#big man monster!könig and his average joe bed

[machveil]

hey, i noticed you normally do straight pairing but i had a thought that might be fun m!reader is a curious soldier working with monster!konig to the point where he wants to see how his tentacles feel on him. starts innocently with his hands and arms but it gets more intimate; tentacle on his chest, thighs...

I didn’t forget this was in my draft folder, I didn’t forget this was—

CW: m!reader, groping, suggestive

years as colleagues and being close friends with Monster!König left you wondering about his more eldritch body parts. it wasn’t a secret that the man had monstrous limbs, strong and agile while on the battlefield - considered to be weapons, an extension of his body used for destruction

oh, but you’re a curious guy, it’s in your nature. thoughts running through your head when you see his tentacles reach out from under his hood - ‘what do they feel like?’, ‘how strong are they really?’, ‘would they feel cool or hot against my skin’. would König be weirded out by your innermost thoughts regarding him? you couldn’t say

it took a lot to build up the nerve to ask him. you were practically sweating bullets when he stood in front of you, icy gaze cast down as you asked if you could feel his appendages. you cringed a little when he chuckled - were you going too far? but when he replied it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, “Ja, the barracks. You know where my room is.”. that was all he said before he walked off, leaving you awe struck that… yeah, you’d get to feel his tentacles

he didn’t say when, just that he’d be in his room. you figured you’d wait til dark, give yourself a little more privacy under the veil of night. you paced outside his door for a good minute, are you sure you want this? obviously, yes, you’d been imagining his tentacles on you since you met him

when you finally stopped pacing, glancing up at his door, all it took was a deep breath before you knocked. a simple ‘come in’ as an answer, you swallowed as you opened his door. there, on his bed - looking almost comically large - sat König, hooded and staring at you, “I was starting to think you’d be too scared to come, Kleiner Soldat.”

when he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over, you could hardly breathe. closing the door behind you, just as you were about to walk towards him, he tuts, “Ah— lock the door, schatz.”, accent thick as he spoke lowly. lock the door? for privacy, that’s what you told yourself as you flicked the lock, breathing out when you hear the little click

when you finally walk over to him, nervous as he takes your hand, he looks at you, “Was? Waiting for an invitation? Sit.”, he chuckles, though his command sounds a little rougher. he’s sturdy, comfortable as you awkwardly sit down on his thigh. there’s a moment of silence where he simply looks at you, perched on his leg

“Sorry if this is weird— I’ve just always wanted to know what… those felt like.”, you say, voice strained as you break the silence. there’s a brief moment before König rests his hands on your hips - moving you to straddle his thigh rather than siting side-saddle, “It’s okay, I understand. I know how you get, liebe.”

it’s true, ignoring your curiosity aimed at his tentacles, you always seemed to be interested in one thing or another. König was fond of it, always listening to your little facts and ramblings. back to his chest, he hums, “Hold your hands out, don’t look back.”

that caught your attention, and you did as you were told. hands up in front of you, your eyes widen as familiar fabric is placed in your grasp. his sniper hood. the shock of it almost gets you, already turning your head to ask what he’s doing - but he stops you, his hand coming up to gently grip your chin, turning you to face forward again, “Already ignoring my commands? That’s alright, I’ll let that slide,”, he huffs, leaning a little closer to you, “It won’t happen again, right?”

you can barely manage an ‘okay’ when you feel something touch your bicep. smooth, slick, little suckers lining the underside. oh god, firm muscle coiling around your upper arm. that same sensation at the nape of your neck, dipping just below your shirts collar, “This is what you wanted, liebe?”, voice a little condescending as he speaks

his hands move from your hips to the tops of your thighs, grip firm. in the same place his hands had been, you feel more limbs reach out for you, snug against your waist - ever so slightly constricting. he’s practically pawing at your thighs when your breath hitches, a tentacle drifting down towards your stomach, resting where your shirt stops and pants start. and when it pokes down, just barely grazing your skin, König’s hands shift towards your inner thighs

“Tell me, Mein kurioses Spielzeug, where should I touch you? Hm?”