Distance

Distance

Warnings: age gap, pure smut, smut with no plot, sub!Konig, a bit of fluff at the end, fem! Reader, daddy kink, period!smut, somnophelia, ect.

Konig looked down to you, pupils blown out and breath heaving, breaking apart your heated kiss, he looked almost pitiful, you felt sorry for him, as you knew you would deny him sex since your goddamn period decided to visit right before he got home from his two month deployment.

"Ko..." You whispered, looking up at him, sympathy all over your face "Maus." He answered, caressing your cheek with his large hand. "I know how pent up you are, but we'll have to wait a few more days, maybe a week until we can do anything..." You told your husband. He looked confused, a little bit like a kicked puppy when you said this, his hand pulling away from you.

"I started my period yesterday, Konig." You sighed, grabbing his hand from him. "Maus...you know I don't care about a little blood..." He tilted his head sideways at you. Of course you knew this, he practically lived in blood on his missions. "Yes but it makes me nervous, let me just make you some tea, Ko." He sighed, to exhausted to negotiate with you and nodded, letting you seat him at the kitchen as you filled a pot with water.

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You felt a prod against your side, and looked over to your husband, your eyes heavy. "K-ko?" You whispered sleepily, not even realizing his cock was slid between your thighs, resting against your pussy. You gasped as he thrusted slightly, signaling he wanted inside. You whined and tried to pull away slightly, but to no avail as Konig grabbed your hips, keeping you in place as he moved his hips closer to you, the red tip of his cock moving against your oh so sensitive clit, causing you to whine.

You moaned as he whimpered in your ear, incoherent moans of "please" coming out of his mouth in his native tongue. You nodded, allowing him to slowly push into your weeping cunt, a gasp left your mouth, leaving your mouth gaping open as he filled you. "Ko-Koni-ah!" You cried out, grabbing onto his forearm, your clit already throbbing as the pad of his thumb pressed against it.

Konig was big, at least more than 7 inches, though you'd never measured. "Mmm maus." He whined, his hips slowly thrusting into you. Konig was embarrassed, he hadn't even been inside for you that long and he knew that shortly he would cum. Two months of only using his spit covered hand would do that to him.

"Maus!" He cried out as you climbed on top of him, slowly sinking back down onto his cock, his eyes widening and hands gripping your hips, the mental thought of you bleeding on him far away as you were already to fucked out to care. You whined, and bounced on his cock, going to quickly for Konig to keep up. "Maus, maus, if you keep going I'll c-cum already!" He moaned, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded as a grin sat on your lips, rolling your lips between your teeth. Bouncing even more feverishly now, Konig whined, grabbing your hips tighter, you knew you would bruise later. You gasped when Konig's finger made it's way to your clit, toying with it in the way you loved the best.

You cried out as you felt your walls clench, you were already embarrassingly close, your orgasm already coiling in your stomach, Konig moaned and grabbed a tit in his hand, running the pad of his thumb against it, making you cry out, your nipples already sore and sensitive from the hormones.

You gasped loudly as Konig pushed down on your tummy, your g-spot hitting the tip of his cock at the perfect angle, making you cum, clenching down on his almost painfully as you whined his name, almost like a damn prayer. Riding your orgasm out on him, you clenched again.

Konig whined, grabbing your hips and moving you slightly back, shooting up as you clenched around him, the coil in his stomach snapping as he came inside you, you gasped and cried out as you felt him cum inside you, whining in protest. "Konig!" You gasped, he let his face rest in your tits. "I-i'm sorry love, I couldn't help it you're so warm and it's been so long..." He whined, not being able to look up at you. "Ko I don't care about that." You sighed, stroking his hair.

He looked up at you, kissing you with nothing but love. You kissed back, letting your hands knot in his hair. He moaned into you, flipping you under him and kissing down your neck "My turn to please you maus."

A/N, sorry if it's short and shitty, this is my first Konig smut I've written, if you have a request feel free to DM me!

Longing (18+)

summary; Konig comes back from a four month deployment, and simply can't keep his hands off you!

warnings; smut, smut with little plot, needy!Konig, breeding kink, fluffy ending, swearing, pet names, poorly translated German.

He had you on your stomach, drilling into you for the better part of an hour, grabbing at your hips and placing his thumbs in the dimples of your lower back, growling and whining as he fucked you like a human fleshlight.

"Fuck, maus! So tight," Konig whined above you, his hips slammed into yours with fervor, and the obscene squelching of your wet cunt filled the room, making you babble incoherently in response.

He'd been gone for a long four months, during that time it was almost torture, you cleaned the house absolutely spotless, tried to go shopping to cheer yourself up, but usually ended up buying a pint of ice cream and crying at you watched twilight, thinking of your tall, handsome husband.

Of course you'd texted him while he was away, but only scarcely got a response. Sometimes you got to call him though, and it made you overjoyed. You missed his voice and hearing him over the phone eased your nerves.

You didn't think about that now though, the only thing that filled your thoughts was his suffocatingly huge cock, that abused your spongey walls. "Fuck mein Himmel, gonna cum inside you, make you fat with Mein Kind." He muttered, his pace quickening as he breathed out, a whine laced into his voice.

You whined out in response, not fully opposed to his words. You gasped out, rolling your hips onto his cock as you came, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars, your legs trembled with pleasure and fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

You felt Konig's hips stutter and finally he spilled into you, painting the wet walls of your cunt white with his seed. You whined, panting as he slowly drug his cock out of your aching cunt, rolling beside you and pulling your chest on top of his.

"So, you want me pregnant?" You giggled, resting your head on his chest as you looked up at your husband. His ears went red and he averted his gaze. "uh, sorry maus, that just slipped out..." He whispered, making you laugh. "It's ok...if...if you wanted kids, I'm not entirely opposed." You admitted, tracing letters and shapes into Konig's chest.

He sat up, looking at you with a look of surprise on his face. "I mean, we don't have to if you don't want-" you were cut of by Konig's lips, smashing into yours passionately. "there's nothing I want more than a family with you. With my wife." He whispered, kissing you tenderly.

"it's settled then." You whispered, kissing him back gently. You both smiled at each other, before you closed your eyes and sighed against Konig's chest. He rubbed your back, and you both enjoyed each other's company in your post-sex haze.

★Poisoned★

Konig x reader (angst)

warnings; slight nsfw, fem!reader, reader uses the call sign Widow, shadow!reader.

In which the reader betrays task force 141 after Konig falls in love with her.

"Konig! Take the fucking shot—" Konig cringed at the malice in Ghost's voice over the coms, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't pull the trigger no matter how desperately he knew he should.

Not when the person he was supposed to shoot was you. His beloved Widow. His mind screamed at him to be angry with you - furious - but he only felt sorrow, a deep sadness in his chest. He looked at your pretty face through the scope of his rifle and tried, again, to shoot. He couldn't.

Your words rant through his ears now, the sweet words you'd mumbled to him after you two had been laying naked in bed, spent from your previous activities.

"I'd never leave you, Konig. I hope you know that, I'll always be with you." You'd muttered in his ear, leaving a small kiss to the shell of it.

He bit back tears now, tears of betrayal, and some of anger. "What the bloody hell are you doing?! SHOOT HER." Ghost yelled again, before the coms went silent.

Konig didn't notice, all he was focused on was watching you, the mean expression on your face, and the way Graves pat you on the back, applauding you of your betrayal to the task force. You'd spend a year collecting Intel from the task force and sending it over to Graves.

Even after this, Konig was still in love with you, he was so sure that he could make you see reason, make you turn yourself in and help the task force understand why you betrayed them.

"I can't, Ghost." Konig breathed shakily, waiting for a response but getting none. "Sir?" Konig asked again, moving his gaze from your face and to the side, his brows furrowing in confusion. Soon after, his head jerked to the side as he heard footsteps and the crunching of leaves nearby.

Konig stood, his hand on his pistol that was strapped to his large thigh. It happened fast, a voice, a man, shouted and at least four men came at Konig, guns and hand knives drawn as one pushed him down to the ground and clocked him on the side of his head with the handle of his gun.

Normally, Konig wouldn't be taken down so easily, but the men had gotten the upper hand, he was distracted.

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Konig grunted, shaking his head as he looked up, his mask was askew and he shook his head a couple times to attempt to rearrange it. He spotted Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Farah, and a few others tied to chairs or beams attached to the ceiling of what he was sure was a shed.

He was sure his breath stopped when he looked over and saw you, leaning against a beam Soap had been tied to. "Traitorous bitch." Ghost hissed, his eyes narrowed through his mask, and you rolled your eyes.

Konig stayed silent, before he hadn't told anyone at the base of your and his...relations, and he didn't plan to now. "I'm surprised," you spoke, walking over to Konig.

"I didn't think Graves's men would have taken you down, I was almost positive that you would have gotten away. Shame." You said, grabbing the fabric of Konig's sniper hood and yanking it closer to your face. Konig remained silent, his eyes now held rage, the sorrow from before was no longer there.

You scoffed, hearing the shed open and Graves walking in, two men flanking either side of him. "Widow, have fun with your old crew?" He said, his hands resting against his hips, almost sassily.

You grunted, you weren't particularly fond of him. His name often left a bad taste in your mouth. "Whatever Graves." You sigh, walking over to him. "I have to say I'm surprised we got so many of you in here." Graves almost laughed, taunting the task force.

"yeah, you got lucky that you had a traitor slag on your side." Ghost spat, you and Ghost had been close, but if he said sometimes he didn't get a bad feeling from you, he'd been lying. Safe to say his gut feeling about you had been right.

"Graves. Don't we have...other business?" You say, motioning with a jerk of your head out of the shed. He nods, before walking up to Price, smirking down at him. "I guess we were just one step ahead, huh Captain?" Graves laughed, before turning around, giving everyone one last glance and leaving the shed, along with you.

Konig almost weeped seeing you leave, he didn't want your betrayal to be real, but the longer he looked at you and took your demeanor in, he realized this was what you'd fully intended the entire time you'd been at the task force. With a slam of the shed doors, the others sighed, slumping against the back of whatever they were tied to, too tired to come up with an escape plan. Konig hang his head, thinking about what would have happened if you hadn't betrayed him, he was thankful his mask covered his face as tears rolled down his face.

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(A/N: and that's all you get for now ahahahahaahahah 😋)

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓

Warnings; smut, violence, gore, talk of virginity loss, virginity loss, breeding kink, kidnapping?(Technically), grumpy reader, Roman!Konig

Part 1 of ???

I am very excited to get started on this, I've always liked the old Roman Konig prompts! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

You'd head stories, hell all of your village people had. The legend of a Roman champion, who took down entire cities and killed armies single-handed.

You yourself always rolled your eyes or snickered when you heard these tales, because 'who could conquer an entire army by himself?'.

You soon figured that out, two soldiers threw you to the ground, the dirt grooving it's way under your fingernails. Your wet, tear stained face felt burning hot and your head hung, too nervous to look up.

"Salută-ți regele." One of the soldiers behind you spoke, his boot kicking your leg, bringing a stinging pain through it. You sniffled, slowly moving your eyes up to greet his pale blue ones.

He was big, so big. Bigger than any soldier here. He looked out of place, as if he was a god standing amongst men. Scars littered his exposed arms, but you couldn't see past his shrouded face.

"Ach, was hast du mir heute mitgebracht?" The man asked, looking at the two soldiers behind him. "O curvă." They spoke, your brows furrowed trying to understand their foreign tongue.

The man looked you up and down, finally deciding to take a seat. He huffed, almost as if he was annoyed with their presence. "Verlass uns." He spoke again, making a waving motion with his hand.

The two men grunted before turning away and leaving. You watched him with watchful eyes, wondering what he would do next. Take you as a slave? Rape you? Kill you? Your mind raced, terrified.

After a few more moments, he flicked his wrist, motioning for you to stand. He stalked towards you, and you tried to back away before he took hold of your arm in an almost bruising grip. "Hübsch." He spoke, almost fondly. You wished you'd understood his native tongue.

"W-what?" You whispered, your tears flowing freely again. Was he demanding something of you? He tilted his head, his eyes scrunching with what seemed to be amusement.

"Ein süßer Kleiner, perfekt für mich." He chuckled, before leading you over to the large expanse of his bed, which was covered in large and luxurious furs. You wondered how many people he had killed to get those.

You breathed unevenly, this was the moment you dreaded, he was going to rape you. Your tears fell harder, you tried to stifle your sobs to the best of your ability. His head cocked to the side, and he walked over to the table, picking up a pitcher and pouring water into a small, clay cup.

He walked over, handed it to you and waited. He watched until you finally brought it to your lips, drinking in deeply. "Thank you.." you whispered, handing the cup back. He smiled, you thought since you couldn't tell other than from his eyes.

Slowly, he began to undress, your heart sank. You couldn't possibly fight him off, he was at least four times your size, built of muscle and strength.

You froze, staring at him in fear. All you could do was try and brace yourself the best to your ability for what was coming, slowly, he sauntered over to you. He was built with muscle, towering over you. Scars also littered his torso and his legs and arms. He looked like he's gone to battle many times.

He reached the bed, extending a hand to caress your face. He brought his face down, breathing in your scent. You shook with fear. Slowly, he lowered himself to knees, spreading your dress open to reveal your bare cunt. Undergarments were a luxury your family weren't able to afford. At least when they were alive.

"p-please...don't..." You hiccupped, trying your best to scramble away. The man looked up at you and stood. His head cocking to the side, questioningly. "Du meinst...nein?" He wondered, before nodding to himself and redressing. You sat there, shocked.

By now, most if not all of the men in his camp would have beaten and raped you bloody, but why'd didn't he? You were thankful regardless. "Du hast ... Angst. Ich werde dir etwas Zeit allein geben, Kleines." He spoke, before moving the flap of his tent and leaving.

Moments after he left, you sobbed loudly, your body wracking with sobs and cries. You felt grief flood you, the death of your family, of your chief and your friends. Your village had barely made it through the fall, your crops dying and the soil becoming dry and dead from the lack of rain, only to be slaughtered by the Romans.

You laid back, holding yourself as you cried. And slowly, you cried yourself to sleep, huffing slow and uneasy breaths as you let sleep take you.

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This is the first part/chapter so let me know what you think of it! The German/Romanian is also roughly translated so don't quote me on some of this! 😭💗

"Spoiled Girl"

warnings ; slightly nsfw? (Talk of a blowjob), fem!reader, AFAB reader, dominant!Simon, Sugar Daddy!Simon

Simon never had a problem with spending money though, especially on you. In fact, he have you his credit card every time you asked for something, if you needed your nails done, if you needed you hair done, or even if you simply wanted to buy something spontaneously.

Simon always knew you were spoiled, since the first date, ordering a lobster, the most expensive wine and an even more expensive dessert, did he even need to mention the dress, jewelery and heels you wore to your first date?

Now you had him wrapped around your finger, the finger with obviously a very expensive ring, and a very expensive manicured nail on it. He let you drag him around the mall, you two were currently in Victoria's secret, and your bag — the one Simon was holding — was clutched in his veined fist.

He was only slightly irritated, you'd spent more than $300 dollars altogether previously that day, you'd got at least 13 or 14 new outfits, some new toys, and candles.

He stood with his arms crossed, sighing and you brought up a new set of lingerie up to your body, showing him and giving him those puppy eyes full of plea. "Can I have this, Si?" You asked sweetly, his eyes drank you in.

"Now...lovie..." He sighed, he almost never told you no, so this was a slight shock to you. "Pleaseee! I'll give you a little something special later?" You smiled, already securing your victory. Simon's cock almost twitched in his pants "My choice?" He asked, to which you nodded. He stuffed the lingerie into your shopping bag, with the thought of the blowjob already in his head, he'd have to get you to put the set on whenever you got home.

"C'mon you spoiled girl. Enough shopping for one day." He said, putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you to the checkout. You pouted, but soon we're uplifted with the promise of food and sneaking a few perfumes and lotions into the shopping bag.

Ghost + Konig Fav Sex Positions (18+)

Warnings: smut, slight language, implied age gap, smut with no plot, ect.

"Simon 'Ghost' Riley"

Missionary through and through

If you ask, he'll definitely be willing to do other positions, but he loves missionary so he can look at you as he fucks you ♡.

When in missionary, he loves to grab your jaw so you maintain eye contact with him.

Put your arms around his neck as he fucks you, and this man goes FERAL.

Also occasionally likes to fuck in front a mirror, you on his lap, back to his chest as he pries your legs open, making you watch his cock slide in an out of you (LORDDD)

Very slow and passionate, but if you're whining and scratching his back he is going to be ROUGH.

Will be gentle if you ask, but you better believe it takes him a lot of restraint if you whine and whimper his name

Is pretty decent at aftercare, he runs a bath for the both of you and orders takeout:)

He's a sweetie pie after sex, cuddles are a demand, not a question!

"Konig"

Honestly, is comfortable with whatever you want to do, and always asks you first.

But his personal favorite is the mating press, he LOVES getting as deep as possible!

Will mutter curses in German whenever you claw at his back as he hits your g-spot with every thrust (😫)

Will definitely ask if you're ok every 20 minutes or so, he just wants to make sure his little lamb is comfortable,

With that being said, he's definitely on the softer side when you fuck, but if you beg him to be rough, who is he to say no?

Will 100% whisper "Täubchen" (little dove) in your ear, and whenever he notices how reduced to a puddle you are, he'll mainly stick to German nicknames.

Amazing at aftercare, will run you a bath regardless, and even hold up a phone for you to watch a movie while you relax.

Makes you home cooked Austrian meals after sex if you pass out right after, and will spoon feed you if you ask.

He's adorable I swear, literally frothing at the mouth.