I know how specific this might sound so don't please don't hesitate to let this ask brew for a bit!: I'm wondering how loser!König would fair with a southern transmasc reader? Someone who's clearly backwoods country,but also cuntry, ya know? Ain't much to do other than swim in the rivers if your lucky,or check out nature if your not wanting to see the small towns scattered between said nature. Love love love your writings ofc,keep up the amazing work!
This is incredibly specific. I love it. Okay here we go I hope this tickles your fancy. Prob could be enjoyed by everyone.
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☆ Loser!König was intrigued with you right from the start. He’s never met anyone like you before.
☆ He feels so comfortable with you. It was like he could tell you anything, and you’d just nod along. Not even so much as quirking an eyebrow at the odd things he says as you wade your ankles into the creek, hunting for crawdads to make friends with, just for the fun of it.
☆ He felt like he was swept off his feet, it’s amazing how such a simple lifestyle can feel so… magical, so thrilling. A whirlwind adventure that’s makes him feel alive, but simultaneously gives him a cozy, relaxing warmth foreign to him.
☆ (He’s not really sure if it’s the lifestyle, or if it’s just you.)
☆ You were so down to earth, so genuine, and you’d accepted König for who he was. His infatuation with you started here, and snowballed rapidly, and before he knew it he was in too deep.
☆ Funny, too. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s laughed this hard, this much. It’s always a good time with you.
☆ The stargazing is his favorite part. Konig’s fingers threaded together and resting on his waist. Lying in the bed of your shoddy old pickup truck, the stars clear and beautiful in the middle of no where.
☆ It’s still hard to keep his focus on the stars when you’re right next to him, your arms folded to use your hands as a pillow, shoe absentmindedly swirling as you soak in the night sky. He can’t help the way his eyes are lingering. How his head keeps tilting to admire you, taking you in as you lay.
☆ It’s the beer, he thinks. He’s had too much. Flushing his cheeks and giving him that warm feeling in his chest.
☆ No, maybe it’s the atmosphere. It’s so romantic out here, just you and him and the night sky.
☆ No, it’s definitely you.
☆ He wants to leave his old life behind, he wants to stay out here with you forever. He wants to chase this feeling, he wants to chase you.
☆ The air between you is electric. He can’t stop thinking about how he wants to touch you. How badly he wants to hold your hand, how he has the overwhelming urge to kiss you. As he stares at you, he can’t help but wonder if you feel it too.
☆ He’s thinking about you sliding on top of him, straddling him. Grinding down on him, teasing him, his hands on your hips as you revel in his needy whines and moans. He wants you to take him - right here, right now
☆ The thought alone is enough to bring his cock to attention.
☆ “See something you like, handsome?”
☆ A cheeky grin spreads thick as you side-eye him, watching him snap his head back to the night sky, as if that was going to save him, as if you haven’t been feeling the burn of his stare this entire time.
☆ You got him, successfully flustered him, he’s sure he’s ruined it.
☆ “Well, don’t play shy now.”
☆ He doesn’t even know what to say, tongue-tied and trying to put out the heat just under his skin, but he’s only fanning the flame.
☆ He’ll carefully meet your gaze, his mouth dry and his lips twisted in worry.
☆ “S’okay.”
☆ He gives a shaky nod, hoping it’s dark enough out here that you can’t see the glow on his cheeks.
☆ A hand slips from behind your head, elbow propped up on the ribbed tailbed, wrist limp as you offer your hand.
☆ Konig swallows, eyes wide and flitting between your hand and your eyes, twinkling as they reflect the stars.
☆ “Don’t make it weird, dude. Just hold my stupid hand.”
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