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You know that funny feeling

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yee

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ㅤ𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 (1997)

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main ART form HELLSING ZINE

heh ~ Hope you're like it!

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Hellsing (2001)

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Man love his 🥖

is just a random meme ha

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пацаны я в Чечне 🤙🤙🤙🤙

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Do you think if Konig had a girl on his team, would he treat her like a soldier, would he take her seriously? Or is he one of those people for whom gender is not important and he judges by actions, skills, etc.?

I apologize in advance for my English, if anything… I'm from Spain)😊☀️

I think König is the type of person who will be equally demanding of everyone. In battle, he will need maximum efficiency and impact, so it seems to me that he will be strict with everyone. After all, he considers himself a “king,” which means his “subjects” must live up to his status. Earning his trust is extremely difficult; she will have to prove herself.

As a squad leader, König will not tolerate weakness from his charges, regardless of gender. He may be distrustful and perhaps even a little suspicious due to his experiences of humiliation as a child. Of course, he will not let people into his soul at first, but it is in his best interests to build trusting relationships with his colleagues, especially if he is a commander.

Challenges are an excellent foundation for developing relationships with comrades, since going through difficulties together brings people together. Moreover, under the threat of death, people tend to forget about their squabbles.

Special forces units are not as numerous as the regular army, each of them has a huge responsibility and they simply cannot help but act together, so they are simply obliged to build a dialogue with their comrades. For this reason, in many games/films, soldiers seem to the viewer not just friends, but brothers; they literally go through thick and thin together.

Chris McNab writes in his books about how important communication skills are for a special forces soldier, as well as a sense of humor and praise from subordinates. You can check it out, there’s a lot of interesting stuff there.

However, I think that a woman in his squad may receive increased interest from the male team, this is natural. After all, it is mostly men who serve in the army. For this reason, König could probably be stricter towards the woman in his unit, not because of personal animosity, but because the soldiers might be distracted and flirt, or not even take her seriously and, as a result, be prejudiced. So, he will have to make sure that she does not provoke her comrades, and that they do not look in her direction again. Although, I believe that over time this will settle down, especially if she does not give them reasons for the above, over time their relationship will become quite like that of brothers and sisters.

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euphoria (nsfw, mdni)

OR: what happens when you and König move in together

Sex. lots of it.

Waking up to his hard dick poking your ass from under the sheets. Waking up to him grinding against the mattress, muttering sweet nothings into his pillow. It's sweet.

You're no exception; König can't count the number of times he's woken up to the feeling of your wet folds grinding against his leg, your eyes shut in an innocent sleep; soft little moans escaping from your lips as you desperately hump at his side.

Neither one of you can help it- his scent drives you fucking crazy, does something to you. And if he groans in his sleep? You're done. Wet and bothered for the next few hours until you either fall asleep or wake him up. (He hasn't let you take care of yourself since moving in)

During the day, his hands are always on you. You could be innocently cooking breakfast one moment, and the next be bent over the counter with no panties and his tongue in your pussy. (Why would you cook breakfast when he could just eat you?)

As much as he loves giving you head, König loves to receive it just as much, and now that you live together you can suck his dick practically whenever. If he's writing up reports at his desk, you're underneath it with his cock stuffed deep in your throat. Sometimes you'll even do it while he's on the phone- licking hot stripes up his veiny dick, watching him try to keep his composure.

It's not like either one of you are clingy, either- you're just making up missed time. Who knows how long it'll be before he's back on deployment? At least, that's what you tell yourself when his mouth is buried in your pussy for the fourth time that day. Not like he's complaining or anything, he basically begs you to let him eat you out.

He loves fucking you against the shower wall, too. Loves watching you struggle to balance taking all of him, loves it when he has to hold you so you don't fall. Adores the way your little moans and whines are drowned out under the sound of the water. Loves the sound your wet skin makes when he slaps it under the water, fucking you till it turns cold and you're both shivering against each other.

When you're on your period, he's the sweetest man ever; always bringing you chocolates, ginger ale, warm pads- you name it. He won't think twice before pouring $50 into your comfort.

The first day you're off it? He acts like a man fucking starved.

"Missed this fucking pussy, all mine."

"Good girl, fuck, such a pretty pussy."

and if you were ever up for it, you know this man has towels ready for some period sex.

"I don't care, mein schatz, I kill people for a living-"

"Little blood won't scare me, doe."

He likes fucking you everywhere. In the shower, over the arm of the couch, on the kitchen floor- anywhere he feels like, basically. He once made you grab the railing of your patio for dear life as he fucked you from behind, the cold autumn air making your nipples pierce through your shirt. (The neighbours won't see anything, right?)

And god, if this man doesn't stop putting your stuff on the top shelves because he thinks it's cute watching you reach for them- you might just kill him.

"Need help, mein engel?"

His voice purrs in your ear, hands gripping your waist and holding you down, preventing you from jumping up anymore.

"I don't remember leaving these on the top shelf, Köni," You sigh, leaning into him as a strong arm casually grabs the chips you were reaching for.

"Hm. Weird." He mumbles, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, comforting the bruises he'd left there just last night.

His scent is everywhere- not that you're complaining. He smells like oak, and pine, and the best cologne you've ever smelt but never seen. Definitely helps when he's not home and the only thing you have is a vibrator and his pillowcase.

But besides all the desperate sex, there's also the pleasant domesticity of living with König. Like when he cooks you food, or when you bake him dessert. When he hands you a towel through the bathroom door after you forgot one. You bringing him hot coffee in the early hours of the AM when he's struggling with work.

Him carrying you to bed after you fell asleep watching Netflix on the couch. You sewing up his mask whenever it gets torn or ripped from battle.

You sitting on the bathroom counter, watching him shave intently because you think he looks hot doing it. Him helping you shave, which always, always ends in sex.

Leaving little notes for him about how handsome he is on the bathroom mirror because you know he's struggled with self-image before. Him leaving hickeys on every stretch mark or insecurity of yours he can find. You're just perfect to him.

Worshipping every scar on that man's body; kissing the ones on his jaw and licking the ones on his chest.

God, you're so head over heels for this man.

A/N: when is it my turn to live with zaddy könig😔😔 i want him primally. like actually i wanna **** him till i literally **** *** and *** from taking his ***** **** & my last sight is his massive ****** ******* me ****.

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You sit on the corner of his table, whining about your business,

"It's nearly the middle of the day and I'm still stuck with only one task!"

He chuckles amusedly, retorting,

"It seems like someone has poor time management skills."

You reply with a sassy tone,

"Oh, are we being critiqued by a professional?"

He responds with a confident nod,

"Absolutely"

You raise an eyebrow and huff sarcastically,

"Wanna tell me your secret on how to handle everything, maybe?"

König chuckles in response, "It's pretty easy. Like that."

He whistles, calling for his sergeant who quickly appears and listens to a lengthy list of tasks for the day. As he finishes, he sends the pale and exhausted sergeant to carry out the tasks.

König then turns to you with a glimmer in his eyes and says,

"And now I've finished all my business for today."

He plops back into his chair and places his hand behind his head, looking at you with a smug smile.

You roll your eyes, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you point at the sizable pile of papers on his desk,

"Very fucking funny. What about this?"

He glances at the pile, letting out an annoyed sigh,

"Oh, that little thing…"

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A package

a little headcanon story about how König got his bracelet of the arachnid skin

Your wrist aches and you can’t get it out of the grip. The coldness in his gaze burns more than the bitter frost.

“Do that again and I’ll break it.”

You jerk your hand, but he doesn’t let go warningly, he holds it for another second, and then only slightly loosens his grip.

“What the hell?” you frown. König now looked like he didn't recognize you. He looks at your hand, then at your face and only says:

“Nein.”

His fingers feel your quickening pulse. The fabric of the glove scratches the skin unpleasantly. It’s hard to read his emotions on his face, hidden by the mask and balaclava that you tried to pull off. You glare at him angrily and jerk your hand again.

“Do you understand?”

The air seemed to become tense.

“König,” you mutter through clenched teeth, “let me go.”

He looks at you for a while longer, and then releases your hand. Your face darkens with anger.

“Are you satisfied?” his voice lowered, his arms crossed over his chest.

“And what was that?” you give him an equally cold look, instinctively rubbing your wrist.

König remains silent, as if testing you, and only after a while breaks it:

“I don’t like it when people touch me without permission,” his fingers twitch reflexively, as if trying to grab onto something, to defend himself, “if you’re done trying to remove the mask, you can continue.”

“At first you don’t react when your name is called, and then you attack and are ready to break my arms,” you snort irritably.

His eyes narrow.

“You shouldn’t take lack of reaction as permission to touch me whenever you want. But keep that warning in mind.”

“Screw you,” you say angrily.

He clenches his jaw and looms over you as an ebon shadow in response to this behavior, and then raises his voice.

“Screw me, but you'll lick the entire warehouse clean today. Another insubordination - you will do it with your tongue. And now, fifty push-ups.”

You silently look into his eyes. It feels like you are crossing blades, as if testing who has the stronger steel in eyes.

“Eighty,” he says evenly.

Anger makes you feel noticeably vulnerable, and you deliberately replace it with disdain and indifference in your eyes. Raising your chin arrogantly, you lower yourself to the floor and begin to do push-ups. König towers over you like a silent rock, crossing his arms over his chest and watching you do the exercises.

“Don't lift your head. And don’t spread elbows.” a voice is heard from above.

You grit your teeth but don't say anything.

When you finish the last push-up and stand up, he's still looking at you expectantly.

“Since you’ve finished reading the lectures, then I’ll go,” without waiting for any answer, you walk around him, heading towards the exit.

König allowed you a lot. Even more. As soon as you leave, he sighs tiredly. You needed to tell him something, but now pride clouds your mind, and you leave on principle without saying a word about it.

You decisively walk along the hallways of the base and at some point, turn into a weapons storage. You do everything automatically, attach the card, open the desired locker and take out your favorite rifle. A brand new one, received quite recently, somewhat modified, but with a couple of scratches from previous missions. You take out a rag and begin to mindlessly but diligently move it over it, wiping the already clean trunk. You do not pay attention to the shadow that loomed after some time in your peripheral vision, continuing to wipe your weapon even with excessive zeal.

You glance into nothing at some point, without looking at König standing silently in the doorway, leaning his shoulder on the door frame.

The silent presence gets on your nerves, and you put the rifle butt down on the floor, turning to König. Your hand rests possessively on the gun, as if provoking him. Many in KorTac knew about his desire to become a sniper. König is silent for a few moments, collecting his thoughts, before finally breaking the silence with a response. His voice is calm but firm as he says:

“You know that handling a sniper rifle should not be taken lightly. It takes discipline and focus,” he pauses for a moment, studying your confident stance and the way you hold your rifle with the ease of an expert and the way you roll your eyes before continuing, “but to become a true sniper, it takes more than just skill.”

You look at him for a few moments with your mouth slightly open and your eyebrows drawn together on the bridge of your nose. A provocation to provoke emotions and teach a lesson? First a laugh escapes your throat involuntarily, then a second, and then you burst into laughter, shaking your whole body.

“Are you serious now?” you ask, giggling.

No, definitely an attempt to smooth things over. He knows how stupid his line sounds, he deliberately encourages you to laugh, he wants to relieve the tension between you. König is silent, checking the reaction. His emotions cannot be counted under the mask, but by the way his chest sank and his eyes half-closed, you understand that he exhaled with relief.

“And you seem to understand this,” you decide to play along with him, teasing him in response.

Something trembled in the depths of his eyes.

“Do you think it's just a matter of weapons? I would have done great if only I had been given the chance.”

You fall silent, looking intently into his eyes. Your eyebrows go up. His remark, similar to an excuse, sounded like a cry from the soul. You knew he wanted to be a sniper, but you didn’t think it would affect him so much, especially after all this time. His words hang in the air. Suddenly becoming serious, you look at him for a few seconds, and after a while you silently nod to the seat next to you, calling him to sit down. König’s gaze flickers between you and the spot you pointed to. After a moment's hesitation, he takes a step closer, heading towards you. Without a word, he sits down next to you, his massive body a stark contrast to your much smaller frame.

Without further ado, you hand him the rifle. He carefully takes it from your hands, his fingers wrapping around the shaft. The weight of the weapon seems to make him feel a little nostalgic, and his touch on it is combined with a mixture of respect and longing, as if he were holding something fragile and long lost. You watch his reaction sideways, watching as he takes the rifle off the safety, checks the magazine, adjusts the scope. All these movements are neat, honed to the point of automaticity. You rest your elbows on your knees, burying your face in your hands, looking away guiltily, not wanting to bother him with it.

“I like this model even more than the previous one. And the sight was finally well calibrated,” you say, as if by chance.

“They finally did something honestly,” König agrees.

He disassembled the rifle with obvious pleasure from the process. You lean back tiredly and stretch your legs, listening to the metallic clicks. As you watch him, you notice how the tension in his shoulders gradually eases. Apparently, this moment of concentration brings him peace. When König hands the rifle back to you, you give him a straight look before taking it from his hands and placing the weapon in the locker. An unspoken peace was concluded.

You leave the warehouse together and König accompanies you with a heavy tread. Entering the dining room, you silently sit down at the table while he rummages through the drawers. The silence is deafening, the aroma of coffee fills the room, and you point your nose towards the kitchen. You close your eyes and listen in silence.

König puts a couple of cups on the table and sits down opposite. Indifferently he pulls off his mask. You had seen his face more than once, but something stirred inside you every time he took it off. You didn’t understand why he wears it all the time, he doesn’t have any serious injuries or flaws on his face to hide them. His face is the most normal, but at the same time he reacted so violently when you tried to pull it off that it confused you.

The ocean depth of his eyes rushes into you, noticing your attention. He leans back in his chair, sipping his coffee, without looking away and as if asking: “Are you satisfied?” You just grin in response, repeating his action. When the cup lands on the table, you decide to break the silence with what you came to him for in the first place:

“There is a package for you. They say it was from one of the hostages you rescued in Berlin.”

König looks thoughtful, then nods slightly, accepting the information, taking a couple more sips.

“Thank you.”

He finishes his coffee before you do, and then gets up and leaves the kitchen. You slouch, throwing one arm over the back of the chair and smiling sadly at his dry gratitude, looking into your cup. Something was missing. Even though peace had been restored between you, a piece of the puzzle seemed missing. You slump in a chair, sighing as you stare at the ceiling.

But you raise your head in surprise, instantly straighten up after a while, hearing footsteps and again seeing the tall figure of König. He crosses the room and sits down again, placing the small box on the table. Without wasting any time, König opens it to the confusion and interest in your gaze. You watch patiently as he unfolds the neatly folded letter.

“Hello, Colonel,” he begins.

The corners of your lips creep up, and you listen to him read out the text. Shy and sweet formulations, tons of epithets and thanks testify to the young age of the author, which you cannot help but be touched by. A gift was attached to the letter. König takes out a scarlet bracelet, clearly handmade, and examines it.

“Will you wear it?” your smile widens, and you can’t understand why exactly: how nice the author of the package is or because König trusted you, since he decided to show what he received.

His gesture seemed to now burn out all the negative emotions inside that filled you before. He puts on a bright bracelet that contrasts so sharply with his uniform, glinting in the dim light. He twists his hand, looking from different sides.

“Of course I will.”

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It hurts a lot when you can't find some good fluffy stories with König and there's only smut 💀

C'mon I started to fall in love with Simon because of good fanfictions, which I don't feel for König because there are very few works with him compared to the others 😔🖐🏼

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Analyzing König's presonality

Original post made in TikTok by shikided, published here with their permission.

Let’s start with the fact that König is not shy or self-conscious.

Social anxiety in his case is expressed rather by aggression towards others. Aggression is his defense mechanism (it is different for all people, for some may be a smile, for example).

He can treat people coldly, as well as rudely, out of a subconscious fear of getting into an awkward situation, of being in a vulnerable position. Of course, he is unlikely to like being in a crowd, but this does not mean that he will start to panic and blush, after all, he is a disciplined soldier.

However, König is active and restless, as evidenced by the fact that he was not accepted as a sniper not only because of his height, but also because of his inability to stay in place for a long time. (This is suits his stormy temper)

His expressiveness is especially noticeable in the way he speaks, and Jim Boeven conveys this perfectly. Just compare the original voice acting by Konig and, for example, the Russian one. In Russian, his voice is much calmer and more direct, more balanced, which is out of character.

König is impudent, proud, sharp-tongued. “Pick your guts off the floor” or “and they said that I couldn’t be a sniper” – he’s literally spitting bile, and this still hurts him, as a consequence of the fact that he’s trying to look like a sniper, making himself a mask with his own hands. This desire meant a lot to him, and this is to some extent his personal protest. König did not fully accept the refusal, did not resign himself.

König is brave, even somewhat passionate, not afraid to rush straight into the heat: “get me back into the fight”, “I’m ready for another round”, “don’t worry, leave the heavy lifting to me”.

However, he understands the advantage his height and build give him and uses it. Moreover, he knows how good he is on the battlefield, and does not hesitate to say about it: “finally, some worthy adversaries”, “they are no match for me”. These phrases reveal a need for personal self-affirmation due to his childhood bullying and humiliation. König compensates for the lack of recognition with arrogance and pride, as even his name (King in German) suggests.

This, like his defense mechanism, can cause a disdainful attitude towards other soldiers: “who taught you to shoot?”, “not bad, I’ve seen better”, “let’s be honest, it’s better off in my hands”, “hands off, it’s mine”, curses are also present.

Some fans for some reason see him as a big child, few others as a brutal killer.

König is a fighting unit, a man trained to kill, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean he’ll kill you for some little thing. He can, of course, but he won’t. König is a hostage rescue specialist, His task is not only to eliminate, but also to save.

Pay attention to his pose in the menu. König does not look shy and cute. On the contrary, his movements are calm, even relaxed, he demonstrates confidence and strength. He raises his hand and points at the player, as if to say “Pikachu, I choose you”, or “we’re gonna make this day”

His phrases sound friendly towards us, like “together we should be victorious”, or “you can be in my team any day” and even “with you until the end”

He seems to be encouraging his comrade, with whom he is now leading a mission. König is closed and cold, but loyal and kind towards his people. Due to his character, I doubt that he has many people whom he truly values, such a person will be very attentive and selective towards those who surround him, therefore he seems to me be a loyal and reliable friend to those whom he truly considers them his loved ones.

Summary: König is an interesting character with a psychological point of view, with his own bee in his bonnet.

Closed, arrogant, cocky, loyal, devoted.

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König x Inexperienced!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

cw: age difference, age play, oral s*x, older bf König w/ inexperienced reader, fi*gering, v*ginal s*x.

At first, you were nervous about having an older boyfriend. You've just never dated anyone who was twenty years older than you... König was in his 40's. But then again, all the other people your age seemed immature. You've been dumped for not being enough, for not letting people use you like they wanted. But also, when the time finally came, they didn't ever know what they were doing, and just fucked. There was no pleasure for you, they were focused on themselves. And they never gave you any aftercare, either. It was always just "hey guys I have a girlfriend" that they pretended to care about.

Although König was older, he was also different from the rest of the guys you've met. He was gentler, and focused on your pleasure just as much as his own. He enjoyed things, taking it slow. Plus, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to hit you in all the right spots. The way he knew the different ways of pleasuring the both of you. You didn't even know that you could cum by him just using his tongue. He knew all the right places to lick and suck your clit and between your folds, he knew just the right way to curl his fingers and hit that right spot inside your spongy, wet cervix. When he was intimate with you like this, including when he would slide his cock inside you, he always made sure to stop and passionately kiss you. He would always take the time to cherish the other parts of your body, gently squeezing your breasts while he used his tongue on you or fucked you.

He was even patient with how inexperienced you were with pleasuring a man. He was gentle and guided you, teaching how to give him a handjob and all the right places to hit. "Jetzt, just rub your hands along the tip... Ja, just like that... Oh, that feels amazing, meine liebe..." He would encourage you. He would even make you take your time with him. There would be times where you'd stroke him too fast too soon. "Nein.. there's no rush, liebe... Go slower..." He would say.

Even when you eventually started learning how to give him a proper blowjob, he would feel you choking on his thick cock from you trying to force your way deeper. "Take your time.. don't force it, meine liebe... You're doing so well.." König liked to savor these moments and enjoy his time with you. That's what made you love him so much. He was just so caring and gentle with you.

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A massive Konig 👑 art dump

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i read "sudden motherhood" by localwormgod and it has one of the cutest scenes ever 😫💘!!

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"The muse"