#domestic!könig

[dmitriene]

könig likes to be held, but only in your arms, because only you have the right to touch him — to run your velvet touches through the slightly overgrowing strands of his hair, tangling in density and allowing yourself to weave small braids from his strands.

he practically purrs and preens under your touch, his heavy and wide chiseled body rests on top of yours with warm weight, burying his face in the crook of your neck with warm puffs of breath as you run your nails down his spine.

muscles ripple under the pads of your fingers, his wide shoulder blades come together before you trace them with your fingers, and he immediately goes limp, sinking into you even more with illegible purrs in the skin of your neck, könig arches just barely to press his chest tighter against yours, wide arms circle the curve of your waist.

he cherishes moments like these from the bottom of his heart, when you press your soft lips against his temple, and he melts in the place, squeezing his arms against your waist tighter before nuzzling his nose from your neck to your cleavege.

you and your touches are könig's sedation, the warmth and brightness of your shared bedroom is his sanctuary, and he doesn't need anything else, just you.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[random0lover]

Bar/Pub Owners!141, Los Vaqueros, König, and Kate Laswell Head Canon’s

Word Count: 943

Warnings: talk of drunk people, liquor, harassment is mentioned, blood is mentioned one time. I think that’s it, if not please let me know!

Notes:So I’m watching Drink Master’s on Netflix right now and all I can thing about bar/pub owners!141 with los vaqueros, Kate and König. I also keep imagining it to be like a high end type of bar (so expensive af) and they even have a kitchen but it’s limited menu.

More Notes: This is so random and I literally sat and wrote this down in a spur of the moment. Also haven’t posted anything in a bit and kinda feel bad about it but I promise I’m working on a request and the next part to Open Wounds (both the fluff part and the angst one). This is slightly edited but not really.

Gaz and Soap would 100% be bartending. They get the people relaxed and everyone feeling comfortable. Definitely a lot of laughter coming from the bar! They also have a wide range on non-alcoholic drinks to and are very adamant about no one feeling pressured to drink. Also, for the people that don’t know or just don’t have a lot of knowledge on drinks, they keep cute little menu’s that have descriptions of the drinks sat out in little baskets that anyone can grab form incase you are to nervous to ask about drinks! (This was totally König’s idea and no one can convince me otherwise. Oh! And Soap is the one that drew out the designs for them!)

Rudy and Alejandro do all the cooking (y’know they make some bomb ass food- don’t even try to lie) They go all out with presentation and flavors are always top notch. Difference between their food and other high end bars is they don’t serve plates of food that only the center of the plate has food on it, no their food covers the whole plate. So if you’re paying 40 dollars for one plate, it’s definitely worth it all the way.

Ghost and König are kinda like security but instead of making it obvious that they are security they try to just blend in with the crowd by sitting at a table with a drink or ordering from the bar. They do this because people tend to be more stupid when they think that there is no one watching them so it makes it easier for them to pin point who the idiots are pretty early. Definitely have kicked plenty of people out that get to handsy with people that don’t want that type of attention! They’ve had to call plenty of Ubers for people that were a little to drunk. So their job is really just to keep an eye on everyone to make sure everyone is okay!

Kate likes to go around and mingle with everyone so I feel like she would totally plan some themed events from time to time! Definitely makes friends (or just gets to know) with the regulars, probably does background checks on the people that linger around or people that give weird vibes. She is also all about safety for everyone so she does the best she can to take those steps like having the drink covers available at the bar where only open part of the cover is where the straw comes through, they definitely do the key word things like an angel shot or words that have different meaning on them, is very adamant about people not leaving alone or driving drunk so they are totally open to covering peoples Ubers as long as they are going home.

Price in my opinion would kinda be like the main guy over things (Kate would totally be half owner too btw) so generally he’ll be up in his office or making rounds talking to everyone to make sure everything is running smoothly. He would also try to get to know the regulars. Also, he’s definitely “went out for a cigar” and came back in with bloody knuckles after knocking some sense into a guy that was harassing a group of women (no one talk about it Soap just hands him some bandages from underneath the bar and Rudy gets him a random frozen bag of something from the freezer). If there is ever a group of women harassing a group of guys he gets Kate to deal with it if the women won’t listen to him.

Could also see Ghost filling in for either Gaz or Soap if they ever need to take a sick day or anything. He honestly makes amazing drinks just doesn’t prefer being center of attention like that and prefers being able to just observe everyone.

Any food that is left over from the night either gets distributed to everyone, given out for free, or it’ll get packed into to-go containers to be given out to the homeless… (I can totally see Rudy doing this. Man is such a sweetheart)

König has walked many people to their cars. Don’t ask I just know he does. Oh, he also had a girl ask him to do the thing where he pretends to be their boyfriend, man was so flustered but was so concerned about their safety that he pushed it aside and got the kicked out after. (They definitely did not go on a date after that 🤭)

For my GhostSoap people- Johnny 100% winks at Simon through the night and when everything’s closed down and their the last two there for the night Johnny and Simon will slow dance to whatever song is playing through the speakers.

Alejandro definitely gets distracted when taking people their food sometimes (bro is to busy flirting sometimes and taking compliments about the food) and Rudy will come out all exasperated giving him a pissed off look and will start to cuss him out in Spanish as their walking back into the kitchen 💀

Soap and Gaz will do competitions sometimes on who can make the most tips or who can make the better drink. Emphasis on the drink competitions- things will be slow as shit and they’ll randomly pull either a small group or a couple that is there and will offer them the drinks for free if they’ll just humor them. (Price gets so pissed about this sometimes because they’ll give out hundreds of dollars worth of drinks and liquor is not cheap… he’s not really mad though, he’s just happy everyone is having a good time.)

Hi, my lovelies, I hope you liked this random little hc! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. Anyways I hope you all have an amazing day <3

Requests are open! I can not promise when or if I will write them, but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them a little bit easier to write but it's not required. Thanks for reading my darlings ♡

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Sweet Tooth

König is strict with his diet. He eats high protein, lots of vegetables, and *no* sugar. He has to stay in top condition for his missions. Which is why you're surprised when you get up for a glass of water and see him shoving one of the cookies you made today in his mouth. It isn't his first one, either. He looks so guilty standing there naked in your kitchen that you just kiss his cheek and go back to bed. Neither one of you brings it up, but you start baking more and more treats every day. You claim they're gifts for friends, but you secretly keep track of which ones go missing mysteriously.

He knows there's a problem when he can't quite button that old set of tactical pants covered in rips and questionable stains that show off every inch of his... assets. He can't believe he let himself get 'fat', and you can't believe that he considers himself fat. He vows it won't happen again and works out religiously to get back into shape before his next mission.

The next holiday season, you go easy on him and only bake a few of his favorite treats, finding excuses to stumble upon him eating them late at night in your kitchen. You finally tell him that he can work off the extra calories, no guilt needed. The cheeky grin on his face is the only hint you have before he shows you exactly what kind of workout he wants. Those tac pants have never fit better.

[starryylies]

König: before you and after you

✰ Before: könig who hated the way his body looked.

✰ After: könig who loves the way your frame clings to his burly body while you lay in deep slumber

✰ Before: Before: könig who felt disgusted by the scars on his face: könig who hated his unnatural height compared to others

✰ After: is now full of it as he stands behind you smiling smugly as you try to reach for a container in the higher shelves.

✰ Before: könig who thought his accent was incoherent and odd.

✰ After: is now the man who loves the affect his accent has on you.

✰ Before: könig who hated the scars on his body.

✰ After: he who now has started to come to terms with them because of the sweet praises and kisses you leave as you lay on him.

✰ Before: könig who mostly spent his time alone

✰ After: könig who only enjoys spends his time with you.

✰ Before: könig who had difficulty dealing with issues because his anxiety

✰ After: könig whose nerves calm the second his name leaves your mouth.

✰ Before: könig who was adamant about sexual intimacy because he was scared of hurting you.

✰ After: who loves the way your tight walls grip around him as he treats you like porcelain, so pretty under him.

✰ Before: könig who thought it would be next to impossible to find someone who loves him.

✰ After: Is now proven wrong as you smother his face with kisses

✰ Before: könig who felt disgusted by the scars on his face

✰ After: now considers them as stories that lead him back to you.

✰ Before: könig who never truly felt like he belonged

✰ After: who finally feels home being with you

For @umxnothanks 🩷

[simonrillleyyysss]

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹UNWIND

☁️💞💐

part 2 / extension to this

13.10.23

domestic!ghost x innocent!housewife!reader

warnings; reader is referred to as mummy,minor kissing, they have a babi :3, handholding,gentle sex,interrupted sex,p in v,not proofread :((, happy ghost with a happy family

notes; I XANT GET OFER GHOST WITH A FAMFAM 😭😭

‘what does the cow say?’

‘boooo!’

the toddler babbled confidently, shifting on the floor as you sat with a small picture book, legs crossed as you pointed at an array of animals.

‘mooo!’

‘booh?’

you let out a sigh, patting her head and ushering her over to your lap, sitting her between your legs as you lifted the hairbrush from your bag, and two hair ties.

‘ouuuwwww!’

with a cry, the toddler threw herself onto the floor as she squealed—trying to pull away dramatically as you combed through her hair, looking at her with a raised brow.

‘i didn’t touch you, baby.’

‘hurts!’

a gruff voice behind you erupted, turning to glance up at your beloved.

‘mummy hurtin’ you, love?’

ghost cooed, kneeling down to hoist the chubby baby into his arms, bouncing her up and down, looking down at you with a smirk.

‘i didn’t even touch her, simon!’

you countered, leaning against the back of the sofa—handing simon the hairbrush as he snickered, sitting the toddler and him beside you, running the brush through her hair.

‘y’r so mean to her, baby..pulling on her hair.’

he tutted his tongue,watching you sigh and kiss his cheek, patting his arm and whining slightly.

‘i know, just joking.’

the broad figure assured, tying the tufts of hair into two little ponytails, lifting her off his lap.

‘all better?’

‘yah,thainkss daddy!’

‘’mhm.’

‘s’so warm, simon!’

you sighed, resting neath’ the umbrella planted into the sand, watching the sun shine down onto the busy beach—looking over at ghost.

‘that a bad thing?’

‘sometimes.’

‘xactly’.’

you hummed, continuing to smear the sunscreen over his tattooed arms, pursing your lips as you patted his head, scrunching your nose and kissing his cheek.

‘all done!’

‘thanks baby..’

he mumbled, placing a hand on your hip and leaning in for a kiss, gently moving his full lips against yours; before a crying baby trying to run up to him caught his attention.

‘what’s wrong honey?’

you ushered, lifting her into your arms and rocking her back and forth, wiping down her sandy knees.

‘you fall?’

you asked, gently shushing her and kissing her forehead, rubbing her back comfortingly, simon reaching out to hold her minuscule hand in his monstrous one, rubbing his thumb along her wrist.

‘yr’ fine, love.. big girls fall all the time.’

he reassured, laying back and sighing, watching the toddler nod and waddle back to her castle;meanwhile you rolled into your side, wrapping your arm around him with a soft smile, kissing his chin as he snuggled against your hair.

‘quiet, slag—gonna wake the babby..’

ghost grumbled into the crook of your neck, his hips thrusting inside you slowly, hand gently squishing against the pudge of your thighs, watching you let out soft breaths, hand intertwined with his free one, kissing the back of your neck tenderly, a content sigh falling from your lips—

BANG

you jumped up, and so did he— quickly sliding his boxers back on as you did the same with your panties and nightdress, kissing his head before standing up to go check what happened.

‘oh—did you open the gate? you should be asleep!’

you mockingly gasped, lifting the chubby baby into your arms, watching her plump fingers grab at your hair, twirling it around in her fingers, blabbering.

‘what happened?’

simon asked briefly, sitting up on the bed and turning on the lamp on the locker, pinching the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his hair.

‘pretty girl here managed to get the gate open.’

you hummed in amusement, letting her climb into the bed and sit down, bouncing up and down slightly, sitting back beside simon as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling at him innocently.

‘bedtime?’

‘yeah.’

[keegansgf]

"könig headcanons"

pairing: König x reader

tags: Domestic bliss, fluff

A/N: He's so silly I need to kiss him

Waking up next to König is the best thing you could ask for. He's a peaceful sleeper, and his body temperature is warm. Frigid winter mornings are so comforting when he's home. He's always super cuddly.

Speaking of being cuddly, he's so touch-starved. He doesn't really know how to ask for hugs, though, and they're a bit awkward with his height. He always needily stares at you when he wants some form of physical contact.

König is very into plant therapy. You have a sunroom full of tall plants and hanging flower baskets that are checked and tended to every morning by him– you take care of them while he's away. Decorating the room was a project you both operated on together. You have a little café table with two chairs for a more intimate dining environment when König doesn't feel like going to crowded restaurants, which is pretty frequent.

He isn't a terrible cook but prefers baking instead. If you're a fan of treats that go with your morning coffee or tea, he's got you! You're his resident batter taste tester, too. König calls you into the kitchen to make sure whatever he's baking tastes good. He acts like a mom if the batter has raw egg included. If it does, you get no more than a tiny lick. A sick you is something he doesn't want to see.

Arguments make him super nervous, regardless of who started it. Although he knows your relationship is secure, the post argument tension is too much for him to handle.

He's a big fan of deep talks. He'll have you sitting on his lap and wrapped in the warmest blanket while talking about your beliefs, how you both could better yourself, etc. You always fall asleep together at the end of those talks, feeling too comfortable in each other's arms to resist shutting your eyes.

If you want to do skincare with him, don't expect him to understand a single bit of what you're doing. Besides cleanser and spf, he doesn't know what your little face masks or mists do– all he knows is you look cute testing them out.

König is incredibly protective. On the rare occasion you both walk through a dangerous neighborhood, he's on high alert. He knows no one would dare to mess with a 6'10 muscular man, but he'll make sure to link arms with you to let people know you're with him.

He has a great memory that comes to your benefit. He'll double-check what you have before you walk out to make things easier on you.

House cleaning is always a task done together when he's home. The only unspoken rule is that you work on a room of the house together.

[telleroftime]

Cold Aim ||| König x Reader

A snow ball fight with your lover was in your eyes a great idea. A chance to have fun in the winter season. The only thing you seem to have overlooked is that your lover has perfect aim.

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Pairing: König x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

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A/N: This was supposed to be posted around Christmas time but I didn't like it that much. Now nearly a whole two months later I decided to post it.

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The snow had been falling for the fifth day in a row, soft white flutters of flakes landing atop their already piled mounds, when you decided to drag König outside and into the forest. There, the cold bite of the winter season was presented in its full glory, nipping at your cheeks persistently. The only thing that kept it at bay was the warm air that clouded through the gaps of both of your scarves. Like the smoke of a fire, it puffed out with each warm breath you took as the two of you dragged your feet through the snow. One step at a time. In a silence broken only by winter birdsong and the loud crunching of your footfalls in the sheet of ice.

Not that long ago, König was let go for the holidays and expected to spend the few weeks off-duty lazing around your cottage, doing nothing but breathing in the rural air of the forest through cracks in the wood. He expected himself to be snuggled under the blankets with you by his side as he voiced multiple times. However, life liked adventure, and now he was taking long strides in the crunching white carpet of snow as the two of you neared a particular clearing.

In spring and summer the clearing was always covered in a thick layer of clovers, grass a scarcity in the treeless area. You remember taking specific care of it as it fell within your land’s boundaries. When autumn fell you spent hours raking the fallen leaves of orange and yellow and brown. It was a safe haven. A place to have picnics. A place to lie down and stargaze. Now it was a place flattened by thick snow, the coat untouched by any living being.

You walked ahead of him, pulling your scarf closer to your face and adjusting your gloves. The prick of the Austrian winter air was definitely there as your fingers twitched in the cold, leather of the gloves wrinkled as you balled your hands into fists. Nevertheless, you moved forward, turning around with outstretched hands, presenting the clearing proudly as if it was your own work of art.

“Mein Häschen, was…?”

You didn’t let him finish as you chuckled to yourself, letting gravity pull you back and into the softest of snow. The mass of white puffs out from under you, the deep volumes cushioning your fall as you heard König rush towards you, the snow crunching loudly underneath him as he neared you. He sank to his knees, hands hovering centimeters away from your form, eyes wide in a beat of worry.

Worry that quickly disappeared when your hand swiped the snow next to you and swung it at him with a well-planned action.

There was no mass to the snow, the hit lacking in impact. However, as you lay there in the cold, König’s eyes blinking and processing what just happened, you couldn’t help but laugh at how the snow clung to the scarf and dripped back to the ground.

Rolling over, you scrambled to your feet and made some distance. You could still see him in the corner of your eye, head following you even when you reached down and quickly padded a ball of snow in your hands. You took aim and threw it.

But he dodged.

You watched as he stood up, anticipation building between the two of you like cowboys in an old western movie.

Then the both of you moved, ducking for the snow and balling it into even masses. Throw after throw, the two of you ran around. Admittedly, you managed to hit him twice. Once when you tripped over in the snow which caused him to pause, the ball of ice in his leather gloved hands crumbled at its sudden stop. You took the opportunity to fist an uneven snowball and threw it at him, hitting his thigh. You had proudly exclaimed your victory before he threw a snowball that crashed softly into your face.

The second time was pure luck. König moved to brace his throw, a look of something childishly unhinged in his eyes when his leg sunk too deep in the white surface. He struggled to get it out, only sinking further as he tried to yank it, and that's when you threw the snowball, barely hitting his head as the other half of the ball flung past him. Unfortunately for you, he managed to climb out of the snow, chuckling evilly whilst reaching down for more snow.

Every other time the snowballs collided with their target was when the target was you. König had managed to hit you every time. A few times in your butt, making you almost squeal in surprise as he laughed proudly and exclaimed his victory. The back of your head was a common target for him, all his soft throws landing with pinpoint accuracy. Hit after hit, and each time he got closer.

Right until you were breathless, a wide smile on your face hidden by your scarf. You felt the moisture of your breath wetten the inside of your scarf, and you tugged it down, raising a hand in surrender.

“Du hast gewonnen, mein König,” you called out, moving to sit on the snow. You couldn’t stop laughing, lowering your body backward so that you lay down in the cold again. Your arms covered your eyes as you chuckled. You felt König lower his body to your level once his boots stopped moving, and before long his hands wrapped around your waist. He used his body weight to spin the two of you around, effectively placing you on top of him.

Your eyes softened when you looked into his. Taking off one of your gloves, you pushed off the small beads of snow remaining in his scarf, brushing the moisture off his rosy cheeks. You were slow and gentle as you leaned down. His own hand moved up to your cheek and wiped off some more melting powder of snow. You sat like that for a while, till you leaned in and touched the tip of your nose to his. The two of your chuckled.

Carefully, you slid off him and fell to his side. The two of you lay in the snow, hand in hand, looking up at the blue sky. It was tranquil as you did so. Tranquil until you felt snow be sprinkled onto your face, leaving you a sputtering mess as you heard König laugh. As you sat up, brushing the remaining snow off your face, the hand devoid of the glove falling into the freezing snow, you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“Ich liebe dich,” he spoke, sitting up in the snow.

“Ich liebe dich auch,” you answered.

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[dcptcnx]

y'all könig got me in my feels.

imagine going with him to his hometown for the holidays 🥺

snow lining the roofs of the buildings, shop windows glowing with bright multi-colored lights and displaying the many items they sell for gift giving.

Id love to hold his hand and just walk around town as he talks about the history and all the stuff he's done growing up

[n1ghtfurys]

Climbing frame

You have four girls, almost five. The twins, Tiana and Beau, your middle baby, Aubrey and Charlie who's almost one.

This may be your worst pregnancy. It's been worse than the twins, and god they were hell. Your back hurts, your feet hurt and everything is making you emotional. König is on deployment, he's not meant to be back until your due date. Which is fine but you miss him and four girls is a lot.

You've decided to take them to the park mostly because you're tired and könig hasn't had the time to respond to any of your calls or messages.

The quiet is nice though, quiet is a loose term for this but it's still nice. Charlie is asleep on your lap, Beau is upside down on the monkey bars and Tiana is making flower crowns out of daisies with Aubrey. You look down at your bump, wishing König was here, wishing he could see how sweet his girls are, sit with you and just be generally near you. You know they all miss him, he hasn't been on a long mission like this one since the twins were born but apparently they couldn't spare him this time.

Tiana and Beau are old enough to understand why he's gone but it still goes over Aubrey's head so she asks about him often which is less than fun. You watch as Tiana places two small flower crowns over her little sister's space buns, she's a great older sister both twins were really. You watch Aubrey pick through the pile of daisies before running up to you with the biggest grin on her little face.

“Mummy, look!” you smile as she spins in attempts to show you the whole flower crowns her sister had made for her. Then she holds out one of the daisies from her pile and slides it behind your ear before giggling and running off again.

“Thanks bean.” You call after her and try not to cry over how cute your girls are. You hear her squeal as she tries to put a flower in Beau's hair, you can't help but smile as you watch Aubrey being chased around the playground. You look back down at Charlie, who's still fast asleep on your lap. You can't believe how lucky you are, four soon to be five perfect girls.

After Charlie you remember asking König if he was upset that he didn't get a boy, you remembered the same conversation after Aubrey too and both times he assured you of the exact opposite. He really does make a great dad, you know he's probably wishing he were back too.

You don't notice when your kids go quiet, not until one of them screams ‘daddy’ and all three barrel past you, even Charlie stirs at the commotion. You spin round to find Aubrey already wrapped around his leg and one twin in each arm.

You watch the love of your life juggle all three kids with the biggest grin on his face. He must have stopped by the house because he's not in his mask or tactical gear.

You fail to hide how you tear up as he walks, more waddles because of the girl still clinging to his legs. He puts both girls down next to him and leans down to kiss you, the action is accompanied by a chorus of ‘ews’ from the girls.

“Beans, why don't you go and grab some flowers for another crown hm? Take Charlie with you.”

He sits down next to you and you lean against him, watching Tiana and Beau walking with Charlie while Aubrey runs laps around them.

“I thought you weren't coming back yet.” you rub your hand back and forth over the arm he's wrapped around your waist.

“Finished early, wanted to surprise you schatz.” His accent is always thicker when he gets back from missions, Kortac usually means he speaks in German most of the time so whenever he gets back his voice tends to make your cheeks warm.

“How's number five doing?” He brushes his thumb over your bump as he speaks, you sigh. You want to tell him that number five is doing fine because she is but she has been a hellish pregnancy. You get morning sickness, at least you did for a good chunk of carrying. She makes you more tired and has a whole lot of opinions about what you eat, plus having to juggle four other kids has made everything hurt.

“She's doing okay but I'm tired, glad you're back.” He kisses the top of your head and watches as the twins walk Charlie back over, Aubrey's still running circles around them and Beau has a flower crown in her spare hand.

He kisses your head once more and then gets up to greet them. He sweeps Charlie up into his arms before kneeling down so Beau, who still has to get on her tiptoes to reach, could put the flower crown on his head.

While he's still on his knees Tiana whispers something to him and then all three girls scatter. You tilt your head in confusion but he just smiles and mouths ‘sea monster’ to you.

It's a game that Beau made up when she was five, they make a home island and then have to run around without getting caught.

You let yourself doze as you watch them, smiling as the squeals of joy when he flips Tiana upside down when he catches her, he even manages to include Charlie even if he has to put her down every time he catches one of them.

When König comes back he places Charlie in your lap, he's got one twin on each arm and Aubrey on his shoulders.

Once you get home and start dinner your house is filled with laughter from all four kids, and König occasionally.

“Beans!” You shout from the kitchen when you finish dinner but you get no reply so you follow the sound of your girls. Eventually you find them in the playroom; König has Aubrey swinging off of one arm, Charlie is giggling in one of his hands, Beau is hanging upside down from his shoulders while Tiana is wrapped around his leg.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him juggling four girls, they all have smiles plastered on their faces. Your girls are laughing and just generally being loud, and König is in his element. It makes you glad that you're carrying another, and that he'll be here now. At least for a while.

[vintagewildlife]

Finn sheep By: König From: Sheep: A Complete Owner's Manual 1989

[dmitriene]

könig is big man, with his fair share of a wide and muscular back, voluminous hard biceps and a chunky belly that has its own good amount of fat, paired with thick and fully rounded chest, as well as meaty thighs that always hugged nicely in every pants he wears.

but, it also means that könig eats more than well — full nourishing meals, high calorie side dish with something meaty, salad with fresh vegetables or just chopped vegetables on a plate next to him, something to wash it all down with and a small dessert.

he eats a lot, that you could notice, but all the calories go into the muscles he builds up in the gym and on runs, as well as in the military, where he needs to be strong and in good shape, and he more than doesn't mind gaining weight if he has to eat what you cook for him.

of course, you don't do everything alone — könig knows how to cook well and is also versed in his native, austrian cuisine, an activity that distracts him quite well, considering that it is difficult for him to stand still in one place for a long time, and cooking allows him to move around a lot, side by side with you, which brings him pleasure.

at the same time, both of you can enjoy delicious, hot dishes afterwards, and then bake some delicious dessert, maybe this time könig will even share more recipes from his childhood with you.

but for now, let him thank you for a delicious lunch with little, warm kisses that are slowly pass from your lips to your neck, flesh already blooming with love bites and hungry hickeys.

who knows, maybe this time the dessert is you.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[obi-wansorrow]

Take your OC and your favorite big guy from that fandom you're obsessed over and make them build furniture together.

[starryylies]

Loser! König fucking your panties

Poor baby he’s so needy and desperate half the time

Hes so touch starved ong :((

Gets hard even if your hand brushes his

But he's so gentle with you

But sometimes he can't control himself

How could he with a pretty lil thing like you

Who would’ve thought though

That the big mean and brutish soldier is humping his dick into your dirty panties that he stole from the hamper to get himself off

Nasty, nasty pervert

so nasty that he doesn't stop fucking it even when you enter the room

Instead the shameless brute locks his eyes with yours as he fucks his angry red cock into your panties

But you're not any less are you?

Locking eyes while you’re rubbing your thighs

Looking up at him like a needy lil pup wanting a treat for being a good girl

His raspy voice groans lustfully

“C’mere Schatz, look at what you did”

“Be a good little girl and fix it f’me yea”

A smirk plasters his face as

You move closer towards him

Slowly,

Like a predator carefully approaching its prey

Your soft hands grip onto könig's cock, stroking it languidly

Stroking his cock into the soft material of your panty

How disgusting

But looking at him being such a mess

Was heaven

"Kö daddy you wanna cum?"

"Y-yes schatz, fuck please"

Dirty bastard fucking your panty like it's your cunt,

Dirty fucking bastard cumming into those panties

And you dirty little slut wearing those cum soaked panties for the remaining day

[simonrillleyyysss]

simon OR könig when reader is on her period OR when she’s sick :,(

(me rn with both send help)

she’s just cuddled up in her bed with her stuffies whining and sniffling with her achy body poor baby just needs rest ☕️🧦🎀

(on my period too. it’s ok. get well soon!!! we’re bluetoothed 🤘🤘)

⍣ ೋ SIMON AND KÖNIG WHEN READER IS ON THEIR PERIOD/SICK

ghost

‘y’ feelin’ alright, sugar?’

his gruff voice crooned, sitting at the edge of the bed, gently sliding the bag of sweeties towards you, reaching out to comb his hand through your messy hair, hotwaterbottle pressed against your abdomen, blanket thrown over your weak frame.

‘mhm..s’just sore.. head hurts, n’ my nose is runny..’

you softly murmured, stuffie tucked beneath your shoulder, frail arm reaching up to take his hand, mouth agape as you let out sore, raspy breaths

‘i know, love; want a hug?’

he questioned, kicking his shoes off and discarding of his trousers and shirt, slowly slinking beneath the blanket as you sniffled and whined.

‘don’t want you gettin..getting sick.’

‘i don’t want y’feelin’ lonely, pup.’

he quickly dismissed, laying beside you—arm draped around your waist, gently caressing your tummy as you rifled through the plastic bag, lifting your chocolate and taking a small bite, washing it down with your bottled water, coughing.

‘got you some medicine too, more paracetamol n’ pads.’

you nodded, slowly rolling to face him, stuffy shoved between the pair of you, his hand continuing to coax over the soft pudge of your tummy.

‘thank you, sisi..’

you crooned, snuggling into the hardness of his chest, his thumb moving to gently rub over your cheekbone.

‘anytime, baby. keep your pretty arse here all day, kay’? don’t want my poor doll feelin’ sore.’

könig

‘here you go, mein mädchen.’

the mammoth cooed, gently placing the bowl of soup infront of you as you layed on the sofa with your cat stuffy, cuddling to the plushie, his large hand gently stroking your calf.

‘thank..’ a cough followed,and a moment of silence.

‘thanks, kökö..’

he nodded, leaning over to try and kiss you, you whined and gently pushed him off, covering your lips.

‘i have the flu..’

‘..and? Ich möchte mein Mädchen küssen.’

he mumbled, kissing your jaw tenderly—standing up and heading to the kitchen, lifting your hotwaterbottle from the kitchen table and shuffling back out, handing it to you, a cough following from you.

with a soft sigh, you pressed it against your tummy, playing with your plushie as he watched you, long red hair draped over his broad shoulders.

‘need anything else, schatz? tampons? snacks?’

‘no..im okay, köni..’

he nodded, gently draping the blanket around you with a quick peck to your lips; causing you to sniffle and sneeze.

‘Gut, ich liebe dich.

‘love you too.’

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

dividers by cafekitsune

[gremlingottoosilly]

I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)

Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3

“Just one more game, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. I don’t want to end at a loss.” You didn’t want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didn’t want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin. 

You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched – really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm. 

You also watched him play – and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after. 

So, like a good girlfriend would – you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college – you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well. 

— I’ll find something to eat, alright? 

He didn’t respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal – not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged. 

— Nah, stay here. I don’t want my father to see you. 

— Ah…your father is at home? 

You never heard anyone else being at the house – big house, you must admit, and it’s embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didn’t know what his father’s name was. 

— Returned from his fucking deployment. He’d ask too many questions about you. 

— You didn’t tell him about me? 

Ah, now you’re hurt a little bit. You knew it wasn’t anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly. 

— He never asked. Not like he cares too much, but…

An apathetic dad, huh. 

You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriend’s horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart. 

— If you don’t want me to come and meet him, I can go home. 

He doesn’t answer because his queue is finally coming to another match – you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed. 

You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen. 

*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away – and now he can’t even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid. 

König closes the door of the refrigerator – of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house – a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished. 

With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge – and then he almost stumbles across an angel. 

Scheisse

Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young – his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, but…

The thing is – he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son. 

You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, You’re dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isn’t dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl. 

— Oh! Sorry. It’s yours, isn’t it? 

You give him his cookies back – but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue – god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants aren’t enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasn’t seen a woman in three months and hasn’t had sex in the past few years. 

You lick the crumbs from your fingers – it’s such a deliberate action that he can’t believe he actually sees it, and it’s not even something from porn he used to like. 

— Ja. You can have it. 

He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it. 

— Thank you, sir. I’m…well, I assume if Paul didn’t introduce me to you…I’m his girlfriend. Nice to meet you. 

You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest – but he can’t be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him. 

Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home. 

— Girlfriend? He never spoke about you. 

You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile – too real. He can’t handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so you’d stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom. 

He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you. 

— Ah. Um. We’re…I guess we’re not at this stage yet. 

— Knowing him, you’ll never be, Schatz. 

You look at him immediately – you’re offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar – and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce. 

— What do you mean by this, sir? 

You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes – and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally. 

Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys – and in the romantic field, it’s even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being – and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid. 

He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing – a good girl won’t be with his son if she isn’t stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship. 

The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone – he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until you’re crying under him. He can’t do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, but…well, quite frankly, his son doesn’t deserve you. 

König is. 

— I won’t sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a Scheiß Arschloch…fucking asshole, that is. I’m surprised he brought home someone as cute as you. 

You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paul’s dad is a…interesting man. 

Tall, broad, very muscular – even his baggy house clothes aren’t really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because you’re a good girl, you don’t look at your boyfriend’s dad like this. 

König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman – your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your “date” while you’re lusting over his father. 

Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too. 

— Paul isn’t all that bad, sir. 

“He at least has a nice dick,” you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong – if he weren’t sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from porn…not really your thing. 

You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all. 

König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks. 

God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably won’t take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies. 

He can afford to retire and never worry about money again – but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right? 

You look like a good candidate. 

— I’m sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesn’t deserve you, Schatz. 

He is shitty at flirting, it’s not his forte – he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he can’t flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isn’t something he is good for, this is why his wife has left. 

— I…not sure we should be having this conversation here. 

You’re a good girl, and it’s infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldn’t be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you aren’t opposed to the idea. König doesn’t understand if he likes that you’re so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty – but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body. 

— You want to see the bedroom then?

Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs – it might look involuntary like he didn’t exactly want for it to be placed here, but you aren’t dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, you’re too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him. 

— Sir, this is very…

He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace – you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isn’t a strong man in regard of morals, he doesn’t see anything wrong with fucking his son’s girlfriend – if the girl is up to it. And if she isn’t…well, he better make sure she is. 

— What is it, Schatz? Paul won’t hear us in his headphones.

You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape – his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and you’re horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you don’t want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway. 

Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them – it’s probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all. 

— I don’t want to break his heart. 

— He doesn’t have one. 

You’re lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again – a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much – you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, you…

God, you feel like a slut, and you like it. 

Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted. 

You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back – but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game. 

— Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later. 

“Later” sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you can’t help but compare him to his son – and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didn’t cum. 

You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions – you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like “daddy, please” 

König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable. 

— Daddy, ja? God, you’re dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later. 

He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked – he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and you’re so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before. 

He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge – make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people. 

He can be good for you – but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. 

— So wet for me…such a filthy thing, I didn’t know my son dated a whore. 

— N…not a whore, please…

He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him – you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid. 

— Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking young…

— W…we really shouldn’t… — Tshhh, don’t think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. — I’m not…

— Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.

He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy – meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though you’re used to taking Paul’s size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second. 

It feels so wrong, you still aren’t sure if you want him to touch you like this. 

It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick – maybe because you haven’t gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off – but now…

You aren’t ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now – you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriend’s absent father, and you love every second of it. 

Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm – it’s good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed. 

König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good. 

So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole – taking the worst traits of his father. 

— Don’t cry, Schatzen. You’re okay, it felt good, didn’t it? 

— W…we shouldn’t have. Shit. I’m sorry, it was a m…god, I need to tell Paul. 

— I’ll tell him. 

— No! — I will tell my asshole of a son that you’re my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck. 

— I need to return to my dorm. 

— And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of this…but we can afford to go a bit off board, ja? 

He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once – you don’t have the heart to say no. Never did. You’re a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right. 

He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin – you’re so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you don’t even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen. 

Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked. 

— W…what the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again – deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. You’re stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are. 

— She’ll make a good step mom, ja? 

You don’t even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes.