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you can ask for one shots, drabbles, headcanons of task force 141, Alejandro, Rodolfo, valeria, Horangi and koning in different situations and contexts, especially if they are shapeshifters or hybrids, don't hesitate to ask for a headcanon, one shot or drable, I'll be happy to do it! And they'll be all soft, comforting and light angsty themes! Life is already too cruel and hard to make them suffer here too :)

Sadly there will be no smut or nsfw, I'm really bad at writing that kind of content, sorry. But, there will be slight superficial mentions of that as a reward.

I love manda dynamics, so you can ask for those too!

Valeria Garza Headcanons

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Happy at Home

Pairing: husband!König x wife!Reader

Summary: "But you humored him, because you enjoyed the ritual of it. You enjoyed being tucked away with your husband, loving on him day in and day out until the two of you decided it was time to really go home, letting him have his peace—being his peace."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) p in v sex, shower sex, fingering, softdom!Köning, tiny bit of size kink (obviously), praise, dirty talk (a lot of it is in German), creampie, if I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Having some big feelings about husband!König and how in love with you he is and how needy he would be after coming home from deployment. Per usual, I don't speak German, so sorry in advance for any straight up nonsense my translations might be <3

The slow tick of the clock hand over the twelve marked another full day of waiting for König.

You sat idly in the living room, waiting impatiently for the mug of tea in front of you to cool. As the days wore on, you became more impatient about everything; unable to quell the excitement you felt at the promise of his return, the suspense of when the door might open with him there on the other side to greet you.

Fiddling with the string of the teabag, you turned your attention to the window, watching the sun dip behind the horizon

The setting was pretty, at least; the peaks and dips of the hillsides perfectly paralleled the waves of anticipation that rolled over you.

König always insisted on staying at the house in the hills when he came back from deployment. It was quiet, peaceful, and he preferred it to being immediately thrust back into the bustle of city life in Vienna after spending months at a time being used as a human battering ram.

He liked the tranquility that the rustic, rural parts of Germany offered; he liked isolating after deployment; he liked waking up in the morning and knowing that you would be the only person he would see all day.

You knew he loved it, but it was a pain to travel over the border, and the house was so far north, you felt you might as well be in Copenhagen.

Being in the house alone was no fun, either—the city, at least, was swathed in light and sound at all hours; here, though, the stillness offered little comfort late at night, and you worried about the old, rusted locks on the windows.

But you humored him, because you enjoyed the ritual of it. You enjoyed being tucked away with your husband, loving on him day in and day out until the two of you decided it was time to really go home, letting him have his peace—being his peace.

In the grand scheme of things, you didn't mind. If he was with you, you were already home, no matter the setting.

So you always got there before he did. You busied yourself with grocery shopping and ensured that the house held the necessities you would require over the days, or weeks, you ended up staying; you knew when he got here, you wouldn't have the time to do errands. You took in the sunshine and the landscape, trying to get through the days without focusing too much on counting down the hours that brought him closer to arriving.

You blew on your tea, still admiring the view from the window. You'd done all the shopping, you'd stared at the hills for long enough; now, all you really wanted was him.

When you heard the door click, it pulled you from your thoughts, and you felt a momentary rush of anxiety; it might be him, but it might be a crazed, chainsaw wielding farmer.

The door swung open, and you were giddy to see that it was the former.

"Meine Liebe—?" König called, dropping his bag unceremoniously by his feet as he trudged in.

His eyes fell to you, watching as you jumped from your seat and greeting you with open arms that swept you up. You reciprocated the action, scrambling to wrap yourself around him and hanging off of his body.

When you managed to pull him down enough, standing on your tiptoes and wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his; an eager, passionate welcome for the man you'd missed to desperately. He moaned softly against your mouth, and you swallowed the sound with pleasure.

"Ah...You have missed me?" He teased when you pulled back, petting your hair.

"Yeah," you muttered, not willing to tease him back; not willing to lie by saying that you couldn't care less that he had been gone. "So much."

"And I have missed you, Schatz," he squeezed you tighter. "But I am back."

You laughed quietly against him. He never seemed to grasp the satisfaction, the ease that swept through you when he returned. To him, it was just another day; to you, it was proof that he was still alive.

"You're still in your uniform." You pointed out the obvious as you tilted your head up at him, pressing your cheek into the scratchy fabric of his kit.

"People get out of my way when they see that I am uniformed."

"You're ten feet tall," you cooed, "They'd do that, anyway."

He shook his head, brows knit in vague confusion.

"Ten is too many."

You laughed, and he seemed content to be the source of your amusement.

He'd had the foresight to remove his hood before coming home, at least—he wanted a completely unobstructed view, to be able to see you without the occasional sway of fabric in his peripheral.

And being able to kiss you freely was a plus.

You lifted a hand to stroke his cheek, eager to take all of him in, to openly adore him.

"You're filthy." You pointed out, your admiration of his face forcing you to notice scratches and bruises, the grimy discoloration from mud and blood on his skin.

"Es gefällt dir, Liebling," he chuckled above you, "Or do you lie when I am making you—"

"Different kind of filthy." You pressed a hand to his chest, backing away and smirking up at him.

"Bitte,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back in. “You will come bathe with me."

You made a face, now more than willing to tease him.

"You're all bloody..." You trailed a finger over a shallow scratch on his cheek, "And I showered this morning."

"You will need another." He stared down at you, expression tender but eyes hungry, starved for you.

"You think so?” You quirked a brow, reciprocating his obvious need but still taunting him.

König said nothing as he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He grabbed at your legs, pressing kisses to your thigh and staining you with the dusty remains of the dirt still on his skin.

"Schmutziges Mädchen," he tsked, as if you had been lying, "You must let me clean you."

"Hey!" You pretended to fight his grip on you, wriggling in his arms.

"Sh," he laughed as he carried you to the bathroom, "You complain for no reason, Kleine."

"You would complain, too, if I picked you up and dragged you to the bathroom." You grumbled, giving in and slumping over his shoulder, smiling as you tugged on the back of his shirt.

"Ich würde nicht," he shook his head, finally setting you down on the edge of the bath and looming over you. "I do not see any reason to complain, if a beautiful woman treated me this way."

"I'll remember that." You rolled your eyes, and he grinned down at you.

You took the position as an opportunity to reach up, dragging your hand over his clothed thigh and letting your fingers brush just beneath the hem of his shirt.

"You have a question to ask me, Liebling?" He sighed, folding his arms as he admired you from above and waited to see if you would submit.

“…Take off your uniform.” You hooked your fingers beneath the waistband of his pants.

“That is not a question,” he smirked down at you, letting your hands roam over his form. “You have forgotten your manners? I was not gone so long…”

“Will you take off your uniform?” You smiled softly up at him, “Please?”

You could hear the quiet, satisfied grunt that rumbled from his chest as he bent forward to take your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before straightening up and stripping himself down.

He paused when he got to his belt buckle.

“You as well, Engel.”

You bit your bottom lip, made more eager by his impatience, thrilled to have gotten the okay from him. You stood, stripping off the thin layer of clothing you’d been wearing, tossing them into the pile he’d begun to make with his uniform.

You were barely out of your shorts when König grabbed you by the waist, hauling you off your feet and bringing your face to his.

“Schöne Frau,” he kissed you slowly before dipping his face down and nipping the exposed skin of your neck and chest. “More perfect every day.”

You wrapped your legs around him, supported by his hands and waist as he left love bites on your neck.

“I missed you,” you breathed, closing your eyes and succumbing to the warmth that bloomed in your abdomen, the heat of his palms and the drag of his lips. “I missed you so much.”

“Do not miss me anymore,” König murmured against your neck, “There is no need, Kleine. I am here now.”

You rested your hand on the nape of his neck, desperate to be close, to seal off any gaps between the two of you.

“Are you gonna hold me here like this all night?” You mused, tilting your head back further when he began to suck on your pulse point.

“What is so wrong with that?”

“You’re covered in blood.”

“It is not my own.” König didn’t miss a beat, still pressing kisses to you, grazing his teeth against the marks he made as he argued.

“Still,” you sighed, “You’re d—dirty.” You lost the proper words momentarily when his hand dipped between the crevice of your thighs from behind, fingers barely ghosting over your slit as he changed his grip on you. “Shower with me.”

Now he paused, leveling his gaze with yours again.

“You are asking for the shower now?” He smirked, and you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Yes.” You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.

“You said you had no need to bathe, Liebling,” he tilted his head forward, brushing your nose with his. “What has made you change your mind?”

He wanted so desperately to hear you say the words, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him that joy—especially not when you were itching to say them, to forfeit your previous teasing and cocky attitude and plead for him to do what you both wanted.

“Will you fuck me?” You pressed your cheek to his, purring into his ear. “Please, will you fuck me? Nice and warm in the shower?”

He let out a satisfied sound, and you could feel the vibrations travel through his body where you were pressed up against him.

“If you are insisting…” He feigned disinterest, though you could see right through it—and he knew that.

You laughed against the crook of his neck when he finally stepped over the edge of the bath, wobbling slightly in his arms when he reached to turn the water on.

“I will put you down now.” He said it with finality, easing you onto your own two feet and staring down at you.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy having you close, carrying you around like a doll, but he was eager to get a proper look at you; drink in your nude form as the water danced over your skin.

“Turn around,” you ordered, “Under the water.”

In the fashion of the obedient husband that he was, he turned, swapping places with you to ensure the faucet was spraying him directly.

“You take orders so well, Colonel.” You taunted, grabbing the soap and lathering it over him.

“Nur von Dir,” he closed his eyes briefly when you began washing him, but he quickly opened them, not wanting to miss a single moment; set on admiring you as much as he possibly could. “I am usually in charge, you know.”

“Are you?” You scrubbed grime from his face with only a bit of pushback from him. “They just give anybody authority, huh?”

“Seien Sie vorsichtig, Kleine.” König grabbed your wrist, halting your washing of his chest. “Or I will remind you of my rank.”

“Can’t pull rank on your wife.” You grinned up at him, knowing he was all bark and no bite when you had your hands on him like this.

“I will try,” he smirked, “Come to me.” He kept his grip on your wrist, pulling you against him and dropping his hands to your hips. You could feel him pressing his steadily hardening length to your stomach, and you swallowed the whine that threatened to escape you.

“At least let me wash off the dirt you smudged on me,” You pulled away from him coyly, turning your back to him. “Fair?”

He grunted briefly in protest but continued to let the water soothe him.

He watched you bathe yourself, a small part of him feeling greedy, desperate to have you return your hands to him so that he could bask in your warmth and your tenderness. In a moment of weakness, he almost allowed himself to feel jealous of the bar of soap in your hands, the object receiving the attention he so craved.

You went slowly, scrubbing lightly at the streaks of ashy brown that his hands had trailed over your legs and torso. It wasn’t meant to be teasing, but you certainly didn’t put any effort into going faster.

König huffed, impatient, and pulled you back to his chest, wrapping his arms around you so that you couldn’t move away again.

You let out a quiet sound from the back of your throat in warning; a completely empty threat.

“Do not walk away from me, Liebling,” his words were meant to be domineering, but his voice came out pleading. “Ich will meine Frau.”

His hands traveled lazily up your sides, and you could feel yourself giving in.

“Need to clean up,” you muttered half-heartedly, “Got me all gross.”

“You may clean,” he chuckled behind you, dropping his face to speak into your ear, “I simply wish to be near you, ja?”

He pulled you closer to him, forcing his erection up against your ass and making you shiver.

You loved this game. You loved that even after marriage, there was excitement; that you could play cat-and-mouse and rile yourselves up before giving into the very real, very intense urges you felt for each other.

Being here with him was unparalleled; you could live and die like this and be completely content.

His hands strayed over your stomach, one keeping you in place while the other dipped lower, running his fingers down to your clit before tracing your slit and teasing your entrance.

“That’s—” A quiet whimper escaped your lips when he pushed a finger to the first knuckle into your cunt.

“Sh,” you could hear the smile on his lips, “I will not get in the way.”

He gripped your hip, keeping you steady so that when he finally pushed his finger deeper into you, he had the leverage to thrust it in and out.

“Oh—” You let your eyes flutter shut, immediately forgetting about your prior insistence that you be able to wash yourself.

“It has been so long, Liebling,” König sighed, bending down to kiss your shoulder as he continued to move his finger in and out of you slowly. “I have been worried—what should I do if you forgot how I feel inside of you?”

“Could never forget.” You sighed, meaning it wholeheartedly—there was absolutely no way your body or your mind could erase the pure bliss of having him touch you; of having him stretch you to his liking over and over again.

“Gut,” he smirked against your shoulder, “I will not let you.”

He drew his hand back briefly to add another finger, pushing into your cunt with a quiet groan as he explored you for the first time in weeks. He could get off like this, if he really wanted to; bucking his hips against you as he worked your cunt open with his fingers, listening to the soft sounds you made over the drip of the water.

König felt breathless, leaving any remaining care behind, focused solely on you and the way you felt around him. He stared down at his hand, watching his fingers disappear into you only to reveal themselves again, covered in your arousal.

He reached up awkwardly, smacking lightly at your cheek to hold your attention before placing his hand back on your hip.

“Watch,” he ordered, though his voice was soft in your ear, “You will look at how I open you.”

You craned your neck, watching him thrust his fingers into your eager cunt, slick dripping down over the digits only to get semi-rinsed by the water that still fell from the shower head.  

“Do you see?” He mused, grinning at the way you admired yourself, “How beautiful you look on my hand? How you paint me?”

You whimpered, nodding. You kept your eyes glued to the spot where your bodies connected.

“Sprich mit mir, Kleine,” he nosed your neck, eager to hear your voice, to have all of you to himself, “Tell me how beautiful.”

“It’s—it’s pretty,” you whined, back arching to chase his fingers as they exited you, “I look so pretty with your fingers in my pussy.”

He groaned, nipping at your throat to express the gratitude that rushed through him upon hearing your words.

The hand he had perched on your hip traveled up to your chest; calloused fingers running over the peaks of your nipples until they stiffened, giving him the ability to pinch them and roll them between his fingers.

You leaned back against him, searching for stability as the coil in your stomach tightened almost uncomfortably. You waited for the final twitch of his fingers inside of you, and the gruff voice behind you to give you the permission you needed.

You could feel yourself squeeze the digits he had buried in you, walls pulsing around him tightly; he felt it too, groaning out deep huffs with every throb, trying to move his hand further between your legs in an attempt to stroke the delicate spot he knew so well.

You took a shuddered breath, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he just barely ghosted his fingers over your g-spot before pressing down more aggressively.

“Jetzt,” his voice came out soft and low, like he was holding his breath, “Bitte—jetzt, Liebling. Cum, and I will give you anything.”

You grabbed at his wrist, grip solid as you encouraged his movements.

“Just want—” you felt the initial trembles, the familiar constriction of your abdominal muscles as you succumbed to your high. “Fuck—I just want you.”

König moaned; dropping his face to your shoulder to stifle the sound, he moaned deep and wantonly at your admission.

It wasn’t as if he was shocked—of course a wife would desire her husband, crave his immediacy and his touch after so much time apart. But it was the way you said it, the adoration in your breath and the bodily responses he pulled from you.

He only ever wanted you, and to know for certain that the care was mutual, no matter how many times you confirmed it, was nothing short of orgasmic for him.

“Ja,” he sighed, arm snaking around your waist to hold you taut against him, “Gut. Gut, Kleine.”

He stroked lazily at your front wall, delighted by the harsh intake of breath it forced you to take and the way your body seized ever so slightly in his grasp as he prolonged the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Christ—” you finally tugged at his forearm—not irritated but realizing your need for even more. “You’re insatiable.”

“I have a pretty wife,” König chuckled, “It is only natural to want more.”

He removed his fingers from your cunt, bringing them to his mouth and groaning softly at the taste of you.

“More where that came from.” You murmured, turning your body to press your face into his chest, reaching up to stroke your fingers over the nape of his neck.

His cock pressed against your stomach, and you didn’t care to fight the way your thighs so obviously squeezed together, made only more desperate by the way the fingers of his free hand stroked idly over your flesh.

“Ich weiß, ja,” he released the fingers from his mouth, both hands moving to grip your waist. “And will you give it to me, Liebe?”

“Yeah,” you sighed into him, his wet skin absorbing the heat of your breath, “I’ll give you everything.”

You looked up at him, admiring the way the water of the shower flowed down his temples and converged to drip down his chin.

“You can take it from me,” you blinked away the stray droplets that threatened your eyes, determined to appreciate the view of him so close to you. “Just take it.”

He reached for your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek in a moment of tenderness.

“Ich werde.”

His tender grasp on your face dropped as he bent slightly, hungry hands slipping just below your ass to lift you up effortlessly. You laughed at his overzealous actions, the pleasant connection of comfort, trust and eager physicality not lost on you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, as you pulled yourself closer to him.

“I wanted to…” you collected yourself, sighing through the last of your giggles, “I was expecting you to let me go down on you, at least.”

König shook his head, brow furrowed.

“Why would I use your mouth when I can have your cunt?” He moved to press your back to the wall, trapping you between his body and the cool tile.

“Thought you loved my mouth.” You responded haughtily, looking up coyly through hooded eyes.

“Ja,” he pressed his forehead to yours, “But I like even more for you to use it to tell me how good I fuck you.”

You felt your cheeks burn, though the blush was due more to the way your heart pumped frantically in your chest rather than any embarrassment.

Your need for him was absolutely shameless.

König adjusted his grip, letting his hands hook beneath your thighs as he lifted you enough that your entrance was easily accessible to him where he had you against the wall.

“Hold on to me.” He commanded, focused on finally being able to thrust into you.

You didn’t need to be told twice, tightening your grip around him so that he could hold you comfortably in one hand and know that you were secure.

He reached between your bodies, tugging at his thick, leaking cock as he pressed his tip to your hole.

In a moment of clarity, his gaze drifted up to you, meeting your eyes with a look that read as pleading, and who were you to deny him his wishes? Doing so would only be denying you of your own, anyway.

You cupped his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss in lieu of a verbal confirmation that you were ready—but he knew, he always knew, and when he pushed his tongue between your lips so, too, did he push his cock into you.

You cried out. Already slick from his previous ministrations, he had little trouble thrusting into you. But his fingers paled in comparison to his cock, and to be stretched so intensely after such a long period of waiting made your fingers dig into his shoulders on their own accord.

But he liked the pain just as much as you did. Leaning forward to bury himself in you, he bottomed out with a grunt.

“You are—” he was at a loss for words, something that happened so consistently when he fucked you, but still something that made you swell with pride. “I have missed your cunt.”

“Use it, then,” you gasped when he bit a mark onto your breast, beginning to grind against him as best you could, “Show me—wanna feel it.”

König moaned, whiney and unrestrained, as he drew his hips back, pressing yours into the wall as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you roughly. You let out another cry for him, grasping at his biceps and tilting your head back.

“I will make you feel it, Kleine,” he grunted, repeating the action, “I will make sure.”

He settled on a less frenzied pace, bucking his hips into you while barely pulling back to ensure he stayed close. He craved your warmth; the heat of your body, the press of your chest to his, the vice-like grip you kept on his shoulders to make sure he stayed put, as if letting go meant he’d disappear.

The thought made him frustrated with himself—he never wanted to leave; he just had to. He had no choice but to submit to the whims of KorTac despite his unending want to do nothing but be near you.

But he would never abandon you as long as he lived, and he’d live as long as he could to ensure that you had anything and everything you wanted.

The rush of guilt eased into a shudder of pure devotion. He was here with you now; he had not a care in the world beyond watching you come undone over and over again.

“Ich liebe dich,” he leaned down to murmur the words into your jaw, letting his voice carry the short distance to your ear. “Ich liebe dich, meine Frau—meine Engel, meine Schatz.”

His head dropped to rest against your shoulder. You smiled at his words, tilting your face to press your cheek against his.

“I love you,” you whispered it, words meant only for him. “I love you. I’m so glad you’re home again.”

He whimpered softly, straightening up to capture your lips and lead you in a passionate kiss that only vaguely captured the increasing possessiveness of his thrusts.

It wasn’t out of an avidity to own you; he wanted you to see that you owned him, that he was yours, body and soul, and he’d do anything to provide comfort and pleasure and love for you.

You clawed at his back, rolling your hips in response to every one of his rough thrusts.

“I thought of you every day,” König’s head leaned back as he lost himself fully in the way your cunt felt around him, “You are on my mind always, Kleine—sheiße—I thought of you every moment. I think of you only.”

You mewled at his words and the depth of his strokes, working in tandem to push you quickly towards what would inevitably be a dizzying high.

“I thought about you all the time,” you whined through needy moans, “Always do, when you’re gone—needed you, needed you so badly.”

“You have me, Liebling,” he growled, “You will always have me.”

Again, his pace increased, and you were left clinging to him desperately, whimpering in his ear every time he nudged your cervix to the point of searing pleasure. One of his hands again snaked between your bodies, splaying over your stomach as his thumb stretched down to toy with your clit.

You bucked your hips, grinding against his cock as you eagerly accepted the friction he was providing you.

“Fuck—yeah,” you moaned, dropping your head to watch him play with you. “That’s—yeah, please, just like that.”

He laughed, smirking, as he pressed down harder on your clit.

“You are desperate, Kleine,” he accused you, lovingly, pointing out your frantic need. “Do you wish to finish so soon?”

He was teasing you now, and you could only whine out your reply.

“Said you’d give me anything…”

“Ja,” he mused, “And you, that I could take.”

He leaned into you again, practically flattening you between his body and the wall as he pushed his cock as deep as your body would allow.

“Will you let me take your pleasure, Liebe?” His lips ghosted over yours, “Bitte. Speak.”

“Ye—es,” you whimpered, “Yes. Please.”

He growled almost animalistically at your plea, slamming himself into you repeatedly as you remained at his mercy.

“I want it, Engel,” his voice carried an almost predatory tone, “I want for you to show me what I have missed so much—on my cock like this, you will give me what I want.”

You nodded dumbly at him, eyes closing slightly as your pupils rolled back at the way he matched the strokes of his thumb over your clit to the rhythm of his unforgiving thrusts. Your walls fluttered helplessly around him, right on the edge of the high you so craved.

When König nuzzled into your neck, juxtaposing the relentlessness of how he fucked you with such a tender display, your back arched, and all bets were off.

“Bitte, Liebling,” his voice was whinier now, tinged only slightly with a dominant edge but almost fully drowned out by desire. “Bitte, bitte—I need it, I need to feel you.”

He pressed down harshly against your clit, angling his body to ensure that his cock nudged the delicate spot at your front wall, and your body responded with shivering enthusiasm.

With a gasp, you could feel yourself cumming for him; tightness met with immediate fluidity, your muscles spasmed comfortably as you clung onto him through your high.

“Verdammt, ja—ja,” König grunted, hips stuttering in response to the way your cunt hugged him, pulling him back into you with every increasingly sloppy movement of his hips. “Gut, Liebe—fühlt sich gut an…”

“Your—you...” you gasped out, letting your words float onto his skin as you leaned into his chest. “Please…want it.”

You didn't have to specify; you both knew what it was you wanted.

“You want it?” König groaned a laugh, “You may have it, Liebling—I will—Gott, perfektes Mädchen—I will give it to you.”

He hugged you to his body, bringing you off the wall enough to slam you down onto his cock as he hurtled towards his own orgasm, rambling in two languages at once about nothing in particular except for how amazing you were; how much he adored you.

“I—I will give it to you, Kleine,” his tone was practically pleading, for no real reason other than to show you the urgency he felt to give you what you wanted and to have you take it from him. “T—take it from me as you would like—bitte, take it all.”

He moaned loudly for you as he came, spend coating your walls; the warmth made you shiver. When he pressed you back against the wall to rest, your shivering was only heightened by the chill that passed through you upon making contact with the tile again.

You took labored breaths, still tilting yourself forward to find comfort nuzzled against him.

After a moment of stillness, his cock still twitching inside of you amidst an atmosphere of pure, endearing intimacy, König spoke up.

“Do you believe we are clean now, Schatz?” He reached for your face, coaxing you to look at him.

He greeted you with a smirk that you returned, blissed out and content.

“Clean enough,” you laughed, “Though I think there’s a spot between my legs that might need a second swipe over with a washcloth.”

“No,” he tsked, purposefully adjusting himself to nestle his softening cock deeper inside of you. “You should not have to clean that yourself.”

You smiled, mewling softly when he readjusted your body in his arms. You pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck before letting your head settle properly on his shoulder.

“Getting all pruney,” you mumbled, “Should probably get out.”

“I will have to put you down, Kleine.” His smirk only widened as he spoke.

“But then you can pick me back up.” You pointed out.

He pretended to think for a moment before finally easing himself out of you with a hiss; you inhaled sharply, as if to protest the loss, but you didn't offer any verbal complaint. He helped you to your feet, an arm wrapped around you for support as you found your footing.

You stepped out of the shower once you stopped wobbling, leaving König to turn the water off. The slick between your thighs now more than obvious as you toweled off the beads of water still stuck to your skin. You had hardly begun investigating the stickiness between your legs, attempting to clean yourself up, when you felt his large hands on your waist again.

“Was machst du?” He had emerged, not stopping to dry off before he grabbed you, picking you up bridal style and looking down at you with wide eyes.

You wrapped your arms around him, unbothered by the notion that his hold on you would make the point of having toweled yourself off in the first place completely moot.

“Messy.” You made a face, legs fidgeting in emphasis of your point.

“I said you should not clean it yourself,” he scoffed, “My wife should not bother with such things.”

He began walking you to the bedroom, trying to shield you from the doorframes he passed through, though his large form ensured he did so rather clumsily.

“You gonna do it for me, then?” You quirked a brow, stifling a laugh when he bumped his elbow on the wall.

“Ja,” he spoke earnestly, “But I will not do it now.”

“No?” You smiled, “Why not?”

“Because it does not make sense to wash what I will only make a mess of again, Kleine.”

Before you could think of a snarky response, he dropped you gently onto the bed, clambering to join you; to give you more until you were properly sated, and then to do it all again.

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[kishibe-kisser]

Hiya!!

My req is for ghost and köning!

“Teasing them in public ( or where ever your imagination thinks it would be fun👀)

Thank youuu💕

Oh yeah, let's do it.

Teasing them in public (Ghost, König/nsfw)

Tags: ghost x gn! reader, könig x gn!reader, hair pulling, cursing, flashing, teasing, touches

Ghost: His eyes are sharp, looking at you with an expression that would turn anyone else cold. You knew what it meant though, it meant that you were in absolute trouble the second you were alone. That made doing all of this so much more fun.

You sat at the bar for a moment, trying to get the bartender's attention as you glanced back at the group. It was rare they got to go out for drinks like this, so it was fun to see Price and Johnny. It was more fun however to drive Simon absolutely insane. You locked eyes with him at the bar, your hand moving up your practically bare thigh to drag the fabric of your skirt up further and showing him the edge of your panties.

He shot you that look, warning expressions having gone out the window. His hand gripping his beer bottle a little tighter at your show. You could play your games all you wanted, that was fine as long as none of the other guys noticed. If Simon was one thing, it was possessive. You made your way back to the table, tray of drinks in your hand for the table and sat back down next to him.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself?" You asked softly, teasing tone making him want to clear the table to put you in your place. "I'm enjoying myself plenty." He answered, loud enough for others to hear before moving to grab your hair harshly. No one else at the table noticed, making you smile because you were finally getting a response from him.

"Tease me all you want now doll, just wait till we're home."

König: He was like a mad man for you, he couldn't even understand it himself. The slightest touches of your skin against his could get him going and make him lose composure. Innocent touches as well, like walking past him and letting your hand linger on the back of his neck. He was like a feral animal for you and when you we're alone at the house, he could be. Not like in public now.

Your hand lingered on his thigh, a little higher than normal as you stood next to him and admired some clothes in the shop window. It was on purpose and he knew that, the fact that small things like this had been happening the whole day were the dead give away. Not to mention the mischevious twinkle in your eyes as you noticed him shift his pants.

"How does this look?" You asked, stepping out of your dressing room in a more scandalous than normal outfit. König bit his tongue, resisting the urge to rip it off of you. "Beautiful, schatz." He told you, smiling as you sauntered over to him and bent over, giving him a sweet kiss. Your hands lingered and moved from his shoulders to his chest before moving back to the dressing room.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, standing up to his whole height and following you into the dressing room with a laugh. You let out a squeal, feeling his large hands on your waist pushing you into the stall and shutting the curtain.

"Your teasing has been driving me insane, how am I supposed to continue the day with you if my cock is so hard it'll rip through my pants?"

A/N: i hope you all had a happy holidays and have fun plans for the new years!

[youstolemyusername1andthat]

Yay ya'll get to choose today!!!

The one with most votes is the one I will do its that easy so just press a button

[nat-the-sleepyeth]

I love your könig fics! Could I request one where könig takes a shower with reader and helps her take her clothes off cause she's just exhausted? Maybe after she asks if they can go to her room and end up cuddling and falling asleep in her bed?

awh thank you for the love! and sorry for being late, here it is~

In my arms

pairing: könig x fem! reader

genre: fluff

It was a long day at work. All the moving and talking leave you damp with sweats in the time you get home. You are standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of your shared apartment, head empty. You just can't bring yourself to move, it's not that you are physically tired, but you just don't want to move. You heard a faint calling from outside the bathroom.

"Schatz, you need anything- love?" König walked to the door, his low, raspy voice didn't make you move an inch. You continue staring into the reflection while letting out a small hum.

"Mhm, I can't move."

"What do you me- are you alright?" His arms were around you in a blink of an eye, holding you from behind. "schatz," König whispers worriedly, his eyes looking at you through the reflection.

"I'm so tired, König." You turn around and rest your head on his chest, sighing heavily

"I know, but you might feel better after a good shower." His hand rubs your back, soothing you. You aren't usually like this, mostly you were the one comforting him, his work lays more weight on his shoulder, more important. Sometimes you can't help but feel petty, he has to do all that for a living and yet you still moan and whine like this. It's not his fault, you know that. That's why you try to act strong for him, so that when he breaks -which, more likely to happen than you- you can be there for him.

Still, König cares so much about you and wants to show it regularly, he always asks if you need something, like coffee in the morning, or when he goes to the fridge to grab some snacks. He tries to make up for the time he's away, every tiny little detail in his voice, his touch, you can feel them.

“May I- may I help you with your clothes?”

“Oh, you can undress me any time, love.” You said teasingly. Köning’s face turned red after hearing that, his gaze averted to the side. The sight of him being adorably awkward and his shy little chuckles always made you smile. After being together for quite a while he's still like the first time you both met, a big soft ball with glittering eyes and shy demeanor.

König’s hands tug on your shirt, pulling it up. He helped you with your skirt, his rough hands roaming over your body, on your waist, your back, your neck. He places a soft kiss on your left shoulder and nuzzles his nose behind your ear.

Cold shower wash over you both, soothing your exhausted body. You helped him clean up like he does you. Normally, sharing a shower like this would end up getting dirtier, but you are tired, and he respects that. Silence filled the bathroom until the time you are done, no words spoken, only touches, looks, and smiles. König helps you get dressed. Now you both walked out to the bedroom, you dropped yourself down on the soft mattress of the bed, hugging your pillow.

“You're right, that feels better.”

“You should rest now, I'll go.”

“No,” You whined. König chuckles at that. He's always the one who wants to finish the cleaning and tidying stuff since he's not usually home. This man wants to do what he can to lighten the weight on you. You appreciate that of course, but sometimes you just want to spend time with him, to love him as much as he loves you. “Lie down with me,” you beg, “please.”

“I have to clean, and I have to prepare dinner for us-”

“Screw those, man,” You sit up, looking up at him with your eyes begging him to join you. “I just want you.”

König hesitates for a bit, but finally gives in to your request. He gestures to you to scoot over, letting him lie down with you. His arm around your waist, another caressing your hair, he moves closer, smelling the fresh scent of shampoo on your hair, lips pressing soft kisses on it. You rest your hand on his neck, rubbing it slowly, feeling his presence you've always longed for. The warmth of his body feels so comforting, so special. The touches are so very gentle, despite coming from his rough hands.

“Liebling,”

“Hm?”

“How do I resist you when you are like this?”

“Like what?” You rest your chin on his chest, looking at him with mischief in your eyes.

“This, asking me to do things with those eyes of yours.” His hand rests on the side of your cheeks. You tilt your head to meet his touch, then move up to press a small peck on his lips.

“Why would I tell you, silly?” You rest your head on his chest. “I wouldn't want it to fail the next time I want a cuddle, would I?”

That earned a soft hum from the man. You close your eyes, letting yourself drift off in his embrace. With his hand rubbing your back, his chest rising and falling in a slow pace, his lovely little heartbeat sings to your ear.

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[darklordofthesimp]

Are there gonna be more parts to the “Anything” köning x reader Series? I love it sm, your writing is amazing 💗

Of course!!! I have a lil bit of writers block with it at the moment but it's definitely due soon