something about pretty boys and their back arching. the way their spine curves so beautifully when they reach their breaking point, as you stimulate their cock so nicely. touching their skin here and there, making them shiver under the light pressure from your fingers. it’s nothing but at the same time it’s too much, you’re pleasuring them but you’re also edging them, refusing to indulge in their needs.

What if you are the curvy goth girl, metal baby, girlfriend and König is the pretty pillow princess when not in uniform…just saying that pink ribbon…man likes soft buttery lacy things to show his morticia addams girl…

könig in uniform is terrifying. all broad shoulders, heavy boots and a silence that makes men twice his size shrink back.

but when he’s in your apartment? when he finally has his pretty goth girl ready to take care of him? he’s stretched out across your sheets, mask pushed up, thighs parted, blush crawling all the way to his chest. a pink ribbon you tied around his wrist earlier is still there—his big hand flexing against it like he doesn’t know what to do.

…CRAWL TO ME

sub!könig x reader, crawling/animalistic behaviour, mommy kink again, f receiving oral, cowgirl position, femdom

wc… 877

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the yellow glow of the street lights in the dark moonlight danced across your face. your eyes were out your window, entire body shifted away from the drivers seat. könig however, was focusing on you instead of the road.

“i didn’t mean to hurt him that bad. you should’ve seen how he looked at you!” he protested, hand trying to snake into yours. you pulled away, folding your hands in your lap.

“you nearly killed the poor guy!”

“he tried to touch you!”

“doesn’t mean you pummel his face in front of a packed bar!”

the car fell silent, könig sighing. the man did try to reach out for your shoulder while könig was getting a drink for you, but he seemed respectful as he stammered to find his words- albeit the two metre tall tank of a man approaching him.

“i’m sorry, okay?” könig couldn’t take it; being shut out by his one and only love. when könig got no response, he may or may not have sped up to get home quicker.

all he needed was to lay in bed with you, perfume filling his senses and your soft hair tangled between his fingers as he stroked your head.

the car rolled into yours driveway, while you grab your bag and phone you feel the chill air glide in through the door. you take everything, seeing könig open and shut the door for you.

your expression didn’t change, you walked ahead until the door, where könig sped up to unlock and open the door for you.

heels clicking against the ground as you made your way to your room, flicking on the light and approaching the bed.

you sit, trying to take of your heels, but könig is already there. undoing the straps of your heels and taking them off with care as his calloused hands slid against your smooth legs.

you push off the bed, walking to the other side of your bed to your vanity, placing your jewelry in your little jewelry box. “schatz, i am sorry. how will you forgive me?” an idea pops in your head.

he’s still on the ground- you walk to the foot of the bed, standing with your arms crossed.

“crawl to me.” you demand, watching him through lustful eyes as he did what he was told. hands and knees pushing off the wood floor as he crawled to you. it was ridiculous, the commanding special operator crawling to you.

“liebling, please forgive me…” he whispers, kneeling to you as his hands trailed your thighs. “clothes off.” you demanded, pulling your dress up over your head.

he listens, undoing his pants and taking his shirt off. you hold his face in your hands, eyes filled with lust.

“y’know what y’need to do.” he nodded, nose pressed against your clit as he licked you through the fabric. pulling your panties down with a smooth motion, he continued to lap his tongue at your clit.

letting out a shaky breath, you snuck your hands around his head and softly pushed him closer. standing over his face, you could feel his large fingers enter you, scissoring your warm walls.

“shit… makin’ me feel so nice, good boy.” your words encouraged him to go faster, tongue gliding along your folds as he fucked you with his fingers. könig’s eyes didn’t leave yours once as he ate you out, free hand holding the plump curve of your ass.

“gonna make me cum? yeah?” breathless words left your lips as your hips grinded against könig’s tongue. the knot in your stomach snaps- your orgasm hits. könig licks you clean, sucking at your clit. “on the bed.” another order. he walked to the bed, needy cock springing through his boxers.

you follow, when you make it to him, you remove his boxers. beet red tip already leaking precum as your delicate fingers traced the ridiculous size könig has. straddling him, just barely hovering over where he wanted you.

“wanna make you feel so good, schatz” whispers filled the air, you kissed his mouth. “y’don’t deserve to see me like this.” you state, trailing your hand to his eyes. the man whimpered in protest, but you were already halfway down his length.

you moved your hips, könig’s hands trailing your ass as you sunk lower. each tantalizing inch after inch, until your hips met his. you could hear grunts escape könig’s agape mouth as you rocked your hips.

“scheiße liebling” he said, leading you to grind harder against him. his hands greedily held your ass, pushing your hips with the rhythm. your head tossed back as you rode him, fast and hard. the pleasure was unbearable, your legs started to ache.

it was the price you were willing to pay if you could see könig like this; eyes covered, needy hands trailing across your body, small beads of sweat painting his forehead, mouth open as small whines and begs emptied his throat.

seeing it made your arousal drip across könig’s pelvis as you felt your orgasm approaching. capturing his lips in a kiss, the knot in your stomach broke as you rode out your high. you rested your head on his shoulder as he painted your walls with sticky cum.

“best apology.”

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König being so touch-starved and lonely he gets hard anytime you even mundanely touch him.

A playful nudge on his shoulder when he tells a bad joke, a leg pressed to his when you sit next to him, a lull of your head on his bicep after a particularly exhausting day.

He feels like such a creep, cheeks flushed under his hood as he tries to discreetly hide the aching cock straining against the give in his pants.

When you hug him for the first time, giving a squeeze around his strong core, burying your cheek into the space just under his chest, clothed breasts pressed flush against him - he can’t help but twitch into the embrace as he paints the inside of his underwear with his finish. :(

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“bitte, bitte”

content: nsft, könig (cod) x reader, d/s dynamics, gn!reader, ‘master’, dom!reader, no desc. of readers body

word count: ~500

"W-what?" it comes out small, like he's trying to convince himself that he didn't hear you right.

GN reader. Reader can be read as penetrating/not.

Konig has a very, very conflicted relationship with submission.

Independence is not exclusive from wanting structures to obey. It's why he's snug and relaxed in the military hierarchy: He has a clear place and name, while still having a figure to follow and report to.

The biggest thing that impeded Konig from trying a game of mounting with you was his frail pride. Oh, his pride. The man has the nasty ego of a nerd-turned-frat. Convincing him alone took a month of carefully placed hints and suggestive words to have him skeptically consider the idea.

So, out of goodwill and (mainly) to ensure he doesn't stomp away flustered mid-session, you opted to treat him gently. Make it feel like a situation he can partake in with dignity, not have it ripped off of him.

The first time it happened, to anyone of less experience, Konig might've looked unimpressed and at worst, constipated. You never had him this quiet, nothing but his piercing, consuming eyes observing every move. For the first time in your life, as you prepared yourself and squeezed lube into your hands, you felt daunted by him.

However, eventually, you realize a thing after the initial suspense passes. In solid 5 minutes, Konig has done absolutely nothing but lay supine, legs just silently spread.

The ruthless sniper of Kortac is a pillow princess.

But you're a soldier of your words. Stripping him naked all except the mask on his face and his socks, holding his leg open, you planted kisses on his neck and sunk in. That is when he stops being quiet, as the lewd sound of wet plops and whines (whines) fills the room. Konig came barely minutes later, his leg tensing and his head thrown back. You take him only on a second round, feel this goliath of a man arch his back and palm at you until too shortly, he comes again. You lay down against him and softly caressed his back as he shakingly breathed in and out. That’s how it was. Brief and soft.

Outside the power trip of fucking a man taller than a door and the tantalizing sight of his fucked-out eyes, it was... pretty disappointing sex. You could admit that.

Short and sweet, certain, but you had to jack yourself off afterward and you were certain this was the only time Konig would bottom to you again.

That is, until two days later, you nearly killed Konig flinging a cup of water at him when you found him casually sitting on your barrack bed in complete darkness.

Jesus christ, you're more than open to dom him once more, but couldn't he found any more normal way to ask that?

However, that complaint perished quick on your tongue as Konig tugged at your wrist and reticently pressed it down against his abdomen, pulling you into his open legs. You felt the outline of his abs, his fuzzy happy trail, a shy little bulge in his boxers. God bless his soul, he lasted just a bit longer and held on just stronger. The bed mildly shook as you roughened your pace. He shed tears and wheezed like a particularly pathetic animal, burying his face in the crane of your neck, squeezing your back. He lasted three rounds this time: For that little tenacity, you rewarded him with a good boy. Shivers ran down his spine like he climaxed again. Satisfaction warmly swelled in you as you gently flipped and big spooned him that night, pleasantly spent and exhausted.

That is until you found him in your barracks again next evening. You pushed him out, told him you had patrol tomorrow. Then he was there the next evening. Then the evening after that.

Something in your dynamics irreversibly changed after what happened, that was assured and guaranteed. The package of "Fucking your coworker till he cries" came with a warning label, loud and clear. Hell, you even calculated for it and wrote down all scenarios, of everything that could possibly branch and happen. Maybe he’d be respectful of it, have some maturity, or he’d avoid the topic entirely. The most annoying it'll get is he’d distance himself, or worse, antagonize you. All you expected and didn’t particularly care for, outside of professional reasons. But out of everything, Konig turning up every night hands politely set in his lap is the thing that shakes you off your feet. The sniper had become disturbingly benign, acting more like an awkward teenager than the self-assured bastard he once was.

He was different. He didn’t call you every synonym of an imbecile when you missed a shot. Offered to take your night shift when you bitched about begin too tired for it. Weird backhanded words of admiration that both praised and called you a bitch. In one of the nights he arrived, he had lit candles. Not just any candles. The sexy, rose-scented, red valentine candles. It was getting weird.

You finally fully realized the gravity of the situation on Pizza day. At lunch, he silently shared a piece of his pizza with you. You looked at him agape with horrified eyes.

His pizza.