König x AMAB! GN! Reader
CW // sub/Bottom König, Face Fucking, Pet Play, Scent Kink, Collars, Choking, Come Marking, mild cnc for ignored 'stop'. Mans is fucking possessed for it idk what else to say!
WC: ~1.6k
Anonymous asked:
adding onto the overstimulating König ask. stuffing him full with your cock, listening to him sob and whimper, ugh <3
f4nrir answered:
mein könig
pairing ; könig x male reader
note: i got so happy when i saw this because i’ve been wanting to write for könig for so long now and this encouraged me to do so !!
cw: rough sex, overstimulation, breeding, sub!könig, dom!commander!reader, (reader giving), cum tasting (?), basic german knowledge …
you’ve always thought of könig as quiet, often showing that side of himself on the field when you worked together. although, he was quite courageous and you were fascinated by his work as his skill set is impressive.
however, what you never expected was for him to be this vocal from the pleasure he was receiving. he continuously begged for more, not realizing his limits beforehand. “liebling, bitte!” he cried as you pounded into him mercilessly with your cock, completely filling him to the brim. each thrust you made inched closer to his prostate and with a quick adjustment in your position, you perfectly hit the right spot. you watch his eyes widen and his back arch, desperately gripping the sheets beside him. you bent down to litter his chest with kisses and nipped at his skin, covering him with love bites for him to remember this moment. [t: darling, please]
könig gasped at the feeling of your teeth buried into his chest and placed his hands on your back, his nails sinking into your skin as he scratched the surface. you winced at the burning sensation which only encouraged you to fasten your pace, the sound of skin slapping filled the air along with both of your moans.
“mein könig..” you coo as your hands find their way to his hips, gripping onto them tightly as you continued to ruin him with each thrust. könig flushed at what you had said, a string of curse words quickly leaving his mouth before a guttural moan escapes as well. “you love this, don’t you? having me fuck you numb until you’re at a loss for words.” [t: my könig]
he couldn’t comprehend a response to give you as he continued to moan, which eventually turned into loud sobs and whimpers as you abused his prostate over and over. you placed your hand on his cock and rubbed your thumb over his slit, causing him to jerk and cry louder underneath your touch. “answer me, könig. don’t ignore me when i speak to you,” you growled under your breath and his sobs continued with each touch, his body shaking underneath you from overstimulation.
you brushed your thumb past his slit once again which was almost enough to make him cum, finding the sensation torturous yet pleasurable. you bent down to meet his face, your dog tags dangling against his chest, and he winced at the temperature of the metal. “do i have to repeat myself?”
könig shook his head, “no! please, i love this. i love you fucking m– nngh!” you pressed your thumb against his tip, the pressure just enough to make him cum all over your hand and coat his stomach too. you snickered as you stared at your hand before putting your fingers up to your own mouth, tasting him. he grabbed your hand out of embarrassment, but enjoyed the sight of you tasting his own cum. “open,” you ordered and he complied as you placed your fingers inside of his mouth “suck.”
he swirled his tongue around your fingers, holding eye contact with you as he sucked. you neared your climax as he continued, but took matters into your own hands as you shoved them down his throat to prepare him for later. you enjoyed listening to his muffled moans and pleas, imagining what it would be like for him to take you in his mouth.
“könig.. i’m close,” you pant and he wraps his legs around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. you chuckled against his neck, the feeling of your warm breath caused shivers to go down his spine.
“bitte, herr” he weakly whispered in your ear which was laced with lust and you caved in as you moaned close to his ear, his name easily rolling off of your tongue. könig pressed himself against you, soft groans and whines escaping his lips as the warmth of your come filled him up. [t: please, sir]
tags : @anglhrts @fatigueeed @batspidey @sad1st1c-wh0re @luvrbucks
Bed
Summary: König’s new neighbor finds out how comfortable his bed is. König falls quickly.
Pairing: König/F!Reader (civilian)
Rated: T+
A/N: Just some fluff.
Word count: 2947
The Deathly Devout
Pairing: Executioner!König x Nun!Reader (Medieval au)
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Religious themes and settings, talk of death, religious guilt, nothing much this is pretty tame. I have very little knowledge of how catholic confessionals actually go especially in a medieval setting forgive me. probably many spelling errors im sorry.
Author’s Note: was talking to @thesadvampire about @hffhifjou fucking amazing art of the 141 as knights and now we have Executioner!König. This is mostly just a word burst from this morning but I really like this concept and wanted to share with you all
Tagging some mutuals I think might enjoy this: @sprout-fics @humanransome-note @moondirti @fnny-bnny @yeehaw-djarin @captainsamwlsn
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It was quite amusing to see the executioner in the confessional booth.
That isn’t to say that he doesn’t visit often, no. If anything it’s the exact opposite, Father Montomgery sees him more than any pious banker or self-hating gambler in the city. But the man was monstrous, broad in his shoulders with thick arms and legs to match, resulting in him having to twist and fold his body to properly fit into the little wooden booth. He could see the silhouette of the poor man’s shoulders hunched in and head tucked low.
It almost made up for how absolutely aggravating he was to listen to.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
könig
assume this man had a shower in a safe house before arriving at base tysm also this man has crazy stamina for being as tired as he is lemme tell you that Literally nothing ab this is realistic bye idc i wanna take care of him so fucking bad he works too hard he deserves the world he is my everything (he doesn’t even exist) um anyways female reader. i hate this
“Just relax, baby,” you purr, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to his chest. His legs give in despite his mind being as fuzzy as TV static, body drained of any fight it could possibly have left, and he sits on the end of the bed, looking up at you with tired eyes. “Let me take care of you, yeah? Can I make you feel good?” you ask. “I think you deserve it.”
He nods weakly, and you take a step closer between his legs, your hands coming up to knead at his slumped shoulders. Your fingers slip under the ends of his veil just a bit, “Can I take this off?”
He’s already shuddering under your touch; your skin hasn’t even made contact yet, besides your gentle hand taking his cold, large one and leading him to the bed prior to having him like this, the moment he arrived off the plane. He had already taken off his vest and armor, in a hurry to alleviate some tension from his overworked body, but his muscles were still stiff in a way no release of tactical gear could solve.
He needs you to help him. Fix, him.
unhingedpolycule