#konig x m!reader

[makima4ever]

König & Ghost HCs :3

OK I KNOW THE PICTURE IS KINDA SHIT WUALITY AND IM SORRY MY PHONE ISNT HAVING IT RN

fem aligned can interact js don’t be a bridge troll oktyLOVEU

König & Ghost x Cat-like M!reader HC!!

this is entirely separate from any current stories and might become a multiple post thing :3

KÖNIG!!!

~ When König first meets you, it’d be probably be on accident as you bump into the tall man! who disturbs thy?!???? You then see this hulk and MOUNTAIN of a man as your little brain reminds you of how SHORT you are!!!! your instincts are telling you to climb….. ((NO HATE I LOVE OUR SHORT KINGS AND QUEENS FOR I AM 5’2))

König clearly sees how small you really are in comparison to himself, making him ALSO SELF CONSCIOUS… LIKE HE CAN SEE THE DIFFERENCE CLEAR AS DAY AND IT MAKES HIM AMUSED BUT ALSO REALLY AWARE….

~ You, on the other hand… are also actually kinda INTRIGUED!! very tall man who’s tall as the highest fucking mountain… maybe you should climb?? :3 You attempt to climb up the very tall man using his gear and clothing as footing to climb up his body!!!!

König just sees you strolling up to him, as he wasn’t entirely nervous but he was kinda curious and feeling a little confident with a small smirk behind his mask- UNTIL YOU STARTED TO GRAB HIS VEST AND CLIMB UP HIS TORSO…

~ meanwhile König is shocked and slightly panicked as you climb up his tall beanstalk body, throwing him disarray as you scrambled to get to the top!!! He’s not gonna throw you off but he is definitely moving a bit as you climb to the top!!! :3

This was entirely fun until you hit your head against the ceiling… okay, maybe climbing a 6’10 man who’s height REACHES THE ROOF ISNT A GOOD IDEA…. you recoil and start falling!! You do land on your feet as you recoil in pain from hitting your head against the lovely ceiling lights :3 ((CURSE THE LIGHTS..))

~ König is currently making sure you don’t fall off, until you do!! Then he’s panicking until he turns around so fast he could’ve cracked his neck… then he sees you gracefully land on the ground after falling!!! He’s surprised at how well you moved this maybe does not have anything remotely… and this surely didn’t invoke anything:3

König is stunned for a moment until you make a sound akin to a.. meow? We’re not even sure what sound you made really… that noise creates a feeling that is insatiable…. HE REALLY WANTS TO PET YOU!! :3

- you are currently.. having a weird moment as you are making these weird cat.. noises? not really sure what to call them really, NOBODY DOES

😭😭🥺

then, König slowly lifts a hand to your head as he pays it and scratches it with his hand (THIS IS KINDA CUTE??), just scratching your head and behind the ears as if he were petting an actual cat…

you let out a purr(?) noise, again we can’t tell what noise you’re making but it’s somewhat like a purr… maybe??? KÖNIG IS JS SHOCKED… CAT?!?!?

GHOST!!!!

~ honestly, he had already known your reputation since it was slightly infamous but he generally wasn’t even sure of you in terms of like vibe…

when he does finally meet you in the flesh?? You didn’t even seem off or any different from any soldier in terms of general looks but he did notice your slimmer figure

~ Ghost then has this internal monologue of why the FOOK he notices your body first then he sees you walking on over to him as Ghost continues to idle, chest slightly puffed as he sizes you up although not really… you then lift your head to look up at him as he can see your face

🥺🥺

he’s stunned, like outright stunned as he takes a moment to process this as you poke at his body, like a cat pawing at an arm or kneading someone’s back :3

from that moment on he now fully believes your c/s, but he doesn’t warm up to you immediately but he does find your cat personality amusing a lot :3

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"ive always hated you."

Pairing

König x gn reader (male leaning)

Warnings

violence, no detailed gore, König hates reader, reader hates König, König is an asshole, suggestive at the end (?), I lost motivation half way, this is based of a bot, is this an outlet for my own rage against him? yes.

Summary

You two hate each other, now your in a locker. Together.

The moment you stepped foot into Kortac, is the moment you hated despised könig. He was so cocky for no reason. Always finding out something wrong in your stance, seeing to the millimeter how much you missed the target, how your plan you spent days on would fail miserably, etc. It's not like you could teach him a lesson, he's your colonel afterall.

It didn't help how you captain didn't take your countless fights seriously. Thinking it's some common bittering. If bittering was wanting to stab him, he would be correct.

Horangi found it funny how you two hated each other so much for basically no reason. Always side eyeing each other, an accidental nudge turning into a fight scene until someone (multiple people) pulled you off each other, choosing ech other to spar just to show how much they could hurt them, etc.

Kreuger found it funny at first, then it just became annoying how you guys would yell at each other on missions, almost costing their lives. Him and hutch had gone to the captain countless times. Just being met with a chuckle and "they'll fight it out one day"

Nikto found it annoying at day one. He agreed with both of you and found both of you annoying. He didn't care at all for anyone. He half listened when kreuger ranted about you two.

That's until captain himself had enough and sent both of you on a small misson together in hopes you two can work together for once. When you both found out, you two's defenses on why not to go fell on deaf ears. For once you two agree on something atleast.

You two didn't uther a word to each other the whole ride. Just staring with loath. When you arrived at the location. You both hopped out. The misson was simple, enter building, kill some guards, take Intel and leave.

Easy right? Yeah..

You were first. You plunged you knife into the guards throat. The corpse dropped to the ground as you snatched the keys. You motioned könig to come. You whispered something under your breath. "Hm?" The Austrian giant hummed. "Nothing." You said back stoic, not wanting to cause a fight now. You two proceeded. Until someone got away (definitely königs fault). They alerted the rest as a alarm rang through the building. You make a run for it, intending to leave König behind. But just like everytime, he ruins that. He caught up to you and pushed you into a locker with quick thinking. He also cramped himself in there. "Smart ass plan, big gu-" you got cut off by a hand covering your face (literally). Your two hands held his on your face as you looked up unamused. He brought to pointer finger to his mouth, a sign for you to shut up. As if you can talk. The sounds on tens of footsteps sound. When the sound was right infront of your locker, it stopped and decreased again. König took his hands off your face. "Fuck you." You said as he did. "Shut up, just because their gone doesn't mean you should be your loud ass self." He said quietly with his stupid Austrian accent. You were about to say something, yet you realized you promised yourself you wouldn't argue with him on this misson. You just nodded resentfully. Staying quiet.

After what felt like 5 minutes of being pressed to each other in awkward silence. You talked again, "when are we getting out?" "When I want too." The annoying voice you heard to much today echoed in the locker. You grunted and tried to move. Before könig grabbed your hips to stop you. "Stop moving.." He grunted. You were confused and tried to get out his grip, causing him to grip you tighter and press you more against the locker wall, if it was even possible. You pressed himself against the other wall. Still holding you, you too were still touching. "If you were just.. smaller.. this would have been way easier." You sighed, giving up on typing to escape. "You think I don't know that?" His hateful voice gave his answer. You sighed. This was going to be a long misson..

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König x M!Reader HCs Part 2

⚠️: Fluff, small angst, slight nsfw

TW: None.

• König hates it when other people stare at you.. men, women, married or not he didn't care.. he would glare at them until they left you alone, if the uncommon occurrence happens where they don't he'd threaten them, scaring them off.

• He didn't really enjoy the advantages of his height, mainly because he got alot of shit for it when he was younger but he always used it to help you grab things you couldn't or just simply shadow over you for whatever reason he was thinking of.

• He HATED scaring you on accident, wether it was a subtle approach or he was already there and you didn't notice.. he was worried you'd stay scared of him and he couldn't bare the thought of it even with all of your reassurance.

• He's more of a hand holding and cuddling kind of guy instead of just kissing and fvcking everytime you two were together.. he wanted the little things, even if they weren't much they were to him. He adored every moment he shared with you.

• The first time you two ever did anything sexual he was very gentle and overly caring, praising you the entire time.. he'd take his time making sure you were adjusting to his size even if it edged him longer than he wanted.

• König would do anything for you, kiss the floor you stepped on if you asked.. when you first met him he was cold, cocky yet timid.. but after all you've been through together hes become vulnerable to you, he hates the thought of letting his guard down or being vulnerable to a person but he couldn't help it around you..

• Sometimes as you drifted off to sleep in his arms he would whisper sweet things in your ear in German.. you learnt a bit of German just to understand what he could be saying sometimes but he didn't know that.. he didn't know you could understand every sweet thing he whispered to you as you slept in his arms.

• He has alot of paranoia around loud noises specifically loud bangs or crashes when he least expected it.. he would start to panic thinking there would be someone with bad intentions and would tell you to keep quiet as he would scope out the unpredictable noises in the night.. it would always end up being something falling over or an animal banging on the roof randomly, you had to reassure him that you both were okay each time it happened which wasn't often.

• He's clingy.. VERY clingy, you had to go to the bathroom? He'd wait outside, getting food/snacks? He'll be there making them with you, Just simply going to bed for the night? He'd cuddle you.. he hated getting up in the morning afterwards because he never wanted to let you go, he was always reluctant unless you put on your serious voice and he'd apologise.. you were never angry at him for it and you showered him with small kisses after he felt bad about holding you back from whatever you planned on doing telling him that it okay.

• It was only on a few occasions that he would come stumbling to you after drinking a bit, sometimes just hugging you and standing there for what felt like hours as he complimented you, the others ending with him being sensitive and practically begging for your touch, showering your neck with kisses as he held you close.. begging for you to satisfy him, he didn't care how, only when..

• You two once watched Heartstopper together and stumbled across the scene where the character Nick would do a gay test.. one day as you left for an event he grabbed his laptop and sat on your bed searching for a gay quiz, he already knew he was Bi but he wanted to try anyway, he finished the quiz and got 'Straight', he then continued to shut the laptop, crossing his arms and pouting whilest cursing to himself in german and then talking to himself about how he has the best boyfriend ever.

Done, I literally go to camp tomorrow and I won't be able to write for the upcoming Leon Kennedy read for about 3 days.. but thank you @makima4ever for another submission!:3

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König x Reader Aesthetic

Aimed for a gn or m!reader. take it as you will :3

[machveil]

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

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

CW: m!reader, groping, suggestive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yawnderu]

Hii!! Just read your post about simon loving reader's ass, so what about him falling asleep on our butt while we're reading❤️

HIII GOD YES JHBFEEBHJF

He finds so much comfort on resting his cheek on your ass, the fat and muscle making the perfect pillow for this tired man while you lay on your tummy, reading out loud to him.

''Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering, and that is a fact.'' He's starting to doze off and you let him, knowing he feels comfortable and safe with you.

''Whether it’s good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things. I hold no brief for suffering nor for well-being either. I am standing for … my caprice, and for its being guaranteed to me when necessary—'' A soft snore makes a smile come to your lips, silently closing the book and getting comfortable in bed, his hands resting on your back and keeping you warm for now.

To love is to suffer, yet the tender moments with your fiancé make it all worth in the end.

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Use of Size (König/m!Reader)

this one goes out to the person who commented on Matter of Size asking for a sequal, because you inspired me to do it!! tbh i just kinda started and let it keep going until i was satisfied so this is a little long and i hope its the kinda thing you were hoping for

CW: anal, m/m sex, slight size kink

As it turned out, you couldn't put it out of your mind. Once every few times you saw him, you just pictured it. And questions clouded your mind. How the hell does he even get it to fit? Of course, you weren't going to just ask that to his face. Even if you were friends, that would be awkward. And it's not like you needed to know. Right? 

But it got harder to ignore when you just kept running into König in that locker room, either just before or just after he showered. He'd clearly be smiling under his hood, you could tell from how his eyes closed and the edges of them wrinkled. It just felt like coincidence.

Little did you know he was doing it on purpose. 

The latest trip to the shower was pretty different. You were taking a quick freshen up before bed, scrubbing off the grime of a long training day. You finished up, heading to the lockers to dry off and get changed, and there was König. Though he didn't seem interested in taking a shower. He was just leaning against his locker, perhaps lost in thought, perhaps considering if he needs to shower. “Ah, Maus.” Or perhaps he was looking for you. “Güt. You're here.” 

You gave him a raised eyebrow. “You need something, König?” For a moment you were genuinely worried something had come up. Real poor timing if it had.

But no. “Nein, nein. Just wondering where you went. I suppose the showers should've been my first guess, ja?” He chucked softly, giving you that same hidden grin he always does. 

“Sure.” You weren't laughing. “Still doesn't say why you were looking for me.” 

At that reminder, his demeanor…shifted. He dropped his humor, straightening up off the locker and took a few steps towards you. “I'm not blind to your staring, you know.” 

“My…staring?” It almost felt like he was mad about it. 

“Ja. You do notice you stare at me, don't you?” He tilted his head to the left slightly, and your worries were calmed a bit as you noticed his eyes were not drilling into yours. Your nerves replaced your worries when it clocks that his eyes are trailing down your body slowly.

“Uh…I'm sorry, then?” 

“Don't be.” His eyes snapped back up to your face. “You're not the first to be interested in looking.” 

“You get a lot of stares?” A dumb question, really. 

You get the answer you expect. “Naturally. Hard not to notice me, even if I wish it was.” But he keeps talking. “That does include my dick, you know.” You flush a bit at being called out. “Are you wondering how it fits?” 

You feel a twinge of shame. Must be annoying to be asked that by every partner… “Sounds like you get that a lot.” 

“I do.” He nods. “It doesn't bother me as much as mentions of my height.”

“So…how does it fit?” You ask shyly. “Surely it doesn't.” 

He gives a soft hum, his eyes taking another glance down your body. “Would you rather I show you?” 

That, by some strange occurrence, is how you end up in his quarters, nervously eying his cock as he lubes it. You were close with your estimations, it turns out. Just over six and a half inches erect. In the back of your mind you were almost worried the condom wouldn’t fit. Comparatively, it dwarfed your own. “Don’t worry, Maus…” he reassures you. “It just takes enough preparation.” 

You shift a little next to him. “You get why I’m nervous though, right?” 

He nodded a little, patting with your leg softly. “Ja. It tends to be less…smooth, with men. Just relax as much as you can…” His soft words were a needed comfort. He lay down on his side, getting to lay down with him, one hand around your waist while the other lifted your leg by your thigh. “Ready?”

Your hand came up to grip his hood, which he was still wearing. You were initially thinking of asking him to take it off, but you were a bit…well, distracted. Seemed like he liked you getting a handful of the fabric though, since he gave a soft huff. “Yeah, I’m ready as I can be…”

He grunted in acknowledgement, his grip on you tightening just a little. You felt the cold of his tip press against you gently, and your breath catches as he slowly presses into you. He gives you a second to adjust, his fingers smoothing over your stomach softly. He waits for you to let out a breath before he presses deeper with a soft groan. “Have you…done this before?” he asked, as if only now did he think about the possibility of you being a virgin.

Good thing you weren’t. “Yeah, yeah…a while ago, though…” you nod, doing your best to take what you could of him. You didn’t really expect to be spending the night with someone you worked with, least of all him, and especially didn’t think it’d be hot. 

He only took his time as much as he had to, gently working his hips forward to push into you inch by inch, meeting your soft moans with pleased grunts. “Mnn, Schatz…” he groaned, starting to pump his hips back and forth. Only a little at first, just enough to get a little friction and open you up a little more to accept another inch. “Talk to me…is this okay?”

You took a second to adjust to his rocking, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “I’m good…fuck you’re big…” 

He chuckled, his warmth breath leaking through his sniper hood to your shoulder. “I hope that stays a compliment…” 

It was almost a strange night. When he talked, be it mummering your name or making sure you were comfortable, it just felt like any other friendly talk with him. But the rest of the time, you could practically feel the rumble in his chest against your back as he groaned at the feeling of you, pumping his hips with a slowly increasing need. It started as a slow rhythm, careful of not going too fast or moving too sharply, and started to shift into a more erratic movement. You tried to stay quiet, moans slipping from your lips as his hips rocked hard. All it took was him muttering “Nein, Schatz…let me hear you…” and you let your voice break in pleasure. 

You barely even noticed that he managed to fit his full length in, the only indication being the feeling of his hips colliding with your ass. The sound of his grunts and low huffs were surprisingly rough coming from him. You didn’t even notice the hand on your stomach move down to wrap around your leaking cock, starting to stroke you just as much as he was rocking into you.

His voice caught your attention. “Close, Schatz…” He sounded a little desperate for release, and you were in no mind to ask for him to pull out. So you just nod, whining needily. It didn’t take much longer before his hips stuttered and stilled against yours, his grip telling everything you need to know. His hand didn’t stop stroking you until you came too, making something of a mess over his hand. 

It was exhausting, and your thigh was going to have red marks where his hand gripped you, but in the end it was worth it. You just needed to rest. König’s arms shifted around your waist, making it clear you weren't going to your own bed tonight. As you were catching your breath, you felt something warm and soft press against your shoulder, as König hummed softly. “See? It fits, leibling…”

[gofishygo]

okok but can someone please please recommend some tooth rotting diabetes causing nickocado avocado-inspiring cod x reader fanfictions ? im so sick of searching up cod x reader works just 2 get bombed by “AND THEY CHOKE ND STRANGLE YOU” “HARDCORE SEX STUFF HERE !!” please i just want to be silly and domesticated with the boys why is peace not an option

[mitosreblogs]

im going 2 write for this maybe ?? but cat/lemon/reef shark! reader nd cthulu konig hhhh

shark! reader would honestly start off quite scared of konig tbh … they’re well aware of what cthulu hybrids and have seen their affects firsthand, the delirious, rabid glint in a victims eyes and the macabre foam that would bubble up past their lips. and not only was konig a hybrid of that species, but the operator of kortac, one who had seen hundred of battles and could snap a man’s neck as naturally as he blinked an eye.

however , being the only two marine hybrids in kortac means they’re both drawn to each other by nature, and furthermore shoved by missions that required time underwater that only you and konig could wrangle.

it’s a slow process. the flick of a tentacle or small swish of a fin that would signal direction or start ambushes had progressed into little inside jokes. konig sometimes acting in place of a remora, using his suckers to help clean off grime or stray corals off your tail. and maybe he isn’t as bad as the eldritch killer you’d made him out to be.

now there’s a heavy tentacle wrapped around your shoulder, and now your fin brushing against the plated guards on his shin feels even more like home than warm tides that held you as a child.

the relationship you eventually get into is a change for the both of you, so civilian compared to the violence and hardness that you were both raised in. learning to use tentacles to hold instead of strangle. sitting on the ocean floor and watching as fish dart around, your tail pulling him a little closer as he leans his head onto your shoulder. tentacles pulling you against konigs chest and strong arms around your waist when your nocturnal instincts go too far out of whack for his preference.

just two little guys finding whatever home they can in each other <33

(HOLY SHIT I POSTED THIS ON MY RB ACC MY MAIN IS @mitoad !!!)

[weaper-reaper]

@sprout-fics is HOLDING it together with new König content (pls go check work out! The little-mouse series has got me foaming). But I figured since there’s such a lack of content for our boy- and even less M!reader content, I figured I’d treat :) Enjoy! Also thanks to @snail-eggs for convincing me NOT to use the phrase “boy-button”

Good Boy

König x M!reader

2nd Person, Pure Smut, Minors DNI

Reader is a service bottom and just wants to make König feel good after a hard week.

CW: Established relationship, Smut, blowjobs, facefucking, throat bulge, rimming, fingering, doggy style, mating press, creampie (duh) WC ~2.1k

You didn’t notice it was cold until the shiver in your body fizzed out, a broad chest coaxed the chill ache from the center of your shoulder blades, and an arm snug and tight over your waist. The far away sound of thunder and rain slapping heavy on the stone outside drew you back to reality first. How long had you been asleep? Time passed so quickly lately, but the warm breath fanning over your collarbones grounded you to the moment.

Your eyes slit open, just enough to watch blearily as the candlelight’s flame flickered shadows over the room. The mass of the man to your side shifted, and pulled you closer at the next strike of lightning. Was it your heart that skipped a beat?

“Welcome back.” You whispered. Mainly to yourself, König seemed to fall seamlessly back into his normal cuddly role- as if he’d never left.

He grumbled something non-committal into your neck, the prick of his unshaven chin scratching sensitive spots behind your ear. Your body twitched, and he responded by loosening his grip on you enough so that you could worm around to face him.

There was no way the lighting had been bright enough for you to see all of him, but that look was still there. Lazy hooded eyes, messy hair covering the edges of his face, and a twisted half-smile that pulled his scarred skin taut. Your fingers danced up to trace each one, an act you’d don’t countless times before. His eyes closed and a broken sigh weaped from his crooked nose.

“I’m assuming your meeting didn’t go very well?” You more stated, than asked.

“No.” He shook his head, “These men are… stupid.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your lungs, and slightly embarrassed as you wiped and sniffled at your nose until the giggle died down.

“Not all men though, surely?”

His smile settled as he looked over your scrunched face, bringing two fingers to hold your chin straight.

“No.” He said again, with a glint in his eye. “Not this one, at least.”

Your heart fluttered as he partially rolled over you, his massive frame didn’t need to hover above to tower you completely. His hand trailed down your naked chest, carefully dipping over the quickly growing tent in your boxers, then over a bone in your hip.

His eyes never left yours. “Is this okay?”

A moan of anticipation seeped through your silky lips as his graced just over yours, “More than okay,” You whispered. “I’d die another week without you.”

Königs eyes crinkled, and his mouth graced yours in a slow and soft, but desperate kiss. His tongue flicked at your bottom lip, and his nose dug deep into your inner cheek. The closeness of him- and the hand massaging your dick- made your head go all fuzzy. His sly fingers slipped down under the band of your underwear and cupped your entire length in one palm. Your hips twitched and he paused his minstrations to mumble low praises in your ear.

“Well that wouldn’t do, did you miss me that much, Liebling?” He egged, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear and then at the skin below your jaw as he slouched his way down your body.

Your bottom lip sucked into your teeth, “I could show you,” you hesitated, hand trailing down the cloth of his tee and settled just over where his happy trail started. “Just how much I’ve missed you, I mean.”

Königs movements stuttered, in awe of your boldness. Then a cheeky grin pulled over his face and he fell onto his side, scrunching up his shirt under his chin with one hand- presenting himself to you. “I am yours, then.”

With an invigorated look, and an equally wild glint in his eyes you twisted on your side and slid down the bed until you were face-level with the dark bulge in his sweats. The candlelight flickered once more, as if it could sense the anticipation, and illuminated Königs pale skin in a deep amber glow. A light sheen of sweat glistened over the tight muscles of his abdomen, and the sight made your mouth begin to water.

You pressed a kiss of adoration over the dip in each of his hips, and his free hand ran smoothly through your bedhead. He ran a thumb over your cheekbone, and then his fingers settled tight over the underside of your jaw.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, and it sounded instead like he was just thinking out loud.

With a new heat pulsing over your face, you tucked your chin down and pulled at his boxers until they were stretched over his massive thighs. His cock sprung upwards immediately, and the sticky pre beading across the middle of his head almost made you drool. It twitched the longer you stared, and pointed directly up; tip reaching just over his belly button.

You nuzzled in closer, and brought a hot tongue from the base to that very tip, his salty essence pooling thick inside of your mouth as you encircled it. König groaned, and his fingers ticked at your jaw, inching himself further into your mouth until he felt resistance halfway down. You gagged over him, and slowed your breathing enough to allow another inch or so further into the opening of your throat.

“Scheisse..” he choked, “you’re so good at that.” And encouraged you to take him down again with a couple cants of his hips.

You did so, greedily. Swallowing as much of him down as you could before you needed to bring yourself back up to breathe. König was shaking by the fifth plunge, and small whimpers escaped his lips far too often. Embarrassed with how easily you ruined him, he raised an arm over his mouth- biting into the corded and veiny muscle to silence himself.

A part of you creened his noises, so in retaliation you dipped the tip of your tongue over his slit on the next pass, eliciting an arch and groan from the massive man. You pulled off him with a pop, and heaved the thick air between the two of you. Your own erection strained against your underwear, until you kicked it off, and it rubbed raw against the sheets.

König recollected his breath, and pulled you back down over him rather roughly. You grunted when he shoved his cock back into your tiny mouth. “Come, Liebling.” He egged.

“Show me what a good boy you can be.”

Normally the phrase would’ve made you laugh, but the intensity in his stare and the thickness of his shaft down your throat only made you harder. You couldn’t help but groan around him- one he echoed once the noise vibrated through him. You took in all of him again- he made you. With jagged thrusts and a hand at the base of your neck he pumped himself deep inside your throat. So much that you swore you could feel the outside bulge.

It wasn’t until your eyes were so watery that you couldn’t see him anymore, and your lips were raw that he decided to pull out of you. A trail of saliva and pre briged across from the corner of your mouth to his tip- swollen and bright.

“That’s it.” He cooed and pulled you up onto your stomach flat across the bed with strong practiced ease. The movement made your body twitch with want. He twisted and settled behind you, nudging you up onto your knees in front of him.

A hot mouth settled directly over your spread and exposed parts, tongue wasting no time- delving as deep as it could get inside of you. His burning breath brushed through the crack in your cheeks, and cascaded down your back. Your body shook immediately, and you flew a hand around to curl into his hair.

“Oh my god,” you groaned into the sheets, digging your face into the beige covers. “Fuck.. fuck! König, don't make me wait.” You begged, wanting only the feel of him as close as you could get him.

His hand came up to palm you at your base, and you almost exploded from the contact. His fingers wrapped tightly around your length and he pumped in time with his tongue. You groaned out again, needy.

“Königg..”

He slipped his tongue out, only to replace it with two fingers curled perfectly downwards enough so that it brushed over the sensitive bump deep inside of you. Your hips twitched involuntarily, and your hand flew to the base of your cock to prevent it from cumming. You twisted tight fingers around the base as it pulsed and jumped hot. Your own pre no doubt soaking the sheets below.

You panted when you spoke again, his fingers stretching you open completely. “It’s enough, please. I need you inside of me.”

König groaned out again behind you, shocked by how needy you sounded. And rose so that his chest covered your entire back. Cock head sliding against your entrance. He lubed you up with his own slick, then deftly pressed the head rough enough so that it popped just inside of you. The both of you moaned in unison, and he had to hold himself back from shoving the entire thing through you with one go.

“Ahh..” he hissed, lurching forward enough to plant another few inches inside. A hand settled over your hip, the other keeping him propped upright. You pulled from him, just to arch your back enough so two more inches slid through.

His spongy head brushed just against the button of your prostate and that knot twisted at the base of your stomach, another thrust and your balls pulled up taut so that you couldn’t help but cum right then, even with your hand attempting to cut off all circulation.

You pulsed and buzzed as each wave crashed through you. Sticky liquid ruining the clean sheets below. König muffled his moans into the crevice of your shoulder blades as you clenched and pulled him deeper and deeper inside. He jerked forward and seated the rest of himself completely within your warm center. His breath- hot and heavy over your ear as the both of you panted.

“So tight,” he muttered, accent thick and every inch of him present. Your body loosened and weakly aware of the way his pressed perfectly into you.

He took a beat before withdrawing enough to leave you aching, and then re-filling you to the brink. You whined with hypersensitivity. “Fuck, I-I just came-“

“Then it’s my turn, right?” He teased with a fry laugh, peeling his sweaty body from yours to palm both hips in a possessive grip. Pulling your body back into him like he was playing with you, a toy to get him off and make him feel good.

Your eyes teared up and every inch of your body screamed from over exhaustion. Still not quite used to the stretch of him, your body trembled beneath his massive frame.

“Almost, almost.” His voice hushed and encouraging, he massaged at your sore hips. “Mmm, so good for me.”

He lowered his lips to your clammy skin. Leaving dark red kisses with each incredible thrust. Your dick swelled again as he thumbed the swollen head, spreading your cum down and around your shaft. A handful of thrusts later you were ready to burst again, and König sensed it- pausing for only moment enough to flip you around so that he could smother you with wet kisses.

His hands hooked under your knees, and pressed them up towards your chest so that you were folded and open underneath him.

“Oh! Shit.” You cursed, eyes rolling back into your head. “König,” you cried, nearing your brink too quickly.

“That’s it, Liebling.” He coaxed, slamming his hips as far into your skin as he could dig them. “Again, cum for me again.”

He pumped you in time with him, and his release hit just before your second. The warmth flooded through you too quickly that it seeped down before you came again. Hot and fast and rough between your bodies.

Even as he softened he kept himself lodged deep within you, finally collapsing and pulling you into his side. Kissing over the crown of your head. There were many deep breaths and sighs before he rolled over to pluck tissues from the bedside table, pulling out and wiping the two of you down. He tucked you tight into his arms again as the rain began to pick up again.

[makima4ever]

König HCs

OK THIS IS A HEAD CANON OF MY BBG <3 ILY

the picture broke, erm

When you two first meet!! ~ When you first meet him it’s on a joint mission as 141 and Kortac partnered up this one time to go track down a silly goober man who’s been running amok and causing trouble world wide!

König’s not too confident but it’s not like he will cave in to his anxiety that often…. you would probably get yelled at instead out of stress which wouldn’t put you both on BAD terms but it’s not like neutral

~ I’d say he’d feel a bit guilty for applying such stress even though he doesn’t have to feel such; He’s a Colonel for crying out loud!!!!! but the way your, and only your face seemed to shift under his voice made König feel guilty, just a wee bit!! Besides, you were used to having orders yelled or even barked at you so he shouldn’t feel anything!!!

but…. something about the way your face contorted slightly made him distracted the entire day after the mission

~ I’d feel he would be slightly avoidant of you originally, seeing as how you reacted to him…… he’s not wallowing in guilt but he doesn’t feel the best after making you kinda flinch at his voice since it reminded him of when people used to yell at him :,,, LIKE HE KNOWS, HE UNDERSTANDS HOW IT FEELS WHICH MAKES HIM EVEN MORE UPSET (NOOO)

Poor König he is completely aware of the fact too, but he doesn’t really know how to confront you without his mind overthinking and making himself think he’s ruining it all over again!!! könig’s mind overtakes himself a lot of the time, to which you silence with a gentle but firm pat on his shoulder!!

He’s more than shocked as you actually wanted to make physical contact with himself, as he was not only touchy starved but also- you treated him like a person!!!! Do they like me?

~ Once he does gets to talk to you properly he’s apologizing briefly or a little too much to which you gotta calm him down and make sure he’s not mentally screwing himself over. He greatly appreciated it and you as well.

~ Once you get to know him he’s not that bad :3 he’s js a bit silly :3 and maybe, but slowly getting whipped for you

[pendragon-writes]

𝒦ö𝓃𝒾𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓁!𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Being with someone the same/a taller height was definitely something new for him.

He's used to having to look down so it's a nice change of pace to look up/straight ahead.

If you're in the same base as him you're probably seen together most of the time, nicknamed the Mountains or something relating to your heights.

Since König is most definitely friends or at least acquainted with the members of the 141, which also means dueling with Ghost and Soap begging you to let him go on your shoulder to feel tall.

I don't think he would mind if you're not on his base or a soldier like him.

If you do anything that's service work (like being an EMT or Firefighter for ex) then I feel like he'd find it cool seeing another tall guy like him doing such amazing work and would visit you if he can. (Idk why but I imagine him having a thing with guys in those types of fields)

If you don't work in anything like that, that's fine as well. He respects whatever you want to do.

You're definitely going to need a big ass bed with both of your heights, probably a California king.

You're guy's shared place (if you share a place that is) has custom stuff tailored to your heights.

Honestly loves being held while cuddling, and prefers to be the little spoon most of the time since when he is home he just wants to let his guard down and be vulnerable with you.

He doesn't mind being the big spoon either though if that's what you want.

All in all having someone taller/the same height as him is definitely something he would never complain about, and honestly loves it.

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

König x M!Reader hcs

⚠️: Some sexual words used, getting called a goodboy.

TW: small amount of angst, mention of SH.

• Sometimes on lazy days with him you could and most likely will spend hours in his arms or with him laying on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist watching shitty movies just to talk smack about them the whole time, its your way of finding the humour in things.

• Due to Konig's severe social anxiety he doesnt like going out for dinners or fancy dates or just going out in general..he feels horrible for it and tries his best to cook at home and make everything perfect for a date for you.

•He has alot of 'sensitive areas' that will let loose some light whimpers if pestered..he also enjoys getting bit/biting just whenever.

(The next two are targeted for readers who have experienced SH or still are (I hope your okay) just to understand how he'd handle it)

• For awhile Konig never really knew about the scars/on going scars until you felt it was the right time to explain it to him..he didn't understand why you'd do such a thing to yourself and felt angry that you were hurting..but he was there for you none the less and comforted you about it as best he could.

• Sometimes if your wearing a short sleeve he'll accidently glance at your scars and feel bad but then grabs a marker and asks for your arm, he enjoys drawing little stars and hearts all around them and avoids the fresher ones as to not hurt you.

• When you two get into an argument it will never get physical, sure he'll get angry to the point he could punch holes in the walls but he never does because he's afraid of scaring you or hurting you.

• After an argument if he notices your still angry at him he'll feel guilty and pick a small flower and give it to you as an apology, sometimes if its resolved completely you'll cuddle for the rest of the day/night.

•During the 'hanky panky' everytime he'll be different, sometimes gentle, sometimes whiny and bratty or he'll destroy every inch of your body making sure your sore for the next few days..he whispers in your ear calling you a 'goodboy' and more whilest he pounds you non stop whimpering.

• hes very easily teased and sometimes enjoys teasing you aswell.. if the next morning he is he'll mock your moans and faces you make.

• During arguments if he's really angry he'll start screaming in German and that's when you know that he's fucking pissed..

•Once told you that years ago had his ear pierced and now has to deal with you begging him to get it done almost everyday.

•He only took his mask off around you after at least 8 months of being together, he felt bad about it but ever since and showers you with tender kisses to make up for the ones he couldn't give you.

Thats it! If you can please give me some fic ideas because I really need them, thanks you!:3

[machveil]

hey, brief apology, I sent an ask about a monster!Konig blurb that got a dirty and then realised you dont write that kind of thing so im rewording it

monster!Konig being initially very shy and not liking when m!reader touches his tentacles, but he grows to appreciate the touch over time as he starts getting used to m!reader, to the point of holding his hand with a tentacle gently

oh!! hi anon! I saw that ask - don’t worry, I do write for nsfw and nsfw adjacent(?) content. I just haven’t written anything for it yet haha, but no sweat! I just don’t write for these, your other ask is totally good<3

it’s known around base that Monster!König has an… unusual physique. he kept it hidden for as long as he could, but it was bound to be found out when you’re constantly surrounded by soldiers and snoopy people - stupid rookies that like touching things that aren’t theirs. that’s how König’s tentacles came to light, one stupid rookie dared to snag the behemoth’s mask

Monster!König, while a feared and respected Colonel, held some insecurities around his tentacles. who wouldn’t be be terrified of a 6’10”/~208cm man, let alone a man with writhing, eldritch tentacles? he’s either scared off fellow soldiers or had others try to mock him - the latter not ending in their favor

but when you come up to him? wide eyed and awed? Monster!König is weary, a man like yourself should know better than to get close to him… or if this is a ploy to make a fool out of him? you’d be a brave example to anyone else trying to play with him, “You better run back to your friends, kleiner Mann.”, voice low as he walks past you

but does that deter you? of course not, a brave little thing. your efforts start small - an attempt to break past Monster!König’s walls. knee bumping against his when you sit down in the mess hall, fleeting touches when your fingertips graze his. his gaze is always cast down towards you when it happens, a silent look asking what you’re doing

it’s slow, almost painfully slow trying to befriend him, let alone touch him. but the voice in the back of your head eggs you on, “He’ll open up. He’ll trust you eventually.”. the little game you started changes; those brief touches start to hold more meaning. yes, you want to feel his tentacles against your hand… but you also want him. for him to trust you enough that he seeks out your touch, is okay with it

so when Monster!König pats your back after a day of training, casts his gaze down on you again, it sparks hope. “Nice work, kleiner Mann.”, voice letting go of any malice, replaced with… you can’t say, but it’s friendly. when he pulls his hand away, how long had it been there? a warmth spreads in your chest

it’s a couple days before anything significant happens, but it was something that had your heart racing and palms a little clammy. it had been raining out, a storm sweeping through before the sky was clear and sunny again. soldiers shouldn’t be deterred by a little water, so training was held outside - maybe it was just your shoes against the wet grass, maybe it was kismet?

running laps with the group after hitting the gym for a few hours last night had left you with wobbly legs, trailing behind the others on the field. eyes half lidded, nodding off a little, it’s only when your heel slips and you’re falling backwards do you fully wake up. already bracing for the impact of the ground, you’re caught off guard - and quite literally - when you feel an arm under back, a hand on the nape of your neck

“Careful, Kleine.”, accent a little thick as he holds you, icy blue eyes looking down at you. you’d meet his gaze if it weren’t for the angle - you could see up his hood from here. a mess of tentacles wrapped securely around the Austrian’s neck, catching little reflections of light. you blink and suddenly you’re standing upright, his hand still on the back of your neck. a gentle squeeze, barely any pressure, then his hand is pulled back, “Try not to fall again, ja?”

after that? it only amped up - suddenly you were on the receiving end of featherlight touches. walking side by side, the heat in your cheeks is only fanned when König’s rough hand eases against yours. for such a broad, brutish man, König’s touch is delicate, careful. turning a corner, his grip tightens ever so slightly, stopping in his tracks

as you look up at him, gaze meeting his, your eyebrows knit slightly, “König? What—“. words dying on your tongue as he kneels down, he looks up at you, gaze smitten. and only when he squeezes your hand do you feel a new sensation around your bicep - poking out from under his mask, a tentacle had wrapped around the muscles of your arm, “You’re a patient man, ist es das, was Sie sehen möchten?“

it’s suddenly hard to breathe as it moves down your forearm, replacing his hand with the appendage, “Ah— König.”, you choke out

[iblameashley]

Jumping on the CoD brain-rot bandwagon.

I'm also like, super lazy so I'm going this in point-form. This was quickly and poorly written. Don't blame me, I'm gay and thirsty.

"Meeting & First Date"

*Mini-story* Civilian | Male

(König)

You were new to the city, but found a nice little coffee shop to hit up every day before work. It was quiet and the staff was friendly.

Most days there was a slow, but steady pace of patrons. Until one day, he came in. He was fucking massive.

He was wearing a mask, and a shirt so tight you could make out the dog-tags he was wearing.

The coffee shop was pretty much empty that day, so he instantly caught your jaw hit the floor. He smiled under his mask, blushed a bit and then quickly cast his eyes to the floor.

As he took his order, you took a less-than respectful look. He had to be almost 7' tall and was built like a mountain. Suddenly your whole 6' stature felt very small. He spoke surprisingly soft, though, you could barely hear his order.

He flashed you one last look before he left with his large coffee. You couldn't read his eyes, was he mad? Flattered?

You finished your coffee and danish and left for work.

It became a ritual. You arrived at the coffee shop, ordered, sat down and about twenty minutes later, he would come in. Always wearing a mask.

He would look at you, and then go about his day.

It took about a month of this before you noticed the change in his demeanour. He came in, gazed your way, and went to order his food. But his fist was clenched. It worried you.

So you actively started to look away when he came in. After all, you were the rude one, always staring at him. But he kept looking at you. You could feel his stare and now you felt uncomfortable.

Several days in a row, he would turn your way as he waited for his order. Staring. Fist flexing. And that god-damn mask hiding his face.

It was almost the end of the second month when it finally happened. His fist clenched, he made a pivot that nearly gave you a heart attack, and he walked with purpose over to your table. He towered above you; probably would even if you were standing.

"I'm sor-" You began. But stopped as he held out his hand. He was holding a piece of paper. "Order for King" the Barista yelled. He flapped the paper a little and you took it. He said nothing as he turned, grabbed his coffee and walked out.

'What kind of name is King?' you asked yourself. He was gone now. You realized now, how hard and fast your heart was beating. You were shaking a little. And then you remembered the paper you were holding.

You opened it up. In surprisingly nice printing it read: "You stare a lot, you shouldn't. Its rude. You seem nice, though. If you want to go on a date, please text me."

You were sure you were suffering some kind of hallucination. It was so grade-school "do you like me Y/N" but so endearing as well. You took out your phone and typed up a text. "Your name is King?" You smiled as you hit send.

It took no time to get a response. "No. Its a nickname." You smiled and replied, "Military code-name, more likely ;)"

He was taken by surprise. "What makes you think I'm military?" He asked. "Saw the dog-tags. Your shirts are very tight."

The chatting went on all day. Every chance you got you would reply to him and ask more questions. He was incredibly sweet, it seemed. And then finally he asked. "So, do you want to go on a date?" You did. "Yes." you replied. You spent the better part of the afternoon setting up the date.

(Date Night)

You chose to meet where you met, the coffee shop. You had decided to do a public date. He seemed nice, but you were still very much intimidated by him. He arrived in a button-down that was straining to stay closed, and that mask. Always with the mask.

"Hey, King." You said as he approached. He gazed at you quickly, then back to the ground. "Its Jakob." He said shyly. "But you can still call me King if you like."

"I would." You smiled. "So King, got a question for you." You smirked. He tilted his head like a puppy. "We're going on a date, right?" He nodded, following along. "First you're taking me to a pub for drinks and dinner, right?" He nodded again. "So how are you planning to eat, with that on?" You reached up and tapped his mask.

He was silent as his brain worked away. "I can eat later." He finally said. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. You could see the sadness and shame in his eyes. "I want you to like me first."

You pulled out your phone and began scanning it. After a moment, you put the phone away and looked at him. "We have spent 3 days talking and have sent several hundred messages to each other. I agreed to a date. I already like you. But I would also like to see you, and I will not eat by myself while you watch." You took a breath. "But…" you started. "If you really don't want me to see your face right now, we can skip dinner and just go on the walk through the park."

He was fidgeting in place. He was confused and stressed. It felt like everything was falling apart and he didn't want to ruin the date, not after taking so long to even ask for a date."No. I will show you my face. I will eat with you."

Before he could remove it, you placed your hand on his cheek over the mask. "Only if you want to. I don't mind skipping the dinner part of our date." He shook his head and you lowered your hand.

He took the mask off slowly and looked away as he did it. You could see he was breathing hard, but let him take the time he needed. When he finally worked up the courage, he turned to you. Across his lower-right jaw was a large scar. It looked like a bad burn and reached from his chin to just behind his ear.

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I still like you," you smiled. "ready to go?" He squeezed your hand back. "Are you-" he started. "Yes. Lets go, handsome." This time you got to see him blush.

He spent most of dinner talking. He mostly ignored his food as he talked about anything and everything. You figured the beer was helping to loosen him up, but you enjoyed learning just how much of a nerd he was. You smiled and followed along, asking questions when he needed to take a breath. It was actually incredibly fun. He would apologize for talking so much every now and then. You waved your hand and just said "Keep going."

After you had both finished dinner, and several drinks between the two of you. He paid the bill and off to the park you went. The walk was peaceful and he seemed to have run out of things to say, so you talked for a while.

You could feel him looking at you the whole time. But it was softer this time. At one point, as you were standing in front of a pond, enjoying the last of the evening sun, he took your hand in his.

You stopped talking and looked up at him. "Is this ok?" He asked. "This is ok." You replied. "I've been worried." He said. "This is my first date…" He started to breath heavy again.

"With a man?" You asked. He nodded. "I mean, I've been with men.. but I don't sleep with a lot, I mean, Its fine--" You held up your free hand, and he stopped.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." You smiled. "We can taken this as slow as you need."

"What if I wanted to kiss you?" He asked. "Do you want to kiss me?" You asked coyly. You looked at him and smiled. "Yes." He said sternly. You could actually see it in his eyes. He really did want to kiss you.

He bent down a bit, to match your height and slowly placed his lips on yours. They were soft and warm. It was a long, slow kiss. His hand behind your head to hold you there. You were just about to pass out when he pulled away. You caught your breath, and just stood there smiling like an idiot.

"Was I good?" He asked. "You literally took my breath away." You laughed.

You leaned into him and watched the sun set. You couldn't wait for your next date with your gentle, dorky giant.

[nickscodthoughtsblog]

Matter of Size (König/m!Reader)

hey gang, sorry for the near-month long lack of stuff, my motivation to do anything at all was at critical condition but after looking at König's ingame model and noticing he was the one default skin that has a noticable bulge as far as I can tell, i had an Idea™️

CW: slight size kink?

It’s usually pretty quiet in the shower room on base, since most of the time it’s just one or two soldiers using it at once. This time though, as you walk in to the locker room of the men’s showers, its not so empty. The first thing you notice is König, who was hard to miss as always, drying himself off, sitting on a bench with his hood on. The second thing you notice is the sound of some other recruits showering and talking casually. König is pretty quick to notice you, nodding in your direction. “Hallo.” 

“Hey.” you reply, stopping at your locker nearby to undress. “You just finished?” 

“Ja.” He nods, watching you take off your shirt. “...most active the showers have been.” 

“There’s still space, right?”

“Of course.” Konig relaxed standing up and going to his locker a few blocks down from yours. You glanced over just in time to see him take his towel off and fold it up to stuff in his locker. You had always been pretty comfortable around naked men, so it didn’t really bother you much. But you had never actually seen König specifically nude before. You can’t help but stare, taking in the shape of him. He was impressively built, and clearly put a lot of time into his body. 

You were going to make an idle comment about it when you notice something that gives you pause. His dick looks pretty big from this angle. He’s not even slightly hard, and you’d hazard a guess that was at least five inches…how big would he be hard? Six? Seven!?

He cleared his throat, and your jaw snapped shut hard enough to hurt your teeth a little. You met his gaze, and he hardly seemed bothered by your staring. “Something caught your eye, Maus?” he asked, turning slightly to let you have a better look at him. 

“Uh- nothing.” You tried to just avoid the conversation, going back to getting ready for a shower, stripping in a hurry, not sure if he would tease you for not being as, well…endowed as him. You almost tripped yourself taking off your boxers, making König chuckle a little.

“Easy now, Maus.” His comment earned him a glare from you. But, even though you noticed his eyes go down to your crotch for a few noticeable seconds, he never actually said anything. Bad or good. 

“Shut up…” You huff, waving him off and grabbing your towel. He chuckled and went back to getting himself dressed while you left to shower.

The thought of how big he is might linger in your mind for a while, but you're fine with that.