#könig blurb

[anticanonsposts]

sex drought :(

nsfw-mdni, but also fluff

One time you go through a sex drought because he accidentally hurt you during sex

everything was going fine...

you guys were having sex in missionary and it was feeling amazing

but then...

he reached his right arm up and tried to grab your right wrist

(he was gonna bring your hand down so you could feel where your bodies were connected)

however you tried to reposition and prop yourself up on your elbows at the same time

and his knuckles collided with the side of your temple

his eyes shoot to you to see if you're ok and you verbally assure him you are

however seconds later you start crying while still telling him you are fine

i do not mean this lightly when i say this man freaks the fuck out

he immediately pulls away from you (and out of you) positioning you so you are in more of a sitting up position

he gently cradles your head and kisses whee he bumped into you

this is followed by man 'bitte bitte' 'i'm so sorry, please forgive me schatz'

you repeatedly say that its ok but he just shakes his head

for the next couple weeks anytime you mention needing to get up and grab something or do something he is already up at the speed of light, grabbing it for you

god forbid there is a small red mark on your face that sticks around for a couple days and guy's heart WRENCHES every time he notices it

even after a lot of reassurance that you were fine and you understood it was an accident he would not touch you sexually for so long (probably like a week and a half)

during this time no matter how much you teased, begged, pleaded with him he would not fuck you....ok jk

after weighing the pros and cons he would resort to just giving you head but would not allow you to do anything for him afterward

(he would usually just go rub one out in the bathroom afterwards)

when you finally do have sex again, the first few times he treats you like you are quite literally made of glass

and insists that you be the one in charge, calling the shots, feels a lot of relief when you are on top of him because he sees it as less risky

he just feels so bad that he hurt his perfect fucking angel and will probably always remember this

he always just wants to make you feel so safe with him and doesn't want anything to threaten that

(I have an increasingly unhealthy attachment to this man)

[coqvttes]

hey i love ur writing so much! can i request smt nsfw with konig please? :)

been thinking about könig with a total nymph for a girlfriend !

he’s always known your sex drive is high, but not this high. you just can’t help yourself when you climb onto his lap as he sits at his desk, flipping through paperwork. he looks stressed. being a colonel is hard work, and you're not making it any easier. he’s been working for what feels like an eternity, and he has no idea what’s got you so worked up. you just keep whining for him, and then you're grinding your sopping cunt all over his work trousers like you're in heat till he can’t concentrate anymore. your whimpers and moans as you move your hips back and forth onto his thighs are not helping either, and he feels his pants tighten. he tries his best to ignore you, wanting to get this work off his shoulders, but when you pull his cock out of his pants and start kissing his neck, he just can’t take it any longer. "what's got into you today?" he holds you up from under your thighs as he stands up suddenly, carrying you over to the bed. he plops you down and pushes your (his) shirt over your plump tits, and you mewl out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, finally giving you what you've been craving. "i can't work when you're distracting me like that, kleine maus." he growls while pounding into you, fucking your brains out.

[4doll]

König Blurb.

warnings: nsfw, praise, pet name(sweetheart, Liebe), overstimulation, wall fucking, fem reader, soft dom!König.

Your breath hitched as you realized König kept pounding into you after your orgasm. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled your bedroom. Tears welled up in your eyes and the painful yet pleasurable pain that consumed you.

“Köni-“ You cut yourself off as he hit your g spot, again and again. Rough and powerful. You took a moment to compose yourself so you could speak. “Please.” You whine, tears fall down your face. “I know, I know.” König mumbles, his accent thick. He knows what he’s doing, but he can’t stop.

“I can’t stop, your pussy— Shit. Your pussy is so tight” König grumbles as his large hands grip and dig into your skin, keeping your legs to your chest as he fucks you up against the wall. “You feel too good” König murmurs.

“I can’t” You cry out, your pussy tightening around him as he hits your g spot again and again. “You can. For me. Just- Just cum f’ me. Okay?” König asks, his eyes on you. Looking at your fucked out face, he thrusts a little harder as he notices the ruined mascara.

“You’re doing so good for me already, just a little longer, alright?” König pants, groaning as your pussy tightens around him once again. “Okay” You manage to respond, your mind going numb and dumb. Everything hurt but felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop as much as it hurt.

“So good for me. Love you so much.” König grumbles, his girthy cock ramming in and out of you at a fast rate. “Love this pussy— so much.” König says breathlessly, a small whimper escaping his lips as he revels in how good you feel around him.

You could feel yourself going dumb, your thoughts slipping and forgotten. You could only focus on his cock, and the pleasure. “König, ‘m gonna cum..” You murmured to him, as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“Come for me.” He commanded, but softly. His eyes never leaving you, wanting to see you come undone underneath him again. He watches as your eyes roll back and you clench and twitch around him.

He used one arm to keep you up, while his other hand was now near your pussy. His thumb drawing circles on your clit, adding onto the pleasure and helping you ride out your high.

Your cum covered his girthy cock, his eyes glanced down to see. A small smile appeared on his face that was covered by his sniper hood, his eyes returned back to you. “So fuckin’ good for me” He praised you again.

As he helped you ride out your high, he could feel himself getting close to climax as well. Seeing your fucked out face and feeling you around him, it drew him closer and closer.

“I’m gonna come, Liebe.” (love) He warned you, you weakly nodded as you continued to ride out your high. After a few more pumps, the thrusting became sloppy. He let out a low whine.

“Scheiße..” (fuck) He muttered as started to pump you full of his cum. His thumb on your clit never faltered, he had always put your pleasure first.

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a/n: I am so sorry I have been gone for so long, life had gotten in the way of posting along with motivation to write in general. also, 800 followers??? wtf😭😭 TYSM ILYSM I PROMISE TO TRY TO POST MORE !!

[princessbrunette]

König x drunk!reader

Reader goes out with friends and calls König to pick her up and he’s never seen her drunk before

She’s so sweet and needy and touching him so inappropriately while he just wants to get her home safely and prep her for nighttime

He’s watching her eyes practically change to heart shapes as he has to manhandle her and be stern since she’s not following his instructions

you knew what you were in for when you decided your drink of choice for the night would be wine.

as expected, each sip went straight to your clit — so by the time your boyfriend had arrived to collect you, you were on a mission. unfortunately, you’d indulged in the feeling just a little too much, and couldn’t even walk in a straight line.

he stands there with his thick arms crossed over his chest and you wanna fuck him right there on the street outside the bar. has he gotten bigger?

“missed you.” you slur when you reach him, wrapping your arms around his middle. his big hand cups the back of your head, brows knitting a little of the wave of wine-stench hits him, pulling back to get a look at you. he wonders how much you’d had to drink, but realised that asking you is probably pointless as the number you fabricate will be probably less than half of what it really is.

“saw you only a few hours ago, my sweet.” there’s a questioning tone lingering in his voice, and he wraps an arm around your back to guide you to his car without you stumbling into any strangers.

“yeaaah, but i wanted you.” you were whining, smushing yourself into his side to be as close as possible.

he wrangles you into the car, leaning over you to push your seatbelt in — chuckling to himself trying to ignore the hungry smile in his peripheral vision. “what am i gonna do with you, hm?” he tsks light heartedly, turning to you briefly and pinching your chin before standing back up outside your car door.

“i have a few ideas.” you bat your eyelashes and his shoulders shake with a laugh, shutting your door and walking round to his side.

“minx.” he accuses once he’s in, turning the car on. you grin and say nothing, and he thinks you might behave — maybe you’re feeling more sappy than sexy tonight, but as soon as he starts driving— using the extent of his wide palm to turn the wheel as he backs out of his space, stretching an arm behind your seat to glance back — you’re biting your lip in a way he knows all too well.

“ah, liebling — don’t try anything f-”

“m’just so wet, kö. don’t you wanna play with me?” you’re touching his arm, batting heavy black lashes at him and honestly — he wants to. but not like this, never.

“i want to play with my sober girlfriend.”

“i’m fiiiiine.”

“mhm…”

you get home, and become more of a nightmare than before — struggling in a fit of giggles as he tries to pull one of his oversized shirts over your naked frame.

“lemme stay naked, maybe i can — oops— maybe i can convince you—” you giggle breathlessly, accidentally knocking your purse off the dresser in the process.

he tsks, patience wearing a little thinner now as the exhaustion from the day hits him and he grabs your wrists, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to take full control, manoeuvring your body to follow his orders.

“not playing with you now, little one. do as you’re told.” he frowns, pulling your head through the head hole of the shirt with a pop, a more disheveled version of you appearing. your eyes go wide and a little watery, your smaller hands clasping his black undershirt that he wore. your gaze doesn’t leave him as he continues readying you for bed, finally silent.

when he finally lays you down beside him, letting you curl up into his body, he squeezes your shoulder.

“did i hurt your feelings?” he hums, taking to rubbing at the skin of your arm.

you shrug, sulking.

“just want you.” you whine, playing with the drawstrings of the sweatpants he’d changed into. not quite sure of your next move, he slowly takes your hand and pulls it away from the spot, intertwining his fingers with yours as consolation.

“and you can have me, tomorrow. i’ll make the headache you’re going to have go away. deal?” he tilts his head to look at you as you exhale through your nose, staring at him through bleary eyes in the low light.

“mhm.”

“good girl.”

[saltofmercury]

"Moon"

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: König thinks about how he got here with you.

A/N: Small blurb I after I read this quote below. Enjoy :)

"Moon"

“We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.”

—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Surrounded by dirt and sand, in the middle of the desert, he sits there staring at the moon. The fire they just made is put out. Smoke goes up in the air and disappears. He looks at the sky, how the moon lights up the night and makes him miss home. He’s been wandering around with his team attempting to find his target. First in a forest, where he was eaten alive by bugs, then camping out near a desert, where he had to skillfully not die from dehydration. He’s in unfamiliar territory, and it’s nothing that he hasn’t done before, but everything now feels unreal.

How he was just in the forest over 24 hours ago, but now he's in a desert camping out. Sometimes it feels that way on missions, he’s not fully there. He’s often someone else, in another body, completing the tasks of others. He sometimes takes pleasure in those killings, breaking jaws, spilling guts, and blood across his gloves. It’s not like him. There’s a thin line between delusion and fantasy. 

The only thing tying him to reality is the moon.

The moon that has been there for him as a child, the same one you two looked up at on your first date. His fingers intertwined with yours, he could smell your shampoo in the air, and looked carefully at you, how the moon kissed and lit up your face.

He wishes he could feel you, hear you, see you. Being far from you makes his heart ache for you. Sleeping alone has become one of his current struggles while away.

He sometimes stares at the moon through the window in your room, traces and follows the light, how it curves on your face, how peaceful the moon is towards you and him in the same bed. 

He remembers as a boy staring at the moon when he had no friends, no connection to anyone. How the moon looked lonely to him, maybe the moon was created and placed there for him.

He wondered how people did it on Saturn, where they had 83 moons, a different moon being discovered every day, were there lonely little boys like him on that planet?

He lays down, puts his arms behind his head, breathes in, expecting to hear your breathing echoing off next to him. But it’s silent. 

But then there’s some shuffling around, Horangi next to him sits up, one arm under his head, the other in front of him.

“Hey König, are you not sleeping yet?”

“No”

“Hey König.. you thinking about aein?” Hornagi asks again, a slight tease to his sentence.

König keeps his eye on the moon. Couldn’t believe there was someone tethered to him in this world. 

When he was a boy, his mother— the romantic, had told him about the connection everyone has from a red string. 

“There’s someone out there for everyone,” she whispered to him one night, after he cried from the bullying at school.

“You can’t see the red string, because it was placed by a jealous person, only they can see the invisible red string that connects you to your partner.” She squeezed him tight, rubbed his back.

“Maybe your partner is also staring at the moon like you.”

König thought this was stupid. He told himself there wasn’t anyone in this world for him, which is why he took pleasure in the work he did. A monster at school, became a monster on the field. Nobody could want him then, why would they now? He continued to distance himself from any sort of acquaintance.

Until he met you, someone who by chance had met him in this universe, this lifetime, and decided to begin a life with him. Were you always there? How long were you waiting? Why did you keep him waiting?

Someone who never has enough of him, he touches his chest where you left your marks all over him the night before he left. He smiles to himself. Remembering where each bite and kiss was placed. How your lips were raw and plump the morning he woke up next to you. He woke up 3 hours before he needed to leave to just stare at you sleeping. He would miss the moon lighting your face at night. He would miss waking up next to you. Making your coffee, feeling the warmth of someone laying next to him. He had to practically drag himself out the door to say goodbye.

He thinks of all the things that needed to happen before you two came together. He thinks of how he needed to be here, enduring this hardship, joining KorTac in order to have met you. Would you have crossed paths any other way? He knows for sure he wouldn’t have met you in Austria. 

Maybe his mom was right. Maybe the universe had rewarded him for his patience.

He pictures how the universe knew to make you for him. He holds up his hand to the moon, the outline of his humongous hand, how it overtakes yours, and fits so perfectly with his. He can wrap his hand across the side of your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, his middle finger touching your ear. He gently kisses your face at night. 

He touches his lips, imagines how your lips feel against his when you kiss for too long and you begin to giggle, or when you're in a serious makeout session and it hungrily pries his mouth open. 

He settles back into the makeshift sleeping bag, still staring at the moon. He’ll be home soon, and he can go back to reality.

He’s so happy the universe rewarded him. 

He imagines you looking up at the moon as well, waiting for him too.

[saddestsquid]

König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard. 

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

[powerfultenderness]

neighbour!könig’s reaction when he sees a guy walk out of your apartment . need your thoughts on that

omg, the man is gutted! Absolutely heartbroken! Especially after you asked to sit on his couch like that! 😆 He gets jealous but if you aren't technically together, then he realizes that he doesn't have a right to be so jealous and is a little overwhelmed with sadness!

So, last night König deviated from my outline! How very rude of him. But despite a power outage this morning, he was all over this and provided some fluff of the hurt comfort variety!

Even before he joined the military, he was an early riser. The sun was just starting to rise when he stepped out of this flat and heard the door to your flat open. He turned, smile already lighting his eyes, when instead of seeing you, there was a man. He had a slender but muscular build; the sleeveless workout top he wore gave plenty of proof of the man’s definition. The man, taller than you, shorter than him, looked at him a little warily, good. The man gave him a subtle nod as if to greet him then went down the stairs ahead of him. 

A sense of smugness, along with the sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of you with another man, washed over him as he noticed how quickly that man moved, how quickly he tried to run. König’s long stride made it easy to keep up, though, and he was only a step behind as the guy exited the building. He watched as the man practically sprinted to… guest parking. That was it then, you had had an overnight guest, a man. And König found himself jealous. 

-

He tried to ignore the bitter, pitiful, sensation that plagued him all day, but was not very successful. What was he supposed to think of when thoughts of you led to the sad reminder that you had chosen someone else? He certainly shouldn’t be thinking about using the man’s license plate number to find out more about him, where he worked, for instance. 

Now on his way home for the evening, climbing up the stairs to his flat, beer and food in his hands, he was met with another painful sight. The man was back, leaving again apparently, and you leaned forward, pressed your lips to the left side of his face, then again to the right side. 

“Alright, be careful!” You bid the man good night, “text me when you get home.” 

König wanted to sigh, he pouted underneath his hood. The way you had the capacity to care for others so much was one of the things he liked about you, but right about now, he wished you only cared for him.

“Oh! Hi, König!” You caught him before he could enter his flat.

He looked at you and tried to smile, but even he could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. "Hello."

“I have something for you!”

“Me?” You nodded, “hold on a sec, let me grab it!”

He unlocked and left his door open while you disappeared for a second, just so he could put his groceries down. You came back, knocking on the open door, with a plastic food container and a smile adorning your face.

“Come,” he invited you in, his prior sorrow temporarily forgotten at your friendly disposition. Friends, yes, maybe friends was ok.

“Liliana wanted you to have some cake! She said after all that candy you bought, you must have a sweet tooth!” 

He took the offered confection and set it down on the table, next to his beer. “It’s her birthday?” 

“No. She had this big performance today. The whole family gathered at my sister’s place to congratulate her. The place was pretty crowded, with my parents there too, so my brother stayed with me last night.” 

König blinked. “Your…brother?” Now that he thought about it, the man did bear a slight resemblance to you…

“Mmhm.” You nodded then tilted your head, “what’s up with you? Everything ok?” The man was your brother! 

König let out a loud and boisterous laugh. “Everything is perfect! Please thank the little mouse for me!” 

“Mouse?” You scoffed, “wait till you get to know her.” You’re pretty sure she loudly told you to take a slice of cake to your “nice neighbor man” to embarrass you in front of the family, little shit. 

He laughed again, “I would like to!” Because that would mean you incorporating him into your life even more! “Will you eat with me?” He asked once his chuckling faded.

“Well, I’ve had my fill of cake, but I’d love to hang out.” 

Oh, he’d love that too!

[More neighbor König]

[callofdutysimpsstuff]

if it’s a day you’re wearing a skirt, good luck to könig to try to focus. he barely heard you ask him to pass the seasoning.

“hello? könig?” you waved a hand in front of his face.

he shook the dirty thoughts out of his head.

“sorry maus.” he said and handed you the pepper.

“are you ok?”

“yes, yes, of course. you just look so good in that skirt. makes me want to bend you over this table.”

bye the time you two finished eating dinner had got cold.

neither of you minded though.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Little Cthulhu!König snippet

For as long as you could remember, you’d always been fascinated by mythology. By Gods specifically. There was something about them that drew you in. A younger you had akinned it to a fan and their idol but looking back on it now it now you could recognize that you were more like a moth to a flame. Reaching for something bright and unattainable, sure to be burned to nothing in the process.

These days you couldn’t help but feel that like that fire was real, could feel how it was so warm and giving but already consuming you at the edges. Your God’s flames, and oh how happy you were to let him burn you up and use the ashes of your soul. As long as he kept praising and loving you, his hand on the back of your head, patting you like some sort of dog, the feeling only intensified by the weight of the collar around your neck. Sure it wasn’t what you were expecting when you summoned an eldritch god in the woods but you couldn’t deny that it was…..nice. A god cared about you, even if he treated you like a pet more than a person. Scolding you when you touched his things like a cat about to knock over a glass. 

“Nein.” König, Your King, Your God, mumbled, batting at your hand when you reached out to touch one of his many tentacles. You noticed how he pointedly avoided your gaze, knowing how weak he could become when you gave him your puppy eyes. “You were naughty today. Ruined a potion that took me almost a whole 100 years to make.”

A trivial amount of time to him and you knew it, giving him a quiet and pitiful whimper, rubbing your face against his arm affectionately, watching how he started cracking at the edges.

“No.”

Another nuzzle and soft whimper.

“No.”

This time you whined, crawling into his lap, not giving him the chance to fend you off before you were wrapping your arms around his shoulders, giving him a teary eyed pout. Finally he relented, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

“Fine! Fine! You can touch the tentacles!”

Eldritch God: 0

You: 100+

[anticanonsposts]

shower stress relief

nsfw, mdni

ok listen....

y’all are showering together and he is looming over you, your back is against the wall and his arms/elbows are braced above your head. You are ever so gently jerking him off, or rather he is fucking himself into your hand, because he has been so good all day and you are talking him through it.

telling him how pretty he is

he's trying simultaneously make out with you but keeps breaking the kisses by moaning

he has a whole body shudder when he finishes but you're so mean so you keep palming his tip and he starts whining

[centaurisolarflare]

A soft little König blurb after all that filth:

I have this specific image in my head of being at the airfield or base or wherever right when he gets back from a mission, so he’s still decked out in all his gear. Once the two of you are away from prying eyes, he leans down as you pull his sniper hood up and hold it back over his helmet so you can kiss him. It’s a hungry kiss – full of “I’m so glad you’re safe; thank you for coming back to me” and “I thought about you every night; we’ll always find our way back to each other”. 

It’s urgent yet loving and you’re pressed as close together as you can be – some of his gear digging into you – both his hands holding your face, but then he can feel you start grinning against his lips. It morphs into you smiling so much it isn’t even a proper kiss anymore, until you’re outright giggling into his mouth. He pulls back, quirking his brow at you in question, but you’ve dropped your head to his chest. He holds you steady as you shake with laughter, smile now pressed against his tactical vest. When you pull yourself together enough to speak you do so with a little tug at his hood, telling him how it’s like you were pulling up a bride’s veil. 

He’s frozen, starring down at you with so much adoration it hurts, and he grips your biceps when he asks you, softly, if you’d wear a veil at your wedding. He doesn’t specifically say if you were marrying him, but the hope is plainly evident in his eyes. The hope boils over and scalds the inside of his chest, trickling down his ribcage, when you giggle again and say how it’d only be fair that he has to push past some fabric to get to your lips after you’ve done it to him so many times. 

He surges down to kiss you again and the only thing he can focus on for the rest of that week is wondering exactly how lovely you’d look standing with him as you exchange rings.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I think König would have a praise kink or a size kink or both.

A/n: Excellent!…

P.S: I wrote this on the way to work 😂

Pushing Konig down on the bed you gave the man a crooked smile. Your fingers running through his hair, your teeth nipping at his neck. “Such a good boy.”

Grabbing your hips you felt his hardness press into your core. You could feel how hard he, it felt good. You never thought a simple praise could effect the man so much. “More.”

Grinning you let your fingers run down his pants until you zipped them down. Placing another kiss to his neck you started to leave kisses down the exposed skin until you finally reached his cock. Running your tongue over the tip you looked up at him from your eyes lashes as he started to breath heavy. His hand clutching the sheets tightly. “You have the perfect cock and it’s all mine.”

Grabbing the base of his dick you slowly took more of his member in your mouth. Your tongue circling the head.

Groaning deeply, Konig bucked his hips as he thrusted into your mouth. His fingers running through your hair. You felt so good, you always knew how to make him feel good. Shivering he turned his head away, his breath coming out in pants. Konig could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers running up and down his shaft, your tongue continuing to work the tip.

Your name slipping from his lips as he raised his hips as he released in your mouth. His cum coming out in thick ropes in your mouth. Looking up at your boyfriend you gave him a grin licking your lips shifting your body so you were now laying by his side.

“Feeling better.”

Still catching his breath the only thing he could do was nod.

[liibility]

könig!!! again

—

Every single cell in König’s body worked just for you. He belonged solely to you. His very existence depended on you.

His hands, scarred and calloused, touch your bare skin in reverence. His eyes, haunted with the past and present, rest on you and he thinks maybe it’s all worth it. You were the only thing worth living for, the only reason he breathed. His heart continued beating through the night and into the morning just so he could hear his name falling from your lips in greeting. Words flowed from your mouth and he lapped them up like a parched man. You pull him into a hug after a long time apart and he‘s trembling in elation that you’d even want to touch him, much less let him wrap his arms around your entire frame. In his endless selfishness, he wants to stay like this forever.

He was wholly yours, and nothing would stand in the way of that.

[saltofmercury]

imagine konig wanting to take you out to dinner to a nice restaurant. it all goes well until he has to get up and one of his big legs bumps the table so hard it knocks the wine over and spills on you oh no

my poor baby.

I just know he gets super nervous because it's a really nice restaurant so he's not wearing his sniper hood, or any form of mask but he's dressed so so so nice for you and he's staring at you like WOW I can't believe someone actually is sitting next to me at dinner.

It does bother him that they seated him in the middle of the fucking restaurant because now everyone can see how tall he is, but also everyone can see who he's with.

He can't sit still so he focuses on drinking water before the waiter brings you guys a bottle of wine but now he has to go to the bathroom and you're about to reach for the goblet when he bumps the table and it and it goes up your nose, down your chest, and all over your legs.

He's so mortified so he starts to reach for a napkin, but you're like it's ok just go to the bathroom.

When he comes out you've already talked to someone about switching to outside because only YOU know that König will finally sit still where he feels like there's not too many eyes on him.

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Pizza Delivery Guy König :((

18+ !!

All tall and awkward on your doorstep, not being able to meet your eyes as he hands you the warm pizza box. His face immediately burning red when you graze his big hand as you grab the box and slyly pull your blouse down, mentioning to him how you don’t have any money to pay for it.

Asking him what such a big, handsome man is doing delivering pizzas, telling him he deserves a break and pulling him into your house, giggling at him when he knocks his head on the doorframe in his excited rush.

König who stares down at you between his legs like he’s seeing the sunset for the first time, fingers that were tapping nervously against your couches armrest turning into a death grip when you take his stupidly big dick out and start pumping it, muttering impressed coos that have him twitching in your hand.

König who lets out the most adorable whimpers and groans when you take him into your mouth, soft pretty lips stretching wide against his flushed tip. He’s surprisingly respectful for a guy who’s clearly never gotten a blowjob before—not bucking his hips up or pushing your head down until you choke—but you can see his resolve slowly slipping away with every bob of your head, soft hands gripping at whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth (which was about half of the weapon standing between his legs).

But if you drag your tongue against the vein on the side? Yeah, he’s gone. With a deep groan he grabs your hair and shoves your head down as he releases thick, hot spent down your throat, little gasps and whimpers leaving him when you swallow it all up without fail. 

König who doesn’t walk out of your house with money, but a satisfied smile and your number.

…

Rararara he’s so stupid I love him so much :33  

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Heelloohh! It kenat stop itching my brain so imma share it to everyone, Neighbor könig startling Y/n as y/n let out a questionable sound, and the following nights neighbor könig's he dreamt about that... Please powerfultenderness! THANK YOU!!!!!

🤭 Ooooh boy!!! König's dreams!

Gonna drop a Mature 18+ rating on this one because of those dreams!

König tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him, walking down to the mail room and humming to yourself. He followed you, about to speak up again when he noticed the white earbuds you were wearing. Ah! You couldn’t hear him! A wicked smile crossed his face as he dropped back a few steps while you blissfully continued on your way.

He waited until you had closed your mailbox, attention fully on sorting through the various letters in hand, before he pounced.

“Got you!” He shouted as quickly pulled you in his arms, lifting you in the air enough that your feet swung from the ground.

“Aieee!”

You squealed, mail flying through the air, and kicked your feet out at nothing. Your hands clasped down on his arms as you looked up and behind you to the laughing mad man.

“König! Let me down!”

Still laughing, and with his arms still around you, he set you back on the ground. “You should pay more attention!”

You rolled your eyes and popped your earbuds out and stuffed them in one of your pockets. “Stop laughing!”

Of course that only had him laughing harder, practically leaning on you to keep himself upright.

“König!” You whined and tried to wiggle out of his hold, not very successfully, the man had an iron grip (and chest!).

“Ok! Ok! Sit down, my little bunny.” He once again lifted you from the ground, not nearly as high in the air, and gently sat you down on the table that was pushed against the wall under the mailboxes.

For just a quick moment he was standing between your knees, your thighs spread wide just to accommodate him, and you let out a quiet gasp and whimper in that short moment. He stills, big warm hands grasping at your thighs and you panic. You quickly pull away from him and slap your hands over your face, “it’s not funny, König!” You whine and sniffle and-

“Shit! Are you crying?” He jerked away, as quickly as if he’d been burned and started to fret around you, unsure if he should touch you again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

A sob racks your body and you hiccup and gasp for a breath.

“I’m sorry, my love! I’m so-” he was leaning down enough to peek at your face, still mostly hidden by your hands, enough to see that you were holding back a smile. “You’re laughing!!” He jumped back and pointed an accusatory finger at you!

You finally let go and dropped your hands from your face as you threw your head back in laughter. “Ahahhahahaha!!! That’s what you get for scaring me, you big jerk!”

You must have looked like two maniacs just sitting in the mail room laughing like crazy, but neither of you could care at the moment what any passerby would think of you.

He helped you gather your fallen mail, and grabbed his mail while he was there too, and the two of you still shaking in laughter, walked you back to your flat.

-

Flowers. Pretty flowers that faded from sight as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck. “So beautiful.”

You gasped, arching into his touch and whimpering as he nibbled and lapped against your pulse point.

“König,” your arms were around his neck, hands clawing at the back of his shoulders like your life depended on him. Good, he growled as his lips traveled up your neck to your face, you needed him, he pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He needed you.

You squeezed your thighs around his waist and let out another erotic whimper. You pulled back from him, he tried to follow, but you gently pushed one hand against his chest to stop him. “König,” you whispered and glanced shyly away from him. He didn’t like that. He nudged your chin so you were looking at him again. “What?”

“Can I sit on your face?”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned, hips grinding into you. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”

He picked you up from the mail room table and turned around to set you on his bed, hands flying underneath the skirt of the pretty dress he bought you to pull down your panties, black lace finding a new home in his pocket.

Then he climbed on the bed, laying down while simultaneously pulling you, giggling the whole time, on top of him. You sat up, knees spread apart so that you were straddling his chest. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt high against your waist, the fabric pooling down your center. “Come here,” he tried to get you to move higher on him, but you ignored him and leaned down instead.

You softly pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “König.”

He gladly returned your kiss, but upon its natural conclusion he once again tried to entice you to move, just a little more.

“König.” You repeated with a breathy sigh.

“What?”

-

“König!”

“WHAT!”

“Jesus, man! Wake up, it’s go time!”

“Fuck!” König shook the dream from his mind for now, focusing on the mission before him. But the second he had a moment of free time, his thoughts went back to that dream.

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