#neighbor! könig

[ghouldtime]

Neighbor! König

Probably can't write a full series for this but for now HEADCANNONS

He initially moved to a residential/suburban area because of his need for privacy. He couldn't stand being in barracks provided because it's too close for comfort and there's just too many people and not enough room

He grew up in a rural village which he would really, greatly prefer but his job doesn't allow him to have that amount of space and no neighbors. The upkeep would be too much

While he doesn't have the full amount of space he'd like, it's enough to keep him busy when he's not deployed and grant him the piece of mind he needs

When he's home and in his 'residential/domestic' mode, he's not wearing the mask. That's a quick way to signal him out and lets be real, it sets off red flags. He'd rather not have the police called on what looks like a very suspicious man, thanks.

Not wearing the mask is also a good way for him to come off of 'work' mode, where he can just be himself, no covering that up.

Plus it's for safety. He knows he's taking a risk by living off of base and he's a man with many enemies. Wearing something trademarked to him in an unprepared environment is a dumb idea and is a great way to end up six feet under

His front yard is pretty minimal but he has a lovely garden in the back. Half the reason he settled on the house that he did was because of the mature trees in the backyard that reminded him of home

When you moved in, König - as much as he didn't want to, made the move to introduce himself. The main motivator wasn't out of politeness but rather necessity. Since he's away for so long, he gives out his personal number and email just in case something happens with the house

He's genuinely surprised when you react positively and even ask if there's anything he'd like you to do when he's away (like collecting his mail, watering any plants)

He's so stumped by that, not having expected such hospitality, that when you ask for his name as you enter in his contact info, his brain short circuits. He tells you it's Kevin, because it's the first K name he could think of that wasn't distinctly Germanic.

Also he doesn't want to bring anyone into his work life. He moved out into the suburbs for a reason. König is who he is on field, that's his callsign. And, once again - safety reasons. If he went around, telling people who he was, he's asking to get another target painted on his back

Though you two initially don't really talk much, you still wave when you see him or wish him a good morning. Even if he's blunt and usually brusque, you never mind it and always try to make polite conversation while respecting his boundaries and need for space

Seeing each other in the mornings becomes routine. You're up for work while he's up tending to his garden (it's better to water early morning, he insists)

He's slow to warm up but when he finally does, he's surprisingly talkative

He really opened up to you because you showed express interest in his garden and flowers alike. You always listened to his advice or would ask specific questions to get him talking and when it came to explaining things, he could talk and talk and talk

The moment he was won over though was when you asked if he'd like help weeding his garden. Taking care of it was therapeutic to him (as tedious as it might be) and wanting to actually come over and spend time with him, even if it was a "chore" made him feel something that day

Being allowed into his yard, his botanical sanctuary, is as great of an award as you can get

He finds it significantly easier to talk when his hands are busy and when there can always be things to talk about (mainly his plants, he's so proud)

You learn of his plants, the fact that he's a private contractor (he conveniently leaves out the military part), and he'll start to actually talk about himself instead of avoiding questions for once

If it weren't from exertion reddening his face already, he's sure he would've turned as red as his tomatoes when you inquired about the off handed comment about his miniatures collection

No one had ever asked him about them - or actually taken them seriously. He's used to people making fun of such hobbies

But not you, you embraced him

Seeing your face light up with amazement and hearing your specific comments about the details he made in replicas of things such as his hometown and some of the fairytale stories he liked as a kid officially had his heart feeling the warm, fuzzy feelings that he usually ignored

The next morning, he was already planting your favorite flowers in his front yard 🪻

(Part Two)

(Part Three)

[machveil]

Neighbor!König pt 2

Neighbor!König pt 1

König was a nervous mess the first few days of passing sticky notes back and forth. He didn’t understand why you were answering his little messages - leaving your own messages in turn. Although, it eased his mind knowing that you weren’t spooked by this little game that developed. He was careful, unintentionally memorizing when you came and went from your apartment so he could leave you a note or two.

He was sure the other neighbors noticed - oh, he was positive. It’s hard to ignore bright, little yellow pieces of paper stuck to a door when the hallway is drab. ‘Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s going to rain today.’, ‘There’s a sale at the coffee shop around the corner.’, or, ‘I read that book you recommended. It was good.’, cute little sentences shared between two neighbors, an unintentional show for the others on their floor. König would be embarrassed, but leaving his notes anonymously made him feel better. While the notes were very public, he had managed to keep his identity hidden - a masked man, hidden behind sticky notes and sweet words.

Maybe that’s why he got a little cocky, a little more confident - a confidence reminiscent of how he felt on the battlefield. He had managed to keep this little exchange going for a month now, well, ignoring when he was deployed - he’d always leave a note excusing his sudden departures. A few words vaguely saying he’d be back; a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest, he had something to look forward to when he came back. And, just maybe, that’s why he found himself leaving a note while you were still home. Footsteps quiet as he made the small walk to your door, just as he was about to stick the piece of paper to your door, he startled when the handle turned.

When you first saw the little pieces of paper on your front door you were amused. Attention caught with that first little note, ‘Hallo.’. Whoever had written it wrote it so small, the note underneath written a little larger. Glancing around the hall, maybe hoping someone would step out and claim “I left those”, a smile graced your lips. Taking the sticky notes off your door, you quickly made your way to a little stationary pile - you’d leave a message of your own, ‘I’m good! hope you’re doing well :)’.

And just like, after putting it on your door, you had started a routine with this mysterious messenger. You’d started to collect the little notes your pen pal left, tucked away in a drawer. Whoever left the notes got more comfortable writing them, at least, you think so. Their short, concise notes became a little longer. It went from short ‘good morning’s to sentences about the latest book they had read. It was silly, but their messages always left your heart fluttering. All things considered, whoever this was had a charm to them. You were sure it was a neighbor, the only problem was you had quite a few. There wasn’t a smooth way to bring it up in conversation either, “Hey, have we been talking to each other? I mean– you know, through sticky notes?”. So, instead, you settled for waiting. Waiting for a day when you could catch whoever this was.

It was comforting to know you had at least met all your neighbors, interacting with some more than others. Maybe it was the guy down the hall? No, he didn’t seem like the type to leave sticky notes, he’d probably just knock on your door and talk to you. It could have been the neighbor across the hall, but they weren’t home often enough to do this. Either way, you figured you’d meet them eventually. Roughly a month into this little exchange that day came. A day off of work, the sun beaming outside, it was the perfect time to treat yourself to a treat. Wallet in your back pocket, when you opened the front door you didn’t expect to be faced with a chest. Looking up with wide eyes, your shoulders relax, a soft smile tugging at your lips. König. You’d only talked to him a few times, he only gave you his name because he was stuck in an elevator with you one time - darting off to his apartment quickly when the doors opened. He didn’t talk much, could hardly maintain eye contact with you, but he was so nice. He helped you carry your groceries up to your apartment  one time, of course, he fled when you turned your back to him, but it was the thought that counted.

So when you look up at him, a greeting on the tip of your tongue, the yellow sticky note in his hand makes you pause. Lips parting, words caught in your throat, a dopey little grin settles on your lips, “König? You’re–”, but before you can speak further, he cuts you off. Hands shaky, he looks away, “Ah– nein– no, I’m–”, accent thick with stress, he takes a step back, “Scheiße– I’m sorry.”. Before you can get another word out, König turns on his heel, sticky note fluttering to the floor as he makes a break for his door. “Wait– König, come back!”, calling out, you’re met with the sound of his door slamming shut.

Brain still playing catch, your eyes dart from his door to the fallen sticky note. Heart twisting a little, you bend down to pick up the note - a little crinkled from König unknowingly clenching his hand. Sighing, you glance back at his door, lips quirked up.

‘I really like you.’ - König

[leftshoeuntied]

Good Neighbors | part five

König x Reader 

part one part two part three part four | masterlist

CW: reader has feminine pronouns, not edited (like trust me on this, I just wrote this)

note: im so sorry for putting this on the back burner for the past couple of months!! my own Carol had a really tough past few months, and after going to the hospital the first week of December, and spending the two months in the hospital/rehab, she's just now is starting to settle in back home and get back into the swing of living at home comfortably again. when I first started this, I guess I didn't realize how much this was pulling from my own relationship with her and the inevitable future with her, and it hit a bit too close to home to touch this recently, but between her being on the upswing again and the rest of the states going to shit I figured it was a good time to write and make something fun for me again. let me know your thoughts! (but also I'm so sorry for not editing this, I just wanted to get this out, and I'll probably come back to edit this at some point)

These past couple of weeks, you and König had spent almost every day together, whether working on some project around the house or Carol just convincing König to come spend time with her in the living room watching her shows, König was there. He was still that strange man you first met not too long ago, but strangely enough you’ve grown accustomed to his odd bluntness and stoicism. 

After building the ramp together, loosely using the word together – more like König taking the lead and you following his directions, you were going out of your way more to ask for his help or thoughts on projects. But in reality, you didn’t even need to ask for his help, you just had to tell him what you planned on working on that day and König would take that as invitation to take over as project leader. 

A couple of weeks ago when you first made your list with Carol on different project ideas around the house, you really did think you were capable of getting them all done on your own, because really, how hard could any of these projects be? You had youtube and google, and you weren’t the first person to try and remove an old vanity and install a new one, someone had to have posted a video on how to do it. 

Flash forward to you sitting on the ground next to the sink in the bathroom, all of the cleaning products pulled out from underneath the sink piled around, with your phone playing through your third youtube video on how to properly disconnect the water valves without flooding your bathroom. You hadn’t heard Carol invite König into the house, but sure enough there he was standing in the open bathroom doorway asking “what are you doing?” with a raised eyebrow and a slight twinge to his usually tone.

When you tried to explain your thought process on how you were going to quickly uninstall the old vanity and drag in the new one to just as quickly install the new one, he just gave you a quick scoff before adding “by yourself? Do you even know what you are doing?”

“It can’t be that hard, I’ve watched a couple videos on it” you grimace, holding your phone out to show him the now paused video. But instead of giving you a nod and leaving to go join Carol again, like he was originally invited over to do, he quickly encroached into your space, crouching and mumbling a quick ‘move over’. 

From there, he took over, explaining how what you were doing was wrong and how each of the valves needed to be adjusted, and in his mind, he really thought he was being a great teacher, but when he realized he hadn’t actually heard from you the whole time he was under the sink, he feared he might’ve accidentally overstepped and been rude, like so many in the past had told him he had. 

But when he looked back at you, you quickly moved your eyes from underneath the sink to his, giving him a quick apprehensive smile and asked ‘everything alright?”. He wasn’t prepared for you to still be invested and giving him your attention, so when you did ask him is everything okay, he just gave you a quick, curt nod before turning back to double check everything was turned off and removed from the sink so you couldn’t see the heat crawling up his neck and cheeks.

The rest of the vanity project was a foreshadowing into what was to come with the other projects in the weeks following, König using his brute strength and knowledge to take the lead and you offering your skills in a more practical sense, like offering to hold things in place or grabbing the right tool so he didn’t lose his place.

Whatever you asked him to help with he agreed to, didn’t matter the project, and there were even some days that you had to force him to put the tool bag down and call it night, remind him that you could pick up the project tomorrow, it didn’t need to be finished in one day. 

You appreciated his care for his work, he was meticulous, took the time to review each angle, cut, and drill, to make sure that each and every move was perfect. It encouraged you to do the same, even if there wasn’t as much pressure for perfection on your part. The two of you had accomplished quite a list of small projects around the house these past few weeks, like installing the new vanity and mirror in the bathroom, repainting the same bathroom, as well as painting the hallways on the first floor, setting up the bigger goals of replacing the crown moldings in the hallways, and finally making it to the upstairs bigger renovation projects for the bathroom and bedrooms up there.

At some point these past few weeks, König had gotten into the habit of just letting himself into the house in the morning, you can’t really blame him though, you know how demanding Carol can be in making sure people feel welcome. She’ll remind you with a forceful tone that you are family and welcome here whenever if she likes you, and she expects you to act that way. So, when he stepped into the kitchen to join the two of you having a cup of coffee you weren’t really shocked at his presence. 

When he asked you your plans for the day, you quickly pulled out the now ratty sticky note from your back pocket, scanning over which project would be worth it to start today, but before you could settle on one, Carol spoke up. 

“How about hanging up some curtain rods in my bedroom for me?” The two of you nodded and agreed, should be easy enough for two people to complete, especially in one day. It would be a nice break from the long-term projects the two of you have been working on so far. As you finished up your breakfasts, she explained how they were a gift from your uncle, to help her sleep in later, but he had never come back to set them up for her, so they’ve just been sitting in their original boxes on top of her dresser since then.

“We’ll take care of them, not a worry.” König replied, soothing her in the same way you were itching to, helping her out was not a nuisance to you. She took König’s words as truth and left you two to go get ready for the day, and leaving for her doctor’s appointment with a quick ‘bye’ and a ‘thank you!’.

It was easy for König and you to fall into your return when working on the home projects, it mostly consisted of him taking the lead, assessing the different requirements, and assigning different roles to you as needed – which honestly, you appreciated. There was no questioning his leadership skills, he made it clear what was expected of you, even if it was something as silly as telling him when the rod holders looked even on the wall.

“Uhh…like a fraction lower on that one” you say sitting from the end of your grandmother’s bed, currently lacing one of the curtains onto the rod, watching König stand by the end, holding the bracket to the wall, waiting with his pencil to mark to where to put the drill holes.

“Are you sure?” König pauses, taking a small step back, looking up at the area above the window, trying to assess if he really had to lower it a bit our not, trying to line up with the pencil scratch marks on the other side of the window.

Sitting up a bit you try to give it another look, but doubling down you add “no yeah, a little bit lower.”

König gives it one more look, but when he steps forward back up to the window to make the marks through the bracket, you can hear mutter something along the lines of well alright, and scratches the pencil through the holes of the bracket to mark where the screws will go. 

You finish lacing the second curtain onto the rod, and hop off the bed to join König by the window. Stepping up onto your stool next to him, nearing his height, but still not very close, you say “it’s crazy how tall you are.”

“It’s crazy how short you are,” König responds bluntly, plainly, and you would’ve annoyed if it weren’t for the small smirk growing on his lips. König asks you to hand him the right side’s bracket and holds the bracket up the guiding marks, “hand me the drill?” You nod and quickly grab the drill off of the dresser, handing it off to him. Wordlessly, your hand replaces his on the bracket, as you plop the screws into his outstretched hand. Easily, the drill whirls to life and the first screw goes without a concern, and then the second just as easily, but before the third, he pauses.

You notice König wince out of the corner of your eye, “you alright?” you ask still holding the curtain bracket up to the wall. He gives you a small nod and a gruff mhm, before tossing the drill softly onto your grandmother’s dresser. “Give me a second” he says lowly, while rolling his left shoulder back. Re-adjusting your stance on the stepstool, keeping one hand on the bracket, you turn your body to side to check him over, ‘you sure?’ you ask one more time nervously.

“hmph, uh think you can handle the rest of them?” König asks unwillingly, pretending to scratch at his shoulder, while really adjusting it one more time. 

“Oh yeah, of course, can’t be too hard” you nod a König with a smile, as he reaches around you to grab the drill. Placing it your hand, he switches spots with you, now holding the bracket with his good arm, as you hold the drill in one hand and the screw in the other. 

König talks you through the process, ‘you want a 90-degree angle, higher, alright stop, slowly press the trigger down while pushing in slightly’, keeping his free hand just slightly above your hip, just in case you lose your balance. And just like that the first bracket is free standing on it’s against the wall. Smiling happily at him, you jump down from the step stool and drag it over with you to the other side of the window. The way he was smiling back at you in this moment made it hard to determine if his shoulder was still giving him trouble or not.

König attempts to let you try to do the whole bracket on your own this time, but he can’t help still slightly mumbling directions in your ear, blushing brightly when you side eye him. “I’ve got it” you mumble, your eyes moving back forward to focus on the screws ahead of you. König gives you a small nod and soft ‘mhm’ but doesn’t move his hand away from the small of your back, that just so happened to slide there…he just has to make sure you don’t fall off the stool. It’s not safe…that’s why.

After the curtain was fixed safely to the wall, and you were safely off the stepstool back on solid ground, you turned to König and saw him adjusting his shoulder once again. “So, what happened with your arm?” 

“My shoulder,” he corrects, “and it’s nothing just messed it up at work is all.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” you mutter a bit, while packing the drill and screws back into the tool bag off of Carol’s dresser, “that why you’ve been home?”

“Uh, yeah” König pauses softly, before going on to explain how he’s military, and gives you very surface level information on what his work includes, and how he hurt his shoulder and ribs. He lets on more information though about his plans for physical therapy soon, and how once that’s done, he’ll finally being able to get back to work. “Well, it’s not that I haven’t enjoyed the time off, I’ve enjoyed helping you and Carol with the projects around the house, it’s just…” König stumbles over his words a bit, and pause trying to think of his next words carefully, not to offend you or Carol.

“You like the routine?” you ask, König responding with a well yes, I guess so. “So, do you want me to get you some ice? Or I guess a heating pad would probably be better for you…” You say stepping out of your grandmother’s room, not even waiting to hear his response, as you were already on your way to the medical closet in your bathroom to grab the heating pad. And yet König just follows you softly, not questioning you, even if he’s slightly uncomfortable with someone doting on him. 

Heating pad in hand, you quickly turn out of the bathroom, letting out a soft ‘-oop’, not expecting the brick wall of a man to be right around the corner, waiting for you. “Oh geez, sorry I wasn’t expecting you there!” you laugh softly, brushing off the encounter, not noticing the slight pink hue crawling up his neck and cheeks, “go sit on the couch, we’ll get you settled with the heating pad there” adding with little room for questioning. You shoo him along and force him to settle on the couch, letting out a quick ‘it’s not a problem’, when you catch him mumbling a soft thank you when you get the heating pad set up snugly on his shoulder. 

“Can I grab you something?” You say stepping back from his space on the couch, looking down with a smile, and list off his options “food, drinks, you water?” He’s quick to give you a quick polite no I’m okay, you don’t have to, but you brush it off with a promise of a water and something for him to snack on.

König not used to someone just being kind to him and doting him, it makes his chest heavy and his head swirl a bit. No one’s really cared for him like this before, at least not outside of his family. Thankfully you return back to the living room spritely and knock him out of his spiral of thoughts of what these feelings might just mean to him. After placing the food in front of him, you quickly grab the blankets tossed softly across Carol’s chair next to couch, just now noticing how messy the area seemed to have gotten recently.

“Are you going to sit and join me?” He asks looking at the plate of fruits, veggies, and cheeses you placed in front of him and up to you with a shy smile.

“Uh yeah” you noticing that he quickly glanced to the open “just one second” you say before finishing placing the folded blanket back on the arm of Carol’s seat, debating whether to squeeze into the spot next to him on the couch, or to sit an awkward length away in Carol’s seat. Thankfully you’re saved from the weighty decision as you notice Carol’s car roll into her parking spot in the driveway. “Oh, she’s home, one second” you leave König on the couch, and prance over to the front door to help Carol into the house. 

Just from the way she slammed her car door, you can tell the doctor’s appointment must’ve gone a different way than she expected. König watches you guide her in to the house, helping her shake off her coat, before giving her the same script offering her food and drink, while helping her settle into her chair. Carol just nods along, and once she settled, you step back to head into the kitchen, that’s when you ask your questions, trying to figure out what lead to her to feel so upset. ‘Everything okay? …how was the doctor’s appointment?...she say anything important?’

Carol just brushes you off with a muttered ‘everything is fine’, and when you re-enter the living with a plate of snacks for her and a smile, asking ‘everything?’ where she lets you in

about her how glucose levels and limiting sweets ‘but really that’s it’. You give her a look not fully believing her but relent nonetheless, trying to ask casually you say “so did she send you home with the print out with the summary of the appointment?” as you place the food in front of her, on her tray and step back to lean against the doorframe. 

In the past, Carol has been a bit accidentally forgetful on what her doctor has mentioned to her at these meetings, so it was part of the agreement that she would bring home a summary of the appointment if she wouldn’t let you join her at the appointment, but most recently, she just has been accidentally forgetting those too or the office just ran out of printer ink and she just didn’t feel like waiting. But this time, she doubles down with a “just leave it, she said everything’s fine” in a tone you haven’t heard since you were a little kid. 

You honestly forgot that König was still resting on the couch until you heard him awkwardly readjust, too caught up in your conversation with Carol. And it seems Carol felt the same - “oh, my goodness what happened to you everything alright?” she asked him in a much more positive tone, like the previous conversation had not happened, pointing to the heating pad resting on his arm. His eyes quickly shifted from you to Carol, back to you, but when you turned to head back into the kitchen, he explained to her casually what had happened to his shoulder, not with as much detail as he had done with you just earlier that day.

divider by @/riottsrph (thank you!!)

[illusivedelights]

Call of Neighbors (König & Horangi Neighbors!AU)

Part 1

.....ok this one's really more for me. I just think they're both neat and I like 'em. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)(⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

They're roommates in this AU! But not in that way y'all. This house is a nightmare LOL.

König

He is either somehow the most unassuming giant of a man or the most unintentionally really awkwardly off-putting guy you're going to meet.

Honestly it's not intentional, he just kind of doesn't know how to act properly/is slightly tone deaf.

He's quiet for odd pauses because he's either trying to practice what he says in his head or he's overthinking it a little.

He honestly hides his social anxiety well if you get him to talk. He'll sound pretty confident when he speaks/can come off a little arrogant (but that's really his way of masking his anxiety. 'If I sound confident enough, they can't tell' mentality.).

It's a hard adjustment and can piss some off, but when you look underneath it, it has sound reasoning and sincerity.

Lot of folks find him either a bit tough to approach or deal because they don't want to go beyond the superficial and he's kind of got a not so good rep, but he's used to it.

Honestly the really old folks are probably the ones who understand him the best/look past all the nonsense. He finds comfort in it and looks after them in his own way.

People always assume the worst in what he's doing, but then they see he's actually just doing normal stuff. It's a bit of a running gag. ("OMG! He's totally getting ready to bury a body!!" Actually he's trying to rake this elderly neighbor's yard because she's in a lot of pain, he just forgot to let her know he was doing it, and also he's a dingus that just makes it look like that).

You're gonna know cause you're gonna see this oaf awkwardly hang around and look like he's trying to do something. (He is trying to approach you, he really just doesn't know how.) He wants to show off to you about all the cool things he knows and can do and will talk to you for what seems like ages. (But it can come off abrasive and strongly opinionated)

It's his way of saying he wants to spend time with you and likes you. (And dear God if you can make it past it, still like him and interact again, he's sold).

Hobbies

Housekeeping (Ok hear me out, he's a pretty clumsily dressed guy and joined the military at stupid young teen age; but I think people would complain and once he moved out, he was like oh.)

Cooking (He's not really happy with the quality of food/lack of food he wants, so he has a "Well I'll make it myself then"/"They can't make it like home")

Antique/ Item Hunting (He likes trying to find things that remind him of home or his childhood or fits a specific niche he enjoys).

Community Service (mostly helping the neighborhood. He likes keeping it nice and safe.......in more ways than one)

Competitive Games (He's kinda garbo though, but trying to get better. But he can't help but get competitive regardless. Heskindaasoreloserthough.)

General Perception

That One Creepy Big Guy Who Doesn't Talk a Whole Lot.

Big Guy

Terminator

Lovely Young Man/Strapping Lad (by the elderly folks he helps)

Horangi

Neighborhood's local really aggressive Korean man. He's not even angry most times, he just talks like that.

He just doesn't like wasting time, and in his mind time is precious for everyone so he just doesn't mince words and just wants to get to the point. ("Tell me what I need to do to fix it and I'll do it.")

This behavior can be misinterpreted, so people assume he's just being insufferable.

I think he's actually really popular with cranky old men because he can keep up with them, throw it back easily and they don't take any offense to it. Do not approach if they're all shooting the shit, the conversation is indeed insufferable. (Good men but Jesus, they can complain).

Didn't want to bother with the pain of fronting the cost of living fully by himself , so he approached König about it because honestly König isn't too much of a hassle to him.

Left to his own devices, he's doing side gigs a lot, so he's in and out a lot of times.

He is a good character foil to König being the way he is and they bring out very honest facets of one another by accident. If you wanna speed run seeing their personality, just hang out with the two of them.

People jokingly wonder if he's a K-Pop idol because he often wears his sunglasses and a face mask. (It actually kind of annoys him because he's trying to keep a low profile and it's also been said mockingly to him too many times.)

Despite not being home a lot, he's actually really tidy and a neat freak. He will get slightly exasperated by uncleanliness or if certain things aren't the way he wants it.

You'll know with him because you make him pause. He's pretty much snappy with everything, so if you actually make him go quiet and think, you got him hooked. This man's tone and actions will be a bit more.....deliberate in between his usual self.

He is actually surprisingly clingy but in the way of "I want to be around you a lot during my few free moments, even if it's not doing anything productive" You make him actually want to waste time.

Hobbies

Cars (I feel like he has a light fascination with cars and mechanics of it, probably a 'I don't have this so it's fascinating' note. He wouldn't want to own one, but he has appreciation for sports cars)

Boxing/Sparring (A way to get out some aggression at times and solitary so he doesn't have to worry about most things. Probably a meditative act)

Cleaning (Probably a habit of covering his tracks, and is just oddly really good at it)

Side Gigs (they're mostly legal, trying to stay on the up and up, old money making day habits die hard, he's the guy who knows a guy from these things)

General Perception

That One Angry Korean Prick

Loud Guy

Angry Idol

Mr. Sensitive (sarcasm)

Bonus: The Roommates' Dynamic

Obviously this one's a bit special because they share space. So, extra HC time!

At a surface level, you'll think they probably actually hate each other because of how aggressive they talk and seem to butt heads.

But in reality, it's just two really nitpicky and straightforward people bantering. Plus working in the line of field they do, they're just both solution oriented and way too comfortable using coarse language with each other. ("Why the HELL is your shit laying around on the floor?" "I literally just put it down, I'm cleaning the tabletops?" "YOU DON'T THROW IT ON THE GROUND." "IT WASN'T THROWN." etc.)

Despite how they are, nothing's ever done in genuine mean spirit. They're just honestly two guys who are bad at talking in different ways but they mean well ......in their own way.

König is definitely more of a homebody and the common areas are more of his style of decorating. They actually have somewhat similar tastes so it works out, but if you look closely you'll see bits of Horangi's flare. ("I'm hardly around. Decorate how you want.")

They're particular about cleanliness in their own different ways, so they clash.

Both are living in a place with no family/have no family, so they're each other's emergency contacts.

It's definitely more of a roommate/coworker you live with situation. They don't actually have many hobbies they share.

They kind of keep each other in check honestly.

OK I FEEL THAT'S ENOUGH FOR THIS POST. IF ANYONE ELSE WANNA KNOW MORE JUST IDK. ASK. OR ILL POST ANOTHER LATER.

[velvet-paradox]

Oohhh he's on his way 🫡😏

[bewdite-spacey-coffee]

Magma party yippee

[ivymarquis]

Hey! Can we have a snippet of Price fucking hates his neighbors bf?? 😂

Absolutely you can 😎😎

His neighbor is clearly used to Price being deployed.

She’s a sweet thing, really, and on the whole isn’t that disagreeable of a neighbor.

He just has one problem with her that is a thorn in his fucking side- her boyfriend.

The boyfriend was not an issue when they first met- wasn’t in the picture at all.

And no John most assuredly hasn’t had it out for the guy since Day 1. The fact that John had gathered himself up to ask his pretty neighbor out when he came back from his latest mission, only to find out about the new boyfriend, does not color his impression of the other man. He’s a grown man and this is not the first time his advances have been turned away for whatever reason.

But there are, to his knowledge, no true redeeming qualities about the man and he is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

Ask me about my WIPs!

[ghouldtime]

Neighbor! König Part 2

Part One

Part Three

After you expressed interest in his miniature collection, he actually actively OFFICIALLY invited you over one evening (and inside!)

It may not sound like much to most to be invited into someone's house but for him, it's the ultimate trust. His house is his private space, his sanctuary, where he goes to be without other people

He doesn't ever invite anyone inside unless necessary or they've truly gained his trust and being invited INTO his house, and actually into a shared space of one of the hobbies that matter the most to him?? Yeah, that's how he says he likes you

He's been working on his models and dioramas for so so long he's incredibly proud and can't help but to want to actually show them off to someone who wants to see

Usually most people don't care :( or think it's weird

But you've embraced it! You're so excited and he's over the moon, he's having the best day ever, if you do research and bring him gifts or show him some new ideas

He has exquisite attention to detail and INSISTS on everything being exactly the way he envisions it. And you notice! You actually notice. Which means you care about his hobbies, the work he puts in, and therefore him

It might be a bit early to say the L word but he's feeling certain ways

He may be a big dude but that doesn't mean he lacks fine motor skills. He's laying those tiny pieces of moss onto the cobble stones like a PRO

Miniatures allow him control over the environment, even if it's on a smaller scale, and offer a way to keep his hands and mind busy so he often throws himself into it

It also helps him relive happier memories. He's afraid of forgetting them and when he's stressing, it's his happy place because he can look at them and simply remember the things in life that matter

He'll ask you about a story you like or a favorite show or book or movie. That's his next miniature planned (in secret. Can't ruin the surprise, he needs to have it all perfect. He will either read the book, watch the movie, will study EVERY detail)

He will start to invite you over when he's having a painting night or is working on them. You don't have to follow his rules or do what he wants! He's just happy you're there and appreciating it

He will always have your favorite snacks and drinks in stock too. Need to make it fun and can't have you going hungry

If you want, he'll put on background noise! He's happy to make it immersive and to light a candle or put something in a diffuser to really set the scene you're going for. But he's perfectly happy to hangout with you as is

You'll finally get to hear him laugh and hear his really, really bad jokes. He has a dry sense of humor and most of what he says isn't even close to funny, he's awkward like that

But if you laugh? That's it, he's sold.

Time flies so fast when you're over, you don't even realize it's 3am

You don't need to go home! I know it's right across the street but he has a guest room and it saves you the trip in the morning. You have a whole nother round of characters to paint :)

Okay maybe it was an excuse so you could see the curtains he'd made and the pillows and he decorated the guest room with! Like actually tried decorating. They're made with love, that's what counts right?

Did he spray the pillows with his cologne before you came over? Maybe, but he won't ever admit to it

You can't complain. Not when he insists it's no trouble at all, you should stay over, and he does everything he can to make you comfortable.

And you're certainly not complaining when you wake up to breakfast in bed

He's so happy to finally have someone to share his life with, even if it's nothing official. He might not say it because words are hard, but he'll always show it in every way that he can 💚

If you look closely at the replica he made of his childhood home, you'll notice two figures in the kitchen who just so happen to look like you and him

Proud believer of König being just a guy! A guy with hobbies! A guy with a calm domestic life! Just because he's a private military contractor doesn't mean he's a constantly violent dude or a guy who lacks an immense amount of respect for boundaries. Sure, he gets really into his job when he does it, but that's his realm! That's his zone. That's why he's confident and having fun, he knows he's good

Outside of work, he's just a guy with a troubled childhood making the best of life and trying to find his own sense of belonging, happiness, and peace

Justice for König, he's not an insane perv or some freakytron or some stalker :(

[powerfultenderness]

Neighbor König

Main series: F!Civilian!Reader/König. 

Note: Reader is an English speaker/doesn’t understand more than the smallest of German words (yes/no/good night/morning, things like that). When König speaks German, it’ll be in italics. 

Bed (T+) 

Laundry (Explicit 18+)

Bar (Explicit 18+)

(update:02/06/24: re-working the outline so that the main story is 2 chapters only. Events in Laundry will instead be turned into blurbs). 

Blurbs: Take place between chapters 1 and 2.

Sucker (T+)

Savior  (T+)

Another Guy (T+)

Shopping (T+)

Dream (Mature 18+)

Parcel (Mature 18+)

Ex (Mature 18+)

Taste (Explicit 18+. continuation of Ex)

Lunch (T+)

Exchange (Mature 18+) [Deleted scene]

Chauncey (T+)

(False) Intruder (T+)

Special (T+)

Translation (Mature 18+)

Hurt (Mature 18+)  

You are my Princess (Mature 18+)

A Good Boy (Mature 18+)

Showers and Daisies (Explicit 18+)

Storm (actual) (Mature 18+)

Return (T+)

That Time... (Mature 18+)

Storm AU (Not quite part of the series, but still neighbor!Reader.) [König's past relationships HC's]

[AO3]

[Multi-fandom Masterlist]

[machveil]

How would poor Neighbor Konig react to getting ready to put another sticky note on your door only to see a relatively good looking guy leaving your apartment (Spoiler it's your brother or Smth)

I feel like The poor Lil guy would be devastated. 😭

HYPOTHETICALLY (because I think I’d cry if I actually wrote that canonically lmfao)

after catching him, Neighbor!König is a nervous wreck :( he worked up the confidence to put a sticky note on your door while you were home and you opened it? he’s devastated thinking you’re completely turned off - I mean, he’s the one that you’ve been talking to… and he ran away. he was barely brave enough to sign his name on the last sticky note, he’s sure that after finding out he was your mysterious penpal you’re completely disenchanted

Neighbor!König doesn’t have the nerve to leave his apartment for a couple days, anxious that he’d catch you in the hall or elevator. so when he finally calms down enough to leave another note, an apology, and sees a man - not a neighbor, just some guy - leave your apartment? his poor heart sinks

and it’s too late to go back inside! the man that’s closed the door to your apartment saw and made eye contact with him! Neighbor!König is absolutely distraught, did this guy know about your sticky note exchange? would he tell you he saw your neighbor holding a sticky note? would you never talk to König again? would you move or call him a creep? his thoughts spiral in a matter of seconds

quiet as ever, he quickly walks past… whoever that was. mood soured, tears brimming against his waterline, he b-lines for the stairwell. Neighbor!König, simply sits down and waits. waits for that man to take the elevator and leave. sticky note clutched in his now sweaty palm, his sighs

‘sorry, Liebling’ - König

[leftshoeuntied]

Good Neighbors | part one

König x Reader 

part two part three

CW: reader has feminine pronouns, mostly plan on this just being fluff but will include angst and minor character death in future parts (wanted to give a fair warning just in case it makes you uncomfortable!) 

please let me know if I missed anything that should be listed in the warnings though!

also I didn’t edit I’m sorry I’ve re-written this like six times so I just need to get this out haha

With a creak of his bones and a groan, König stretched out in his bed early one morning, wincing at the pull in his left shoulder and the stabbing feeling in his chest with each breath. If those two places hurt less, he probably would’ve noticed the knots in his lower back more but his brain was used to writing out the dull pains his body holds.

As he gotten older, his back has started to hurt more regularly but sleeping on the soft mattress back in his home, well house, only emphasized the pain. House, not home, because he had plans when he had bought this property to turn into a home years ago, make it a side project on times not on mission to create the life he always wanted. Even buying a soft large mattress for the main bedroom, figuring his partner would want a soft mattress, opposite of what he’s used to sleeping on but like the saying goes – soft wife, soft life, and that’s all he would want for his dream wife. 

But like the rest of his dream, the house fell to the backburner, a burning reminder on what could’ve been for him but didn’t come to be. If he could’ve made the base his permanent address, he would’ve sold the house already, but unfortunately, his boss said no. He’s held on to it since then, but still, he’s spent most of his time on base, always coming up with a new excuse on why he needed to stay so close to his work. 

Unfortunately for König though, he had been sent home on medical leave against his will after a broken rib and an injury to the left shoulder that left his body badly bruised and sore. But to him it was a worse punishment to be forced home for six weeks for rest and rehabilitation with physical therapy before he could officially be let out back onto the field. 

Part of him just wishes they would’ve done the surgery to fix his shoulder, instead of waiting to heal on its own. At least then it would’ve had a more distinct schedule of when he can get back to normal, but all he hears from his doctors now is that it’s a low-grade separation, and they hope he should be healed in 6 weeks. We’ll see. He thought to himself as he thanked his doctor gruffly and rolled his neck adjusting to the new brace on shoulder, he’s at least grateful they didn’t force a sling on him, they probably knew he wouldn’t have worn it.

At least the physical therapy for the last two weeks would force him out of the house and into a routine again, but until then? König didn’t know what to do with himself for the next six weeks.

He didn’t have many friends in the area, most of the people he considered close were back on base or getting ready to be sent off on a mission, and there weren’t many people in the neighborhood that he actually knew or spoke to.

The neighborhood was a quiet one, filled with elderly couples, their children already have moved out to have their own families. The older couples would give König a quick smile and wave if they were in their front yards while he was on his way out of the neighborhood, or a jog, but he wasn’t getting invited to the neighbor’s holiday parties. He was okay with that; he didn’t really want to speak with them either. He was fine with just a mutually respectful relationship without them prying into his business.

It was different with his elderly neighbor Carol though. Carol lived at the end of the street with him, across the road from, and from his first day in the neighborhood, she was quick to learn more about the quiet big brute across from her. 

“Good morning, König! It’s good to see you!” His elderly neighbor Carol calls from the driver’s window her car with a smile and a wave, idling in front of his driveway. Any other one of his neighbors, he probably would’ve given them a curt nod before turning away from them, but not Carol. 

Carol was one of the few bright spots for him in this neighborhood, and one of the few reasons he even did come back to his house at times. 

He had done some projects for her over the years, and even while he was gone, he made sure she was still taken care of. Like during the winter, he always made sure she had her driveway plowed, whether it be done by him while he is home, or mistakenly telling the plow truck driver her address instead of his own. He’s helped her keep the gutters clean around her house, cleared the drains at the end of their driveways during any storms, and even helped her clean out the basement when she had some water damage after an issue with her water line.

Carol reminded him of his own grandmother who has since passed and felt it was important to take care of her since he’s never seen any of her own family looking out for her. When he has been invited into her house for meals or to offer his help with projects, he’s seen the numerous family photos, numbers of photos should young children smiling, weddings, and graduations but of all the times he’s been over to help, never once had he heard about any of them visiting her. He can’t help the protectiveness he feels over her, and the frustration he feels thinking about her family just forgetting about her and what he wouldn’t give to be back with his Oma.

“Guten morgen Carol, it’s good to see you, how are you?” König jogging softly over to her from his front steps and meeting her at her car window.

“Ah I’m doing well, but I’m not too sure about you, hm?” She says while eyeing the brace on his shoulder. “I always get so nervous for you, hon, I’m glad you’re home safe though.” She says giving him that maternal look but grabbing his wrist with an endearing squeeze. 

“Anyways I’m off to my doctor’s appointment, you’ll have to come by for dinner sometime soon while you’re still home, alright dear?”

“Yes ma’am.” König gives a small smile and nod, knowing she’ll follow up with a call to tell him when he’s supposed to be at her house. She pulls her arm away with a smile, getting ready to put her window back but as König goes to turn back to his mailbox she quickly stops and calls out.

“Oh! And if you see someone pull into my driveway while I’m not home, don’t worry! It’s just my granddaughter. She’s going to be staying with me for a bit, working on some projects around the house. I’ll have to introduce the two of you, she’s just the sweetest!”

König gives her a smile and nod as she pulls away, but he can’t help the feeling of trepidation building up his spine. Granddaughter? He never met any of her grandkids, not that he spent much time at his house, but he spent enough time to know Carol and how she always wished her family visited her more, so why now?

Carol doesn’t need her granddaughter to come over and work on projects around the house, he can do that, he’s been doing them for her for the past couple of years and now he’s even got the time to start the larger projects he promised. He’s looking forward to the dinner with Carol and her granddaughter just so he can figure out why this granddaughter did decide to finally show up.

divider by @/riottsrph (thank you!!)

[konigsluv]

MDNI!! DARK THEMES!!

NEIGHBOR!König x Horny!Reader

Neighbor!König jerks off with his ear pressed against the wall, listening to his horny neighbor at it again...

contains: m!masturbation, lewd thoughts

Oh, you dirty little maus....

Why must you do this to him? Don't you know how thin these walls are?

Yet every night, every single fucking night your soft moans penetrate his ears and wear him down until he's nothing but a slobbering mess against his wall.

And tonight was no different. He could hear that little vibrating toy of yours that you rub against your clit- mewling little words of pleasure, begging for a man to come stuff your leaking cunt.

König so wanted it to be him. He wanted to march down the hall, pound on your door, and force you down onto that squeaking bed of yours.

Now he was pressed against the wall, his ear listening desperately as his hand pumped beads of cum out of his cock. His saliva dribbled onto the wall, and he pressed his cock against the cold surface- wishing it wasn't there to separate the two of you.

He could hear your moans pick up in pace and knew you were close to your finish- but he wasn't even close to his. Please little maus, go further, cum again, then again and again until you're crying from overstimulation.

Please fuck yourself on your fingers, imagining that it was your neighbor that was shoving his too big cock into your tight cunt.

"mehr, gib mir mehr baby...." he cooed to himself quietly as he practically rutted against the wall.

"yes!" your muffled gasp came from behind the wall and König almost choked on his breath. You came, he knew it, and he knew what it sounded like.

"schmutzige schlampe, will dich stopfen...." he groaned under his breath as he fucked his cock into his two fists- one not being enough to cover the area of his thick shaft.

Fuck maus, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

How can you do this every night and smile and greet him in the morning like nothing? Why not hold yourself accountable for the blood you send to his groin?

After all, you are responsible for how he acts. Might as well help him by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. All he wants is to see your glassy eyes, lashes brimming with tears, and the lewd sounds that came from your throat as you gagged on his length.

Oh god, he could feel it creeping up, that sweet release that would drip down his wall. With a low groan, and the furrow of his brows an orgasm ripped through him.

It causes his hips to rut once, twice more against the wall before his cum shot out in hot, sticky, white ropes. König panted, watching as his release slid down the wall; he cursed himself; such fucking pervert.

He's such a fucking pervert.

But so are you.

MASTERLIST

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[tacticalprincess]

pervy neighbor könig who fists his meaty cock to the sight of his cute virgin neighbor humping their pillow every day, unintentionally putting on a show for him ໒꒰ྀི › ⸝⸝ ก꒱ྀི১ he can’t help himself, you just look so adorable, the thrust of your hips erratic and clumsy. what did you expect, leaving your curtains cracked like that?

the frustrated look you wear when he catches glimpses of your face tells him you haven’t felt the full extent of pleasure before, never yet been full and fucked properly. he imagines himself under you, guiding your movements and teaching you the right rhythm, showing you the world you’re missing out on. maybe one day he’ll be able to give you the real thing and satiate your incessant craving once and for all…

[quarterlifekitty]

Based on this post by @machveil

CBF dynamics

Gaz and you literally shared a playpen. Next door neighbors and best friends for the first 5 years of your life. Yes, he cried his eyes out when your family moved. After a long time, you became a name. A babyish face next to his in old photographs. His mom would go on and on about how cute you were together— even to girls he brought over. It wasn’t until years later when he did a double take— he saw your name next to a photo in some briefing forms. Priority target. To be secured at all costs. Well, it had been a while. A reunion was in order.

Soap was attached to you at the hip from the first day of preschool. And you stayed friends through till middle school. That’s when he started drifting, preferring to hang out with guys who pointed at you and all your other developing classmates in gym, whispering and laughing to themselves, hitting each other on the shoulder. Until he basically ignored you. Which he came to regret pretty quickly into highschool. He clocks you easily when he’s visiting home— the same local deli you used to haunt all the time as kids. He smiles to himself. You’ll give him a chance to make things right, won’t you?

Simon has kept up with you for years. Not that you know that. He used to use your house as a refuge from his own. He ran away so quickly when he enlisted, and you didn’t blame him. You lost all contact, but he continued to look you up. Just to make sure nothing has happened. He doesn’t think you’d be able to look at him anymore with who he is now. His inability to have a decent conversation isn’t as cute as it used to be, for one. But maybe you’ll prove him wrong.

Price’s mom and your mom were best friends. You got along very well, and when you matured things got on the edge of going further, but it never really ended up happening. You were separated by your careers, and before you knew it, he was married. You lost your chance, moved on, got married yourself. When he meets you again, he’s got a divorce and a few relationships that ended in screaming matches under his belt. You’re a widow with a toddler and a seven year old. Maybe things will work out differently this time?

König got made fun of for staying friends with a girl for as long as he did, but he didn’t care— he’d get made fun of regardless, at least this way he had someone to play dolls with. When you were four you got married in the backyard with a bunch of pansies for a bouquet. He’s been in love with you ever since. Of the scant personal effects he brings to and from the base, your letters probably take up the most space. One day he’ll pluck up the courage to come see you, and hope you’ll still see him as the same boy that you married.

Nikolai’s father was friends with yours. You spend summers together. He used to try to get you into trouble, with the animosity growing between the two of you as your feelings developed. He doesn’t see you for decades— not until your father dies and you’re put in charge of handling his estate. And he wonders if you always looked so weary of the world. A vision despite it all, but so much has been forced upon you so quickly. He gets the uncanny feeling that he wants to be someone for you to lean on.

[shotmrmiller]

Masterlist

18+ Blog! MDNI

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I'm your only situationship

Mistress

Inevitable

Situationship into Relationship

Tormented by a Ghost

Submitting to his dominance , part 2, part 3

Please stop staring (or don't)

Good thing we're all dogs

Not a dog, but a rat, part 2

Uninvited, unexpected

Big man, Big mouth

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Maybe Dessert first

John 'just the tip' MacTavish

You'd look better as mine

John Price

Happy trails, John

Loba

Soulmate AU part 1, part 2

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A chance encounter

Drabbles

Ghost being a toxic ex

Ghost with pre-parenthood

141!spotter Simon

141!spotter John

Dom!Ghost

cbf!Johnny

pathetic!Simon

pathetic!Simon extra

pathetic!Simon 1.2

pathetic!Simon 1.3

pathetic!Simon monopolizing you

blindfolded

König

cbf!johnny 1.1

cbf!johnny 1.2

Alpha!Ghost

Alpha!Ghost 1.2

pup!Ghost ask

cbf!simon dbd inspire

neighbor ghoap x reader

neighbor ghoap x reader 1.1

cbf!simon would kill for you

biblically accurate simon

davy jones!simon

ups!simon

cbf!simon teaches you everything

ex-husband simon

ex-husband simon with a twist

simon's not a guy you take home

pen pal simon, 1.2

hate sex ex bf ghost

wrong number w/ simon

single dad simon and related asks

ghoap :)

Reqs

Ghost NSFW

Best friend!Johnny & FWB!Simon AU

Ghost is the unexclusive fwb

Ghoap x reader

Johnny helps with your monthly

You don't need anyone else but us

Escort AU

Needs must, part 2, part 3 (simon, johnny, simon)

Sensual Domination (kyle)

Price

Pet!Reader

Simon meets John's cat

Simon plays with John's cat

Betrayal pet au

Betrayal pet au 1.2

Betrayal pet au 1.3

The boys take you from your old owner

Old owner sees you with the boys

The boys take care of you

Taken to a new home

John doesn't come home to his kitten

Pet needs comfort

Pets exchange hands

Johnny gets himself a fox

Bun waits for Gaz to come home

Multiverse COD

'09 Ghost's wife meets '22 Ghost, part 2, part 3 pre part4, part 4

multiverse asks

Pornstar!AU

pornstar ghost, part 2, part 3

ps!ghost and of!reader prompt

ps!ghost and of!reader, 1.2, 1.3

[latenightdaydreams]

Please write about curvy reader with her 3 inches dick husband, Konig is reader's neighbor then helps her what's real sex feel like with his 10 inches cock😩

Can you imagine to difference😮‍💨 I'd want to cuck my husband🤭🤭🩷🩷

Let Me Love You Right (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, cheating

2.9k word count

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You’ve been married to Chris for eight years now, you both got married young and he’s your first and only. To say sex has been lack-luster… would be kind. You both waited for marriage, Chris’s idea. That meant you fell in love with him FOR him. You try to remind yourself that every day since finding out Chris only has a 3-inch cock.

Every time you have sex, you lie there looking at the ceiling while Chris moans loudly and gets off in six minutes. He doesn’t know where the clit is either and his finger game is weak. He just isn’t good in bed. The fact you catch him staring at a very slender woman online adds to it all, you’re a thick and curvy woman. He makes you feel rejected so it’s hard to enjoy anything with him. At some point you began to question if maybe you’re truly asexual because you became so turned off to sex and to him.

Then one day, your new neighbor moved in. You were sitting on your couch sipping coffee as you watched a moving truck pull in. You thought nothing of it and went on with your day. Your husband left for work so you decided to go outside and water your garden. You haven’t worked the last three years; you both have been trying for a baby, but nothing has happened yet. You’ve learned how to fill your time with small hobbies.

You got dressed in comfortable clothes and went outside. You turned the water on and began to pull the hose. As you pulled, it got stuck. Assuming you were outside alone, you began to curse the water hose, bending over to fix it and struggling. Just then you heard the sexiest Austrian accent from behind you.

König was about to go on a walk when he saw you leave your house, wearing tight black biker shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Your body was…perfection. He stood watching your breast bounce slightly with every step you take. Your hips sway so gracefully side to side. He picked the right house to move into. Hearing your struggle snapped him out of his lustful day dreams and began to approach you.

“Do you need help? Miss?”

He looked down at you, his eyes traveling over the curve of your plump ass. Imagining how soft it would feel to squeeze. When you turned to face him, his eyes dropped to your breast. Again, his mind went to imagining his hands squeezing them. He’s a man with big hands, and your breasts look like the perfect size to fill them.

As you turn your eyes meet the most beautiful sleepy pale blue eyes you’ve ever seen. The man towered over you as if you were a tiny ant. His body is massive and solid looking. His blonde hair was shining in the bright morning sun. His face is handsome, rugged, with some scarring. You felt yourself get turned on for the first time in years.

“N- no, I’ve got it. Thank you.” You caught his eyes wandering over your body.

“I’m König, I just moved in next door.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m y/n.” You put your hand in his, it looked so small. “The accent, are you German?”

“Austrian.” His thin lips pulled into a small smirk.

“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled from embracement.

“It’s okay, the accents sound similar.” He chuckled as well.

You both stood there for a while just letting your eyes drink the other in. You could cut the tension with a knife. His blue eyes returned to yours and he gave you a small smile. The rest was history. Everyday after your husband leaves for work, you’d see each other. Drink coffee together, he’d help you garden, just talking about your personal lives. Nothing sexual. That was until today.

Sitting at his kitchen table with him as you sip your coffee and chat just like you both always seemed to do. Today was different though, you both being more outwardly flirty with one another.

“Your husband is a lucky man Maus, I’d love a curvy housewife.” His eyes travel down to your cleavage before back up to your eyes.

His comment makes you blush, you playfully nudge his arm. “Yeah right.”

“No really, I bet he is all over you.”

“Not really,” you tap your nails on the mug in your hands.

“No?” König tilts his head, he’s aware that he’s prying but he can’t fathom a man having you and not being obsessed.

“Nope…” You look into his eyes. You debate on whether or not you want to disclose all of your marital issues to him or keep it light.

“May I ask why?” His eyes drop to your fingers tapping. He reaches his hand out and grabs your off the mug, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. “You can talk to me.”

“Promise you won’t judge or laugh?”

“Promise, Maus. You have my word.”

“So, when we dated, we never did anything sexual past kissing. Like traditional and all.”

König nods his head along, listening to your words as he sips on his own mug of coffee. His eyes follow your lips as you speak.

“When we actually… you know…fucked,” You and König chuckle, “He pulled it out and was incredibly small.”

König raises his eyebrow with curiosity, “Small?”

“Small,” you nod, “like three inches small.”

König sat with his jaw dropped looking at you in disbelief. Three inches? He’s bigger than that when soft. No way three inches can get past how thick you are…

“And how was that?” His hand squeezes yours slightly.

“Terrible. I didn’t feel anything. I’m pretty sure I’m still a virgin because it barely went in…” You chuckle slightly at how embarrassing this is. “We’ve been trying for a baby for YEARS now and nothing because I just have no sex drive. On top of all of this, I catch him gawking at skinny women constantly. Women that look nothing like me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling like you’ve been ranting. König still caresses your hand with his thumb.

“I think you’re beautiful. Perfect just the way you are.” He says in a soft and tender voice. “I also think it’s a shame he doesn’t please you sexually.”

You give him a warm smile before your eyes move to your hand in his. You look at the drastic size difference between both of your hands before looking back up to him.

“Why don’t you leave? Find someone new? Someone compatible?” König means himself.

“He’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t you think you deserve romance? Passion?”

You can feel your face getting hot as he asks you this. You do want it. He is the reason the spark of desire was reignited in your life to begin with, but you can’t just tell him this. You can’t just have sex with your neighbor.

All the while you are inside your head, König looks at you. He takes in your features, the way you rest your head in your palm, how soft your lips look.

“Maus?”

“Hm?” You look up after being lost in thought. “Oh, I guess. I actually had a period of thinking I was asexual because I just didn’t have that desire or drive.”

“Do you still feel this way?”

“No,” you look back down at your hand in his.

A short period of time passes before König speaks up, “Do you find me attractive?”

Your eyes shot up to his shocked he was so forward. You hesitate for a while because you’re still married. Saying the truth might open up pandora's box, but you feel stuck, stagnant.

“I do…” you respond meekly.

“I think you’re attractive too.” König lets that linger in the air before continuing. “I desire you, and I think you feel the same.”

König tightened his hand around yours. He reached out with his other hand and caressed your face. You both look at each other for a while before you speak up.

“I do.” You lean into his hand that caresses your face.

“I don’t mean to cross lines, but I think I could love you better than your husband. I could appreciate your body better. I could fuck you better.”

His hand moves from your face to the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair and grasp firmly. He tilts your head back slightly as his eyes roam down the curves of your jawline and neck. You felt a heat rush over your body.

König stands and walks closer to you, leaning in and kissing your neck tenderly. The warm sensation of his lips sends a chill down your spine. You don’t stop him even though you know you should. This would break your husband, but you don’t care.

Kissing up your neck to your ear he whispers, “Let me worship you, bitte.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

You’re still worried that it’s a you problem. What if you just don’t like sexual encounters?

König chuckled, “I can make you cum. Don’t worry.”

Your cheeks go hot as you laugh nervously. He pulls away and gently pulls you by your hand, “Komm mit mir”

You stand and follow him through his house to his bedroom, his bed a massive king size bed. The bedsheets are a dark gray color with a black comforter. He gently guides you to the room and lays you on the bed. Leaning over you, his lips find yours as you share a deep passionate kiss. His lips made yours actually tingle; you’ve never felt that before. His hands begin to trace the curve of your waist to your hip before moving up to your breast and squeezing.

König breaks the kiss and moves off of the bed. He gently takes your shoes off your feet and places them neatly by the bed. His eyes traveled over your body before pulling his shirt off to expose his physique to you. He can see the desire in your eyes, causing him to smile.

As he went to reach for the waistband of your leggings, you stopped him.

“What if you don’t like how I look?”

“I’ll love it, trust me.” He reassures you in a low soft tone.

Nodding your head, you let go of his hands and let him take them off. His eyes glide over your juicy thighs and the light blue cotton panties you’re wearing. Your legs are a little stubbly, you weren’t expecting to do this. You feel slightly embarrassed by the hair, but König doesn’t seem to mind as he glides his hands up your legs once they’re bare. His lips kissing from your calf up to your soft thighs; once there he begins to nibble on the soft flesh.

“Mien Gott, you’re so soft.” He whispers as he rests his kisses on your thighs more.

“I’m sorry I didn’t shave-”

“It’s natural. I don’t mind hair Maus.” He smirks.

You relax back on the bed as his hands go up to the elastic band of your underwear and pull it off. His eyes falling on the small bush between your legs as he smiles. He can’t wait to bury his face in it.

“Are you okay?” König asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” You look down at him as he begins to spread your legs apart. Your heart beat is pounding and, in this moment, you begin to think about the life you wanted to build with Chris but then, oh god. You drop your head back on the bed.

König sticks his tongue out and begins to lightly flick over your clit. Instantly your legs begin to tremble and you moan loudly. Your hands find his hair and comb your fingers through it. You can’t believe oral sex can be this good. König stops licking your clit to suck it.

“No, no, please lick it.” You look down again, begging in a pathetic voice.

König nods and goes back to flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit. You had a long morning of sweating so your natural musk is strong and König is savoring the smell. Listening to your loud moans he slowly moves his finger to your pussy and teases the entrance. Slowly slipping his finger in your gasp. He loves the reactions you’re giving. It’s insane to think you’ve gone your whole life without feeling this pleasure.

“König,” you moan out loudly as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you quickly, your back arching. A new sensation consumes you as you scream out, your body trembling. König closed his eyes, smirking, and enjoying hearing you orgasm.

He pulls back and moves his finger once you relax. You prop yourself on your elbows and look at him, wondering why he stopped.

“Take your shirt off, Liebling.” König’s voice dripping with lust.

You sit up and pull your shirt over your head before reaching behind you to take your bra off. König watches eagerly to see your breast for the first time. Watching them full and heavy, come out from your bra makes his mouth water even more. He can’t believe how perfect you are.

König begins to pull down his jeans and you watch, jaw dropping once you see the outline of his erection. He pulles his boxer briefs down completely and you see his hard cock full for the first time. Not only is it thick but it's long. You can’t help but to stare and König notices.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“How…how big are you?”

“Uh, ten inches, I think. A little over. But don’t worry, I won’t push you.”

“Ten?”

König laughs and walks to the bed and lays beside you. He moves his body so that you’re resting close to him while he is on his side. He leans down and kisses your breast, slowly making his way to your nipple to suck on it while he is lifting your leg up with one hand, and moving his cock to rub your pussy with the other.

“Are you ready?”

“I am.” Your voice is weak with pleasure of him touching you.

Moving his mouth from your nipple he begins to kiss your lips. He rests your leg over his body to keep your legs spread as he wraps that arm underneath the back of your head. He breaks the kiss to look at you as the other hand still on his cock slowly pushes into your slick tight cunt. König’s breath goes shaky from the pleasure it’s giving him. He slides his hand up your leg and holds it up for a better angle.

You look back at him and your hands grasp whatever they can find, his pillow and his forearm. Your eyebrows knit together as you moan out his name. His cock pushing deep inside of you like you’ve never felt before. Your walls clench tightly around his fat cock as you feel stuffed for the first time ever.

König begins to thrust into you quickly, his eyes traveling to watch your breast bounce with the motion. Panting hard as his body begins to glisten with sweat. Your sweet moans and sopping wet cunt driving him to his breaking point.

“Y/n,” König moans as he leans down to kiss your lips.

You move your hand from his forearm to his jaw eagerly pressing his lips into yours harder. Moaning into his mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and begins to circle around every corner of your mouth.

You feel the same overwhelming feeling of pleasure, you know you’re about to cum. You try to turn your head to let out moans but König moves his hand from your leg to your face to keep you kissing him, his tongue dancing with yours as you begin to orgasm.

Without warning König pulls out and steps off the bed. Your body is still trying to calm down. You look at him as he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. He rests your legs over his shoulders as his hands grasp your hips. He slips his cock back into your needy pussy and begins to thrust as hard as he can.

Your back arches and you reach out grabbing the bed sheets as you loudly moan König’s name. König has sweat dripping from his forehead as he looks down at you not being able to handle his cock.

“You can take it, Maus, I’m going to cum.”

“Please, cum. Please fuck your cock is so- big.” You moan now looking up at him. Your face contorted from the pleasure.

“Beg for it more.”

“Please cum, please cum in my tight little pussy.”

“Oh, fuck ja, mehr!”

“Please cum in me.” You whimper out as his thrust picks up even more, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room.

König listens to you beg, watching your eyes glaze over with a lustful look. He nods his head as you beg him to fill your precious little pussy full of his cum. He does.

“Y/n! Fuck!” König moans out, dropping his head back as his cock throbs deep inside of you.

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“Hey sweetie, did you have a good day today?” Chris asks as he walks to you and kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, I did.” You sit still thinking about König, excited for tomorrow.

“Did you do something different with your skincare routine? You look like you’re glowing.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, whatever it is, you should keep doing it.”

“Oh, I will.” You smile, holding your secret.