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coaxing | MDNI

you'll coax his voice out one way or another.

his voice was like sweet honey, the sweetest of sounds in melodic harmonies. and you were determined to crack into the heaven through any means necessary.

your boyfriend was a man of few words, a silent figure in the room that often scares those around him. yet that never stopped you from pursuing him, and it paid off in leaps and bounds.

you grabbed his wrist covering his mouth, harshly tugging it above his sweaty face making him yelp, "there's no way i'm letting you hide your pretty voice." the poor man looked like he was about to pass out, his brain too melted and fucked out to try and save his pride, to save the embarrassing noises from leaking out of those pretty lips of his, to save some of his dignity. in his eyes it was humiliating moaning like a whore in heat, in your eyes it was a reward that you worked so hard to get.

"don't resist it love, let it all out.." you kissed his sweaty bare chest, knuckles fisting the sheets while you buried yourself into his messy, slick hole. it was like an addiction, the need to hear his slutty moans, his tired whines, his pretty noises made you push through the fatigue, the soreness of your hips. it was almost like each time he squealed when you plunged into him gave you energy, each time he cried out for you gave you motivation, an endless cycle until his voice gave out.

"i-i can-i can't..!" his voice quivered, his feverish hands finding your chest, hands weakly trying to push you away. "t-too much.. too much..!" crocodile tears filled his eyes, the pleasure and pain too much for him to comprehend. "you can take it.." your smooth voice pissed him off, even though it was thinly veiled overstimulation. it wasn't fair how you managed to have so much stamina, so much energy to keep going.

"you've always been able to take it.. now keep singing my name love.." you grinned at him once more, grabbing his hands and pinning them down, holding him down to fuck him. if you buck your hips hard, you could see how his stomach distended lightly, the shape of your cock bulging his belly. "hey love, can you feel that?" you did it once more, your boyfriend throwing his head back, a long drawn out moan leaving his swollen lips. "can you feel my cock bulge your belly? can you feel me fuck you open?" you kissed his face, peppering kisses onto his tear stained face, licking them away. his body was like putty, and even when you pulled your arms away from his wrists, he didn't have any energy to change positions or try to hide his moans.

"don't tire out on me now love, not when i'm doing all this work for you." a sweaty grin was on your face, his voice flowing freely from his lips. you stuffed your face into the corner of his neck, snuggling closer to him to inhale his scent and hear the vibrations of his sound, before going over to his adams apple and grazing it with your teeth, enjoying how you could feel the vibrations on your teeth from his moans.

the edges of his vision were blurry, and his throat was so sore and dry from being so used, not used to so much activity. his brain could only think of you, how big you were, how you smelt, and he was utterly a mess. he could feel yet another orgasm coming, hands weakly trying to scramble your hands away from his weeping cock. "you can handle it, right love? my little songbird.." you coo'd out, stroking his pretty cock, watching him weakly tremble and shake, his voice freeflowing. you yourself were getting dangerously close to orgasm, chasing that high inside of him when suddenly his moans got louder, weaker and more erratic.

your hips burned and your toes curled as you felt yourself cum inside of him, hands iron gripped onto his sides as you spilled your cum once more into your used hole, listening to your boyfriends noises. how he squealed when he came, how his cum splattered weakly on his stomach, how he groaned when he felt you cum again inside of him.

"such a pretty voice my love.. my love?" you paused, seeing him dead asleep on the bed, passed out from your relentless pounding, evidence of sex all over him. maybe you coaxed him a bit too hard, but you'd do it again.

APHELIOS, AONE, BARBATOS, XIAO, GETO + ur favourites

ngl just testing the waters of writing again el o el

It would be so much fun to clicker train you, my pet.

That way when you're drooling and brainless, you'll still follow simple commands.

And maybe I'll keep it in my bag when ever we go out.

Don't worry, I'll be sneaky about it. Just enough to turn your cheeks red, but not enough for anyone to notice.

You'd see me reach into my bag.

"Speak"

*click*

And you'd involuntarily let out a little yip or a bark or a woof...

And the instantly cover your quickly flushing face.

hm? what's that you're stressed about? awe, no, puppies don't think things like that, okay sweetheart? that stuff is for much smarter, bigger people, and you're just my dumb little puppy, remember? all you have to worry about is being a good boy for me. all you have to worry about is how good my fingers and my cock feel inside you, how nice you feel when my mouth licks at your needy little holes. you understand? good. now let's get you a joint and your collar and leash, and I'll make sure you're all nice and brainless just like you're supposed to be, okay pup?

𓆩♡𓆪 ﹒ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . . . 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓’𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ﹒ ‘🕷️ᶻ

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

I CAN BE A BETTER BOYFRIEND THAN HIM | 2/2

𖥔˚〃 könig can’t stand seeing you with another guy, especially with your lieutenant // old work ˗ male!reader

˗ˏˋ PRETTY LITTLE LIAR ˎˊ˗ 1/?

𖥔˚〃 in which könig is more than your superior. he’s selfish, greedy, prideful, insensitive, but aren’t we all? // 1st anniversary ˗ male!reader

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

LOADING!

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

THE STARS LEAKED, BUT NEVER GOT FAR | 1,5k

𖥔˚〃 after a close call in a mission, könig won’t leave you alone // first work ˗ male!reader

HANDS ON YOUR KNEES, I’M COLONEL KÖNIG | 0,9k

𖥔˚〃 könig’s too impatient to wait for you to finish your work // old work ˗ male!reader

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

SHADOW MY SOUL | EXPLICIT

⟢ being taller than him // old work ‧ male!reader

CALL OUT MY NAME | EXPLICIT

⟢ your voice isn’t the only thing that’s deep // old work ‧ male!reader

CUTTING TONIGHT | EXPLICIT

⟢ indulging in knife kink fantasies ‧ gender-neutral!reader

SERAPHIC | EXPLICIT

⟢ one thing about the cocky colonel? he knew how to be a good boy ‧ male!reader

TRAFFIC JAM | EXPLICIT

⟢ he never liked heavy traffic ‧ amab!reader

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒

LOADING!

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑

SHADOWED | 0,8k

𖥔˚〃 everyone knows him as the intimidating, dominant colonel. but to you, he’s a vulnerable, needy man ˗ male!reader

absolutely obsessed with the way you write sub!könig 😣 i was hoping to request sub!könig x dom!male!reader where the reader has a breeding kink and a big dick <3 + praise maybeee..? up to you !! thank you if you end up writing this <33

COLONEL KÖNIG 香菸 ── `` top m reader w, a big dick. breeding + praise kink. italicized words are in german.

“fuck, aahhng, s–sweetheart!” könig gasps, muscles spasming and visibly sensitive to the sensation of your thick cock. his legs subconsciously wrap themselves around your waist, holding you in place. one of his hands is planted over his eyes, attempting to hide himself in a futile distraction from the painful pleasure.

he’s finally managed to take in half, entrance struggling to accommodate the width even now; your release from earlier leaking down to your shaft. “you’re so beautiful like this, takin’ all of me.”

he sniffles, the other hand clawing into the material of the couch. “i can’t t-take it anymore. too big—” a sheen of sweat was built atop his skin. “yes, you can. doin’ so good, there you are, c’mon,” when you deliver a particularly harsh thrust with a soft grunt, your words are properly punctuated enough to numb his brain.

“nngh– yes, y-yes, feels so...” könig trails off into a whimper, greedily rocking back. he was squeezing you so well, hole an aphrodisiac strong enough to make you an addict. könig abruptly forces himself down to take in more of you, your dick responding with a twitch and teeth gritting with a grunt.

“so, so big, my love, i’m gonna break—” könig’s voice shifts into a half-mutter, half-broken cry. “taught you well, pretty,” you praise, slamming your hips upwards when you feel him ease. his own dick is a mess, trails of cum from prior unexpected orgasms beginning to adorn his skin. it takes every ounce of willpower not to continue fucking him until it somehow takes.

his back arches, combined lube and spend dripping down the length of your cock from his entrance. he swears he can feel you in his throat, not an inch of his insides untouched by you. “pretty little thing’s sucking me in.. gonna let me cum in you again? shit, he’s practically beggin’ me for it,” könig whines in humiliation from the way you refer to his stretched hole like that, but he dumbly nods his head and you’re certain he isn’t far off either.

“yes, yes, thank you, i need it.” the tip abused his prostrate with every push, sparks of blinding pleasure traveling up his spine. könig’s body jolting as he finished again, thick ropes spurting out only to land on your stomach.

the sudden clenching of his warm hole drags out your own climax, filling him to the brink as his thighs twitch. it leaks out and you pull out — just to slam inside again. you have to press your hand on his chest to keep him down, receiving a sweet, sweet cry out of the man below you. he lets you, simply taking it as you gently roll your hips into him.

one thing about the cocky colonel? he knew how to be a good boy.

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Thinking about König and the kinks he likes to indulge in

Pairing: König x Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, size kink, degradation, riding, blow jobs,

A/N: Another quick Drabble pls excuse any mistakes and I hope you enjoy!

Thinking about König having a size kink, likes to watch himself in the mirror while you fuck him, likes to see how completely engulfed he is in your embrace while you’re thrusting your cock into his hole.

Thinking about König with a size kink having an obscenely large dildo collection just to better prepare himself for your cock, using them while on the field and sometimes when on leave but even with all that prep he can never escape the pleasant burn that comes with taking your length. He especially loves using his dildos while on leave because you’re there to help him, sticking them to the floor, grabbing ahold of his shirt to help him up the toy only to roughly push him back onto them.

Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you point out how small and cute his cock is, purposely wearing your clothes that are way too big on him, that drown him completely, with the tip of his dick just barely peaking past the clothing, having you point out his little size while he’s riding your cock even going as far as lightly flicking it and having him turn so red and fucking embarrassed but quickly cumming from sheer humiliation.

Thinking about König with a size kink who loves it when you tease him, loves it when you painstakingly slowly slide your cock into his hole, because it takes so long for you to bottom out, makes him feel so delirious, so full, while slowly being skewed onto your cock

Thinking about König having a size kink, and forcing him down on all four, having him take your cock down his throat, not allowing him to use his hands even though he can’t even get half of it down his throat, and he’s spluttering and chocking, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and lips stretched taut around your fat cock, while doing his best to make you cum with his mouth.

Thinking about König with a size kink who also likes little prep as possible wants to feel the burn as you bottom out, wants to feel like you’re stretching out his little hole, and leaving it gaping open.

Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you take him on the floor, loves to be pinned onto his stomach, engulfed in your form, makes him feel so small and he absolutely loves being forced into such humiliating position.

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?”

hi i hope you're doing well <33

I have had a very kinky thought with Konig and haven't seen anyone do it so I figured I'd request it

Reader is an excellent sniper , Konig asks him to help train him to be a better sniper. Reader agrees and while helping Konig practice , he starts teasing him and telling him to keep focusing on hitting the targets - after Konig hits all the targets reader gives him a reward for being such good boy and ofc the reward is getting railed til Konig is a moaning mess

helping hand

Pairing: König x Male Reader Summary: König comes to you for some help - and you're more than happy to. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Top!Male reader, teasing, handjobs, fucking outside, unprotected anal, creampie.

Your breath in his ear sends goosebumps rippling across his skin. “I thought you wanted my help König?”

He quickly nods, a whine bubbling in the back of his throat. “I do-”

“You don’t seem to be taking it very seriously.” You interrupt, a hand trailing down the curve of his spine. Under the weight of your hand you feel him fidget, trying to stop himself from grinding his hips into the ground for any sort of relief. “You need to focus.”

“I can’t,” he cries, cock throbbing painfully within the confines of his pants. Every little one of your touches sent a new wave of arousal coursing through his body, his mind ready to give up and submit to you. “You’re too distracting,” he whines.

Ever since he had met you in the makeshift training area you had been teasing him; standing too close, talking in his ear, your hands all over his body as you manoeuvred him into different sniping positions, all while König steadily got harder and harder and became more and more distracted, barely able to focus on why you were here in the first place.

“You need to be able to focus even with distractions all around you,” you begin, capturing his attention once more. “How about this? You manage to hit the rest of the targets and I’ll give you a reward.”

“What kind of reward?” He asks pointlessly, he’s already sure he knows what will happen, or at least what he wants to happen.

Tutting you shift up onto your knees, König turning his head to watch you. “Well we can’t ruin the surprise now can we?” You wink, and he’s thankful for the hood covering his head so you can’t see the crimson blush creep up on his cheeks. “Now, three targets left.”

It takes a few seconds for his brain to catch up, and he quickly adjusts his focus back through the scope of the sniper rifle, scanning the area to try and find the targets. He soon finds one, hitting it dead on with no issues. 

Hearing the pleased hum come from you he tries to ignore it, but he can’t contain his reaction as his body jumps when your hand falls onto the arch of his back, fingers skimming across the fabric of his shirt. “Focus,” you scold, and he fights his body wanting to arch into the touch.

Pushing out a deep breath he starts again, searching for another target. Your hand stills as you wait, and the heat coming from your palm even through his shirt feels like torture. You can feel when he finds another one, his back just tensing and relaxing ever so slightly, and once he’s in position he quickly lets off another shot, hitting the target perfectly. “Good,” you praise, hand drifting lower to follow his spine, stopping halfway down. “One more.”

König’s breathing is harsher now, fighting to control every breath as he tries to find the last target. Excitement races through his veins when he does. He forces himself to be calm, trying to ignore your presence near him and fires, sighing with relief when he hits the final one. 

Moving your hand lower you start to play with the waistband of his pants, fingertips dipping under the fabric intermittently. “There you go, knew you could do it,” you purr, König preening under your praise. “Now about that reward-”

König groans, cutting off your train of speech. “Please, stop teasing me.”

You take your fingers away, chuckling as pushes his hips up to follow the movement. “Oh? What do you want me to do?”

His cock throbs, leaking with excitement. “Fuck me,” he mumbles, tucking his face into the inside of his elbow. 

Although you heard him perfectly you decide to tease him further, placing both hands on his hips, encouraging him to move until he’s resting on his arms and knees, back arched perfectly, ass in the air in front of you. “What was that?”

“Fuck me,” he tries again, louder this time. 

Shuffling forward you stop just before your thighs hit the back of his legs, hands tightening on his hips to bring him backwards the rest of the way. He goes willingly, groaning when he feels the large bulge in your pants against his clothed ass, and unashamedly he rubs against you, a pleased rumble leaving your chest.

One of your hands snakes from his hip around his waist, fingers barely ghosting the outline of cock as you go for his zipper instead, slowly bringing it down until the shape of his cock is spilling out from the opening. As swiftly as you can you pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop, König hissing as his cock twitches in the open air. 

He grunts when you wrap a hand around his hardened cock, sliding your palm over the head to gather the precum dripping there and slathering his cock as you begin to stroke up and down, your other hand kneading the flesh of his ass cheek. As soon as he starts trying to fuck into your hand you stop, removing your hand and planting it on his other cheek, pulling them apart so you can see his twitching hole.

“Would you look at that?” you coo, thumb brushing against his rim. “Looks like your hole is begging to be filled.” König whines, his body aching for any sort of stimulation. Gathering up as much spit as you can he gasps when he feels it hit his hole, your thumb quickly spreading the moisture, teasing his entrance.

Slowly you fight against the resistance, his hole gradually opening up to your thumb as you push it deeper, and only when it easily slides in and out do you add another finger, König beginning to rock back against them as you scissor the digits. Your mouth is dry by the time you can fit three fingers, making sure he’s fully prepared for you, your own cock desperate to be inside him. 

Withdrawing your fingers you slide your zipper down, pulling out your cock to rest it in the crevice of his cheeks, König able to feel the heat emanating from your dick. Taking what little moisture is left from your mouth you spit into your hand and slick up your own cock before you press the head against his hole, giving him slow, gentle thrusts as you enter him inch by inch, pushing in and pulling out until he opens up around you.

When you’re finally fully seated inside him you stop your movements, relishing in the heat as he clenches around you, König mewling with impatience as you do nothing other than stroke the skin of his hip. Eventually, he pulls himself away and pushes back onto you, a pleasured moan escaping both of you. “Please move,” he begs.

Slowly you draw all the way out, tip catching on his rim before you slam forward, a harsh slap of skin against skin as your thighs smack against him, König letting out a choked groan. Taking little time to set a harsh pace he’s soon lost in ecstasy, arms barely holding him up as you use him like a toy, grunts and moans escaping into the air.

Fucking into him you search out that sweet spot, the tip of your cock punching in deeper and deeper until on one thrust he wails, body trembling and cock pulsing as he sprays his release across the ground, streaks of white staining the soil underneath him. 

You don’t stop, chasing your own orgasm as you continue your thrusts, one arm wrapping around König to wrench him up and hold him to your chest, your free hand gripping his cock, jerking him off as he cries from the stimulation. “Bitte, wait.” With the new angle you thrust in deeper, his hole clenching and pulsing around you, driving you closer and closer to the apex. 

“Just a little bit more, I’m close,” you groan, rapidly thrusting into his hole, cock bullying against his prostate. “Where do you want it?” 

“I-inside,” he hiccups, one of his arms ensnaring your neck to hold you close as the other rests on the one jerking his cock.

It takes just a few more thrusts to come undone, a hoarse snarl tearing from your throat as you unload inside König, your cock shooting rope after rope into his hole as it milks you for everything you have. The feeling of you cumming inside pushes König into another orgasm, a smaller spurt of cum erupting from his cock and joining his previous load on the floor. Your hips give small, shaky thrusts as you fill him up, a ring of white forming around his rim as your cum starts leaking out and back down along your cock. 

Time is lost as you both stay like that, holding each other close, trying to swallow down oxygen as pleasure bursts through your veins. Once your senses rush back to you, you gently lower König to rest on his arms, the man unable to remain sitting up, and slowly pull out, cum immediately seeping from his hole and you quickly tuck yourself away at the risk of becoming hard again as you fight to tear your eyes away.

König takes longer to recover, only doing so when you finally speak up. “König?” He barely hums in acknowledgement. “You have to get up, big guy.” He grunts, mind still hazy with pleasure. There’s not much you can do about the current mess of his hole so you pull his underwear and pants back up over his ass, tucking his cock back in and adjusting them so they look as normal as possible.

“I don’t think I can move,” he grumbles, and you bite back the bark of laughter threatening to erupt.

“Here,” you offer, moving to his front and offering your hands to help him up. He takes them, relying on you to drag him up and without asking, you place a supportive arm around his waist, tucking him into your side as you walk back together. The walk is uncomfortable, cum oozing out of his hole with every step, something he makes known.

“I need a shower,” he states, gait becoming awkward as he tries to find the walk most comfortable.

You hum in agreement, arm tightening around his waist. “How about I help clean you up?”

the urge to get the largest, most monsterfucky strap and fuck the men who are 2x my size with it. being transgender has many upsides. (especially konig like the urge to make him my good boy and just have him be forcibly feminized by me and like it)

many thoughts , brain lordsge

said i was gonna feed mike fans and now here i am....

FEMS AND MINORS DNI

erm idk german 😞

cw: subbot!könig, silly😛 strap-on, mention of belly bulge, you have a big boy dick, poorly translated german☹️

könig, a man well over the average height. someone who's only ever had to look down at who he's speaking to, looming over the majority of his fellow soldiers. meeting you was no different, you were shorter, he was taller. that's how it was with everyone. the only thing that made you stick out from the rest was how you still treated him despite the large difference.

könig, who can't even count the number of times he's stumbled into bed with you, but every time he does, you surprise him with something knew. it's always messy, knocking things over as you bite into his mouth on your way to a bed, or a wall, or really any surface that you can hold him against. the strength you suddenly gain over him punches the air from his lungs, wrists dark and bruised from your grip before you finally move off.

könig, who can't go to anyone else because no one else can ruin him like you do. no one else has a dick like yours, changing almost every time you fuck him. no one leaves him breathless and whining like a bitch in heat like you do, cock heavy and leaking pre onto his stomach. some have left in the past after finding out that you couldn't take them 'naturally', that god decided to fuck you over before you were even born. but not könig, never könig. he couldn't understand why they would leave, not when you could split him open on a cock half the size of his thigh one night and then the next have something vibrating against his prostate so violently fat tears roll down his cheeks.

könig, whose hips are rocking into nothing on your bed, trying to sit still like you told him, but his hole is puffy and shining from the harsh prep you put him through because you had 'a gift' for him. a hand slowly inches down his chest, twisting in the short trail of hair that leads to his aching member before squeezing at the base, just like you would. but his hands are nothing like yours. they're too big, too rough, and have no idea how to handle him despite being his own. so when you come back in, he's too busy wiggling his hips in an attempt to get you close to notice what you've got strapped on your own.

könig, who doesn't notice it until you slap the silicone against the inside of his thigh, eyes once too busy look up at you for once now snapping down to look at what kind of monster you just hit him with. he has to bite back a whimper when he sees the damn thing, brows furrowing because there was no way that thing was going to fit. it was too big, too many inches, had too many bumps, and the built-in piercings would rub him raw, but the look in your eyes was nothing but fire and he knew it was this or nothing. and könig isn't a man who can go with nothing.

könig, who has to use his own hand to slick up your cock because you won't have it any other way, letting him get a feel of all that he has to take. he starts at the base and the further he goes up, the more his hole twitches and the more his hips squirm, almost like he can already feel the thing stretching out his walls.

könig, who's throat goes dry when the tip finally squeezes into his tight heat, no amount of prep giving him any kind of reassurance. the look on your face does him no good either, so smug and confident and there's no way for him to wipe it off because all of his pleasure is for your amusement. every fucked out look and bitten lip is to ensure you get your fill, you could pull orgasm after orgasm from him and still keep going and he can only stain the sheets with tears and cum. but he wouldn't have it any other way.

könig, who has tears rolling down his face once you finally bottom out, back arched and mouth panting. you give him a moment to adjust because it's the least you can do after he's been so good, every small shift or sharp breath sending a jolt of painful pleasure through his body. but your patience only lasts so long, and könig can only have so much mercy.

könig, who cries out when you suddenly pull out, rim catching the swollen head before you slam back in. his hands fly to grip at your shoulders, shaky and clawing as your repeat the process. every thrust of your hips quickens your pace until his cock is bouncing against his abdomen, eyes rolled back with incoherent whines escaping his chest.

könig, who's never felt so full before. you look down to get a good view of your work and every time you punch into him a visible bulge rises from his stomach. there's drool running down his chin and his mind is so scattered, trying to focus on how you feel inside of him but getting lost in how all of the burning pain melts into pleasure, sparking something primal in him to just be pumped full. the small bumps molded into the model create a sinful squelch when you pull back, a trail of lube running down the base and pooling below. his body is slick with sweat and he's clawing at anything his hands can latch onto, leaving lines down your shoulders and almost ripping the sheets.

könig, who can barely speak and when he does it's only in his mother language, mind all too melted to try and remember a lick of english. but you've been good to him, you know a bit of it and can pick out what he's saying from what you've taught yourself. "bitte, ich kann nicht- zu viel-" but you know it's not. you know he can take it, how every jab to his prostate has him flooding towards release, how he can't stop his cock from weeping, leaking like a faucet until it's smeared all over his skin.

könig, who gets all the more vocal as he nears the edge, sobs and overstimulated growls ripping through the air as you press his knees against his chest. the sound of your fat cock filling his ass gets engraved into his mind, the heavy balls slapping against his skin with each thrust. his orgasm hits him like a train and he fucking wails, walls clamping down as thick ropes of cum spurt out of his slit and cover his chest, even reaching to his own jaw.

könig, who can only whimper when you pull away, feeling every inch of you slide against his sensitive walls before it finally comes out with a wet pop. his eyes are purely glazed over, mouth open and body entirely boneless besides the deep intakes of his lungs fighting for air. when you look down, his hole is gaping wide for you, gummy flesh pulsing around air and seemingly begging you to come back, despite the fact that he's nearly passed out.

könig, who sobs when your cockhead presses into his mess again, stopping at just the tip so you can watch the shiver of realization pass through him. it happens every night. you'll fuck his brains out only to do it all over again, never truly satisfied until he's passed out on your dick, hole fluttering around you as it fights to take everything you have to give.

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ssso seeepy

I didn't add the feminization here bc I wanna do that separately🗣👍

this is an apology for not posting anything

mdni 18+. not proofread. requests open. event may be coming soon👀

much to the surprise of many, konig is a colonel. unsprisingly, the rank comes with a lot of stress and responsibility that most wouldn't be able to handle. on most days, konig doesn't believe that he's able to handle the mental, physical, and emotional strain. more times than not he comes back, shoulders tensed, dark circles, of sleep and just feeling exhausted.

however, you always make sure to give him what he needs. you always ensure that he eats three meals a day, and makes sure that he's getting much needed rest.

however when things just get too much, konig knows that all he has to do is catch your eye and almost whine a "please" and you're up and dragging him to the bedroom.

that's how he ended up in this position. face buried into a pillow, trying to muffle his whimpers and moans, and the audible squelch of your dick sinking into him on every thrust.

"mmm... you take me so well baby," you start "you needed this didn't you? just needed to be turned into my dumb little toy, hmm?" you ask rhetorically. the way that konig switched between chanting your name and more like a prayer, he wasn't listening to anything you were saying.

"pretty little thing when you're all fucked out like this." you state on a particularly hard thrust against his prostate. the pleasure mixed with your praise had him on the edge of cumming.

you force konig into a slightly deeper arch, although it feels like you're suddenly in his throat. "you gonna cum for me baby? i feel you clenching around me. go ahead and cum, it's okay." your permission was the final thing he needed to be sent over the edge. letting out a chorus of moans and whines, as he cums all over the sheets.

when konig realizes that you're not stopping, he reaches back to try to get you to stop. instead you take his hand and hold it, before leaning down and whispering, "im not stopping until you have to take a day off tomorrow," konig doesn't know if it's a threat or a promise but he does know that he'll be thoroughly satisified and fucked out.

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LEON KENNEDY.〝and i feel my whole body peakin' and i'm fuckin' anybody with their legs wide, getting faded..〞

⁺𖤐 disclaimer. NSFW CONTENT – 18+ ONLY. bottom leon. stomach bulge. cowgirl. somnophilia. overstim. top male reader. degrading. free use. doggy. spanking. pet names.

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a small groan vibrates in the base of your throat as you slowly wake up due to the bed dipping from a change of weight and the familiar warmth pressing against your lower body. blinking away the blur of sleep while peering down momentarily, lazily watching how leon sinks himself back onto your cock with a high pitched whine.

this was something that had been thoroughly discussed, after all it wasn't your first time sleeping with each other. if one of you was needy while the other was asleep then they had consent to use your body to satisfy themselves.

leon's hands had been resting against the dip of your abs, blonde strands falling over his face. eyes travelling to your, previously, sleeping face, lids widening in realisation to you being awake. "ah– fuuck, i'm sorry.. couldn't help– ngh!" his back arches in response to your hips bucking against his own, cutting himself off.

"don't say sorry, it's okay.." you mutter, hands sliding up his bare thighs to grasp at his hips. "needy for more, hm? thought i tired you out earlier.." you tsked, voice harsh as you watch his face scrunch in pleasure while you guide him on your cock. a tiny smirk tugs against your lips as the metal of your dog tags glimmer in the dimly lit room.

he had been a brat for majority of the day, running his mouth to get under your skin and letting his hands grasp places that were prohibited during work hours. though, that's leon. the pretty boy who refused to listen until someone came around and put him in his rightful place.

a loud cry falls from leon's lips when your hips thrust up roughly to meet his own, keeping him pinned firmly on your lap while your cock bullies it's shape into his hole. "this what you wanted, sweet thing??" you coo out mockingly, allowing your balls to press up against the curve of his ass while waiting patiently for a response.

yet the way he clenches around you gives you the very answer you were searching for, a snicker rumbles in your chest while you watch how his body melts with ecstasy. a guttural mewl spills from swollen lips, crystal blues squeezing shut while nails scratch at your abdomen to ground himself. "please, ple– mmngh" he sounded pretty when he begged, so fucking pathetic without trying.

fingers press into the fat of his hips, thumbs dragging lightly over the bone as his cock weeps and twitches with a growing need of being touched. his skin flushed against the cold callouses of your fingertips, unable to shift as each movement felt like he's being torn apart.

leon's orgasm crawls up his spine with a magnitude that catches him off guard, blabbers of incoherent pleas spill into the shared hotel room as his thighs tense. spurts of cum leak from his pretty cockhead as your name rolls off his tongue like it was his favorite song, eyes glossing over with tears just from how intense it was. "good boy"

your words clouded his consciousness with serotonin, his cock all flushed and weeping as his hips rolled against yours. though that hadn't deterred you for a moment, you knew that he enjoyed it when you grasped firmly onto his waist and dragged him back down on your cock until he was left a trembling, spent mess.

"why the tears pup... thought you wanted this, no?" you coo mockingly. when his shaky jaw doesn't provide the words you were initially looking for, you allow yourself to gain control of the situation. pulling out your cock from his used hole to press his chest into the silk sheets of the hotel bed, kneeling behind him as you angle his hips up just enough to place one of the two pillows under them.

you couldn't help but admire him like this, how his hair falls in front of his face and skin flushed from your touch. a hand landing a harsh slap against one of his ass cheeks, ripping a surprised moan from his lips while his knuckles fall white from clenching his hands together.

"poor baby.. you really thought you could run away after waking me up, hm? fuckin' pathetic, you didn't even last that long" you rasp out, eyes narrowing as your fingers grasp around the base of your cock to drag it across the expanse of his hole. the head just catching at the rim before pulling back out as leon eagerly whined for more.

"hands" you command, biting down on your tongue to stifle a laugh at how quick he complied. both his hands reaching behind him while crossing his wrists without complaint against his lower back, your fingers encircling around them as your thumb drags lightly along his pulse point before giving a small tug. he was always so good.

"now you're gonna lay here and be good f'me, can you do that? gonna be good and fuckin' take it?" you hum, dragging the head along his rim again as your dog tags clink against your chest. though you weren't satisfied with the mere nod received as an answer, your free hand moving from your cock to tug at strands of dirty blond hair. "now don't ignoring me, use your words" you retort.

"y-yes!.. yes i'll be good.. s'good, please" he breathes out, pupils dilating as his shoulders tremble out of increasing humiliation. he was aware that you knew this had been something he wanted so desperately, a whine bubbling in the back of his throat as he feels the stretch of your cock again. "that wasn't hard now was it?" a hum falls from your lips as your grip on his wrists tighten, the hand in his hair untangling from the messy strands to lay another harsh slap against his ass as you tower over him.

the collision of your hands on his flesh alone send blood straight to his cock as it twitches and leaks with precum, head tilting down to hide within the sheets underneath as you drag out until the tip was left in to only slam back in until your pelvis pressed flush against his backside.

"a small word of advice, if you ever think about starting something.." you murmur out, each word punctuated out with the slap of your balls against his taint. your body tilts itself, your chest bumping into his back as your face leans closer to his ear as he loudly moans at the angle change. your cock filling his walls deliciously with every drag while the tip rubs against his prostate. "finish. it."

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𖤐 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

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KINKTOBER! day 13. — daddy/sir kink with KÖNIG.

you’ve always found it interesting to hear about what others say about könig. just walking by, hearing his name and instantly paying attention just to see him from their perspective.

as far as they know, könig is a colonel. one who's respected, even feared. tall, strong, skilled, some of the many words used to describe the man. könig is powerful, has authority over those below him.

and while all that is very true, you still find it amusing. because könig is vulnerable, has shaky hands that grip onto you desperately, thinks too much and relies on you to fuck every single one of those thoughts out of his pretty head.

because könig is dependent, you’re his main source of comfort, like when he’s with you he feels all the weight lift off his shoulders.

because könig is submissive, enjoys giving his body to you to do whatever you please, enjoys being stripped of his title.

because könig is yours. so, utterly yours. and he takes advantage of this every time you’re alone.

feeling your dick scrape against his walls has his brain splitting in two, chanting out whichever term came to him first. calling you sir, calling you daddy, each word coming out slurred and wet, drool escaping the corners of his mouth.

he begged, for something, nothing, everything, he couldn’t decide. his surroundings blurred together, as did his senses, cum spurting from his red tip. “daddy— cum, came,” even though he was too late, he couldn’t warn you, he still told you either way. his reaction time had slowed, he couldn’t focus.

he didn’t want to. he wanted to forget, to be mindless, to just feel and not think about it.

and you were surely going to make that happen.

i fucking love your blog sm man 😩🤌🏽 i’d found it when i was going through my stranger things simp phase but i just saw your recent ghost post and saw you’re asking for mw requests so could i request some power bottom male reader with a sub top konig? reader just going to town riding his dick and keeping könig bound to the bed frame so he can’t touch him? that’s really all i’m looking for pls 🥹🙏🏽 creative freedom to you otherwise and if you’re not feeling this i totally understand :)

Writing for König's a bit hard since he's not a full campaign character, but I think this came out good. The hood stays on during sex ♡

König x M!Reader ↪ 920 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male power bottom reader, cis male service top König, reader knows just enough German to be a tease, bondage, minor stomach bulge, unsafe sex, three years of high school level German, established relationship, bondage, size kink, rope play, begging, and pet names.  

You gasp, bracing your legs as König instinctively bucks his hips up, fucking up into you. One of your hands shoots behind you to grip his leg tight, the other rubbing at his bulging arm muscles straining against the ropes holding him in place. 

“Still—” you hiss out, sinking down to take his whole length, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. As you move your hand to his throat, the words and movement effectively get him to freeze, though not without complaint.

“Bitte, mein hase–I—God, erlauben Sie mir—”

You huff a laugh, gently grinding back onto his pulsing cock, pushing his hood up just enough to get at his lips, kissing him deep and wet as he moans high and throaty.

“Words, König,” you murmur, lovingly kissing his face through the cloth, “sing for me.”

“I have,” he whines, rolling his head back against his shoulder, “nichtmuttersprachler…”

You grin, sucking dark hickeys into his strong shoulders causing him to whine out. You can feel how desperately his thigh muscles twitch, longing to move, to please you.

“Be my good boy, love, mein guter Junge—braver Junge. Ich kann es sprechen."

König groans at your words, a moan ripping from him as you start a slow and steady pace on his cock, feeling how he stretches you out—fills you up. You can’t help the little ‘ah, ah, ah’’s that poor from your lips, feeling his spongey cockhead pressing against your sweet spot. 

Your cock kicks and dribbles precum, König whining at the site, veins bulging in his arms as he struggles again. His brain feels hazy, drunk from the feeling of being used like a toy—something to only pleasure yourself with. He wants to be good, wants to make you feel good. Anything you could want to make you feel good. 

“Feel so full,” you hum, hips speeding up until you’re bouncing on him fast and hard, “so big, baby.”

He’s heard it so many times before in his life, but hearing it from you makes him gasp wetly, a strangled moan high and reedy escaping from him. You laugh, pulling his hood up again to nibble at his lips, and the pink tip of his tongue when it peeks out searching for permission.

“Are you close?” You smile against his lips, razor sharp. He shivers.

“Yes, yes, hase—bitte, please, please,” he begs, nails digging into his palms. You reach out to rub your hands over his bunched fists, soothing him from cutting into his own skin.

“Can feel it. Can feel you pulsing in me, love,” you whisper.

“Oh fuck—!” König cries out, eyes slamming shut.

“That’s it, mein Spielzeug. Go ‘head and move, make me feel good. Fill me up, you’ve been so patient.”

König growls. You can just see how his brow furrows under the hood as he braces his feet against the bed. There’s the slightest second of stillness. The calm before the storm, his heartbeat strong against your palm as you grope at his chest.

You lift onto your knees ever so slightly, moving up and off of him just for him to growl out a desperate, scratchy “no!”

You cry out as his hips launch up, sheathing his cock into you once again. There’s no pause, no adjustment period (though by God, are you stretched enough) as König fucked up into you like a crazed man, the both of your moans mixing together, almost drowned out by the wet slap of skin against skin—the squelch of your lube slick hole adjusting to his girth over and over. 

He doesn’t falter in his movements, and you can feel that heavy weight in your tummy where he pounds into you. You know if you pressed down on the fat there you could feel his cock moving inside of you—pummeling your tight little hole. 

And that’s exactly what you do.

Pushing down on your stomach you cry out as the head of his cock rubs past your fingertips through the layers of skin and fat and muscle. And König, fuck, König can feel it. Feel the faintest sensation of touch, of your fingers brushing over the bulge of his cock inside of you. 

It has the both of you tumbling over the edge, König thrusting up so hard and holding there that he’s essentially supporting your entire weight on just his hips and lap alone. Your spend splatters across his torso, wet and hot as his own cum fills your hole, deep and heavy. 

He all but collapses back onto the bed, taking you with him for the most part. When his cock slips out you nearly choke at the sudden feeling of emptiness and the hot mess of his cum leaking out of you. 

“Hase…” König grumbles, voice gravelly.

“Yes, love?” You whisper back, your head resting on his pec turning to peer up at him.

He pauses for a long moment. You can see how the cloth shifts over his mouth. He frowns.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, tone laced with worry. With regret. You chuckle and his eyes flutter shut in abject relief.

“You could never hurt me, braver Junge. My sweet darling,” you caress his cheek through the cloth and he nuzzles into it like a touch-starved feline, turning to press a kiss to your palm past the mask, “do you want to be untied?”

König shakes his head, his eyes remaining shut as his breathing finally returns to a steady, slow rattle.

“A little longer…” he quietly requests. You nod, settling against him.

ok ok so here is what I was thinking for my smut request... König x Top male reader. Reader is shorter than König. Maybe M/n over hears or someone says it to his face about how he is obviously the bottom in the relationship because M/n is the short one. M/n very much dislikes this, so that night, he decides that he is going to prove them wrong. Of course, in the private of His and König's bedroom with no one around. So, how does that even prove anything? Welllll.. let's just say König is definitely not walking normally and maybe has more than a few hickeys. Feel free to add more to this. I just love the trope of top short Male reader x tall bottom character :)

It's been so long since I've written actual smut, so this is kinda crappy.

I wanted to keep this queued, but I'm too impatient :]

König x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; mating press, praise, overstimulation, mind-break, dacryphilia, marking (scratching & biting), riding, manhandling, reader is significantly short than könig -not specified-.

Masterlist.

It was rather quiet at the base, and (M/n) was mindlessly minding his business, walking around and waving at König whenever he saw him strolling by. It was common knowledge around the place that both males had some sexual tension for a while, and then it was pretty obvious once they actually fucked, so almost everyone ignored those actions from either of them. The lingering touches, and the longing looks were common occurrences around.

But where there's peace, there's bound to be idiots who think they know everything about anything.

(M/n) was about to turn the corner, when he heard the muffled noises of soldiers gossiping. He would've just walked by if it wasn't because he heard them say his codename, accompanied by muffled laughter.

"He takes it up the ass, no doubt," (M/n)'s eyebrows raised at such words.

"König is a big guy, I don't know how he's able to walk afterward with how small he is," he huffed with annoyance and decided to keep on his way, walking past them. They saw (M/n) coming into the room and they stood straight to salute him, a scared look on their faces.

"No more slacking off, get to work," both of them stood there, stiff in their position.

"Yes, Lieutenant," they responded loud and clear, and (M/n) walked away in complete silence, even so, he still heard their muffled voice whispering to each other, "Why do I have to take orders from a bottom?"

Okay, that was uncalled for.

"I will not repeat myself, Private. Get to work," (M/n)'s loud and serious voice echoed in the room, making both soldiers flinch as they hurried away to do their remaining work for the day, and (M/n) stomped his way out of there.

Fuck, (M/n) was so mad, but not because he was called a bottom, he couldn't care less about that, but he was mad because of the way the word bottom was used as derogatory, and damn, he was pissed off.

And on his way to his room, he met with König. Oh, poor, poor, König~ (M/n) needed to release some steam and he figured out how the moment he saw his boyfriend.

"Hey, (M/n)~" König greeted him cheerfully before hugging him, and (M/n) saw how some other soldiers, lower and higher ranked than him, looked at him and released muffled chuckles.

That was the last drop for him.

(M/n) pulled away from the hug and did not even notice König's confused puppy look as he was being dragged away.

He only realized what he was doing when he had König pinned against the door, their bodies pressed together and grinding on each other, making the tall male moan and whimper.

"(M/n)...?" König asked in a breathless whisper, making (M/n) clench his jaw before lifting his sniper hood and taking it off, gently holding his face in his hands and leaning in closer to grace their lips.

"Let me use your body tonight, darling," the Austrian male felt a shiver down his spine at (M/n)'s words, and he shyly nodded, his mind thinking about all the things (M/n) was gonna do to him.

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"Fuck- (M/n), please~!" König moaned, holding onto (M/n)'s back desperately, his eyes filling with tears every time his prostate was hit by the (h/c) haired male's merciless thrusts.

(M/n) leaned down to König's ear, shooting his cries as his hips slowed down, feeling König's walls pulsating around his twitching cock, "It's okay, baby, you're doing so good for me," (M/n) caressed König's face gently, drying the tears that fell down his face.

Releasing a whimper, König held onto (M/n)'s shoulders, leaving scratch marks on his skin when (M/n)'s hips picked up the pace again. Every deep thrust inside him made König whine, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt how much more intense than usual (M/n) was being, but even so, he was enjoying every second of it.

With his legs lifted and pressed against his chest, König had limited movement, but (M/n) had leaned down close enough to him. His moans were getting louder and louder the closer he got to his orgasm, leaving more and more scratches on his back, feeling the need to have him even closer to him.

A particularly hard thrust made him arch his back, his mouth opening wide with a silent moan, followed by a high-pitched whine, his hands holding (M/n) as he leaned up to bite his shoulder, muffling his whimpers as he came on himself.

(M/n) hissed at the pain he felt, but upon looking down at König it was like nothing happened. His bright blue eyes were filled with tears that fell down his temples, his cock twitching as cum oozed from his slit. The view only fueled him to fuck König faster and harder, watching closely his eyes closing tightly as he whined needily, tears of pleasure clouding his sight and (M/n) couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight.

"Fucking hell, darling, you're so damn sexy, I... I can't hold back when you look like this," König released a gasp when (M/n) held his thighs, using his weight to keep his legs pressed almost to his shoulders, he let out a short shriek when (M/n)'s hips moved in a way that made him squirm from the pleasure, his cock twitching and cumming over and over again on himself, his cum squirting up to his chest as he released cries of more, whimpering out (M/n)'s name, scratching across his forearms and chest.

König has no idea how much time passed when he weakly reached his hands to (M/n)'s face, sweetly caressing his face while drying some of his sweat off.

"I-... I can't c-cum, anymore, (M-M/n)," taking a deep breath, (M/n) released König's legs slowly, and the tall male released a sigh, thinking they were done, but (M/n) sat on the bed and picked him up, looking up at him with a smirk on his face.

"Well, I haven't cum yet, darling..." He lifted his hand and moved König's hair away from his face, "You know what to do."

König tried, he really did.

He struggled to move his body even an inch, but even so, he lifted his hips a few inches before sinking down, but he couldn't do it for long, his thighs were trembling as tried to ride (M/n).

"I can't..." He sobbed, tears filling his eyes again, "I wanna m-make you cum, I... I wanna be g-good for you, I'm sorry," gritting his teeth, (M/n) leaned back against the wall and held König's hips.

He lifted König's body effortlessly, making him take every inch of his cock deep inside him, "You're already being the best, baby... Letting me use your body like a toy," König whimpered and pressed his face on (M/n)'s neck, holding tightly onto him as he was being fucked dumb, going crazy at the realization that (M/n) was able to manhandle him as he was nothing but a ragdoll.

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The next morning at the base, those who were able to hear the muffled -and not so muffled- noises coming from (M/n)'s room were more than surprised when they saw König with a slight limp, and how he had trouble sitting or standing up, whilst (M/n) as fresh and satisfied as ever.

None of them missed how (M/n) also ended up picking up König bridal style to take him somewhere way too far to be able to walk by himself.

Well, now every Private was intimidated by the so-called "bottom". And (M/n) was apologizing to König for being so rough with him, but also praising him for how good he was.

" I want more. " ; König x Male Reader

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König panted as he felt his face getting stuffed into his pillow as you slammed into him violently. He sniffled and let out a high pitched whine when you hit his prostate.

You moved a hand up to his upper back to push down while his ass was still in the air, the angle making him see stars. " Oh fuck!, Bitte.. 'M sorry! Please please please.. " He pleaded, his pretty eyes filled to the brim with tears. " Please what? " You asked, using your free hand to grab onto his waist and caressed the mole he had there with your thumb.

König reached out to grab onto something, only finding himself with a pillow as he gripped onto it for dear life. He only let out a moan in response to your question, his thighs trembling.

You suddenly came to a halt and looked down at him. He instantly looked up at you when he felt the loss of friction. " Wait, Why'd you stop? " He whined, trying to move his hips back for any sort of pleasure.

" I need to hear you say what you want before I can keep going. " You leaned down into the crevice of his back, planting little kisses as you mumbled praises into his scarred back. He looked away from you in embarrassment, his lips moving in a quiet whisper.

You rolled your hips into him, pressing into him only enough to send a shockwave of pleasure to tease him. He shuddered, gripping onto the pillow for dear life. " Please, just fuck me..? " He asked, throwing you a crooked smile as he turned his head to look back at you.

You moved a hand down to his face to wipe away his tears. " Of course, beautiful. " You assured him, suddenly slamming your hips into him, grabbing his waist for thrust into him easier. He cried out, biting into the pillow to muffle his moans as he felt you jab at his prostate repeatedly.

König felt his cock dripping, feeling the tight coil in his stomach start to form. He rolled his eyes back, the sudden change of angle from your thrust hitting his prostate dead-on.

He only lasted mere minutes of this before he felt the white liquid spurting out of him. Arching his back and squeezing his walls dangerously tight around you.

You gasped as you felt the sudden change of friction around you, chasing your own orgasm as your hips got quicker and sloppier. König drooled at the overstimulation after he had gotten down from his high, his thighs shaking.

Your hips stuttered as you felt your cum fill him, your eyes half lidded as you leaned down to hug his waist tightly. Fucking yourself through your orgasm, you came to a halt as you rested your chin on his lower back and looked forward to König. " Are you alright, Ko? " You asked, taking heavy breathes.

He mumbled something incomprehensible which made you pick your head up in hopes of hearing better.

" What was that, dear? "

" I want more. "

fucking könig so hard he cant even talk english (i have big brain rot rn im sorry)

that’s hot. nothing’s better than fucking this killing machine dumb is too sexy to fathom.

you’d have him in a mating press, his muscular legs dangling in the air as you drive your thick cock in and out of his sopping hole—the sweat from working him over dripping from your chin

he was at least three orgasms in now and so we’re you, his insides have been pumped full of your cum and he was on the brink of tapping out himself—he’d like to think he had pretty good stamina, but when you’re drilling into him like he’s some two dollar whore, that thought I’d rendered untrue.

every bit of resolve he was clinging onto breaking instantly. you’re watching it all, you watch in utter fulfillment as his cock twitches once more and a whimper leaves his throat—eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cum paints his messy abdomen once more and he begins to babble.

“look at that baby. you’re are dumbed out aren’t you king?” — he lets out the most delicious whimper. “i-ich werde verrückt!” (i’m going crazy)

“please! please! züchte mich ♡!”, (breed me) his hole clenches around you, pulsing rhythmically around your heavy dick. “fuck! you look so pretty love. that’s it! talk to me like a good boy.”

now that really turns you on. when he starts speaking his native tongue, that’s when you know his brain has become nothing but love mush.

he nods his head and spews out what he can. “y-yess! please please! k-küss mich!”, he manages to get out while drool leaks down his chin. and you comply, laughing into the kiss as he tries his hardest to reciprocate the feeling. (kiss me)

I’m foaming at the mouth thinking about laying könig on his back. Ghost is fucking him and reader is riding him at the same time. He deserves to be spoiled <3

Ghost, König and You

Wordcount: 1,589

Warnings: 18+, Submissive König, Dominant Ghost, Dominant Reader, Stomach Bulging, Big Dick Ghost and König, Anal Penetration, No Pronouns used for Reader except for ‘You’, Dick Riding, Teasing, Unprotected Sex, etc.

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König's mouth hung open, his crown threatening to hit the headboard with every harsh thrust of Ghost's hips. He whined and gasped as he clawed at the bed sheets beneath him, trying something – anything – to ground himself. The sheets were coated in his sweat and liquids, perspiration beading on his forehead, mouth agape and drooling.

His bottom half was coated in his pre that had leaked down his shaft. With each slam of your hips against his, thin strands of love would connect the two of you, a wet, slapping sound filling the room, drowning out even a single cohesive thought in König’s head.

His weeping cock twitched inside you, bulging in your stomach as Ghost's did in his, throbbing, pulsing, pleading for release. His walls just barely allowed Ghost in, stretched out over his thick cock, a delectable burn sure to remain days after this ordeal. The knot in König’s stomach had only grown in these hours of torture, near ripping itself apart with its own size as Ghost's dick did to him, carving a bump inside him.

You hummed, head thrown back against Simon’s shoulder as he rutted behind you, shunting you with every savage thrust of his hips, making your hips rock against König’s. "Such a good boy for us, Köni," you told him, your eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping his chest, feeling his quivering, pounding heart beneath your fingers.

König could only moan, the ability to form full sentences having abandoned him long ago. Verging on tears, he couldn't take the forceful slamming of your hips, his walls tightening with each plough from Ghost. Simon’s grip on his thick thighs, flesh peaking between the valleys of his fingers, did little to ground König.

"I c-cant–" his voice was thin, high, laced with the need to sob. Ghost shushed him.

"Shhh, it's okay, Baby," came Simon's baritone. He grunted, ceasing for no longer than a second as he withdrew an inch or two, taking another angle and ramming back into König. König near-shrieked, his yelp tailing off into a moan as you leant down and pressed your lips to his, swallowing his doubts, his cries.

“S’okay, sweet boy,” you whispered. Your lips trailed from his down to his jaw, nestling in a soft spot between the bone and his neck. You lapped at the sweat that collected there. König shivered.

Simon’s hands slithered up from König’s thighs to your waist. His hands wrapped around your middle, and you both groaned. He could feel König’s cock pulsing in your stomach, a bump forming where you’d trapped him. He pressed down, making you whine and König drawl, moan, his back arching into you. Simon didn’t let up, a sly smile crossing his face.

One hand took yours and placed it upon König’s stomach, slick with sweat and something sticky. There, you felt Ghost piercing him, filling him past full. König whined, cowered, as your fingers crept along his middle. Looking back at Ghost, he nodded, and with a force you pressed down on König; not enough to crush the man impaling him, but enough that a strangled groan emerged from him, and a whimper from König.

Simon leaned in, rested his head upon your shoulder. “Takin’ him so well, Angel,” and he squeezed your waist, and, loud and sharp, you cried out, clenching even tighter. König, unable to handle the torment – the torture – yelled, his voice urgent and desperate as the plea that it was.

“Please, I can’t take anymore!” he cried. He tried thrusting up, but you pressed down on his stomach, making him yelp and become docile once more. “Please,” his voice was a whisper. Between slitted, tearful eyes, he looked up at you. “Please, mein Schatz – please let me finish,”

You looked down at König, the mountain you’d reduced to an anthill, and cast a glance at Ghost. His thrusts slowed, and, his chest heaving, he gave you silent confirmation – a look in his eye, a nod – to give König what he wanted.

Your attention returned to the whining, whimpering mess of a man caged beneath your legs. He was shuddering, body exhausted yet racked with enough euphoria to easily incapacitate two people. You slid your hands from his stomach to his chest, and raising your hips, glinted König a devious smile.

“You ready, Sweetie?” you said, a mocking tint to your voice. König no doubt noticed it, and whether out of fear or simply the need to cum, he didn’t acknowledge it. He only nodded, a string of rushed, needing ‘yes’s pooling from his lips as drool did whenever Ghost was pounding him face-down, ass-up into the pillows.

“You sure?” you teased. A look of sheer sorrow crossed König’s face as you denied him of his release. He tried reaching up to you again, almost knocking you off-balance as his hips shunted yours. When you regained your position, you scowled, took his face in your hand and squeezed. You felt him twitch inside you.

“Not until I say so.” Your voice was thunder, absolute, the lightning crack of a whip illuminating the simmering anger beneath the surface. Purely theatrical, of course; you found König’s display to be rather endearing.

Now, writhing and desperately trying not to, König nodded as incessantly as his energy would allow. You hummed, retracting and resuming your lion-esque position, hands on his chest, hips raised. Ready to strike.

Ghost hissed as he watched König’s cock become partially unsheathed, reaching a hand between the two of you to feel his soaking shaft, and the strands that tried desperately to keep you and König connected. His fingers trailed back to your hole, stretched wide over König and no doubt positively red and aching. A hum rumbled through his chest.

“I wonder what yours’ll look like when I fuck that tight arse of yours, Köni,” he said, withdrawing, nonchalant yet feral. König moaned, and, seizing the opportunity, you descended upon him.

Your rhythm was brutal, unflinching and positively cruel. König threw his head back into the pillows, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he took you and Ghost.

“Doing so well for us, Sweet Boy,” you cooed, resisting the urge to roll your head back as König hit just the right angle inside you. The behemoth only gave moans and gasps as a response, too fucked-out of his own mind to convey anything else.

Ghost gave his own input – encouragement – as he destroyed König. He reached a hand between you again, and, gently, took König’s balls into his palm, giving them a light squeeze. König writhed under Ghost’s touch, giving a tortured moan and rutting against you. 

“God, such a sensitive little thing you are,” came Ghost, his fingers pulsing around König’s sack. “So raw after being fucked all night.”

König whined and you stifled a moan as Ghost’s words went straight between your legs and made the electricity building there spike, jolt. Then came Simon with a proposition. A command.

"You gonna cum inside (Y/N)?" His voice was as authoritative as his statement was demanding. And the thought made your insides clench, fixing König inside you. He groaned, a strangled, mangled moan entwined with it, his back arching into you. You smiled, dragging your hand up to trace the outline of his cock in your stomach again, pressing your palm flat against it. König all but squealed – shrieked.

"You can do it, Köni," you told him, voice soft and filled with love. "I know you can."

"I can–" König breathed heavily, exasperatedly, questioning rather than certain. Asking for permission. You rocked your hips against him, making his eyes clamp tighter. 

"Come on,” you challenged. “Do it." You brought your lips to his ear and kissed the shell. "Cum inside me."

König couldn't take it anymore. With a final, laboured yell, his back arched, his hulking figure shivering and burning after the long night. His load was thick and heavy, filling you to the brim and then some. You moaned, giving yourself just a few more strokes on his cock until you were in a similar condition to him, emptying yourself onto him, globules of an unidentified mixture beading past your walls and racing down König’s shaft. He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white, his eyes squeezing shut.

Ghost’s hips stuttered behind you, and the accumulating force with which he destroyed König waned, once, for a beat, before he let out a strangled moan. His chest pressed to your back, skin sticking to skin, as he forced König to take every inch of him, submerging himself inside his hole to the hilt. You could almost feel the force with which his load erupted from him, pumping inside König and making him cower, cry out.

Both men panted heavily as their orgasms tore through them. In a cruel twist of fate, you took the liberty of pressing one hand to your stomach and one to König’s, smile twitching as you pushed down, making both behemoths fit in some way; Ghost more volatile than König as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back. Military. Tactical.

“You’ll pay for that, Sunshine,” he breathed, promised. His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched around König, in turn making him clamp down on Simon, eliciting a weak moan from the mass of death who trembled between your legs, and another from the reaper at your back. Yet that did nothing to stop König from offering a sly smile, one which agreed wholeheartedly with Ghost and his claim.

Uh-oh.

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Submissive! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con, Pegging, Edging, Teasing, Overstimulation, Gagging, Riding, Praise Kink (receiving), Slight Bondage, Cock Ring, Mention of Blood, Mild Painplay, Dirty Talk, Petnames, Submissive König, Dominant Reader, Mentions of Pain, Crying, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You', Profanity, etc.

Submissive König lives for your praise.

When you ride him, he goes absolutely feral, completely at your mercy.

When you sink down on him, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans.

He's a moaner - a loud one at that.

If you slap your hand over his mouth and tell him to "Be a good boy, be quiet for me,"--

He's nutting. Immediately.

He's secretly a massive fan of teasing and edging.

Though, when you carry on to the point that his cock is aching and red and weeping, he'll desperately slam his hips up into you, trying to get some sort of friction - release.

Man's fast af, and he's got a lot of stamina. He can go for hours.

Definitely a quick finisher, though if you demand ask him to hold out for you, he'll try his best.

And if he doesn't...well, he gets extremely whiny.

You overstimulate him , punish him to the point he's crying and sobbing, begging you to stop keep going.

And that's just when you're sucking him dry; if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll usually wear a long, thick strap-on.

"You're not walking for the next week since you're being such a brat," you say, gripping his hair by the roots and lifting his head so he can hear the venom in your voice.

There's nothing he can do except take an absolute pounding from you, moaning your name into the pillows while his hands are cuffed to the bedposts.

All the while, you're calling him your "Good boy," praising him.

"You're taking me so well, Köni. Making it real easy for me to slip inside your tight little hole."

He'll beg you to stop, plead with you to pull out because he can't take any more, but you ignore him, stretching him out on the thick base of your strap-on.

"You should've thought about this before acting the way you did," you hiss. "I'm not gonna stop until you bleed."

If you feel that he's misbehaved in a way that's invoked your unrelenting discipline, you'll put on this one strap-on that makes König's face break out into fear like a rash.

It's long and fat enough that you can see it bulging in König's stomach when you're fucking him, reducing him to a whimpering, sobbing shell of a man.

Whenever he can tell you're going to break it out, he tries to talk you out of it, tries being democratic and barter with you, but your mind's made up.

By the time you're satisfied, he's passed out, breathing heavily, coated in sweat and cum and completely dead to the world.

You also enjoy using a cock ring on him to make sure he gets absolutely no release, not if he's undeserving of it.

You can practically see the base of his cock swell whenever he's close, ready to burst like a pipe.

But you don't let him cum. Not until you say so.

Gag him. Oh my god, GAG HIM.

König gets off on being completely helpless when he's with you, so if you make sure he can't talk or make a sound, his eyes will be rolling into the back of his head.

"You can try to scream and cry as much as you like; nobody's coming to save you."

But be gentle with him during aftercare :-(; he's very fragile after sex and he just wants you to praise him and tell him he did well.

Bathe with him, stroke his hair, press kisses to his temples and his face will just light up like ☺️.

He feels loved and accepted when he can be his true, genuine self with you, different from the other König he becomes on the battlefield.

And it's the thought of you that keeps him going every day, regardless of how grueling or death-defying the mission is.

He's your "Big guy," your "Teddy bear," and nothing will ever take that away from him.

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KÖNIG MASTERLIST

Sub!König with a Tall S/O Headcannons (NSFW IF YOU SCROLL)

Cock-drunk Sub!König x Hard-Dom!Male Reader (HARD NSFW)

Face-fucking Sub!König (M+F Reader, no pronouns used (NSFW)

Teasing Sub!König with a vibrator, Dom! GN Reader (NSFW)

König riding Dom!Male Reader - drabble (NSFW)

Sub!König x Dom, GN, Medic!Reader - Imagine (NSFW)

Being bred is disgusting 😤😤😤. Breeding on the other hand, now that shit hits different. Specially if the person you're breeding is bigger than you. Prime example would be Konig. He's a precious baby therefore he should get a baby of his own. (Play along imagine if men could carry babes 😤.) He's babbling already, the poor baby couldn't handle your cock pounding his bussy. His grip had even ripped the bedsheet, his face smushed against the pillow. He's literally fucking drooling bro chill. He's moaning pretty damn loud as well, little babbles of please and thank yous leaving his mouth.

"You gonna cum again pretty bear?" You leaned down while murmuring against his ear.

Konig could do nothing but scream out incoherently. He spurts all over the both of you, specks of cum painting his pretty lips.

sub!könig just being absolutely cock drunk on male!dom reader 😍

ALL THESE KÖNIG REQUESTS ARE MAKING ME FERAL. Making big men into messy subs is my favourite past time. Ask and you shall receive 😩👏

"Mein kleines Luder~"

Pairing: Sub!König x Dom!M Reader

Type: Oneshot (Hard NSFW) {not properly proofread}

Warnings (kinda): sub konig, hard and soft dom reader, pinning, bondage, handcuffs, slightly sadistic reader, slightly masochistic konig, begging, a shit load of dacryphelia, mirror kink, blowjob, kind of handjob, knife kink, anal fingering, spit kink, degradation and praise, slapping and impact play, hair pulling, slight milking and cum play, power dynamic, uniform/military role kink?, slight temperature play, humiliation, rough anal sex, doggy style, breath play, lots of overstim, making out, marking/biting, a loving relationship, as well as pet play if you squint...

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König's back hit the wall, a desperate huff escaping his lips as you pinned his wrists tightly above his head. He was aching, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants so painfully it brought tears to his eyes. The sore need for release reduced him to strangled whimpers and gasps as you stripped his gear off.

Your hands gripped his wrists tighter, preventing any sort of escape as you undressed him. König let out small mewl, the pathetic noise turning into a lewd cry of pain and pleasure as your knee slid roughly against his throbbing crotch. König moaned out again, practically coming in his pants right then and there.

König's unholy noises made the you chuckle lowly and press your knee more firmly against the twitching bulge in his pants. König's eyes rolled back behind his sniper hood, his head thrown back against the wall as another cry ripped from his throat. You gave him mercy, moving your knee away slightly and reducing the man beneath you to a panting, desperate mess.

"B-bitte-" he gasped out, his voice weak and shaky. "Bitte~! Bitte! Please don't do this mein Herr... Scheiße~" His voice broke, tears wetting the balaclava under his hood. "I n-need to cum.. please sir.." He panted, looking up at the other man with a teary gaze. His legs were trembling and eventually gave way. He slid to the floor, a choked sob followed by yet another moan escaping his wet lips.

You grinned in sadistic pleasure, your cock fully hardened at the filthy sight below you. No matter how much pleasure this brought you, deep down you knew König needed it, you needed it too.

"Take off your hood Operator.." you panted softly, reaching down to tug it off either way. The fabric was quickly discarded and König obediently lifted the balaclava over his nose so his mouth was an easy access. The both of them knew their clothes would be long gone by the time they were done, it didn't matter.

König whimpered, the throbbing in his cock bringing him back to the present. He tugged needily at your belt, practically ripping it off you to get what he needed.

You reached down to cup König's jaw, your thumb pushing past his lip and pressing down on his tongue to force his mouth open. König whined, looking up at you expectantly.

You smirked back at him, pulling out your hardened length. "Suck. Look at what you've done with all your bitching and whining. Make me feel good and I might reward you..." you cooed sweetly, leaning your head and forearms against the wall as König took your length into his warm mouth.

König tilted his head back, taking as much of your cock as he possibly could. He gagged softly and moaned as the tip hit the back of his throat, swirling his tongue obediently around your shaft.

Your heavy pants and groans echoed through the room as a warm feeling began to build in the pit of your stomach, the air around you becoming hot. You started to thrust your hips shallowly into König's mouth, making him choke on his sobs as drool and tears wet his chin and throat.

König whimpered, silently unzipping his pants and pulling out his weeping cock. He knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't hold on any longer. He cautiously ran his long fingers up the hot, pulsing length of his cock and circling them around his flushed, sensitive tip.

This was all too much for the poor man, his hips shuddering and bucking upwards into his fist as a lewd sound of pleasure ripped from his throat. He gagged on your cock and moaned, the dirty sounds getting muffled around the thick length in his mouth.

You hissed quietly through gritted teeth, the vibration of his moans feeling like heaven but nonetheless you pulled away and looked down at him with a musing sort of disappointment. König panted and looked up at you woefully, his hand still wrapped tightly around the base of his dick.

"Get on your hands and knees." You ordered softly and König obeyed swiftly, knowing he was definitely not on your good side anymore. A flick of a pocket knife was heard and soon the rest of König's clothes had been sliced and ripped off, his sniper gear long gone.

König let out a squeak, the cold air hitting his sensitive skin. You pressed your thumb against König's entrance, your digit already slicked from his saliva. He whimpered pathetically as he felt your index finger replace your thumb.

"Bitte~" he gasped again, his legs trembling in needy anticipation. "I can't hold on much longer sir-" he choked out, feeling two more thick fingers breach him.

"No need." You growled, handcuffing his sweaty hands to the bedpost. The sturdy steel had always held true, no matter how rough you had been. You smirked, glancing up across the room and seeing your reflections in the full length mirror.

"Since you wanted to touch yourself and cum so badly, I'll just use you like my little fuck-toy until you apologize for being so ridiculously disobedient." You whispered huskily, gripping König's ass and giving it a sharp slap.

König jolted and whimpered, trying to move his hips back onto the thick fingers in his ass. You let out a soft 'tsk' and landed a harsher slap to the back of his thigh, making him sob and moan out.

"I'm gonna milk myself dry inside you until you're begging for mercy Mein kleines Luder~" You cooed, getting on top of the trembling König and grinding your length along the valley of his ass.

"And you're gonna watch-" You purred in his ear, firmly gripping his jaw and forcing him to look at his desperate, needy reflection in the mirror.

König nodded quickly, pre-cum beading from his tip and trickling to the base of his length. "Yes sir-" he whispered meekly, a small moan leaving him as the fat tip of your cock pressed against his entrance.

A strangled, choked sob caught in his throat as you slowly slid your length deep inside him. You stroked the muscles in his back, silently asking when it was ok to move. No matter how much trouble he was in, you were always careful to make sure he wasn't in pain.

A soft sigh of pleasure left your lips as you shifted inside him, relishing in the feeling of his warm, slick walls hugging and contorting around you so sweetly. It was like he was made for you.

The slight movement made König let out a mewl of pleasure, rocking his hips back onto your length. This snapped you back to reality and you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

"Don't move, König-." You said firmly, shifting again just to tease. He whined again, looking at you desperately in the mirror. Using his name during sex always brought him some sort of humiliating pleasure.

"Please..." König muttered, his voice going up an octave pleadingly. "Please fuck me-" he whimpered. You chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to his rugged jaw and lacing your hands into his long, dirty-blonde hair.

You tugged slightly, forcing König to look at you both in the mirror just as you dragged your cock out to the tip before slamming it back in to the hilt.

Your hips met his ass, your tip obviously hitting home as König let out a wail of pleasure. His back arched, his head thrown back in ecstasy. You were done being gentle.

König's choked moans and gasps filled the room as you set a punishing pace, locking your legs with his and fucking him into the floor. Your hand gripped his hair, making him watch how deeply you fucked him and how lewd his reactions were.

Not more than a minute later, König's moans became breathy and high pitched before his body convulsed and his head rolled back as he released his load onto the carpet. You smirked cruelly, forcing his head back down to watch himself in the mirror.

König knew he looked like an absolute whore. Your hand in his messy hair, tears rolling down his cheeks, his release dripping down his length onto the floor, and the way his cock bounced with each mind numbing thrust. He blushed deeply at the sight, his breathing ragged and desperate.

"Mein Herr~" he choked out, barely able to speak between uncontrollable moans. "S-so good-" he whispered hoarsely as his upper body gave out, your hand keeping his head up.

"You like being fucked like this huh?" You cooed teasingly above him, your length pounding deliciously into him. "Such a good mutt for me. Even though you can't keep your hands off your fucking cock-" You sneered, accentuating your thrusts to the last few harsh words.

König choked out another pathetic moan of overstimulation, nodding pathetically as best he could.

"Im s-sorry... bitte... aAh~ Es tut mir leid~!" he moaned, his eyes rolling back. His head was hazy at this point, the only thing in his mind was your rough thrusts reaching oh so deep inside him.

"I'm s-sorry for touching m-myself and... aAH~ c-coming without per-mission, mein Herr-" he cried out, not even able to hold his hips and head up anymore due to the overstimulation.

You let out a loving noise of adoration, pressing kisses to his neck, back, and jaw.

"Awwww, you're so.. good for me König~" you whispered in his ear between breathy groans. "Lovely apologizing-" you cooed, thrusting harder and chasing your high.

It wasn't long before your thrusts became sloppy and desperate as you chased your orgasm. You paid no mind to König writhing and moaning out in pleasure as you rutted deeply into him.

You tensed up as a delicious wave of pleasure ripped through your body and filled König up with your release. Ragged pants and gasps filled the room as you slowed and lay your head on your lovers broad shoulders, your head spinning.

König had cum again then collapsed from exhaustion and overstimulation. You pulled him gently out of the mess on the floor, pressing kisses to his neck, face and jaw to make sure he was okay. König let out a muffled noise of comfort and placed his large, calloused hand on the side of your head.

You both stayed there for a bit, collecting yourselves before you pulled out and uncuffed König. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at you with his usual 'I'm so glad you just fucked me' puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry for-" König started before you kissed him hard, tangling your hand in his hair and sliding your tongue in his mouth. This wasn't rough whatsoever, just lovestruck.

Eventually you pulled away for air and looked down at him with a slight smirk. "One more?" you asked softly, leaning down to suckle hickeys all over his marred skin.

König smiled breathlessly and nodded, lifting his hips up needily.

"Yes please~"

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Notes:

OKAY SO, THEORETICALLY THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE... but I'm tired and my hands hurt. So lemme know if you want a part two.

As always my asks are open. Check out my fandom list, ask me anything, send me thirsts, doesn't have to be COD or MW2, literally anything.

I do have sub Graves x dom reader (and possibly a mouse x reader too) coming up but other than that not much.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY LOVELIES BYE <3

no. 8 with könig 💞

SMUT PROMPTS: König Drabble; “Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (GN!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

His hips jump as he whimpers, his fingers shakily grabbing at your wrist and hand, which is relentlessly stroking his spent cock. His creamy cum is dripped all over his stomach, rippling down towards his v-line and the base of his cock once again. König doesn’t try to stop your stroking, despite his overstimulation. “mMh, ooh—Scheiße, bitte sei sanft!”

You shush him gently as your thumb swipes over the tip of König’s cock, ever so slightly digging into the slit, causing König to tilt his head back with a wail. “You can take it, can’t you? My big boy..” You coo, pressing a kiss against his cheek. König let’s out a broken moan as his head rolls back into place and his eyelids flutter open, with pretty little tears prickling at his waterline. You can’t help the sadistic smile on your face—you love when he starts to sob.

König nods urgently, his fingers loosening around your wrist. He sniffles as a tear rolls down his face, and he can’t help the sob that leaves his chest when your hand expectedly speeds up around his cock. He twitches pathetically in your grip, and it’s so obvious he’s trying to be your good boy—trying to hold back his bucking hips. You think about leaning over and licking the tears off of his face, and then König cums with a pleasure-drunken moan, his cum spurting out on his stomach and rippling down your knuckles.

Scheiße, bitte sei sanft! = Shit, please be gentle!

Social-anxiety bf asked his small bf to order food for him

Lmao it’s my baby pictures