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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Hiiii, I loveeeee ur work ❤️

I was thinking about a head cannon of how some of the mw2 characters (ghost, soap, König, etc) would react to their partner sending them a nude photo?👀👀👀

Sorry if you did this already but I’m pretty sure you haven’t tho cuz I definitely would have read it already 😭

MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Special™ Photo from Their S/O

Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Non-Specific/Explicit Implications of Smut, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You', Singular Mention of Graves Throwing Himself off a Cliff, Dominant! MW2, Submissive! MW2, Dominant! Reader, Submissive! Reader, Profanity, etc.

Ghost

He will literally stare bug-eyed at the picture you’ve sent him like 👁️O👁️

Since it’s a physical photograph, he keeps it on him like a chapstick, which is to say all the time.

He isn’t risking ANYONE besides himself seeing it.

And when he’s about to embark on a mission, he keeps it tucked into his vest right where his heart is so that it’s practically part of him.

He likes to think that, somehow, you can hear – feel – his heart beating, know that he’s still alive and fighting so that he can come home and see you.

And when he returns from a mission and goes to his quarters, he has some…alone time.

You know, to really study the picture.

Not that he doesn’t know every curve and edge of your body already.

But that doesn't stop him growling your name into the pillow as he rocks against it, a hole cut into the bottom of it – a poor imitation of you.

A makeshift lover.

If anyone ends up seeing that picture – if they stole it from him, if by some act of God (because that’s what it’ll take) it slipped out of his vest or pocket – they are in for a World of Pain™.

There won’t be a time they won’t flinch upon hearing Ghost’s name, or when they see his shadow like an omen on the wall as he commandeers the halls. Prowling.

He’d feel pretty guilty about someone else seeing you how he does, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.

So he’s definitely going to make it up to you when he gets back <3

König

His heart can’t take this kind of torment.

He’ll be looking down at his phone, the image of you burning into his skin like a holy artefact.

He definitely gets more jumpy around people when he has his phone on him.

Will literally clam up and shove it into the deepest recesses of his pocket if someone comes too close.

Even when your picture is safely stored behind a password-protected photo album.

He has to excuse himself from training or other commitments whenever his mind wanders back to you, and subsequently that image (which is basically all the time).

Sometimes he calls you while he’s sorting himself out.

He just needs to hear your voice – to feel closer to you.

It’s the only way he can finish.

“Engel,” he rasps, his breath stuttering, “I need you,”

And everyone just looks at him like he’s grown a third eye when he returns because, unbeknownst to him, König can’t keep quiet, and everyone who has never heard even a peep from him is suddenly aware of the carnality that lies beneath his skin, wired into his soul.

And at the centre is his love for you, boundless and overflowing so that the rest of his teammates know it, too.

Not that they mind all too much.

They all sit and think that you must be one beautiful person to evoke such a response from König.

Soap

Will tease you back.

Sends a mirror pic of him in a tight black shirt, saying something like ‘You’ll see the rest when I get home.’

Is absolutely ravenous when it comes to you.

No cap, goes absolutely ham in the shower when the image of you in nothing flashes in his mind.

His low moans are enough of a warning for the rest of the 141 to stay away for the next half an hour or so.

Aside from that, he’ll just look at the picture because he finds you beautiful.

Stares at it while he’s in bed. Laments on how much he misses you ☹️.

He’s counting down the days until he can see you again, and with each that passes, he can feel your silhouette becoming tangible in his hands, as if you were stepping out of the photo.

Sometimes, he dreams that you’re there with him, nestled between his arms.

Other times the dreams are a little more…graphic.

But Johnny can’t help it.

He just can’t contain himself when it comes to you.

Valeria

If you thought her violent tendencies could never extend to you, prepare to be amazed.

The second this woman sees what you’re trying to do – or, rather, what she thinks you’re trying to do – she is not happy.

You could have sent that image with the purest (within reason) of intentions; just letting Valeria know that you miss her, wishing her a good day – whatever.

What she sees is you trying to manipulate her by using your body as an instrument of destruction.

Dramatic, yes. But Valeria has never been one to take chances.

She’ll be deceptively calm over text: ‘Don’t tease me, Darling. You know what happens when you do.’

All day, all she can see is that image.

Whenever she turns a corner, you’re there; whenever she’s talking to someone, you’re peering at her over their shoulder; when she’s alone, you’re sat with her – on her – trying to take her attention away from her paperwork.

Redemption is a baseless concept when Valeria returns home that evening.

You will not know rest until she’s done with you.

Price

“Fuckin’ Hell, Love,” he’ll say, the darkness hanging on his voice tangible even through the voice note.

“What’ve you been up to while I’ve been away, hmm ?”

Will not rest until he knows he’s got you hot and bothered.

This entails him sending increasingly risqué images of himself; first, just one of him flexing, his arms thick and crawling with veins.

The next is of his shirt raised just below his chest, the dim light of the room keeping enough of him shrouded that his identity is unknown to all but you, his wide silhouette taking up most of the picture.

And, if you decide to be resilient against his attempts to make you feel as you have him, you’ll receive a series of menacing messages.

‘Don’t get too comfortable, Angel’, he’ll say.

‘You never know when I’ll come through that door–’

He grins as he sees you’ve read his message, hanging on his every word.

‘And ravage you.’

And you know he means it, too.

Meanwhile, he’s multitasking; keeping a clear, professional head and giving orders while resisting the primal urge to drop everything and find you.

And no amount of pleading or tears will spare you from his wrath when he returns.

Horangi

Regardless of how well the military life trained his self-discipline, nothing can dampen the sheer need Horangi feels whenever he receives a special picture from you.

I’m talking: he will literally sit in silence for ten minutes because he’s got a raging issue he needs to take care of but can’t risk anyone else seeing it.

Will thunder down the hall to the nearest bathroom when the meeting’s over and take out his frustrations there.

When he calls, you’d better pick up the first time.

If you don’t, you’ll have Hell to pay when gets home.

“Baby,” he breathes down the phone, the fog already making his mind frost over, his body burning up.

“What have you done to me–”

These brief encounters are the only thing keeping him sane while he’s away; they make him feel closer to you.

And, repaying you in kind, he returns one night, in the silence of the moon hours.

He finds you, pulls you to him, clutching on tight as you begin to wake.

And, between delirium and consciousness, his voice is all you can hear.

“Shouldn’t have tested me, Sweetheart,” he says, whispering as though partaking in a secret.

“Now I’m going to have to challenge you.” His arms are snakes as they constrict you.

“Fall asleep before I’m done with you, and I promise there will be no end to your suffering.”

Alejandro

Teasing a man as passionate as Alejandro is not going to end well for everyone involved.

Expect to receive a barrage of very choice texts back.

‘You have no idea what you’re doing to me’, he’ll say, followed by a photo of the tent in his trousers.

And a sinister: ‘But you will’.

If he’s away on business for even just a few days, he’ll go practically feral whenever he sees that picture of you.

To everyone else, he’ll be the leader Alejandro Vargas they all know him as – ruthless and righteous.

Yet, there’s something different in the way he walks as he excuses himself from the table, his destination unknown.

His gaze is narrowed and his teeth are grinding, rabid in disposition.

And when he gets home, no matter how long of a day it’s been, you’re in for a very long night.

He’ll appear behind you, a spectre, clamping a hand down on your shoulder.

“You shouldn’t test a soldier, Love,” he says, his grip tightening.

You don't turn around, an exhilarating fear keeping you frozen.

He leans down, his mouth just at your ear, his breath hot.

“Because you never know when he’ll snap.”

Rodolfo

This man is usually rather quiet and submissive when it comes to the more personal aspects of your life together.

But when you send him a picture that makes him question how long he can keep his composure for, you’re in trouble.

You’ll be receiving a phone call from a very exasperated Rodolfo, who, despite his best efforts, has succumbed to your charm.

Definitely a growler when he’s in a dominant mood.

More of a whimperer when he’s not.

At times like these, you get both.

“Darling,” he breathes, the back of his head pressed against the cold cubicle wall. “Look what you’ve done to me…”

His whining is more than enough to let you know the effect you’ve had on him.

And it’s what he says next that makes your blood run cold.

“I won’t let you get away with this.”

The husking baritone in his voice tells you he’s being truthful.

And if you try to clap back with something witty, or even an apology, Rodolfo just laughs.

“The time for mercy is long past, mi Amor,” he tells you.

“All you can do now is prepare for the Reckoning.”

Graves

This smug idiot.

Definitely smirks to himself when he gets that picture.

Has to resist the urge to show it off to everyone in the boardroom because he’s just that proud to have you as his partner.

Yes, he is hard. Yes, he’s still going to give this presentation in front of all the major shareholders.

Why ?

Because he’s Graves. Also, because he knows he has more money than everyone else in that room, and, consequently, more power.

Will shoot you back a text like: ‘Mighty fine work, Babydoll’, followed by, ‘You’re getting a promotion when I get home.’

Yes, he uses corporate jargon when discussing intimate matters.

He’s a businessman at heart, he can’t help it.

Definitely more playful than most of the others on this list.

The type to take his time with you and make you laugh while he does so.

But when he wants to be rough (and when you want him to be), he can be.

And he gets mean when he’s like that.

I’m talking hair-pulling, name-calling – basically just bullying you, but consensually.

Does his best to take care of you, though.

If he found out that he’d actually upset you, he’d literally jump off a cliff – he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Expect many lavish gifts if this happens, though.

But don’t tell him that I told you that 👀.

Gaz

Will nearly drop his phone – it turns to butter in his hands.

He looks over his shoulder at least fifty times before he’ll allow himself to look at the photo again.

Poor boy’s face is turning red, his palms are sweating, he can’t think straight.

Paranoid 24/7 that everyone knows he has that picture of you.

But it doesn’t intimidate him enough for him to even try to keep quiet in the barracks when he has some alone time.

Similar situation to Soap; everyone knows to steer clear of whichever room Gaz was last spotted walking into for a while.

It would take him a few days for him to send a picture back.

More than likely, it’ll be of him in a scarcely lit bathroom in nothing but his boxers with a very prominent outline in them.

Followed by a text with something to the effect of: ‘Been thinking about you all night, Sweets’

And God forbid you send him another image of yourself. And definitely do not send a message saying ‘Aww, has my good boy been behaving himself ?’

Will literally send him over the edge.

The rest of the 141 can’t commandeer the bathroom for the rest of the day after that.

And when Gaz gets home, just know that your phone screen can’t protect you anymore.

Not when you have a man made of pure intellect and solid mass running full-force at you with all the pent-up energy seen only in a nuclear reactor.

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fawnpires · 9 months

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husband!könig who is well aware of how much an important man he is — a higher ranked in-position soldier, a colonel to kortac. other than filling in the status of your significant other, he was undoubtedly a man of both authority and independence. this also means a routine to expect on how regularly he's contacted about work, calls and messages throughout the day sourcing from that cellphone of his even when he's temporarily relieved off of his duties—and when he’s got his cock pounding into your sweet little cunt.

könig uses his shoulder and ear to hold his phone up, those stoic eyes of his holding a certain playful sort-of gleam to them as he watched you slap a hand over your mouth while struggling to hold in those needy moans you couldn't help but let out when the motions of his thrusts grows more violent and rabid just to catch you off guard in keeping quiet. he silently chuckles to himself before using his now-free hand to rub a thumb at your engorged clit and the other supported at your waist while he continued speaking on the other end with, who you assumed, was another higher-rank just like him.

"oh, my wife? she’s a real good girl, taking things so well - our marriage and all." he said into the phone, his smirk seeming to grow along with those words. (which seemed to have an ambigious meaning.)

and when he’s done practically torturing you with multi-tasking on both giving you a good temporary quiet fuck and talking business, his phone is thrown and long abandoned on the further corner of the bed—sheets coming off the edge and shuffled in a disorderly fashion. both large palms are clasped over your waist, his upper body sloped over you and having you in a shadowy cover. your hand shakily falls from your mouth, resuming this symphony of desperate noises of pleasure out-loud instead of muffled with your hands to his back and painting red lines into the naked stretch there. könig's onslaught of brutal thrusts kiss right up against your cervix, giving you remembrance to his each vein, each detail to his cock whenever he fucked into you just like this.

"you're such a spoiled girl, engel, — scheiße, — just couldn't wait until i was done to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours." he chuckles breathily, throwing his head back while grunting alongside and feeling himself losing entirely into you. "but who am i to refuse my pretty wife, huh?"

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pixeechix21 · 6 months

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Take it, Mein Engel

Königxreader praise kink

Summary: You’re on a very cold mission; it’s cold, and well, he can warm you up… you try your best not to wake up the rest of the team, but it's hopeless.

He’s a lethal soldier, a monster of a man, who is weak at the sight of you using him so that you come.

TW: smuuuutttttt, PRAISE KINK to the MAX, sex, size kink (Idek @ this point?), pinv, oral,

It’s freezing outside and slowly it’s seeping into your tent. There is a light snoring and mumbling coming from the team in their own tents. You feel restless as you gradually lose feeling in your fingers and ears, shifting positions trying to find any heat. Finally when you’d had enough you wrap yourself up and exit your tent heading straight to his. He’s normally out like a light so you figured you could just temporarily ‘borrow’- let's be honest steal- his mini electric heater.

Upon entering your eyes squint into the darkness seeing his large body rising and falling steadily. In the corner you hit the jackpot, the radiator glowing a warming red. Trying not to wake him you creep in further, pausing instantly as you hear him mumble something in his sleep. You look at him, his features are soft, yet more masculine than ever, as he sleeps. A sudden urge to curl up to his large body, and touch his lips, comes over you. As you go to grab the heater you trip over a large boot exclaiming, quietly, as you fall. Into his bed. I know I wished for it but seriously, you think frantically trying to scramble out of his bed. Before you could, a large muscular arm wraps around you hugging you in closer, under the covers. He still has his eyes closed as he says, “can I help you Engle?” his accent heavy in his drowsiness.

“Let me go, I was just coming to borrow your heater,” you whisper loudly.

“Mmm. stay here it’s warmer,” he snuggles into your neck, breathing you in lovingly. You try to get out but every time to wriggle about he tightens his hold, as if he’d never want to let you go.

“König,” you say flatly, guiltily enjoying as you sink into him and you feel his hard worked body pressed into you.

“Ja mein liebling,” he gives your neck a small kiss, as he scoots you both onto the center of the small bed. You moan involuntarily as you feel his soft lips move against your neck. You wriggle once more trying your luck. I need to get out of this you think stupidly knowing full well this is exactly where you wanted to be. “Stay still, you feel so good,” his voice is husky as his hand lowers to your hips and holds you. He has no clue how he makes you feel when he talks to you in that low tone of his. Bodies together and the dark blanketing you both. He slowly grinds into your ass so that you feel his hard on, turning you on more you reciprocate and arch your ass back to meet him. You exhale as you feel yourself want to straddle that man's hips and feel his large dick in its fullest. “Shieze, y/n they’re next door,” he gets out gruffly now fully awake placing wet kisses and lightly biting your neck.

“We’ll be quiet,” you say, reasoning with him.

“Trust me Engle I want to make you scream my name, not be quiet,” he forwarns. It doesn’t matter, your body wants, you want him, and he needs you. He rolls on top of you. His huge body was laying on you, and you could feel his erection imprint on your stomach. Looking up to him with doe eyes you bite your bottom lip seeing his muscles through his tight shirt. He takes your throat in one hand, face coming close, so close that as he speaks his lips brush over yours. “Promise you’ll be quiet as I pound into that pretty pussy of yours?” He says his crystalline blue eyes looking deeply into mine. “Promise,” he tightens his grip and you start to see black around the corners of your vision.

“I promise,” you say begging for friction as your clit throbs and heat grows in your core. He squeezes once, “I promise I’ll be quiet as you pound into my pretty pussy,” you repeat, needily.

“Good,” he says before he obliterates your lips with a deep carnal need. His tongue dominates yours and your cold finger goes under his shirt and pushes him to crush you under his weight. He inhales, surprised at the cold. His hand goes to your hard peaked nipple, twisting it between his fingers making you arch, tossing your head into the pillow. Hurriedly he takes off your shirt tossing it into the dark, coming down on you taking your breast into his mouth sucking and biting. You moan quietly as he plays with you at his leisure. He looks up at you, his lips swollen from the kissing and his eyes sharp searching your face. Your small hand cradles the side of his cheek and he kisses it sweetly. He’s had fantasies in the long nights, just meters apart, about him finally being able to pleasure and cherish your body. Countless nights he’s imagined himself with you as he comes in his hand, wishing it was you pussy. He kisses you down to the waistline of your pants, a hand pulling it down you, a rush of cold hits your sensitive clit. König’s thumbs make small circles in the inside of your thighs. Taking your feet he drags you to the edge of the bend getting on his knees to get closer. At first he licks your folds then almost as if one taste wasn’t enough he goes all in. His head clenched by your thighs, he holds a leg for support as he tongue fucks you, then moving his toung to your clit he bites it gently forcing a small squeal. At the sound he stops his movements entirely. “What did I tell you?” He breathes out, his hair disheveled and out of place.

“I’ll be quiet, please I promise König,” you plead, twisting your fingers through his soft hair and pushing him back down. Pleased he digs back in lapping at your wetness nearing your climax. His finger fucks you as his tongue flicks, and sucks your overly sensitive clit, “come for me Engle. Come on my face,” you take a pillow and cover your face as you moan loudly as you cum on him. “That’s it,” he continues as he licks all of you. Thighs firmly on either side of his head he opens them so that he can look down at you. “Such a good girl, Mein Liebling,” he watches as his two fingers circle your enlarged clit, causing you to squirm. He chuckles laying on the bed leaning against the tent wall, taking you into his lap. Your naked body straddles his lap and without knowing- as you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms shift your ass- you start to grind on him. Yearning for friction you lay all your body on his hard cock. You feel him straining against the fabric, he groans, he slides up and down your wet sopping cunt, a watch patch marking his pants. “Fuck, König,” you breathe out. You place a hand on his broad chest and the other one behind you so that you hit your spot. You grind on him faster and faster as he leans back and watches hungrily at you fucking his lap. “Oh my god-” you start out as you take yourself to another finish. His hands start to guide you, and you can feel him twitch under you. As you shake rising he lowers his pants taking his cock into his hands. You salivate at the size of him, large and the tip bulging needing release. You take him in your hand, wrapping it around König’s as you sit on it.

“y/n you’re so tight, schiβe,” he rests his heavy head on your shoulder. It feels euphoric how he stretches you and fills you to the hilt, how his chest goes up and down with restraint as you squeeze around him as you go up and down. Breaths one and the same as he gazes into your eyes, watching you strain with effort. “That’s it. Take it I’m yours,” he kisses you in between each word, as you quicken your pace. The impact of your body hitting and rubbing against him as you ride him hits you deliciously. He hand cradles your neck as you lean back, the sounds he makes pressing you closer to finishing you fingers go in between your bodies to further you. Before long he switches, back on top of you taking both hands up above your head. You look angrily at him, because he interrupted you, but not for long as he gains control.

He wants to make you scream his name so loud that even the enemy forces can hear you. He wants to obliterate you so much that he renders you unable to walk. And to his wishes, he thrusts viciously in and out of you. You cry at the pressure building within you, and the sheer pain that his force causes you. “Shh, shh Engle.” He grunts with each thrust next to your ear. The air prickles your skin to form goosebumps. “Take it for me, Mein Gott. Just like that,” you bite the crevasse of his neck to stop you from breaking your promise.“Tssk,” he gasps. Inside you, you feel him hardening even more. He’s lost all control as you wrap your legs around his waist. A calloused hand goes over your mouth, as he looks down at the connection between you two.

“Come with me,” he says, working harder. The wet sounds of him fucking your pussy, your helpless moaning, mixed with the light creak of the small bed, sounds like his new favorite melody. “Mein gott y/n, just like that,” he rasps out as you cum around his cock and he cums in you. He pumps a few more times strenuously before he collapses on the side of you. He pulls you across on top of him as he snuggles into you. You're a wreck and melt into his large body that engulfs you in a warm bear hug. He hums faintly as you fall asleep, the cold long forgotten.

is it jus me or do these sometimes feel like you're reading straight porn but like its not cuz your reading it?? jus me???🙈🥰

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vampdes · 10 months

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( cw. quick drabble, makeout sesh. könig & reader. grinding / dry humping. + google translate german used. )

“mmh! schatz, wai—”, könig and you had a mission no less than four hours from now. both of you knew that, if the two of you were caught by price, again, only god knows how he’d reprimand the two of you this time. [t. sweetheart.]

but könig’s lips were so distracting. they were full, his upper lip being a soft pink and his lower lip being rose pink, with a scar on the left side. if he didn’t want makeout sessions all the time, why would he put on a show just for you?

“jus’—fuck, hands on my hips, babe.” you said between kisses, placing his gloved hands on your hips before going back to gripping his hair and grinding against his cargo pants.

“too—engel, engel–gott, ich werde— zu viel!” he cried, squeezing his legs shut after you had pulled his swollen lips away from yours. [t. angel, angel–god, i’m gonna—too much!]

you grinned, wiping away the stray tears from his tear-stained cheeks, “we have . . a little longer, yeah?”.

“liebe, trainin’—hah, ah!”. you pressed your hand against his mouth, you motioned for him to be quiet as you unbuckled his belt. könig bit his lower lip, nodding slightly as he watched you place his belt on top of the duffel bag. “we—training, though, the mi–oh, god–the mission!” you situated yourself on top of his lap before tilting your head. [t. love.]

“we have time. three hours and some minutes, [we] won’t be late like last time, swear.” you mumbled, pressing kisses against his jaw whilst slowly grinding against the crotch of his black briefs. könig nodded slowly, his mind becoming clouded by his urges, “we—yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, agreeing, his hands going underneath your shirt and situating on your waist.

you pressed soft kisses against his adam’s apple to which he tipped his head back with a soft groan. “yes—we definitely . . hah, we definitely have more time.” könig whispered, licking his lips before smiling and gently pressing his lips against yours.

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konigsblog · 2 months

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thinkin' about kidnapper könig who holds your head underwater whilst he's bathing you... 💦

cw: punishments, non-consensual touching, waterboarding (?), kidnapping.

mdni 18+ - dark content - dead dove: do not eat.

you haven't been listening, nor behaving recently, as a form of protesting against his ‘love’ and ‘admiration’, or so he calls it. you've been constantly screaming and wailing at him, sobbing into your pillow in an attempt to gather sympathy, in the hopes he'll pity you at the sound of your pained cries.

although, könig doesn't take your attitude and misbehaviour lightly. pinching his nose bridge, he sighs deeply, letting out a frustrated and guttural grunt. watching you squirm away from him and his large hands as he attempts to lather your body in soap, crying pathetically and pleading for him to keep his hands off of you. könig rolls his sleeves up abruptly, standing to his full potential in an attempt to intimidate you. könig looming above you was enough to silence your loud squeals, but your quietness didn't matter to könig – he wanted to teach you valuable lesson.

his firm and tight hold on your hair caused you to shriek and attempt to pull his hands off of your head, but your protests were quickly shut down and muffled by being held underneath the foamy, bubbly water, the sounds of his muffled yells and orders causing you to thrash and choke. you could hear the sounds of his cruel and taunting laughter, allowing you to catch your breath before slapping you across the face and screaming at you in german to behave, the painful slap causing you to cup your cheek and wince, eyes wide and glistening with tears, choking on your cries.

seeing you shaking and trembling wasn't a sight könig enjoyed, but seeing you obey, nodding your head eagerly and allowing him to place his hands all over your body left him proud, muttering how he didn't mean to hurt his poor engel, that it was just a punishment to fix that attitude of yours, his calloused and dirty hands reaching places that left your poor body shaking anxiously...

you just don't understand, schatzi - he's doing this to break you in, to shape you into a well-behaved, obedient little captive... :(

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princessbrunette · 7 months

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kinktober : oct 14th

könig x slapping

you had expressed enthusiastic consent towards könig slapping you around, it was your idea after all. at first, könig was definitely apprehensive. why would a sweet little thing like you want to get roughed up by an old militant man double her size?

his question was answered by your need to be controlled, it made you feel safe — like you didn’t have to make the decisions after a long day. you trusted him fully, and trusted that he’d put you in your place when you deserved it.

he’d pressed a kiss in the centre of your forehead when you’d first asked him, huge hands cradling your cheeks. your eyes fluttered shut in disappointment, expecting him to say no. “i don’t want to hurt you. but if it will make you feel good…” his broad chest heaves with a long sigh. “i can give you what you want.”

many discussions and trials followed, and soon it was apart of your routine — whether it was from you mouthing off in the middle of the supermarket and having him give you a discreet little lovetap on the cheek in an empty aisle to shut you up, or kneeling between his legs in the safety of your home— deep in subspace with tears down your cheeks as he delivers harsh little smacks to your skin. “quiet girls get what they want. not going to give me attitude anymore, ja?”

he’s aware of his size and strength in comparison to you, so really he would never slap you too hard— even when you beg him to go harder, in which he’d simply tsk and make a comment along the lines of “think you’re a big girl now, hm?”

afterwards, he likes to smother your hot cheeks in kisses, holding you tight to his body sometimes when you squirm and whine because he made them sore. “ah, engel. took that like such a good girl. proud of you for taking your punishment today.”

#tw impact play #könig smut #könig cod smut #könig x reader #könig x y/n #call of duty smut #kinktober 2023

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ghouljams · 2 months

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Ballet König tiiiiime... I have many thoughts because I saw a ballerina with big tits and I am... no better than a man...

Tw for minor reader descriptions (big boobs...)

Being fitted for costumes is always annoying, the costumers always complain about having to fit your chest, and have to let out the corseted tutu to compensate. You always end up with your tits either smashed against your chest or lifted to an almost pornographic degree. This costume seems to be the latter. König stares down at you, you raise a brow at him and he gives you a one word growl.

"Change."

You have to anyway, so you follow the costumers directions and change back into your usual leotard and tights. König is holding your sweatshirt when you make your way out of the changing room, he holds it out to you and you give him a confused look. You take it but don't bother putting it on, you still have practice, it's not like you're about to dance in your sweats.

He follows you through rehearsals, he's supposed to anyway but he's really, really, close. It isn't until the last dancer has filed out of the room for lunch that you finally get an explanation for his behavior. He grabs your tits, or tries to, two big handfuls that make you press your chest into his grip with a quiet noise of surprise. He squeezes you through your leotard and grumbles something. His hands smooth over your chest, down and back up, before he's digging his hands under the neckline and into the garment.

"There they are," he coos bending close, "You've been hiding such pretty things from me Schatzi."

Hiding is a strong word, wearing the dance equivalent of a binder is more accurate. As such, the material wants to stay close to itself, forcing you into Königs hands as he fondles you. He pinches your nipples hard and you whine, your blood rushing to heat your skin as he rolls his thumbs over them soothingly.

"Quite the ballerina," König drags his lips against the shell of your ear, "having such-" he struggles for the right word, toying with you all the while, when it does finally come to him it's with his cock pressing against your ass, "indecent sounds right-" he kisses your neck, "-indecent-" you know the feeling of his teeth anywhere, "-obscene-" they tease your skin, "-naughty-" his tongue replaces their points, dragging over your pulse as König groans, "tits."

"They make costuming, nng, difficult," you bite your lip against making another sound. It's better if you don't talk, you don't want to alert anyone outside the studio that the two leads are misusing the space.

"They fill my hands, Engel," König hums, giving your breasts a firm squeeze as if driving home his point, "how did I not notice them?"

You don't have to think hard to answer that, but you do have to press your hand over your mouth to avoid whining at the way he toys with you. He's never fucked you without a leotard on, that's how, despite all his protests against it, the man has a firm kink. He pinches your nipples hard and you moan, König shushes you, grinds his hard cock against you. Heat pools between your legs, making your leotard and tights sticky with slick. He's teasing you, and you both know it. He was never going to fuck you, there isn't time for it.

"Such a dirty girl," he tells you, "I should have taken you home, and fucked you properly."

You press back against him, prepared for the consequences of asking him to do it now, fuck you on the floor, fuck you against the Barre with your face pressed to the mirror, like he's so fond of, but the door opens. His hands slide off your breasts to rest on your shoulders in a flash. Another dancer wanders in to grab her water bottle, squirting some into her mouth as she turns to walk back out. She waves, you give a small wave back. König doesn't move until the door closes again.

Then his hand is pressing between your legs, bending you forward to truly grind against you. You know he can feel the way you're starting to drool, you can almost hear him smiling. "Needy thing," as if it isn't his fault, "why don't we find somewhere I can enjoy you properly."

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x f!reader #f!reader #afab reader #ballet au #i have another very short ballet piece for today #bevause i saw a ballet last night #ALSO i may have a ballet graves piece...#if anyone is interested in that #i saw a dancer last night that i was like jesus christ its him and i get it

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sovietpostcards · 7 months

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Russian State Library

The biggest library in Russia and one of the biggest in the world. It was designed in late 1920s, soon after the birth of the new Soviet state, and fully finished in the 1950s. In includes 4 buildings and one 19-floor book repository. There are several reading halls, a cafe, and a whole bunch of book-filled nooks and crannies.

I'm writing this post sitting in the library's biggest reading hall - Reading Hall No. 3. It was opened in 1957 and still retains most of the original furniture and design (only there are now individual power sockets in every desk). Most of the tables are occupied by people with books and laptops. It's very quiet.

The book depository is a huge building that rises high above everything else in this historical area. It had 10 floors originally, each 5m high, but later it was divided into 19 smaller floors. We visited one of the floors. I was impressed to see that the windows are made out of Falconnier glass blocks (made specially for the library in Gus Khrustalny).

There are two automated delivery systems in the library: one delivers readers' orders into the depository (pneumatic tubes) and the other delivers books back to the reader (monorail). We had a chance to see both of them in action, very impressive! They also kept a bit of the old book delivery system that worked from 1953 until 2015. I saw it on pictures before, and it was great to see the granny in real life. :) There are a lot of "grannies" in the library, from the green lamps to rotary phones to wall clocks. The pneumatic tube system has been in place since 1975. People whose job is to preserve books are very likely to preserve everything else.

I loved this anecdote. In one of the reading halls, there's a big painting of Lenin (pictured below). Apparently it was put in place in mid-1950s to cover the bas-relief that was there originally. On the bas-relief there are Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, Vladimir Lenin and Joseph Stalin. After Stalin's death in 1953 and debunking the cult of personality, images of him were quickly removed from everywhere. The library, being true preservers of history, kept theirs but covered it up. It just shows what kind of people librarians are. :)

Although the library is working on running a full digital catalogue of all their 48 million items, if you want access to older editions you'll probably need to use the old paper card catalogue. The room gave me major nostalgy - I remember using this kind of catalogue in my local library when I was a kid. The sound of pulling out a narrow box, then the little built-in table, going through the cards one by one, writing down what you need on library cards. It was a whole process! Of course, the local library's catalogue was WAY smaller.

A few more shots of interiors. Although the building itself was designed in 1920s (during the era of avantgarde and art deco), the interiors were mostly done in 1950s when the main design style was neo classicism.

I enjoyed this tour immensely, so much so that I had to go back and get a library card so I can see more of it, sit in every reading hall and drink a cup of tea in the marble hall cafeteria. Also, the idea of 48 million books at the tip of my fingers makes me giddy. Thank you to my followers for the monetary support and making this real for me: K. T., H. W., T. B., m., @depetium, @transarkadydzyubin, S. R.

#it's a great place to work #i wrote this post finally #libraries #russia

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tojisun · 7 months

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kinktober — 08: scent kink

konig x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; scent kink (built within a ‘scene’); d/s play; brat taming; repeating use of being ‘fixed’ as part of the brat taming; mask kink; use of petnames (including daddy)

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konig shoots a sharp look towards you, just a quick glance, and you know tonight’s going to be one of those nights – angry, rough, but so, so filling.

you tremble in anticipation, skirting towards your room as though you can’t hear the thundering sounds of his boots trailing after you, purposeful in the way he stomps. because konig has always been quiet, but not tonight.

tonight he’s prowling, making a statement that only you and him would understand. it’s a proclamation. a promise. you pretend that heat isn’t already building in the pit of your stomach.

you barely crossed the safety of your room when konig scruffs you on the base of your neck, holding securely, before he’s locking the door.

your breath hitches, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips, but he remains silent as he guides you to your bed. there was a moment of pause when your shins hit the bed box before konig continues to push you down, folding you in half until you’re left presenting to him.

“mm,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “look at you, meine engel.”

you want to snark at him and tell him you can’t – is he fucking stupid? – but konig’s hand tightens around your neck as warning, and you whine, the first of many tonight.

“shh, no anger from you tonight, schatzchen. you will just lay down and take me, jo?”

you snarl at the crooning tone, your mind buzzed with the need to lash out. to fight. so you do, you kick behind, blindly aiming for anything of konig – he’s a big and tall target, surely maybe even your desperate lashing out will chance a proper hit.

but konig just growls, pressing a knee on your lower back to subdue you. “what did i say?” his voice is thick with building anger, his hold on his accent slipping up to coat his words.

still, you know he understands; you know that this has long turned into a scene – a moment where you can be bratty and angry, and konig will fix you right up. the question was: how would he?

the thrill of the unknown shoots down your spine and you mewl, teeth digging into your bottom lip, before hissing at him.

“fuck you, king.”

you know he hates the nickname – a slight to the personhood he’s built under the callsign ‘konig’ – and you almost purr in satisfaction when you feel him freeze behind you.

konig has always been so beautiful when angry.

his hand leaves your neck and you almost whimper in protest only to pause when shuffling sounds resonate from somewhere behind you. you blink, trying to feel if it were your gear that konig is stripping, but it wasn’t and tremors overtake you at the realization that he is stripping himself instead.

“k-konig, no-”

“i don’t want to hear it, katzchen,” he says, cutting you off.

you snap your teeth at the petname in an instant, humiliation building at the pit of your stomach. your lips part open for whatever it was that you wanted to say only for your mind to catch onto the sudden shift from your lover, the change so subtle that you almost buckled at the realization: konig’s voice is no longer muffled. he’s removed his mask.

the fight sizzles out of you and you collapse on the bed, eyes blown wide open despite being blind to whatever he has in store for you. you lay there, still presenting for him, still trusting him, and konig chuckles at seeing you suddenly turn docile.

“that’s right, liebling. this is how i want you – didn’t i promise that i’ll fix you?”

the words are purred on your ear, his lips – unmasked! your mind screams – pressing ever so teasingly on the shell of it, ghosting a kiss.

you whimper, not trusting your voice nor your mind, feeling the fog slowly surround you. konig chuckles and finally, finally, presses his lips on the side of your head, not really kissing but breathing you in, before he’s stepping away again.

a resonating whine rumbles from the base of your throat because you don’t want him to leave. you don’t want the space between you two. you want him to fill you up with his warmth and his cock, his big hands making you fall apart. you want all of him, all of that he has to offer. you need him. you-

“shh, little maus. no need to cry,” his voice cuts through your spiralling thoughts and you realize that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks. his hand drops on the top of your head, caressing slowly for comfort. “i will be all that you breathe. would you like that, mein engel?”

you blink your eyes open, not understanding what he means, but konig had asked you a question, asked for your consent, and you nod eagerly.

“good girl.”

it takes two heartbeats until something black obscures your vision. it takes even longer for you to realize that it was konig’s mask.

you freeze, lips parting open as konig brushes your hair away from your face, muttering in german as he tucks in stray strands behind your ears, before he slips his mask on to you.

it was instant how your senses reacted – your ears are muffled, your vision continues to be obscured as konig fixes the mask to fit in the eyeholes, your skin tingling with the feeling of having more covering. you don’t know if you like the change, then, you breathe in.

konig’s scent hits you, filling you up with flames of desire. you keen as you finally slip under the fog, something snapping in your mind as you fall because this – being surrounded by all that konig is – feels right. it’s not enough but it settles the thrum under your skin, extinguishing the licking flames of your ire.

you continue to breathe him in, your mind loppy even as desire crashes you with its intensity. konig chuckles like he understands what you can’t voice, like he knows just what it is that you truly need.

you feel him press a kiss on your head then on your back, tracing the curve of your body until he has to stand up to ease him from the strain. you don’t seem to notice as you clutch at the ends of his mask, fisting the cloth like you are afraid that it’ll disappear.

he coos, running his hands along your body, before planting them on your waist. “you ready for more, liebling?”

you give him a soft nod, still feeling loopy from the way his scent covers you, filling you up with every breath. he is all that you know, all that grounds you, and you tremble at the feeling of his dominance over you.

“words, meine sonne. use your words.”

“konig, please,” you whimper, buckling at his command as your lips press on his mask. you mewl when his scent filters into your mouth, dipping along the surface of your tongue almost like you can taste him.

you hear him coo, his hands digging into your fatigues, before experienced fingers begin to undress you. you lay there, floating between reality and the safety of his scent, mewling every time scarred palms caress a new inch of your exposed skin, his touch reverent as they massage your tender flesh. you don’t complain when he jostles you up, giggling, instead, as konig gently removes each piece of your clothing until you lay there in nothing but his mask.

you hear him groan, lust curling along the notes of his voice, and you gasp as his hands grab fistfuls of your ass before spreading the cheeks apart. the cool air hits your exposed cunt and you mewl at the feeling of damp slick trickling down your thighs.

the sound that you make is engulfed by konig’s own growl. “scheiße,” he curses, his grip on you gaining strength. you buck into his hands with a quiet whine, knowing that his patience has thinned enough and that you’re close to getting what you want.

to getting what you need.

just one more push. just one more reason to make konig fall to his knees.

you fist his mask, lifting the cloth just high enough that your lips are peeking through. you wonder if he’s watching – he is; his trained eyes always cataloguing whatever it is that you do, greedy in the way they engulf the view you make, greedy in the way they always come back to you.

you lick your lips, trembling when the faint taste of konig touches your tongue, before you murmur, “daddy, fuck me, please.”

an oath that you’re no longer a brat. that you’re now his good girl, ready to be cared for. ready to be fixed.

konig’s excitement is silent but you hear the quiet thuds of his knees hitting the floor, long legs bracketing your shorter ones. his hands squeeze your ass, his fingers spreading you open again, but this time it is less teasing as his actions burn with purpose.

you squeak when his breath hits your backside before a wet muscle licks a stripe on your leaking cunt. your heart lurches into your throat, your hold on his mask loosening to fist on the sheets instead as konig continues to tease your wet folds with his tongue.

fuck. fuck!

“da-!”

your moan peters into a whine when konig pulls away, your pooling desire simmering back down into nothing but a thrum.

no! you want more!

“shh, engel. no need to cry,” konig’s voice is muffled as he presses his lips along the flesh of your ass. “just wanted to praise you, liebling. just wanted to say how good you smell.” callused thumbs run soothing circles on your skin. “you smell so delectable. so good. all for me, jo?” he swipes a finger along your folds as he says this.

“yes!” you cry out, trembling for more. “all for you, konig! ‘m all yours!”

konig nips the tender flesh of your ass with a chuckle. “good girl,” he says, one of his favourite things to say to you.

then, he descends to finally, finally, eat you out.

tags: @stargirlrchive @cursingtoji @liwooa

#suns.f #konig x reader #konig x female reader #konig smut #konig x reader smut #konig x you #konig cod #konig call of duty #cod kinktober #suns

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backensicangel0647 · 6 months

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sorry not sorry for mini art spam, my friend accidentally deleted his art blog so im trying to get his notes back (hopefully www)

anyway go follow him (@lonelytaxicab) what are u waiting for?

#be quiet engel

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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I’m falling out of obsession love with konig..will you do me the favor and respark my love for him i need an obsessed in love man to match 😓

Word count: 1.9 k

Summary: He comes to see you after a mission.

CW: Mild smut, angst, fluff, emotions. +18 only

A/N: This is part of the Just Friends universe, but pov is 2nd person (you instead of she/her). I'm not sure if this is what you asked for anon...but it's what you're going to get 🥹

Rain drums your window. You've left it open a crack, and should get up and close it, but you don't have the strength. You can't sleep, you can't get up: it's the wolf's hour and the mood is heavy like the rain clouds that have circled the base for hours now.

It's the first time you hear him breaking in. Well, technically speaking, he's not breaking in anymore, now that he has a key. But it always feels like he comes to see you when you least expect it.

The five-day mission has turned into a four-day and half a night mission, then.

You feign sleep and listen how he takes off his boots. He's illegally quiet without them for such a big man. His shirt meets the floor, then he opens his belt – you know he's about to come and ravish you, and for the first time since forever you are not up for it.

The bed lets out a terrible creak of a wail as he crawls next to you. You fear it's only a question of time before the old metal and wood give in under you two. It's basically a miracle the sturdy bunk hasn't yet broken into pieces from your love.

His length touches you first as he settles behind you. It's hot and hard, lean and sleek, like the rest of the man that soon surrounds you like a copper cable with a pulse. His hand is warm as it slips under the covers and under your shirt. Or actually, his shirt.

"I'm home," he half whispers the obvious. Calls your room his home… Or perhaps it's just you. You're his home now.

The hand drifts to your hip, and it's possessive: he always starts there. You win nothing by pretending to be the sleeping beauty, so your hand comes to rest on top of his.

"Did you have fun..?"

It's a bit of a sick question. But it is what it is. And what's more, he doesn't even answer it.

"I need a fresh pair, Engel," he says with an odd honey to his voice. "The last one is completely ruined."

You know he's talking about another pair of panties, a comfort object and a lucky charm he takes with him now that he's back in the field again.

The rain taps the window, and the darkness of the room is only pierced by distant hues of blue. The base is never dark, never fully asleep. His hand drags the shirt up, then stops on your ribs.

"You have my shirt on."

It's not a scolding, not at all. It's only a happy, shocked surprise.

"You… You left it here," you turn a little to look at him. You can see his lashes from the darkness of the hood as they drop: he's looking at you with tenderness, although the demanding flesh against the small of your back is far from tender.

"Mm. You have my shirt and I got your panties... A good deal, eh?"

His hand wanders further under the shirt, cups a handful of your breast. You can feel the cords of muscle bunching against you: abs that contract, thighs that press and lift yours, his cock that gives a taut pull between you two.

Your nipple is caught between hard fingertips, as he twists it like a volume control. Your abs crunch too, out of the sudden sensation that bleeds.

"Hey…"

"I can't concentrate on missions because of you," his voice drops another note or two. And now you are being scolded. But so, so tenderly still…

"Mh, König… Not–not tonight," you whisper, wondering if this man can even take a thing such as a simple no. He lets go of your nipple, but not your breast.

Not you. Never you.

"You have worries?"

You. You're my only worry.

Your mouth closes, draws into a line. You can't tell him.

“No… No.”

"Let me have you, angel. I've waited so long." His breath is growing heavier, the lean pulse against your back, thicker.

"I'll make you feel good," he tries to bargain when you're not responding. In a way, you want him too, but for the first time during your... acquintance, you would like him to just hold you. Without the need to throw yourselves off a cliff first.

"Not tonight." You move, then turn in his gentle, throbbing hold, and he almost draws his hand away. "Please, König…?"

"Ok," he says, but looks like he doesn't quite know what to do. Just...hug you? Go to sleep while holding you? It's a change in protocol, but he's willing to do it for you. For that knowledge alone, your hand slithers down, finds his length and wraps around it.

"I can help you? If you want?"

The rain is thin now, as it bats the glass. He lets you go and gradually leans back, falls to the mattress and allows you to give him a good, long stroke.

"My saving angel," is the only thing he says as he falls as slack as he can – a state which can barely be called relaxed – under your palm.

He's a needy man, and deprived since the last time you saw him. Which is why you know it doesn't take long. You barely see him in the electrically illuminated darkness, but you can feel how the choked sighs ripple across his body. You feel everything: the tight trembles, the density of the air around him. You hear the moist click as he swallows, the panting that rises. The occasional groans that sound like he's crying although he's not.

It's the only way he knows how to feel good, and someday, it just might make you cry. Even the sky cries for him, it seems, because a sudden gust of wind sends an entire sheet of rain against your window.

He's exceptionally quiet, probably because you didn't let him inside you this time. But then you remember he's usually this quiet only when he's emotional.

He's missed you...

That's what this is about – the ever demanding furnace of flesh. He wants to drown in you, burn until there's nothing left. It's been days, and he might've found some privacy to fantasize about you while ruining your lace, but it's no substitute for the real thing.

His hand flies on top of yours after you find that perfect angle, the one he likes. A harsh moan coats the night air, and shoots fireworks inside your stomach. He moves your hand up and down his cock like you can't do it right, but the connection, in truth, speaks of intimacy. The touch is affectionate. It says: 'we'…

Us.

Together.

He hisses, as if he's in pain. But he's just close, and you up the pace: his own hand is now only a loose, gentle cage around yours. He's so long, it seems like it takes forever to travel from the tip to the base, and you're trying to be quick and strong on top of it all. Just milk him well so he can sleep.

So that perhaps you can sleep.

He looks at what you're doing to him, then looks at you, and it's the vulnerability in that stare that makes you understand he feels equal to that rain. You're his only summer sun.

Then those lashes flutter, and his eyes turn to glass just before he comes. He spills all over himself with a long groan and a soul-ripping jerk, a giant coming undone under your palm and on your poor bunk bed that has seen so much already. The load is so generous you wonder whether he has even had the time to jerk himself off during the mission. If your innocent lace has barely been touched…

The last spurts are sadder, a few gushes that float to coat your hand, and he finally stills into some form of peace. He breathes in the night, relaxed and empty. You feel like you just worked on an emotional volcano, but he gathers himself quickly, raises to a half sit and tears his shirt off and over your head. Using it to clean himself and your hand, he throws it somewhere on the floor and pulls you on top of him.

Your breasts meet the solid chest, your thighs barely have enough time to go about his hips as he closes you in one of those bear hugs. The half-hard tip of him still throbs against your folds, and only then do you notice you're wet.

"I missed you," he sighs through the mask as you're held tight against his slowly settling pulse. He holds you exceptionally firm, squeezes you against him like you're his favorite toy. He tightens the hold around your middle until you are forced to let out a whimper. Only then does he loosen the hug and give out a gentle chuckle.

"Immer so gut… You feel so good. Always."

His confession is such a normal and yet, such a fragile thing to say, that you feel tears burning in your eyes.

"I missed you too," you say while trying to hide your tears from him.

"If you have worries, you can talk to me," he then says and starts to caress your back. The window is open, and the cool night air rolls in but in his embrace, you don't feel cold. You squeeze your legs and arms around him, feeling like a leech who never wants to let go. Finally, he's holding you, just the way you wanted to…

"It's nothing," you say, when in truth this man has you worried day and night. He's like a fridge you stock full day after day, only to find it empty every morning. And the things he gives you, the things he stuffs you full with… It's like having a cat who likes to fall asleep with you, a tame, purring beast who brings you fat rodents. If you don't praise him for them, he starts to hide them around the house until you wake up one morning to a terrible smell.

"You're the first who's ever hugged me," he mutters somewhere next to your ear. The golden fire inside your stomach turns into pity, horror and pain.

"Are–are you serious…?" You whisper in the darkness of his mask that's spilled all over your pillow. You know he has had women before you, but apparently, they have never attached to him like this. Like tiny little leeches to a bear.

"Didn't your mother hug you when you were little?"

He thinks on his answer for a second or two, maybe three. The fact that he has to think about it should tell you enough.

"No."

Then, "I can't remember…"

Your lip tugs, your lashes bat away the fire that burns. He's breathing calmly under you again, satiated by a simple handjob and a hug. Although it feels like he's the one hugging you while you're being held captive there on top of him… It feels like he doesn't even quite know what a hug is.

"She had her own troubles," he mutters, sounding like he's about to fall asleep. Even on the brink of oblivion, he defends the woman who didn't know how to hug her own child, because he can survive without touch. No matter what, he will survive.

His breathing starts to even, and your tears begin to fall. You think of moving from on top of him, to give him space and comfort to get some sleep. But it seems it's not an option, the way he holds you like a plush toy he will never let anyone take from him.

"I think I'm going to sleep now," he rasps, somewhere between awake and sleep. The rain has stopped, and you wonder whether it has only moved somewhere else, if it's now raining inside you. His hold of you tightens just before he slips to sleep.

"Don't let go, Engel…"

#könig fluff #könig x reader #könig x you #just friends fic #yandere könig #könig smut #angst and feels

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lilozzzyo3569 · 14 days

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König Headcannon

Summary: König generally being in love with you and thinking everything you do is adorable MDNI, female reader is smaller then König, I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't mean to be happy)

König met you randomly at the gym, you had asked him to help you change the weight setting on one of the machines and that was all it took for him to fall madly in love with you, fast forward to now and you two are dating and live together

König loves how much smaller you are than him, granted most people are smaller than him but you are obviously special

König loves putting things on the top shelf on purpose so you have no choice but to ask for his help, he literally put your chips on top of the fridge, LIKE FOR WHAT?

König loves wrapping his arms around you at any given time, you're cooking in the kitchen BAM! very large and cuddly König wrapping you up and holding you like his own personal stuffie. You're bending down to out on your shoes BOOM! König is more than happy to come up behind you and pick you up and take you back to bed "But I have errands to run!" This falls on deaf ears as he takes this opportunity to start tickling your sides to distract you from wanting to leave

König although he is very large moves extremely quiet which means he is constantly sneaking up on you usually on accident. You were making breakfast when you turn around a BAM there he is rubbing his eyes like a large toddler asking "did you make coffee schatz?" you scream and drop your spoon "are you alright mein angel?" Completely unaware of how normal people make noise when they walk "I swear one day I am putting a bell on you" making him laugh

König loves pulling you into his lap on the couch so that he can cuddle you and inhale your scent to calm him after a stressful day

König has a little *read as MASSIVE* bit of separation anxiety and follows you around like an giant lost puppy whether you are at home or out and about. He does not like going shopping but also hates being left alone so he follows you to the store asking "can't you find these things on amazon?" while caging you in between himself and the shopping cart and resting his head on top of yours to keep himself calm

König who can't decide what he prefers, you laying on top of him and cuddling up to him, or him laying in your lap or on your chest. Scratch that he loves laying on you. König has always had issues with social anxiety, so after a long day of interacting with people (he literally went to grocery store and came back) he comes home to find you conveniently on the couch, PERFECT. He immediately lays right on your lap and practically begs for you to run your fingers through his hair (he will pur like a giant kitten). He loves putting his head in your lap because then you can't see how flustered he still gets around you, as if you don't know

König loves laying on your chest and when you start to rub his back he snuggles deeper into you and when you start to praise how amazing, and kind, and strong he is he starts to sniffle a bit claiming "scheisse mein allergies... but what were you saying" UGH and then he has the gall to look up at you with those big blue eyes begging for your love and affection

König thinks everything you do is adorable, like when you got the flu and kept sneezing he would coo every time with "awww mein engel even your sneezes are cute"

König LOVES your size difference, he is always towering over you, measuring your hand sizes, playing with your fingers, "hahahaha mein schatzen your fingers are so kleine, what can you do with these"

König has started trying to teach you German, but keeps getting distracted by you not pronouncing things right

König constantly calling you sweet nicknames like prinzessin, schatz, mein engle, liebe, and when you finally asked what all of the names meant he simply said "it means I love you" making you smile as he bends down to hold your face in his hands and kisses you gently

König also has a bit of a staring problem, you will both be sitting on the couch when you look up from your book to see him staring directly at you and smiling, you smile back making him, and he actually starts to blush

This was something that kept me awake and I just had to get it out of my head. Konig is yet another man that I am foaming at the mouth for especially cute little domestic nonsense plus this mouth of a man YUMMALICIOUS (don't care if that's not a word)

#konig #konig edit #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig headcanon

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Pretty thing - König

first part: here

Based on a request:

I need more König with a mommy kink, pretty please 😣🫂

F!Reader, mummy kink, mummy issues, sub!König, praise, civilian!reader (for the sake of this it'll be mommy)

A/N: no NSFW this time...sorry

He grew clingy, protective and obsessed with you. Needed you around him at all times and there were moments where he would get the corners of his mouth dirty just so you could clean it. Wanted to feel your loving touch on him at all times. He always leaned into your touch. König adored how soft you became around him, how your gaze would change when looking at him, the tone you used with him, and how you became the woman he turned to when things went wrong.

A song that always made him think of you was Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex. Anytime your delicate hands caressed his face, how your fingertips left a warm touch of love and care on his skin, that is when he knew he was made for you and you for him. "Mommy, please I just need to be held right now, I can't be strong right now," he cried and you were there, holding him in your shared bed. His head on your lap, your hands brushing his short hair. Tears staining your trousers, sweet nothings whispered to his ear.

There were times when he loved how you made him feel special. How you squeezed his cheeks and how you gushed over how adorable he looked. "My baby, oh my baby!" you leave kisses all over his face. He for the first time that week felt so loved and wanted. How can a man his height and reputation manage to feel this way? That will be a mystery but with you, he loved that feeling. "You are the sweetest angel, Kö!" you kissed him once more and he blushed. "You're my engel, mommy," he whispers and you blush too.

"Polo or just a dress shirt?" he asks as he looks at himself in the mirror. You walk behind him and look at his trousers, "Well, if you change your shoes you can wear the dress one and tuck it in, you'll look really handsome if you do so." you comment and he blushes. "Mommy, you make me blush!" he giggles and you hug him from behind. Because of past comments his mother made, he never found himself to be attractive, and always thought of himself to look hideous. That was until you came along.

After years of reassurance, compliments, many kisses and sleepless nights where he cried, you got to a point where he no longer saw such looks. But there will still be times when you sat with him and listened as he cried over past traumas and the question of one day you would leave him. "No, no..I would never leave you, you're my baby, and I must always be with my baby," you whisper and wipe his tears away. Friends at some point began to question your relationship with him. Especially at times when he would call you. "Mommy, please come home, I need you, I...I need to be held." his voice was quiet and vulnerable. You often times left dinner parties to drive back home to him.

As you held him, he confessed so many things. "Mommy?" he looks up at you, your breasts bringing him comfort. "Yes?" you answer. "When you hold me like this, not hurting me, you're the first one to ever do that." his confession was like a whisper. He goes back to burying his face in your breasts and holding one in his hand. You frown with a small pout and kiss the top of his head. He is precious and delicate with you. For days, you become even more gentle when holding him, like he was an artefact that needed that level of delicateness.

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nerissavenus · 1 month

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Sunny mornings - NerissaVenus

You wake up next to your husband, Toto, and wake your daughter for a fun day ahead.

Enjoy,

Nerissa x

“Toto,” you called out quietly, nudging his shoulder with a small smile, soaking up the quiet, sunny morning.

In response, Toto groaned and shuffled slightly, but still didn’t wake.

You huffed, a small smile still of your face, full of fondness. “Come on, Wolffy.” He grinned, clearly hearing your nickname for him. “We need to get up, it’s a lovely day.”

Finally, he awoke, shifting into a sitting position, back against the headboard. He rubbed his face with his large hands, wedding band glittering due to the shining sun flittering through the sheer white curtains.

He feigned annoyance, but the badly concealed smile giving away his true emotion. “Must we get up, mein glitzernder Engel?”

You gave him a pearly grin, dimples and all. “Yes, we must,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, moving towards him to plant a soft kiss on his lips, “We have plans, and Lily won’t forgive us for abandoning them.”

At the mention of their daughter, his face relaxed, something tender and loving entering his eyes. “No, she wouldn’t would he?” He laughed, throwing off the duvet, waking to their bathroom, giving you a nice, full view of his perky ass.

Wrapping the covers around your body you walked past him, slapping his ass, laughing as he squawked.

You picked out some linen trousers with a cream coloured blouse, putting them on and fixing your hair to be presentable.

You walked out your bedroom and trudged down the hall, stopping at the door decorated with purple butterflies.

You opened the door and walked in, smiling softly at the sight of your daughter sprawled across her bed, lips open, quietly snoring — such like her father, you thought fondly.

Kneeling down, you shook her awake lightly, “Lily, time to get up, sweetheart.”

Unlike her father, however, Lily shot up, that smile only a child can achieve on her face. Her brown-honey eyes gazed at you, her mother, the most beautiful person to her and squealed, “Mama!” Her little hands found their way around you and you chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead, standing up and she wrapped her tiny legs around your waist.

After changing her, you walked down the stairs with her still attached to you, playfully shaking her, causing her to screeched happily while shouting out ‘Mama’.

The two of you entered the kitchen to the sight of Toto cooking breakfast whilst dancing to the music playing.

Sharing a secret smile with Lily, you crept behind Toto and you both wrapped your arms around him; Lily then wrapping her legs around his back.

He chuckled and placed his hands behind her legs to keep her in place, kissed you, and ran around the kitchen with her.

You watched fondly, picking up from where Toto left off with the cooking; the laughter of your daughter and husband ringing through the room.

Once done, you platted everyone’s plates and called them both to the table.

As you were all eating, Toto stroked your face, holding his hand to your cheek. You looked at him through your lashes, softly gazing at him, “I love you,” you said, meaning it so profoundly that the three words felt inadequate.

“Not as much as I love you,” he responded, staring into your eyes for a few more moments before turning back to his breakfast, speaking to Lily about her newest interests.

You watched and felt fulfilled and happy. You couldn’t ask for a better family.

#toto wolff #Toto #formula 1 #f1 #toto wolff x reader #fluff #oneshot #toto wolff x you

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