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Hey love, could you write ab what the 141+ Alejandro, könig, and graves would be like with a plus size S/O

141 + könig alejandro rudy n graves with a plus size s/o

a little bit of suggestive content, nothing tooo bad

john price adores you. all of you. like seeing you throw yourself into his arms after a long day, placing his hands on your plush curves brings him immediate peace. he also lovesss it when you wear skimpy little outfits that show you off, he feels like he’s winning in life.

simon riley loves your face the most out of every one of your body parts. he thinks you’re simply breathtaking. from the way you cheeks are rounded to the way your smile never seems to fade. you’ll definitely be the death of him.

johnny mactavish is just in love with how you hold yourself together. it’s truly not even about your looks, just your energy. the way you’ve never given a second thought about ignorant comments, to the way you’ll always get what you want.

kyle garrick loves your body so much. like coming home after a long day and you’re ready to just snuggle until you both fall asleep. of course, he loves being a big spoon. but when you big spoon omg that does something to him. he just feels so content with your warmth surrounding him and he’s so happy your his.

könig loves to just engulf you into his arms. you’ll complain and whine all you want for him to put you down but he doesn’t care. especiallyyyyyy if you argue with him that he can’t pick you up, because ouuu baby, he don’t like that. have fun being in his arms (and under him) for the whole night.

alejandro vargas loves how defined your curves are. it drives him crazy when you wear clothes that enhance them. like this man actually dies. he’ll keep hand on your waist as much as he can, occasionally wandering down further when he gets a litttlllleeee needy for waiting so long.

rudy parra is basically just in love with you. like everything about you. your mind, your shape, your voice, your thoughts. he’s just infatuated with you. he hates it when you talk bad about yourself in any way, because he sees you as his perfect angel.

philip graves is def your number one supporter. like you bought a new mini skirt? bet your ass looks so good in it. decided to try out a new hairstyle? it really makes your gorgeous face stand out. anything you do just know he’s got a sign that says “THAT'S MY GIRL”

Hi! So how would 141+ Alejandro & könig react to there fem y/n who has there love language be acts of service and giftgiving, and it’s kind of a people pleaser? Like to the point to where they will neglect their own needs to make sure that they are taken care of first?

no need to call me out pal… but i love this idea sm.

tags: just fluff + angst if you squint

simon ‘ghost’ riley. he’s never been in a relationship where he’s the one being spoiled. he’s barely spoiled anyone himself. when you buy him small things like a german shepherd keychain or a skull hat, it means everything to him. when he comes back from deployment and the house is clean and bath water is being ran for him. he’s never felt more appreciated. he also notices that you strictly take care of him only. not yourself. he steps in. you come home from work to see that dinner is already made and the laundry is nicely folded on your dresser. you pull him into a tight hug and place a chaste kiss on his lips. muttering small ‘thank you’s’ over and over.

johnny ‘soap’ mavtavish. he lives for the gifts you get him. even if it’s something as small as a new pair of socks. he will cherish it until they disappear. he adores how sweet you are and how you always show him nothing but love. you make him feel like the luckiest man on earth even on his worst days. however he hates when you get caught up in only making him happy. what he’ll do is pamper you in your favorite things and whisper sweet praises in your ear to remind you how loved you truly are.

john price. thinks it’s cute how you’ll do anything to please him. he’ll sing praises in your ears in passing and lend a gentle touch as reassurance. he’s old fashioned so although he loves what you do for him, he feels like he should do a lot of the work in the relationship. he will never let you get the chance to not prioritize yourself. he will remind you in any way possible. verbally, over text, a sticky note on the fridge. anything.

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. sweetest man ever. every time you present something you bought him, he will go insane over it. peppers you in kisses and explains how it’s the best gift he’s ever received. he never fails to make you feel special, all in return for how special you make him feel. even when you’re feeling drained from giving your all, he reminds you that everything you do is appreciated.

alejandro vargas. loves when you offer to do simple house keeping chores. especially after a long deployment or just a bad day, it helps him relax so much when you go out of your way to make his environment comfortable. he won’t let you do too much work because he knows you sometimes get ahead of yourself and overwork yourself. so he’ll usher you to come cuddle up on the couch with him.

könig. the both of you are givers. he will come home with your favorite food just because. in return, you’ll give him a massage to loosen him up a bit. however sometimes the two of you become drained at the same time, and it results in a lot of big emotions. when that happens he’ll have the two of you sit together in eachother arms and just talk about everything and nothing.

i seen someone do this with Keegan but could you pretty please write sleepy morning sex with könig 🙏🙏🙏

i can do that absolutely

tags: smut, fluffy aftercare, this is so short guys i’m sorry

you wake up to the familiar feeling of könig’s heavy, calloused hands kneading circles in your hips. you roll over and give your boyfriend a messy ‘good morning’ kiss, but instead of leaving it there, he keeps going. arms sleepily grabbing your ass and giving it soft taps. he instructs you to turn back around so the two of you are in a spooning position. he pulls your underwear to the side and pulls down his own, letting his hard, leaky dick spring onto his stomach.

“been like this all morning, maus”. he lets his lips linger by your ear as he slowly works his dick into your drooling hole. his thrusts are far more gentle than they typically are, creating an extremely comfortable and intimate moment. könig makes a trail of pinkish hickies down the side of your neck, pressing the flat of his tongue down on your pulse point. you selfishly grind your hips down into könig’s in desperate search for more. he doesn’t scold you this time, instead allowing you to make yourself feel good on his cock.

“m close kö, so sensitive in the mornings”. he grabs your hand and presses light kisses on your knuckles as you reach your high, riding it out at your own pace. he follows soon after you, finishing inside where he stays for awhile.

when he pulls out you whine at the loss of contact. könig hushes you by moving you to face him again, murmuring praises and leaving wet kisses all over your face. he wraps an arm around your lower back and you cuddle into his intoxicated scent, letting the relaxation consume you and falling back asleep.

Guys the time I spend on here is becoming concerning, but do I care no. 🤠

EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby. 

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away. 

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time. 

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that. 

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military. 

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about. 

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber. 

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do. 

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by. 

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it. 

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight. 

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open. 

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you. 

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance. 

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly. 

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider. 

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up? 

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole. 

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did. 

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it. 

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König. 

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age. 

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did. 

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name. 

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot. 

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up. 

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them. 

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later. 

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches. 

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind. 

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on. 

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it. 

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself. 

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on. 

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you. 

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off. 

He doesn’t respond. 

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him. 

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König. 

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days. 

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for. 

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence. 

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it. 

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out. 

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all. 

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen. 

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on. 

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him. 

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after. 

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze. 

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual. 

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade. 

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you. 

It’s for the best, he assures himself. 

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there. 

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself. 

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes. 

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life. 

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts. 

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt. 

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings. 

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake. 

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate. 

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet. 

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence. 

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge. 

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him. 

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you. 

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change. 

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it. 

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision. 

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff. 

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you. 

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch. 

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out. 

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss. 

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to. 

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip. 

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before. 

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it. 

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder. 

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely. 

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms. 

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan. 

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought. 

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you. 

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him. 

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle. 

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again. 

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away. 

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements. 

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips. 

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure. 

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip. 

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches. 

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements. 

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience. 

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties. 

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs. 

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it. 

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt. 

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you. 

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you. 

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look. 

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool. 

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock. 

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum. 

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause. 

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch. 

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore. 

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch. 

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you. 

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer. 

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. 

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good. 

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you. 

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist. 

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs. 

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his. 

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out. 

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap. 

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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well this is a wonderful sight? Yes I'm back, reborn and newer then ever! For now sadly I shut down my MCYT phase. Its been years and I feel like I have moved on.. now onto questions.. >>>>>> "Where did the 'Little bird' fic go?" Sadly, deleted. I know how much you guys loved it but I will make new content for now. >>>>>> "What type of content?" >>>>>> COD! and mostly big masked men ;)) >>>>>> "I'm a minor can I come in?" No, sorry dear but minors are blocked. please unfollow me IF you are a minor, although i know i do not have all the time to check through all of my followers for a child hiding in between, i will be blocking any if i find one(although most of my content will be SFW I still wont allow minors into my blog. thank you!) >>>>>> "COD? which characters?" Task force 141 KorTac And some others if you ask nicely ;) LOVE, Sweetheart.

König Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

SFW

• Konig is so nervous around you, even after you two have an established relationship he can’t help but feel shy and bashful when you say sweet things to him

• Since he has a lot of social anxiety, PDA is nearly impossible for him- not that he doesn’t want to, but because it would make him explode. He would never be ashamed of knowing you two were together, he doesn’t want to make you feel like a secret. So he will opt for hand holding (more like you holding two of his fingers cause that man is a GIANT)

• Speaking of the height, no matter if you’re 5’0 or 6’4 you will always be so small to him. His favorite pet name to call you is maus (mouse). Any other pet name he has for you always starts with ‘little’. So “little angel”, “little doll”, “little baby”, or “little lover” if he’s feeling extra romantic. And when he puts “my” in front of it? It’s like a fountain down there.

“Konig!” You yelled excitedly, running down the corridor. It had been weeks since you last saw him after he went on a mission. Even when he was in full gear and mask, you thought he was the most handsome. “Maus!” He exhaled excitedly, a sigh of relief washed over him. The tall man quickly picked you up, resting his head on you as his shoulders finally relaxed, his whole body felt like it was about to uncoil. “I missed you so much Konig.” You whispered, gently kissing his head (helmet really). “I missed you too mein kleiner Engel.” (My little angel)

• So this man is like, what? 6’7-6’10? An absolute mountain of a man. Everyone knows he’s already an absolute sweetheart, but when you guys are cuddling? Tooth rotting sweetness. His favorite position is to just lay on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and just listening to your heart as you gently play with his hair or rub his shoulders. If you want to be the little spoon? You will be practically cocooned in his arms. You want to be the big spoon? Internally he’d find it funny, but really when he feels your warmth on his back and your arms around him, he’s never felt safer, or so loved.

• His drive and motivation is always to make you feel as loved and safe and you do to him. He wants to keep you safe, he wants to make you feel so loved that there’s never a day where you doubt his love and loyalty to you. He cherishes every laugh and smile he shares with you. He wishes he could take a photo with you on missions and put it on his gun like they did during WWI and WWII- but he knows that would put you in danger. So instead he daydreams when he can, wishing you were in his arms safe and sound.

NSFW

• Technically if we want to give him a label, he’s a switch. Really he just wants to please you. Your pleasure is what gets him off. If you want to dominate and use him? Baby he’s already begging. If you want him to manhandle and fuck you stupid? His hand is already around your throat. No matter what it is (within reason) he just wants to see you enjoy yourself. Knowing that he is the reason you’re coming undone and feeling good already makes him horny beyond belief.

• He was a virgin when you two met, so when he was finally ready to lose his virginity to you, he was a stuttering and bashful mess.

“M-My…My love?” He asked, looking up with worry in his eyes. You were currently straddling his waist, both of you only in your undergarments. Your hands were on his shoulders as you gently rocked your hips over his hard on. “Yes?” You asked lowly, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. “Will I fit? N-Not that I think you can’t! Scheiße..I just..I don’t want to hurt you.” He was giving you puppy dog eyes. And honestly it was the cutest thing, you’d already given him a blowjob before, he’s seen and eaten you between your legs, but he was still afraid of not making you feel good. You appreciated it too, after all he was insanely huge, and everything was proportional. Everything. So his worry wasn’t too out of the question. “My poor baby,” you cooed, brushing your hand on his cheek; immediately taking your panties to the side, also sliding his boxers down after and rubbed your bare and wet lower half on his hard on. König let out a deep and guttural moan, leaning his head back slightly, already losing his mind. “You..mein gott..doll you feel..you feel so good- gott oh mein gott you’re so pretty. Need you, need you bad please baby. Feels so good..oh yes so so good.”

• He’s still just as whiny and begs just as much when he bottoms, always getting drunk on pleasure, and he will ramble about how pretty you are, how good you feel etc. unless you gag him. For as socially anxious as he is, he is quite the talker in bed.

• When König is the one in charge that night, first he will always ask you if there’s anything you want to avoid, anywhere he should not touch or anything he should avoid saying. He is quite literally at your command. He’ll go over the safe word a lot before getting into it. Personally, he loves the size difference between you too- especially when he’s in charge. Handling you like a ragdoll, moving you around how he pleases and pounding you to his heart’s desire is a personal guilty pleasure of his. He always starts off on the more gentle side, but if you tell him to be rough; trust he will be.

“Oh little maus, where do you think you’re going?” König asks, grabbing you behind the knee and dragging you back to him. You already came twice that night and you were starting to lose it. A harsh slap on your ass was delivered, followed by a hand tightly gripping your hair in a makeshift bun. His other hand with a vice like grip on your hip; face down ass up, just how he likes it. The tall man then resumed his assault on your body, fucking into your hole like he hated you. But the love bites all over your body said otherwise, some were light and looked like they were made with tender care; others like the few on your neck and chest were already turning red and purple, clear indents of teeth marked up all over. Quickly both of his hands were on either side of your face, his body leaning down and felt like he was going to crush you. The problem was though, you couldn’t see. The entire session you brought up the idea of a blindfold, and König is here to deliver. “Are you losing your mind yet, little maus? Can you speak for me?” He teased, his thrusts becoming slower but a lot harder. “Ah…Ah..m-more..” you moaned out softly. “Please..oh fuck..please more.” You felt both hands leave your face, now planted on your hips. “As you wish mein kleines Luder” (my little minx)

• Right after you guys are done though he smothers you in kisses and asks with a huge blush on his face, “did I make you feel good, doll? D-Did I…did I do good..too?” He just wants to be whatever you need, and he wants to be the reason you’re so sweaty and sore, because he loves you, and he wants you to feel loved too.

König NSFW Blurb

18+ Minors DNI!! Contains sexual content

CW: fingering, overstim, oral, gender neutral terms, non descriptive lower regions, begging, König is pleasure drunk (just how I like him)

Desperate moans, delirious deep grunts and hums and the tussling of sheets could be heard outside the door, the room that you and König shared. Inside the room, you laid on your back with a pillow between you and the wrinkled bedsheets to lift your lower half just enough to be devoured. In between your spread legs was the mountain of a man himself, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his usual loose mask. The balaclava was lifted over his nose, giving his mouth free roam over your sensitive lower half.

Your hand gripped the back of his mask, shaky breathes and quiet moans leaving your swollen from kisses lips. Fresh hickeys and bite marks decorating both you and your boyfriend, showing the love making not so far in the past. König’s hands wrapped over your thighs to keep them open, placing the occasional loving kiss and soft love bite. With the noises your boyfriend was making, you’d think he was the one being pleasured tonight; but to König, your pleasure is his, even egging him on as to gently rock his own hips from how pleasure drunk he as getting.

An orgasm soon ripped through your body, your legs trying to close but failed as your boyfriend continued to hold them open, licking and cleaning your juices up like a starved man. He gave you a moment, then took one of his hands, gently rubbing your extra sensitive spot in circled with his middle and pointer finger. The giant man looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, drool and juices dripping down the lower half of his face, completely breathless he says, “Please, please maus…one more time for me? Please just one? So köstlich(so delicious) I..I can’t get enough.” He then inserted the two fingers inside your hole, licking you up once more while he spoke, making your moans higher pitched and breathes more broken. “I need one more mein engel(my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?”

König HC with a reader that has healed keraunographic scars??

König x Reader w/ keraunographic scars

Comfort Fic

Omg omg my first request you got it anon! This is my first attempt at comfort or softer stuff plz let me know in the comments your thoughts or constructive criticism!

Contains: mentions of scars, insecurity, König being unsure but determined, König being a little cutie patootie

Having any form of scars is extremely normal in this field of profession. If you retire without a single scar or bullet wound you’re either extremely lucky or you got plastic surgery. Your scars, however, are extremely different. The chance of something so rare like being struck by lightning left an even rarer scaring. Deeply colored lines in the shape of tree roots and lightning itself decorated your skin, leaving beautiful but unique scars. You had grown insecure when your buddies would reminisce about where their battle scars came from. You would show them your normal scars, ones you got from face to face combat or the occasional stray bullet, but when it came to your lightning scars you did everything to avoid it. Really you just wanted to fit in, you didn’t want to be known as the person with the weird lightning scars, you wanted to be known for your talents in the field.

A few days after you got back to base from a mission, you decided to keep your mind from wandering and went to the base’s fitness gym. It was around 4am when you went, assuming no one would be around so you could shed some layers and work out without overheating. Once you got into the gym, you flicked the lights on and saw no one was there. Good.

You got your hair out of the way and took off your camo green military issued shirt, revealing a tank top underneath. Your scars decorated your newly exposed skin, the deep colors bouncing off the overhead lights. You put your earbuds in, queued your favorite music and began your normal routine of workouts. Towards the end, you didn’t notice the doors to the gym opening, and a particular man who you had a particular crush on came in, wearing his usual mission gear other than his vest he wears on his front. His eyes immediately went to you, specifically, to your skin, parts of you he knows no one else at the base has seen. König could not stop staring, thinking your scars were absolutely captivating to him, reminding him of deep roots, lightning and tree branches. Absolutely beautiful.

You sighed, putting the gym equipment down and wiped the sweat from your forehead, taking an earbud out after stretching. You mindlessly looked into the mirrors that were placed against an entire wall, your heart sinking into your stomach and your eyes widening as you saw König staring at you. You quickly grabbed your green shirt and put it back on, speed walking to the exit as you mumbled a “sorry.” But you were stopped. König had gently placed his hand in front of your face, too scared to actually touch you, not knowing how you’d feel about it.

“Why do you hide your skin?” He asked gently, taking his hand away once he saw your turn and face him, craning your head to look up at him. “E..Excuse me?” You asked back, folding your arms and clutching your shirt. König tilted his head slightly, leaning down and tried to speak clearer, “your marks,” he said, “why do you hide them?”You made eye contact for a moment before both of you nervously looked away, the tall man waiting for any sort of response.

“I don’t want people to pay attention to them,” you whispered.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I want to be remembered for my work, my efforts and for me. I know if people saw them they’d know me first for my scars.” You admitted, it wasn’t like you were hiding that information, it’s just that no one asked in the first place since they didn’t know you had them anyways.

König took a minute, picking up that this conversation was a little sensitive for you, wanting to choose the best words to convey his opinion as honest but as kind as he could. “I think..” he started, looking at your lips, then your eyes, trying best to keep eye contact with you, and vise versa. “I think they make you look prettier.”

After he realized what he said and how it could be interpreted, he quickly stood at full height but waved his hands worriedly. “N-Not that I thought you were pretty! Well I did! Scheiße…(fuck) What..What I’m trying to say..” König took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead and eyes before finishing his thought, “you….you look pretty to me.” He mumbled, looking away and picked at his gloved hands, “you always have…even…jesus christus…even know- especially now!” You could tell the poor boy was panicking, and you wanted to alleviate some of his anxiety.

“König?” Your tone was soft but inquisitive.

“Yes?” He asked back, leaning down once more, staring at your lips.

“I think you’re pretty too. Even now. Especially now.” You smiled. The tall man’s eyes widened again for the hundredth time that night, gulping deeply as his hands began to shake. Was this real?

“You..do?”

You nodded, grabbing his left hand, kissing his glove before leaning in and hugging him, your cheek smooshed against his chest. König froze, hardly breathing as he looked down at you. He took a deep breath and gently placed one hand on your back and the other on your head.

You spoke up, “want to see all of them, then?”

“I’ll show you mine if you…show me yours.”

You chuckled and slightly blushed at his response, leaving him a little confused but happy he could make you feel more comfortable around him.

Poly Ghost & König x reader Headcanons

I’m a whore for both of these men so why not have them both at the same time

CW: nsfw headcanons below

Minors DNI

Also this isn’t proofread but I’ll probably proofread it later tho

SFW

Both of these men are usually gone together out on missions, but sometimes they are put on different missions so you can have one home while the other is gone sometimes.

When both of these men are gone on the same mission, they both talk about you in passing, wondering what you are doing, if you’re safe and alright, and how much they miss you.

One time after a mission, they were at a bar very close to their base, celebrating not only the successful mission but also the fact they were going to be on their way home back to you. The giant men were both drunk enough to slightly sway when they sat still, slurring their words. That’s when König had an idea.

König held out his military issued phone, looking down at the screen. The good thing about those phones was that neither the caller or the receiver’s location could be traced, so most soldiers used the phones to make important phone calls home after or before missions to check in with loved ones.

“I want to call them,” König slurred, groaning as he leaned his head back, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. “They’re probably…asleep.” Ghost argued, downing the last of his beer and setting it down on the table. Ghost looked at the other man lovingly, he wanted to call you too, he missed your voice, but he knew with the time zone difference you were probably deep in sleep.

König groaned again, looking back down at the phone screen, your number on the screen ready to be called. The Austrian placed the phone screen up on the table, rubbing his face before sighing again, “f..hic..fine.” He wasn’t looking as his hand lowered to pick up the phone, both men looked down at the phone once they heard a ringing noise. Looking down, they saw König’s pointer finger directly on the call button, realizing they were calling you.

Ghost rubbed the bridge of his nose, not expecting you to pick up. But he quickly leaned closer to the phone when he heard a groggy, “hello? Who is this?” It was you. König smiled under his mask, smiling as he spoke. “H..Hi maus! We miss you so much!” Ghost gently grabbed the phone from König, speaking gently into it, you could tell both men were drunk. “Sorry..sorry doll,” Ghost began, slurring a little, “we didn’t mean to, but god we miss you.”

König leaned over the table to also speak closer to the phone, “we’re coming home s..s..soon!” Ghost smiled and rubbed the other man’s upper arm. “Go back to sleep dolly, you’ll see..hic…see us very soon.” You chuckled over the line, so happy to hear your lovers over the phone. Truth be told you didn’t care that they woke you up, you were content with finally hearing back from them. “I miss you two so much,” you confessed, “you didn’t forget about me while you’ve been out, have you?” You teased, wanting to egg them on a little.

“Of course not!” König exclaimed, “we..we talk about you all the..hic..all the time!” Ghost rubbed the other man’s arm again, trying to calm him down. “Of course not pretty..could..could never forget you.” Hearing that over the phone made you want to tear up, hearing that almost made you well up on the spot. “Alright, well, you two get some rest ok? I’ll see you back home very soon,” you sighed, stretching before you said, “I love you two very much. Come back home to me, ok?” “Love you..love you so much maus!” König began, quickly grabbing and kissing the phone screen before it was grabbed back by ghost, “Love you so much doll, we’ll always come back to you. Always.”

They’re absolutely smitten over you. Clearly.

When they do come back home, immediately it’s a mess of desperate hugs and smothering kisses, words of affirmation hung in the air. “Missed you”, “needed you,” “love you so much” and many more.

Because both of these men are so large, you’re almost always in the middle when it comes to cuddling or sleeping. Usually when it comes to watching movies and cuddling on the couch, your head is usually on König’s lap and the rest of your body on Ghost’s lap.

When it comes to sleeping, being in the middle is the most convenient. Giant arms wrapped around you and each other, not squishing you but keeping you and each other close enough where it felt like you were surrounded by literal blankets of security.

When you three go out in public together, some people assume you’re some popular celebrity, considering two 6+ feet masked men were either behind or next to you, holding your shopping bags, groceries, or simply just there. Nobody ever bothers you.

If they do step away from you and find out someone hit on you, catcalled, or made a rather inappropriate remark to you? They aren’t above taking that individual to a nearby ally and giving them a lesson on manners. As much as they love you, and as gentle and loving as they are to you, they are still very cold soldiers, and some things are just instinct or what they view as truly deserved consequences, even if they are a little violent.

There isn’t anything they won’t do for you. There isn’t anyone they won’t get rid of for you. All they want is your happiness, you showed these two men that they are deserving of something good, something forgiving and soft, you showed them that they can experience romance and compassion. And in return, they want to make you feel safe, happy, and loved. Always.

NSFW

Like my previous König hc, his pleasure is his partner(s) pleasure. If you guys are feeling good, so is he.

Ghost is sort of the same way, but he’s noticeably a bit more dominant. Poor boy has been through so much, so feeling like he has a little control when it comes to your and König’s pleasure makes him feel good.

Sometimes one will just watch as you and the other make love, and sometimes there is no power dynamic, just pure love making between you three. Desperate moans, sighs and fleeting touches. Deep groans, grabbing, and rubbing. Sometimes all three of you are so desperate you just need to feel each other.

When there is a power dynamic though, it switches. Sometimes (more often) Ghost assumes the role as the dominant one. Again, being in control is something that is comforting considering his past.

“C’mon doll, you can take it, right?” Ghost teased, holding your head down on his shaft, your nose brushing against his stomach; he groaned when he looked down and saw your glossy eyes looking back up at him. He pulled you off by your hair, then shoving your mouth down on König’s shaft not giving you a second to breathe. König’s hips twitched and shakily thrusted himself in your mouth, making you gag around him. The tall Austrian whined and looked down at you with love, then turning to look at the other masked man in the room. “S..Simon,” he began sheepishly, “I can’t hold..oh Scheiße..it’s been..half an hour.”

Ghost looked back down at you, letting go of your hair and then said, “go on. You can do it yourself, can’t you pretty?” Making you nod, placing your hands on König’s thighs and began to suck him off at your own pace. Ghost then started to jerk himself, taking his other hand and grabbed the back of König’s neck, making eye contact with the other man as he spoke, “you can cum whenever you want to, you can shoot as many loads down their throat as you want. But we don’t..oh shit..we don’t stop till I say so.” Both men’s breathes were getting heavier, Ghost now moving König’s head to look down at you.

“Look at them,” Ghost began, seeing König’s hand gently rub your head and cheek lovingly, holding himself back from grabbing your hair. “Don’t they look so..yeah..so pretty? Aren’t they so good? Yeah? Tell them how good their mouth makes you..fuck..makes you feel.” Ghost demanded, jerking himself off faster as he watched you make König twitch and lose his mind. It was going to be a long night.

If you ask nicely, both these men will take you the way you like. Taking and pounding every hole you have, unloading everything inside of you, no matter where, but always and only inside.

König will always be the more gentle one, but when he knows you want both the men do me more dominant, he will rough you up a little too.

Load moans and multi paced wet slapping could be heard in your shared room. Inside you were sandwiched between two tall and muscular men. Your legs in the air while two different pairs of arms held you up, König’s lips on the back of your neck and head, moaning and whispering in your ear. “Doing so good for me baby, you…oh yeah…can take a little more can’t you? Mein perfekter kleiner Engel? (My perfect little angel)Can’t..can’t you? Scheiße..know you can I know you can.” A hand wrapped around your throat gently, not enough to completely choke you out but enough to make you a little dizzy. “Take it mein kleines luder (my little minx), so..yeah just like..like that- so proud of you.”

König was definitely more vocal when he was the one dominating, he wanted it to be made clear in your cock drunk mind that even though he was in charge, he still wanted you to feel good. Ghost on the other hand, was just focused on leaving dark red love bites all over your body and König. All over your neck, shoulders, and chest was absolutely littered in bites and kisses. Deep crescent indents were marked into the meat of your thighs, deep and fast rhythmic thrusting taking place in between your thighs. You could tell both men were close the less rhythmic they started to get, you could also tell because Ghost was getting a little focal.

“You can take it, right doll? How many times have we unloaded in you, huh?” Ghost asked, but he knew you were too far gone to answer. “Take it, take it like the good toy you are for us.” Your moans quickly got louder, your thighs shaking as the men thrusted quicker and harder; followed by both men groaning and twitching inside you, both men leaning on you and each other as they breathed heavily, quiet “good job”, “so pretty”, “proud of you”s whispered in your ear, kissing you oh so softly.

Ghost took himself out of you, König then placing you on the bed as Ghost went to grab a warm towers for you. Both men never stopped telling you how amazing you are, how much they love you, how important you are to them. No matter how rough they are with you, no matter how long they are gone on missions, no matter how many problems arise, they will always, always love you. They will always do anything to make you happy. You have showed these mens what true unfiltered love is, and there is nothing they won’t do to make sure you are secure, safe, and loved by them.

Hi loves! Hope you enjoyed! There’s probably a few typos- sorry! Recently got my nails done so typing is a bit hard atm. I really hope you guys like this idea though of poly ghost and könig <3 lmk if you ever want to see this again!!!

Coz of that polyam ghost x reader x könig headcanons this meme is all i could think of

100% accurate

Hey (^^)/

I don't know if you accept questions, but if you do ... i'm curious, what do you think could be Königs first name? 🤔

(I love your writing by the way😘)

~⛰

Hi love!

I like to think he has a cute name like Tobias, you could call him Toby or smth like that

Or maybe Theodore? The name Theodore makes me think of a teddy bear so it might be perfect for König- you could also call him Theo for short

I also like León (like Leon Kennedy I’m sorry I’m a whore for him too)

Lmk what you guys think! Thank you 🏔 for your question <3

hi! to go off the anon who asked for the König request with the reader with the keraunographic scars—

could i request König drawing them and the reader reacting to the drawings? maybe König could use colourful paint to trace the scars or something, something really sweet and fluffy 😁

König x Reader with Keraunographic scars pt. 2

Thank you so much for your request! This is such a cute little idea so why not add it to the actual story?

All fluff and feel good stuff :) no content warning!! Feel free to request anything my inbox is open!

It had been a while since your incident with König, after you and him had a very messy, “I like you”, “I like you too”, “date me?”, “wait I was going to ask you though?”, you two are very happy together. You both understand that revealing certain aspects of your bodies can be very stressful; you with your scars and König his face.

However, you both shared those aspects on your own times, and that led to this current situation you two shared.

It was the usual for you two when it came from time away from missions, you resting on your bed stomach down, reading your favorite book, and König sitting criss cross at the end of your bed, sketchbook in hand. The comforting sound of graphite scratching against the paper near you was very familiar to you, occasionally you would catch König drawing you. One time you caught him doing that, in which you grabbed your own pencil and drew König next to you on the paper, drawing a heart in between; to say that made König fall in love all over again would be an understatement- he keeps that drawing in a very safe place.

On this day, you felt comfortable enough to not wear layers which covered your scars, letting your skin finally breathe after such an amount of time. You perked up when you heard König had stopped drawing, you turned your head to see him nervously looking at you and back at the drawing and so on. You smiled fondly and completely turned over, putting your book down and sitting up and facing him, raising your brows in curiosity.

König swallowed hard and stammered for a moment, hesitantly handing you his sketchbook with sweaty hands. Before you could even look at it, he was already defending himself. “You just..just looked so pretty meine kleine Liebe.. (my little love)..I..I couldn’t help it.”

You looked down fondly at the drawing, and saw a detailed drawing of you sitting on a fancy bench with a bed of flowers in front of you, and large floral bushes behind you. You were positioned in a way where your scars were visible, but you found that König had drawn you with such love, he drew you like you were a true angel. “Can I ask you something, love?” You asked softly, taking one last look at the drawing before handing it back. König nodded eagerly, taking the book back gently.

“Do you really think I look that good?” You asked with a chuckle, looking at his masked face into his beautiful blue eyes. You saw said eyes widen, watching him place the sketchbook down and scoot closer to you, placing his hand gently on your cheek and stroked your face with his thumb. “Of course my doll,” he spoke with almost a worried tone, “you are..th..the most beautiful, handsome, g..gorgeous…göttlich (divine). You are my muse.”

You blushed and placed a kiss on his clothes nose, then his cheek, then lifted his mask and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You then pulled back, taking his hand and held it, then asking, “could I pose for you someday?”

“mein Engel (my angel)…you’ll kill me.”

König begging for reader, basically a continuation of the fic you wrote of him eating reader out pls

König NSFW Blurb continuation

Hi loves! Thank you so much anon for your request! You guys absolutely loved the original post, so I hope I don’t disappoint

CW: sexual situation, König being desperate for you, overstimulation, begging, degradation, cum inside (wrap before you tap!), König is a switch, reader is a switch, dom König, choking, (I hope I could describe the positions good enough), aftercare!! For both you and König, reader being written with AFAB body in mind, but gender neutral pronouns used

MINORS DNI

(The gif is def König under the mask)

“I need one more mein Engel (my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?” (Mouse).” König continued to finger your hole, standing up more, his grip on your legs then causing you to slowly be almost held upside down, as much as you whined and shook, his grip kept you right where he wanted you to be. From your position, you could feel his hard on against your back, finding it unfair in your pleasure drunk mind that he still had his pants on. As you felt your orgasm slowly approach, you moved slowly to the side, feeling blood rush to your head from being held almost upside down. With some new wiggle room from moving to the side, you moved your arm behind yourself more comfortably and rubbed his shaft over his pants.

You could not only hear, but could physically feel him shudder from your touch, the new found pleasure making the tall man feel more need to have you. Soon your went from rubbing over his pants, to sliding your hands and moving his pants and boxers out of the way, with a little of König’s help. In the middle of jerking König off, your orgasm came and rocked you off your rhythm, feeling white hot pleasure.

König gently placed you down on the bed, rubbing your abdomen tenderly. “How..how are you? Love?” He asked, placing kisses all over the lower half of your body. You let out a deep sigh, feeling like you hadn’t taken a proper breath in a while. You lifted your hands, placing them on the side of König’s head and coaxed him closer to your own. Your eyes were blown out with lust, mouth agape and still panting, dried tears staining your red and puffy cheeks. “Give me more, love? Can you? For me?” You asked. Your gentle tone was sweet to König, but your request went straight to his dick.

He placed a loving kiss on your lips, looking down at you with such love and admiration in his eyes. “Anything..anything for meine kleine maus (my little mouse).” He then started to place gentle kisses all over your face and jaw, then taking his attention between your legs again. He kneeled down, his thighs between your own to keep them separated, he then grabbed your hips and pulled them towards himself. He rubbed gentle circles on your hips, getting lost in his thoughts.

You noticed he was only rubbing your hips, which made you look up and ask if he was ok. König snapped out of his thoughts and apologized, “Es tut mir leid (I’m sorry) my love..” he paused for a moment, a blush creeping up on his face. “You just look..so divine right now.” He looked away bashfully, before he took a more sturdy grip on both your hips, slowly inserting himself into you.

He leaned back down, his nose brushing against yours and you both let out a content sigh. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed kisses all over his jaw, biting and nipping at his neck. Your hungry assault on his neck made König’s hips stutter, he was trying to be gentle and loving with you, but, “careful love..I’m trying to be gentle..please?” You chuckle mischievously, whispering in his ear, “love it when you beg handsome.”

König’s pace quickly picked up, his grunting and heavy breathing tickling your ear, your lips all over his face and neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist soon after, your moans picking up also as you both got lost in pleasure. König lifted himself up and away from your face, his forearms on either side of your face. “Can I? Please? I need..schieße..need to..please? Need you bad..need you now..so good.” You knew was he was asking, König always preferred to cum inside you. It didn’t matter if you could or couldn’t get pregnant, that’s not why he did it. He did it because he loved to feel you spasm around him, to watch it leak out of you just so he could push it back in. It was something that pleases the secret possessive side of him that he hides. You knew you could get more of his sweet begs out of him, and you definitely felt a little mean today.

You placed your hand on his abdomen, and he immediately obeyed and stopped pounding into you. He let out a very shaky breath, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at you with needy eyes. “If you need it that bad,” you started, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip, making him look like he was actually pouting, “you can beg better than that.” König looked up at the ceiling, sweat dripping down his chest, he then looked back down at you, one of his hands threatening to wrap around your throat from how close he was, and how frustrated he is.

“Please darling..I..Ich k..komme gleich.. (I’m about to come), fuck I can’t..” you could see he was losing it, his hips kept stuttering, you could appreciate how loyal he was to following your needs and wants, but he could only take so much before he cracked. “I..I can’t..m’ sorry..m’ so sorry. Want to..Want to please you, I do. B..But..” König leaned down, you could tell there was a sudden shift in his demeanor when he placed his lips right next to your ear, “If you want me that bad, you’ll have to beg me to slow down..Schlampe.” (Slut.)

You were then taken by surprise as his right hand came and placed itself on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your brain fuzzy, but you welcomed every part of König’s new mood. He was probably just so desperate to cum he felt he needed to take control, and both you and him still enjoyed this just as much. König looked down and where you two connected, feeling his orgasm getting closer as yours did at well. He placed his other hand on your most sensitive area between your legs and rubbed just enough to rip an orgasm right out of you.

“Halt Still.” (Hold still) He demanded, gripping your throat tighter, his thrusts inside of you fast and deep, you were sure there was going to be bruises on your inner thighs and his pelvis the way he was pounding into you. You were left limp but stiff underneath him, at this point being used as his own personal toy, his own cumdump. “Das maschst du gut.” (You’re doing well.) He praised, his hand on your throat then traveling up and gripping either side of your face, making your lips pucker. König sank down and kissed you once again, with just as much love but a little more passion.

The man let out a very guttural moan and leaned away from your mouth, now wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his face in your neck, he was so deeply enamored in pleasure that he could not think in English, there was so much he wanted to say in that moment, how good you felt, how much he loved you, how he actually liked holding your neck in his hands, but he himself was getting extremely pleasure drunk as he used your hole for his own pleasure.

“Ich will in dir kommen.” (I want to come inside you) “P..P..Please?” You knew what he was asking, few times he’s gotten this lost, but you could piece it together. Too tired to speak, you nodded at him. Immediately his thrusts got sloppy, quick but with no rhythm. “Ich..Ich komme…mein Liebe (I’m..I’m cumming…my love) ..oh!-“ His hips stopped snapping against you as a breathless gasp escaped him, his load filling you to the brim, you could feel some leak out of your hole and onto your inner thighs.

König thrusted a few more times, much more gently before he finally stilled, collapsing on top of you for a minute before he got up again. The tall man looked down at you exhausted, rubbing your cheek and placing a kiss on your forehead. He then sat up and took himself out of you, his eyes widening as he saw your inner thighs, angry love bites dancing along your skin, along with your entire inner thighs also being red from his thrusting.

Without another word, he put his boxers back on, rushing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm semi wet wash cloth, with a cold one as well. He placed the cold wash cloth onto your forehead since you looked so hot and sweaty. He took care of the mess he made in between your thighs. Once he was context, he placed the warm cloth in the dirty clothes before he came back to your side on the bed.

König gently picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom so you could use the bathroom. (Pee after sex guys!) Once you were done, he took you back to the bedroom, placing you back on the bed as he finally spoke. “I’m..I’m so sorry for being rough mein Liebe. (My love) Did I hurt you? Are you..oh gott..are..are you upset at me?” He asked, going into his closet and coming back with a clean pear of cotton underwear and one of his shirts. He learned that after you two make love, you find it more comfortable to wear his clothes as it’s easier to breathe and regulate your temperature in them; also it smelled like him so win win.

“Oh no love, of course I’m not upset at you! Come here handsome,” you motioned for him to come to the bed, as he sat you pushed him down onto the pillows where you once were, you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands going into his hair. “I’d never be upset at you, plus I like it when you take the lead sometimes.” You confessed with a chuckle, making König look away in embarrassment again. “Seeing you feel good makes me feel good pretty boy,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I..I like seeing you feel good too,” he murmured, “makes me feel good..t..too.”

König sat up and held you, mumbling about how pretty he thinks you are, and how much he loves you. “Do anything for you pretty..anything for mein kleiner Engel…(my little angel)love you..love you so much.”

Hi so I wrote this while super tired, so if there are errors I’ll probably fix them in a few hours- hope you König fiends had your fix- my requests are open!

I was wondering if I could do a request for a könig x f!reader x ghost where the reader has really bad ptsd from parents that were emotionally abusive and manipulative towards her, causing her to be a people pleaser and doing whatever is best for everyone else except for her? Btw I love your work! 100/10 🫶

König x Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley Fluff

Of course I can do that!! As a people pleaser myself I’m indulging from this ask rn 😈

No content warning! Mentions of anxiety and past abuse, gender neutral wording for reader to be inclusive

Since the beginning, nothing has been easy for you. Born into a world where your parents were less than ideal, often yelling at you, emotionally neglecting or manipulating you- reinforcing behavior that still effects you today. To always do acts of service for those you care for, always putting the needs of others over your own.

The last thing you’d ever want is to put your own “selfish” needs and acts above your own, even when a situation calls for you to be “selfish”. Being in a relationship with two men, specifically two men whose job calls for them to be in constant danger and new wounds makes those behaviors be enabled tenfold.

Everytime your boys come home, you always clean the house from head to toe the day before, almost making it so clean one would think no one even lives in it. After all, “I don’t want them to come home to a dirty home they can’t relax in.” You’d say to yourself. Then when they do come home, you’re all over the both of them. Doting on their new wounds even though they’ve already been dressed by medics from the field, giving them kisses and doting on them like the two are made of glass.

You always insist the two men immediately lay down on the couches or the bed, taking turns to massage their sores and muscle knots, as tired as you might be that day from working so hard for them, the feeling of your hard working boys finally, truly relax under your fingers makes you swell with pride. You feed them their favorite foods, Simon getting a homemade British meal to make him feel truly at home, and König the same with a traditional Austrian meal he shared with you a while ago.

Hearing them hum in delight as they both praise the food, “ s’good doll, missed this.” Simon would say, holding back from completely wolfing down the dish in front of him. König already half done with his meal in a matter of minutes, “Dreamed of eating this again, Danke Liebling (thank you darling).”

Hearing the praise come from both your boys as you cleaned dishes in the sink made you smile, putting in so much effort for them to be happy and said efforts being clearly appreciated made it all worth it. Even without the praise you’d still do it, you just want your partners to be happy with your efforts, and to be happy with you. But while you were cleaning the dishes, you noticed how sore your back and feet were. You pushed yourself extra hard for their return today since they were gone for longer than usual.

You swallowed the slight pain and soreness and took their empty plates from them, planting kisses on Simon’s cheek and König’s head and walked back to the sink. Both boys stood up soon after, both on either side of you, their hands gently caressing your body. König’s hands went and wrapped to one side of your waist, Simon on the other side of your waist. Simon took his other hand and tenderly rubbed your back, mumbling a, “love you s’much”; but his gentle words paused when a quiet wince and jolt escaped you as he rubbed a certain spot on your upper back.

König also jumped a little from your reaction, taking his hands off of you as Simon did the same. König’s eyes furrowed in worry as he looked down at you, “Liebling? Are you alright?” He asked. “Did I hurt you, doll? I’m sorry-“ Simon began, his hands still held awkwardly in the air as he didn’t know what to do with them. You quickly looked at the two of them, grabbing their hands and holding them, the last thing you wanted was to worry the two.

“I’m ok! I promise,” you said, trying to adjust your feet and only put pressure on one of them for comfort, “just a little sore,” you smiled, “it’s nothing I can’t handle loves.” You let go of their hands and looked down at the sink, you were finally done. “How about we just watch a movie together in the living room? A new [your favorite movie series] movie came out while you two were gone.” Both the boys nodded and headed towards the living room, but quickly noticed you were walking a lot slower than you usually did.

Simon quickly figured out that you were probably sore, motioning for König to go get you. The Austrian nodded and went over, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the living room. Simon queued up the new movie on the tv, sitting down and patting his lap for you and König. The other man placed your upper body down on Simon while he gingerly took your legs into his own. Simon began to very gently rub the knots and sores in your back, and König your feet.

You began to protest, saying you were fine, “I want you two to relax,” you said, trying to move König’s hands from your feet, your hands being patted away by his own with such gentleness, but it was still assertive. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, I don’t want you two to feel like you have to work for me too.” You confessed, turning a little to face Simon and pushing his hands back from you. Both men then realized that you might have a problem with letting other people take care of you, and that you might be a people pleasure. You told both of them a little about your past and your upbringing, but you told them enough for them to now connect the dots that this behavior and reaction to being doted on is one that is out of your control, and needs work.

König then spoke up, “Honey, both of us wanted to come home to you everyday. We are devoted to you, maus.” He took your feet back into his hands and rubbed the sole again, but very slowly and gently. Simon then placed a kiss on your temple and rubbed your shoulders, “he’s right, absolutely devoted. We know being away isn’t easy for you,” he paused, there was so much he wanted to say, but he also needed to work on himself and being vulnerable with his own emotions, but he still tried. “We want to do this for you,” he whispered. König nodded in agreement, “please? Let us do this for you. You do so much for us. Was würde ich ohne dich tun?” (What would I do without you?”)

“What would WE do without you.” Simon corrected, making you chuckle. Then you realized they were serious, they really did want to take care of you, and if that’s what your boys wanted, if this would make them happy, you couldn’t deny them. “Just this one time.” You mumbled, making the two men smile. Both knowing that this would be the start for you letting them in some more. Both also knowing there would be many, many more times.

“Love you s’much doll.”

“Love you forever Liebling.”

“Don’t know what we’d ever do without you.”

mini witch headcanon

Konig x witch reader

You are one of five sister witches, born from the same demon raised by the same witch who grew up together. As the youngest you didn’t have a familiar, you had seen all the familiar your sisters have. A bear, wolf, hawk, and a black panther. All majestic but very… cold.

You wanted something a little more friendly and a little less demanding…. However, the gods have deemed fit you have rotten luck. You were gifted the most horrendously ugly octopus you have ever seen. Slimy and clingy. Your first thought it eat. Deep fry it, with some nice sauces. Then the little squirt transforms. You could no longer eat it. You tried throwing it back into the ocean but the little filthy thing kept coming back clinging to Your skin. Its favorite place to hang out was your chest its tentacles touching your face. You walked the lands keeping your familiar in your hat. When the witch hunt began…. having a massive behemoth of a man on your side was very useful. ----------------

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Mini witch story part one

Part 1, Part 3,

Rua walked over to the table last to arrive, her wolf familiar probably ran off to who knows where. She looked exhausted and behind her walking in shame was her familiar, Soap as she calls him. Apparently, when he was a pup he ate a bar of soap.

“You’re late,” Cordelia chimes in a teacup in her hand. As the oldest, she was the first to receive her demonic animal familiar, a big ol’ brown bear. For an old man, he sure can move fast when he is needed.

“I think you should put him through dog disciplinary training,” Sula said, this earned a growl from the wolf.

“Enough,” Rua sighs collapsing into her seat, “we are here for you,” she turns to me. You held onto my cup of milk.

As the youngest, physically, and mentally even though we all started at the same time. You were frozen in time and space. You look around, they are so much older, and time has taken ahold of them.

“Our Sire will give you a familiar,” Ophelia spoke up setting her cup of vodka down. “Then you can leave this Forrest and explore the world.”

“Why do I have to have a familiar?” You ask.

“In your absence, the mortals began a witch trial,” Rua spoke, “your familiar is there to keep you safe.”

“How?”

“In their humanoid form, they have their animal attributes.”

“Like eating Soap?” Your sisters broke out into waves of laughter and looked at the poor wolf who looked down at his feet.

“Do you have any animals in mind?” Cordelia asks.

“Fluffy. Likes to be around me. Strong. Friendly. Not so demanding… a cat.”

The forest grew cold as the trees warp around you all. Soon your Demonic sire who turned you all to witches walked from the trees. You get up and bow to him.

“Little one,” he begins, “I have your familiar.” You feel yourself blooming into a smile. From his hands, a black mass forms and falls to the ground.

Slime.

“WHAT IS THIS?” You shout poking the weird slimy creature. It lunged at you and gripped your leg. You let out the most horrific scream, and kick her leg throwing it off you. “WHY IS IT UGLY?”

From the back, you hear your sister cackling at you. The little slimy black thing slithers towards you. You look up at your Demon Sire who gives you a blank stare.

“Give me a cat!”

“He is very loyal.” Your sire says.

“HES UGLY AND SMALL!” You shout back picking it up with your staff.

“It’s an octopus,” Sula stated calmly. “A delicacy in Asia.”

“I DON’T WANT IT!” You look at your demonic father only to find him glaring at you. You stare at the little black blob, his Beaty blue eyes staring up at you. You think it’s glaring at you.

It moves closer climbing up your bare legs and to your chest. It sat right above your breast and two long appendages moved to your face. Your skin crawls and you feel the ICK coming. You grab it and punt it to the ground.

“ITS A PERV!” You scream and turn to your sisters for help. Rua turns away laughing to herself.

“You can always throw it away in a far-off land.” Ophelia offer.

“Don’t be foolish, our Familiars have an innate ability to find us,” Sula said.

Fear seeps into your skin. This creepy ugly perverted little thing was attached to you forever. You wanted to cry.

Your Sire and sister left you with these things.

It kept trying to climb up your leg.

You grab it by the head and look it over. An idea hit you.

“I can eat you!” You said a creepy smile crossing your face. Its little eyes and tentacles began to thrash around. You shove it into your bag and rush off to get some sauces and some vegetables.

How would you cook it? On a stove? In water? In bread? You shrug it had eight tentacles you had eight tries.

Your cauldron boiling, cutting board ready you grab the ugly thing and a knife ready to slice it up.

It transforms. In front of you is a huge tall man. You stare at his naked form. It glared at you, through a hood, holding your wrist.

“Let go!”

“NEIN!” He growls out his voice higher pitch than you would have guessed.

“Transform!”

“NEIN!” He said again.

“I am your master!”

“Du worst much night essen.” He snaps. He glared at him. You grab his hood and soon tentacles come out gripping your fingers. You screech and yank your hand away. He chuckles.

You wanted to strangle this man.

You finally agree not to eat him, and in return he lets you go. You also forced him into some clothes. You glared at him, and he watched you closely.

You grab your grimoire and put it into your bag. You are traveling, seeing the world! Staff in hand you walk out of the forest.

The sunset was absolutely stunning, the cliffside falls to crystal clear waters. The smell of freedom was intoxicating.

You feel the skin-crawling sensation of suction cups crawling up your legs you look down to see the disgusting thing crawling up your legs and to your boobs again. You grab it and shove it into your bag trapping it inside.

This bitch was ruining your moment. ------------

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Mini Witch

Part2,

You have no idea where you are. You could smell salty and your hair felt crusty and icky. On the other hand, the little blob, König (it calls itself that you refer it as Takoyaki) was crawling along leading you through the trees and soon onto flat airid plans. The flatness turns dry and sandy and there is the ocean.

The little ugly brat vanishes into the water leaving you on the beat.

You could walk away!

You did.

You could smell the scent of civilization (manure). The small village is quant. You found yourself walking from one shot to another. Your sister had left you a note.

“It is easier for your familiar to protect you if they have a weapon.” You found yourself in front of a weapon smith shop. Nothing struck you until a massive axe, like an executioner’s blade.

You needed a few things and had a few money. You needed food for travel new footwear where and a new cloak for the cold.

As night falls you walk back to the ocean to find your very much unhappy and very ungrateful familiar waiting for you. He transforms into a soggy ass man.

“Here, Takoyaki,” he took the ace and stared at it. He swung it around a few times before nodding like it was for him well.

You spend the night on the beach. The cool air of the ocean keeps the summer heat off you. You awoke feeling slimy and sticky. You look down to find your stupid familiar sleeping on your breast again.

“Perv,” you gran it off your skin and drop it into the sand. He curled up as if you dropped a slug in salt. His eyes open and he glared at you.

You get up clean up your clothes and gather your things, that cloak should be done soon.

“Wohin gehst du?” He asks, I look at him, he’s in his human form. A massive hunk of a man. If he wasn’t a familiar you would have surely pounced on him.

“I bought something wait here.” He sat there and you could have sworn it was pouting.

Something was odd.

Your skin crawled the moment you walked into the Villegas. The air was tense and eyes watched you. They were judging and pointing to you. Fear creeps up your back, you stand out like a sore thumb. You kept your head low and got moving but their eyes never stopped staring at you.

You pick up your cloak and try rushing out of the village. Your heart beat loudly in your chest, and fear gripped your mind… if you had a soul your soul be grasped.

“WITCH!” a man in black yells, all the blood rushes from your face as you feel your heartbeat I your ear. You turn and to your horror men on horseback and bow and arrows are waiting.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

You stare on eyes wide like a kitten, body frozen like a baby deer. You were nothing but a child in the face of adults… even if you were a few centuries older than them. You weren’t ready!

Where were your sisters when you needed them? Maybe you should have traveled with them for the first few trips as they suggested.

Your mind went to your familiar… that little thing can’t save you…

Your hands itch and the next thing you know, staff and hand shooting out magic. Fireballs rain down as arrows fly your way. You ran, shoot magic as you did so.

You had nowhere to go! Your sisters were nowhere to protect you. You're a dead witch running.

As your lungs burn and your angry voice screams for your head and your dismemberment. You only had one way out. That stupid ugly thing.

You collapse onto the sand but you can’t find your stupid familiar anywhere.

You’re going to die.

“WITCH!” You froze and stiffen.

You have no energy left. You turn around and back into the ocean. There is a small line were archer ready to shoot you dead.

Arrows fly.

“KÖNIG!” You shout.

The waters erupted. Tentacles shoot out and you turn to find a large monstrous humanoid tentacles man. The small axe in his hand looks like a toothpick. You cast an increasing size magic on it and soon the axe fit his new size.

He swung it, cutting man and horse apart, blood oozing into the sands.

You fall into his tentacles.

“He is very loyal”

“Maybe having a familiar doesn’t suck…

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omggg??!!! i think i'm going crazy, soooo hear me out

singledad!könig takes his daughter to reader!therapist to help with her sensory issues and ends up falling in love with this sweet and understanding woman 😭

Single dad! König didn’t go the first… ten times because of work. So the Reader!therapist mostly did things his daughter could do for herself. Reader!Therapist specialize in autism and other neurodivergence. The time Single dad! König joins along Reader!Therapist nearly lost her shit, stumbling and blubbering on. This 6’10” man who had a firm glare and snarl with scars across his face and arms.

On the other hand, seeing Reader!Therapist trying to hide his daughter from him really caught his eye. The entire time it was mostly the Reader!Therapist and Single Dad! König taking, and how autism is presented. While his daughter played with the dry board water paint.

“Young girls with Autism are more likely to try to conform to social norms; however, during puberty and high school, they begin to fall behind their fellow students. Autism never fully comes by themselves, she could also have ADHD, Dyslexia, Seizures, or other Learning Disabilities,” Reader speaks up. König looks over to his daughter who is crouched on her chair playing in the sand, lost in her own world.

From then on Single Dad! König does try to attend as many sessions as possible to see this pretty nice lady that his daughter also likes. Single Dad! König loves all the info dump his daughter does about her therapist's private life. Starts piecing together what Reader!Therapist likes, and later on, when the time is right asks her out.