#König x Reader

[quarterlifekitty]

peacocking (how they show off. Maybe they're doing it to impress you, maybe not...)

König can reach the overhead bins on the plane so fucking easily. And he doesn't care how heavy your carry-on is, he's putting it up there for you. That's his flex.

Gaz is the guy who will take a picture for you and your friends at a tourist destination, and it will be perfect. Several angles, several orientations, and all taken at just the right moment. And when you tell him you made you look really good, he'll tell you he just has a way of making cameras tell the truth.

Soap smiles and he lifts shit for you. Simple as. Man is the king of carrying shit to your car for you in 1 trip.

Price speaks up on your behalf when you're clearly not going to say anything. When someone cuts you in line, or ignores your question, or gets your order completely wrong. He doesn't do it in an aggressive way, really, but it makes it clear that he's paying attention.

Ghost is in the same group entering the haunted house as you. And he doesn't flinch once. So obviously he seems like the best person to cling to when you get scared. That's what he's desperately hoping.

Rudy is going to, by whatever miracle necessary, gets you what you want. Doesn't matter if you need a refund for something, or you need to get on a plane when the gate just closed, or you need a substitution made in your food-- he just has a way with people. He doesn't raise his voice at all, but he has this way about him that makes people more willing to bend the rules.

[dmitriene]

based on the request from my inbox.

cw: size kink, reader mostly described as petite.

könig is so obsessed with the size difference between you both it's almost laughable, through you don't have time to tease him about it, not with the way he almost clings to you and uses every opportunity of your admiring words about his body to show how much bigger than you he really is, so you better hold back from talking about it at all, liebling, even if it doesn't really help.

he's acutely aware of how much bigger than any average men his body are, with his brawny chest and the pumped lines of his body filled with coiled, hard muscles, his meaty thighs, the height that helps him tower over the people easily, even through often his head knocks against the jamb of the doors, leaving occasionally growing bumps on his forehead.

but it's nothing, tiny nuances that cannot be compared with the all fulfilling excitement that courses through könig at the knowledge that he can so easily manhandle you, scoop your dainty body up and seat you on his forearm, it's not important at all what your height is, how much you weight, for him, you're small like a pretty bunny and light as a feather, made to sit in his arms with your legs swinging around, as you decorate his rugged, smug grinning face with light pecks from your pouty lips.

könig often does that silly thing of comparing, as if trying to brag, holding your palm against his, enormous, calloused and scarred, able to encompass the entirety of your diminutive, soft hands, carrying you all around like you're some kind of not independent, lap pet, sometimes cruel, too, slapping his engorged, fat cock over your sensitive, weepy pussy, cooing at the way your folds flutter beneath, making your whole body seize and shudder, twitching violently with a wet, needy whimper.

you kick your legs in his chest, whining at the boyish, bursting laughter könig let's out, nudging his leaking, bulbous tip against your clenching, gaping little hole, watching the way you tilt your hips, chasing the feel of his cockhead rubbing up and down, catching on your slick soaked, parting lips, breaching in inch by inch, leaving your throat seizing around a loud, crying keen as he plunges you full with throbbing heaviness of him, fingers fanned out along the curve of your pulling tummy, impaling you in rhythm of his rough, pummeling thrusts.

könig is absolutely impossible to endure, he can't behave, not with how absolutely struck he is by you, by how adorable you are, sweet like a hilfloses, kleines tier, and even through it's sounds not as attractive he hoped to, his words still make your chest tighten, all fluttering inside, so you forgive his sneaking, mapping hands all around your curves, digging in your hips, kneading at your perky ass, tucking you beneath his heavy, draping hand.

you're neither can expect him to act properly when your parents invite you for a dinner in their house, dying to meet your boyfriend, not knowing that this seemingly charming, polite man with brightest, innocent cerulean eyes would take you apart in your childhood bedroom, he's been utterly respectful during the dinner, until you decided to show him upstairs, which led to your cunt being split open by his pounding cock.

each strained, blabbering mewl and gasp silenced by the pillows you burrow in, könig's gravelly voice whispering salacious, cooing praises, he's just so smitten for you, and you can't complain, not when he fucks all your protests out of your mind, enough so you'll be just a pliant, petite thing in his arms.

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[cod-indulgences]

König x female!reader, oral, female genital piercings, sweet

You honestly forgot it was there. You'd not had even a coffee date in ages, much less a hulking Austrian shouldering between your thighs, so when König gets your panties off and halts, staring down at your pussy, your first thought was your period had started, or he'd decided yours was too ugly for sex or-

Then he delicately rubbed the tip of his finger across the little silver hoop pierced just below your clit, and you shiver. "Oh, uh, be gentle with that?" You babble, "sorry, I got it ages ago and sort of forgot about it? I don't feel it normally, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you-"

You cut off with a squeak as König leans in and kisses your clit, his tongue darting out to lick at the piercing, and when he looks up at you his eyes are as dark as his sniper hood. "Schön...Don't worry, liebchen," he says, "I'll be careful with your jewelry."

Oh, he is, he's soft and gentle with his lips, sucking your clit and labia, swipes of his tongue around and in your hole, and teasing that little hoop back and forth through your flesh. It had been an impulse buy, one that gave you a few days of soreness and not much else. The one guy you'd slept with after getting it had tried to pull it with his teeth and you'd kicked him in the face.

König though, oh, he's so sweetly considerate, wet little kisses and sucks around your clit, licking your piercing with the careful point of his tongue, bumping your clit with his nose while he drinks up your slick, and when he slides a finger into you and curls it up you grab his hair and yank hard. He groans into your pussy and sucks on your clit again, a second finger joining the first, and he's a bit fiercer now, slurping at you messily, and when he slips down and sucks around your piercing you shout and feel a sharp little clench around his fingers, hear a sloppier sound when he keeps pumping them into you. He's shaking, you realize dimly, still hauling on his hair to keep his mouth right there, there, so good don't stop, König, König fuck I'm cumming, please-

Your whole pussy is throbbing under his mouth, hot and wet, two bright points of sensation in your clit and piercing when he opens his jaw and gets his mouth around both, sucking hard, and you come in a sobbing rush, slick dripping out of your hole, clenching so hard onto his fingers that it hurts.

You manage to release his hair and look down over your heaving breasts and belly to see him staring up at you, beard dark with your come, and when he shoves himself up and gets his cock inside you with a desperate groan you wonder how soon you can get another appointment set up with the piercer. König might like a vertical hood one too.

[harpsinfinity]

Throw back to this thing

Simon "Ghost" Riley, könig and Captain John price eating you out

Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, pet names, very badly translated German

Simon "Ghost" Riley

This man will literally have you ANYWHERE. In the kitchen, the shower, the bathroom of a bar. He'll have you in a mating press, knees up to your shoulders. If there's nowhere to lay you down? He'll get on his knees. Nose nudging your clit as he licks hot stripes up your dripping entrance. Simon can't get enough of the sounds you make. He will almost always leave bruises on your hips from his grip, he knows you love it anyway. He'll make your legs so weak that you won't be able to walk the next day, so he'll carry you around and then eat you out for hours again to repay him for carrying you.

"Jus' one more fr'me Lovie, c'mon"

Captain John price

Would pepper little kisses and bites on your inner thighs until your begging him to help with the mess between your legs. He'd make you cum just from your clit, sucking and rubbing it until it's swollen and throbbing with need, ignoring your entrance. That's for his cock only. He loves it when your thighs squeeze and shake around his head, watching your head fall back and your eyes rolling back into your skull. Loves to hear your whines and moans as he works on you, every time you try to squirm away he'd grap you by your hips and pin you back down, making you gasp when he lightly slaps your pussy for trying to get away from his hungry mouth.

"Don't run away now Love, take it"

König

He eats you out practically anytime he can, he does it for him, groaning as he works his tongue inside of you. He will eat you like it's his last meal, obscene noises coming from in-between your legs, making your face flush with embarrassment. He'll devour you for HOURS, you'll be too sensitive and overstimulated, trying to push his head away. But he just takes your wrists and pins your hands down by your sides as he keeps going, eliciting more squeals from you. Every orgasm feels like an out of body experience, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. You'd be shaking and quivering under him, not knowing how much more you can take as he just goes wild with his mouth. He'd feel your swollen bundle of nerves throb on his tongue before making you finish for the umpteenth time. He would BEG you to let him eat you out again, even though your all sore and sensitive :((

"Please schatz, one more time"

[machveil]

Immune!König who starts to lose it after a month and a half of minimal contact with you. he was so utterly touch starved before you met, and it was bliss being able to hold you before the outbreak, now it’s been torn away from him because of the virus. he’d settle for anything, heart thumping at the thought of your hand in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. absolutely craving his sweet little schatz. he wants to nuzzle his nose against yours, cup your face in his hands, whisper sweet nothings as he envelopes you. but he doesn’t, worried he’ll somehow hurt you

Immune!König who whines when you wrap yourself up in two blankets, padding up to him so he can hold you - your back to his chest. it’s the closest he’ll get to having you, albeit completely covered, in his arms. peppers kisses over your shoulders and head, you can’t really feel it, but he’s so happy, his big hands pawing at you through the heavy material. it’s been torture having you so close to him but out of reach, he refuses to let go of you for hours, face buried in the crook of your neck, soft fabric pressed to his cheek. his mind playing delightful tricks on him, imagining his own body warmth seeping into the outer blanket is yours

Immune!König who, after some convincing, hesitantly joins you in bed. he double checks that you’re cocooned in your blankets, subsequently tucked under the sheets. he knows it’s hot under all that warm fabric, he’s sorry, Maus, but just for tonight. let your beast of a guardian pretend he’s human. thick arms wrapped around your bundled up form, face pressed to the nape of your hidden neck. let him pretend the world outside isn’t crumbling, those distant groans are simply the drone of cars driving and neighbors making idle conversation. let him rest for the first time in weeks, real rest where he isn’t plagued by dreams of sweet intimacy with you - woken up cold on the floor by you stirring in bed

[lab---rat]

[I need a hug from a big war criminal]

[don’t mind me, I’m a bit touch starved]

[luxcuriousao3]

König fucks you dog style wearing a collar and leash, and whines and whimpers so sweetly every time you tug on it. He begs to come in your pussy--"Please, Mommy, please!"--and if he's been a good boy you let him, but if not, you make him come all over himself instead, then tell him he looks pretty like that.

[cheeseatlantic]

i don’t like him but i like his eyes

COFFEE AND COMFORT

The café was small and cozy, but König seemed impossibly big sitting across from you, his broad shoulders hunched forward like he was trying to make himself smaller. He kept fidgeting with the hem of his jacket sleeve, his fingers restless, occasionally brushing against the napkin on the table. You’d noticed his eyes darting toward the counter, then quickly away, over and over again.

“König?” you asked softly, leaning forward to catch his gaze. “Everything okay?”

He froze for a moment before nodding, though the stiffness in the motion gave him away. “I’m fine,” he murmured, but his voice was quieter than usual, almost like he was hoping you wouldn’t press further.

You tilted your head, watching him for a moment. “You don’t like ordering, do you?”

His head jerked up, his blue eyes wide with surprise and a hint of embarrassment. He quickly looked away, his voice dropping even lower. “It’s… not easy for me. Too many people. Too many chances to… mess up.” His fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the table, like he was holding himself in place.

Your heart ached at how vulnerable he looked—this mountain of a man who could hold his own in the most dangerous situations, yet struggled with something as simple as ordering a coffee. “Hey,” you said softly, reaching across the table to place your hand over his. He stilled immediately, his eyes flicking back to yours. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do it. I’ll take care of it.”

His gaze searched yours, as if looking for any trace of pity. Finding none, he gave a hesitant nod, his shoulders sagging with relief. “You… you don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” you said with a warm smile. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He hesitated, then quietly said, “Just a coffee. Black. And maybe… one of those muffins. The blueberry ones. If it’s not too much trouble.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how carefully he worded his request, like he didn’t want to ask too much of you. “Got it. Coffee, black. Blueberry muffin. Anything else?”

He shook his head quickly, his lips twitching into a small, grateful smile. “No. That’s all, liebe.”

You stood and headed toward the counter, casting a glance back at him. He was watching you, his hands resting on the table now, his posture a little more relaxed. When the barista handed you the order, you made your way back, setting the coffee and muffin in front of him with a flourish.

“Your royal feast,” you teased lightly, sliding into your seat.

König’s laugh was soft but genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkling just slightly. “Danke,” he said, his voice warmer now. “You’re… very kind.”

“Anytime,” you replied, taking a sip of your own drink. “But next time, we’ll try it together, yeah? No pressure, just baby steps.”

His eyes softened, and he nodded slowly. “Next time,” he repeated, like he was committing the words to memory.

And for the first time since you’d walked in, he didn’t seem quite so big and out of place. Instead, he seemed like he belonged—safe and understood.

idk anything about him, but i heard somewhere he had social anxiety? me too babes.

@thechaoticcheese here, cheese to cheese…

[writingfromasgard]

Flashpoint [König]

AN: gif source

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Synopsis: A follow up from this post; You surprise König in a lacey lingerie and his reaction is surprisingly sweet.

An: this has been sitting in my drafts since August LMAO

König's hulking form is hunched over you, droll dripping from his teeth. more than a few luxuries that he benefits as a Colonel. An off-base home, a larger office, a larger desk, and.. a larger pay check. That's what most recruits want when they think of climbing the ladder. For him, it was getting to meet you. There was a party to celebrate his promotion and Horangi dragged you as a friend. You two have been together after a few awkward dates and are on the road to living together in his mind.

He's got a few weeks worth of your clothes at his house, your personal care products, your preferred snacks, and you stay over often. It's nice coming home to cook with you. The two of you have eaten, getting ready for bed when you whistle. He looks up, mouth dropping open as you reveal yourself. Lace the color of his eyes forms a pretty choker around your neck and that's the only thing you have on.

"What is.. Oohh.. Oh.. That.. ist for me? Thank you? Thank you. Thank you so much, Häschen. Come here? Can I touch?"

You laugh at his reaction. It's endearing how he stumbles over his own emotions and words. When you walk to him, he looks paralyzed, unsure where to touch first, hands reaching out then pulling back. You let out another laugh, putting your arms on his shoulders with a smile.

His hands grapple your hips, dragging you closer. He kissed your stomach before stuffing his face between your breasts. He squishes your breasts against his head, groaning. You trying hard not to laugh again. He looks up at you, eyes filled with admiration. You whispered that you're just naked and he drops his hand down to your ass, squeezing it.

"Wunderschön. Beautiful."

You kiss his lips softly, pushing on his chest to get him to lay back. It's difficult to straddle him and he's looking up at you like you're his personal goddess. His gaze is so appreciative, sending goosebumps over your skin. You kiss him again, his hands sliding up your sides, squeezing every so often.

[kivino]

MEANT FOR EACH OTHER || ZOMBIE AU || KÖNIG X READER || PART I

sum. A deep-seated paranoia takes hold of you. Every hour of the day, you feel like you’re being watched. Followed. And you’re not wrong. So observant, so beautiful and perfect, but always dismissed by your group, left behind, not paid even a sliver of attention. How tragic. It’s okay though. König is here to do right by you. F̶̖̓͆̕͝o̷̢͚̲̬̍͠r̶͖̝̾̊̍̾e̸͔͇̣̓̈̊̾v̶̛͚͕́͗͝e̷̤̻͔͎̅̑̽r̴̝̬̩̘͒̒̃ ̴͔͆͋̈͝ȃ̷̢̭̯n̶̡̜̫͚̉̌̊̒ḍ̷̩̲̹͝ ̷̖̔͌͘ả̶̡̬̥͊l̶͕̇̓̄w̴̺̥̋̂͠ä̷̢̢̝́̒͗y̴̳̦̙̕ŝ̶͕̋̀.̵̝̱͒̌̅̆

tags. zombie au (twdg inspired), stalking, obsessive behavior, themes of paranoia, fear, distrust, isolation  

w.c. 2.7k

a.n. i had a post about this fic quite some time ago, but only got to finishing this fic right about now. it’s my bad, folks! still, i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! let me know your thoughts and like and reblog, please!

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You were not okay. Unstable. Dangerous to the group. That’s what you kept hearing every time you would try to speak up about your worries. “Help your fellow man” your ass. Delusional assholes, all of them, you thought, after having to endure this torture that appeared endless. Constant paranoia eating away at you, piece by piece, making you look over your shoulder more than look straight ahead, forcing your sleep to become so light you’d wake up from the slightest shifts of your companions dosing off in the tents beside yours. Or from the wind rattling the rusted metal sheets on the roof of the abandoned storage house you camped out in. You felt exhausted which was no less shitty than being unheard. Or, rather, straight up ignored.  

It’s been weeks…months of it? You weren’t quite sure anymore. You had trouble tracking the days at this point in time, any disruption turning you into a likeness of a jittery rabbit – head on a swivel, ready to dart at the merest visible sign of this…unknown and incomprehensible danger. So naturally, days blended into nights, and nights would smother themselves in-between the days, and there was no end to it. At times, anything felt as a sign of some foreign, unfamiliar and very unwelcome presence. The whole world ending, shriveling away into a primitive, disconnected and scattered realm of endless violence was bad enough, but then there was something else…You weren’t quite sure what started out this deep terror within you. But you just knew, after bumping into someone’s empty, but clearly frequently used hideout in a dingy, and frankly, nasty motel, nothing has been the same.

Stretches of makeshift barbed wire across all the fences and, in places, even the ground, where the passage wasn’t interrupted by wrecked cars forming a barricade in front of the dark building with the windows boarded up shut. As you approached the place, you swore you could hear a low purr of a generator and smell the fuel, heavy in the air, and thick on your tongue. However, the place, though well protected, seemed to be deserted. Not a sign of a human presence from a quick glance. A lawn chair on the second floor of the motel, right behind a study looking railing with the paint rubbed off in the center, however, threw you off a little bit, as well as the doors, either locked, or boarded up shut from the inside. No bodies, no signs of fight or struggle, very little blood, while the place itself was locked up so tight you’d think a herd of was mere hours away from reaching it. Who’d put so much effort into making this motel a fortress, only to then abandon it, since there were no bodies that would suggest an attack from the walkers, or a raid from a fellow man.

Things clearly didn’t line up and you didn’t like that. Your group, however, didn’t bother with technicalities and nuance. Safe place was a safe place, end of story. Having nothing to offer in terms of resources – apart from a couple of already ransacked vending machines, the motel was quickly moved on from after the group spent the night. Since no one managed to get a single door, but the one leading to the laundry room of the dreary place open, the decision was made to sleep in the tents within the barricaded parking lot. “You’re welcome to freeze your ass off outside the fence, if you’d like, love, I couldn’t give two shits” – grumbled Rory, a woman in her thirties, who was clearly not having your cautious behavior. You were more than sure that she probably had to sleep in places much colder and dangerous than this dirty godforsaken motel, so you let it go. That night was the last night of undisturbed and calm sleep you’ve had before the unrest took hold.

You haven’t told anyone (as if that would change anything, your mind adds with palpable bitterness), but you swore there was something at that motel. Always conveniently just out of the corner of your eye, avoiding you so well you were ready to scream in frustration at the lack of substantial evidence for your suspicions. A giant, hulking shadow, faster than your reaction speed. A suspicious, bright glint from stuffy darkness of a boarded-up window. A loose stretch of a chain-link fence with dull grass crushed underneath. But then, why would it be? Unless it pinned the lifeless blades of greenery to the ground while sliding out (or in) below the fence.  

Of course, without outright noticeable evidence it was just that. It. But you were just scared to admit that this shapeless, inexplicable “It" you kept in your thoughts day and night, waking up and going to bed with an insistent tremble in your chest and shaky hands, was someone. That this “It” would suddenly develop a form, a conscience. Then, a goal. You didn’t like that. Not in the slightest. Frankly, who would like the phantoms that reside in their mind to suddenly become real? Nobody. And definitely not fucking you.

Regardless of your limitless turmoil and anxiety, non-stop coiling within your gut, you had to wake up. Stirring awake in your stuffy, hot tent, you don’t waste any time finding a zipper on the cheap rainproof fabric and dragging it down, to let some (relatively) fresh air inside, letting your lungs enjoy it while it lasts. Your group of seven has already been obviously busy; you can hear some chatter and clacking of pots over the fire in the middle of the camp. Didn’t even wake you up? Odd. You’ll take it though. An extra hour of sleep is better than none.

You shuffle towards the opening in your tent, your hand snaking towards the half-empty backpack, laying on its side right in your reach. Empty-minded, you let your fingers pick at a bunch of zippers and clasps, while rubbing your eyes off the scarce leftover sleep. Your hand, much like a lithe spider finally gets inside the backpack to pull a sweatshirt out, until you hear a clear, almost deafening crunch of plastic in the morning quiet.

You can feel the blood in your veins turn to ice.

The hand snakes deeper inside, trying to get a feel of this plastic package that was definitely not there last night, before you went to sleep. Finally, you fish out multiple packs of ramen from your belongings and you sit there for a moment, in silence that only you can comprehend.

None of your group store their food in their personal backpacks. You included. Nobody went on any supply runs this week. And you definitely don’t remember ever having problems with sleepwalking. Your head finds its way into your hands. There “It” is again. You’re on the verge of hysteria. And even if your try to say something, it’s going to be the same song, all over again.

“You’re overthinking simple things.”

“Maybe you put it there before, but just…forgot about it?”

“What does it matter anyway? You’ve got more food to last you, would you stop being hung up over nothing?”

Same things, same voices, same thoughts. You were sick of it. Utterly and completely.

Finally!

You found it!  König could feel a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as you took out the gift he so carefully placed in the bag during the night. Sneaking around the other tents, careful with every step, suffocated with anticipation and worry. Now he had the perfect view of you from the shattered roof window of the storage house, which couldn’t have made the moment any better. Setting up this vantage point was his best decision yet…Apart from deciding to trail behind you, tagging along until your useless group members make the slightest mistake that will cost them their life. And then, König will be able to swoop in, finally help you openly, get you to join him (because why wouldn’t you? Your refusal was not even a possibility in his mind). The mere thought sent shivers of excitement down his body, sweet and languid. He couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of peeking out from behind the window once again, tilting his head ever so slightly, so his dark hood is not too visible over the vivid backdrop of the winter sky – off-grey and dull, much like a dirty slush that was this year’s snow, resting in a thick, melting blanket over the dark earth.

His eyes are zeroed in on you, squinting through the bright light penetrating even the dull clouds hanging over the earth and he could just feel the familiar, loving tremble in his chest when he sees you taking out his little surprise from your bag. It would seem that you’re lost for words – clutching your poor little head in your hands, mulling over who it might be from. Or maybe you’re already drowning in despair, deep in the realization that no one from your group can protect you properly, if someone was able to sneak into the camp in the middle of the night. Yes! Yes… König couldn’t have asked for a better reaction.

This…utter distress you were displaying, fanned the flames within him like no other person ever managed to, even before the world has ended. Frankly, anything you did would set off this insistent, lasting spark deep within his chest, burning König up from inside out, until it felt like he was smoldering if his eyes couldn’t catch a glimpse of you for too long. His insides would churn with an unknown, heavy feeling, it almost felt like he was drowning in a bog, being dragged down in the depths of his mind with little to no resistance. Only catching a glimpse of you helped to stop that feeling. So, keeping away just wasn’t an option. Never was. Never will be. And how could it ever be, if even in his restless dreams he searched for you, while every waking thought revolved around you. How determined he was to see his plan through, how desperate for the closer presence of your light in his life, finally being able to bask in it without your disgusting group getting in the way.

König never thought the accidental encounter at the motel he’s been holed up in would end up in him packing up everything he had to follow your useless group. You. You were the first living soul he’s seen up close since the world started falling apart so rapidly. It awakened something he completely forgot about in the months he hasn’t seen any people. The newfound hope.

Your carefree smile near the bonfire first confused him. How can you be happy and laugh the way you did when nothing around you was in its original state – shattered, broken, locked, rotten, spoiled or otherwise; when he the danger was around the corner, lurking just out of reach, ready to pounce and consume the measly, weak remains of humanity any time. Nothing to smile about for him. Despite his initial, less than generous assumption about your mental abilities and level of intelligence, you proved more cautious and careful than any people from your group. Stupid jackasses, satisfied with the surface-level search. How pathetic.

It would be such a pleasure to finally get rid of them. Give them all that they deserved. Every blow, every bite and every scratch. But not from him, sadly. He has to be even more careful, so you don’t have any basis to even assume König had anything to do with their deaths. He’ll…nudge them in the direction of death, but he will not be the deliverer of justice. As much as he wished he could.

Not you, though. Oh, never you. That day, as König peeked from the darkness of the motel room around him, through tiny slits in the dusty curtains that obscured everything behind the wooden boards he hammered in himself, you seemed like you started figuring something out, looking over the spots of the motel he most often frequented. Almost like you could feel or see his presence there, only hours ago.

Carefully, but nonchalantly walking around vending machines, the good spot overlooking the front gate and the parking lot with König’s chair on the second-floor balcony, his sleeping spot on warm nights, in a bed of a pickup truck, and finally, attempting to open the room where the man would sort through the supplies he had. When he was completely shrouded in darkness of said supply room, it felt like you could see right through it, like you caught sight of him through the dirty glass window. Your narrowed eyes, suspicion-ridden expression, laced with fear at the same time that he glimpsed at before tearing himself away from the handmade peephole in a manner too reluctant and terrified for him.

There and then, leaned on a wall with his breath short and face burning up under the hood that obscured his face, König realized. You shared a connection, deeper than any. You must be. How easily you picked apart each of the places that belonged to him, like you felt with your whole being the dark, smudged stains of his presence left behind, how observant you were, it couldn’t have been a simple lucky guess, he was sure of it. You were meant for each other. Yes, yes, that’s it! The world fell apart, but it was always supposed to happen, you would find each other no matter what. The thought, for the first time in many, so many months filled to the brim with blood, gore, loneliness and hunger filled him with comfort.

That was what drew him in, there was nothing easy or outright understandable about you to König. He didn’t mind, though. You were meant for each other, that was all that mattered. He would bathe the world in blood if it meant you’ll be there to find way into his arms. He’ll protect you, just like the comfort from the smallest glimpse of your charming self protected him from the darkness that caged him in for so long. Only König can protect you. You just didn’t know it yet.

Of course, he realizes that his attempts might be too…forward for you, but it was for the best. He was doing it for you only, for your wellbeing, and no one else’s. Of course, he could be much more discreet, yet instead König chose to be meticulous with how he approached leaving behind signs of his presence. It was charming and so, so endearing, how quickly you picked up on the smallest traces left by him, how your brows would knit together in careful consideration, piecing together every clue given to you by König’s generous hand. Like a conversation between only the two of you. König had to let you know that your savior, your protector is coming. He wasn’t worried about you pointing out things left by him to your group; figures that they would choose to ignore it – it wasn’t meant for them.

König cherished every expression, every tiny reaction you gave to the smallest traces of his presence, keeping them hidden, locked away in his mind, recalling every and each one while lulling himself to a sleep that was sure to bring more dreams of you. The man savored them like there was nothing better than seeing your eyes widen in horror, hand clasping over your mouth to contain a loud scream of terror, as you stumble across a large, neatly stacked pile of festering, unmoving walkers that just a day ago creeped upon the camp, with no one from your group noticing, as expected. Of course, König could easily dispose of the whole pile elsewhere, burn them, bury them, or dismember them until there was nothing but rotten mincemeat left on the ground, but he wanted to send another message, by leaving the bodies for his beloved to find. Just so you’ll know, he’ll do anything to keep you safe. Anything to keep you all to himself.

Or when the shuffling within you tent momentarily stop after he would intentionally snap a twig with his full weight while doing a round through your camp, intent on putting another food item in your bag. Clearly you took notice of someone lurking through the camp, but didn’t dare to check what was the noise you heard. How cute. König needed you to know that you won’t go hungry with him either – he’ll give away the last he has for you to last longer. The world will have a little more light with you in it, rather than with him.

König also knew you could see his shadow from the corner of your eye at times. Those days, he was intentionally being sloppy, allowing himself more and more of the simple, invigorating pleasures of taking in your beauty just a few more seconds before ducking behind the thick trunks, scattered bushes or a corner. His blood would come to a boil almost instantly, the hood that usually allowed for normal breathing would soon become suffocating for him, and his hands would start to tremble until his teeth would find a way to bite into his flesh, flashes of pain searing the incredibly joy the image of you gave him.

It was hard to wait. So hard to not act on his deep-seated, loving urges and finally take you all for himself, like it should be. Like it was meant to be. Every day without you in his arms felt more and more like torture, hours ticking away with him wasting himself out of your embrace he craved so restlessly. Anything seemed to remind him of you, pulling along the slow realization that you were not there to ease his heavy mind out of the instability that threatened to spill over in destructive, bloody violence. It was worse than bad. König needed you. So wholly and desperately he couldn’t exist or function in the way he was used to.

Soon. He’ll set everything in motion very soon. König already started carrying over all his stuff and equipment from the roof to a camp he put together carefully, a safe distance away from this storage house. You’ll need a safe place to stumble into, after all. And, from that safe place, right into his arms.

You won’t have a choice. Because you were meant for each other. You just didn’t know it yet.

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[quarterlifekitty]

why they started that sugar daddy life lol

Like the rest of them, Gaz's career doesn't budget for consistent availability. He'd feel bad if he was always keeping a girl at home waiting for him to come back. Solution? Pay a girl. It's like having a girlfriend on retainer.

We've discussed this. Soap's too fucking weird to pick up women who don't have some sort of monetary incentive. He has too many weird preferences about what you're gonna smell like when you meet up with him. Normal girlfriends don't like that.

Ghost fucking hates dating. he doesn't wanna have to sit through an interview just to get pussy on a consistent basis. And he's also pretty possessive so he realizes that falling in love with a regular prostitute would probably end badly. He also doesn't want a girlfriend that can get mad at him for being emotionally closed off.

Price is too damned controlling. Wants to know where you are all the time, wants you to answer right away when he calls you, wants to know who you're talking to in your spare time. And money can buy any privilege, including a right to your privacy.

König is terrified of rejection, and of a breakup. Paying you is like his insurance against that. And he can't be broken up with if it isn't a real relationship, right?

Nikolai just wants the dependency from the get-go. He wants to be your world, and for you to need him. What better way to do that than funding your lifestyle?

Rudy is too particular about style. He's even met a good amount of prospective sugar babies that wouldn't yield on this area. Nail and lip color has to be red. Wants you in pumps when he takes you out to dinner. Wants matching lingerie sets, garters, and stockings.

[amaryllis-3]

Pairing: Stalker! König × Fem Reader

WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, dark content, stalking, dubcon, noncon (both are hinted, non vividly described)

No matter how much you might have wanted to believe otherwise, you weren't alone. You were aware of that.

The windows were shuttered, heavy curtains drawn to shroud the glass, and yet you could still feel his eyes staring at you, following your every movement without missing a single one.

It almost made you suspect he was stuck inside with you.

As if fate was trying to mock you, a dull noise echoed behind you. Loud enough to be heard in the complete silence of your flat, loud enough to inform you of his presence.

Ah, he considered you so incapable of escaping him that he didn't really worry about blowing his cover. After all the weeks he'd spent observing you, he knew deep down that you wouldn't stand a chance anyway. Not against someone like him.

Your body petrified in its position, heart racing and lump trapped in your throat. Your face hardly turned, just the right amount to spot the man standing near the door that separated the kitchen from the living room.

There was no doubt whatsoever regarding his identity, even though that was the first time he'd let himself be completely seen. You'd glimpsed his shadow on different occasions, nothing he hadn't chosen to show you, however.

He was enormous, more imposing than anyone you'd ever met. His squared shoulders virtually succeeded in blocking any trail of light coming from the adjacent room, and that veil... That black veil which masked every possible detail of his features, except for the piercing blue irises, sent your anxiety sky-high.

He was on you before you could think of doing anything. Absurd how someone so big could move so fast. His arm closed around your waist, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing and making your back crash into his broad chest. Despite the material in between, you could sense his hot breath branding your neck, his lips parting to whisper in your ear: "I caught you, Mäuschen."

Your eyes began to sting, salty tears soon to be shed as his other hand travelled down, resting on your belly. His gloved fingers barely shifted the fabric of your top to caress your heated skin.

"You did so well... ignoring all the signs." His voice wasn't what you'd expect from a mountain of a man such as him: it wasn't deep, rough, or gruff, but it came out somewhat high-pitched, in an accented, sickeningly sweet flow that managed to give you goosebumps. "That's why you can't be left alone. Anyone could sneak in here, and you wouldn't even notice."

The "just like me" wasn't uttered. It wasn't really necessary, not with the way the implication had settled in the air around you. He'd already done it. He'd violated the security of your home who knows how many times prior to that. He'd invaded your privacy, and you'd made no effort to stop him, nothing sufficient at least.

On top of all the paranoia and fear he'd planted in you, he also had the audacity to toy with you. Playing with his prey before snatching it, not unlike a cat with mice. Had you perhaps become that? A mouse about to be devoured?

"Don't be afraid." If his aim was to reassure you, he was doing a terrible job. His hand descended lower until it cupped your mound, thick fingertips tentatively rubbing the area where your clothed clit should have been. A choked sob escaped your mouth when you felt the outline of his cock pressing against your ass, the reality of what was to happen shortly thereafter starting to grow painfully clear.

"I'll take care of you from now on."

➮ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[lichenes]

I would looove a part two to the flowershop owner x könig story! It's amazing, I got so immersed into the story :)

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You haven’t seen the obscenely tall man in quite a while, you assumed the bouquet you sold him worked a little too well on the neighbour and he moved on from your dainty flower shop and well… from you. To your surprise - as if he felt you beckoning him in your mind - he appeared later that day. You were just attending a customer when he came through the glass door. “Thank you!” You called absentmindedly out after the person leaving the store. To be frank you were focused on something entirely different. 

König wasn’t sure what to say except for a polite greeting. Looking around the shop he found himself questioning his true intentions. Surely a person this quaint wasn’t interested in men of his nature. He felt your gaze on him. You were following his quick and precise movements with your eyes soaking up as much of him as you could. 

“Beautiful.” He said when he turned his head towards you. You felt your face heat up as he scrambled to finish his sentence. “The flowers! I mean the flowers. How- how do you keep them so uh… nice?” You chuckled slightly at his awkward comment and proceeded to explain everything from waking up at ungodly hours to get them fresh up until the tiring must of watering all of them. He kept nodding and put a hand on his covered chin. 

He asked some follow up questions after that, not realising he was leaning towards you. You didn’t mind one bit but when he was almost bent over with his elbows on the counter he snapped out of it with a quick apology and his hand landing on the back of his head with an anxious demeanour. “Sorry for the barrage I-” He tried to explain himself. “Hey no need to apologise big guy, you’re alright!! I’m glad you find this interesting.” 

And then an idea came to your mind. “Hey would you… um-” It was your turn to become overzealous. He nodded his head in a silent coax. “You’re retired right?” He confirmed with another nod. He wasn’t the diplomatic kind but you brought out the most anxious and self-aware parts of him. “Would you like to help out with the shop? I mean you don’t have to but I’d love some help and you seem like a strong guy and-” You were losing yourself in the question but he interrupted you quickly with a stern affirmation. “O-oh! That’s great!” 

“Just one more thing.” He tilted his head in slight confusion, curious at what you would say next. “What’s your name?” 

He- well, Alexander, was used to waking up in the early hours of the day, due to his long military service, so he was more than happy to help you pick out the flowers for the day. He offered to pick you up and it just became a routine for both of you to meet up at your apartment and drive to the flower market. 

“Mornin’.” You said half asleep getting into his car. “Good morning.” Alex said, looking you up and down. You noticed, god how you always noticed. “Like what you see?” You said only half-jokingly. His throat suddenly went dry when he fully took in what you were wearing. Even in sweatpants and an overly large coat you looked stunning. 

Suddenly an urge overwhelmed him. “I need to tell you something, mein schätz.”

The next few minutes were filled with words, words that couldn’t stay unspoken and fervent kisses, backed up by weeks of pining. 

And that day, your flower shop stayed closed. 

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[amagialp]

Beneath the mask (könig x reader short fic)

!!!MINORS DNI, SLIGHT SMUT!!! my requests are open<3

"König’s massive presence looms over you, every inch of him exuding control, but it’s the way he holds back, so gentle yet teetering on the edge of primalness that sets your skin alight."

The room feels smaller with König in it, his towering frame swallowing the space as easily as he consumes your breathless attention. His mask remains on, shadowing those piercing blue eyes that flicker with an intensity that should terrify you, but only ignites something darker within.

"You like that, Liebling?" His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder threatening to break. His gloved fingers trace up your thigh, deliberate and teasing, until he hooks under your waistband and pulls, snapping the fabric apart like it’s nothing.

You gasp, the sound caught between fear and raw, molten want. He leans down, his chest heaving against yours, the cool fabric of his mask brushing over your neck as he whispers, "I’ve been so careful with you. But I don’t think you want that, do you?"

The words tumble through you, pooling heat low in your stomach. You shake your head, hands grasping at the hem of his combat shirt, desperate for something to hold onto.

"No?" His chuckle is dark, sinful, and he presses against you, letting you feel just how hard he is through the thick layers of his gear. "Then beg for it, schatz. Let me hear you."

And you do.

When he finally takes you, it’s overwhelming, his strength, his size, the barely-contained roughness in every thrust that has you clawing at his back, begging for more. He growls your name like a prayer, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force as he drives you closer to the edge.

Every snap of his hips, every filthy promise he mutters against your ear, feels like a firestorm you’re helpless to resist. And when he finally lets go, filling you with a guttural groan that vibrates through your body, you know you’re ruined.

Ruined, and desperate for more...

!!REMINDER!! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[machveil]

König whose hands are shaky as he tries to build his newest miniature figurine. glossy eyed and breathing heavily as you patiently sit on his weepy, flushed cock. he gets so frustrated by the tears clumping to his eyelashes, unable to see the little pieces, and how warm you feel that he gives up and starts bucking into you, “Es tut mir leid— bitte, I’ll finish it later, Mein Liebling. I can’t— I’m sorry—”, voice strained and whiny as he apologizes

[whocaresabouttactical]

Others can't understand the connection

Drew this long time ago, trying to depict the subtle atmosphere between you and Konig

happy qixi festival

Music

TEMPOREX - Around You