Knig My Beloved - Tumblr Posts
|Bandages and Bruises| 18+
(ART NOT MINE.)
DTOnly_VL on Twitter is the artist!!
Warnings ; smut, smut with little plot, fem!reader, Dom!Konig, sub!reader, medic!reader, dacryphilia, name calling, swearing, mature themes, ect.
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In all honesty the situation had started so innocently, you were bandaging up a cut on your favorite patient, and you couldn't help but lightly trace in his forearm, the veins there were so prominent and just begging to be touched, you lightly smoothed the pad of your thumb over them, hoping he wouldn't notice. But he did.
And now your ass was pressed into the edge of your desk, and Konig's clothed cock had been grinding into you, making you gasp and stutter. "Konig! A-anyone could walk in." You gasped, trying to slightly push away, but his large hands kept you rooted in place. "Let them, they can see how pretty you look squirming on my cock like this, Hase." He spoke, slightly lifting up your black dress you always wore, as your doctors coat had long since been discarded on the floor beneath you two.
You gasped lightly as Konig felt your wetness, and sucked his teeth at you, finding you weren't wearing any underwear. "You hoped we'd end up like this, didn't you?" He chuckled. You nodded and whined as he massaged your clit, making a circle with his thumb as your mouth fell into an 'O' shape. "dreckiges Mädchen" he laughed, lifting you up and gently sitting you down onto the wood desk you'd been pressed up against.
You ignored the need to scurry away and at least lock the door, and titled your head back, feeling Konig bunch up your dress onto your hips and kiss your inner thighs. He teased around your throbbing heat and you whined desperately, trying to buck your hips to get his attention. He smiled up at you and slowly attached his lips to your cunt, sucking and lapping at it. You whined and cried out, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk beneath you.
He smiled into your cunt and slowly moved his tongue side to side, making you gasp and arch your back almost painfully. "Konig!" You gasped, your hands now gently grabbing onto his shoulders. This felt so dirty, he was still in his gear, helmet and everything and your cunt was bare and weeping for him. He moved his tongue in slow circles, making your legs shake and your moans more high pitched as you felt your first of many orgasms approach. "that's it, Hase." He cooed, massing your clit with his thumb while he still licked at your dripping hole.
Your back arched hard as you felt the coil in your stomach snap, and you let out a desperate moan, your legs had been placed on Konig's shoulders so he could get a better angle as he licked you clean, despite your moaning and whining he still focused his tongue at your clit, determined to make you cum at least once more. "I'm gonna use a finger or two, ja?" He asked, as you nodded and opened your legs further for him.
He gently removed his gloves, and lubricated his finger with his spit before gently shoving it inside your needy cunt, making you groan slightly at the stretch, you were slightly surprised this hurt, but to be fair his fingers were huge. He gave you a moment to relax, kissing your thigh before slowly moving his finger in a come here motion, making your hips jolt and your legs tighten around his shoulders. He moved his other hand to spread your leg open, and you gasped and stuttered as he massaged his finger inside of your cunt.
You whined his name as he sucked on your clit, gently kissing it with his teeth as he licked and sucked on it. You were already oversensitive as your second orgasm hinted in your stomach. Konig felt you slightly clenching and slowly and gently added another finger, making you moan at the feeling. "Jesus fuck." You whined, moving your hips slightly as he made a 'come here' motion with his fingers, touching your g-spot, making you cry out and jolt forward slightly.
"that's it maus, just like that." He soothed, his eyes trained on your face as you felt your second orgasm hit you, making you gasp and throw your head back as his fingers worked you through your high. He chuckled as he removed his fingers, kissing your cunt before standing and undoing his belt gently, bending down as he did to kiss your forehead. You whined, moving your fingers to help him get rid of the belt.
He discarded his pants and let your fingers trace over his bulge, making him blush and groan at the feeling of your delicate fingers. You pulled down the silk boxers and watched his red cock fall out, pre-cum already leaking from the swollen and puffy tip. He was bigger than you thought, making you slightly gasp at the sight of him. You couldn't exactly get a good measurement, but he was probably a little bigger than 7 inches. His cock curved slightly, making your cunt leak more if possible. You opened your thighs, letting him move closer to you. He bent down, kissing your red cheek and smiling at you.
He let you grab his cock as you slowly put the tip into your cunt, making you sigh at the familiar stretch. You were no virgin, but you'd never had much more than 6 inches. You gasped as he slowly leaned in, sinking a few more inches in. You hissed at the stretch, his sheer girth making you gasp and tremble. He massaged your hips, slowly soothing you with encouraging words.
When he finally bottomed out, you both gasped. He groaned, and he visibly fought to try and not fuck you like a starving man. He let your head fall into his chest and he slowly began to move with your permission.
He moaned out, the feeling of your walls clenching around his making him hiss in pleasure. "Fuck." He growled, looking down at your tear stained face, leaning your head back and rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. "s' okay, you can go a little faster." You whined, letting your legs tighten around Konig's hips. He nodded, leaning you flat on your back as he slowly began to thrust faster, looking for any signs of discomfort from his sweet medic. He groaned as he saw your mouth fall open and your eyes droop as sweet moans fell from your mouth.
He didn't know when he did, but he let his control slip and now he pounded into you roughly, making tears of pleasure roll down your face as you cried out, your fingers scratching at his clothed arms. "Shit shit shit!" You cried, already feeling another orgasm rush through your cunt, making you squeeze around Konig's fat cock. Thankfully he'd had enough patience and didn't cum on the spot, but his thrusts became slightly sloppy, letting you know to savor the fleeting moment you assumed this was.
You cried out, babbling incoherent sentences as he thrusted harder, grabbing your hips and tilting into you slightly, making him get even deeper as he moved with you. You bucked your hips, encouraging him to cum. He moaned out, grabbing your waist and lifting you slightly, moving you onto his cock like you were a fleshlight.
As you clenched around him, whining his name he groaned, cumming and painting the fleshy walls of your cunt white with his seed. You whined at the hot feeling of him filling you, making you sigh and moan with relief. He groaned, gently letting you slump against the table as his cock stayed rooted inside of you. He kissed your tears away, and kissed you on your plush lips, smiling when you whined into his mouth.
He slowly removed his cock and bent down, pushing his cum back into your overstimulated cunt. Chuckling as you gasped. "Maybe my cum will take and I'll see you fat with my child, hm?" He laughed, kissing your cunt before leaning back up and towering over you. "Guess we'll have to see, hm kleiner Hase?" He said.
You guessed the moment wasn't so fleeting after all.
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(translations)
Hase - Bunny
dreckiges Mädchen - dirty girl
Ja - Yeah
Maus - Mouse
kleiner Hase - little bunny
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a/n - the art is not mine, but if someone would please tag the artist because I can't find them! 🤍
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。∂）
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I‘m sorry for starving my CoD community
Here‘s your food ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.
Head empty. Only König.
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
I don’t own the characters, all rights belong to the creators of the games.
The shy ones are always the kinkiest
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König x Fem!Reader
Part 1, Part 2
König transfers over to task force 141, looking for a bit of a fresh start. He’s equal parts nervous and excited (mostly nervous, let’s not lie) about meeting a new team. He finds himself unable to control his thoughts when he meets you, as they tend to stray in a more “adult” direction. So here are the 4 times he didn’t get caught and the 1 time he does, thinking about you
1. Meeting the team
König had been looking for a new job for a while before being given the opportunity to join TF141. He was a little hesitant at first, some part of him not wanting to leave the KorTac behind, but another part of him was excited about the idea of something slightly different.
It’s a day in late April when he arrives, air still ever so slightly cold with a post winter chill. Captain Price is standing outside, waiting for him, arms crossed and hat tilted down slightly to shield his eyes from the sun.
“Good to see you’ve arrived on time, everyone else is inside,” he speaks in a gruff voice, not unkind but definitely strict.
König follows the older man inside, careful of the fact that he’s got a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He can’t help but try and shrink in on himself, nerves prickling in the new atmosphere.
He’s greeted with the sight of Soap’s and Gaz’s backs, shielding him from looking at a small table in the corner of the rec room. There’s a large commotion surrounding the table, cheering from the two who he can see.
“Break it up, we’ve got someone here.” Price interrupts the situation, making Soap whip around and Gaz jump slightly.
As soon as the other two are out of the way, König is met with you and Ghost, locked in an arm wrestle. Your brows are furrowed as you try and push Ghost’s arm down, the hand that isn’t clasped in his is gripping the side of the table.
König can’t help but stare at your hand, the white knuckle grip you have on the table causing your hand to look so good. He can’t stop his mind from wondering, going places it really shouldn’t. He couldn’t help but think about how pretty your hand would look wrapped around his neck.
A loud bang interrupts the wondering of his mind, forcing him to come back to reality. You’ve been defeated, hand and upper arm pinned to the table under Ghost’s.
“Wonderful, now you children have done, this is König, he’s joining 141, as you all know,” Price speaks again with that gruff voice, gesturing to König.
“Don’t scare him off.” Is the last thing Price says before he grumbles something about needing do sort something out and leaving.
“Nice to meet you big guy.” You’re on your feet almost immediately, approaching König and holding out hand out.
He takes it, noticing just how much bigger his hand is compared to yours. König’s face burns hot with embarrassment from his previous thoughts.
“Nice to meet you too.”
2. Sparring with Soap
The next time König meets you, it’s in the gym. It’s less of a meeting and more of a chance encounter considering he had been going out of his way to avoid you as much as he could without it getting suspicious.
He was just going to work out, trying to go later in the day to avoid anyone else. But his plan didn’t work, as both you and Soap were in the gym.
The second he walks in, his ears are met with your sounds of distress. It almost sends him into panic mode, heart starting to race at the thought that you might be in trouble.
You are in trouble, but not in the way that he thought you were. Instead, he finds you pinned under Soap. His chest is pressed to your back while yours is pressed to the mat you’re both on. Your hips are raised slightly, causing your ass to push back into Soap’s crotch. He pins your arms above your head, thighs on the outside of yours. He’s caging you completely in place, and your sounds of “distress” are actually just you growling and muttering things while you try to get him off.
König immediately finds that same blush from before rising to his face, bringing a burning redness with it that he can just feel. With the burning come the thoughts. The ideas of pressing you down like that, intentionally grinding himself against you while you struggle and squirm to get free. How small and fragile you’d look, pinned under him, held down by his much larger hands.
“Ok! Ok fine! I tap out!” He hears you shout, sharply grounding him in reality again. The shout is accompanied by a rapid slapping sound - you beating your open hand against the mat.
Soap gets off you, letting you roll onto your back. With splayed arms, you stare up at the Scot, a disapproving look plastered on your face.
“I did nothing wrong!” Soap proclaims through poorly veiled laughter, reaching down to help you up. He pulls you a bit too hard, causing you to colapse forwards into his chest.
“Whatever,” you grumble, pushing yourself off of him and crossing your arms.
“Don’t be bitter cuz you lost!” Soap practically squeaks as he says it, fake hurt laced in his voice as you turn your back to him.
As you do, you’re met with the image of König stood with his hand in the still open door, frozen perfectly walking into the room. The Austrian had never been so glad to be wearing a thick hoodie as he is now.
“Hey big guy, nice to see you again.” You smile at him, walking over.
He swallows hard, dreading trying to hold a conversation but far too nervous to run away.
3. Joining a meeting
Despite his best efforts, König finds it harder and harder to try and avoid you. With such a bubbly and outgoing personality, you seem to be practically everywhere all of the time. And it doesn’t get any easier when Price calls a meeting about something or other midway through a rather hot day in May.
König isn’t paying attention to his Captain at all, however, as you’re sat across from him wearing a pair of workout shorts and a vest that sits a little too low.
He can’t help his mind wondering, trying his best to conceal the fact that his eyes are doing the same. They’re tracing down your body, looking from your partially exposed cleavage to the way your shorts pull in on the fat of your thighs ever so slightly.
The image of getting his hands on your pops into his head. Soft, warm flesh giving way under his hands, so tender when he grips it. Pulling you out of the meeting, pushing your top up and pawing at your breasts. Watching the way your squirm at the roughness of the fabric on your delicate skin.
How well your thighs would mould to the shape of his hands if he just reached over and grabbed them. How nice it might be to hold you up by them, have them wrapped around his waist with his hands on the underside.
“Are you paying attention solider?” Price snaps, immediately drawing König back to reality.
“Yes- Yes sir,” he stammers out, pupils constricting and head snapping towards Price, who stands at the head of the table looking extremely disappointed.
“I doubt that.” Price pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I’ll talk to you later. The rest of you are dismissed, continue with your day.”
And with that, everyone but König is leaving the room. His eyes catch a glimpse of you leaving and he can’t help but think of an English saying he’s heard before - ‘hate to see you leave but love to watch you go’. He’s pretty sure it applies right now.
4. Watching you cook
Early in the morning, König wakes from a nightmare that he can’t remember at all. It’s stresses him out enough that he can’t go back sleep, no matter how much he tosses and turns. Instead of continuing to suffer in his bed, he opts to get up and go to get a drink.
The base is almost completely silent, apart from a sizzling sound coming from the shared kitchen. As soon as he hears the sound, he can smell something too - cooking bacon. Whoever is up this early has decided it’s time for breakfast.
He sneaks his way to the door, leaning on it slightly, surprisingly quiet for his massive size. The door creaks slightly as he opens it, but the noise doesn’t disturb the people inside.
Ghost is sat at the table, arms crossed and head placed on top of them. He seems like he’s sleeping, hunched over himself in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position. While you’re stood at the stove, a small stack of pancakes stood on a plate next to you while you cook bacon.
“Hey, it’s ready,” you call over your shoulder, using the spatula that you had been using to flip the bacon to place it on the plate. Ghost picks his head up at the sound of your voice, still wearing his balaclava.
“That’s way too much for me,” he grumbles, tired voice catching in his throat.
“Ok, I’ll split it, but I don’t really want any.” You split the pancakes in half, along with the bacon. What’s left is still a rather large stack.
“But it’ll be wasted.” Ghost sits up, picking up the maple syrup you had previously placed on the table.
“I’m sure someone will have it.” You place the plate on the side, covering it with a piece of tinfoil.
You hoist yourself onto the counter, sitting with your legs parted ever so slightly. It’s not they König can see that you’re wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and a pair of short shorts. The shorts leave little to the imagination, showing off your inner thighs.
Once again, König finds himself having dirty thoughts. The idea of sliding in between your thighs, spreading them apart with his body, having them open to give him room.
Before his thoughts can go any further, he notices the problem that’s started to arise in his pants. König knows he can’t hang around any longer and so turns back to his room, deciding to take care of himself.
5. Alone in the rec room
König finds a rest bite from your constant presence in the rec room. Everyone else seems to be taking advantage of the sun and the pleasant heat outside, including you. All while he sits alone, splayed out on the couch, letting his body rest.
He’s counting on you not coming inside, but luck doesn’t seem to be on his side. You make your way into the rec room, flipping down onto the couch right beside him.
“Too hot out there for you?” He tries not to look at you as you speak. But puf if the corner of his eye he can see you, splayed out, legs spread.
“Ja, just a little,” he gets out, tilting his head backwards, facing the ceiling and letting his eyes fall closed.
“Yeah, I’m surprised the others can stay out there this long. ‘Specially considering that Soap is refusing to wear sunscreen,” you chuckle lightly, looking at König. “He’s gonna burn like a marshmallow.”
König only gives a short chuff in response to your comment, keeping his eyes shut, desperately trying to stop myself from looking at you. He knows if he does, he won’t be able to hide his thoughts this time.
Despite his best efforts, his mind starts to wonder. The idea of pulling you into his lap clouds his mind, making his skin prickle with more heat than if he was bathed in direct sunlight. Hair on his arms and the back of his neck stands on end, causing him to shiver despite the heat.
“You ok?” Your hand comes to rest on his knee as you lean forwards, looking at him in concern. He snaps his head forwards, looking at you, eyes wide and pupils dilated.
“I… Cannot stop thinking about you…” he can’t hold his tongue it seems. Nor his hands, as one comes to rest over the top of yours.
He sees the look on your face, the red flush, the way your eyes flicker down his body for a fraction of a second. Suddenly, he’s sure that you’re having the same thoughts.
“Mein liebling… if you feel the same, all you must do is say…” his hands squeezes over yours, holding it against his thigh.
You chuckle, squeezing his thigh on your own before slipping your hand out form under his. You haul yourself up, putting your hands in your pockets and rocking on the balls of your feet slightly.
“Well… I’ll see you in my room later,” your voice drips with something König didn’t know he wanted so badly. He doesn’t get a chance to respond as you walk out if the rec room, most likely wanting to join the others outside again.
Damnnn sounds so HAWT
König speaking German is actually kinda hot
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