#Konig

[gremlingottoosilly]

Petite!Reader getting scared over a stomach bulge X Konig?

Konig whispers that it's okay, it's alright, Schatzi, this was bound to happen - you're so tiny and delicate, he can't help but make his cockbulge in your tummy, make sure to kiss your cervix every time he slams in. It's not enough that your captor is a fucking giant who easily forces you under him and kisses away all of your attempts at resisting - he has a giant cock to match and to slam inside of your pretty, delicate pussy. It took some threatening and convincing to even get you here - to actually made you strip and stop fighting him for a few minutes, so he could clumsily cover your neck and shoulders with kisses, pressing all over until you're moaning under him. He isn't the best in soft, gentle sex, but Konig knows he has to at least try and be softer - you're so much smaller than him, so fragile, it hurts him to even see the pain in your eyes as he slowly sinks in, the head of his cock already too much for you. He saw the bulge almost immediately, slowly traveling up until under your belly button, making you squirm and panic. You swear he is running you, slamming your insides and arranging them in some weird manner - and he has to kiss away your tears and gently play with your clit, so the pleasure can distract you from that delicious stretch. He wonders how much would it take for him to get his cock in your ass - and how much crying would it take from you to finally accept him as your partner and not just your captor. Maybe, if he makes you cum with his cock still making a pretty fat bulge in your tummy, you'd finally accept that he can make you feel good? He eases you down with praises, calling you such a good, resilient girl for putting up with his cock slamming your insides - not everyone could just fit him inside, but you're such a good girl for him, it's obvious that your pussy suppose to be made in shape of his cock. He just has to make sure you know that too, before Konig would have to take out a pair of shackles.

[machveil]

daily König sketch🎀✨he forgot to duck :(

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

König's the type of man to get swayed by discounts. Its no surprise when he comes back home from deployment at three in the morning, a working chocolate fountain on to your bedside table as he spins a marshmallow on it.

"Es ist really good Schatz, try it", he'll say when he feeds you a chocolate covered marshmallow. Taking one himself and cringing when he bites down on the wooden stick..

[scaredyspooks]

“Guten morgen, Schatz.” A sleepy König ducks into the kitchen, stretching his arms high above his head and just managing to avoid hitting the ceiling.

“Morning, love.” You greet him with a tired smile, holding out a cinnamon topped coffee for him, which he accepts with a grateful groan, though when he goes to take a sip he almost chokes, spluttering and placing the mug aside on the counter.

“What’s wrong?!” You panic, worried he might be sick.

His gaze falls on the collection of ingredients beside the kettle, and he rolls his eyes. The brown-orange powder that you’d topped his drink with was, in fact, cumin.

“Right, where are your glasses?!”

(My eyesight’s been getting worse and I’ve made this mistake more times than I’d like to admit, and I thought this would be funny)

[gremlinmodetweeker]

For the cat AU, how would the guys react if you brought a guy home? Like if it’s some repair guy but he’s not wearing a uniform so the guys think you brought him just to hang out

Horangi and König would most likely be a bit distressed. König would definitely be on guard, but Horangi would be on attack-mode. They'd be watching in horror as you let him in through the door.

Horangi would look over at König to get permission to attack, König would put a paw on his as a way to tell him to wait.

They'd both watch carefully as you let the man through the door. Horangi isn't able to stop himself from growling when the repairman goes to pet him, König snorts irritably when the guy scratches the nice spot between his ears. If nothing else, at least he's an animal lover??? Maybe they can work this out. Maybe? Do humans share like hybrids do?

Horangi and König are spiralling when the guy goes out. You're smiling and laughing when he comes back in and OH. HE HAS TOOLS.

Horangi and König immediately relax when he goes over to the washing machine/thermostat/sink and gets to work. The man's happily chatting away as he works, occasionally asking for a glass of water or about when/why/how this happened. This man is no threat. He's just... A man?

Horangi is a bit offended that he's wrong about who this man was. He's supposed to have a good judge of character! He has no idea why he got so upset in the first place.

König is just relieved. As the cuddly cat, he's willing to walk over and relax by the man's side. If anything, maybe he can learn how to fix this problem himself. No need for a handyman if your boyfriend can handle it, right? That's what König keeps thinking to himself, at least.

In the end, König and Horangi are feeling a bit stupid by the end of it, but they're relieved nobody's trying to take their spot. If anything, they can relax when he leaves. Horangi tries to rub his head all over you to get rid of the workman's scent. König just lays on your lap, as per usual.

Later, when you've gone to bed, König and Horangi stay up late watching youtube videos to figure out how to fix the problem themselves. They both make a silent vow to be the best handymen you'll ever get in town.

[connorsui]

Imagine thinking you finally escaped the man who has been chasing you across the neighborhood for the past hour...locking your doors ..your windows..checking your closets and your bed ..and then finally getting a knife from your kitchen counter to then suddenly hear a knock at the door? ..

..peeping through the hole you see him politely staring back at you? 🧍🏻‍♀️✨️

Hiiiii sweettieee I know we haven't talked about this yet but please let me innnn I can explain everythinggg🥺🩷

knock-knock

[skiplo-wave]

Overtime at the office

[restlesscrustacean]

mmgmgghfmfgfh....,,,,,...,.,..,.

[unholy-kazoo]

Inspired from "Trapper, Keeper" fic by @tinypandacakes

Link to fic ⬇️

Inspired by this fic, it is very N/S/F/W with a lot of dark themes goin on.

[nau7ilus]

König who bows down to let you remove his hood when he comes home. It is a ritual of trust between you two that functions as a psychological demarcation line that allows him to think "I am safe. I am no longer in the field. I don't need to be König." His eyes turn from wild and bleary, to something less.. intense.

König who rubs his stubble against your cheek as a greeting so he can hear you squeal and pull away from the sandpaper-like grit. He chases your body with his hand so he could pull you against himself. He buries his nose to the crook of your neck as if reasserting your scent back into his memory. You are so so close to him now. He tries to fill all his senses on everything about you: a reminder that you are real, and that he continues to fulfill his promise of always coming back home to you.

Kilgore remains silent. This quiet moment could not be measured by the tick and tock of the nearby clock. Instead it is based on the thrums of his heart beating strongly against your own. He holds you close in a near-crushing bear hug that leaves you nearly breathless and on your tiptoes. He needs to feel your weight in his arms to maneuver himself out of that near-constant state of battle anxiety, hoping that the clacking of guns and loud explosions would slowly ebb away to the back of his mind where they belong. You let him, of course. Because you know that he needs this as much as you do.

When you both pull away, Kilgore's eyes feel more familiar now. Tired and sad, but content at the very least. He is just content enough to be back home where he knows that love and safety is no longer measured by the bodies that fall in its stead.

[lycheedr3ams]

thinking about face-sitting with konig (spoiler: he's the one on your face)

mdni

just thinking about konig wanting to sit on your face as he jerks off, your naked body perfectly in his view as he splays his hips on either side of your head, his balls gently plapping against your chin as he gently sits on your face. he wants to put his whole weight on you, but he knows that would crush you. he somehow restrains himself.

his hairy balls tickling and poking your soft cheeks and chin, smelling the musky scent of his manhood pressing against your face. the smell is almost making your head spin until you hear his voice cut through the grunts as he jerks off.

"lick."

you stick your tongue out, a slippery runway for his hairy globes, and he groans as he grips his cock harder. his body is slightly shaking from the intensity of which he's fapping, his fist flying in a frenzy. but you can't see anything, you can only hear and smell and touch. you lick his balls as best you can, your spit starting to trickle down your chin. involuntarily, he presses his hips into you more to feel more of your wet, silky tongue on his balls. he groans as he comes on your chest, his balls twitching against your cheeks.

konig gets off your face and spreads your legs with a devious smile.

"it's your turn now," he growls.

he is nothing but a gentleman, after all

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[machveil]

daily König sketch💧he’s got such sorrowful, pitiful eyes

[machveil]

butterfly kisses when he has the mask on

Biting on Königs mask only to feel him try to bite you back through the mask

[onefr3ddieo]

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears

So, @lexthegremlin1 requested that I do a story about cat hybrid! König and Horangi taking care of a reader when dealing with ADHD/ADD. Funnily enough, I struggle with ADHD and autism, so I might have written this with a bit of an autistic take, so please forgive me. I find the two tend to entwine themselves inside me so it's hard to see one from the other. However, I did my best and I really like this story.

I've struggled writing lately, so writing this story really helped me. I hope it helps you all when dealing with an ADHD/ADD episode yourselves.

TWs: Panic attacks, over stimulation, ableism, people not understanding ADHD

Wordcount: 1.4k

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Story Below the Cut

Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears

Your fingers buzzed with static currents. Your skin crawled with an army of invisible ants marching up and down your body in an endless march. You could hear the buzzing in the air. It was loud, so loud. Why was it loud? It wasn’t this loud before. It’s not supposed to be loud. It’s maddening but you can’t so much as orient your head to look around you. You’re locked in place like a cadaver to an examining table. You’re muscles ripple as currents flow from head to toe. You feel like you’re being born, you feel like you’re dying. It’s all throughout your body and you don’t know how to handle it.

You feel something under your touch. It’s a new feeling. This isn’t the metal of your pen. It’s not the plastic of your keyboard. It’s something… Soft. Soft? What’s soft in your apartment? You have your stuffed animals, but those are in your room. You’re in the living room now, right by your laptop. You can see in the far distance that you’re looking at the screen, but nothing is making sense. All the letters loop together and tangle into a sea of nettles. It’s not your stuffed animal, what’s soft in this room?

There’s throw pillows, but those are on the sofa. You’re sitting by your small table, the one you made into your desk. You have some stickers on the organizer trays, but they’re too bright to look at, too overwhelming. All those fun and familiar characters are too overwhelming now.

Soft… Soft… Soft… What’s soft?

You take a deep breath. You feel like your head is breaching above water for a moment. In the middle of the storm, your eyes flash with lightening clarity. You can see the sky bend and crack above you, can feel the currents of the sea desperately try to suck you back into the inky depths. You can feel it all as it whirls around you. You take another breath, and again the waves recede briefly to give you some semblance of relief. It’s brief, but it’s what you need. Another breath, the sea falls away, you feel yourself coming to solid ground.

The chair is solid beneath you. It’s a nice comfy chair that your friend found for you at a thrift store. It fits your room, it makes it look more organized.

Organized.

The sea wells up again, this time rising all the way back up to you neck and threatening to take you under.

Right, that’s why you’re like this. You’re unorganized.

Teachers always told you to be more careful with your school work. You keep losing your papers. I don’t have an endless supply here; you need to learn to take care of your things. Your parents got so mad at you. How do you not know where it is? I gave it to you five minutes ago! Your partners never understood. What do you mean you don’t remember? Over and over and over again, and now you’re hearing it from your boss. You lost the paper you needed. You lost it right before the deadline. You can’t meet the deadline without that report. How did you lose it? You thought you were better, you thought therapy and medications were working. Everyone told you that you were getting better, but now you’re stuck back at square one, staring down at your shoes as your teacher sighs and tells you to be more careful again.

You feel like you’re breaking down. It’s too much. Your chest heaves up and down, but you don’t know why. You try to breathe but the air catches in a ball in the back of your throat, thick and coagulated like old blood. It feels like fleshy masses are consuming your body, draining your life out of your sorry shell.

The softness pushes back into your hand again. Soft… Soft… Soft… What in your apartment is soft?

You feel something tugging at the front of your shirt. It’s familiar, but you can’t remember what’s meant to do that. It does that for a reason. It wants your attention.

You feel like you’re cracking apart chunks of granite when you move your neck, messily putting them back together when you finally look down at your lap.

What’s this meant to be? This isn’t a stuffed animal. It’s big and black, and it has such big wide eyes. Big big yellow eyes like twin harvest moons hanging in the night sky. Such big and beautiful eyes. Why do they look so sad?

They’re looking at you.

You know these eyes. These eyes are familiar. They look friendly, but so sad. You can’t bear them looking so sad. You need to make them happy. What makes them happy?

You move an arm made of lead to fall upon this black spot’s back. You slowly push your hand through the softness, then move back up to pet it again. The petting helps. It’s a simple, easy actions. Repetitive. It’s comforting. You can feel the warmth soaking into your lap. The eyes blink slowly. These are happy eyes, you think to yourself.

You can feel the waves receding. The water flushes away to leave you bare to the world. You can see the sky again, can see the clouds slowly whispering away into nothingness. They’re soft, much like the little storm cloud in your lap. But this isn’t a cloud you want to let go of, it’s a good cloud. This storm is a good storm. It’s a summer rain against the windowpanes at night. It’s a familiar pitter-patter on the rooftops. It’s a good storm, a happy storm.

It rolls with thunder, and it takes you a minute to find the name for this rumble. It’s called purring. Purring is a good thing. That’s something you know. You know purring is good. Purring is a very good thing. Hearing purring makes you feel a bit calmer. It’s easier to think now. The buzzing on your skin fades slightly. Your thoughts aren’t murky clouds, they’re starting to come into focus. The chatter is slowly dimming. It’s not so loud. It’s something you can tolerate. It’s not great, it’s still loud, but you can hear the chatter clearly now. It’s not talking about failure or loss or inevitable tragedies, it’s talking about this thing called ‘cats’.

Cats are good and wonderful things. Cats are innocent, good, pure. Cats don’t want to hurt you. Cats don’t get scared of you. Cats don’t think you’re a disappointment. Cats are good things that love and care for you, regardless of who you are. If you love them, they’ll love you back. They won’t hold your flaws above your heads. Cats take you as you are.

This little storm cloud, this cat, he is a nice and sweet animal. He’s waiting for you. Waiting for what? He’s waiting for you to calm down, one of the voices in the chatter says, louder than the rest. Normally, the voices in the chatter stress you out, but this one is a good voice. You like this voice. You want to listen to it more.

His name is König, it says, he loves you.

Does he love you?

He loves you very much.

Well that’s a wonderful thing, now isn’t it?

You smile and pet the cat more, this time scratching at his ears and his ruff. He rolls his head into the palm of your hand, eagerly lapping up all of your affections. This cat wants you, it needs you. This cat cares for you.

You feel another tug on your sleeve. You look down at your side and, would you know it, there’s another cat! You’re so surprised that you make a little squeak that has both the cats on edge. You relax, and they both calm down beside you.

Unfortunately for you, this striped cat is sitting on some of your papers.

Right, papers. You were doing some work. You needed those papers.

You scoot the cat away and take a look at the papers.

Your eyes widen as you realize what you’re holding.

The missing report, the voices clamber over each other, the missing report!

All the anxiety that had been lingering wafts away in a long sigh.

You have the report. You’re okay. You’re not going to be fired. Everything will be okay.

You take a final breath.

You’re going to be okay.

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