Delly Fasio

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: König (Call of Duty)/Reader, König (Call of Duty)/You Characters: König (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Large Cock, Breasts, Kissing, Just Sex, Smut, Shameless Smut, Come Shot, I Love König (Call of Duty), Top König (Call of Duty), Dom König (Call of Duty), Y/N Used for Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert Summary:

Konig came to you after work, nuzzling your neck, crawling into bed and pressing his weight and his hardness against you. You had been half asleep it was already 3 am by the time he got home that day. Needy.

Alcohol always did this to him, he couldn't help it, not after 3 beers at the bar with the guys and thinking about you since that morning in the shower.

Even if it was late, he needed it bad.

"Scheiße- Baby wake up." A slightly asshole move from him but then again he was slightly drunk. "Please?"

You stirred, looking up at him with bleary eyes and a smile. Who cared if you were being woken up because he was- "You're home..." You yawned, tucking your nose into his cheek and lifting up your legs around him, knees at his hips, bulling him into your warm bare thighs.

His hands ran over your tits over the thin shirt, his shirt, and down your waist to your panty clad hips, he hummed, gave you a deep kiss, and rolled them down your thighs.

You looked down at him now shifting lower, his hands bringing your underwear to his face before tossing them on the bed, then making his way back up to where his shirt ended, and lifting that up and over your head.

You hardly knew what was happening, your sleep riddled mind not processing that he was hard until he undid his belt and pushed his trousers down enough to let his giant cock free, pink tip glistening. Konig gave himself a pump, another, before he moved his hands back to up to remove his own shirt.

But, despite how desperately hard he was, he didn't line himself up with you, instead, he moved to kiss your neck, then your tits. His mouth softly kissed your right prest, sucking lightly on the smooth skin, the other in his hand, giving it soft squeezes and your nipple a pinch. Your head titled back and your mouth fell open as his lips moved to your erect nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

"Konig-" You called out, for no particular reason other than to feel his name on your tongue, your hand came up to the fabric on the bed next to you.

Then, you felt his mouth move to the fat beneath your nipple, sucking there for a second before moving lower, down your belly, brushing by your belly button.

He looked up at you from between your thighs, hands moving up to hold them apart, squeeze them, and coax them over either shoulder. "Mein Gott you're beautiful, gonna be good for me?" You nodded, breathless as he moved up to suck the skin of your thigh, from your knee and kissing down to your aching cunt before stopping and looking up at you once more.

"Konig, please- I need-" You choked out, unable to speak possibly because of your awakening or maybe the fact that throughout this teasing he hadn't touched your cunt once.

"What do you need?" He hummed, "What does this soaked little cunt need?"

Before you could answer, he pressed his face down, nose against your clit and tongue fluttering between your buzzing lips, lapping you up. Your back arched, and an embarrassingly loud moan escaped your lips, followed by a series of whimpers when his tongue moved in steady laps inside of you, another gush flooding into his mouth.

Your hand came down to his hair, twisting in the thick short brown locks as your hips rutted against his face.

He looked up at you making eye contact as his tongue worked increasingly harder at a steady pace before he closed his eyes, and tucked his face further into your soaked cunt with determination, he was going to get you to come.

Your thighs clenched around his head, your teeth sank into your lip and your eyes rolled back before pinching closed. "Fuck- Konig... Oh- Ah!" Another series of pleas and explicits left your throat.

He groaned something about you saying his name into your hole, the vibrations only helping you get off when you noticed he was humping the bedding, hips dragging over the sheets like he was a dog and in heat.

Your hand tightened in his hair, back arched further and your toes clenched, "Hngh- I'm gonna-" But he cut you off, his head leaning back and leaving you buzzing for touch and throbbing at the sudden loss of his tongue, a disgustingly needy whine leaving you.

"Shh, gonna fuck this tight little cunt so good, she just needed a little prep." He was tipsy, but not a bad man, even drunk he wouldn't make you take all of him without getting you off first. But he refused to let you come on anything but his dick.

The tip of it was a red now and the veins on it bulged out, your mouth watered at the sight, he leaned in, gave you a gentle kiss before lifting you up off from where you were comfortably laying and flipping you onto your hands and knees. He didn't like to be gentle.

You looked over your shoulder at where he was biting his lip and pulling your hips back, you let out a squeak as two fingers filled you, feeling the way you clenched and buzzed around them before pulling them out with a wet squelch. He looked at you, kissed your spine and put a hand in your hair, twisting it in his fist. "Hold on princess.

You felt him split you open shallowly thrusting just the tip in you until you were trembling and mostly stretched, before bottoming out inside of you with a hard thrust.

"Ah!" You yelped when he brutally pushed himself into you over and over, the bed frame beginning to shake and then slam against the wall, the pounding noise in time with your sounds.

"Fick- Scheiße- Take it." He exhaled, his hand gripping your hair harder and pushing your face into the pillow to muffle your cries, face down ass up.

His cock's length was one thing, almost leaving and then all the way in you, thrusting against your cervix over and over. You gripped the pillow beneath you, fists clenching into the fabric, your neck aching from how hard he was pushing your face down. You didn't know what else to do other than moan, arch your back, and try not to clench him too hard.

But that was a difficult thing to do when his girth outweighed his length in how much it astonished you when you first took him, no other man would ever compare in all ways but especially how he managed to split you open every time he fucked you.

You felt his groans get louder, his grip on your hip get tighter, and his thrusts grow somehow stronger. His hand leaving your hair giving yo a change to breath before you felt him reel his hand back and smacking it down hard on your ass, leaving a red angry mark and making you gush around him.

You weren't sure you could take much more, which was good because his balls smacking your ass filled up to the brim.

"Y/N- Fucking hell- I'm-!" It was the only warning you got as he railed you through his and your own climax, squeezing around him while he spilled hot thick ropes of cum deep inside of you.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/You, König (Call of Duty)/Reader, König (Call of Duty)/You Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Love Triangles, Love, Yearning, POV Multiple, POV Alternating, AU, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Relationships, Slow Burn, Polyamory Summary:

Ghost had never been one to fall in love, until he did.

Okay maybe teasing Konig while he was driving hadn't been the best idea...

In your defence you couldn't help yourself, he'd been gone for 3 weeks away on a mission without being able to call you. Not once.

So while sitting next to him, staring at how comfortable he looked after finally taking off that damn mask he'd forn for the whole 3 weeks, your hand moves to his thigh.

He shot you a look, hands squeezing the steering but he ignored it, for now.

Your hand went higher up, your phone now turned off and in your lap while you look at the way the bulge in his jeans were slowly becoming more pronounced.

"Scheiße... Y/N." He looked at you again, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel when your fingers brushed the bulge watching the way his giant cock strained against his jeans, begging for your touch.

Konig didn't say another word, just searched for the nearest stop to pull over, and the second he got the car in park you were pulled into the backseat, under him.

"I'm not teasing you I'm just gonna be late." You said, pushing against his chest but he had a firm grip on your ass and was not easying up on holding you against him. "And I need a shower- we weren't exactly clean last night." You giggled.

He simply grunted and continued to use his obnoxious size advantage against you, you realised no matter how much you squirmed he wouldn't be letting go anytime soon, not after 2 weeks without you.

You moved just enough to grab your phone, call in sick and turn around with a small pout that was quickly dissolving into the smile you were trying to hide, the smile that was plastered on his face.

"I'm not letting you go anytime soon." He leaned down, nose touching yours, brushing his lips against yours. You gave in, putting your arms around his neck and leaning up to meet his kiss.

He pulled back, "Okay, I'm not letting you go after you brush your teeth."

Growing up he had been a quiet kid, he stayed that way through his whole life. His dad was never with no siblings, no dad, no friends. When he started school he'd been weird, quiet, he liked to draw of all things. He didn't dislike sports but the kids were too loud, too obnoxious. 

Ever since he was a kid he had always found reason not to be around someone, they were too loud, too short, too mean, too nice. But he would never admit that maybe that was the reason he was alone, he would blame it on his size.

Konig grew up giant and stayed that way his whole life, he'd always been a foot taller than any one else around him and in general larger too. His feet were too big, his hands were oversized, his shoulders were too broad. And the more internally he hated himself, the more externally he hated everyone else. 

It wasn't like he was messed with or bullied, the guys weren't stupid enough to mess with a kid who was foot taller and wider then them, he was just... avoided. All through out middle school, hell his teachers didn't even call on him. People made way for him in the hallways, people kept their heads down. And if he was ever in a group project with anyone, they would do all the work without question.

Things got worse when his mom passed away at the age of 14. He didn't have any other family, at least none that CPS could find, so he went to live in a group home, he thought that was going to be the worst time in his life. He was bullied, teased about his quietness and picked on for his drawings that were found under his bed by one of the boys. Drawings he'd worked on for years, burned, just like that. 

He tried to remember his moms words about never fighting anyone, that taking avantage of his oversized body was wrong, but he couldn't help it, they deserved it in his eyes. His fists collided with the boys jaw over and over while he sat atop him, tears pouring out of his eyes. The worst part was? He liked it. Konig had been closeted his whole life and being able to release his emotions yet still be feared, learning that emotions didn't mean weakness when you took them out on someone else, meant he did it constantly.

He was avoided, feared, he didn't bully anyone but his presence alone didn't make people move out of the way, it made them run away. He learned to enjoy that too. If he was messed with? He gave them a broken nose. He had a lot of free time, not taking school seriously and having no friends meant he spent all of his time at the gym. He liked the way being larger and stronger than anyone else made him feel, being able to bench double the weight of someone else gave him confidence.  

I can't stop listening and imagining this song so I'm writing out my thoughts on this. Enjoy!

(Some lines are lyrics from the song, as seen above, and I am NOT claiming these as my own but the fic is original, just follows and interperpates the song a lot while incorporating the lyrics.)

Fuck I can't stop saying yes to these stupid parties these kids are inviting me too. I wish I could but they can be fun, sometimes. I'm out with my best friend tonight who's got a career woman of all things on his arm who he met on the west end, but hey, it's better than a gold digger who pokes holes in condoms. I'm a mess, especially tonight when absolutely no one in this stupid club looks interesting. Maybe I'm being pessimistic, no I definitely am but whatever.

Some white guys across the club sent over a bottle of gin an hour ago. But even with 3 shots of the liquid courage I can't get my ass off of these couch in the corner of the bar. They stuck my in the VIP area when I first got here, they always do that and it only makes me feel less cool and more disconnected from the party. It's stupid and- Am I drunk? I should be by now, but why am I still so annoyed, aren't drinks supposed to loosen people up?

Okay, maybe it's because I'm sitting alone in this Vip nook thingy. I try getting, up and stumble over to the dance floor and suddenly everything slows. It's not because of the drinks, its because of the fact that in the middle of the suddenly drowned out crowd I see you. It's been months since we split apart, well since you dumped my no good ass for cheating on you while I was away. We barely knew what we had before I was in bed with a dancer on my music video. We were only together for what 2 months? Oh the fun we had...

Well shit its not like I can go the opposite direction, run away and pretend I didn't see you because we've been holding eye contact for the last minute, and you're the one to break it. You turn, and push your way out of the crowd. I don't know why I'm going after you, but the path was slightly cleared from you trying to get away from be, making it easier to catch up with you. I grab your wrists just out side of the bathroom.

"Les- Stop it, give me a minute. It's been months." I say, and even I am surprised at the words coming out of my mouth. You whip around, glaring up at me.

"Yeah months of you not calling once ever since I caught you cheating on me- fuck- Let me go asshole." You say with your glossy eyes and a pout.

"Seriously, just wait a second, let's talk, You're right, I never called so give me a chance to apologise now, please?" Surprise that was too hard to mask crossed over my face when your wrist went slack in my hand, I blinked at you once, twice, and let it go, dropping by your side before you folded your arms over your chest. Oh, am I supposed to apologise here, now? "Here?"

"Fuck you." You say, whipping around and I step to the side to stop you from leaving once again.

"Okay, just, let's go somewhere not so loud maybe?" I almost hate how easy I convince you of things some times but you agree nonetheless and follow me through the club to the VIP bathrooms, private stalls with locking doors and dim lighting, huh.

"Look girl, I'm no good, I'm a piece of shit, but we hardly knew each other." I said, slightly towered over you against the wall. I don't know what I'm doing. You scoff. "I'm serious Les, we could pretend we were in love but what we had was fun, at least for the time that it lasted. It could have gone on for more and who knows maybe it should've and it's my fault that it didn't. I was always away and I'm just trying to say- we barely knew what we had, I shouldn't have said I would stay true to you, I just said that I would because I knew it was what you wanted to hear."

Maybe I am drunk.

"You are such an asshole." And your lips were on mine.

I pushed you up against the wall, wrists at either side of your head and tilted my head back to look at you, flushed, frustrated, confusing.

"I don't need you to ramble on with apologies I know your just spewing cause you're trying to be a good person this week. Just shut up, kiss me, and know I missed it too, idiot." And my lips were on yours.

I held you up against the wall, leaning down to press my lips on your slowly, at first, but when you slip your tongue into my mouth it quickly turns into me hurriedly lifting you up against the bathroom wall, your legs coming around my hips, my hands hiking your dress up and slipping your underwear off.

"Baby you're the baddest,"

and uh,

"Nobody else matters,"

and uh,

"I hope nobody catch us."

(Konig as a mountain man AU) Stranded, in the middle of a snow storm, a dead phone, a radio that doesn't work, and a bullet in your thigh as you limp away from the blood soaked battle field. It was supposed to be a quick op, in and out, one and done but shots were fired, you were surrounded, and your lieutenant told everyone to flee. You ran, didn't look back, just bolted, shot in the thigh on your way but you just kept running, high on adrenaline. And in the process getting horribly lost, traveling deeper and deeper into the below freezing snowy woods as the hypothermia began to take hold.

You hardly breathing, half frozen, half bleeding out, your eyes were beginning to blur. You always knew you would die on the battle field but you thought it would be in a blaze of glory, next to your teammates as you fought for your squad and your life, not of hypothermia hours after the battle, after getting lost in the forest. Until, your blurry eyes saw a giant, intimidating figure coming towards you. You had to be hallucinating, who would be in these woods at this hour, rifle on his back, layers of fur cushioning his enormous body and holding in the warmth of it. He walked up to you, hovered a hand over your mouth to check for breath, before putting his arms beneath your legs and back, picking you up close to his chest and walking in the direction he came. His embrace was cold, yet compared to the snow and your wet frozen body, it was like a fuzzy blanket next to a campfire. And in that warmth you found exhaustion wash over you putting you to sleep.

I just have the prologue done right now which is Konig's backstory only, it's about a thousand words and I would love some feedback on how its going so far, theres also a poll about if chapter one should do a lil time skip and you meet "you" or if I should do more misadventures with Konig living alone, possibly going into town for supplies and scaring everyone?? I don't know but I love feedback and criticism if you have any! Love ya'll!