#könig headcannons

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König NSFW Headcannons

It’s the quiet ones; it’s always the quiet ones. NSFW, obviously, minors DNI (SFW headcannons here). A lot of x reader babbling because I am down horrendous for this man. Again, this got incredibly out of hand, and I needed to just stop. Enjoy the filth, my loves.

- I wholeheartedly believe this man is amazing at foreplay. Maybe it’s inadvertent, but he wants to experience as much of you as he can for as long as he can. He loves just kissing you and feeling your body move against his, he wants the time to trace over every inch of you. He’s fascinated by the way your muscles and bones move under your skin and he loves mapping out any freckles/moles/marks/scars/etc you have.

- Treats sex like a skill, something he can hone, something he will make himself good at it for you. He catalogs your responses, memorizes your facial expressions, and takes careful note of how each touch affects you. He wants to be deliberate about how he makes you feel; he puts so much effort into learning how your body reacts to him until he’s an expert at taking you apart piece by piece.

- Praise this man. Do it. All the time. Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives on your words.

        -- He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone. Make him stumble through the compliments and clench around him when he’s nearly got the words out properly; laugh when he cuts himself off with a gasp and moans and flexes his fingers into your skin, and make him say the praise again.

- Marks. He wants them and wants to give them. He wants dark bruises that are impossible for him to ignore with the way they ache every time he moves his neck. He wants bite marks everywhere and he wants scratches on his back and arms. He doesn’t mind if you make him bleed with your nails or teeth; he wants to keep the stinging feeling for as long as possible. Definitely the type to press his fingers hard against his bruises to feel them hurt and to make them stay longer. When they eventually do fade, he wants you to give him new ones immediately. If you want marks too, he’ll go just as feral on you.

        -- Can’t think straight when you unabashedly show off the marks he gave you. Because he knew he was doing then, he knew there’d be marks when he was sucking and biting at your skin again and again. He knew there’d be bruises where he held onto you a little too hard. But you’d moaned so sweet and told him to keep going, to cover you, and how could he have refused? Now, in the light of day, in public, with people around, he can’t help but flinch at the openness you share them with the world. Because people see. Fuck, people stare at the patchwork of mottled bruises and aggravated blood vessels on your neck, your chest, your collar bones. At the line of dark hickeys stretching from just below your ear, down the beautiful line of your throat, across your chest to where they disappear under your shirt. At the clear shape of his fingertips bruised into your hip when your shirt rides up as you reach for something – something you didn’t even have to reach for because he’s right here and the size of a fucking mountain. You just grin and wink when he puts a hand on your side and grabs the thing for you, and he goes beet red because that’s- that’s how you got that bruise in the first place, from his hand sprawled out against you, fingers gripping into your soft flesh, and his head is fuzzy with it as he snatches his hand back. And you go about your business cool as can be, as if you’re totally unaware of the people around and what you’re doing to him. You’re in a grocery store for fucks sake. It’s agonizing and he’s so conflicted because he’s so antsy about the attention, but he also just wants to mark you up even more. People see and they see you with him and they know. They know he did that to you; they know you let him do that to you. They know, and he feels half wild with it, a little drunk with how they know you’re his because you’re showing them you’re his.

        -- He likes giving you hickeys even in non-sexual situations too – for example, if you’re sitting in his lap reading, he’s got his nose pressed against your neck and he’s mouthing at the side of your throat and across your shoulders, and you just end up with several bruises sucked into your skin. He just really likes doing it.

- Before being involved with you he actively tried to ignore his body. Being so tall and imposing served him well for his jobs in the military, and his muscles were a product of maintaining that use, but outside of work his build was just something that drew more unwanted attention to him. The first time you got his shirt off you took a stunned moment to step back and sweep your eyes over him, and he was immediately on edge. The nervous feeling, the anticipation of your disapproval, half dissipated when you locked your bright eyes on his with a sharp grin and yanked him down into a hungry kiss.

        -- The first time you saw his cock he would have laughed – if he weren’t so nervous – at the wide-eyed, parted-lips look you gave him. He jumped in surprise when you took him in your hand and groaned at the feel of him. He timidly asked if you were alright and nearly laughed again when you rushed out a breathless string of “König there’s no fucking way you think this is average, I’m going to kill you if you think this is normal, I’m literally going to sue if you’re unaware of how fucking big you are, fuck”. He didn’t respond verbally, but shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “how should I have known?” and does start smiling at your incredulous grumbling. Nothing had prepared him for the dark stab of heat through his gut when you looked your pretty eyes up at him and said, with all the earnest sincerity in the world, “You’re gonna split me in half, big boy; I’m gonna feel you for days.”

        -- Now he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the visible bulge in your stomach when he’s all the way inside of you, watching it reappear each time he sinks into you – he pressed his palm flat down on it for the first time and nearly came right then and there when you choked out the most pathetic, keening noise he’s ever heard and scrabbled to grab at his biceps.

        -- Fucks you against the wall, holding you up with his hands tight on your waist, sliding you down on his cock like you’re a fucking toy, listening to your punched out gasps each time he fills you.

        -- He loves how he has to take his time getting even his fingers inside you.

        -- Loves how he can easily hold both of your wrists in one hand and how large his hands look against your body

        -- Loves when you’re on top and you settle into his lap, gasping for air because you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, panting against his neck about how big he is. When you push his shoulders down and splay your fingers out across his abdomen and bounce in his lap. When you make him hold his arms above his head – looking down at him as you take his cock again and again – telling him how good he is, how pretty he looks letting you use him, the stuttered “y-yes ma’am” he manages to choke out when you ask him point blank if he likes getting used like this, if he’d let you ride him until you’re satiated but he’s still hard and aching.

        -- Fucked you in front of a mirror – both of you on your knees, you in front of him between his thighs, with one of his arms banded across your stomach, his hand covering your hip, and the other up around your throat with his forearm pressed against your chest – and, fuck, it nearly ruined him to see how his body dwarfed yours. He held you tight against his chest, occasionally ducking his head down to suck busies into your throat and shoulders, but he mostly made you keep your eyes on him through the mirror. Watched the way your breath hitched as he fucked into you, the way you wanted to crumple forwards when he snaked his hand down between your legs but the other hand around your throat kept you upright, murmuring against your ear about how beautiful you are and how you take him so well.  

- All the above size kink shenanigans being said, he won’t fuck you until you’re ready for it. No matter how desperate you are, how much you beg him to just put his cock in you already, he won’t. Not until he’s worked you open with his fingers and tongue and he’s absolutely sure he won’t hurt you. He furrows his brows with this cute little frown when you beg him and promise you’ll be fine, like he can’t believe how desperate you are for his cock, and tells you how “no, you are not supposed to be this tight, it will not feel good for you, let me relax you, let me make you feel good”

        -- And on that note, he loves you absolutely dripping for him. Slick and hot and already sensitive. He wants you close to crying for it by the time he pushes his cock into you.

- He will shove his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue as he fucks you.

- He fucking loves eating you out. Like to an obsessive degree. He’s gotten so damn good at it that it’s impossible to say no. Sometimes when his mind is too busy and too fast, he just wants to lick into you until all he can focus on is how you taste, your hands tugging at his hair, and the sweet noises you make for him. He’s gotten off so many times rutting against the sheets just from having his head between your thighs; the first time it happened he was so embarrassed, and you were just stunned and amazed that he came practically untouched from how much he enjoyed pleasuring you like that, you had to reassure him that you weren’t mad or disappointed and he got so sheepish when you explained exactly how hot it was.

        -- This man wants you to sit on his face so fucking badly but he’s too shy to say anything. The moment you bring it up or ask him about it he is hauling you up his body, desperate to get his mouth on you. Doesn’t let you hover, he wraps his arms up around your legs, fingers digging into the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, and pulls you down until you settle your full weight on him. Eats like he’s fucking starved, cannot get enough of the taste of you. He’ll watch you the whole time he does it, starring up at you with such a blaze in his eyes that it’s honestly a little frightening, he’s so intense about it but he just doesn’t want to miss any of how beautifully your body shakes for him. You’re reminded of his sheer strength when he won’t let you up; he doesn’t even bother with words, he just makes a dissatisfied noise against you and seals you down with an iron grip. You’ll literally have to be crying from overstimulation and yanking at his hair to get him to take his fucking mouth off you.

- I think he’d prefer to give you oral but of course he loves when you suck him off, seeing you look up at him through your lashes and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Loves watching you struggle to take as much of him as you can.

        -- When you first started giving him blowjobs, he had no idea what to do with his hands and even when you told him he could touch and even pull your hair he was so afraid of hurting you.

        -- Holds your jaw/cheek and hair so gently, even when his hands are shaking and he’s fucking into your mouth. He’s downright ashamed of how much he likes it when you take him too far and gag, how he loves seeing the tears gather in your eyes when you try to take him in your throat.

        -- Loves when you’re mean about it – jerking him off and sucking the head of his cock until he can’t stand it but not letting him cum, popping off him with a filthy wet noise, asking him what’s wrong as he gasps and bucks his hips because you’re rubbing your thumb over his slit and it feels so good but he thinks he’s going to die from it.

- Along that topic, he loves edging and love-hates overstimulation. I think he’s got fantastic stamina so you’ve either got to have him fuck you several times or edge him within an inch of his life. Loves that desperate feeling when you bring him so close to cumming only to back off, over and over again until everything is hazy and all he knows how to do is beg you to let him finish. When you don’t stop after he cums he gets this quick sharp realization that he’s absolutely screwed because it’s too much and now he’s begging you to stop, whimpering and twitching his hips but it’s too much and he’s got tears running down his face and you’re telling him he can cum again.

        -- Overstimulates you all the time because, again, stamina, and because he just fundamentally can’t get enough of you. Loves when you’re shaking, clawing at him and sobbing with these little hiccup gasps, and can barely say anything except his name and “please”

- Okay, okay, I said about how he loves watching you put on makeup. So maybe, maybe, one day he’d let/ask you to put some on him. Just to see how it looks, how it feels to have on. He loves the look of concentration you fix on him the entire time, getting a little bashful when you hold his chin and appraise your work before grabbing something for the next step. When you’re done you sit with him as he looks in the mirror and he’s shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this curiosity, but it isn’t heavy, and he doesn’t look like a clown. He looks… pretty. You’ve made him look soft and delicate, like he deserves the shimmer you’ve put at the corners of his eyes and the faint color on his lips. It twists something equal parts visceral and shameful in his gut, but his cock certainty takes interest in the proceedings when you tell him how beautiful he looks and how he’d look even better with the lip-gloss smeared and the mascara running down his cheeks.

- Another thing I alluded to in my last sfw headcannons list: he’s cum in his pants before. That specific time I was talking about I think would be the first time he ever did it and he was fucking mortified. Like, would have run out of the room had you not been literally in his lap. He’s blushing so badly you can practically feel the heat coming off his face. He’s not even trying to talk; he’s just got his head tilted back with his hands pressed to his face. Mortified. He didn’t mean to. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. But you were so close to him, and you smelled so good, and you were kissing him – licking into his mouth like you wanted to consume him, biting at his lower lip, pulling the collar of his shirt aside so you could mouth and nip at his throat, barely giving him time to breathe. He was so hard it was nearly painful and all any of his senses could pick up on was you and he just. He just came in his fucking pants. And now he feels like he’s going to cry. But you’re speaking to him softly and nudging his hands away from his bright red face and you’re smiling at him. Once he calms down enough for you to convince him that you don’t think he’s pathetic he watches, transfixed, as you skim your fingers over the wet patch on his pants and he full-body shivers at the way you’re looking at him – all heat and predatory intent – and he’s still just trying to wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even after he made such a fool out of himself. It’s definitely not the last time it happens, given how much you like to wind him up, and he gets a little more comfortable with the whole thing as you repeatedly tell him how much you like seeing him lose it.

- While we’re talking about cumming, he loves to cum inside you. He buries himself as deep as possible, which is pretty fuckin’ deep, and stays pressed as close as he can the entire time he cums. Then he pulls out and holds your thighs apart with bruising strength and just watches you twitch as his cum leaks out of you. He fucking groans at the sight like you’ve pulled the sound out of his lungs. He’ll push it back into you with his fingers just to watch it leak out again.

- Tall man. Well-muscled man. Hmm. He absolutely does the Knee Thing. If you’re making out laying down and he’s half-kneeling, leaning over you with his weight braced on his forearms, he’ll absolutely be slotting his leg between yours, pressing his thigh firmly against you. The first time he does it instinctively, just by nature of being as big as he is and trying to balance above you but also be as close as possible. He’s amazed that you feel so strongly about such a simple action but when you start to buck your hips against his leg, he vows to always do it. Which means he later figures out he can shove his thigh up between your legs while he’s got you backed against a wall; and because he’s so tall he can force you to drop almost all of your weight on him, your toes barely touching the floor as you squirm.

- So, I also think he’d really like thigh-riding. He loves seeing you so desperate and grinding against him, too needy and impatient to do anything else. He loves how you whine and grab his shoulders and try to get the perfect friction. He’ll move you himself, guiding you with his hands gripping your hips. Loves how you react when he flexes the thick, corded muscle against you. Seeing you fall apart like this kind of makes him understand why you like seeing him cum in his pants.

- He is so incredibly careful with you. The very last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. I think one of his limits is he won’t hit/slap you in any form. Even if you’re into it, he can’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d be hurting you so it’s a go-no. He was shaky but vehement when he told you it was just something he couldn’t do.

- I also don’t think he be a fan of any sort of degradation – he wants to be praised and all he wants to do is praise you. He’d never call you any degrading names.

- Loves lazy morning sex and any instance where you two have time to be slow and he can just hold you and kiss you everywhere he can reach.

- He loves tying you up, loves the trust you place in him when you let him restrict your mobility. I think he’d really enjoy shibari (intricate rope bondage). He likes the artistic and technical aspect of the knots; it’s an almost therapeutic process to create different patterns and restraints across your body. He likes how relaxed and calm you get, pliant as he shifts you around, the dopey-eyed looks and lazy smiles and contented hums you give him. He loves the way the rope looks against your skin, and he loves the marks they leave after. He loves the intimacy of tying you up, the intensity of having you tied up, and the returning intimacy of untying you – he murmurs praise to you as he removes the rope, he presses kisses at each place he undoes a knot, rubbing your muscles and soothing the skin that has marks.

        -- I don’t think he’d be particularly into bondage on himself. The most he’d do is a pair of soft leather cuffs, but if he’s ever been captured and tied up or cuffed by an enemy then he will absolutely not like bondage on him.

        -- That being said, I think he absolutely fucking thrives with mental bondage. You tell him to keep his arms at his sides and he will not move them. You tell him to keep his wrists crossed above his head and that’s where they’ll stay until you tell him otherwise. You tell him not to move his hips, to keep his hands on the headboard, to keep his mouth open, you tell him anything and he will do it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t actually have the strength to physically hold him down. It doesn’t matter how needy and desperate he gets, how much he shakes and whines, it doesn’t even matter if he’s crying and begging. He’s disciplined and you told him not to move so he won’t move, not one single inch.

- Aftercare king when he’s the dominant one. At a minimum he makes sure you drink water, gets you your favorite snack, makes sure you communicate how you’re feeling, tells you how good you did and how much he enjoyed you, cleans you up, and will hold you for as long as you want. This man will do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.

        -- When he needs aftercare, he’d particularly need lots of reassurance. He’s always worrying about whether or not he did well with regular sex so for more intense stuff he needs your soothing words even more. I think he’d really like to have you in his lap with his arms locked around your waist and his face buried in your neck, listening to your breathing or you humming, while you rub your hands up and down his back – the soft noise and the repetitive motion grounds him and he likes to be able to smell the lingering perfume and sweat-salt on your neck. He won’t talk right away but eventually you’ll get to verbally check in with him. No matter how long you stay with him he’s always going to be a little grumpy when you tell him you have to get up and get him hydrated and clean.

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[simp4konig]

Intimate König headcannons

Gender-neutral Reader

Word Count: 1246

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König's crush on you was not subtle. At ALL.

My personal headcannon is that he has never had a girlfriend/boyfriend/lover before. :(

I mean, bullied at school, enlisting into the military aged 17, climbing up the ranks to become a Colonel... yeah, to me it doesn't sound like the man would ever have time to find a significant other.

Oh, don't get me wrong, he would devote so much time to a partner (if he had one), would coddle them and cuddle them more than humanly possible and spend every, making the most out of every moment together. Precious hours never taken for granted that he dreamed of while on deployment.

...Yet, having no experience with receiving affection and being affectionate since being a very young boy, when his mother was still around to take care of him before he attended secondary school, up to this point he had ZERO (0) experience.

Still, König ALWAYS had a hand over your body in some way, under the guise of protecting you and keeping you out of harm's way. It was endearing that he cared so much about your well-being. 🥹

Resting a large hand on the small of your back as he guided you down crowded rooms (though that was almost always a pretence, as there would actually be very few people around, and it was only his excuse for touching you).

Leading you out, his hand would be quickly replaced by his arm wrapping around your side and pulling you close, closer even than you had been moments prior.

Truth be told, the way he touched you was the way he longed, craved for someone else to touch him. To long for him and crave him as much as he craved you.

It wasn't like you were oblivious. In fact, you were hyper-aware of the skin-to-skin touch, of every instance his fingers grazed your knuckles when handing you something, of every "accidental" bump of your head into his chest in corridors, of each time he rested a hand on your shoulder. Or on your back for reassurance — though, whether it was for your reassurance or his own, you couldn't tell.

All his touches, his gazes at your from afar and up close, the way his pale blue eyes crinkled in happiness under that long hood of his: all of it; you noticed it all. Every single time.

Obviously, you didn't object. You relished in this attention, so touch-starved that each touch made you melt. Besides, how could you even? You became putty in his hands, and you revelled the feeling of being so loved.

...However, your own intrusive thoughts insisted that you wouldn't be good enough for König, did not deserve such a man like him.

As much as it pained you to do so, you shied away from his advances, always the first to pull away.

And, of course, König noticed it. Every single time.

His immediate thought was that you didn't feel the same way. That you felt disgusted, disgusted by him and his touch.

Did you not like the way he touched you? Did you not like him?

Therefore, for a while, he toned down the touching. A simple pat on the back or a tap on the shoulder would have to suffice, despite his desperate need to feel more of you, touch you more.

Judging your reactions, scrutinising your cues... you weren't disgusted. Not in the slightest, it appeared.

You just looked... flustered. Shy. A hand would go up to hide the blush on your cheeks — nothing discreet about that — stubbornly avoiding his gaze, yet a small smile was on your face, and it made him wonder: what if you really did like the way he touched you? Liked him?

His touches became more daring. Confident.

One day, all of his anxiety ceased to exist when you reciprocated his touch with some of your own.

The hand kept in place of your hip flinched slightly at yours timidly moving to touch the top of his, interlocking fingers over his palm. Momentarily causing König to short-circuit, he became stiff, audibly gulping.

Adam's apple swallowing the dryness of his throat, he looked at you, frantically attempting to read the expression on your face.

You said nothing, didn't look at him at all, yet through that gesture alone König understood it better than had you could have ever said it in words.

For a moment, you regretted it. Even made a move to sheepishly pull your hand away. König, finally pulled out of his daze, held your hand in place, squeezing it three times. You squeezed it three times, too.

Suddenly, it all made sense to him, and, somehow, made sense to you too. You two were meant to be together, regardless of your insecurities.

Now, your dynamics shifted slightly.

Hands held together as you two sat by each other in a room, neither acknowleding the situation in case the other pulled away in embarassment. Never parting ways without a good-bye hug from you, your arms lingering by his own for a moment longer than they should have.

When you two are finally in a relationship?

☠️ Say goodbye to privacy and personal space ig

König is unbelievably clingy, and literally clings on to whatever of you he can reach. He does not let you go. There can be no compromise, and he keeps you in place, despite your protests and squirming, face flushed as you tried to playfully push him off you, obviously to no avail.

At the same time, König's touch is so, so gentle.

Tentative touches on your skin as if your body was precious porcelain, a fragile fine china.

Callous hands that had killed so many in cold blood running across your back, your arms, your waist, your legs, anywhere that König could reach, with a mildness that could have made people question whether it was even the same man and if so, how he could ever be capable of being so soft.

It doesn't matter whether you go to the gym regularly and have put on muscle or whether you are someone on the more petite side, you're so delicate to König. Like you could be broken at any moment.

For that reason, he holds back. Or, at least, tries to, for the most part. Bless his soul, he tries his best, but it's impossible not to cradle your body in his arms. <3

Unable to restrain himself, his resolve breaks after five minutes of going without you under him or on top of him or beside him or entangled with him, and his hands go back to touching you all over again, caressing you with such care and love that tears often brim in your eyes.

No one has ever been so gentle, so attentive, so loving. No one has ever touched you like this before.

And, seeing how you allow yourself to be vulnerable with him, to see you so sensitive, he would wordlessly wipe the tears away with his thumb, your eyes glassy like a doll's.

He'd run his fingers through your hair, whisper sweet nothings in a mix of English and German, often forgetting to speak in English and unconsciously reverting to German, calling you the loveliest things in a tone that expressed his complete devotion to you.

And, as you'd sleep peacefully beside him in bed, he'd admire you, and wonder how on Earth he possibly could have gotten so lucky.

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Note: can i please have my own König irl please and thank you🙏🥰 want nothing more than a big beefy man to hold me 🥹❤️❤️(😭 man i need some mentsl help 🗿thays for another day tho am not wbout to get into the catastrophic state of my brain😊✨gonna keep deluding mtself instead !!<3)

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[venomous-ragno]

What nicknames do they call their partner?

I take requests btw ;)

Tags: CoD x you, gn!reader but use of female nicknames, sfw, fluff, Ghost x reader, Price x reader, Soap x reader, Gaz x reader, Alejandro Vargas x reader, König x reader, Rodolfo x reader

Warnings: Never proofread :D (German native speaker so don't come for me for König's part,,, Austrian German is an entirely different language and it's mystery to us Germans how it works ok)

Masterlist

Ghost isn't the most fluffy person when it comes to nicknames; he mostly used them during sex and can be quite creative then. Outside of the bedroom he mostly sticks to doll, dollface and princess. Never in public let alone during work though.

Price prefers the more simple route. He calls you by nickname in private only, chuckles when you tell him he sounds cheesy, doesn't deny himself the satisfied grin when you call him by nicknames too. His favourites are love, darling and dearest. The classics.

Gaz likes to be cheeky. Playful teasing is one of his ways to show love, so he'll actively search for embarassing, old fashioned, over the top names. Don't worry though, he'll stick to more passable ones when others are around. Sweetcheeks and sugar tits in private, sunshine in public.

Soap is a man of passion, a man far from afraid to show everyone he's yours and you're his. His nicknames are filled with love but can change in meaning just by the tone he calls you in. A big fan of nicknames in the bedroom too, such as: Babe, baby and devil. Soap never tires of declaring you his.

König. Oh, sweet, genuine König. Not the most creative one, but a big fan of nicknames nonetheless. There's just something about them to him, like little declarations of love. Lots of German nicknames, ever changing; schatz (treasure), häschen (little bunny) and engel (angel) are his go to. In English he'll stick to cupcake, no matter your protests.

Alejandro promised to love you with all he is, and he's never broken a promise. His nicknames are testaments to how alive you make him feel, of the want to live your sole presence ignites in him. Spanish rolls off his tongue easily: Mi amor, mi vida, light of my life. Not a speck of shame to be found when he calls you by those in front of others.

Rodolfo tends to use nicknames absentmindedly, and has called you by some during work, when his comrades happened to be around. They laugh it off, happy he's found someone, but he prefers to keep such things private. Has definitely called Alejandro by a nickname on accident once. Imagine the colonel's smirk at being called carinõ / carinã, mi corazón and sweetheart.

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[konigbabe]

NSFW alphabet with König

Pairing: König x fem!reader

Word count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: smut; nsfw; praise kink; p-in-v sex; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; oral sex; fem!oral receive; m!oral receive

A/N: This is essentially my own interpretation of what König's NSFW alphabet would look like.  | source |

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A little warning before you read this; what you're about to read is my own interpretation of König, how I see him, and my opinion on what he likes and doesn't. My vision may be different from yours, so please be mindful of that.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

König would want to remain inside of you for a while after you’re both done, just catching his breath and making sure you’re alright, asking you whether he was too rough or whether he hurt you in any way. He'd linger there, taking the time to enjoy the warmth of your embrace and savor the connection between you two, content to stay until his body had fully regained its strength. All the while, he'd be checking in to make sure you're feeling good, and if there's anything he can do to make your experience even better.

He'd be willing to go to great lengths to ensure your comfort and make sure you feel secure and loved. Wrapping his strong arms around your naked body, your skin and senses enveloped by his scent and his hoarse voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You can feel the warmth radiating from his arms as he holds you close, providing a safe haven for you.

"Geht es dir gut? Are you alright?"

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

König is a true boob guy; he utterly loves your boobs regardless of their size or shape and is truly enamored with them. There isn't a time when he wouldn't hold them, squeeze them, and play with them as he's seated deep within you, filling you up to the brim; but it doesn't have to be sexual all the time. After a long day or rough deployment, he'd just come home and lay on your chest, one hand casually enveloping your boob for comfort as you watch the TV or talk about your day. He'd kiss you and caress your chest, and whisper in your ear how much he loves it, how much he loves you, and how much he wishes he could stay there forever.

For you, it's his hands; not only can he do wonders with them, but you absolutely love holding them. Whenever you lay with him, you take his hand with both of yours, feeling the rough texture of his fingers as you kiss each tip and his palm, a simple gesture you've come to learn helps soothe his anxiety as König has tendencies to get into his own head when intimate, making him spiral and disassociate. You instinctively know to be gentle, to rub his hands in slow circles and whisper calming words in his ear until the effects of his anxiety slowly dissipate, allowing him to find the comfort and safety you yearn to give him, something you've come to understand in the early stages of your relationship.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Feeling hesitant to let you experience his taste for the first time as you went down on him. But as he watched you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off with an intensity that was almost as if you were starving for it, his hesitance quickly gave way to desire, and he couldn't help but release into your throat when he saw the look of content in your eyes, an utter look of desire that shot straight into his core. Both of you were aware that the fantasy of having all of him fit inside your mouth was impossible but that never stopped you from trying. König's moan of pleasure filled the air, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. His release was enough to make both of you satisfied, and afterward, he'd always let you have a taste, building into your addiction. All the worry melted away as the pleasure of his taste became an all-consuming desire.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Following the fact that you awoken König's obsession with blowjobs, all this man has been dreaming about was to just fuck your face, seeing your eyes water and mascara running down as you struggle to take his full length in, your mouth feeling as if it is being stretched beyond its capacity as he thrusts deeper. Your hands hold onto his hips for dear life as he uses your mouth to pleasure himself, your throat feeling the strain of his girth as he continues to pump. His groans of pleasure echoing off the walls as he comes closer to the edge, moans of pleasure a testament to his delight in the experience. But he's too afraid to act on this primal urge, his insecurities holding him back from indulging in his wildest fantasies.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced enough to know what he's doing but had a relatively small number of previous partners - and even fewer of those who stayed long enough for him to find the true comfort of a relationship and intimacy. He's usually more content with being left alone, satisfying his needs on his own terms, not having to worry about what his partner might be thinking or feeling. He prefers to live a life where he can have his own space and not be in a constant state of worry over a potential relationship, taking solace in the fact that he can be his own person.

With you in his life, the beginning was rather rough. You've never heard anyone say more "nos" and "stops" as König did when your kisses turned more heated, when your hips sought his, hands fumbling with his clothes before he caught them, fingers wrapping gently around your wrists to stop your advances as his comfort zone became compromised. It took a lot of patience to get him to relax, but once you did, König couldn't help but admire and be amazed by your sincere and passionate desire to please him. He felt deeply touched and grateful for your willingness to work with him and help him open up and feel relaxed about the situation.

The phrases you'd hear from him on daily basis before were definitely "Darf ich dich küssen?" (May I kiss you?) and "Darf ich dich anfassen?"(Can I touch you?). He would try his absolute hardest to speak English with you, aware that you had only a limited understanding of the German language, but there were certain things he felt more comfortable saying in his native language, and who were you to deny him that comfort.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

König might appear tough on the outside, but beneath the surface lies a gentle giant. He loves to make eye contact with you and to read their expressions to understand what will bring the most pleasure and joy. In the bedroom, König is an incredibly passionate and tender lover, always paying attention to detail and making sure you feel truly worshipped.

He loves when you sit on his lap, his hard cock burying deep within your soaked walls, allowing you to have all the control. Your thighs sit on either side of his hips as he brings his legs up, enveloping you in his warmth. Big hands sit comfortably on your thighs, drawing circles on the heated flesh with an occasional grip when the head of his cock nudges your cervix, resulting in a blissful groan from him that reverberates through your body, leaving you with a feeling of absolute pleasure.

Another one of his favorites is spooning; one hand gripping your ass, almost covering it all as his other seeks the feel of the soft tissue of your boobs. He's not much into dirty talk, not really experienced with it so he'd rather remain silent, few grunts and moans leaving his lips that are pressed against the crown of your head, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure as his hips rock upwards and bumping into your ass.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

König takes his role as your lover very seriously and is devoted to expressing his passionate feelings to you. He's incredibly focused and silent while he's with you, and wants nothing more than to make sure you know how much he cares for you. He can be playful and lighthearted when the opportunity arises, but his main goal is to provide you with the utmost pleasure and make sure you feel loved.

If you're feeling a bit playful and you've enjoyed a few drinks beforehand, he might be willing to entertain you, the alcohol providing him with a much-needed boost of confidence and an extra bit of energy to keep the fun going.

"Liebling, quit provoking me or I'll get my revenge on you," he'd tease.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

When home, König keeps himself groomed; not too short but doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, knowing just how long his hairs can get. He has a fine trail of hair running down his abdomen, leading all the way down to his crotch, neatly groomed and trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As mentioned before, König is a sensual lover; a romantic softball. He will whisper sweet nothings into your ear, kissing your cheek softly with his lips lingering and his breath brushing against your skin. He'd be so close to you that you'd be able to feel his heart racing against your own, and his strong arms tightening around you as he holds you. His hands would delicately explore your body, his gaze full of longing as he drinks in your beauty.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

König is used to being alone and lonely, so the sensation of wrapping his own hand around his own cock brings a sense of familiarity more than being buried deep inside of you and feeling the pleasing texture of your inner walls as they hug his cock with each slow, shallow thrust.

Even now, you sometimes catch him during the morning standing underneath the lukewarm water of your shower, one hand against the cold marble tiles as his other hand moves along his cock, thumb swiping over the head, spreading his precum laced with water over his skin to make it easier for him to move his hand up and down. He gasps softly, eyes closed as he enjoys the sensations of his own pleasure and as you watch, you can't help but be in awe of the pleasure he is feeling. His breathing grows faster, his hips arching as his fingers move faster. You can see a sheen of sweat on his skin, the water droplets mingling with it as he moans and his breathing increases in pace. His hand movements quicken and he finally reaches his climax, his body trembling as he enjoys his pleasure. He takes a few moments to catch his breath before finally turning off the shower and stepping out. You can't help but feel a bit of envy as you watch him turn to you with a blissful smile on his face and a satisfied look in his eyes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wet sex; now König and you tried shower sex once which ended in disaster. The slippery feeling of tiles didn't allow for much leverage, König's massive height not really helpful either when finding a safe and most importantly comfortable position to enjoy the moment. But what he absolutely loves is that after-shower glow you have on you; when your hair is still wet, droplets of water running down your neck, following the curve of your breast and cascading down your torso. His eyes stay glued to the droplet, watching it disappear into the towel, before he finds another one, falling from your hairline, sliding down your temple, to your jawline, and following the trail the previous droplet created.

The feeling of your wet skin against his felt like nothing else, as all his senses start to go wild. You can feel König's love and passion as he takes his time to make you feel as if you are the only thing in the world. The feeling of wet sex was an experience like no other.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

Bedroom, undoubtedly, or the couch - anywhere inside the safety of your own home is perfect for König. He likes to enjoy the comfort of being surrounded by quiet and having all the time to explore your desires and see what is only for his eyes to see. He can lie down with you, relax and indulge in whatever brings him pleasure and peace of mind.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise; he lives for it. He loves it, even more, when you're vocal about how he's making you feel and what his touch does to you. Telling him how good he is at pleasing you in bed, and how much pleasure you experience when you're together, is something he'll never tire of hearing. He'll be thrilled to hear words of encouragement and admiration for his sexual prowess and the care and attention he gives you in the bedroom. Show your appreciation for the pleasure he brings you and he'll be sure to give you even more.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that could have the potential to cause you harm or distress. When in war zones, he´s surrounded by pain, loss and damage, something that's embedded deep in his soul. The knowledge that he could've done harm to you in the most intimate moments of yours makes his anxiety spike.

König also wouldn't enjoy having someone else join in. He wants you all to himself, knowing that he's the only one who can truly bring you the pleasure you desire, and satisfy your needs to their fullest extent. You are also the only person who has seen König naked, and he can't imagine someone else's prying eyes on him, measuring him, comparing him. Just the thought of this would eat him alive.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

König's a pleaser; doesn't mean he doesn't want to receive as well. He loves it when you take him in your mouth, worshipping him like he was a deity. And in some sense, with the amount of pleasure he's able to give you, you feel like he truly is a god.

When going down on you, he takes his time. Kissing the trail down, he'd stop at your chest, gently sucking and lightly biting at the flesh of your boobs until they are tender and aching, nipples erect and begging for attention which he'd give them later. Toying with your belly button for a second before laying his tongue flat against your swollen clit, nibbling and kissing your quivering mound as his fingers plunge deep inside. His attention would be mostly on your clit though, knowing that's what gets you truly going; swirling his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently, increasing the pressure until you can't help but moan.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual on his own accord but again, König's a pleaser; he'll do what you ask him, listening to your commands like the good and obedient soldier he is. You want him go deeper? He'll throw your leg on his shoulder, bracing his arms on either side of your head, fingers digging into the hard surface of your bed as his hips spread you open, allowing for that desired deeper feel you craved from him. You want him to go faster? No problem; angling his hips and digging his knees into the mattress for support, he'll pound you in lightning speed. Want him to go harder on you? He'll spread your legs wide, bottoming into you with each thrust, making you jump up on the bed a little each time.

Want him to make love to you? That's his favorite thing in the whole world. He'll make sure you're fully satisfied, his own pleasure coming second to yours. His skilled hands and body will make sure you have the best time possible, and you'll be begging for more each and every time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

König enjoys slow and tender lovemaking, as it gives him a chance to ensure that all of your needs are met. He knows that it takes time for your body to get used to his size and that, with proper foreplay and lubrication, the experience can be far more pleasurable. As such, he takes his time in order to make sure that you are both comfortable and enjoy the experience. Quickies are not an option for him, since it would likely cause you discomfort and he wants to make sure that you always receive the pleasure you deserve.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

With a good amount of alcohol surging through his system, König becomes a willing participant in your little experiments. Nothing too out of his comfort zone but as you build your relationship and deepen your connection, you see him open up more to your desires, extending his willingness to learn about your body and mind.

You make him test his limits, discovering all sorts of intimate secrets, buried deep within your shared passion. Experiencing a newfound level of raw undeniable connection never before felt with another person, he trusts in your guidance.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Man has stamina for days; especially when adrenaline is pumping through his veins. After years on the battlefield, his endurance remains unparalleled to any of your past lovers. Finding yourself completely taken with his might, you thank God he’s yours to enjoy.

The only time he finishes embarrassingly quick is when your mouth is wrapped tightly around his cock, tongue flat against his underline, feeling the heavy flesh on your tastebuds as you make eye contact with him; his cum will flood your mouth as his eyes roll back and body quivers.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not really into toys as he doesn't really know how to use them properly on you or on himself. He knows exactly where to touch and kiss to make you go wild, and he loves to explore each and every inch of your body until you can hardly take it anymore and he doesn't need any toys for that. He savors every moment and truly takes his time savoring all that your body has to offer.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

König isn't that big on teasing as much as you are, eliciting a moan from him as you slowly sink onto your knees before him, hands struggling with his belt as you undo them. He's expecting your mouth around his head the moment you free his cock of all the restraints but instead, your lips latch onto his sensitive balls, sucking at the razor-thin skin as you use your fingers to spread his precum onto his cock, lubricating it, listening to the desperate growl of pleasure that leaves his throat as he begs you to finally wrap your mouth around him.

What he is more into is payback; when you tease him, he'll tease back ten times more. When he feels you nearing your climax with his tongue playing with your throbbing clit, he slowly stops all action, fingers still deep inside your warm walls as his lips move to kiss your thighs, hips, and stomach. His touch tantalizes you, sending chills up and down your spine, your whole body coming alive as he works his way towards your breasts, sending an ever-intensifying wave of bliss every place his lips touch without moving his digits inside you even an inch.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

König is very reserved, usually pretty quiet and controlled, able to maintain his composure through most of your time together. But as his arousal heightens and his control slips, his moans start to resonate more deeply with each passing moment, his body trembling in anticipation of the pleasure ahead. As he reaches his release, a quiet whisper of your name escapes his lips, almost as if it's a reflexive prayer.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves when you sink your teeth into his flesh; not enough to draw blood but enough to leave bite marks that remain for days. Marking is something he's come to love, especially on himself. It makes him feel like he has a place where he belongs, someone he belongs to. He loves the intense arousal that comes with that bite, it makes it easier for him to draw his strength from you and the more you mark him, the more that connection between the two of you seems to grow. Every time you mark him, it's as if you're sealing in your love and devotion and he wouldn't have it any other way.

König isn't overly possessive; he knows that you had a choice, you could have chosen anyone in the world, but you chose to entice him, so he doesn't feel the need to prove that you belong to him [not as much as he loves when you prove to people around that he belongs to you].

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Solid 9.5 inches (24 centimeters) - way above average even for men of his height. He's not circumcised, as most Austrian men aren't. His cock curves slightly to the left and upwards when erect. Surprisingly, he isn't particularly wide in girth, but his length more than makes up for it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

König's drive may be lacking due to his anxiety, and he may apologize for not being able to satisfy your desires as much as you had initially hoped; however, he still strives to make sure you get some form of release, whether it be through his physical or oral stimulation. He may not be able to give you the satisfaction you desire in the moment, but he still puts in the effort to make sure that you get some sort of satisfaction.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends on the day he's had; after a long and draining day, König's more prone to falling asleep shortly after, his body worn out from the heaviness of the day and fulfilling your desires in the nighttime.

If the day was good, König will reward himself and you by taking care of you afterwards, bringing you a cup of cold, refreshing water and providing a massage to all the strained muscles. You can feel his calloused fingers kneading into your tired body, releasing the tension and soothing your aches, a blissful groan of contentment leaving your lips as you settle your head onto his chest and take in the moment.

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[evilvvithin]

⋆ KÖNIG'S SFW ALPHABET ⋆

he's the best thing that ever happened to this world and this soft scrumbly cutie has me in unbeliavable chokehold he deserves so much more love and attention

(NSFW ver. / both on AO3)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Once you break his invisible walls and get him to open to you fully, he's extremely affectionate. He follows you everywhere making sure everyone knows he's with you and you're with him. He's touchy and I mean REALLY touchy. He will brush his hand onto yours all the time or rub your shoulders, pat your back or brush your hair slightly with his fingers.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 

This man is shy, I repeat shy. He liked you the second he saw you but didn't have enough courage to talk to you so you took the lead. It took him a long time to open up, he doesn't trust easily as he doesn't want to get hurt. The second he knew he could trust you, he became the most talkative, funny and supportive friend you've ever had. You were surprised he was way more outgoing than you thought as long as he was with you or in a small circle or his close friends. He's overprotective too, it meant a lot for him to open up to you so he's not gonna let you go now.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles, anything intimate and touchy with his loved one. He wouldn't cuddle in public much, it makes him feel awkward, but as soon as you two are alone you are getting squished in his bear hug.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

König would be all for it. He wants a warm safe place with someone he loves to call home. He enjoys anything that makes you happy or helps you, you'll find him cooking or cleaning many times when you get home. He can't cook that well, but he definitely tries his best.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Even though he's shy and unsure, when it comes to dealing with stuff like that he definitely straight goes in and tells you exactly what's happening and how he feels. He doesn't walk around the problem especially with someone he loves, he's a fair guy and wouldn't lie or pretend to you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It's hard to get him to open up to you and trust you, but once you do he's gonna be all yours and won't be against any commitment. In fact, he wants to get engaged soon to mark this wonderful person you are as his, fully. You did it, you won this gentle giant's heart and he'll happily commit and proudly show everyone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

EXTREMELY gentle. He wouldn't curve a hair on your head. He’s overall really gentle towards everyone, but if he goes on some mission he turns into silent deadly force you don't want to mess with. Even if you piss him off somehow he won’t show it and it takes a lot to get him pissed off, but don't you dare say or do anything towards his lover, he’d show you his not gentle side more than soon.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

König loves hugs and physical contact, but only from people he knows and trusts. He’s not gonna randomly hug you in public with people around, but as soon as you’re alone he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your head. He loves the height difference and wants to protect you from everything.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’ll take a lot of courage to say it, and even when he has the courage he’s still not sure if he should say it. He’s always doubting himself even when it’s clear you two love each other. When he finally says it the first time, don’t count on hearing it too often. Those words are too precious and mean too much to him to just throw them around all the time like something ordinary, but he makes sure you feel he loves you even without saying it out loud. He'll shower you with cute nicknames all the time though.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

König doesn’t get jealous easily and when he does, it’s more of an insecurity feeling rather than jealous. He fully trusts you so he doesn't mind you talking to other people, but once in a while he gets the inner voice doubting him and asking if he’s good enough for you. You need to give this man lots of love and attention.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He goes all in. Intense, long, romantic kisses. When you're out with friends or in public in general, he places small kisses on your forehead or top of your head there and there. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He feels comfortable around them, way more than adults. Kids don't make fun of his anxiety and don't taunt him, they also can't pretend and lie and he appreciates that. He's also one giant gentle baby in his heart, not gonna lie.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy. Both of you curled up in bed, enjoying the comfort and warmth of each other. It's always you who gets up first and he follows, otherwise as long as you're in bed with him he stays.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He takes a LOT of space in bed and moves a lot around, from one side to another before he fully falls asleep. You're not cuddled up with him, he's hugging you like a plushie keeping you glued to his chest.

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He doesn't open easily and if he says anything about himself, he doesn't go into details. Eventually he opens up to you, but he needs to fully trust you and feel comfortable with you, he’s too scared of being failed by someone.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

If you want to make König angry, you gotta work for it real hard. He has a lot of patience and tolerance, which means it’s almost impossible to anger him but if you manage to do it, you should run. 

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s the type of man who remembers literally everything when you mention it just once. He’s obsessed with every little detail about you and everything connected to you and he never forgets the day you two met, nor every single day that came after that. Unfortunately he also remembers every bad thing that happened to him in past and he carries it with him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

There’s nothing he loves more than just sitting quietly with you, feeling loved and comfortable. He doesn’t care where it is. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He might be a gentle giant that wouldn’t hurt a fly, but when it comes to you he can turn into a beast within a second. No one is allowed to mess with you. He wouldn’t go straight for a fight or anything, but if the situation requires it he wouldn’t care.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This man remembers everything and he always makes sure he has something ready, be it preparing a nice dinner or buying you a small gift. He doesn’t need to be reminded more than once to do something, he just remembers it and does it without procrastination. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes when he gets too nervous he bits his nails. You help him with this habit but it’s a long way to go yet.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is insecure about himself and puts a lot of care in the way he looks. He always smells good, looks good but still can doubt himself if it’s enough. He easily overcomes his inner doubting voice thanks to you though.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He can do just fine all alone, he’s a loner but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be loved. He’d feel lost and empty without you as you filled him with confidence. If you two broke up, it’d take him a long time to recover but he would hide everything so on the outside no one could suspect a thing. He never forgets anything, so even if he recovered he’d still carry the memory and pain with him forever.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

König loves potatoes and schnitzel don’t even @ me

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates drinking. Of course he doesn't mind normal drinking, he occasionally gets a drink there and there, but he feels disgusted by people who gets black out drunk regularly.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He needs to be hugging something. Be it you or pillow or blanket.

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[itsirk-is-the-lusional]

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[daisygirlwrites]

könig's real name is hans

Change my mind

HE GIVES ME HANS VIBES WTF

Hans is a popular name for him (same with Alex) but I really like Dietrich. Its meaning is ruler of people. I got some headcanons of how he got his callsign and I like the idea that his actual name is a play on it.

Also, this is sort of a note that for my Crash fics, König's first name is Dietrich. It'll be in a upcoming fic, so it won't be a surprise there.

#daisygirlwrites #könig #cod headcanons #call of duty headcanons #könig headcannons #konig #konig headcanons

[c-r0w5]

I just thought how könig doesn’t do well in social situations so imagine him and you are on public transport, and you notice he is starting to fidget a lot. The solution? Noise canceling headphones that you quickly fish out your bag/backpack, and simply plop them on his head. The relief that washes over his faces as he hears his/your favorite music would melt me. He would def squeeze your hand as a thank you for the headphones. Idk if this has been thought of before but I think it’s neat :)

#könig #könig headcannons #i love him so much

[asmicity-writes]

Cuddling w Konig <3

Warnings: None

Sorry, part two is not available anymore :(

Pic:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At first, he's worried that he might squish you to death in bed because well... size diff. You don't have the amount of muscle padding that he has, and he's aware! So when you start to cuddle n stuff, you had to start slow. Also, he was super nervous about it too because hes just a lil shy ykwim.

"Ahhh." Konig groans, sitting on the bed, making it lopsided due to his weight.

You were in bed, laying there innocently. You're eyes were half opened as you looked at him through your lashes. Konig places his mask down, and he whispers.

"Are you asleep, mein liebling?"

He places his rough hands on your pillowy thighs underneath your sheets, and rubs them. he spoons your figure and wraps his arms around your waist.

This was so out of character for your colonel, he was probably very sleepy. He brushes his hand and tangles it in your hair.

"So pretty..." he mumbles.

The moment your bodies molded together, you get tired. and start softly snoring.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-asmicity

a/n: As i write more, i started to realise i dont feel that comfortable writing NSFW for u guys. I get that you may like it but idk... theres lots of creators that do it too, so mayb ask them. Im rlly sorry yall :( ill be rewriting part two though. 💌

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[centaurisolarflare]

König Headcannons

Someone tell me what absolute crack they’re sprinkling these masked Call of Duty men with. I’ve got major König brainrot and this got wildly out of hand, like a five-page word doc out of hand – I had to just stop because it got so long. Might do an NSFW one, lmk if you’d want that. I love you all dearly, enjoy!

- He’s really good at Tetris. Don’t ask me how or why I arrived at this conclusion, I myself have no idea. Dude just likes Tetris. It’s fast paced and demands his attention so he can usually sit still if he’s focused on the game.

- Compulsively chews the skin off his lips and the inside of his cheeks. Can’t help it. Used to bite his nails but that faded throughout his military involvement as he wears gloves pretty much all the time.

- This man has a list of things about you memorized. He covets each piece of information. He knows not only your favorite kind of tea but exactly how you like it prepared. Knows every single favorite you’ve ever mentioned – foods, flowers, books, movies, weather, what songs or types of music you’ll listen to depending on your mood, the colors you like and the colors you think you look best wearing, if you prefer gold or silver jewelry, etc. etc.

         -- Started keeping this list long before he ever actually really spoke to you with things he overheard you say. He was so worried he’d slip up and you’d think he was creepy.

- Fucking loves giving you things. Like I said, he has all your favorites memorized, so it’s easy for him to grab things when he sees them. MFer would give you a rock if it made you happy, he just loves seeing your face light up.

         -- Toward the beginning of you two, when he knew he liked you but was still too anxious and shy to really interact with you, it was so much easier for him to pack all his sentiment and feelings into the things he gave you. He could push them into your hands with maybe a word or two — sometimes literally just saying “here” or “for you”, though often it was without saying anything at all — and hope you got the intended messages of “I thought of you; this suits you; I want you to enjoy this; I care about you”.

         -- He heard you mention some obscure recently published book you wanted to read one time and he immediately began looking for it. When he found it, he bought it with an intensity that scared the bookshop owner; he nearly slammed it on the counter and shoved a handful of money at them, he was just so damn excited to be able to give it to you. And yet, he still carried it around in one of the bigger pockets on his gear for days because he was nervous to actually give it to you in person

         -- Gives you food all the time. Just appears next to you holding out something or another and vanishes before you’re even done saying thank you. You could be stationed anywhere and somehow this man has found? made? acquired? something delicious and he will be giving it to you.

- On that topic, he’s a really good cook. Like legitimately everything he even attempts to make comes out amazing. He loves when you hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks.

         -- The first time you offered to help he was so startled he nearly dropped a knife. He comes to loves how seamlessly you two work together and move around each other in the kitchen.

         -- He gets to listen to you talk but the tasks at hand give him something to focus on and do, which makes the heat of your attention and his supplying the other half of the conversation easier to bear.

         -- Plays quiet music as he cooks, asks you for songs to put on and loves hearing you sing along as you work

         -- He loves when you hop up on the counter, you look so cute swinging your legs and watching what he’s doing.

         -- Will absolutely do the nonna thing where he swats at your hand if you try to steal something before the dish is ready but he also does the nonna thing where he’ll chop extra veggies so you can eat a few, or he’ll give you a handful of chocolate chips before using the bag. Basically, snacking is fine as long as it’s König approved snacking.

                   ---- One time, when he walked back into the kitchen to see you sneaking bites out of the pot on the stove, he reflexively swatted your backside with the dishtowel he’d had over his shoulder. He turned bright fucking red when you whipped around, shock written all over your face and the wooden spoon still in your hand. Immediately began stumbling over his words trying desperately to explain himself, god he was so fucking stupid and he felt like a chasm was opening up in his chest, until you broke out in a grin and started laughing so hard you got tears in your eyes. He was still mumbling apologies as he went to add spices to the pot, still bright red because you were leaning against his side trying to catch your breath.

         -- Loves sharing the things you make together, loves sitting down and having meals with you

         -- I also think he has a sweet tooth and he’d love it if you liked to bake

         -- While we’re talking about food, I think he really enjoys clementines for some reason. The fruit looks extra small in his hands as he takes the rind off, he’ll always pull it apart and offer you half

- Loves snow. Like kid-rushing-to-the-window loves snow. Stands outside with his head tilted back watching it fall.

- Rarely gets cold, he’s like a walking furnace.

- Trust issues af. Distanced himself from you, especially when he found himself liking you.

- Dude is big. Really big. He’s aware of that. But he never really thought about certain applications of his size; like how your hand fits in his, how your eyes shine when you look up at him, how his fingers fit around your waist/throat/wrists/thighs, how you look wearing his clothes, etc.

- You’re his first kiss and he is nearly shaking out of his own skin when it happened, but he makes up for the nerves and inexperience with hesitant enthusiasm and pure adoration.

- His phone screen is cracked. Badly.

- Good with animals, the type of person to be going about his day with a cat perching itself on his shoulder. Oddly loves waterfowl – birds like ducks and geese and swan.

- Good with kids in a quiet way. He’s a little awkward with them, they’re so unpredictable and don’t really have filters so they’re a little terrifying, but they adore him. He listens and nods as they babble, lets them hang off his arms, and gives as many piggyback rides as he’s asked for.

         -- Would love it if you were good with kids. If you were playful and indulged their imaginations, yet you took them seriously when they had questions and concerns. It’s a bittersweet thing to see you being so attentive and caring because he would have done anything for someone so kind when he was younger.

- Loves when you sit close to him and press your thigh against his, or when you stand and lean against him

- Either cannot make eye contact or stares. If you’re doing something that requires your visual attention but still talking to him, like driving, he’d be staring directly at you the whole time; until you glace at him in the passenger seat and suddenly he’s looking at anything else

         -- When he gets flustered, he tends to look upwards and trys to even out his breathing

- Speaking of driving, he absolutely says “horses” or “cows” when you pass a field of animals. Totally monotone and watches them as you pass by.

- Took him a while to get accustomed to casual touches from you, even longer for more intimate touches, but once he’s comfortable he cannot get enough. Touchstarved.

- Opens every single door for you

- Talks too fast and gets flustered when he trips over his words, which doesn’t help him speak any slower. He has poor volume regulation and either talks either way too quiet – and mumbles when he does – or way too loudly.

- He doesn’t usually stutter but it happens a lot around you. He wants so badly to talk to you but you’re so kind and pretty and his thoughts are going a million miles an hour in about four different directions, and he just ends up so nervous. He tries to say two things at once and stutters through his sentence, he tries to say one thing but abandons it half way through to say something else, repeats certain words, and of course stutters on certain letters.

         -- He’d be so so grateful if you didn’t laugh or mock him. He’s used to people finding ways to get out of talking to him, inventing reasons to cut conversations short, for a whole host of reasons – his accent, how intimidating he looks, the way he talks, the tripping up on words – and he remembers when he was younger and either no one wanted to speak to him or he’d get bullied for speaking at all.

         -- He loves that you’re patient and let him work through his sentences – and he will, because he really does want to talk to you if he could just sort his brain out.

         -- The effort you put into making him comfortable, making him feel at ease talking to you, knocks the air out of his lungs. The attention sometimes makes his anxiety flare up, but he can’t help but love your dedication to talking with him.

- On kind of the same topic, he will make noises or hand gestures to communicate. Sometimes only responds with a “hmm” or “mmhm” but he is paying rapt attention and wants you to keep talking, he just can’t make his own words work right then.  

- If you are outwardly confident, maybe even a little cocky, he eats that shit up. Winking while telling him you’ve got it, grinning after an impressive display of competence.

         -- If you speak up for him or defend him, he’ll lose his mind

- He loves playing with your hands. He’ll do it absentmindedly – rubbing circles on the back of your palm, toying with your fingers, tracing over the ridge of your knuckles – and always blushes when he realizes, no matter how many times you tell him it’s alright.

         -- If he gets more comfortable and in a relationship with you, he’ll lace your fingers together and pull your hand to his mouth so he can kiss the back of it.

         -- Also, if you put your hand on his face and hold his cheek he’ll grab your wrist – fingers wrapping all the way around it and then some – press your hand more firmly against his face, and turn his head to kiss your palm.

- Never feels like he’s allowed to touch you and will kind of linger around you until you initiate something or ask him what he needs (embarrassed as hell when you make him tell you exactly what he needs in a more NSFW context, but he loves it). Will always always always ask before touching you if he’s the one initiating. Once you do give him permission, he’s on you like a shot.

         -- Clingy as fuck. Always wants to be near you. If he can’t be next to you he’ll keep his eyes on you, you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ll look at him to find he’s already watching you.

         -- Uses his strength to his advantage when he wraps his arms around you and won’t let you get out of bed in the morning.

         -- Loves when you hug him so tight he thinks maybe you’ll crack his ribs, it feels so safe and he’ll rest his head on top of yours. I also think he’d be the type to hug so than his arms are under yours; yes, he knows it makes the whole thing less convenient because he has to lean down more, but he wants to be able to draw you in against his chest as securely as he can.

- He has stretchmarks on his arms/back/thighs from growing so much so fast. He’s really self-conscious about them.

         -- I also think as a result of growing so fast there was a period of time when he was young where he’d faint in the mornings. There’s a type of syncope that can occur during the years growth spurts happen, especially when a child grows a lot, caused by a lack of blood (oxygen) to the brain; it’ll happen especially after getting up from sleep, due to slow blood circulation, and in the shower, due to the warm temperature and humidity. He’d just space out, get black spots or narrowing vison, and pass out. Wake up quickly, maybe with a little vertigo, and be fine.

- Remembers and treasures every single complement and nice thing you’ve said to or about him. Complements and praise make him a mess.

- Can weave flower crowns.

- If you wear makeup, he loves watching you put it on. Maybe one day you’ll doll him up with it and tell him how pretty he is.

- Not fond of needles, doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings.

- Not super comfortable with PDA.

- In private, he loves kissing your forehead and the top of your head. When he’s more comfortable with you he’ll stoop over to kiss to the back of your neck, gently brushing your hair out of the way to press his lips right above the last knob of your spine.

         -- Loves kissing you when he’s sitting down and you’re straddling his lap, his thighs splayed out and you raised up on your knees to accommodate for his height, one hand on your waist and one up grasping at the back of your neck, and you kiss him filthy and tell him how good he is. He’s inexperienced so he gets overwhelmed quickly, resting his forehead on your shoulder and panting while he tries to focus on anything other than how badly he wants to pull your hips down and rut against you. He’s definitely cummed in his pants befo- *I am forcibly removed from the stage*

- Babyboy gets flustered and embarrassed so easily, has a blush than spreads down to his chest.

- Loves having inside jokes with you. Loves the side glances you shoot him, your suppressed smile, the little nudge you give him with your shoulder or elbow

         -- Loves that you two talk enough to have these jokes and references, and that you remember them. It reassures him that you enjoy talking to him.

         -- He especially, maybe selfishly, loves when someone asks about the glances and the snickering and you tell them that it’s an inside joke, that you refuse to offer any further explanation, that you want these little jokes to be yours and his alone.

- Loves when you play with his hair, lets out very contented hums when you scratch your nails over his scalp.

- Gives you massages. He’s really good at it, big hands, okay, and he’s so warm. Especially likes relieving your shoulders, back, and hands but will give diligent attention to any of your sore muscles.

- Doesn’t wear any jewelry but is absolutely the type to wear a little woven threads or beaded bracelet forever just because you gave it to him

- Because of how tall he is, he’s used to being cramped up when he sleeps so he sort of always curls up as much as he can when he sleeps, even if he has room to stretch out.

         -- If you’re near him while he’s asleep there’s a good chance he’ll wrap himself around you.

- He has so many little fun facts on an absurdly large number of topics and could ramble for hours about the subjects that particularly interest him.

         -- If you mention something you’re interested in he will do extensive research to learn about it. He wants to show you he cares and he also wants to be informed so he doesn’t make himself look like an idiot in front of you.

- Loves teaching you things, he feels more sure of himself when he’s instructing you through something he’s knowledge about.

         -- Loves being taught as well, he’s very good at following directions and always wants to impress you.

- Never forgets birthdays, anniversaries, or any other important dates. This man will remember your pets birthdays. 

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[simp4konig]

My personal thing, if you don’t mind me sharing <3, about König, while I know he has the potential to literally kill you without a second thought, I feel like he has a soft spot of children. Parents not so much, but he always spares the children. Now, for the bad behaved children I feel like he would give a scary talking to 👀

Because König feels very strongly about bullying, so if he heard a kid was bullying the other kid? Would come to their immediate rescue and shut the bully down harshly. For him, that’s a mercy, but he promises that if he ever hears word or sees them acting like that again he won’t be as “merciful”. But to the Victims he would console them, but also give them his harsh reality of “you have to be stronger than your enemies” and as much as he wants them to keep their innocence, he doesn’t want them to be weak either. Or worse killed.

But that’s just my little HC 😌

Anon rhis is such a good headcannon???? 🥹🥹 lemme just..,🤏🤌

No i don't mind qt all!!! 😊 If anuthing, im so glad you shqred this with me 🥰💖 bc I felt IMMEDIATELY inspired by this headcannon !!😽✨💖...

... so jere are MY headcannons for YOUR headcannon 🙈🙈⛅🌻💞💕💓✨🌼 Took me a short while to formulate my answer, so srry for the delayed reply 😿 I saw this as soon as you sent me this an i dont want u to tjink i ignored you at all:(</33

König with a soft spot for children headcannons🥺🥺

+ father König drabbles🤭

Word count: ~2022

*If you ignore my VERY angsty depiction of König's childhood, then it's totally pure fluff all around 💖✨🤗

*General headcannons for König

Writinf block is fuckinf AGONY and im in PAIN 😭😭💔💔 give me time to recover and ill powt two fully-fleshed out fanfics sometime soon 🙏🥺

Tag List ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @abysslovesyou ♡ @puff0o0 ☆ @rustic-guitar-notes ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @reyner-lee

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König, having been bullied all of his childhood, is FIRMLY against bullying.

To see a little girl/boy being labelled an outcast is oh too familiar to him, and hits far too close to home than it should. Brings back the insecurities, the feeling of being utterly humilated, a permanent reminder of his not fitting in. Literally.

Primary school: bullied for being a beanstalk, for head hitting the door frame, for being abnormally large, a "mutant"; balls hurtled at him in dodgeball, all competing in finding out who can knock out the "freak"; knees kicked from behind and legs buckling from the attack, a stampede of legs stamping on him as he cowered on the floor, helpless, and no one caring to help, teachers observing idly nearby.

Secondary school: nose broken to "fix" his crooked features, his "ugly" face; cast aside in class photos for "ruining the picture"; people of his own age turning their heads in the other way in disgust, avoiding him like the plague.

As if his "ugliness" was contagious, and if anyone was to touch him they'd catch the disease.

Power surpassing his tormentors, yet too powerless to fight back, he endured, yet didn't overcome.

Lasting trauma changed König's own perception of self completely.

It took a long time becoming the cocky and confident commander he presents himself as. To stand up to his full height and embrace himself for who he was and is, to be self-assured, domineering, and boisterous with others irrespective of their rank. The Colonel; a hardened soldier; a strict man of discipline exerting his authority over all, not at all sympathetic towards anyone.

Deep down, he is still that young boy, vulnerable in the center of a circle of so many pointing fingers and sneering faces. All became a collective body of ridiculing smiles, of sing-song laughter, so many that he lost count.

So, personally vowing to NEVER let his future children (or any children) go through the same turmoil, he would intervene whenever he had the chance to.

For instance, perhaps König was speed-walking home one day, dufflebag slung over his shoulder as he rushed to get back to you as soon as possible after being deployed these past weeks, and maybe he was passing by a playground.

Initially focused on the goal at hand, he couldn't help but turn his head, a small smile under his mask as he felt a wave of nostalgia crash over him. Nostalgic of times before he was forced to integrate with callous society.

Smiling at the oblivious children playing together, kicking their chubby little legs on the swings, sliding down a slide and falling, squealing. All giggling with glee, so innocent.

All except one. His eyes would land on a small girl, bawling on the ground, no older than five years old.

Surrounded by three others, all pointing fingers and laughing, the ringleader making fun of the poor thing as his henchmen stomped the remainder of her sandcastle, kicking sand at her. Hands on hip, chest puffed out triumphantly.

Rubbing her puffy eyes, thick pouting lips drooping in an open-mouthed frown, chin quivering as she struggled to contain her broken sobs, she kneeled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.

Usually, in these types of situations, people tend to behave in two very different ways when they see something that happened to them happening before their eyes:

"Why should I help them? I went through the same thing, so it's not my problem" or "I should help! They shouldn't have to go through the same thing".

You can probably already guess under which category König falls into.

He was NOT about to actively play a passive role in ignoring the poor blubbering child, to be downright apathetic like the other adults were in their radius. No way.

Still carrying his dufflebag, imagine the horror of the little shitlings*: seeing an imposing giant 2ft+ taller than them, huge body trudging towards their little troupe; cold, icy-blue eyes half-lidded staring into their bulging ones. Glaring.

Little band of clowns would probably actually shitting themselves fr 💀

Not only does König give the brats a stern talking to (all the while they are nodding their heads with jaws on the floor, knees trembling and nearly caving in on themselves), he later makes it his due diligence to track down the parent(s) and scold them too.

"Was wird deinem Gören zu Hause beigebracht? What do you teach your brat? This behaviour is unacceptable. You have set a terrible example, Du verdammter Idiot. How dare you allow this? Bulling is wrong. Scheiße, are you listening to me? Because you should, Dummkopf. You should be ashamed. I am sure ashamed of you. I swear to Gott—"

Cue 1 hours later, he personally grounds them (the child and parents)... 🤐

...And the child goes with it? Even the adults? 😭

I mean, to be honest, I would too, if a 6'10, body-so-broad-that-it-blocked-all-sunlight-and-did-not-fit-in-the-door-frame Colonel, gesticulating wildly, projecting strongly his German-accented voice, cursing in an aggravated amalgamation of furious English and a spiteful spit of German... Yeah, I'd be pissing my pants not even gonna lie 😭

I'd imagine that the parents would be immediately saluting, images of stupidity on their faces, completely dumbfounded to have their parenting challenged and to learn that their "precious little angel(s) that can do no wrong" actually can do wrong. (sorry guys i hate toddlers with a RAGING PASSION... rant over fyi no more of me insulting shitheads🥰)

As for the sweet, weeping girl, he would crouch down to her height, gentle eyes genuine behind his menacing mask. Slowly lifting the fabric, wary of his facial deformities, his scars, he'd do his best to give her a comforting smile, wanting to make her at ease.

She was not put off by his appearance at all. If anything, she maintained eye contact — was curious yes, so with no filter whispered, "You... you have a nice smile, sir. I like your eyes.

"They're—" a loud sniff, wiping her nose with her sleeve "—they're pretty. "

Taken aback, König's eyes widened. Then, in soft whisper:

"Meine Süße, I'm so very sorry about those— those idiots..."

The girl giggled a little, dimples appearing on her tear-stained cheeks.

"And I'm so very sorry, but there will others. Other idiots," he allowed himself to smile, letting out a dry chuckle.

A tentative hand dropping to her round shoulder, squeezing it every so slightly to emphasise his words. "And you have to be strong, Mädchen. You must be strong. This world isn't a good place for angels like you."

Obviously, he didn't sugarcoat the truth. Situations like this would be unavoidable. He would make that clear.

"I do not condone violence, but—" a wink, acknowledging the irony behind his words. "—if you stick your foot out when one of those brats are walking down the corridors, surely nothing will happen, ja?"

Seeing the girl lighten up, smiling brightly, no signs anymore of crying, he ruffled her hair with a toothy grin.

Letting the veil drop down his face, he suddenly fixed his posture and gave an exaggeratedly goofy salute as he turned to head home, satisfied. All the while the girl waved at him energetically, eyes crinkling up in an adolescent's adorable smile.

On another note: I never really gave it much thought before, but... König as a father? 🥺🥺

Your headcannons unlocked a part of my brain that had been locked. 🤭✨ Needed to upgrade my König skill tree before I got to this poin. 🦸🏼‍♀️ Sure has been worth it, though. 🤩

Ever since he was past his teenage years, the thought of a family was something he longed for. Desired.

Maybe it's because he was taught traditional house roles in his European household, or was longing for something that was out of reach, he couldn't tell.

What he was certain about was that it was his biggest wish. His dream.

Deployed in a foreign country, his favourite past-time was fantasizing about his future with a special someone, to have a big family, and to raise his children, giving them everything good he never had, and to shield them from everything bad he had experienced.

Something in being the breadwinner of the house was so masculine to him, and coming home to so many short, out-stretched arms, so excited to be reunited with their papa clinging on to his long legs brought a tear to his eye.

And, once you two officially became a couple, he knew that he wanted to start a family with you at some point. From the moment he met your eyes, intuition assured him that you would be the right one for him.

If you're a [fertile] female, he wants nothing more than to see miniature you and him running around, sweet cherub faces and their chubby cheeks smiling at him, calling him papa, calling you mama.

Seeing your belly swell up with his baby would strangely give him a sense of pride, proud that you would both bring sacred life into the world together, and would practically worship the ground you walk on. He would want to get this right, for everything to be perfect.

He wouldn't allow you to lift a finger despite your protests, catering to your every need, caring for you in any and all ways he could:

Carrying the groceries, 3 carrier bags in each hand, serving you while simultaneously subtly making you swoon, not missing the googly eyes you made at his strength from his peripheral vision;

Doing the bed, making sure to stock up on additional soft pillows and fluffy blankets so you would rest well, removing all stress from your morning routine, and the discomfort of finding a comfortable sleeping position at night;

Insisting you eat balanced meals, preparing nutritious food that had all the nutrients you would need, the sustenance to feed you and develop a healthy baby.

The gore and guts he had witnessed in the battlefield did not compare at all to the sight of blood staining the hospital bed sheet. The look of horror in his eyes as you went into labour, death grip on his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd be hyperventilating, almost feeling the same pain you were going through 😢💔

Not to say that your agony was worth it, but seeing the beautiful blanketed bundle in your arms, you cooing at the little one, made every single horrific moment combined in his life worthwhile.

All the struggles, the hardships, the troubles; all worth it if it meant seeing you with his child.

If you're anything other ([infertile] female, male, non-binary, etc), König would get so emotional when adopting a newborn with you.

He'd be teary-eyed, unable to hide the emotions.

To think that he'd be rescuing a child, giving them a second chance and making it feel so wanted, so loved. To give it all the love he was missing, the feeling forgotten through years of bullying, abuse, and violence, and war.

He would waste no time building the nursery. Painting the walls, building the crib, buying plush blankets, stuffed teddy bears, toys that would be in no way a choking hazard.

His helicopter parent preparations aside, his dream would be to grow old with you, and be surrounded by children, grand-children, and even great-grand-children, sharing stories as the lively atmosphere was bubbling with life, with a family.

Piggy back rides would be a MUST!! 😡 Or, better yet, his infants (taking turns — dunno if three kids at once is very practical 😭) sitting on his shoulders, seeing the world from so high up. Reaching out, and their head in the clouds.

Bouncing them on his knee, like a train conductor going through heavy turbulence, all the while the little ones would be laughing happily, telling him to go faster.

Every single one of his children cuddled up to him; in his lap, over his shoulders, splayed over his legs, clinging to him like a pack of koalas. 🐨

Reading bed time stories, stroking their head, stood in the door way minutes after his children had fallen asleep. Keeping them safe.

A family of his own. To eventually embarrass endearingly, to squish their cheeks, and tickle their sides, play-wrestle and tease by keeping objects out of reach. His extensive research also included horrible dad jokes, which were made hilarious by their poor translations into English.

Wanting to raise his children the way his mother had raised him while she was still around, to give his children the happy childhood he hadn't had, to make school a positive journey into adulthood. He'd teach them to deal with bullies, to stand up for themselves when he never could...

...And, athough he has good intentions, the truth is that with a father like him no snot-nosed brat would ever dare to mess with the Colonel's children ☠️

...

Note: Omg you. csn tell that i got so carried away w/ this😭😭 you know rhat line where König "fantasized" about a family ?yea that was me the entire time wiritng this...💔 God i need to stop daydreamimg excessively ajd return to reality 🥲 ...

...,,jk i wont 🥰💅✨💫 good mental health??😰😰 guurrl we don't know her 💆🏼‍♀️💫✨🧚‍♀️💓

Functioning like a normal human being💔🤮🤮🤮<<<<< Making up vivid scenarios in my head💓💓 😍😍😍

*fyi, shitlings is a loose translation for "gówniaki/gówniarze", an insult you have for children in Polish (similar to the English "shithead"). Do what you will with that new knowledge. The world is your oyster with that one ig 👍

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[konigsblog]

how they would kiss you for the first time? or would you have to make the move? how would their reaction be?🥺

kissing headcannons 💋 (141 + könig)

; you kiss them for the first time

könig 👑

fuck, my mind goes crazy for nerd/loser!könig specifically in this situation. it's during a movie. you're his first date, his first girlfriend. his breathing is quick, laborious, and heavy when he gazes at you, cupping your jaw suddenly to press his lips against yours. he's a horrible kisser, honestly. but you're so in love that you don't care, not focusing on the movie but instead making out with him.

soap mactavish 🧼

soap is bold, he's cocky and confident with what he's doing. it's while he's drunk, his eyelids heavy with drunkenness, the smell and taste of alcohol against your lips. he's a great kisser actually, making out with you, sloppy and messy.

captain price 🥃

price is also pretty confident, although he hesitates beforehand. you're his soldier, a sergeant, he trusts you with his life, and finally makes the move when you're shot. it's almost fatal, your eyes closed and your body coated in blood. you're awoken in the medical room after being treated for your injuries, his large hand intertwined with yours, looking over at you with concern.

simon riley 👻

simon is nervous, although he doesn't look like it. it's while you're on the field together. it's unprofessional and he definitely shouldn't have, but he leans in, finally kissing you randomly before continuing. you can't focus, dizzy with heart eyes the entire time, a smirk visible on his face.

gaz garrick 🧢

gaz would kiss you before a deployment. he's been going out with you for a little bit, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't head over heels for you. he presses his lips against yours, handing you a bouquet of flowers before leaving. he's all you can think about, and you dream of having him in your arms again, kissing his face all over for teasing you like that.

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[r1pp4r]

• heres some more COD smutty smut >:))) so here are some nsfw könig headcannons!! im gonna do my man simon here soon but könig was taking up my entire SOUL last night so i wrote these :))

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warnings: NSFW!! MDNI P L E A S E <333 theres so much like its so much

- [ ] • this man is absolutely obsessed with a size kink. and i mean OBSESSED. he loves that you’re so small he can pick you up, and maneuver you however he wants. whenever he’s hitting it from the back esp in the shower, he’ll just pick you up and hold you while he slides you open on his cock 🫣

- [ ] • he loves any type of leather toy. he is a leather man all the way, and he also definitely has harnesses for you. he’d probably have you wear a leather collar at LEAST a few times 🖤

- [ ] • okay!! so yes könig is an absolute monster in bed but he’s also very very aware. he knows when it’s getting to be painful but also.. he’s just oblivious to how BIG he is. he doesn’t realize that every time he’s slamming into your little cunt that he’s literally splitting you in half almost

- [ ] • primal play. he absolutely LOOOOVES to chase you around the house while you hide and he drags you out from underneath something or literally ensnares you, it’s pretty hot ngl

- [ ] • honestly i think he’s vocal :) grunts, groans, moans, pants you name it. he’s very animalistic? def growling and like… almost marking tendencies?

- [ ] • will call you so many pet names and i mean SO many, especially in german. he’ll praise you in german while absolutely railing you.

- [ ] • idk i don’t feel like he’d be big into impact play? like p*ssy slapping n stuff yeah, ass here too but like HITTING you in the face? idk maybe a light slap here and there 🧍‍♂️ but nothing gruesome (besides ur ass that has been bloodied before)

- [ ] • he’s willing to try most stuff once, twice depending on the situation.

- [ ] • he is an edger to the fucking MAX. simon does edge you but thats bc he likes you to cum hard. KÖNIG?? NAHHHH, this man wants you so brain dumb that you’re basically drooling for him. he loves to overstimulate your body with giving you everything, then taking away his fingers or shaft at the last minute so you clench on nothing..

- [ ] • sometimes he’s gentle. but those aren’t necessarily nights he’s being nice. he’ll just slowly fuck into you from the side, basically just using you. you’d be cockwarming him 100%, and he’d just feel you explode and then keep going :D

- [ ] • also!! sweet stuff <333 aftercare is so, so so important to him. since he basically makes you brain dead for a little while, he loves to carry you around the house, gets water, snacks, comfort plushes n such. especially comfort clothes. he even got chair for the shower so after you all are done you dont have to stand :) he’ll def put you in one of his sweaters, shirts, etc. and then pull you against his chest and cuddle you until you fall asleep or he’s ready for the next round 🧍‍♂️

- [ ] • speaking of.. yeah this man is absolutely animalistic. he’s growling, biting, scratching, pulling, yelling. anything you can think of primal and he’ll do. it’s actually really really hot

- [ ] • … he’s an anal man sometimes. and has 100% gotten pegged but will never speak of it.

- [ ] • he has a breeding kink like a motherfucker. that man will absolutely fill you until you genuinely have a bulge. he loooves watching his cum literally ooze out of your literal swollen cunt and he always talks abt how hes gonna fill you with his kids and mark you so no other man wants you 🧍‍♂️

ANYWAY THATS ALL!!! simon comin tn :)

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[eatmyassssssssz]

what do we think of mean pervy könig? any ideas?

oh. my. god. nonnie.

he steals your panties way too often. it's so obvious that he's the one doing it too. do you know why its obvious? because you found some of his clothes in with your washing when he had obviously rushed to give you back your panties into your washing machine and had accidentally grabbed some of his stuff in with it.

once or twice there's been cum stains in them aswell. definitely not your own cum either.

he jerks off to your army profile pictures which he stole from your file. way too much. like 5-6 times on a weak week where he's not got a lot of free time. yes, he knows it's pathetic, but that means nothing to the boy. he just wants some jerk off material :(

when you get to finally speak with him as soon as you walk up to him, he gets rock hard. like. embarrassingly hard.

"hiya, uh, you're könig, right? did i say that right?" you cock your head. "uh, y..yes. um, why?" he'll ask, playing with his anxiety rings he wears when not at missions and instead at base. "well, its just, i need some help putting up a shelving unit in my bedroom, was wondering if you could help me. i asked around and they all said that you're the tallest so you'd be the most help." you look him up and down. "and they were right!"

@lillianastuff @madamemelancholysstuff @ashiscool10 @hearts-for-mason

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[lycheedr3ams]

Apple Picking with Konig

as promised, a cute and fluffy and long drabble for fall!

konig x reader (no description of reader's gender or pronouns used)

TW: none. reader is not tall enough to reach apples sometimes. all fluff (minors you are still NOT welcome. MDNI)

it was your idea to go apple-picking together. and to your surprise, when you suggested it, konig's looked...excited? usually, he was pretty mellow and not energetic when it was just you two. but he smiled boyishly at you and nodded. "yes, schatz, I would love to go apple-picking with you." he then went on to explain that his parents would take him every year, and it was one of his favorite fall things to do.

for once in his life, konig felt like his height was a blessing. you and him walked around the orchard (him carrying the basket, of course), trying to find the best apples. "that one up there!" you pointed to one of the biggest apples on a tree, and konig reached up without any strain and plucked it off for you. "is this the one you wanted, liebling?"

konig would try to pick all the apples for you, since it was a struggle when you'd stand on your tiptoes as you reached for the one you just had to have. he'd laugh quietly to himself, admiring how cute you were when frustrated, and stood closely behind you as he reached right over your head and dropped the apple into your hands. "konig! i wanted to get that one!" he laughed and shook his head. "fine, but you'll have to struggle to get the best ones."

there was the absolutely perfect apple at the top of a tree that not even konig could reach. "sorry liebling. even i cannot reach this one." you thought for a moment, and smiled widely. who needed a ladder when you had an almost 7 foot tall boyfriend? konig happily lifted you onto his shoulders, holding your legs with one arm like you weighed nothing, with the apple basket in the other. you didn't even have to strain now to reach that perfect apple. when you picked it, you smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. he laughed and smiled with you, and this is some of the most relaxed you two had felt in a long time

other people around the orchard watched in amazement whenever konig would gracefully lift you onto his shoulders. this way was just so efficient that you went around picking so many trees on his giant shoulders. eventually, he let you down, and you realized the apple basket was almost overflowing. "i think we got too many!" konig shook his head. "nein. we can make all the apple pies and strudels we want with this." he waved for you to follow him as he walked towards another tree, but you just stood with your mouth gaping open at the sheer strength konig possessed. that apple basket must've weighed at least 35 pounds, and he carried it in one hand like it was nothing.

you two took the hayride back to the main building, and you sat in between konig's legs with the apple basket in between your own. konig's strong arms were wrapped around you, keeping you warm against the swishing wind as the tractor chugged along the dirt path. sometimes, the children riding the hayride with their families would glance over at you engulfed in a giant's arms. whenever konig saw this, he'd slightly bury his face in the back of your head. you smiled and rubbed his hands to comfort him. "they're just kids, it's all right."

when you two got home, you stood at the sink while konig handed you the apples for them to be washed. he couldn't help but notice the size difference between your hands and his; how much smaller and softer yours were. your hands would brush whenever he passed an apple to you, and even that seemingly insignificant contact got him blushing. once all the apples were clean, you began to lay the ingredients out for the apple pies. but when you two decided to take a 5 minute break on the couch, you ended up falling asleep on top of him

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[lewdmommie]

Not again

HusbandKönigxreader💗

Summary: König leaves a surprise for Y/n after her shopping trip

🎀Warnings🎀:SFW, fluff,language,brief nudity

“Hey babe I’m going shopping I’ll be back soon.” You stamp a kiss on König’s cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Alright, I might head down to base but I’ll be home for dinner.” He calls as you grab your purse from the kitchen counter making sure all your items are accounted for. Keys. The most important piece of the puzzle, he watches in amusement as you dash around the small space,searching like a mad man. You were always losing things, it was adorable. He stands making his way over to you stealthily, your head smacks the corner of the counter top as you shoot up. Lucky for you his hand covered the sharp edge giving the blow some cushion.

“Looking for these?” He snags the keys from the decorative fruit bowl.

“How did they get in there? Hmm… okay well I’ll see you later!” You chirp, skipping out the door.

-Later that Day-

The house is dark and quiet when you step through the door. He must be working late again, you think. You toss the plastic shopping back on the couch and saunter to the bedroom, might as well have a bath after a long day of retail therapy. The hot water from the tub makes you feel like a brand new woman. You still had to make dinner so you finish up quickly, grabbing the towel from the rack as you step out of the bath. You moisturize and apply your skin care, the usual after bath routine; you add a spritz of König’s favorite perfume to top it off.

Pajamas were next on the list, you slide on your slippers and walk over to your shared dresser. You settle on something simple and sexy, the classic T-shirt and pantie combo. The front door creaks open and closes gently as König finally makes it back home. You grab the first Black tee you see and slide on your plain pink panties first. You lift the shirt over your head pulling it down the length of your torso. Something was off, there was an unfamiliar breeze on your chest. You look down and see your nipples poking through two large holes.

“What the-König!” You yell. Heavy footsteps approach from the hall,he throws the door open frantically.

“What happened are you Alright?-“ he stops immediately in his tracks and falls into the wall laughing. His legs turn to Jell-o as he cackles uncontrollably, you glare at him holding back your own laughter.

“I know you did this.” You accuse, grabbing a pillow from the bed,tossing it at his head.

“I’m sorry I must have gotten our shirts mixed up again.” He explains.

“Good thing I went shopping today.” You sigh.

“What did you get while you were out anyway?”

“A bunch of new T-shirts.” You both burst out laughing.

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