#sub könig x dom reader

[minoment]

can i rq könig riding male reader?

Ugh absolutely.. sorry for being so late to your ask <3

(i'm writing this as an imagine/drabble because i'm exhausted)

König is obviously massive and the poor boy is so nervous to ride you. The last thing he wants is for you to be in any sort of discomfort.

After a lot of encouragement and soft kisses, you manage to persuade him to get on top and slide you inside him. From there, neither of you regretted this decision.

König loses himself so easily in the pleasure, his words quickly turning into slurred mumbles as your length perfectly moulds his insides. You on the other hand have to keep your nails dug into the meaty flesh of his muscular thigh to stop yourself from heaving him off you and taking complete control.

He comes very quickly and will lazily flop on top of you and snuggle into your grasp the second you release. It's very tiring for him but there's nothing he loves more.

And if you're taller/bigger than him (ok Shaq goddamn 😰), LORD HELP YOU because you will physically have to drag him off your dick.

(pookie when you tell him that you've had enough and you guys actually need sleep tonight ^)

[konosohn]

MDNI. top amab reader x bottom könig [manhandling, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, german]

I want him to snap my neck between his thighs. Thanks.

You can hear your security deposit saying it’s final farewell with the crack your front door makes as the wood of the jamb splinters. Though, as König presses himself into you, your (likely) damaged doorframe is the last thing on your mind. Your duffle slips from your grasp and your hands fly to his hips to stabilize him against you.

“He—” His mouth finds yours before you can even greet him. Time is a valuable resource when you spend most of it apart on deployment, and you waste none of it, eagerly kissing him back.

It’s desperate and sloppy, your tongues tracing over each other’s lips and teeth clacking together. You can taste the sweat on his upper lip and the bitter remnants of his eyeblack tracing down his face. Your hand blindly reaches for the lock and the second you hear the deadbolt click your fingers are slipping behind him and under the band of his pants.

One of your hands grabs at his ass, dragging him forward to grind your hardening cocks together. The other trails down between his cheeks, drawing a line down to his hole that has his spine tingling. Before long, you’re knuckles deep in him, spreading him open on your fingers. He moans into your mouth, hands clutching the fabric of your shirt as you skillfully zone in on his prostate.

You keep your bodies pressed together as you haphazardly make your way to the bedroom. Every step is utilized; curling your fingers inside him, pulling his pants down just a little further, pushing your aching hard-on into his hip. Eventually the heels of König’s boots hit the foot of your bed. The sheets are forfeit and you readily ignore the reality of the number of liquids and black boot prints that will find their way onto the pristine fabric.

Squatting down, you hook your hands under his thighs, effortlessly lifting his hefty frame up and over onto his back. He sinks into the mattress with a soft grunt. From this angle he looks so pliable, shirt riding up and legs up in the air, his dick lying heavy and useless against his stomach. You love seeing him like this. He towers above everybody he meets, including you, but he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Your eyes catch sight of his own mostly unpacked bag sitting in the corner of your room, clothes streaming out in the direction of the door presumably from when he heard you arrive. A small smile creeps up on your face.

You plant one knee on the bed, looming over him. Your hands slot themselves in the pits of his knees, pressing them up towards his shoulders, and you lean down to coo at him. “Were you waiting for me?”

He nods breathlessly in response, nose brushing against yours. You feel his hand slip between you to cup the erection currently fighting to get out of your pants. His fingers quickly find their way to your belt, hooking under the leather strap and undoing your buckle in record time. It’s not shocking when he nearly rips the button of your pants from its threads to get your zipper down.

His hand grabs at the band of your boxers and yanks them down enough for your cock to spring out. A breathy “scheiße” passes König’s lips as your dick slaps against the cleft of his ass. You can feel his hole twitch against the underside. It’s hot and soft, and every quiver has your cock leaking.

Your teeth catch your lip when you feel his fingers wrap around your length and give a gentle tug. It takes no convincing, you follow his touch eagerly as he guides you. You fall forward, planting your hands on either side of his shoulders. The action closes the distance, pressing your tip up against his rim.

Both of you are breathing way too hard before you’re even started, but the threat of relief after months of not being able to fuck raw until both your bodies are slick with sweat and littered head to toe with love bites has both of you by the throat.

You groan into his neck as you finally start to breach his entrance. König’s legs envelop your waist, strong thighs squeezing your sides as you sink deeper into him. His insides are tight and wet, pulsing around you with every inch. You feel the vibrations of his moans against your lips as you finally bottom out. His voice is low and sweet in your ears.

You adjust your position above him, straightening up to stand over him. One of your hands run from his ass and up his thigh to hook under the back of one of his knees again. “You feel so good, baby.” Your knee digs further into the mattress, your body weight driving your cock to the deepest parts of him until your balls are squished snugly against his crack.

“Fuck,” The air feels like it’s punched out of his lungs. His hands reach to grip at the backs of your thighs, drawing you impossibly closer.

Your fingers dig into the meat of his legs as you pull back out, leaving just the head of your cock inside him. The squelch is nothing short of obscene as you sink back in. Your arms are trembling from the feeling of his tight heat wrapped around you, squeezing you with every inch you slip in. You try to maintain the gentle pace, but as you catch sight of his face, flushed skin streaked with melting eyeblack, hair stuck to his forehead, and glazed over steel blue eyes, you lose your resolve.

The cry he lets out when you slam your entire length back in sends a wave of heat up your neck. His head is thrown back into the mattress, nails scratching at your thighs as you repeat the motion over and over, fucking into him like it’s the last time you’d ever get to. He moans uncontrollably in that raspy indelicate voice, his legs straining to spread further against the pants gathered at his knees.

Your pace is relentless as you pull back against the tight resistance of his hole only to thrust right back in. You groan in the back of your throat as he arches his back off the bed, putting his shoulders into the bed and pressing back against you. All that height and all that muscle and yet he’s still so good at getting fucked. You can’t wait to fill him up.

One of your hands slips down to run your thumb along his bottom lip, “You’re so pretty like this.”

He whines at your words, feeling the tip of your thumb slide across his bottom row of teeth. The skin of König’s ass is blotched with red from your hips. You hardly even notice the sting anymore, too preoccupied with burying your cock inside him over and over.

“Schatz— I can’t, ‘m gonna cum!” His words flood your senses, insides wringing your cock as one of his hands flys to wrap around his own dripping hard on.

You watch his fist franticly work his cock, his hips rolling back against you until he snaps. Thick ropes spurt from his slit, splattering across his heaving abdomen. Heat surges down your stomach to the tip of your dick as his hole constricts around you. All of your body weight goes towards getting as deep as possible inside him, rocking your hips against his until the warmth in your belly finally comes to a peak. Deep resonating moans spill from your lips as your cock throbs inside him, filling him up with weeks worth of yearning.

Your legs finally give out on you, and you topple over onto him. Your hips work gently against his, riding out your high for as long as it will let you. His arms drape across your back as you both bathe in the aftershocks. Your softening cock pops out of him, and your temporarily sated lust preens at the feeling of your cum seeping out of his entrance. You lift your head to look at him, and he meets your eyes with a look that’s equal parts adoring and exhausted. You press a small kiss to his stubbled chin, eyes taking on the gaze that he knows he can’t say no to. It comes as no surprise to him when you ask,

“One more time in the shower?”

[centaurisolarflare]

König NSFW Headcannons

It’s the quiet ones; it’s always the quiet ones. NSFW, obviously, minors DNI (SFW headcannons here). A lot of x reader babbling because I am down horrendous for this man. Again, this got incredibly out of hand, and I needed to just stop. Enjoy the filth, my loves.

- I wholeheartedly believe this man is amazing at foreplay. Maybe it’s inadvertent, but he wants to experience as much of you as he can for as long as he can. He loves just kissing you and feeling your body move against his, he wants the time to trace over every inch of you. He’s fascinated by the way your muscles and bones move under your skin and he loves mapping out any freckles/moles/marks/scars/etc you have.

- Treats sex like a skill, something he can hone, something he will make himself good at it for you. He catalogs your responses, memorizes your facial expressions, and takes careful note of how each touch affects you. He wants to be deliberate about how he makes you feel; he puts so much effort into learning how your body reacts to him until he’s an expert at taking you apart piece by piece.

- Praise this man. Do it. All the time. Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives on your words.

        -- He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone. Make him stumble through the compliments and clench around him when he’s nearly got the words out properly; laugh when he cuts himself off with a gasp and moans and flexes his fingers into your skin, and make him say the praise again.

- Marks. He wants them and wants to give them. He wants dark bruises that are impossible for him to ignore with the way they ache every time he moves his neck. He wants bite marks everywhere and he wants scratches on his back and arms. He doesn’t mind if you make him bleed with your nails or teeth; he wants to keep the stinging feeling for as long as possible. Definitely the type to press his fingers hard against his bruises to feel them hurt and to make them stay longer. When they eventually do fade, he wants you to give him new ones immediately. If you want marks too, he’ll go just as feral on you.

        -- Can’t think straight when you unabashedly show off the marks he gave you. Because he knew he was doing then, he knew there’d be marks when he was sucking and biting at your skin again and again. He knew there’d be bruises where he held onto you a little too hard. But you’d moaned so sweet and told him to keep going, to cover you, and how could he have refused? Now, in the light of day, in public, with people around, he can’t help but flinch at the openness you share them with the world. Because people see. Fuck, people stare at the patchwork of mottled bruises and aggravated blood vessels on your neck, your chest, your collar bones. At the line of dark hickeys stretching from just below your ear, down the beautiful line of your throat, across your chest to where they disappear under your shirt. At the clear shape of his fingertips bruised into your hip when your shirt rides up as you reach for something – something you didn’t even have to reach for because he’s right here and the size of a fucking mountain. You just grin and wink when he puts a hand on your side and grabs the thing for you, and he goes beet red because that’s- that’s how you got that bruise in the first place, from his hand sprawled out against you, fingers gripping into your soft flesh, and his head is fuzzy with it as he snatches his hand back. And you go about your business cool as can be, as if you’re totally unaware of the people around and what you’re doing to him. You’re in a grocery store for fucks sake. It’s agonizing and he’s so conflicted because he’s so antsy about the attention, but he also just wants to mark you up even more. People see and they see you with him and they know. They know he did that to you; they know you let him do that to you. They know, and he feels half wild with it, a little drunk with how they know you’re his because you’re showing them you’re his.

        -- He likes giving you hickeys even in non-sexual situations too – for example, if you’re sitting in his lap reading, he’s got his nose pressed against your neck and he’s mouthing at the side of your throat and across your shoulders, and you just end up with several bruises sucked into your skin. He just really likes doing it.

- Before being involved with you he actively tried to ignore his body. Being so tall and imposing served him well for his jobs in the military, and his muscles were a product of maintaining that use, but outside of work his build was just something that drew more unwanted attention to him. The first time you got his shirt off you took a stunned moment to step back and sweep your eyes over him, and he was immediately on edge. The nervous feeling, the anticipation of your disapproval, half dissipated when you locked your bright eyes on his with a sharp grin and yanked him down into a hungry kiss.

        -- The first time you saw his cock he would have laughed – if he weren’t so nervous – at the wide-eyed, parted-lips look you gave him. He jumped in surprise when you took him in your hand and groaned at the feel of him. He timidly asked if you were alright and nearly laughed again when you rushed out a breathless string of “König there’s no fucking way you think this is average, I’m going to kill you if you think this is normal, I’m literally going to sue if you’re unaware of how fucking big you are, fuck”. He didn’t respond verbally, but shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “how should I have known?” and does start smiling at your incredulous grumbling. Nothing had prepared him for the dark stab of heat through his gut when you looked your pretty eyes up at him and said, with all the earnest sincerity in the world, “You’re gonna split me in half, big boy; I’m gonna feel you for days.”

        -- Now he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the visible bulge in your stomach when he’s all the way inside of you, watching it reappear each time he sinks into you – he pressed his palm flat down on it for the first time and nearly came right then and there when you choked out the most pathetic, keening noise he’s ever heard and scrabbled to grab at his biceps.

        -- Fucks you against the wall, holding you up with his hands tight on your waist, sliding you down on his cock like you’re a fucking toy, listening to your punched out gasps each time he fills you.

        -- He loves how he has to take his time getting even his fingers inside you.

        -- Loves how he can easily hold both of your wrists in one hand and how large his hands look against your body

        -- Loves when you’re on top and you settle into his lap, gasping for air because you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, panting against his neck about how big he is. When you push his shoulders down and splay your fingers out across his abdomen and bounce in his lap. When you make him hold his arms above his head – looking down at him as you take his cock again and again – telling him how good he is, how pretty he looks letting you use him, the stuttered “y-yes ma’am” he manages to choke out when you ask him point blank if he likes getting used like this, if he’d let you ride him until you’re satiated but he’s still hard and aching.

        -- Fucked you in front of a mirror – both of you on your knees, you in front of him between his thighs, with one of his arms banded across your stomach, his hand covering your hip, and the other up around your throat with his forearm pressed against your chest – and, fuck, it nearly ruined him to see how his body dwarfed yours. He held you tight against his chest, occasionally ducking his head down to suck busies into your throat and shoulders, but he mostly made you keep your eyes on him through the mirror. Watched the way your breath hitched as he fucked into you, the way you wanted to crumple forwards when he snaked his hand down between your legs but the other hand around your throat kept you upright, murmuring against your ear about how beautiful you are and how you take him so well.  

- All the above size kink shenanigans being said, he won’t fuck you until you’re ready for it. No matter how desperate you are, how much you beg him to just put his cock in you already, he won’t. Not until he’s worked you open with his fingers and tongue and he’s absolutely sure he won’t hurt you. He furrows his brows with this cute little frown when you beg him and promise you’ll be fine, like he can’t believe how desperate you are for his cock, and tells you how “no, you are not supposed to be this tight, it will not feel good for you, let me relax you, let me make you feel good”

        -- And on that note, he loves you absolutely dripping for him. Slick and hot and already sensitive. He wants you close to crying for it by the time he pushes his cock into you.

- He will shove his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue as he fucks you.

- He fucking loves eating you out. Like to an obsessive degree. He’s gotten so damn good at it that it’s impossible to say no. Sometimes when his mind is too busy and too fast, he just wants to lick into you until all he can focus on is how you taste, your hands tugging at his hair, and the sweet noises you make for him. He’s gotten off so many times rutting against the sheets just from having his head between your thighs; the first time it happened he was so embarrassed, and you were just stunned and amazed that he came practically untouched from how much he enjoyed pleasuring you like that, you had to reassure him that you weren’t mad or disappointed and he got so sheepish when you explained exactly how hot it was.

        -- This man wants you to sit on his face so fucking badly but he’s too shy to say anything. The moment you bring it up or ask him about it he is hauling you up his body, desperate to get his mouth on you. Doesn’t let you hover, he wraps his arms up around your legs, fingers digging into the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, and pulls you down until you settle your full weight on him. Eats like he’s fucking starved, cannot get enough of the taste of you. He’ll watch you the whole time he does it, starring up at you with such a blaze in his eyes that it’s honestly a little frightening, he’s so intense about it but he just doesn’t want to miss any of how beautifully your body shakes for him. You’re reminded of his sheer strength when he won’t let you up; he doesn’t even bother with words, he just makes a dissatisfied noise against you and seals you down with an iron grip. You’ll literally have to be crying from overstimulation and yanking at his hair to get him to take his fucking mouth off you.

- I think he’d prefer to give you oral but of course he loves when you suck him off, seeing you look up at him through your lashes and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Loves watching you struggle to take as much of him as you can.

        -- When you first started giving him blowjobs, he had no idea what to do with his hands and even when you told him he could touch and even pull your hair he was so afraid of hurting you.

        -- Holds your jaw/cheek and hair so gently, even when his hands are shaking and he’s fucking into your mouth. He’s downright ashamed of how much he likes it when you take him too far and gag, how he loves seeing the tears gather in your eyes when you try to take him in your throat.

        -- Loves when you’re mean about it – jerking him off and sucking the head of his cock until he can’t stand it but not letting him cum, popping off him with a filthy wet noise, asking him what’s wrong as he gasps and bucks his hips because you’re rubbing your thumb over his slit and it feels so good but he thinks he’s going to die from it.

- Along that topic, he loves edging and love-hates overstimulation. I think he’s got fantastic stamina so you’ve either got to have him fuck you several times or edge him within an inch of his life. Loves that desperate feeling when you bring him so close to cumming only to back off, over and over again until everything is hazy and all he knows how to do is beg you to let him finish. When you don’t stop after he cums he gets this quick sharp realization that he’s absolutely screwed because it’s too much and now he’s begging you to stop, whimpering and twitching his hips but it’s too much and he’s got tears running down his face and you’re telling him he can cum again.

        -- Overstimulates you all the time because, again, stamina, and because he just fundamentally can’t get enough of you. Loves when you’re shaking, clawing at him and sobbing with these little hiccup gasps, and can barely say anything except his name and “please”

- Okay, okay, I said about how he loves watching you put on makeup. So maybe, maybe, one day he’d let/ask you to put some on him. Just to see how it looks, how it feels to have on. He loves the look of concentration you fix on him the entire time, getting a little bashful when you hold his chin and appraise your work before grabbing something for the next step. When you’re done you sit with him as he looks in the mirror and he’s shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this curiosity, but it isn’t heavy, and he doesn’t look like a clown. He looks… pretty. You’ve made him look soft and delicate, like he deserves the shimmer you’ve put at the corners of his eyes and the faint color on his lips. It twists something equal parts visceral and shameful in his gut, but his cock certainty takes interest in the proceedings when you tell him how beautiful he looks and how he’d look even better with the lip-gloss smeared and the mascara running down his cheeks.

- Another thing I alluded to in my last sfw headcannons list: he’s cum in his pants before. That specific time I was talking about I think would be the first time he ever did it and he was fucking mortified. Like, would have run out of the room had you not been literally in his lap. He’s blushing so badly you can practically feel the heat coming off his face. He’s not even trying to talk; he’s just got his head tilted back with his hands pressed to his face. Mortified. He didn’t mean to. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. But you were so close to him, and you smelled so good, and you were kissing him – licking into his mouth like you wanted to consume him, biting at his lower lip, pulling the collar of his shirt aside so you could mouth and nip at his throat, barely giving him time to breathe. He was so hard it was nearly painful and all any of his senses could pick up on was you and he just. He just came in his fucking pants. And now he feels like he’s going to cry. But you’re speaking to him softly and nudging his hands away from his bright red face and you’re smiling at him. Once he calms down enough for you to convince him that you don’t think he’s pathetic he watches, transfixed, as you skim your fingers over the wet patch on his pants and he full-body shivers at the way you’re looking at him – all heat and predatory intent – and he’s still just trying to wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even after he made such a fool out of himself. It’s definitely not the last time it happens, given how much you like to wind him up, and he gets a little more comfortable with the whole thing as you repeatedly tell him how much you like seeing him lose it.

- While we’re talking about cumming, he loves to cum inside you. He buries himself as deep as possible, which is pretty fuckin’ deep, and stays pressed as close as he can the entire time he cums. Then he pulls out and holds your thighs apart with bruising strength and just watches you twitch as his cum leaks out of you. He fucking groans at the sight like you’ve pulled the sound out of his lungs. He’ll push it back into you with his fingers just to watch it leak out again.

- Tall man. Well-muscled man. Hmm. He absolutely does the Knee Thing. If you’re making out laying down and he’s half-kneeling, leaning over you with his weight braced on his forearms, he’ll absolutely be slotting his leg between yours, pressing his thigh firmly against you. The first time he does it instinctively, just by nature of being as big as he is and trying to balance above you but also be as close as possible. He’s amazed that you feel so strongly about such a simple action but when you start to buck your hips against his leg, he vows to always do it. Which means he later figures out he can shove his thigh up between your legs while he’s got you backed against a wall; and because he’s so tall he can force you to drop almost all of your weight on him, your toes barely touching the floor as you squirm.

- So, I also think he’d really like thigh-riding. He loves seeing you so desperate and grinding against him, too needy and impatient to do anything else. He loves how you whine and grab his shoulders and try to get the perfect friction. He’ll move you himself, guiding you with his hands gripping your hips. Loves how you react when he flexes the thick, corded muscle against you. Seeing you fall apart like this kind of makes him understand why you like seeing him cum in his pants.

- He is so incredibly careful with you. The very last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. I think one of his limits is he won’t hit/slap you in any form. Even if you’re into it, he can’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d be hurting you so it’s a go-no. He was shaky but vehement when he told you it was just something he couldn’t do.

- I also don’t think he be a fan of any sort of degradation – he wants to be praised and all he wants to do is praise you. He’d never call you any degrading names.

- Loves lazy morning sex and any instance where you two have time to be slow and he can just hold you and kiss you everywhere he can reach.

- He loves tying you up, loves the trust you place in him when you let him restrict your mobility. I think he’d really enjoy shibari (intricate rope bondage). He likes the artistic and technical aspect of the knots; it’s an almost therapeutic process to create different patterns and restraints across your body. He likes how relaxed and calm you get, pliant as he shifts you around, the dopey-eyed looks and lazy smiles and contented hums you give him. He loves the way the rope looks against your skin, and he loves the marks they leave after. He loves the intimacy of tying you up, the intensity of having you tied up, and the returning intimacy of untying you – he murmurs praise to you as he removes the rope, he presses kisses at each place he undoes a knot, rubbing your muscles and soothing the skin that has marks.

        -- I don’t think he’d be particularly into bondage on himself. The most he’d do is a pair of soft leather cuffs, but if he’s ever been captured and tied up or cuffed by an enemy then he will absolutely not like bondage on him.

        -- That being said, I think he absolutely fucking thrives with mental bondage. You tell him to keep his arms at his sides and he will not move them. You tell him to keep his wrists crossed above his head and that’s where they’ll stay until you tell him otherwise. You tell him not to move his hips, to keep his hands on the headboard, to keep his mouth open, you tell him anything and he will do it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t actually have the strength to physically hold him down. It doesn’t matter how needy and desperate he gets, how much he shakes and whines, it doesn’t even matter if he’s crying and begging. He’s disciplined and you told him not to move so he won’t move, not one single inch.

- Aftercare king when he’s the dominant one. At a minimum he makes sure you drink water, gets you your favorite snack, makes sure you communicate how you’re feeling, tells you how good you did and how much he enjoyed you, cleans you up, and will hold you for as long as you want. This man will do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.

        -- When he needs aftercare, he’d particularly need lots of reassurance. He’s always worrying about whether or not he did well with regular sex so for more intense stuff he needs your soothing words even more. I think he’d really like to have you in his lap with his arms locked around your waist and his face buried in your neck, listening to your breathing or you humming, while you rub your hands up and down his back – the soft noise and the repetitive motion grounds him and he likes to be able to smell the lingering perfume and sweat-salt on your neck. He won’t talk right away but eventually you’ll get to verbally check in with him. No matter how long you stay with him he’s always going to be a little grumpy when you tell him you have to get up and get him hydrated and clean.

[thehandsresisthim]

ugh just needed to write this down i swear i’m ovulating i’ve been in a mood lately

mmh mmh something something making a guy orally pleasure you - really fucking his face, him drooling all over himself and he’s getting pathetically, humping-against-the-nearest-object-horny - until you’re satisfied, after a nice toe-curling orgasm

and then yawning, staggering off towards the bathroom: “i’m gonna take a shower love”, whilst he blinks, hesitantly asking “but what about me?”

and you return, raising an eyebrow “what do you mean, you had the honor of pleasuring me, what else could you need?”

and perhaps, if you’re feeling merciful, offering him a very cold shower after you yourself are done showering, because only your pleasure matters, not his

[2kiran]

im going insane with ur ftm ghost and konig, pls do more im eating it up so good😩🙏

p power

⟡ well shit... hear me out. 𖤐 pt1 pt2

thinking about simon riley who’s fully clothed, the only difference is his mask is nowhere near his face. his pants are barely lowered enough to his thighs, that were locking around your forearm. “fuuck... you’re killin’ me, love.” he groans, your fingers pumping into his squelching pussy. he gasps, mouth agape when you begin to tap his clit. his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, eyes urging to flutter shut. he looks so pretty, so flushed, “keep those pretty eyes open.”

then there’s könig, who’s completely naked—besides his hood that’s still planted on his head. sweat is forming dark circles on the fabric, sticking wetly to his skin. his exposed body squirmed at the mixture of familiarity and vulnerability, walls fluttering as your tongue teases his entrance. the mask prevents him to properly breathe, yet he makes no move to take it off. it was your order, a reminder that prompts him to whimper in frustration. the back of his hand presses against his clothed mouth when you harshly suck on his clit, “m–mein liebe... can’t– oh gott.”

[reschatzi]

─── ⌜ cutting tonight. ⌟ ─── könig x you. sub ftm könig. dom gn reader. knife kink + play. marking. squirting. blood licking ( once ).

imagine könig laid on your shared bed, legs spread open so you can sit in between. your wrist ached from the effort of thrusting the handle of your knife into könig’s weeping pussy, but it was so worth it. you always knew he had a thing for knives, and tonight you decided to indulge in his fantasy.

his hands gripped the sheets, face scrunching up in pleasure. the rough material of the handle scratched at his sensitive walls perfectly, making him feel so overwhelmed. your knife was drenched in his fluids, dripping down to your fingers. “hnnnggg... fuck! liebes, i can’t, nggh–” ( dear ) he whined, shaking his head. the sharp blade pricked at his soft inner thighs, creating a few small cuts. blood dotted them, just how he wants it.

despite his protests, he pushed back against the handle. he craved for more. with your free hand, you used your thumb to rub at his clit and he squealed from the overstimulation. his mind screamed at him that it was enough, too much, but his body pleaded for so much more that he could handle.

he mewled as the butt of the handle hit his g-spot just right, “ah fuck, uhm, li–liebes, i don’t think that’s–” his words were interrupted by a loud moan as he fucking squirted, his cheeks tinting in pink as his brain registered what recently occurred. his fluids drenched your knife, hand, and up until your forearm. he felt lightheaded, head tilted down to watch how his fluids dripped from your arm onto the sheets, a reminder.

but you didn’t stop there, no, you continued hitting that spot. the blade digging into his inner thighs a bit more as he could feel himself nearing a climax, “hmmng! uhhng– mein schatz, please." ( my sweetheart ) he whimpered, yet he didn’t know what he wanted. he trembled in your hold, like shards of glass dropped to the floor, begging to be pieced back together.

and you did just that; as he came with a breathy cry. his fingers dug into the sheets and if he were to apply more pressure, you’re sure he’d tear them. you leaned down, lapping up fresh blood from the new cut. he whined, thighs closing, as he felt your knife rocking inside of his pussy. you weren’t done, yet.

masterlist main @yarelia

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König and Ghost nsfw hdcs please?👉🏼👈🏼

Anything for you, lovely anon :3

(no no, no proofread *wiggles finger*)

Ghost & König NSFW H/Cs

Ghost

Outside of the bedroom, he has a dominant facade, always acting like he's the one in control of the relationship.

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But when it comes to being inside of the bedroom, oh Ghost is nothing but a good boy. Always doing what you command him to do, and always turning into putty from your gentle touch alone.

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Has a preference of being praised over being degraded, childhood trauma really has its downsides when it comes to intimacy.

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Prefers receiving than giving, he likes having someone do all the work for him (lazy fuck)

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Has a hidden collection of "toys" in his closet that he uses on himself whenever you're not around.. Although he'll never cum with said toys.. Not without your permission of course.

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If he's in a bad mood, he'll definitely bring out his more bratty side. He'll ignore certain commands and will try to dom you.... Though he'll never actually dom you, he did one time and couldn't walk for the next day.

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He tries his very best to keep himself quiet, biting back his whimpers and moans. But if you ever tell him he can be loud... Be prepared for some earplugs...

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Aftercare is a must! Whether it's having a simple bath, or praise and soft kisses while calling him a good boy. As long as there's aftercare, he'll be the happiest man on the planet.

König

This man is 1000% a good little submissive boy. People tend to think he's the dominant one, but all in all, he's nothing but a good boy.

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Is into both praise and degradation, although, he does more or less prefer praise. Degradation is only for the times he's been a naughty boy.

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Receiver 100%, takes it in the ass like a champ!

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My sweet little colonel is a moaner, he's the loudest man you've ever been with, and it's not as obvious, but he holds that title with pride.

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If he's in a good mood, he would love having you pull his hair, the way his eyes roll back whenever you're jerking him off and pulling his hair is the most euphoric experience he's ever had.

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Was embarrassed to admit it at first, but he's really into pet play, he loves having that collar around his neck along with having you pull the leash to get him closer to you, it leaves a cute little twinkle in his eyes.

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(On a completely random note if you're pegging him and he's completely overstimulated, he'll unironically moan out: "Ah! hnng! Please madam! Get me pregnant! Make me pregnant please!!)

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Again, aftercare is the most important part! He usually prefers having a shower after your sessions, but if you two have had a little too much fun and he's unable to walk.. A nice warm bath will do just nicely.. (Maybe add a rubber ducky too)

[b3gger]

König’s Eyes

eye contact with shy König (2500+ words)

“I can’t focus when you’re looking at me like that.”

How cute. For a man as big as König, you didn’t expect him to be so… shy? But he wasn’t shy. You’ve seen him engage with others, but then again they were always the same two or so people. Even now as we you watch him sitting, his frame seemingly taking up the entirety of the couch, he seemed to be relaxed and chill, exchanging a few words here and there with his friends.

Maybe you’d know if he was shy if you could see his face. After all, facial expressions showcase a lot regarding a person’s behavior. But it was always hidden under that stupid headgear of his.

But honestly? Who cares? Not when the fabric of his pants were clinging on for dear life around his thighs. It seemed to bunch up around his crotch, fabric riding up at every movement König made. You don’t know if you’re going crazy but you could’ve sworn that the pure tightness of the pants showed every movement of his muscle, contracting and flexing at every turn.

If you touched his thighs, do you think you could feel it? The sheer strength and power that lays right underneath those pants weren’t too far. The pants were the only barrier, a thin one at that, separating you from gripping his thighs as tightly as the pants were at this moment. If they were off, you would have access to his bare skin. His bare and contracting, powerful thighs….. stop.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in. Counting to 3, you slowly exhale before opening your eyes, staring up at the ceiling deciding whether or not to call it a night and go home. You weren’t too keen on staying out late and just drinking all night knowing there was work to be done tomorrow. But that sounded like it was a problem for future you.

Your mind wonders again on what König is up to. You look away from the ceiling to glance at him and oh? He’s looking at you. But just as you catch him, he looks away quickly. Was he pretending that he wasn’t looking? Cute.

You finished your drink before signaling to your bartender you were leaving the bar. They gave you a nod before picking up your empty glass to put away. You look towards where König is sitting. Your stare must’ve been heavy because he soon glanced at you. You saw his eyes slightly widen before once again he started to look elsewhere. That wouldn’t do.

You got up and started walking towards him. König tilted his head in curiosity at your approaching figure, eyes darting back and forth from his friends to you. He felt his vision shake as you leaned down close to his face.

“Can I sit here?” you asked. He nodded and so you slid in beside him. You moved around a bit to get comfortable and glanced at him, almost laughing when you realized how stiff and still he was. You poked him a little but it sent him flying up, huge eyes turning to you fast in question.

“Just making sure you weren’t dead by how frozen you were,” you grinned at him. He huffed before relaxing his body, leaning back on the couch with you,” You could’ve called my name.”

You let out a laugh,” Where’s the fun in that?” König glances at you and rolls his eyes. You settle further into the couch, the soft cushions doing wonders to your back. You feel tears gathering in your eyes, blurring your vision as a yawn creeps upon you. You blink them away before settling your gaze on König’s side profile, wondering what expression he was making under the mask.

Was he as tired as me? Hmm. You felt your gaze lowering as they once again settled on his thighs with those tight, tight pants on. You weren’t that far away, just a hand away and you could feel it pulsing under your fingers. “You’re staring,” König muttered.

“Huh?” You look up, kind of embarrassed at being caught at this close proximity. However, the embarrassment quickly went away as soon as you caught a hint of red under that gear of his. It seemed to blossom suddenly, making it seem like his face was flushed and rosy. Even the gear couldn’t hide the fact that he was nervous from your stares. It could conceal it, sure, but the tiny evidence was seen on the eye sockets of the gear as well as his nervous, stumbling demeanor.

His eyes also revealed his nervousness. They seemed to be doing flips, darting from you to elsewhere, not able to keep eye contact or look at you in general, “I-I said you’re staring.”

You can feel a smile creeping onto your face at the small stutter,” Sorry, what was that?”

König huffs a little and stays quiet much to your disappointment. You wish and want him to say more but you don’t want to push him. He has trouble enough interacting with others, you don’t want to add to the number. You were content with the small exchanges knowing that this conversation, although dry and short, was good. Unsatisfying, yes, but still good progress. Maybe with more interactions like this, you could decrease his shyness around you so you could talk with him more freely.

You stand up, stretching to release the tension in your body to prepare for the trip back to your place. You check your pockets to make sure you have your wallet and everything else on you before digging your keys out. You then turn to König, giving him a smile,” I think I’m gonna head back now. I’ll see you next time, yeah?”

König looks at you, blinking rapidly as if he was trying to process your words. You tilt your head, questioning him with your eyes to see if he would say anything. It didn’t have to be grand, but you did hope he’d say bye verbally, just to hear his voice.

Eventually, he stopped blinking and looked up at you, but at the same time not at you? It seemed like he was just staring at your forehead or something beyond you. He then nodded. You squint your eyes knowing this was his response to your goodbye. You feel your nerves hitting you but gather yourself quickly, knowing König just had a hard time talking and you shouldn’t get upset. You gave him a small smile again,” Alright, good night, Konig.”

You turn to leave and start walking towards the exit of the bar, saying your goodbyes to your other friends on the way out. As you reach the outside of the bar, you pause to look up at the night sky, stars decorating every inch of the world above you. It reminds you of König’s eyes, how they seemed to sparkle and twinkle when he found something he liked. How his eyes seemed to carry his thoughts and feelings, but were always closed off to you due to the lack of eye contact from him.

Your mind then wonders to your small interactions with König. You know you said tonight was good progress, but it was still frustrating. You let out a sigh of disappointment but looking at sky would do for now. You considered it to be König’s second pair of eyes and would gaze at the night sky, imagining it was him looking back at you, showing you his inner self and leaving himself to be dissected by you so you could understand his thoughts and feelings.

“Hey.���

You turn quickly in surprise at the sudden voice calling out for you, stumbling a bit in the progress. You let a breath out in relief when you realized it was just König staring down at you in worry. He managed to mumbled out an apology while you gathered yourself from your previous shock and stumble, wondering what the man was up to. It wasn’t like him to suddenly come after you.

“Is everything alright, König?”

His eyes darted around, seemingly going up and down and sideways and just about anywhere that wasn’t you. You squint your eyes at his strange behavior as you analyze him, noticing how he seemed to be slouching and crouched as if trying to make himself seem smaller. He was fumbling with his fingers, not to the point where it was noticeable but the small taps and sliding gave it away. You stared at the man in front of you, worry starting to creep in at his bizarre behavior. This wasn’t the usual nervousness he displayed and you were starting to feel anxious yourself, “König, seriously, is everything alright? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like that.”

You take a small, sharp breath in, body freezing in shock as you try to process his words,” What?”

König looks down at his feet, his hands tightly wrapped around each other,” I try my best, but I can’t. You just… do something to me. I-I try to talk but your gaze just makes me clam up and then I can’t focus or talk and-“

“Okay, okay, big guy. I get it,” you laugh at his rambling, knowing he’d continue on and on if you didn’t interrupt. And as tempting as it was to let him continue, the man in front of you looked like he was about to die of nervousness. Coming up to you and saying all this must have taken great courage and you were proud of König for taking that step.

“König, I understand it takes you time to feel comfortable and speak with people. So please don’t worry too much. I value our small conversations,” you reassure him, reaching out toward his hands to take them apart to instead hold each of his hands in yours. You hold it between the both of you before squeezing it, waiting patiently for him to look at you.

And while it took a minute, he looked down at his hands that were held together with yours and then looked at you shyly, “ I just feel like I chased you away. I wanted you to stay, but in the end, even saying goodbye was too hard. I’m sorry.”

You grin at him, looking at his twinkling eyes that conveyed his regret,” As long as you continue to look at me, I’ll forgive you anytime for anything.” You see the familiar red settle around his eyes through the sockets of the headgear, knowing König was blossoming once again. He quickly looked away from your gaze but kept his hands conjoined with yours. Your grin widens into a big, fat smile at this tiny victory.

You bring his hands towards your lips, softly kissing at his knuckles,” Looking away so soon?” You loved the way his knuckles felt on your lips, hoping the shape, texture, and feeling of the small kiss would be ingrained in your brain. But what you wished and hoped most of all was that your brain would remember the way König turned to look at you, eyes wide in shock at the sudden kiss on his hands, a small noise escaping his mouth as he jolted in surprise,” W-what?!”

You lowered his hands down from your mouth, but did not let go. Instead, you clasped your hands around his and pulled causing him to stumble towards you. The small stumble caused the two of you to stop holding hands as he fell into your embrace. Your hands held onto his waist in order to stabilize him while his hands were on top of your shoulders, holding onto you for support. The position was laughable as the roles should’ve been switched due to König’s size. But you didn’t want to switch the roles, this felt right. It worked for you because having him lean onto you for support was doing something to you.

It made you want to take care of him. It made you want him to see you as a safe and open person that he could go to and depend on. You didn’t realize you were subconsciously gripping onto his waist more and more until he tapped your shoulders. You looked up at him loosening your grip but not letting go, giving him a small, bright smile,” Clumsy, aren’t you, König?”

He huffs as he rolls his eyes and then looked down at you trying to make eye contact. He seemed like he was smiling back by the way his eyes seemed to crinkle and become shaped like crescents. You bring him closer to you by pulling on his waist,” If I knew it only took a small stumble to have you on me, I’d have done it sooner.”

He gives a small laugh at that,” I’m surprised you held back this long. I know you stare.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he was hinting at. He must’ve seen your confused look because he cleared his throat and looked away from your questioning gaze,” You know… the stares. In there. At my.. you know.”

You blink trying to process at what he was trying to convey. His slow, delayed speech was making your brain short circuit. Hmm, lets see. In the bar staring at his what? Oh! Oh. You let out a loud laugh and he crouches down and rests his head on your shoulder as if trying to hide his embarrassment. You lean the side of your head onto his head and continue laughing,” Should I stop staring? Maybe it’ll help you focus.”

You felt him shake his head no as he began to switch from holding your shoulders with his hands to wrapping both of his arms around you, his head still buried on you neck as he hid in embarrassment. He muffled something and you lifted your head a little from his and turned to try to look at him, your hands softly squeezing his waist in question,” I can’t hear you, König.”

He rose up from his hiding place and looked down at you, arms still around you,” I said continue staring….looking at me. Please, have your eyes on me at all times.”

As you gaze into his eyes, you see it twinkle and sparkle. You could have sworn they were brighter than the night sky at that moment. No, you don’t swear, you know. His eyes are the brightest.

His eyes seemed to be like a door made for you to unlock, so that you may gaze inside his brain to see it filled with feelings and thoughts of you. But you felt the same way. It felt as though nothing but König filled your head. It was overflowing and you could not think or imagine anything else. Your plans of going home were destroyed and you honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. All you wanted to do was stay here with König in your embrace, your hands on his waist, his arms wrapped around you, his eyes gazing down into your eyes for what seemed like the longest time ever. This was where you wanted to be forever.

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Long Distance relationship HC W/ König

MDNI

W: NSFW, Sub! König, Dom! Reader, Long Distance Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Cute Babygirl König, Bestfriend Elias (He's his wingman and hypeman), Cum Eating (He tastes himself)

He's such a sweetheart. He sends you pictures of strays he finds or of himself doing the most mundane things when he's at the base.

Doesnt matter how far into the relationship you're at, he's still kinda insecure about his face and sending you pictures that show his face.

He has his friend Elias though, so the guy gives him pep talks to boost his confidence.

Sometimes he does it too well cause you'll be getting a whole 12 pics of him in a span of 5 minutes all different angles and levels of motion blur.

Emoji user so expect kissy faces and hearts at the end of messages.

He texts you at ungodly hours but he'll stop if you ask him to.

He will stay up late in order to send you a good morning text.

He sometimes holds onto his pillow and pretends it's you.

You both have met a few times in person but even then it didn't feel like enough for him.

He wanted to envelop you in his arms, keep you flush against his body, and just lay there forever.

(Such a romantic, I know.)

He wishes he didn't need to leave your side but he also knows asking you to move with him wherever he goes is risky and inconsiderate of you.

He'll never make you choose so instead he promised you he'll be the one asking for a transfer once he feels ready/is forced into a less demanding position.

He just wants to live with you in the end.

He dreams of little kids running around in the living room while he embraces you from behind and lays his head on top of your own.

He can feel himself blush every time he dreams of you both finally being together and having a family.

He calls you sometimes, maybe even facetime you if he feels confident and does things with you.

He eats with you on facetime, gets himself ready for the day, changes clothes, takes a shower, cooks, anything really.

He just wants to pretend that you're both together and do theses mundane things together.

NSFW

He's so horny and it's somewhat pathetic.

He whimpers every time he jerks off and it's cause he's so sensitive. The tip of his cock is always this deep red and it looks painful.

He likes to tease himself by dragging his fingers over his length and over the veins and thinking it's you doing this to him instead of himself.

He doesn't know if cumming at a picture of you on his phone is creepy or not so he never asks you to send him anything to help him out.

If you do send him nudes or videos, maybe even audio, of yourself masturbating just know that he's going to be running to the community showers or finding some storage closet to get off in.

Because he's so pent up he needs to be quiet when he gets off. He's sharing a room with other people and sometimes the bases he's staying at doesn't provide individual barracks.

Fucks his pillows or makes a makeshift pocket pussy that he can fuck into like a dog.

In the rare case, he gets his own private barracks, he's calling you and you're both going to have some cute phone sex.

Cute phonesex? How?

Well, he's a talker and a whiny guy so he's throwing out praises like your some kind of divine being.

"Bit- Bitte! L- let me cum meine liebe~" He almost screamed into the phone but he'll be ok. He won't go against anything you say or do.

He wants to please you no matter if it means he'll have to go the next 48 hours or week hard and uncomfortable.

When he does get to cum he's thanking you profusely.

"D-anke, dan-ke, danke~!" Breathing heavy and light-headed he still finds it in himself to be grateful for you helping him relieve some of the tension he's been having.

What a good boy.

He stays on the line for a while longer just to tell you just how much he loves you and can't wait to meet up again.

He wants to hold you and take care of you and its painful to watch you take care of yourself after he got off.

He feels like it's unfair but he promises you, even though it's not necessary, that he'll devote the entire time to taking care of your needs.

Don't skip out on the praise either. He likes being told he's your good boy.

Give him kisses too. The feeling of your lips on his face is reassuring.

But, while you're both apart, just tell him that you love him and can't wait to be with him in person.

That's all the motivation he needs to make sure to keep his injuries to a minimum.

[minoment]

ohh my god punishing könig by tying him up and using a vibrator on him... please 🙏

Ahhh yes. Big men turned into whiny pleading messes. Delicious- 😋

Pairing: Sub! König x Dom GN!Reader

Type: NSFW Ficlet

Warnings/Tags: sub konig, dom reader, gn reader, porn w plot, mention of death, mention of bullets, your usual military stuff, temperature play, rope bondage, handjobs, impact play/slapping, sensory deprivation, toy/vibration play, power dynamic, use of titles, begging, mocking, teasing, degradation, dacryphelia (again just deal with me and my lust for crying men :( ), slight exhibitionism, FLUFFY AFTERCARE, and petplay if you squint-

A/N: Slowly working through my ask box. I had to back to classes today and I've got someone theatre stuff too. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! NSFW, minors DNI.

NSFW UNDER CUT. MINORS DNI.

König wriggled in his ropes looking up at you mournfully through his sniper hood and balaclava. You had stripped him of all his other gear not a moment ago and the cool wind ghosted over his skin, making him shiver.

Your commander had sent your mutual team on a week-long recon practice mission. It was the second-last day and everyone was fed up, to the point where König had misfired in a fit of frustration. The bullet had zipped past your ear and left a hole in a nearby piece of drywall. Not only did he nearly kill you, he would have given away both your presences and ruined the entire mission. As the Captain, you were livid.

Which is how König ended up back at your double post, tied up to a metal pole. The Task Force had split your 12 members into 6 groups of 2, the leading group being you and König. You were fortunate to be put with your boyfriend, knowing you two would be alone for the entirety of the week as you patrolled the mock training ground. You had brought something special for him either way.

You yanked off his sniper hood and pulled his balaclava over his nose so it covered his eyes. He gasped softly, leaning his head against the wall behind him as he felt your hand not-so gently around his cock.

"M'sorry-" he whined, bucking his hips up nonetheless.

"You're sorry?" You said, skeptically. "You nearly killed me." Your hand came down to his thigh in a harsh slap. He jolted, letting out a high-pitched 'aAH~'.

You snickered softly, moving away before coming back. König mewled, trying to find your general direction and licking his lips.

"Please?" He said meekly, hopeful you would be merciful.

A strong vibration was pressed to the tip of his cock, making him cry out and buck his hips. You ran the portable vibrator up and down his length, making him wail and moan as his hardened length dripped pre-cum down his shaft. Using his pre as lube, you turned up the vibrations to the fullest and König thrashed in his ropes.

"M'sorry, I'm sorry... Please Captain-" He moaned, his Austrian accent getting thicker with pleasure. He bucked his hips roughly against the vibrator. "Please let me cum... I'm sorry- I'll be good!"

König's body shivered and trembled beneath you, tears wetting his cheeks under his balaclava. His moans got louder and high pitched, his thighs trembling as he got close. He tried to reach out for you but forgot he was tied up.

"Awww.. did the disobedient mutt forget he was tied up? Pathetic..." You sneered teasingly while pressing the tip of the vibrator right against König's frenulum, making choke out a broken sob.

"Please... please... let me cum. Bitte, I've been good..." He whimpered, begging for it at this point. His voice was small, meek, and choked compared to his porno-like moans.

You smirked softly and took off his balaclava, gazing into his watery brown eyes full of pleasurable tears.

"You may cum." He said, leaning down to kiss your precious soldier. He moaned into your mouth, rocking his hips against the vibrator until he came hard and white splattered onto his stomach.

You turned off the toy, wiping it off and putting it back in your personal bag. Quickly, you untied König and wiped him down too, making him squirm and whine at the cool towel. You patted his ass and he obediently lifted up your hips so you could put boxers on him.

Due to the nature of the training, you only had your gear and military clothes so you stripped to your undergarments and lay with him in his sleeping bag. Your doubled body heat and his constant need for cuddles made it surprisingly warm compared to the night air.

You both fell asleep swiftly.

[honeyhumg]

Why do all chubby reader fanfics have to have the reader being degraded and humiliated, LIKE it’ll start with some sexy or awesome concept in the story and then boom, submissive reader. LIKE PLEASE FEED ME SOME DOM PLUSIZED ACTION. But when I do find one It ends up poorly written and rushed or to short. HELPP

[thehandsresisthim]

“venus im pelz (venus in furs)”

contains: sub!könig/dom!fem!reader, master/servant (altho it’s all pretend), wayyy too many references to venus in furs, könig fucks a pillow lol, dry humping, kinda pet-play-ish(?)

word count: ~1.400

You yawn and place your left hand back on your thigh. Your legs are currently draped over the armrest of the big chair you’re sitting on as you look down on the monarch sitting in front of you.

“So? How do you like it?” you ask him in a straightforward tone as you move your other hand to the fur of the coat he gifted you.

His eyes are immediately trained on your hand - watching your ringed (courtesy of his gifts) fingers as if he was a moth circling a flame. You pet the elegant fur over and over again, occasionally digging your fingers in.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he started drooling. Sadly, neither saliva nor speech leaves his mouth.

“Answer me, Sir.” you demand now, your face turning to marble.

“I… I like it.”

His lips part and he looks pained. His light blue eyes glance up at you, and then down again.

“I see. So I fulfil your vision of a domineering Venus?” you speak and he feels like you’re pulling out a rug beneath him.

“I-“ he begins and feels like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

You look down at him, your gaze turning to stone. Luckily for him, before you can mock him any further, a loud noise originating from the fireplace interrupts you.

The wood - which he so neatly arranged in the fireplace just two hours ago - has crumbled. Slowly, the flames stop licking the last bits of wood away, and it dies.

You both watch.

“Your Majesty. Fix this. I am already cold.” you say, as if you were commanding a bothersome dog.

He almost falls over, scrambling to roughly grab multiple planks of wood at the same time.

Under your cold eyes, he shrinks as he places the new firewood. Although the less coherent stability of the arrangement doesn’t escape your mind, you let it slide.

His trembling hands grab the box of matches and he attempts to light one.

He fails. Miserably.

Under your cold eyes, he withers further. “S-sorry…”

You sigh. “Are you quite sure that you will let your Goddess degrade herself by pursuing such a bothersome task?”

König looks as if he wants to cry. “No! No, never!”

He bites his lip and tries again. He lets out a cry of relief as it finally works. With a shivering hand, he lights the wood on fire.

His eyes flicker between the flames licking the wood and you, the need for approval visible on his face.

You indulge him again. “You did a good job, my servant. You may sit before me and touch the fur on my coat.”

He doesn’t even bother to get up properly and just crawls towards you on all fours. You laugh.

“You are quite an amusing pet.” you say, and he wonders what might be colder - the look in your eyes, or your tone? He shivers and ends up kneeling right before you.

His hands tremble as he hesitates to touch your luxurious fur coat. You giggle as his big hands stay just a few centimetres away from the soft fur of the clothing.

“I already gave you permission. Go on, you may touch my coat.”

He awkwardly pets the fur for just a moment, then digs his fingers in. Amidst him closing his eyes as he rakes his fingers through the fur, he makes a fatal mistake.

His right thumb, accidentally, brushes against the skin of your décolleté.

Immediately, you shove him away - his eyes open wide in shock as he falls back, catching himself on his hands.

“H-hey-“ he starts to protest, but one look from you is enough to put him back in line.

“Sorry, Goddess.” he mumbles and looks at your feet.

You just stay quiet, as you know exactly what he should be saying to you next.

“How… how can I make up for my mistake, Herrin?” he asks.

At his use of the German term for ‘mistress’, you smirk. Whenever he starts using some words in his native language, you know that he has been pushed further into subspace. It’s a sign that he’s letting go, that he trusts you.

Although it’s not exactly in character for “Venus in Furs”, you lean forward and affectionately run your fingers through his hair. He looks up at you and smiles.

As he glances at your eyes, he understands what you’re doing - silently checking in if he’s still up for the play.

“I’m good,” he says quietly, “I’ll tell you if anything gets uncomfortable, I promise.”

Your affectionate smile turns cold again as you resume your “role” as Venus. You harshly tug on his hair, reminding him of what he should be saying now.

“I’ll do anything to make up for my mistake…” he blushes as he speaks.

“Remove your clothes.” you instruct.

He nods and starts tugging on his pants.

***

“H…herrin…” he begins, as he humps against the pillows. “Touch… me… bitte…”

“The answer is still ‘no’, König, no matter how you plead. Your leaky cock would just dirty the pristine furs that I wear.”

He whimpers and bites his lip. “O…okay….”

You sigh in mock indignation. “If only you could control that thing. Look, it’s leaking like a faucet. You know, like this, it’s almost cute.”

König groans when you call his dick “cute” of all things. He wants to protest, but decides against it. Pissing you off by being bratty right now is a really bad idea.

“You agree that it’s cute, right? Adorable, even?” you taunt, lips curling into a smile. “Tell me, Your Majesty. Tell me how cute your dick is.”

“Ich… Ich… Herrin…” he stutters, now seemingly having lost all English speaking capabilities.

“Your Majesty?”

“My… c-cock is…” he says quickly, trying to get it over with, “süß…”

You just stare at him with cold eyes.

“Sor-”, he interrupts himself with a moan as his swollen cock accidentally brushes against the zipper on the pillow, “sorry…”

“My cock is… cute.” he says the word like it causes him pain.

“That’s right!” you say enthusiastically. “It’s adorable!”

He winces, but nods awkwardly, pretending to agree. It’s so pathetic and sweet that you decide not to chastise him again.

“It’s so adorable that I want to see it cum.”

König sighs with relief, his eyes focusing on you. He looks like a devout worshipper - well, except for the nudity. And the way he’s humping the pillow.

“Hold still for a minute.” you instruct, and watch as his hips stutter and then stop. He whimpers.

You slowly get up and grab another pillow, then place it on top of the one that he’s already humping.

He shivers as the colder fabric touches his sensitive cock. It’s not yet soiled by his warm, sticky cum, and feels awkward.

You place one of your hands on the pillow. “This should be better. Fuck the pillows. It’s all your leaky dick deserves. You are allowed to cum.”

König nods, hums, and starts… fucking the pillows. It feels very weird. Sure, the fabric is nice, and the friction helps get him near the edge, but… it doesn’t compare to your cunt.

Still, after just a few seconds, he starts moaning and saying your title. It’s quiet at first, and then picks up traction.

“Ahh- Mistress, Herrin… Bitte…”

However, the pillows are nowhere as tight, as warm, and most importantly - it’s not you. You’re not touching him, just holding the pillows down so that he doesn’t knock them over by his rapid humping.

He can barely catch a whiff of your scent, and it’s hell.

“Herrin, bitte… lass mich nicht… alleine…” he rambles. The plea for you to not leave him alone sounds pathetic, so unlike the strong soldier that he is, too.

“F-fass mich an, berühre mich, Herrin, bitte, bitte!” König continues, frantically humping the pillow sandwich, constantly looking into your eyes.

The begging for you to at least touch him is so adorable that you fold and gently place your hand on his neck. Your other hand still holds the pillow in place.

“Thank you, Herrin, oh, Herrin, thank you! Danke!”

That does him in, and unceremoniously, he cums onto the pillows.

You chuckle at the way his body trembles. “I hope you’re prepared to continue, König.”

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“HANDS ON YOUR KNEES, I’M COLONEL KÖNIG.”

pairing könig x reader genre smut reader is taller than könig and a male. dom!reader x sub!könig cw lowercase typing. established relationship. google translated german. pet names. office sex. cockwarming. teasing. orgasm delay. humiliation kink. handjob. slight spanking.

könig’s too impatient to wait for you to finish your work.

two knocks meet your door before it opens, könig’s the one in the doorway. you only glanced at him once before continuing to fill in the information for your files. “liebling.” (darling) he called.

you hummed questioningly. you wanted to finish your work as soon as possible without any distractions, but you couldn’t tell your boyfriend that. he gradually stalked closer to you until he was in front of you and your desk. “liebling...?” (darling) he tried again. “yeah, sweetheart?” you held in your frustration before it got into your tone, you’ve been sitting here doing paperwork for hours.

“i...” he hesitated, and just went behind your desk to you instead. he gripped your shoulder and gazed down at you with pleading eyes, you only noticed now the tent in his pants. “könig, you know i got work to do, right? let me finish this first.” you slightly furrowed your brows. he frowned underneath his hood in response. “i won’t distract you.” he promises. “please?”

you sigh, “what do you have in mind?” his eyes sparkled in excitement, “i want to... uh.” you could tell that he was blushing furiously by the way he couldn’t hold eye contact with you. “can i... uh, i wanna cockwarm you.” your eyes widened in surprise, you didn’t know he could be into that type of thing. nonetheless, you agreed.

it’s been about 15 minutes since, könig was now situated on your cock. he was facing away from you, watching your hands write away. he was squirming, thighs slightly shaking in anticipation. he griiiinds down on you, eliciting a gasp from himself and a low groan from you. “stay still.” he sighs contentedly, “please work faster.”

you don’t, making him wait longer than he should. you were nearly done, but you worked slower. he realized that and clenched around you, “stop teasing.” you chuckle, “i’m not.” he pouted at your response. “you only have two more items to fill in. do it alre– nngh.” you pulled back as far as you could on your chair, and thrusted up into him. “what was that?” you tease. he pouts at you. “c’moooon.” he begged. he felt every vein of your length and he could feel the way it throbbed inside of him. his eyes were glossy and the tips of his ears burned. he ached so much that it was nearly painful.

you give in and immediately write down what was needed before grabbing könig’s waist. “you’re so needy.” he whines at that. “just fuck me already. bitte, mein schatz.” (please, my sweetheart) you obliged with his request, making the both of you stand up and you bend him over your desk. you pull out, then you suddenly thrust into him. he moans loudly, biting down on his mask to muffle his sounds. “god, colonel.” you pant, “who knew you could be this desperate?” you thrust harshly to punctuate each word. his sounds were growing louder by the second and you were only beginning.

“awh, you’re already close?” you laugh breathlessly when he whimpers, “you made me wait for so long.” he complains. “you won’t cum until i say so.” you drag your cock against his walls, “scheiße, b-but i– hah... was being good.” (fuck) he pushes back against you, “you were trying to distract me. that doesn’t count as being good, does it?” you grind on his ass. “that’s n-not fair. you were teasing me.” you slap his ass, causing him to gasp. “s-scheiße! wofür war das?” (f-fuck! what was that for?)

“don’t say that wasn’t,” slap. “fair,” slap. “you knew really well,” slap. “that i had to,” slap. “complete paperwork.” slap. “and now look at you,” slap. “begging to cum on my cock in my office.” his ass was now becoming a bright red, “what will they think when they find out that the great colonel könig could be reduced to such a mess?” you rub over the spot, soothing the stings. “m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” he cries. “i’ll be good for you.” beads of precum formed from his slit, dripping down his shaft. you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it up and down. you continue thrusting inside of him. “ah... feel s’ good.” he moans.

you give his collarbone open mouthed kisses, your warmth lingering on his body. you thumb over his slit, spreading around his wetness. it was easier to move your hand on him now. the sounds of skin against skin destroying the silence. you knew that he was holding in, holding onto the edge of euphoria. “you can let go, könig.” that was all he needed to cum all over your hand.

he whined as you continued your movements to get him through it. you abruptly stopped. “are you okay, love?” you ask, pulling out of his empty hole. “mhm. you didn’t finish.” he stared at you over his shoulder, “that’s okay.” but your cock said the opposite, still hard and leaking. könig reached around and grabbed your cock, stroking it. you gasp at the sudden friction. “you don’t have to do that.” though, you did nothing to stop him. you were quite close anyway. “komm bitte in mich hinein.” (please cum in me) right as you reach your orgasm, könig lined you up to his hole, making you spill your cum inside of him.

some of it got out, dripping down from his fluttering hole. neither of you cared about the mess, still recovering from your climaxes. he suddenly spoke, “i want more of you.”

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[buns0fst33l]

— sub!König —

-Cod men scenarios-

König x GN Reader

MDNI Suggestive themes

TW: brief mention of injury/warfare

Not proofread, also I used Google Translate

König, who’s secretly a switch but only under very particular circumstances.

Normally, he wants to be in charge. In his head, he wants to be in charge. When he’s with you intimately, he wants to be in charge. But there’s a very particular set of circumstances that have him rolling over to expose a soft underbelly he didn’t know he had.

You have plans to get lunch with him after a three month leave. He comes to you, excited as always. But there’s something about him coming back at the exact moment you’ve finished getting ready to go out that absolutely wrecks him.

Now, he loves you and finds you to be “an enchanting creature”, even when your face is puffy and your complexion is shit and you feel like ass. And he is excited to come home to you and worship your lovely body regardless of what state it’s in. Usually it’s the middle of the night, when you’re in your most natural and comfortable state, which he loves.

But something about this is eating him alive.

You’re wearing your favorite outfit. Your hair is freshly washed, mostly dry but still slightly cool to the touch from the remaining bit of moisture. You’ve just finished lathering yourself in lotions and oils and perfume. The delicate metal of the casual jewelry you’ve chosen compliments your skin tone in the most angelic way, glittering with little reflective shimmers as your body moves around to preen itself.

‘Wie ein Hase,’ (like a bunny) he thinks to himself. The warmth and scent of your shower is still wafting off of your water-softened skin deliciously.

As soon as you notice him, you move so fast it’s funny and bounce your way over to the objectively creepy brute who looks ready to eat you alive. Ugh, the domestic sight of your warm smile and cute bare feet quickly padding over to greet him has his soul fucking melting.

With all the grace of a bull in a china shop, he grabs you, picks you up, and sits on the couch with you straddling him. Both of his massive, too-long arms are wrapped around your torso like pythons and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. He’s shamelessly huffing in deep lungfuls of your scent like an animal, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth noisily. With every breath, he scoots that crooked, handsome nose of his an inch in another direction to get more of your scent. Once he reaches just behind your ear, you squeal and push on his shoulders at the unexpected tickle it causes. His arms are still keeping your body pressed closely to his.

“Hello to you too….Are you having fun?” You tease him lowly, reaching to grab the sides of his face and pry his big head away from your body and into your line of sight. He resists for a second, but then allows it, looking into your eyes with heavy eyelids.

He’s so textbook masculine and somehow adorable at the same time. Those strong, dark brows of his are relaxed and those intense, steel-blue eyes are lidded over even more than usual, droopy and sleepy-looking. The faintest bit of pink dusts over his strong cheek bones and crooked Roman nose. His pretty, thin cupids bow lips are slightly parted and his tongue darts between them briefly as he gives you a slow nod in response to your question. His breathing is quiet, but deep and heavy. A barely-restrained pant.

One of your hands leaves his face to push back the silky black strands of his hair with a gentle but efficient swipe and you can’t help but coo at the way his eyes roll back and flutter shut at your gentle touch. Your hand finds its way back to his jaw right away and you lean in, clicking your tongue lovingly at the pitiful mess he so quickly became.

Oh you have no idea the effect you’re having. All he’s seen for months is ugly, angry, dying and bitter men. Even triumph stunk of unwashed, musty clothes, metal, caked-on sweat, infected stitches, sun-rotted blood stains. And suddenly he has what feels like a newly made doll, crafted by god just for him, finished just in time for his weary soul to lap up like a starved dog. Instead of grime and sweat and oil and god-knows-what-else, his callused fingers greedily smooth over your expanses of clean, delicious, fuckable-smelling flesh.

His palms drag over your sides and back and his fingertips grab at your clothes and drag over your scalp eagerly. You smile softly at the state he’s in and grab his wrists. He allows you to pull his hands off of you, but scoots his hips forward and against your body like he needs to make up for the physical contact you took away.

“Liebling…bitte…” his voice cracks a little. You bite your lip and search his eyes, feeling a power trip wash over you. You grasp it delicately, afraid you’ll accidentally break the spell he’s under if you bring his attention to it.

“What do you need, Kö?” You whisper to him, thumbs stroking his huge forearms you’re holding in front of you. Your hands don’t go around all the way. He is just… allowing you to be in charge of his absolute tank of a body. He is being so mushy for you right now. He bites his lip and whines quietly.

Oh you need to see where this goes. Fuck your lunch date, you can get takeout later.

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cw: sub!könig x dom!reader ; hand kink, gun+knife kink, general edgeplay tbh

könig isn't really sure when he started staring at the way you handle your handgun, but now that he's started, he's not sure he wants to stop. watching your hands move over it—hell, watching you move when you’re shooting, whether it be a rifle in your hands or a pistol, all of it sends a warmth through him that, quite frankly, he should be more concerned about.

maybe it's just your hands, the thought of them on his body, touching him everywhere. or the way they would look wrapped around his cock—or his throat. maybe it's the thought of red hand prints on his waist, thighs, and throat. he always did bruise easy.

but his eyes aren't just focused on your hands, really, when he thinks a little harder. they're focused on your hands around the gun.

he lets himself indulge in that thought for one dangerous second. images of you holding it against his chin, against his temple, shoving it into his mouth, all rush to the very forefront of his mind. the thought of you threatening him, having power over him, making him go warm.

he thinks of you pushing him up against a wall and pressing that same pistol right to his chin, or maybe this time it could be a knife to his throat. you'd press it just hard enough for his breath to catch in his throat, just hard enough that you could be a threat-

but that train of thought is quickly cut short by you waving a hand in his face. his eyes snap to yours.

"you sure like staring, könig," you say, and he feels his face warm.

[f4nrir]

adding onto the overstimulating König ask. stuffing him full with your cock, listening to him sob and whimper, ugh <3

mein könig

— pairing ; könig x male reader

note: i got so happy when i saw this because i've been wanting to write for könig for so long now and this encouraged me to do so !!

cw: rough sex, overstimulation, breeding, sub!könig, dom!commander!reader, (reader giving), cum tasting (?), basic german knowledge …

you’ve always thought of könig as quiet, often showing that side of himself on the field when you worked together. although, he was quite courageous and you were fascinated by his work as his skill set is impressive.

however, what you never expected was for him to be this vocal from the pleasure he was receiving. he continuously begged for more, not realizing his limits beforehand. “liebling, bitte!” he cried as you pounded into him mercilessly with your cock, completely filling him to the brim. each thrust you made inched closer to his prostate and with a quick adjustment in your position, you perfectly hit the right spot. you watch his eyes widen and his back arch, desperately gripping the sheets beside him. you bent down to litter his chest with kisses and nipped at his skin, covering him with love bites for him to remember this moment. [t: darling, please]

könig gasped at the feeling of your teeth buried into his chest and placed his hands on your back, his nails sinking into your skin as he scratched the surface. you winced at the burning sensation which only encouraged you to fasten your pace, the sound of skin slapping filled the air along with both of your moans. 

“mein könig..” you coo as your hands find their way to his hips, gripping onto them tightly as you continued to ruin him with each thrust. könig flushed at what you had said, a string of curse words quickly leaving his mouth before a guttural moan escapes as well. “you love this, don’t you? having me fuck you numb until you’re at a loss for words.” [t: my könig]

he couldn’t comprehend a response to give you as he continued to moan, which eventually turned into loud sobs and whimpers as you abused his prostate over and over. you placed your hand on his cock and rubbed your thumb over his slit, causing him to jerk and cry louder underneath your touch. “answer me, könig. don’t ignore me when i speak to you,” you growled under your breath and his sobs continued with each touch, his body shaking underneath you from overstimulation. 

you brushed your thumb past his slit once again which was almost enough to make him cum, finding the sensation torturous yet pleasurable. you bent down to meet his face, your dog tags dangling against his chest, and he winced at the temperature of the metal. “do i have to repeat myself?”

könig shook his head, “no! please, i love this. i love you fucking m– nngh!” you pressed your thumb against his tip, the pressure just enough to make him cum all over your hand and coat his stomach too. you snickered as you stared at your hand before putting your fingers up to your own mouth, tasting him. he grabbed your hand out of embarrassment, but enjoyed the sight of you tasting his own cum. “open,” you ordered and he complied as you placed your fingers inside of his mouth “suck.”

he swirled his tongue around your fingers, holding eye contact with you as he sucked. you neared your climax as he continued, but took matters into your own hands as you shoved them down his throat to prepare him for later. you enjoyed listening to his muffled moans and pleas, imagining what it would be like for him to take you in his mouth. 

“könig.. i’m close,” you pant and he wraps his legs around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. you chuckled against his neck, the feeling of your warm breath caused shivers to go down his spine. 

“bitte, herr” he weakly whispered in your ear which was laced with lust and you caved in as you moaned close to his ear, his name easily rolling off of your tongue. könig pressed himself against you, soft groans and whines escaping his lips as the warmth of your come filled him up. [t: please, sir]

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