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I do not AI WRITE, I do not AI DRAW, I do not listen to AI MUSIC and if it isn’t created by someone IT IS NOT ART.

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In the grace of your love oh, I writhe in pain In 666 ways I love you and I hope you feel the same I'm for you

König needs big comfort after his deployment, a hug and a bit of headpats from his beloved (you) can solve it all :)

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Stretches. König part.

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Would you like and subcribe? 🥺

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eye sketches of könig

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Эти глазааа напротив^^

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for study... of course

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Just the Two of Us

pairing: Husband!König x Reader

synopsis: Some nights are made for quiet intimacy—the soft glow of candlelight, the distant crackle of an old record, and the warmth of two souls moving in perfect harmony. König has never been a man of grand gestures, but in the safety of your embrace, with your body swaying against his, he doesn't need words to tell you what you already know.

warnings: König being a giant but ridiculously gentle husband, A hint of spice but mostly warmth and devotion

word count: 947

The house was steeped in silence—not the kind that was empty or lonely, but one that thrummed with warmth, with something deep and unspoken filling the space between heartbeats.

It was late. The kind of hour where the world felt distant, where time stretched and softened, where nothing existed beyond these walls. The gentle crackle of a record player spun through the dimly lit room, the melody low and slow, wrapping around you both like a whispered secret.

And then—his hands.

Large, calloused, warm.

One resting firm at your waist, fingers curling just slightly, the other cradling yours with infinite care, reverence in every touch. As if you were something fragile. Something precious. König's presence surrounded you, his touch grounding yet electrifying, a contradiction wrapped in devotion.

"Dance with me, liebling," he murmured, lips barely grazing your temple, his voice a deep, velvety hush against your skin.

He pulled you into the slow sway of the music, guiding you with effortless ease. Your body moved in sync with his, drawn into the rhythm, into the heat of him. There was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet intimacy of being close, of feeling the steady thrum of his heart against your own.

His voice rumbled low in his chest, the vibrations sinking into your skin. "Do you remember our first dance?"

A soft smile played at your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself melt into him. "How could I forget?"

It was your wedding day. You could still see it—the way his hands had trembled when he first held you, his massive frame taut with nerves, his desperate attempt to move with grace despite the overwhelming emotions pressing against his ribs. The way his breath had shuddered against your cheek, the sheer weight of his love filling the space between you.

And the way he had looked at you.

Like you were the only thing in the world.

Like he couldn’t believe you were real.

His grip tightened at your waist, pulling you closer—so close you could feel every inch of him, every ripple of tension beneath his skin.

"I was so nervous," he admitted, chuckling softly, his breath warm against your ear. "I thought I might step on your feet."

You laughed, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "You did."

König groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, lips hovering just above yours. "I did not."

"You absolutely did, love." You teased, dragging your fingers along the nape of his neck, feeling the slight shiver that rippled through him at your touch.

His chest rumbled with a quiet huff, but then—that rare, boyish grin tugged at his lips, the one that made your heart stutter and your stomach flip.

"You still married me," he murmured, voice softer now, thick with something reverent.

Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath the thin material of his shirt.

"I’d marry you a thousand times over."

His breath hitched, his grip tightening just slightly—just enough to make you feel the restraint in his movements, the way he held back the sheer need pressing beneath his skin.

His hands roamed lower, pressing against the curve of your hips as he guided you into a slow, deliberate sway. Every movement was intentional. His touch was firmer now, possessive, his body pressing just a little closer. The music swelled around you, but you barely heard it—not over the way your pulse pounded in your ears, not over the way he was looking at you now.

Like he wanted to devour you.

His voice dipped, thick and rough. "I was terrified that day." His lips ghosted over your cheek, his nose brushing against your temple. "I wanted everything to be perfect for you."

Your fingers threaded through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, and he inhaled sharply, a sound that sent heat curling deep in your stomach.

"It was perfect," you whispered. "Because it was you."

König let out a breath, ragged, unsteady. Then his hands were sliding up your back, pulling you flush against him. The heat of his body was dizzying, the scent of him—warm spice, musk, something purely him—sinking into your skin.

The song played on, wrapping around you both, slow and steady.

König dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder. Then your collarbone. Then just beneath your ear. Each one softer than the last, each one sending shivers cascading down your spine.

"Liebling," he rasped, his voice frayed with something thick, something desperate.

You smiled, tilting your head so your lips barely ghosted over his jaw, teasing, taunting, promising.

"What is it, my love?"

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening for just a second—just long enough for you to feel the full force of his restraint, the hunger curling beneath his skin. His hands traced the length of your back, slow and deliberate, mapping every dip and curve like he was memorizing you all over again.

His mouth found your shoulder once more, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your skin, teeth grazing lightly, just enough to make you gasp.

"I love you," he breathed, the words almost reverent, almost pleading.

Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your skin, low and deep.

"Show me."

His breath shuddered.

And then—his lips.

Soft. Slow. Impossibly deep.

His kiss stole the air from your lungs, left you weightless in his arms, the world fading away until there was nothing left but the heat of him, the taste of him, the way he consumed you with every brush of his lips, every sigh, every touch.

Only him.

Only this.

Only love.

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steel ball run is real

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Pookie needs some love 🩷

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i hate him btw but people followed me for him so here u go

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"She'll be right here in my arms so in love"

I was listening to Right Here In My Arms by HIM and drew this cause it was getting on my nerves

He's a man who loves spoiling and lifting you, you're his Schatz, aren't you?

Have a good week if you're reading this ^^

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Office!Au 💼

Been working on this for awhile now!

Just something silly that I came up 😆

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MIRENLA QUE GUAPA

Thank you sososososososo much 🤧♥️

@onehellofanedgy for you :з

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Oh, I completely forgot about him.