#konig comfort

[dmitriene]

cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[xyras-maze]

Autumn fluff with König

He LOOVES hot chocolate. I mean come on, you can't tell me this guy doesn't have a sweet tooth.

I feel like König never celebrated Halloween. Since he was bullied he wouldn't want to go outside and ask people for candy, especially since he'd have to do it alone.

Secretly wants to go trick or treating but he thinks he's too old for it.

Would gladly go with you if you wanted to tho (he'd be so scared to actually knock on doors but he wouldn't show it).

He'd decorate his house. He'd carve pumpkins, maybe put a skeleton on the porch. Since he never got to celebrate, he wants to make sure other kids can enjoy the holiday.

He likes to watch movies with you while cuddling and eating snacks.

You need to go use the bathroom? No, you need to cuddle with him. You can go later.

Gives you leaf bouquets. He carefully picks up the prettiest leafs and arranges them. He got so nervous the first time he brought you one. (ITS SO CUTE PLEASEE–)

You'll never be cold with him around, he's literally a human radiator.

Would bake cinnamon rolls with you. If you wanted frosting on them, half of it would be gone the moment you turn around to do something else.

[sexydoffyman]

please Just ignore this message if the request makes you uncomfortable.

can i have a fluffly reader with s3xu4l 4bus3 tr4uma x konig? just idk, no smut tho, thank you. id really appreciate that.

if it makes you uncomfortable even responding to this request just delete it, its okay, ill understand. if not, id really appreciate if you answered and told me if this made u uncomfortable and you preferred rejecting this request, so i can know if its going to be done or not.

tysm either way 🫂

SAFE

genre: fluff, angst

characters: König

A/N: here ya go🐙

You sat in a shower. You heard him call but ignored him. You were staring into the shower curtain. You felt dirty. You were trying to clean yourself up desperately. That’s what you’ve been doing for two hours. The water bill must’ve been up in the skies now, but you couldn’t even think of that.

König tried to get to you through your phone twenty times. You could’ve been asleep, but he knows you are a light sleeper. He thinks that he’s panicking for no reason. He hopes that he’s only overthinking it. He hopes you forgot your phone while you went out. He’s desperate.

You are washing yourself constantly with his 3 in 1 shampoo. It was the closest thing to you. You are crying in your shower, unable to comprehend what just happened. You feel hopeless. He is in his car, driving well past the speed limit while dialling your number for the twenty-first time.

You don’t know what to do as your world crashes down on you. You try to calm down, failing over and over again.

He’s running up the stairs of your apartment. He is so glad that you gave him a spare key. He opened the door and in one swift motion ran inside your apartment. The sound of water droplets hitting the shower floor was the first thing he noticed.

He felt his shoulders ease a bit. Walking into the shower, his eyes met with yours. As one of his problems left his mind, another appeared. He started to wonder for how long you’ve been in the shower. After opening the door, he stopped to look at you. He saw it in your eyes. The way you looked at him, he understood that something happened.

You put your head in between your knees and wept. He unfroze from his position and turned the shower off. You were covered in small bubbles from the shampoo, fingers wrinkled, eyes red. He picked you up into his embrace. You usually relaxed in his arms, but this time something felt different. He sensed it from you.

No words were exchanged. He put a towel over your cold body and picked you up once again. He put you on your bed and patted the towel to get you a bit dry. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked you. You didn’t respond. You only looked at him. You put your head on his arm, making him lie next to you. He understood the sign and put your blanket over you. You fell asleep immediately, finally relaxing.

In the morning, he questioned you properly. He didn’t report anything to the police. No, he wanted to take care of things himself. After he got all of the information he needed, he took care of you. Like he always did. The man could wait. You couldn’t.

He treated you to a nice breakfast. Then took you to bed right after. It was only with him that you felt right. You felt a bit more clean. After you drifted asleep, he went after the man.

Be assured, the guy will never forget the night he made his worst mistake.

[lycheedr3ams]

just thinking about konig saying "my dear" to his beloved. his voice would be so gentle, the tone reserved only for you. the little crinkle in the corner of his eyes as he smiles, the unfathomable depths of love reflected in his eyes

[sunflowerzyk]

Cake

[histarean]

barracks bunny

könig x fem reader

summ: you're known as the barracks bunny while you and könig are dating

word count: 1.8k

content/warnings: angst, comfort

a/n: i love könig and writing angst so why not combine them? this is my first cod "fic" so i'm pretty excited! i know my account has been primarily aot but i hope this reaches the cod fandom. love you all

Rumors spread fast in the military. Everyone on the base knew that, especially you. 

König and you had been together for a while now and while all the guys knew you were his, there were still whispers floating around. Whispers soon turned to stares, stares to quiet laughing and eventually, the whole base knew you as the barracks bunny. 

Now, König’s not stupid, of course he heard what the other cadets were saying and to say he was not happy was an understatement. He knew he had to do something but with three warnings racked up (for beating up other soldiers who were talking shit about you) he couldn’t just fight everyone on the entire base. The next best option was to confront you about it.

His footsteps down the hall sounded like thunder and his breathing was lightning. Each step he took was filled with anger and everyone he passed could hear it. How could these people say those things about his schatz? 

“You know she’s slept with half of us already?”

“She’s such a slut”

“I wonder if I’ve ever got a chance with her”

It's so cruel. His precious lover being reduced to a “slut” a “whore” a “barracks bunny” it was all too much. König was trained to keep cool during battle, to withstand weeks of torture, to take stabs to the chest and bullets in the leg but this? No. This was unacceptable. 

He’s closer to your room now. Closer to finding out the truth and his thoughts are racing. What if it is true? Has this whole relationship been a sham? Rumors don't come from nowhere, there has to be some validity behind it. He hopes it’s not true. He really, really does because what would be left for him without you? What would he be fighting for? 

König stands outside your door. Just standing. His hand is on the doorknob but he can’t bring himself to open it. He can hear you laughing on the other side with someone else. So it was true. König could feel his heart break and shatter into a million pieces. The already faint talking started sounding like gibberish as he slowly let his hand fall from the door to his side. It felt like time had stopped and everything around him faded away into oblivion. Maybe he had been there for 30 seconds, a minute, 5 minutes, who could say. Nothing mattered anymore. 

Thoughts of leaving KorTac crossed his mind since..what was left for him here? You had lied to him. You promised it was all a joke and nothing happened. That you were his one and only. 

The trance was suddenly broken when the door opened and a hand pressed against his chest. 

“König, what are you doing?” your familiar voice brought him to his senses. 

He couldn’t look you in the eyes. His head bowed, eyes settling on the ground. 

You tried shaking his arm but he barely budged. 

So tense, you thought. 

“Hey talk to me big guy” you brought your fingers to his chin lifting his head. It’s a reach. “Please” 

König let you lift his head but averted his gaze to the room in front of him. It was Ghost. 

Ghost was the one in your room. Why him of all people? 

“You lied to me” , his accent thick. 

He felt betrayed. His only love had gone behind his back and stabbed him in the heart. This hurt more than any wound he’d ever had. Bullet holes were nothing compared to this. No knife could cut deep enough to produce the same pain he was feeling. 

“When were you going to tell me? That there were others in your life” he struggled to get the words out of his mouth. 

“What are you talking about?” you were audibly confused. “Is this about those rumors you’ve heard? I told you they were all fake” 

König mustered up the courage to look you in the face. You were so beautiful. Even though he was angry, he couldn’t get enough of you. He could look at you forever if he wanted. Your eyes seemed to suck him in like a black hole. Once you’re in, you can’t get back out. No matter how hard you try. No matter how hard he tried. 

But past all that, he couldn’t find a hint of deception in your face. You looked genuinely lost. 

“Why is Ghost in your room?” König glanced up to him. 

Ghost wasn’t doing anything. Not hurriedly pulling up his pants, not putting his shirt back on, nothing that would point to them being interrupted. He was calmly sitting on a chair, observing a rifle. Fully clothed, mask and all. You, on the other hand, were still dressed in cargo pants and a creme tank top that hugged your chest. So what the hell were you two doing? 

“He was showing me how to load ammo more efficiently” you turned back to Ghost, he was completely unbothered. Not even looking up.  

Everyone knew you had a hard time loading ammo quickly and were often stuck using knives and other weapons in place of guns. Price was even close to discharging you because of this.

Lovers quarrel, he thought. It was a ridiculous argument and Ghost wanted no part of it. He got up to leave, tossing your AUG on the bed. He casually walked out, ignoring a stare from König that could burn cities. 

“Good luck” he whispered to you, passing the door and disappearing into the hallway. 

Now you are alone. With König. This would usually be ideal but now it was scary. You know he would never ever lay a hand on you but maybe it was different this time? You hadn’t done anything but he didn’t know that. All he knew was another man was in your room while he wasn’t. This would make anyone angry. The whole situation was just a huge misunderstanding. 

“I don’t want to have this conversation in the doorway. Can you please come in?” you reached for his arm but he pulled away before you could touch him.

You were dirty to him. Tainted. He was aware you weren’t a virgin before you met him, but when you’re in a relationship, sex is sacred. At least to König. 

He walked in the room first, scanning it for any disturbances or abnormalities. None. There wasn’t anything out of place: sheets tucked tightly under the corners of the bed, clothes hung up in the small closet, everything was in order. 

He took a seat on the same chair Ghost was occupying minutes earlier. It was still warm. You sat on the bed facing across from him. König’s leg was bouncing so fast it made the chair shake and his hands were fidgeting with themselves. 

You slowly got up and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. He looked down at your interlocked fingers then to your eyes. You looked sad. He never wanted to make you feel this way but what you did was unforgivable. 

“Believe me König, I would never do anything to hurt you” you had a slight smile on your face, trying to comfort him.

He didn’t smile back. What he needed was the truth. Where the rumors were coming from, why you got weird stares, and how long this has been going on. If you couldn't tell him, or if he thought you were lying, he might just have to end this. He doesn’t want to but how can he be with a liar, a cheater, someone unfaithful. 

“Tell me everything,” he said in a deep voice. Eyes fixated on you, unmoving. 

“There is no everything, König. Just stupid boys trying to start something out of nothing” you explained, “I promise” 

His leg had slowed down to a steady pace, still bouncing, but more controlled. You rubbed your thumb along his knuckles. Soothing. Like a mother’s touch. Except he could never remember his mother touching him like this. Like anything. You were the first one in his life to show any affection. Romantically or platonically. 

“Do you promise?” he squeezed your hands. 

Please don’t lie to me schatz. You’re all I have.

“I promise” 

That’s all König needed to hear. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. It was awkward. He wasn’t used to hugging people. It was suffocating but warm. His large frame surrounding your small body made you feel at home. He was your home. And you were his. 

“Ich liebe dich Engel. Bitte bleib für immer bei mir” he muttered into your neck. 

“Ich liebe dich auch” you replied through broken German.

He had taught you some of his native tongue when you had spare time. Simple phrases like “I love you” “cuddle me” “please” and so on. You wrote down all the things he taught you in a little notebook and often referred back to them when you had the chance. In your opinion, it was a pointless language with long words that made no sense and unnecessary diacritics, but you’d do anything for your king. 

You held each other for a while, slightly rocking back and forth. He breathed in the scent of your hair and you rubbed his back, stopping for a moment then continuing. 

You felt your body begin to lift, feet dangling in the air. You wrapped your legs around König’s waist for support as he carried you to the bed. He slowly lays you down, stepping back for a minute.

“Aren’t you coming?” you patted the space next to you. 

Of course König was coming, he just didn’t want to hurt you. Lying down directly on top you would surely suffocate you and he couldn’t do that to his little Maus. You were so small compared to him, so fragile. He’d seen you kill countless men, but in his eyes you were still his delicate Blume. 

“Yes my dear, I need to know you are comfortable though” he looked down at you.

Your safety and needs always came before his. In the bedroom, on the battlefield, and anywhere else you might be. You were his whole world and he wanted to make sure you knew that. You did. He told you everyday. Constantly showering you with compliments and praises. 

“I am” 

König’s gentle climbing in next to you, careful not to crush you. He lays on his side as you snuggle into him, face in his chest. So warm. You could hear his heartbeat, such a steady and comforting sound. A slight smile forms on his lips as he wraps you in his arms engulfing your torso. You stayed there for what felt like forever, savoring this sweet moment. Who knows how many more of these you would get. Your jobs were dangerous to say the least. Living to see another day was a gift, not a promise. But being with him made it all worth it. He’s the love of your life. You would never want to be with anyone else. Only him.

“You are everything to me, Meine Liebe” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

His Liebe. Forever and always.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

(Mild CW: weight insecurity, possible but undefined ED)

Headcanon that Konig is insecure of his size because he was a chubby kid. And sure, now he’s got more muscle than fat, but everytime someone makes a comment about him being “big” (especially if they don’t specify), he kinda internally goes—

“Oh. Okay.”

So for the longest time, he doesn’t like eating sweets or carbs in public. He has a sweet tooth—fueled largely by a doting grandmother who always baked for him whenever he came over—but kids can be mean. Kids can be cruel. So he started eating his cookies and strudels hidden behind the corners of the school playground, until he got too tall to hide and just stopped bringing them to school entirely. And soon enough. his mother was asking why he didn’t even eat them at home.

“But Schatzi, I thought you loved vanillekipferl!”

And he does, he really does. But he can’t.

The habits stick to him well into his adult life. He refrains from eating cakes at birthday parties or celebrations, and at most, he’ll choose a fruit tart. Something vaguely healthy (—but oh, how he misses sweets). He’s also kept himself on an even stricter workout plan than most of his colleagues, since he’s scared of getting big again. And he doesn’t want to be that little boy again, being whispered about and giggled about, feeling all eyes on him (—even if his height never truly let him escape).

But then he meets sweet little you. All doe eyes and gift-giving love language. And just like his grandma, you love to bake.

He was hesitant first, of course, when you started showing up with goodies in a ribbon-tied cardboard box. Sometimes even a tin box, if you were feeling fancy or it was a holiday. Almond cookies, apple pies. Hot chocolate bombs and s’mores cupcakes. But you’re so gosh darn persistent, and it all smells so gosh darn good. And one day, you burst back into his office because you forgot your phone, and you spot him in the middle of stuffing a cookie under his mask.

“… So you like it?”

His heart is dropped in his chest, pumping sheer anxiety, but the way your face lights up at the sight of him eating turns the beat into a soft fluster.

Quiet, muffled— “Ja.”

He’s gotten more comfortable eating sweets since then. Sometimes hesitates when around fellow mercs and military men, but it’s easier around strangers or in private. When he eventually does grow back some of his belly, though, and he looks himself in the mirror, you come up to him and wrap your arms around his middle. Snuggling your face into the healthy layer of fat with a smile. And he smiles, too, knowing just how well you take care of him.

“Next request?”

“Hm. How about sachertorte?”

[konigsblog]

Experience. 🛏️

(How experienced is König?)

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST.

If we're being honest with ourselves, König isn't experienced in the slightest. His tall and threatening appearance doesn't help, and his creepy and perverse behaviour leaves him a social outcast. People know him as a freak, as a nobody.

König lost his virginity in his thirties. He'd get off using all forms of pornography, whether that be through watching videos on porn websites, reading porn magazines, or getting off to the sound of a woman's moans. He'd use a fleshlight while listening to these audios, pretending that he isn't a complete loser for an hour to cope with the fact that he truly is a nerd. He'd overwhelm himself using these toys, leaving him panting and near tears, overstimulated with a sore, big cock and a never-ending orgasm.

König's first time was memorable, something he'd fantasise about for months on end. You laid him back on his bed, already unfastening his leather belt. He choked on his words, suddenly feeling too hot, overwhelmed, and breathless. The presence of a woman so close to him drove him up the wall, left his bulge even more noticeable and obvious than before. You jerked him off and played with his bulbous dick, before finding a comfortable position - because let's be honest, with a man of his size, it's hard to get relaxed and settled.

He spread your soft folds nervously while looking between your eyes and your pussy, begging to push inside, your velvety and sticky walls accepting half of his lengthy cock. It's hard to get used to the feeling of being pried open and split apart by König, the splitting sensation of his boner being pushed into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hands wandering all over your bare, naked skin. He pushed deep into your slit and let out breathless, guttural growls for more. It was painful, but God, it was definitely an experience you'd relive if you could.

To say that König came quickly was an understatement. He came embarrassingly quickly, and didn't even release until he gazed down between your thighs, seeing that he'd created a sticky, creamy mess inside your slick pussy. You'll have to comfort him afterwards while he gets himself drunk, cries, and falls asleep...

[toshidou]

ok but chubby chaser könig!!!!!!

you ask, i deliver~

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

König doesn't realise he's been staring, not that he could help it even if he was aware. He can vaguely hear one of the people he came with playfully nudge him, just about picks out the words "chubby chaser", not that he knows entirely what that means. He just has a type, feels his heart rate quicken, his pupils engulfing cerulean until all that remains is black when he takes in plush skin, soft rounded cheeks, and stretch marks.

He wouldn't dare come up to you, all too aware of the intimidation that comes from a man as large as him approaching lone women in a bar, and the last impression he ever wants to give a beautiful stranger like you is one of fear or disdain. Yet to his surprise, it's you who approaches him first.

Chubby chaser König is quick to obsess, not so much as hesitating before he falls head over heels for you, begging at your feet like a smitten puppy dog, tongue out, hands curled in front of his stupidly large chest. He'd be at your beck and call, practically worshipping the ground you walk on, showing you off like a dog who sniffed out the perfect bone. He presents you proudly to his colleagues, chest puffed out, chin held high as his fingers dip into the fat on either side of your waist, your confidence bolstered by his obvious pride.

He loves whatever you wear, doesn't care if you walk out of the house in sweats and a hoodie, or the skimpiest dress known to man, he thinks you look perfect regardless. And if you do decide to wear the latter, he's more than happy to scare the shit out of any man who dares leer your way, much to your delight (because there's nothing hotter than a pissed off 6'10 Austrian man beating the shit out of a snivelling pervert).

And although none of that aggression will ever be aimed at you, that doesn't mean you can't take advantage of it in the club toilets as he fucks you against cracked tiles, your dress bunched around your waist where your legs have come to wrap around his torso. His grip on the soft skin of your hips would feel delightful, the subtle sting of pain mixed with euphoric pleasure as his cock drags against the tight walls of your cunt; no amount of foreplay is ever able to prepare you for the ungodly stretch around his girth. He'd hold you up without breaking a sweat, perfecting the balance of taking and giving as he pushes you to your second orgasm with practiced ease.

"Made for me, liebling, all of you was made just for me, I know it," He'd pant against the crown of your head, eyes rolled back into his skull as your cunt throbs around him like a heartbeat, "I never want anyone but you, and this sweet, pretty cunt of yours."

[pettyprocrastination]

House Husband

tw: somnophilia, consensual non-consent

Thinking about something happening with KORTEC that requires Konig to go into hiding indefinitely. Like full on faking his death, changing his name and adopting an entirely new personality.

That personality namely being your new husband.

When the team reaches out to you about the notion you shoot it down immediately- your job is to help create new identities. Passports, ID's, entire backstories to be slipped into government databases as if they had been there for years- but not playing house to a 6'6 Austrian in your sleepy suburban home.

Eventually you acquiesce, making a marriage licence and a believable story for your neighbors about the sudden appearance of the man who looks over your shoulder each time you open the door.

Thinking about how he accepts this new reality almost immediately and with little to no complaint. You'll expect to clash with him daily but instead you wake up to the smell of coffee and breakfast in the morning with him already doing the dishes. The contract killer is entirely too comfortable playing husband and wife because why shouldn't he? He's spent his entirely life being a complete recluse and now he's close quarters with a beautiful woman and a wedding band on his hand for God knows how long instead of waking up as the asscrack of dawn to run drills- he'll be milking this for as long as humanly possible and as far as you'll allow him.

It's slow at first. He's tentative- trying to see where your boundaries lay with him. When a well-meaning neighbor shows up on your to ask about your wearabouts, you feel his hand slither around your waist- eyes boring into the person standing in your doorway until they leave. Days later when you leave the house for work he insists on walking you out to your car and pressing his lips to your cheek is a chaste kiss goodbye with a promise that you'll have a good day at work. That's what a good husband would do, after all!

A week later he asks to stay in your bed- the measly twin in the guest room has done nothing but aggravate old injuries and cause a twinge in his back. You feel so bad seeing this downright gargantuan man try to fold himself into such a tiny space that you allow him into your own- pleasantly surprised when you wake up to his broad chest as your pillow and firm arms wrapped around you in the dead of night as well as his insistence that he sleep on the side closest to the door, lest anybody in search of him breaks in while you sleep.

You rationalize the sensation of his tongue greedily ravaging your cunt as it pulls you from your peaceful slumber because isn't that what good husbands do? What kind of man would he be if he left you wanting? Maybe he'd notice your lingering gaze or heard your muffled moans in the shower as you tended to your own desire spurred on by this kind-hearted but still dangerous shadow that had happily clung to you for the past month.

It's all you can do in return to spread your legs wider and curl your fingers in his firey hair, meeting your husbands eyes as he groans at your taste.

[dmitriene]

continuation to this small work, cw: two freaks in love.

könig finds out you're kind of shy, a meek, pretty thing, sure, you send him such a revealing, unabashed polaroid pictures, but now, with him appearing out of nowhere at your door, giant and rugged, your fingers fiddle nervously at your own clothes, tugging down and trembling at your sides, wide eyes looking at the letter he holds in his gloved hand, from colonel, to you, name written by the way you already memorized, making you understand that it's really him.

the man you sent your nudes to, who would've know that he'd get so obsessed to try and find you like possessed dog, but you welcome him nonetheless, shuffling aside to let him in, bend his head down with a curl to his back so he would get past the doorway to your living room, dirty boots leaving a crumbs of dirt, his gear coated in things you don't want to know about, but his bright, unmovingly focused eyes look at you with a crinkle of delight, pupils could've dilate by now.

sure, könig is a little bit sad you didn't welcome him naked, or undressing at the very first sight of him, but he can work from what he got, from your shy touches when he wraps a hand around yours, for a handshake, that's it, but his by now ungloved, sandpapered fingers rub and circle around your wrist, curious, almost shuddering at the feel of your much smoother, gentle skin against his, and just this is enough to turn him on, cock swelling hard in his cargos.

he wonders if you'll let him bend you over the couch and eat your pussy from the back, or just stretch your pretty hole around his swollen cock, but you ask him questions, how he found you, why, does he wants something to eat, but könig already plans a small wedding for you two so he could make you his forever, an adorable housewife that will take care of her hard working husband with sending him pictures of her holes he could pump full after coming home.

könig tells you everything, how much times you made him cum, that he fantasized about you in any possible situation and position, dreamed of entering his quarters, and instead of a empty, boring room see you curled at his bed, his thumb tracing along your knee all the while he babbles your ears off with all disgusting, horny talks, but it's amuses you, to the point your thighs start to clench together, pressing harsh, as you lean in, watching his eyes nearly eclipse from the very little contact.

you put the letter he brought aside on the table, instead, asking your questions, and then answering his, which only contain of awkward, boyish laugh and stuttering words of if he looks the way you imagined, and könig is, a little bit awkward, in the same time cocky enough to touch you, nearly groping, looking enchanted on the outline of your breasts from beneath your sleeping shirt, before rubbing an sweaty hand against the back of his hooded head, such a silly man.

nearly jumps out of his pants when you offer him to take a bath at your place, voice mellowy and inviting, and könig trots behind you with a wagging tail when you lead the way, filling the bath full of warm water and couple drops of shower gel, making some bubbles that not really suit him, but would make the room smell nice and block out all that reeks out from him when he starts to undress, preening under your touch when you help to unclasp couple of things off his gear, könig holding down from to not shove your hand down his crotch.

it's when you join him that he gets insistent, all your shy act dropping down, your nails raking down the expanse of his toned, tissued back with tiny, reddening streaks, as könig corners you against the bathtub ceramic, moaning raggedly and humping your pussy persistently, messy, hips grinding and twitching, and the way he acts so eager and silly makes you really aroused, mewling right against his wet ear as he sloppily makes out with your neck, his hair and stubble rubbing all over your sensitive, bruised skin, sharp teeth's closing around the warmed flesh.

seems like now, you have a strange kind of boyfriend, a military colonel, a right pervert, and a pussy drunk pup that pumps your soppy, gummy cunt full of his thick, creamy release, one he kept in his balls especially for your meeting, his vision nearly blackening from how long his cock throbbed and spurted, squeezed tight by your pulsing, milking walls, enjoying your palms stroking his face, cooing at him hushed and lulling, everything könig dreamt of.

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20 YEARS LATER

genre: fluff

characters: König

A/N: P.2?

P.2

You had known him since his early childhood. No one would believe you if you said that he was once shorter than you. You went to the same little kindergarten and the same school. You were always taller than him until you both turned 13 his growth-spurt hit and you were never able to outgrow him ever again.

You even went to the same high school together. You were so excited to be there with him. The first few weeks were great, but for some reason, he started distancing himself away from you. You never understood why, and even after years of trying to reach out to him, it was pointless. Gradually, you stopped contacting him at all.

It has been 20 long years since he last talked to you. A normal man would forget about everything that happened between him and someone who he hasn’t talked to in 20 years, but König never forgot. He remembered everything. Every little detail about you. You were the only one in his life that he ever cared about. How could he forget?

He got bullied a shit ton in high school. He never let you know that he was hurt. He always bottled it up inside. He felt as if he would put so much weight on your shoulders if he did. At that time he was still talking to you as if nothing was happening. He thought of you as his best and only friend. That’s why he got so angry at himself when he realised he had fallen in love.

All the insults he got were getting to him. He looked at himself one day and decided to never talk to you again. He wouldn’t be able to change his feelings for you. He thought that you deserved someone better. He thought you deserved someone who could stand up for themselves, someone who had something interesting about them that wasn’t just their height.

For 20 whole years, he has been thinking about you. Every day he wondered, what you looked like now, have your interests had changed, have you found a partner, have your dreams gotten shattered or have you managed to pursue them. Every damn time he wasn’t thinking about work, he was thinking about you. How would life be if he never left?

He wasn’t supposed to get deployed for another few months. This left him constantly deep in his thoughts. He was walking around his hometown like he always did when he had free time. He loved to look at the trees. Every season had its ups and downs, but the trees were always so beautiful.

He kept walking around only to be met with an “Excuse me.” He turned around to see a familiar face. “Hey, I just moved here and I have a lot of free time. Do you know if there will be anything exciting happening or if there are any places that could cure one's boredom?”

“There’s a pond where I’m heading right now. I go there to feed the ducks and swans.” He responded. “Can I tag along?” He thought for a moment still shocked to see you after such a long time. “Yeah, why not.”

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Pairing: König x You.

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König begins to trace your skin for the first time and discovers you have tattoos. But he also finds out the sad reason behind them.

w.c: 1.9k

Warning: Fluff/comfort, not metions of "YN", YN is a sexual abuse survivor (If you are one as well take your precautions) a very small description of the event. Sexual inuendos but nothing too serious. English isn't my first language.

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It's funny how the paths of destiny lead you to certain scenarios.

Scenarios like the one you are right now. In a city you don't belong, lying on a bed that isn't yours, beneath a man who works as a mercenary who's twice your height, and he is kissing you in a way that characterizes dedicated lovers...while one of his hands discreetly traces its way under your long blouse.

Certainly, It's been a long time since you've been in a similar position.

When you came on vacation to Vienna, Austria, with a group of friends, you never thought you'll accidentally bump into this gentle giant in a popular bar on the first night of your adventure.

You collided by accident when he stopped you from falling by holding you with his strong arms. You apologized to him with a blush he later told you he found cute, while he let out a small laugh -Because of your blushing- and then assured you in the most fluent english that his accent allowed him to speak that there was no problem.

The next day, as the sun set high in the sky, together along your friends went to tour the Marie-Theresien-Platz museum. When suddenly, surprise! On the other side of the hallway was he, looking with great interest at an old carriage.

It was very easy to notice his presence in the room, but you didn't know if he remembered the foreign girl who fell into his arms.

So you didn't do anything.

Until someone put a hand on you shoulder to get your attention, you were scared at first.

And there he was, showing a warm and frank smile.

-Would it be okay if I invited you to dinner? Or do I have to wait to see you a third time to do so? -He asked you, a little bit amused.

Obviously you accepted, and finally got to know his name: König.

And that night he took you to dinner at a restaurant whose name it's still complicated to pronounce.

There, he confessed to you after the night at the bar, he regretted not having asked your number or your name, but since you're a foreigner, and probably you came to Austria to visit tourist places, he tried his luck visiting places where people like you would go, and to his surprise he guessed right about the third museum he went to.

You acted jokingly as offended by his statement, assuring him that you don't go out with stalkers, while inside you melted at his words. That night was short as a sigh with all that you talked about.

And after a week of going out where you met the most transparent man you ever met, he proposed to you as a formal partner with a frankness you had never heard from a European man.

And you decided to stay in Vienna, It wasn't a problem for you since you work online.

But your friends and family assured you were crazy for such a decision, but you didn't care. It was your life, logically König was delighted with the idea.

Anyway, in your hometown you leave behind sad memories, people who betrayed your trust, situations you would like to erase from your memory...

This decision was not made just to be closer to König.

But to help you overcome all those things by putting miles of oceans in between.

Although, some of those memories are inscribed with indelible ink on some parts of your skin that are constantly covered under the layers of fabric of your clothes.

You weren't a big fan of tattoos, until you read somewhere getting a tattoo related to a traumatic event would help you digest it in a better way.

And that's what you did, but first you decided you'll be the only one who would know about the existence of those tattoos on the paths of your skin, that's why you did them in strategic places and starting to wear wider clothes, not only to avoid the curious glances of people.

Also to avoid answering questions about their meaning.

But tonight, after almost half a year of dating, you realized things were going to change tonight, when König asked you to stay in his apartment.

And because of all the things you experienced togheter...where you could really see the kind of man he was, the same one who loved you with a fervor that sometimes surprised you...

You decided that he would be the first spectator.

And here you are.

You feel how König slide his hand under your shirt, with his fingertips making their path while he bites one of your lips during the kiss. You open your eyes and noticed that he also was looking at you with those blue eyes, excited and expectant at your answer.

And you nodded.

Then he finally slid the blouse over your small shoulders. His eyes traveled all the way down until they stopped at the first tattoo, below your third left rib, a subtle anchor with roses entangled to it.

From his look you could tell he wasn't expecting it, you don't blame him.

-What does it mean, my dearest? -He asks you looking into your eyes with that deep voice you loved of him.

You take a deep breath before saying anything.

-The waves mean... the constant movement of life, and how we can find peace in the midst of those changes. -You affirmed, at the same time you detected the spark of curiosity awakening in his glance.

At this point, König knows everything about you, your gestures, your favorite scent, the names of your parents, the movies that scare you the most, your aspirations, your goals...

But along that spark, you realized he noticed there are things you decided not to tell him.

But he understood, you will told him the story behind the ink at the right time.

He pressed his warm lips on yours again, resuming the soft but demanding rhythm on you, and eager to know the taste of your skin along with the story that was hidden in it. I want to know everything about you, he said, and if you let me...

You will know. -You thought- And you won't wait long to find out.

He slid his mouth down your chin, then down the bridge of your neck to down his path... Until he found the other missing piece of the sentence, a little below your right collarbone, it was a subtle moth.

-Why a moth? -König asked you, you didn't ignore the fact this time he used more direct words.

So, you give him a answer with the same magnitude.

-Because moths always go to the light, and... For me, it's a personal reminder to look for the positive side in the darkest moments. -You finally answered.

König remember you had already told him a couple of bad moments in your life, but when he saw you he knew you weren't referring to any you've already told him.

Yet.

Then he continued his search for more fragments to complete the story that would no longer be unknown to him.

He traced the path of his kisses a little below your navel, securing your waist with his robust and strong hands.

He almost lost sight of it, when something caught his attention on a part of your left hip, and he felt a wave of shivers run down his spine.

It was a Medusa.

It was subtle, but its presence unsettled him in a way the others hadn't. If he remembered correctly from an article he read a long time ago, a Medusa meant...

Survivor of sexual abuse.

König looked up to your eyes, looking for you to deny that horrible assumption, but when he saw you, he understood that his suspicions were true.

Then, you confessed everything to him.

The last job you had before being here, one that you always dreamed of having and after so much dedication you were finally able to obtain.

You remembered how happy you were to reach the job position you longed for so much, and how good you felt with your coworkers, and your boss.

Everyone was so kind to you, your boss helped you with whatever you needed the first few days, since then... you felt understood and valued within the company.

You never suspected, you had never seen any strange behavior on his part, until you decided to stay late at night to get extra work done, just to discover you were not the only one who had stayed inside the building when he put his hand on your shoulder in surprise...

And forced himself on you.

You couldn't do anything against his strength. And just like the other stories...

No one saw anything.

No one heard anything.

No one could help you.

And the justice became a non-existent witness, because it turns out your ex boss is the brother of the state's minister of justice.

Your case was a lost one from the beginning.

But what hurt you the most was the fact no one in that environment believed you. It was the word of that man, with his impeccable behavior, over yours, a newcomer who wanted to take advantage of his kindness.

That's why you had no qualms about moving hundreds of kilometers away from that place.

When you finished telling everything, you looked at him feeling nervous... But in the middle of the sea of memories and painful feelings, you had never witnessed how rage took over a person so quickly.

But you didn't know it was much deeper than that, König felt capable of crossing the Atlantic Ocean to put together a plan to watch, capture and torture in at least 15 ways to that son of bitch who were the responsable of your suffering.

He only needed a name.

But all the plans he had made vanished when he looked back at you.

You needed him more right now.

And with that... the feeling of guilt fell on him like a bucket of cold water, a few seconds ago he was devouring you with the purpose of consuming the fire that burned for you, ignoring you were suffering inside.

He withdrew on top of you and settled on the bed, then he covered your body with the blanket to finally took you and cradled you in his arms.

-There's no need to say... That it wasn't your fault, right? -He whispered, you nodded slightly. Between the blanket and his body, the outside world seemed so far away while you felt warm, and most importantly for him, safe.

Your little grey cloud moved aside at how funny it was for you that you were so small compared to König, but his height and his great corpulence could not compare to his ability to listen to you and validate your pain to make you feel protected.

And free, to release the secret that had been chained for a long time.

When you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier over your eyes, the last thing you felt was how König reached his hand to the nightstand to dim the light of the lamp, then gave you a kiss on your forehead and whispered:

-Schlaf, meine Anbetung, ich werde den rest deiner nacht beschützen.

(Sleep my love, I will protect the rest of your night.)

[sweet-as-an-angel]

König w/ his S/O during a Panic Attack

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, in-depth detail of panic attack, angst, comfort, FLUFF, König being the most considerate man on the planet, no pronouns used for Reader except for 'You', words of affirmation, pet names

König was...confused upon your initial request for him to lay atop you like a weighted blanket.

Why would you want a 250 lbs man to effectively crush you? Especially at a time like this??

König has social anxiety, so panic and anxiety attacks are not unknown to him.

Far from it.

They were the only entity to keep him company whenever he left the house, whenever he thought about how he'd spoken to people that day (if at all), whenever he just existed.

That was before he met you, though.

You'd staved away and starved that monster, keeping it on a short leash and choking it whenever it tried to run away with König.

And he knew that the least you deserved was for him to do the same for you.

He just thought that maybe there was a safer way to go about it?

He was conscious of his mammoth proportions, and how little you were compared to him. He just didn't want to hurt you any more than you already were.

"I just- I--" your words were muddled, you shook your hands as if trying to dry them, trying to shake off the leech-like pinches of anxiety prickling your skin.

Your breathing was short, shallow, your own unique vision of the end of your world, social, physical and mental, playing through your head, shooting a reactor's worth of adrenaline straight into your chest.

You felt as if you were going to pass out and so took a hesitant seat on the edge of your shared bed, knee bouncing the second it was able to.

Tears pricked your throat and eyes, warning you.

You sniffed, trying to keep them at bay, tying to keep the dam within from overflowing.

"I just need this right now." You looked up at him, eyes pleading. "Please."

König needed no more persuasion after that.

Though, he did have some questions.

"Won't I hurt you?" he asked, voice gentle, coaxing you out from the hole you'd dug yourself into. He stroked your hair, handling you like the delicacy you were.

You gave a weak, watery smile, a laugh wanting to break its way through.

"No, no you won't," you promised. You cupped König's cheek with a shaking hand. "I trust you."

König's heart jumped, melted.

He positioned himself above you as you lay flat on your back, caging you. Or protecting you from all that could hurt you.

Slowly, carefully, very carefully, he lowered himself onto you, making sure to avoid any sensitive areas.

His chest was pressed against yours, his legs either side of yours, and his bulking arms lay at either side of your head.

He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling you.

You could both feel your heart pounding against his chest, and having something there to almost absorb the anxiety pulsing from it made you feel calmer.

You tried grounding yourself, focusing only on König's warmth encompassing you, his steady breathing against your slim, shaking breaths.

It felt as if he were projecting his calmness onto you, into you. Healing you from the inside out.

"My sweet (Y/N)," König whispered, "Whatever has you in its dastardly grip will have to answer to me before it can reach you."

You knew he was serious; there was nothing König wouldn't or couldn't do for you.

Your happiness was his top and only priority, as his had been yours.

"I'll always be here for you. Even if you feel alone and scared, I'll be there, one way or another."

His voice was soft, silken. He swaddled you in it, cradling you in a rhythm that soothed you.

You burrowed further into König, wanting to be as close to him as physically possible (as if you weren't already).

The longer you remained attached, the less frequent the the tightness in your chest contracted, the slower your breathing became.

You began to feel drowsy, the post-panic attack high - the relief of the ordeal becoming only a memory - tailing off into a lulling low.

König could sense you were growing tired, you nuzzling your nose into his neck, a habit you'd formed when you were ready for bed.

"Thank you, König," you said between sleep.

König couldn't see your face, but he knew you were smiling, he could feel it brushing against his skin.

He smiled, too, and brushed his fingers across your scalp.

"Anything for you, maus." His voice was low. He wasn't long for the world of the conscious, either.

"You will never come to harm as long as I breathe," he whispered. He could tell by your breathing that you were just entering the realms of sleep.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I promise you that."

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heyy saw your post ab requests!!

can you do simon and konig seeing their s/o for first time without makeup, but she's rlly insecure and overthinking it, while he's totally clueless bc he doesn't think much of it until he realizes she's acting kinda weird. ending with comfort/fluff plss

“You’re mad at me?”

The question rang through your head causing a flood of confusion.

“What? No Konnie.” You assured.

“Why won’t you look at me? You’re barely talking to me. I did something to upset you.” Those sad blue puppy dog eyes nearly killed you. You rapidly shook your head.

“Konnie I would tell you if you did something. I just”- You cut yourself off. You knew Konig was the exact opposite of materialistic and vain, so you didn’t exactly know how to tell him how you were feeling without getting laughed at. “I’m not wearing makeup.” You said slowly. He squinted his eyes leaning forward. He didn’t stop til your noses were touching.

“I like it.” He stated. “You’re mad at me because I didn’t notice.” He also stated. You rolled your eyes.

“No Konnie!” You couldn’t really even hold back a smile. The fact that he was missing your point completely actually made you feel a bit better. Maybe you really didn’t look that different. “I just don’t feel pretty.” His eyes widened.

“How can you say that?” He mumbled. “I don’t like you saying things like that.” He grabbed the empty plate in front of you and began washing it. He muttered a few things under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch.

“What?” You pressed. He didn’t answer you and continued washing the dishes. Once he was done he sat back down with you. This was a common thing with Konig. Him needing time to plan out what he was going to say. At first it felt insincere- having to plan out exactly what you were going to say to a person. Then you realized it just made him all the more honest. He genuinely thought about things- instead of just giving the first answer that popped into his head.

“What do I call you?” He asked suddenly.

“Schön.”

“What does it mean?” He continued.

“Uh, Sweetheart?”

“No, that’s Schatz.” He said shaking his head. “It means beautiful.” That was enough to make your eyes light up. Schön was his preferred nickname for you when you were alone. It was usually mumbled against your skin, but other times it was spoken so proudly as if it were a fact. He held out his arms for you. You accepted his invitation and crawled into his lap.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Again.”

“Simon.” You groaned. “Can we do this later? My throat hurts.”

“Do you feel it?”

You paused.

“Again.” He insisted.

“I’m beautiful.” You muttered looking at yourself in the mirror. If anything this was worsening your self esteem. Having to stare at yourself next to your god of a boyfriend. Simon shot you a glare in the mirror.

He thought affirmations would help. After you had a small breakdown in the living room when he said you looked different. He didn’t mean it in a bad way at all, but that’s what you heard.

“When Johnny does this it works.” He muttered back, rubbing his jaw. Flashes of the Scot yelling affirmations to himself in the mirror before every mission flashed through his mind.

“That’s cause Johnny is hot.”

Cue another glare.

“You know what I mean. He just rolls out of bed- so do you. Do you know how much work I have to put in to not look ugly?”

“What did you just say?” His voice was so stern it caused you to jump. “You called yourself ugly?” He looked offended. His molten eyes were hard- but there was something else there. Hurt- maybe anger. Probably both.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed.

“No actually I don’t.” He spat. “Why do you talk to yourself like that? Makes me sick.” He growled.

“It doesn’t really have anything to do with you Si. It’s just how I feel without makeup.” You tried to explain. He wasn’t having it.

“It does have something to do with me. You think I have bad taste? That I’m attracted to ugly people? Well I’m not. I’m not saying I like you just because of your looks, you have a lot going for you, but you sure as hell aren’t here just cause you can make me laugh.” He shot back.

“Well you’ve only seen me with makeup.” You reminded. His brows furrowed.

“You’re still here yeah? I haven’t kick you out. You know why?” He took a step forward holding your face between his hands. “You are one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened to me. Don’t you ever insult my taste again, because I know beauty when I see it. Understand?”

A soft smile spread across his face when your glow came back. You smiled widely.

“Yes Sir.”