Husband!König swearing today’s the day. heavy footsteps stomping down KorTac’s halls, soldiers stepping aside when they see the Colonel fuming. Krueger’s a dead man. the bastard went and stole his ring, his wedding ring. the ring his Schatzi slipped onto his finger before kissing him stupid at the alter. König isn’t sure which he’ll do first, throttle the man or knock his teeth out. his precious ring, neatly placed on his desk, same spot as always, was gone. his breathing is shallow, shoulders tense, when he sees him. he’s seeing red until Krueger nods at someone, König suddenly lightheaded when he sees you. you, his darling spouse, holding his ring as you show it off to Krueger. …he may have forgotten you said you were visiting, winded as he shakily breathes out. he could still punch the bastard
Krueger and König thoughts only - MDNI / some smutty head-canons at the end
Krueger/König are use to losing track of you. The man's huge. Towers over everyone. Casts a shadow long enough to provide shelter for the whole team (an overexaggeration but you get the idea), so when he turns to speak to you, head tilting down - and you're not at his side - there isn't panic.
The panic ensues when he looks left and right, checks behind him, then scans the immediate area, and doesn't find his trusted team-mate anywhere.
He mutters a curse under his breath. A heavy drawl in his native tongue and goes searching.
Sometimes, König/Krueger will place a hand somewhere on your person, so he has some sort of tabs on your whereabouts.
König is a little more shy about it. Looping a finger in the straps of your gear or sitting close enough that some part of him is touching you.
Krueger, however, will just place a hand on your shoulder or thigh. Unashamed. Squeezes to make you squirm. He doesn't care.
We all know how big they are. Like... it's in every piece of writing out there. But you know what I don't hear enough of?
Their arms. The strength! The mountains and valleys along their biceps and forearms. The goddamn delicious spread of their hands.
König/Krueger man-handle you like you pay them to do it.
König's lifts are more chivalrous than Krueger's actions. If you need to wade through water, König stoops down and wraps an arm under your ass and lifts you effortlessly. Cradled against his chest, one handed, your arm around his neck for support, and both your packs carried in the other hand. You don't mention how König's hand grips your thigh harder than necessary. Nor say anything about how his fingers flex against your plush flesh.
Krueger likes slinging you over his shoulder and walking with your ass bumping against his face. Again - unashamed. Doesn't care. He loves the curve of your back against his hand. And Krueger knows that your hands grabbing his arm aren't just there for support. And he flexes, so you have something thicker to hold onto.
König is definitely a thigh man. Holds onto them like life-lines. Face pressed against them, using his arms to forcibly crush his head between your legs as you squirm and buck against his tongue. He'll mark them with little bruises from his lips and fingers. Always seeking them out. To rest his head on. To kiss and worship before guiding them over his shoulders. Thighs - man - they bring him to his knees when you wear something scandalous. Something that leaves imprints on your soft skin. He grabs handfuls any chance he gets. Loves when you sleep with your legs wrapped around him. Will absolutely slip his cock between your thighs and rut against you until your skin is covered in slick and cum.
Krueger is a lips type of guy. Soft pillowy lips that he can bruise and make swollen in all the best ways. Invading your mouth with his tongue as if he needs to conquer you or die. When your lips part in a gasp, his eyes zero in on the shape they make. Imagining that delicious embrace of your lips around his cock. He ploughs your mouth - skull-fucks, throat-fucks - whatever you call it, he loves it. His hands, massive and cage-like, tangle in your hair and guide your lips along his length in rapid, deep strokes. Balls slapping you chin. Drool everywhere. If you ever wear lipgloss or lipstick, he makes it his mission to smear the colour all over his mouth or girth. Like a claim from you onto him. Krueger is a lips man. Meaning you get to experience all sorts of filth and sin from on your knees or on your back with Krueger's mountainous body looming over you.
cw: poly relationships, fluff & smut, arguments, not canon, gn! reader, threesomes, shibari, c♡ckwarming, overstimulation, toys, some dom/sub dynamics, I have been thinking of them
you're the one who ropes in one of the boys regardless of who you start your relationship with. Krueger understands you may need company when he's away (running from the law), and König just likes seeing you happy. if adding a 3rd makes you happy, sign him up
krueger really thought you were pulling him in just for the sex, but when you offered for him to stay and cuddle, it dawns on him that you're inserting him into your relationship. pretty hesitant at first, but who could deny you cuddling up into his chest with könig fawning over your sex-flushed face.
König is often very wrong in the way he uses words phrases in your language. you can't blame him. English is his 2nd language, but you and Krueger both get a kick out of it. (thank you @dog55teeth for this idea lol)
"this food is very- how do they say it? Sebastian, how do they-"
"Im not helping you."
"-very yas!"
"König.."
they will accidentally wake you up arguments in Austrian at least once a week. it can range to anything from the flavor of creamer in the fridge to them arguing about waking you up
defending your honor to death and then beyond the grave. no one will speak poorly of you lest they be on the other end of Austrian giants with bad attitudes.
"Talk to them right, or you will be talking to me instead."
Krueger is a bit more aggressive than König is about it. he's ready to literally break a spine, and König is willing to talk out some issues.. and then break a spine.
König takes on the role of being the cooker of the thruple. he's good at it, great even! so much so that even Krueger goes out of his way to praise him with a firm slap on the ass and a compliment to the chef.
you have a generally loud home, but not in a way thats uncomfortable. there's always something on the TV, a conversation happening, pots and pans rustling in the kitchen. it's a lived in a loved in home
lots of mix match furniture and decor. the boys let you decorate for the most part, but if they find something they like they'll bring it home.
könig bought an expensive sofa set, Krueger comes home with lots of different knick knacks to put around. könig buys new sheets, and Krueger has his heaviest handmade quilt.
könig sleeps like a rock, however does snore. but he finds a position and sticks to it all night, usually on his back with you tucked into his side. there are times he's got you caged in his giant arms, engulfing you and you're stuck until he decides to wake up.
krueger is a mover in his sleep and is often banished to the edge of the other side of the bed. however he is quiet. for all his thrashing he's a silent sleeper aside from his breathing. rolls and twitches that will sometimes result in a stray hand to the face or a leg thrown over your bodies.
Krueger has many more scars than König. I mean, sometimes he's literally running around without shirts on- he appreciates you tending to his wounds whilst scolding his negligence. even König will get in some finger wagging at his partner.
"you have more than just yourself to think of, now."
both of them are surprisingly gentle with their day to day handling of you. they never grab too hard or do any serious rough housing that may end up getting you hurt. their good morning kisses are always soft, even if they're in the middle of arguing.
nsfw
though you will find their handling gets rougher when they're in bed with you. it's usually aimed not at you, but at their "competition"
both of them have terrible dry humping kinks. their hard cocks strain their cargo pants, pushing hard on your face.
they always start with a good warm-up, tho. both of them have found they have a vague.. stretching kink? both of them love to help you stretch your legs and decompress your back before fucking you into the nearest surface. konig guides your legs while krueger holds them in a stretch. this leaves them good space to kiss places of you that usually go unkissed like the backs of your knees
könig is all energy, using all the muscle in his body to get you limp and 5 orgasms deep. he's so full nelson coded- leaving you locked and immobile in his massive arms. you can see why you need all the stretching
krueger is more power than pace. very much a pile driver kind of guy. with some of your blood rushing to your head from the position, his cock feels even better
(@konig-is-bbygrl) gave me the idea of König being into a little shibari, especially when combined with sensory play.
will use it as a form of "punishment" punishment being bounding you and Krueger together, chest to chest with Krueger still buried deep in your walls 💔 your both subject to König's touching or complete disregard.. stuck cockwarming a steadily more irritable Austrian. he'll sometimes strap a vibrator to the base of krueger overstimulating you both
Krueger gets his revenge when König is "too rough" with you. holds the man by the back of his neck, pinning him on his stomach to sloppily lap up globs of cum from your skin.
their cocks stretch your to your limit every time and they can't get enough. in fact, they want more. ;(
I got an idea but not sure if you are comfortable to write or not.
Poly!NiktoKrueger x reader. I feel like these two are going to be so much fun, especially in bed.
i whole heartedly assumed that it was way too early for me to actually start getting requests! ive hardly had this account up for 24 hours! this excites me to know that ive peaked peoples interests!!
and of course, i havent thought too much of krueger as of late, so i may not portray him too well.
poly!niktokrueger x reader thoughts! both sfw and nsfw, dont worry
sfw
despite the two men being on active duty and neither seeming to be touchy or affectionate people, they happen to make great lovers. between niktos voices calming down with kruegers unneeded usage of german, usually so nikto can zone out, and just your calming aura calming his head down, its not as hectic as youd imagine.
of course, if you didnt know any german or russian going into this, oh boy will you know at least how to speak a bit of each within a few months.
krueger is the one out of the two thats constantly using petnames and sweet talk on the two of you. he adores giving you two gifts, usually something as simple as little notes that he hand wrote. these notes tend to have both an english and a german translation.
the names he calls the two of you vary, but usually stick to the same theme. he is big on the use of "mein". making it known constantly that youre both his, and that he wouldnt think of separating.
your nicknames from your austrian boyfriend are "schatz" and "maus". his name for nikto is "spatzi", although he interchangibly uses "liebe" and "liebling" on both of you.
your russian boyfriend on the other hand isnt a huge fan of nicknames or many loving gestures. he finds it very difficult to express himself, especially with constant arguing going on inside his head about how he should react.
that being said, hes more of the acts of service type of guy. he knows all too well that you can simply take care of yourself, but when hes home he has a knack for telling you to shut up as he quietly does mundane things. washing the dishes (yells and curses at you and krueger if you try helping), tying your shoelaces for you, and even bathing you. its his way of showing that he really does care, even if he doesnt or cant show it in any other way.
i feel like theyd both be a bit overprotective with each other, constantly deployed at around the same times, usually ending up grouped together when deployed at the same areas. meaning theyd also be a bit obsessive protective of you. youre theirs, body mind, and soul. all theirs.
nsfw
being protective, if anyone ever tried to chance the fact that you were theirs, theyd stick a bullet in the person. although, theyd probably joke about pinning and fucking you over the dead body... although youre hoping that its all just a joke.
as nice as it would be in bed, whenever the two of them get home from a long deployment, theyre all over you. nikto being a bit more touchy than usual, rubbing your shoulders and your back. while krueger on the other hand is acting like some needy mutt, almost sitting on his knees in front of you, trying to lean his cheek against your thigh, slowly tugging his face covering to offer up his mouth.
both men tend to be more dominant leading, going at it as more of a duo than anything. although, if there had to be one who was the ultimate dominant, it would be krueger. explaining to nikto just how to do things to make whatever it is feel great, either to whoever was within niktos grasp or even nikto himself.
some nights its you on your back, spread across the shared bed as nikto uses your throat to get off, being rougher than he intended to be as he lost himself. sometimes your hands are tied behind your back, and sometimes youre helping him with your hands as well. its during these times that krueger is pretty much a service top, giving you head while you choke and whine pathetically. any squirms or sudden movements gaining a gentle nip to where his mouth is, occasionally nipping your inner thighs instead.
if youre into biting or pain, theyd make sure to mark you up really good. bruises to mark their territory like some stray mutts, but making sure any bad or violent marks are treated properly with a nice clean.
because their is two of them in this relationship, each with their own needs, youre almost always left satisfied and laid down between the two.
nikto, usually over heated and overstimulated with everything after constant interactions, keeping a bit of a distance between you, but he stays faced towards you in order to witness your tired yet blissful expression. gazing and watching you for a while before you would fall asleep.
krueger curls up against you on the other side of the bed, muttering german compliments and praises into your ear. his hand affectionately caressing your side with a half assed hum, or gently kneading onto your hip and lower abdomen in silent apology for any rough touches.
Husband!König who’s been away for a month. you haven’t heard from him since he left, gaze darting towards your phone whenever you get a notification or call. it’s both eyebrow raising and endearing when you do get a text from him, simply, “I miss watching you sleep :(”. what you don’t get to see is Krueger pissing him off, “A frowny face? How… cute, Colonel.”. Krueger doesn’t bat an eye as König goes to strangle him, smug grin on his lips
Krueger pissing off Husband!König for the love of the game. the snacks he keeps hidden away, shoved in old combat boots? Krueger left the wrappers, walking away from the Colonel’s room whistling. the bleach König uses to stain his sniper hoods? suddenly they’re missing! the picture of you, his beloved spouse, he keeps tucked in his tactical vest? well, how could Krueger resist? it’s music to his ears when the Colonel comes barreling into his room, cursing him out while jabbing a finger at his chest. looking up at him with a grin, he hums, “Was? Oh— your little picture?”, voice smooth and steady, “Touched it up.”. König is red in the face under his hood when he sees the shitty little sharpie sketch Krueger drew of himself next to you, “You see? Better.”. oh, how Krueger loves to see König’s composure snap
Krueger purposefully making Husband!König late when he’s looking forward to seeing you. honestly, Krueger blames the man. it can’t be this easy to pocket his keys and license. the Colonel should be ashamed, leaving such valuable items unattended in his barracks— so what if Krueger picked the lock? when the behemoth comes back from handing in his reports it’s only a couple of minutes before the cursing starts. drawers harshly opening before being slammed shut, rough hands patting down his pants. he had been away for weeks, away from you, dodging sights and listening to comms. “Verdammt— Krueger! Where are you, du Arschloch!”, he comes barreling out of his room, icy gaze darting around. two hours. two hours of tracking down the bastard before he could finally leave the base. two hours he could have spent in your arms. those were the best two hours of Krueger’s week, so what if König throttled him?
Husband!König is so so tired of Kruger stealing pictures, so he starts to put them somewhere else and one day Kruger solemnly walks up to him and says "I'm so happy for your spouse" cuz he thinks the two divorced
He finds the new place for the pictures and just loudly sighs in front of König like "they didn't wisen up after all..."
Husband!König being bullied by Krueger is top tier, truly🙂↕️🙂↕️
Krueger lives to piss off the Colonel, a twisted warmth settling in his chest whenever he breaks Husband!König’s composure. he knows of you, has seen your pictures. apparently he’s stolen them one too many times, your darling husband hiding them away. maybe it’s the fact Krueger kept cropping the behemoth out, or that he’d returned them crumpled and stained. on occasion he kept them just to watch König tear through his barracks, arms crossed as the man fumed. now your pictures are nowhere to be found, not in his tactical vest, not in his dresser, not even hidden above the ceiling tiles of his room or office. it doesn’t deter Krueger. he simply adapts his comments, “So, your kleiner Vogel finally left?”. König hates it, even the thought of you being divorced from him as a joke riles him up. too easy. Krueger simply hums, voice lifting slightly, “Finally scared them off?”
Krueger’s never had an easier time angering your poor, poor husband. so what if he lets it slip to a few soldiers that Husband!König is suffering a divorce? it’s their fault for believing a rumor, never mind that he works with and is close to the man, they shouldn’t have been so trusting. Krueger suddenly vanishes when König is in the vicinity, cursing out the bastard as he storms through the base. he’s just passing time, really. slippery too, ducking out of sight whenever König is an arms length away. you’ll surely hear about this when he gets home, König’s shoulders tense as he walks back to his barracks. time stands still when he opens the door to his room, Krueger grinning with your pictures in hand. it’s his own fault, really! he should have checked Horangi’s room sooner, your pictures hidden under chips and a lighter in his desk. “Seems your Spatzi hasn’t flown off.”, his words lingering in the air, “Shame. Thought they wisened up.”. you’ll definitely be hearing about this, especially when König comes home with bruised knuckles. Krueger cherishes the trip to medical. what’s a crooked nose in exchange for some fun?
