#konigmw2

A little cutie 💖

You awoke with a jolt and brushed your feet against the soft mattress of the bed. The harsh reality of the situation washed over like a frigid wave. Your wrists ached, and your heart raced as you realized you were strained by chains, anchored to rusted metal. 

Each chain is bound to the sides of the bed.

Dressed in underwear and a loose shirt, the red covers swirled around your thigh and up. 

Panic clawed your chest as you scanned the barely lit room, finally settling on the menacing figure seated on a chair in front of you.

König, god who else could it even be?

His shirt was off, sat in a wooden chair with his army pants and sniper hood still on. A sharp knife in hand, holding it by the handle with his fingers as the tip of the blade carved into the armrest.

Swallowing hard, you tried to muster some semblance of courage. 

"This... This is all some sick obsession, isn't it?" 

You stammered, your voice trembling with fear. 

"You can't actually hurt me, no matter how much you want to."  Regret washed over you like a tidal wave. You had been foolish, pushing boundaries and taunting him in a reckless game of provocation. 

Now, the repercussions of those actions were horrifyingly clear. You had underestimated his obsession, the lengths he was willing to go to.

Thou, you had developed complicated feelings for him, a twisted mixture of fascination and affection. You couldn't deny that a part of you loved him, but it was a love tainted by fear.

König chuckled, “Hurt you? No, liebe, that is not my intention.” He spoke in an affectionate tone. However, the twisted obsession and longing were lurking under, capturing the meaning of his own words.

You found yourself caught in a surreal and terrifying predicament, a prisoner to your own desires and the enigmatic man who had become your darkest fascination.

König slowly sat up. 

The knife in his hands swung back and forth as he approached the bed you were bound in. Unable to move, though even if you could, you still wouldn't

His stare was ravishing, like an animal stalking its prey. That prey is naive enough to provoke its predator.

“You won’t break me, I’m not giving you the satisfaction” you utter, your heavy breathing just as audible as those words.

König, though, kept silent.

Deafening silence.

As he drew closer, the knife in his hand swayed ominously. 

"Break you? Oh, liebe, you've already broken. You broke the moment you realized you do love me."

Those words sent shivers down your spine, causing your breath to hitch. Looking at him through your brows, you tilt your head away. You wanted to cry and get a restraining order against him after he lets you go. If that would ever happen.

Although doing that made your stomach twist, not like it would stop him anyway. But what if it did?

A part of you wanted to resist, to deny him the satisfaction of breaking your spirit. But another part, the darker part, whispered that maybe this was what you secretly craved all along.

“Satisfaction isn't enough, {Y/n}, I want more. I seek for more than just the satisfaction.” he hissed. The vulnerability though, was willingly unhid.

“What do you want from me then?” your voice was wobbly, this was a nightmare. Your eyes locked with his.

The love you felt for him, twisted and tainted, battled with your overwhelming fear.

“I want you, all of you. I want it all for myself.” As selfish as it sounded, it was true. He had accepted this dark side of himself, and the way his mind worked when it came to you.

König placed his knees on the bed, the red covers shifting around him. He crawled closer, the grip on the knife was unyielding.

The man you both loved and feared was about to push the boundaries of your desires and plunge you deeper into an ordeal you could never have imagined.

With deliberate care, he approached you, his bare hands reaching under your knees to gently place your legs over his own thighs. Your body tensed, caught between a fight-or-flight response and the unsettling pull of desire.

You tried to resist, your mind screaming at you to escape this horrifying situation. But your body, betraying your will, seemed to respond to the closeness of the person who had both terrified and captivated you.

Your hips sway further, like a magnet that pulls you closer until your bodies intertwine.

His fingers run under your shirt, a soft caress.

“Why? Why like this?” You whisper, he had a stare so captivating, one that could make you allow him to do whatever he desired.

“This way, you can be truly mine. Nobody else would ever come close to the way I have you.”

König places his palms on the bed, right under your armpits. 

Your hips were pressed together, and you could feel his crotch pressing against you, with a desire that could burn holes through fear, and scatter it into ashes.

“Don't fight it, Maus. This is what you've always wanted deep down, isn't it? To be truly possessed by me. 

Tell me, tell me you want this liebe. I want the consent.”

 Love, fear, desire, and dread all swirled together in a chaotic storm, leaving you helpless and uncertain of what would come next in this twisted dance of obsession and control.

You just wanted to lift that sniper hood and kiss him. Were you insane? Or was this just the way love worked?

 “Please, yes.” The fear disappears with those words. He had never done anything to make you feel unsafe. Or tormented, the void of love and obsession just swirled you in and drowsed you to bits.

Your thighs squeezed his waist. The knife in his hand trails down your shirt and to your belly, where he lifts it. 

Your head moves dangerously closer to his, reaching with desperation.

He places one hand behind your head, cautiously running his hand through your hair.

You take the hem of the sniper hood between your teeth, and he purposely moves his head down to help you place it over the bridge of his nose. 

As you do so, he lifts his gaze and his eyes meet yours for a split second, before pulling you in for a desperate and aggressive kiss.

Your lips press against his, as your hips press against his. The knife in his hand makes its way to the side of your underwear, slicing the material apart.

With a faint moan, you squirm under his touch, your body yearning for him.

He brushes his lips across your neck while shifting the knife in his hands.

He holds the knife cautiously by the blade, the handle sliding further under your hips. You gasp as the realization of what he’s about to do hits. 

König places the handle right in front of your slit. His hand slides to your hips. 

“Colonel, you wouldn't use that on me, would you?” You utter as your fingers twitch.

The thought of knife play never really crossed your mind.

 Being fucked by a knife handle, and the person pushing it in and out of you would be Konig.

This man was full of surprises, ones that you never thought would anticipate you.

“I want to make you cum, using a knife handle {Y/n}, allow me?” a hot whisper hit your neck.

“Fuck.” You exhale with desperation. 

You nod with approval.

König inhales and pushes the blade handle in you, You arch with a faint moan. He holds your hips with a tight grip as he moves the knife towards himself again. 

“Oh, god… ah” You whimper as your wrists struggle against the cuffs.

“So good, so mine.” He groans as his bulge almost tears through his pants.

The hem of the blade slides in and out of you, the pace increasing to his liking. Your moans get louder and the desperation takes over every inch of your body.

He slams the handle fully in you, holding your hips tight as your legs are spread on his sides.

A sickly sweet poison that coursed through your veins, compelling you to surrender to his desires even as your instincts screamed for more.

This was further than every dark fantasy of yours, the lust was too much to handle for both him and you.

“I want every thought of yours, every moment to revolve around me. I want everything about you to belong to me only” he snarled unapologetically as you felt closer to the edge and ready to jump down the cliff of submission and bliss for him.

The twisted love that bound them had ensnared your being, rendering you powerless in the face of his relentless obsession.

“Come for me, Maus” He ordered. His pace gradually increased, the sounds of the hard handle hitting your skin, and your gasps and moans filled the room.

Eventually, you had to let go, and so with a desperate squirm, you finish. The situation had gotten you messy, with hair strands all over your face, red cheeks, and lips dripping with saliva. Bit of König’s aswell.

He cautiously brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your cheek. 

You could feel his warmth against your skin, and your body reacted despite your inner turmoil. A surge of arousal mingled with obsession and desire, creating a bizarre cocktail of emotions you couldn't escape.

As he drew closer still, the room seemed to blur, and you were left with the undeniable truth that your fate was now in his hands, a captive in a twisted cage of love.

The room seemed to close in around them, as they became lost in a world of their own making. A world where love and fear intertwined, where obsession knew no limits, and where you were irrevocably his.

You were claimed, not just physically but emotionally, by the man who had become your dark obsession.

The love for König was an undeniable paradox, born out of fear and desire, and it had led to this chilling moment.

Some fan art for a fellow cosplayer friend!

Russ (peepawruss on TT)