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THAANK YOU OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS DJSJSJSJDJDJDJDDJDKKFNNCNCCBCJCNC 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💕💕💓💕💞🩷💖✨✨

💍💐🧎🏼‍♀️... 😳⁉️

,, BC König is NOT a shy "🥺👉👈" boy, but a grown ass MAN and MANLY

Clearly he's bitter, but he has weaponised his bitterness in order to become the most brutal soldier, a human battering ram 🤯

And he is PROUD✅✅✅ but not gonna deny that he must have SOME insecurities (i.e. his mask — but it can be argued that he doesn't wear it bc he's insecure 🥵)

I LOVE YOUR TAKE ON HIS BEING RUDE AND SHARP-TONGUED IN ORDER TO RECLAIM SOME OF THE POWER AND CONTROL THAT HIS BULLIES TOOK FROM HIM 😫👏😫👏

Also love that you said that he has control, and isn't a "giant" that does not know his strength 💪💪😼

★ Analysis of characters - Konig

Notes: this is my so-called column..? here I will dispel fan facts and analyze the characters. Enjoy! @simp4konig

Character: Colonel Konig

Word count: 1.142k

A/N: : ‼️I accept your requests and ideas, I will be happy to write this down. :) warn you that everything that follows may be true, very little is known about Konig's background and character!!

I TRANSLATED MY ALREADY READY TEX INTO ENGLISH, SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE IMPORTANCES!!

English is not my native language!!

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Despite popular belief, Konig is not shy. Instead of making him so, his social anxiety makes him irritable and rude (at least outwardly).

Stinging comments, a stern and empty look from behind a mask, only support this image. Konig is not afraid to speak his mind.

Although he likely dislikes his enormous height because it prevented him from becoming a sniper, he knows how to use it well to turn it from a disadvantage into an advantage.

He is an excellent soldier and he knows this very well, which is confirmed by his in-game phrases =>

"Finally some worthy adversaries."

"Let's be honest, it's better off in my hands."

"They're no match for me."

"Not bad… I've seen better."

Also, his personality was completely influenced by bullying in childhood, which is why now he is quite likely to belittle those of lower rank, just to feel the power and control that he could not feel then.

(assumption)

This can be confirmed by phrases such as "Where did you learn to shoot!?" and "Let's not do this again." from which it can be assumed that he can probably treat less experienced people/his subordinates/newbies rudely.

And in his phrase "And they said I couldn't be a sniper." he speaks sharply, spitting pure venom, showing him to be somewhat of an envious person.

But despite all this and the fact that he can literally kill a person with his bare hands, he knows how to control his strength, as evidenced by his status as a "hostage rescue expert", i.e. mostly ordinary civilians.

let's sum it up ↓↓

Konig is rude, impudent and sharp-tongued, probably envious.

Konig is proud, he knows very well how useful he is in battle and how great a soldier he is.

He is not afraid to express his own opinion, even if it is rude and/or blunt.

But despite all of the above, he knows how to handle his power and knows how to restrain it.

Found some aesthetic german quotes, so I thought I would use them in my new König gremlin art 💕🎀

I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.

König playing Call of Duty and being wholesome ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.

König shitpost

Bc I‘m sick and have no energy

I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.

I‘m sick again… anyways, time to reblog my own König art ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

König fanart!!!! Because who would have guessed that I‘m a König fan ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.

I‘m sorry for starving my CoD community

Here‘s your food ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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Head empty. Only König.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.

Can i talk about the way my jaw fucking dropped?

size difference with könig and virgin!reader

he knew it was going to hurt; any man the size of him would reflect that under his belt. any woman, no matter the body count, would be in for it during a night with a brute like him.

but when you came along, doe-eyed and so much smaller than him, something stirred on the bottom of his abdomen. behind the zipper of his jeans, his cock chubbed up at first glance.

he was already huge enough to see the outline of his bulge through his jeans, or whatever cargos, he wore, but his growing erection made it that much more obvious.

he had never been one to notice before, but with you, he couldn't help it. the way he dwarfed you as you stood by his side, your (much) smaller hand completely engulfed by his giant one.

despite the size difference, he was gentle—as gentle as he could be. a brute as big as him with a tiny doll like you—like porcelain, you were going to break. and he was going to be the one to break you.

he ruts his hips against yours, his bulbous tip collecting your slick along his cock. a whimper, or mewl, escaping your throat whenever he grazes your clit. his breathing is heavy, muttered curses and phrases in german under his breath.

"so eine hübsche muschi, nur für mich..." his voice is hushed and low, as if he's talking to himself about how heavenly your puffy lips are against his girthy cock.

he keeps a large hand around the base of his girthy dick, the other planted on the bed, just above your hip as he steadies himself. the bed is dipping heavily with the focused weight.

he finds himself growing impossibly harder at the sounds of your strained squeaks, watching the sweat bead down the side of your face before his eyes find where his cock lays heavy against your sopping cunt.

your thighs slick with arousal and previous climaxes as he had worked you open on his tongue and fingers, his skin glistening under the light. your juices painted his chin, his fingers pruned from being buried deep in your sensitive pussy, desperately swallowed by your spongy walls.

he hummed lowly, almost a groan as his hand around his girthy base slapped his cock against your slick labia, the head of his cock beating against your swollen, hypersensitive clit he'd been toying with all night.

"diese muschi gehört mir, nicht wahr? hmm...?" you knew not what he said, but his tone was smug, cocky as he gave your cunt a few more slaps with his dick, humping his length between your folds.

you were squirming under him, not even fucked by his huge cock yet, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation, teetering along the lines of being too much. but it was just right.

his hand propped on the bed found your waist, stilling you as his hips halted, dragging his tip down your pussy to your leaking slit. evidence of previous orgasms spilled from your hole, "shhh, sei still, mein schatz..." he cooed, a callouses thumb tracing along the soft, supple skin of your waist before digging his fingers into your flesh.

he needed self control as he lined his cock with your hole, teasing along the folds before beginning to split you in half. whimpers falling from your lips at the mere task of just fitting the tip past your entrance.

he groaned loudly at the way your pussy welcomed him, swallowing his bulbous head with a squelch and a tight pulse as he stretched you open. the previous rounds of his finger and tongue doing nothing to aid the sheer stretch of your cunt around his dick.

it hurt like hell as he inched his cock deeper, reveling in the way your face contorted, strangled cries leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes. your face flushing pink as salty trails glistened down your heated cheeks.

it was like you were practically impaling yourself on his thick, meaty cock. your body being split down the middle to accommodate for such space he took up in your cunt, your spongy walls clamping tightly around his dick.

"Scheiße, schatz...du bist so eng..." he cursed, his hand around his girth retracting to his hip.

he watched as his cock sunk deeper past your puffy lips, the way your pussy swallowed him with a sickening, lewd squelch that made his eyes flutter shut. his hips bucked, followed by curses as he couldn't help himself from rocking his hips. speeding up to a comfortable pace.

the skin of your backside quickly flushed red as his pace became more and more relentless—he had told you before he wasn't good with virgins. you assured him you could handle it, and he promised he would try to be gentle. key word, try.

well, he had tried, and failed as his hips desperately rut into your heavenly, slick pussy with lewd sounds of your skin coming together rapidly. his full, heavy balls slapping against your backside with each time his hips pounded into your cunt.

he was a lost cause, muttering incoherent phrases of half-german, half-english. most of what you could pick out was praises to your pussy, how you were made to fit his cock in your tight hole—though you were too cock-drunk, babbling nonsense into moans under him to hear a word he said.

"verdammt, deine muschi ist der himmel, kleines mäuschen..." he praised in a coo, his body now leaning to cover yours, his heavy weight pressing your back further into the mattress, "so verdammt eng und nass..."

his hand on your waist slid down to your stomach, he swore he could feel the skin warp under his calloused prints as his bulbous tip slammed your cervix.

when his eyes finally left where your two body conjoined, up to your pretty face where tears streamed down your cheeks, disheveled hair splayed across the pillow behind your head and matted to your forehead. his eyes fluttered shut as his dick twitched and throbbed against your spongy walls.

your pained cries turned to whimpers and hiccuped moans, hands clawing at his back to pull him impossibly closer in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper.

it wasn't long until you felt another warmth building in your lower abdomen, familiar in feel to the previous, but so much more hammering as it built, and built, and built.

könig could feel how you sunk your nails into his back, as if you feared he would deny you the ecstasy of release. he felt the way your cunt clamped around him, pulsing in sync with your heartbeat—his too.

his hips faltered—he had never finished this quick, but then again, your pussy was like a fucking drug, and he was an addict.

"das ist es...that's it, mauschen..." he whispered breatlhessly into your ear, his heavy, warm breath against your skin as he waited for your release to boil over with his.

he moaned loudly against your sweat, sticky skin, uttering more praises under his breath as he felt his cock twitch. he watched the way your jaw went slack, how your body shuddered under him before going limp, boneless under his weight.

a shuddered breath slipped past his lips as he came deep in your pussy, painting your walls a creamy, thick white as he filled you. his eyes fell back to your pussy, watching as he's milked dry of every last bit of his pearly, white cum.

he rubbed a rough thumb over your clit, watching you flinch and squirm from the sensitivity as he kept an eye on how his gooey release oozed from your hole, despite the fact his cock was still plugged inside of you.

he hummed lowly in appreciation as he took two fingers to spread the thick substance to coat your folds.

fuck, maus, you were ruined for anyone else now, guess you're stuck with him.

LKHSFHDIFOIDFDSHFHDSKJHFJKDH i... yes.

riding loser!könig

by the time you managed to straddle him, he's probably already came twice in his pants. the way your fingers fumbled with his belt and the zipper of his unbearably tight jeans, his bulge rubbing against the rough denim and cotton boxers.

he already made a mess of the material, and feeling as your hands caress across his chest, your body sinking down on his angry, red cock, he couldn't help but shoot thick, pearly cum from his tip. it oozed down the side of his dick, drooling across his hips and down onto the sheets below.

you merely chuckled, a hand barely wrapped around the girth of his cock as you spread his release, feeling the veins under your palm and the way he twitched in your hand, curses in his mother tongue flying from his lips in a desperate gasp.

all you do is guide his cockhead to your drooling cunt, slick with arousal as you part your folds with his tip. sticky cum mixed with your sweet slick as you coated his flesh as if it were lube. you hoped it would make taking his heavy cock easier—it wouldn't.

even before you had guided his cock to your slit, his chest heaved, features flushed from his previous climaxes that came way too easily. it's not his fault he's never been touched by a woman! not all his previous attempts had been successful—the poor social recluse and his debauched thoughts left to his own right hand.

but you were different than his past endeavors—he didn't give up. he didn't quite understand rejection when it came to you. come on, schatz! he likes you, so shouldn't you feel the same way? silly, silly maus, he'll convince you!

and he did! which is how you ended up on top of him, his meaty, thick cock wrapped in your hands as you hover above him, fingers barely touching, waiting to impale yourself on his sensitive dick. his two burly hands pawing at your breasts, kneading the fat under his palms and turning the skin red.

a burn had split down your body as you slipped his tip past your puffy folds, feeling his cock head twitch against your spongy walls as you slowly sank down onto his cock.

you felt a thick, white substance ooze from between your thighs, the way your sopping cunt was suddenly full despite only pushing his tip past your folds. if it wasn't for the loud groan that fell from his lips, you'd have been clueless.

all you did was smirk, slowly sinking further down on his cock while you tried to adjust to his brutish size. small gasps falling from your lips with every added inch, and it didn't help when his massive hands creeped from your breasts down to your waist, slipping to your backside and gripping the flesh between his fingers with bruising force.

you yelped as he forced you all the way down onto his heavy cock—he's selfish! can you really blame him, schatz? you feel like heaven, how could be not!

you're so warm, and tight, and wet, schatz! he just wants to stay buried in your sopping cunt forever! your spongy walls clamping so tightly around him, he was worried you'd push him out! his girthy cock was stretching you so much, you could feel the prominent veins along his length, as though they could be imprinted into your pussy. like his cock was the only thing made to fit inside your tight cunt."

your hands fell against his chest, strings of incoherent words babbled from your lips as he used your tight cunt, his hips pounding you fervently as vocal groans and grunts escaped his throat, drowning out your soft cries at the feeling of his bulbous tip slamming against your cervix.

he didn't last long—reference the 4 other times he had came that night. a mere 30 seconds before he filled you again, thick ropes of pearly cum leaking from his cock that was buried deep in your spongy cunt.

his hands on your ass, grasping firmly as he held you down—despite your shuddering and squirming on top of him. his tip grazing your cervix as he hoped for his seed to take. he just wants to stay with you, and this is a sure way for that to happen.

by the end of the night, he had come at least 5 times—he's sensitive, schatz! if you want him to last longer, you should give yourself to him more often! then, he'd be able to be buried in your pussy for longer than 30 seconds!