Hey (^^)/

Hey (^^)/

I don't know if you accept questions, but if you do ... i'm curious, what do you think could be Königs first name? 🤔

(I love your writing by the way😘)

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Hi love!

I like to think he has a cute name like Tobias, you could call him Toby or smth like that

Or maybe Theodore? The name Theodore makes me think of a teddy bear so it might be perfect for König- you could also call him Theo for short

I also like León (like Leon Kennedy I’m sorry I’m a whore for him too)

Lmk what you guys think! Thank you 🏔 for your question <3

Coz of that polyam ghost x reader x könig headcanons this meme is all i could think of

100% accurate

König NSFW Blurb

18+ Minors DNI!! Contains sexual content

CW: fingering, overstim, oral, gender neutral terms, non descriptive lower regions, begging, König is pleasure drunk (just how I like him)

Desperate moans, delirious deep grunts and hums and the tussling of sheets could be heard outside the door, the room that you and König shared. Inside the room, you laid on your back with a pillow between you and the wrinkled bedsheets to lift your lower half just enough to be devoured. In between your spread legs was the mountain of a man himself, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his usual loose mask. The balaclava was lifted over his nose, giving his mouth free roam over your sensitive lower half.

Your hand gripped the back of his mask, shaky breathes and quiet moans leaving your swollen from kisses lips. Fresh hickeys and bite marks decorating both you and your boyfriend, showing the love making not so far in the past. König’s hands wrapped over your thighs to keep them open, placing the occasional loving kiss and soft love bite. With the noises your boyfriend was making, you’d think he was the one being pleasured tonight; but to König, your pleasure is his, even egging him on as to gently rock his own hips from how pleasure drunk he as getting.

An orgasm soon ripped through your body, your legs trying to close but failed as your boyfriend continued to hold them open, licking and cleaning your juices up like a starved man. He gave you a moment, then took one of his hands, gently rubbing your extra sensitive spot in circled with his middle and pointer finger. The giant man looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, drool and juices dripping down the lower half of his face, completely breathless he says, “Please, please maus…one more time for me? Please just one? So köstlich(so delicious) I..I can’t get enough.” He then inserted the two fingers inside your hole, licking you up once more while he spoke, making your moans higher pitched and breathes more broken. “I need one more mein engel(my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?”

König begging for reader, basically a continuation of the fic you wrote of him eating reader out pls

König NSFW Blurb continuation

Hi loves! Thank you so much anon for your request! You guys absolutely loved the original post, so I hope I don’t disappoint

CW: sexual situation, König being desperate for you, overstimulation, begging, degradation, cum inside (wrap before you tap!), König is a switch, reader is a switch, dom König, choking, (I hope I could describe the positions good enough), aftercare!! For both you and König, reader being written with AFAB body in mind, but gender neutral pronouns used

MINORS DNI

(The gif is def König under the mask)

“I need one more mein Engel (my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?” (Mouse).” König continued to finger your hole, standing up more, his grip on your legs then causing you to slowly be almost held upside down, as much as you whined and shook, his grip kept you right where he wanted you to be. From your position, you could feel his hard on against your back, finding it unfair in your pleasure drunk mind that he still had his pants on. As you felt your orgasm slowly approach, you moved slowly to the side, feeling blood rush to your head from being held almost upside down. With some new wiggle room from moving to the side, you moved your arm behind yourself more comfortably and rubbed his shaft over his pants.

You could not only hear, but could physically feel him shudder from your touch, the new found pleasure making the tall man feel more need to have you. Soon your went from rubbing over his pants, to sliding your hands and moving his pants and boxers out of the way, with a little of König’s help. In the middle of jerking König off, your orgasm came and rocked you off your rhythm, feeling white hot pleasure.

König gently placed you down on the bed, rubbing your abdomen tenderly. “How..how are you? Love?” He asked, placing kisses all over the lower half of your body. You let out a deep sigh, feeling like you hadn’t taken a proper breath in a while. You lifted your hands, placing them on the side of König’s head and coaxed him closer to your own. Your eyes were blown out with lust, mouth agape and still panting, dried tears staining your red and puffy cheeks. “Give me more, love? Can you? For me?” You asked. Your gentle tone was sweet to König, but your request went straight to his dick.

He placed a loving kiss on your lips, looking down at you with such love and admiration in his eyes. “Anything..anything for meine kleine maus (my little mouse).” He then started to place gentle kisses all over your face and jaw, then taking his attention between your legs again. He kneeled down, his thighs between your own to keep them separated, he then grabbed your hips and pulled them towards himself. He rubbed gentle circles on your hips, getting lost in his thoughts.

You noticed he was only rubbing your hips, which made you look up and ask if he was ok. König snapped out of his thoughts and apologized, “Es tut mir leid (I’m sorry) my love..” he paused for a moment, a blush creeping up on his face. “You just look..so divine right now.” He looked away bashfully, before he took a more sturdy grip on both your hips, slowly inserting himself into you.

He leaned back down, his nose brushing against yours and you both let out a content sigh. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed kisses all over his jaw, biting and nipping at his neck. Your hungry assault on his neck made König’s hips stutter, he was trying to be gentle and loving with you, but, “careful love..I’m trying to be gentle..please?” You chuckle mischievously, whispering in his ear, “love it when you beg handsome.”

König’s pace quickly picked up, his grunting and heavy breathing tickling your ear, your lips all over his face and neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist soon after, your moans picking up also as you both got lost in pleasure. König lifted himself up and away from your face, his forearms on either side of your face. “Can I? Please? I need..schieße..need to..please? Need you bad..need you now..so good.” You knew was he was asking, König always preferred to cum inside you. It didn’t matter if you could or couldn’t get pregnant, that’s not why he did it. He did it because he loved to feel you spasm around him, to watch it leak out of you just so he could push it back in. It was something that pleases the secret possessive side of him that he hides. You knew you could get more of his sweet begs out of him, and you definitely felt a little mean today.

You placed your hand on his abdomen, and he immediately obeyed and stopped pounding into you. He let out a very shaky breath, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at you with needy eyes. “If you need it that bad,” you started, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip, making him look like he was actually pouting, “you can beg better than that.” König looked up at the ceiling, sweat dripping down his chest, he then looked back down at you, one of his hands threatening to wrap around your throat from how close he was, and how frustrated he is.

“Please darling..I..Ich k..komme gleich.. (I’m about to come), fuck I can’t..” you could see he was losing it, his hips kept stuttering, you could appreciate how loyal he was to following your needs and wants, but he could only take so much before he cracked. “I..I can’t..m’ sorry..m’ so sorry. Want to..Want to please you, I do. B..But..” König leaned down, you could tell there was a sudden shift in his demeanor when he placed his lips right next to your ear, “If you want me that bad, you’ll have to beg me to slow down..Schlampe.” (Slut.)

You were then taken by surprise as his right hand came and placed itself on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your brain fuzzy, but you welcomed every part of König’s new mood. He was probably just so desperate to cum he felt he needed to take control, and both you and him still enjoyed this just as much. König looked down and where you two connected, feeling his orgasm getting closer as yours did at well. He placed his other hand on your most sensitive area between your legs and rubbed just enough to rip an orgasm right out of you.

“Halt Still.” (Hold still) He demanded, gripping your throat tighter, his thrusts inside of you fast and deep, you were sure there was going to be bruises on your inner thighs and his pelvis the way he was pounding into you. You were left limp but stiff underneath him, at this point being used as his own personal toy, his own cumdump. “Das maschst du gut.” (You’re doing well.) He praised, his hand on your throat then traveling up and gripping either side of your face, making your lips pucker. König sank down and kissed you once again, with just as much love but a little more passion.

The man let out a very guttural moan and leaned away from your mouth, now wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his face in your neck, he was so deeply enamored in pleasure that he could not think in English, there was so much he wanted to say in that moment, how good you felt, how much he loved you, how he actually liked holding your neck in his hands, but he himself was getting extremely pleasure drunk as he used your hole for his own pleasure.

“Ich will in dir kommen.” (I want to come inside you) “P..P..Please?” You knew what he was asking, few times he’s gotten this lost, but you could piece it together. Too tired to speak, you nodded at him. Immediately his thrusts got sloppy, quick but with no rhythm. “Ich..Ich komme…mein Liebe (I’m..I’m cumming…my love) ..oh!-“ His hips stopped snapping against you as a breathless gasp escaped him, his load filling you to the brim, you could feel some leak out of your hole and onto your inner thighs.

König thrusted a few more times, much more gently before he finally stilled, collapsing on top of you for a minute before he got up again. The tall man looked down at you exhausted, rubbing your cheek and placing a kiss on your forehead. He then sat up and took himself out of you, his eyes widening as he saw your inner thighs, angry love bites dancing along your skin, along with your entire inner thighs also being red from his thrusting.

Without another word, he put his boxers back on, rushing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm semi wet wash cloth, with a cold one as well. He placed the cold wash cloth onto your forehead since you looked so hot and sweaty. He took care of the mess he made in between your thighs. Once he was context, he placed the warm cloth in the dirty clothes before he came back to your side on the bed.

König gently picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom so you could use the bathroom. (Pee after sex guys!) Once you were done, he took you back to the bedroom, placing you back on the bed as he finally spoke. “I’m..I’m so sorry for being rough mein Liebe. (My love) Did I hurt you? Are you..oh gott..are..are you upset at me?” He asked, going into his closet and coming back with a clean pear of cotton underwear and one of his shirts. He learned that after you two make love, you find it more comfortable to wear his clothes as it’s easier to breathe and regulate your temperature in them; also it smelled like him so win win.

“Oh no love, of course I’m not upset at you! Come here handsome,” you motioned for him to come to the bed, as he sat you pushed him down onto the pillows where you once were, you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands going into his hair. “I’d never be upset at you, plus I like it when you take the lead sometimes.” You confessed with a chuckle, making König look away in embarrassment again. “Seeing you feel good makes me feel good pretty boy,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I..I like seeing you feel good too,” he murmured, “makes me feel good..t..too.”

König sat up and held you, mumbling about how pretty he thinks you are, and how much he loves you. “Do anything for you pretty..anything for mein kleiner Engel…(my little angel)love you..love you so much.”

Hi so I wrote this while super tired, so if there are errors I’ll probably fix them in a few hours- hope you König fiends had your fix- my requests are open!

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König HC with a reader that has healed keraunographic scars??

König x Reader w/ keraunographic scars

Comfort Fic

Omg omg my first request you got it anon! This is my first attempt at comfort or softer stuff plz let me know in the comments your thoughts or constructive criticism!

Contains: mentions of scars, insecurity, König being unsure but determined, König being a little cutie patootie

Having any form of scars is extremely normal in this field of profession. If you retire without a single scar or bullet wound you’re either extremely lucky or you got plastic surgery. Your scars, however, are extremely different. The chance of something so rare like being struck by lightning left an even rarer scaring. Deeply colored lines in the shape of tree roots and lightning itself decorated your skin, leaving beautiful but unique scars. You had grown insecure when your buddies would reminisce about where their battle scars came from. You would show them your normal scars, ones you got from face to face combat or the occasional stray bullet, but when it came to your lightning scars you did everything to avoid it. Really you just wanted to fit in, you didn’t want to be known as the person with the weird lightning scars, you wanted to be known for your talents in the field.

A few days after you got back to base from a mission, you decided to keep your mind from wandering and went to the base’s fitness gym. It was around 4am when you went, assuming no one would be around so you could shed some layers and work out without overheating. Once you got into the gym, you flicked the lights on and saw no one was there. Good.

You got your hair out of the way and took off your camo green military issued shirt, revealing a tank top underneath. Your scars decorated your newly exposed skin, the deep colors bouncing off the overhead lights. You put your earbuds in, queued your favorite music and began your normal routine of workouts. Towards the end, you didn’t notice the doors to the gym opening, and a particular man who you had a particular crush on came in, wearing his usual mission gear other than his vest he wears on his front. His eyes immediately went to you, specifically, to your skin, parts of you he knows no one else at the base has seen. König could not stop staring, thinking your scars were absolutely captivating to him, reminding him of deep roots, lightning and tree branches. Absolutely beautiful.

You sighed, putting the gym equipment down and wiped the sweat from your forehead, taking an earbud out after stretching. You mindlessly looked into the mirrors that were placed against an entire wall, your heart sinking into your stomach and your eyes widening as you saw König staring at you. You quickly grabbed your green shirt and put it back on, speed walking to the exit as you mumbled a “sorry.” But you were stopped. König had gently placed his hand in front of your face, too scared to actually touch you, not knowing how you’d feel about it.

“Why do you hide your skin?” He asked gently, taking his hand away once he saw your turn and face him, craning your head to look up at him. “E..Excuse me?” You asked back, folding your arms and clutching your shirt. König tilted his head slightly, leaning down and tried to speak clearer, “your marks,” he said, “why do you hide them?”You made eye contact for a moment before both of you nervously looked away, the tall man waiting for any sort of response.

“I don’t want people to pay attention to them,” you whispered.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I want to be remembered for my work, my efforts and for me. I know if people saw them they’d know me first for my scars.” You admitted, it wasn’t like you were hiding that information, it’s just that no one asked in the first place since they didn’t know you had them anyways.

König took a minute, picking up that this conversation was a little sensitive for you, wanting to choose the best words to convey his opinion as honest but as kind as he could. “I think..” he started, looking at your lips, then your eyes, trying best to keep eye contact with you, and vise versa. “I think they make you look prettier.”

After he realized what he said and how it could be interpreted, he quickly stood at full height but waved his hands worriedly. “N-Not that I thought you were pretty! Well I did! Scheiße…(fuck) What..What I’m trying to say..” König took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead and eyes before finishing his thought, “you….you look pretty to me.” He mumbled, looking away and picked at his gloved hands, “you always have…even…jesus christus…even know- especially now!” You could tell the poor boy was panicking, and you wanted to alleviate some of his anxiety.

“König?” Your tone was soft but inquisitive.

“Yes?” He asked back, leaning down once more, staring at your lips.

“I think you’re pretty too. Even now. Especially now.” You smiled. The tall man’s eyes widened again for the hundredth time that night, gulping deeply as his hands began to shake. Was this real?

“You..do?”

You nodded, grabbing his left hand, kissing his glove before leaning in and hugging him, your cheek smooshed against his chest. König froze, hardly breathing as he looked down at you. He took a deep breath and gently placed one hand on your back and the other on your head.

You spoke up, “want to see all of them, then?”

“I’ll show you mine if you…show me yours.”

You chuckled and slightly blushed at his response, leaving him a little confused but happy he could make you feel more comfortable around him.