#könig drabble

[dmitriene]

riding werewolf!könig, your naked body, which supple flesh is flushed with a slight blush due to the bubbling warmth in your body, is covered with his cloak made of wild wolf's fur, enveloping you in warmth and softness, as well as the thick, deep scent of könig's musk.

könig growls beneath you, calloused hands paw with a rough grip on your hips, sharp claws dig sharply into your soft, rounded ass, scratching the thin skin with small bloody scratches, as you bounce up and down on his meaty cock, your gooey walls pulsing around his fat, leaking girth.

his blue eyes stare into yours with an animalistic, hungry gaze, black pupils dilated and gradually absorbing the brightness of his blues, his cock throbs in the tightness of your stretched, silk pussy, as könig watches your breasts jiggle with each thrust, practically howling at the mere sight.

until your perky, sensitive nipples are between his sharp canines, wet tongue draws circles and sucks, as he more actively impales your squelching cunt on his weeping cock, squeezing and lifting you by your supple hips, deliberately quickly pumping into your cervix as a knot forms on his spurting tip.

könig making sure to fill you to the brim each time, letting the outline of his cock bulge in your tummy, as he jerks and coats your slick, pulsing insides with his thick, potent cum, making you shiver and arch rigidly with chocked, syrupy mewls slipping past your swollen lips.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[tinkertea]

mdni

god, i'm salivating at the thought of thick könig, big muscular thighs and a chunky muscular stomach. he isn't toned like a model, for beauty - no, he's toned like a soldier, like a war machine. dark hairs are covering his belly, a thick hairy trail leading you down between his legs.

the way he'd indulge your admiration of his strength, flex his biceps for you, making you gasp each time in excitement. but you're particularly fond of his legs. he's so tall, so strong. the muscles of his thighs are well defined and the way he oh so deliciously flexes them while making you grind on them has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

god, he loves being covered in your slick, feeling your arousel coating him. könig's obsessed with making you use him, he loves being your toy - yet he doesn't seem to shut up, always grunting, big hands on your hips, guiding you. "fuck, that's it, keep using me. make yourself feel good on me, c'mon. wanna feel you cum on me like the pathetic little thing you are. y'know i won't fuck you otherwise, be good. no need to pout at me."

[cod-sins]

.ೃ࿐ Format: Drabble

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: Fluff/Mild NSFW.

Touchy!König who constantly makes you sit on his lap when you're trying to watching a movie just so he can trace and pick with parts of your skin.

Touchy!König who comes up behind you when your cooking dinner. His hands snake towards your stomach locking together as he plants sweet kisses your neck and nibbles on your earlobe.

Touchy!König who convinces you that sleeping over at his house is more important and that he'll make up whatever money you lost for coming in late to work that day.

Touchy!König who enjoys sharing a shower with you because he gets to properly examine your body. He won't keep his hands to himself, he's lathering you up making sure to cup and fondle your chest.

Touchy!König who let's you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he plays with your hair and mumbles sweet nothings in German.

Touchy!König who plants a kiss on your forehead as you sleep knowing you'll be safe from the harm of the outside world.

[ink-n-shadowfiction]

Brother's Best Friend!König Headcanons

pairing: brother's best friend!König x gn!reader

genre: some fluff (just König being a simp), a lil smut (minors—DNI)

word count: 281

brother’s bsf!könig makes sure he’s always around base with your brother anytime you come to visit

brother’s bsf!könig gives you a souvenir (ngl it’d probably be like a rock or a seashell or something) from whatever country he’d just come back from just to see the way your cheeks burn with heat

brother’s bsf!könig writes letters to you while on deployment because he knows you’ll write him back. he can tell when your letter comes in because of the purple ink pen you use, the way you swirl his name in pretty handwriting

brother’s bsf!könig gets drunk around your brother and has to try extra hard not to start blabbering about you and how pretty you are. sometimes it doesn’t work, and it ends with your brother giving him a black eye for ever thinking about his little sibling like that. of course, neither of them would mention it in the morning

brother’s bsf!könig can’t help but think about you every time he fucks his cock up into his hand. it’s filthy, but his brain automatically conjures up how your small hand would look around his thick length, how you’d look fucked out and sweating on his bed, what noises you make when you finally crest your high

brother’s bsf!könig can hardly breathe the first time he gets you under him, your skin glistening with perspiration and anticipation as he drags his ungloved hands down your sides. he feels like it must be some sick joke—“there’s no way a person like you wants a guy like him”—but when you peer your at him with big dopey eyes and practically beg him to get on with it, he knows it’s real. you’re real.

[cheersyouslxg]

╰┈➤ 👑 König 👑

Woke up feral to the thought of König breaking down the bedroom door because of a fight and you wouldn’t open up. He warned you, multiple times, that if you didn’t unlock the goddamn door it was coming off its hinges and maybe you forgot just how strong he was or just how delusional he was sometimes when riled up that when the cracking splinter of the wood announcing his incoming had you frozen in surprise.

“Now, now, kleiner hase… don’t you ever run and hide from me in an argument.” He tsks, dropping to his knees and coming eye level with your form on top of the bed. His hand engulfs your jaw, forcing eye contact as he glares. “You’re upset, but you don’t ever leave angry, understand?”

[dressdaisy]

kiss and tell 🎀

könig x reader fluffy drabble <3

warnings: none, unless embarrassment counts

it’s a tiny bit sad in the middle but then we get silly again :)

horangi makes an appearance too!

word count: ~1,400

turns out your husband, könig, isn’t that good at keeping you a secret…

you used to be a night owl, until you met könig. he kinda got you used to his soldier sleep schedule (up at 5 am, in bed by 10pm, when he wasn’t out in the field and forced to go days without sleeping). you were cursing your well adjusted sleep habits now, though, tugging your blanket around your shoulders as you see könig off at the door. it’s near 12 am, your neighborhood is quiet and still, but könig is as alert as ever.

you’d been out having a drawn out, romantic dinner when he’d been called on, but it was an urgent matter, so you two immediately went home so he could shower and pack. he always gets all focused and serious in times like these. he’s going on about the usual safety reminders-

“lock the door at all times, liebes” “don’t go out too late. invite your friends here instead.” “turn your scented candles off before you leave… on second thought, maybe just don’t use them at all? you’re a little forgetful sometimes”

-and you just smile sleepily at him, watching him adjust his bulletproof vest. of course to fully get into könig mindset, he’d gear up before leaving. your neighbors always turned in early, so he wasn’t worried about them seeing some scary soldier exiting your house, leaving them to wonder if that guy was friends with your tall as a tree, yet gentle husband. you’d already changed out of your favorite (and könig’s too) red dress, but you still hadn’t removed your makeup, opting to fuss over könig’s packing instead.

just as he taught you about bettering your sleep cycle, you taught him of accepting commodities and being cared for. now his pack has his usual stuff, plus on the go hygiene products, non perishable snacks (he has a weakness for these dark chocolate granola bars), and little mementos that are his guiding light through these trying missions. <3

now, huddled together at the doorway, you can’t help but tug him down by his vest for a kiss, pressing your lips over his through his mask. he makes a little noise of surprise, having been cut off mid safety rant, but he instead lifts his mask to kiss you “i’ll always come back to you, even if i have to crawl” (never “bye”) properly. the space between you warms as you kiss each other with all the love you have, damn near creating your own dimension where just the two of you exist. you know it only makes it harder for him to leave though, so you act as the rock, gently pulling back before wiping your lipgloss from his lips. “you’re gonna be late, love”, you whisper, discretely blinking away a tear when he glances at the clock on the entry table. “right as ever, königin”, he smiles as he straightens his mask picking up his duffel and helmet in one hand.

“redo of our date night?”, he asks, turning the door knob with his free hand and stepping over the threshold. you cross your arms over your chest, tugging your makeshift robe closed as the night chill from the open door sweeps in. “next weekend”, you declare confidently, full faith in your husband, secure in the knowledge that he’ll always make it back to you. the rest of his departure goes by in a blur, from the kiss he blows you before climbing in his car, to you locking the door after waving til his car turned the corner. a successful send off, you sigh as you head to shower and do your skincare before passing out for the night.

unfortunately, there was one little detail you both forgot…

könig strides into the base, heading straight to his office to grab some files needed for the mission briefing. he’d meant to get those documents signed and sent up the next rung of the kortac ladder, but no one had anticipated the turn of events that kickstarted this urgent mission. other soldiers were coming and going through the halls, some glancing (no one dared stare) at him in awe… or fear. either worked, in his opinion. könig couldn’t help but let it stroke his ego. he remembered how it felt to be a fresh faced rookie, only hoping to someday become one of the higher ups. he chuckled quietly to himself, even slowing his purposeful pace a little to give the newbies a nice colonel könig sighting.

when you got it, you got it, no?

he sauntered to his office, noting horangi was waiting outside his door. he also noted the way his friend’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took in his appearance. könig returned horangi’s strange look with a confused look himself. he’d checked he got everything right before leaving your house. his vest, the gear strapped to his vest, his mask, he even made sure to put his helmet on before entering the base… so why was horangi staring at him like he’d sprouted wings?

“you old dog!”, horangi gave könig an easy push on his shoulder. “you got a girl and you didn’t tell me?”

what???

könig had done all he could to keep you safe and untarnished by his work… obviously you knew what he did, but he’d never delve into details, and he sure as hell didn’t tell anyone at work about you. what purpose would they have knowing? he didn’t need them trying to cajole you into coming to stay here just to have könig be available on base full time! his engel didn’t have to step a single foot in this place. how on earth did horangi find out?

kortac did have their own…creative…ways to find out information, and it would be much easier looking into one of your own compared to an enemy. könig was racking his brain for any instance where he might have noticed surveillance being run on him, or any of his non agency issued electronics acting odd from possible hacking. the mailman had been acting a little shifty… (no, he hadn’t) and his personal phone had been displaying that odd pop up every time he opened his photos app! (again, false alarm. it was a “storage full notice”. he’d filled up his storage with pictures of you and your adventures together.)

horangi, meanwhile, crossed his arms, thinking könig was trying to think up a convincing lie against the obvious evidence.

aha! what if horangi was just making a wild guess, trying to catch könig off guard? könig wasn’t a fool. he’d been in the business long enough to not fall for such a elementary level interrogation technique. he just had to keep his cool. horangi definitely had nothing on him. könig allowed himself a casual, light scoff before setting his duffel on the floor and facing his office door, wanting horangi’s weak interrogation over with already. “where is this coming from? now’s not the time for jokes”, he huffed dismissively.

“you can’t be serious. you must have a girl…unless you’re going for a ‘confuse the enemy’ method now?”

okay, now könig was annoyed, which is saying a lot, because horangi was the one colleague he most liked. “cut to the chase, kim” könig fished his keys out from his duffel, flicking through them to find the one to his office

“könig, there’s a glittery lip print on your mask… right where your mouth would be”

shit

the only sound in the hall was könig’s keys clinking as he dropped them in shock.

how could he forget you’d kissed him through his mask, while you were still wearing your cursed (it was actually quite lovely, it tastes like strawberries to könig, he’s just mortified right now) shimmering lipgloss?

that’s why all the soldiers he passed in the hall looked at him funny. it wasn’t awe, it was confusion! basically all of kortac witnessed him making a fool of himself! of course könig is losing his mind, horangi’s cackling laugh serving as the background music, but rest assured, könig’s reputation is safe. those five (5, fünf, cinco) soldiers he passed didn’t get a long enough look as to notice the glittering spot on his mask. only horangi was brave enough-and dare i say lucky enough- to actually look at the revered and feared colonel. könig’s thanking all the forces of the universe when he remembers he always packs backup masks.

for what’s it’s worth, your husband sure learned his lesson. that’s how the only restriction regarding your kisses came to be

new rule: no kissing over the mask

. . . . . . . . . . . .

sorry, i just love making könig be silly 🫶🏼

[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.”

[lazybutsmexy]

Cheater

König x reader (GN)

Warnings: cursing

"You-... You cheated!" You screeched, your glare harsh and rimmed with unshed tears.

"You did it first!" König shouted back, his voice echoing in the small room.

"I did not!"

"You forced my hand!"

"I thought I could trust you, König!" A tear almost escaped you but you rubbed it harshly with the back of your hand. You would not let him see your vulnerability now.

He still saw it, his eyes widened a fraction of a second before returning to their previous seriousness - he hated to see you cry, but he would not bend over this time. "What I did… That's not cheating, and you know that." His voice went quieter, as if trying to make you knock down a few pegs and calm down, but you were having none of it.

"Bullshit!" You bellowed, throwing a letter from the Scrabble board at him and watching it bounce off his head with a 'thunk!' as he flinched at the impact, "there's no way that YACHT is an English word!"

"It is!," König defended himself, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, "look it up, damnit!"

Ghost just watched the wooden letter ricochet from König's head and onto his lap, and sighed as he went back to sharpening his knives, feeling the start of a migraine. "...just fuckin' nuke me already…"

Taglist: @cool-0-n

[saltofmercury]

if your request are still open maybe a lil könig angst with a miscommunication trope 👀 if not i still love your writing! every piece blows me away 😄

here’s something small because I’m feeling like poop!

“You said you would be done an hour ago and our movie starts in 45 minutes!”

He’s sitting on the couch grumbling about going to see the movie before the previews. His leg, bounces up and down as he checks the time on his watch again.

“I’M GOING!” You yell back, trying to either pin back your hair or wear a hat. You decide on a hat and head downstairs. It’s so funny hearing him say 45 minutes early is considered late to him.

“Ok I’m ready, let’s go.”

You guys drive to the movies, hearing König rant about how they gotta get the good guy right. If they don’t the whole series is going to shit. You mentally prepare yourself for the questions you’re about to ask him because you don’t watch superhero movies… until he came along.

On the way back from the movie, you’re sitting hearing König complain about the movie being changed.

“Listen it’s BAD enough they changed the whole plot but did they have to make the bad guy a good guy? It makes no sense!”

He’s annoyed, pissed off at the fact that they change his comic book stories once again. You're just happy that he’s able to talk you through them —his brain is a whole encyclopedia of comic book knowledge.

You butt in, just for a quick second.

“Can we grab some frozen yogurt before we head home?”

He sighs, mumbles something about “being annoying” and makes a u-turn.

You’re stunned, kind of taken aback at the fact that he would say something like that. He’s always in the mood for dessert so it doesn’t make sense as to why he would say that.

He goes on about how producers are there to give money, not take away from the movie. He’s still babbling about it when you arrive at the store.

You reach the store, but the cravings are gone, replaced with anxiety, sadness, guilt.

“Come on schatz let’s go.” His tone has shifted again, you’re unbuckling your seatbelt, not wanting to stand there, pick out a flavor you want let alone toppings.

You can feel your stomach hurt, because if you’re being annoying for asking for yogurt, you’re probably even more annoying for picking out these things.

He walks through the store, already knowing what he’s going to fill his cup with — chocolate yogurt, Oreo toppings, and strawberries. He always gets the same thing.

You put the cup back, chewing on your lip, and tell him you’ll skip today.

“What? You wanted this.” He says, scooping up more Oreo topping on.

“I think I’ll skip, I'm sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry schatz.” He says it, not looking at you but the toppings again. He’s aware of your cravings, maybe you’ll want ice cream instead, and there’s plenty of that at home.

The drive home, he’s fumbling with his yogurt, while you’re fumbling with your emotions. What did you say for him to call you annoying? “Being annoying” replays in your head, you haven’t been called annoying since middle school.

You’re back at the house, quietly excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. You’re so hurt because why would he call you that? Why is he being so mean?

You decide to shower alone, letting him scroll through his phone at other movie reviews. You’re dressed and ready for bed, turning on your side without giving him a warning, as he peeks through to the bedroom.

“What?! It’s bedtime already?” He asks

“You didn’t even tell me to come shower with you schatz…”

“Hello?” He tries again, but you’re focusing on pushing back the tears.

“Schatz, hey…” he comes around your side of the bed, and you crumble.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you not feeling well?”

You sob, feeling so pathetic, not wanting to answer him.

He rubs away the tears, there’s a pain in his heart, hoping you’re just feeling sick, wanting some time alone.

“Y-you called me annoying… I don’t wanna bother you I’m sorry.” You manage to whimper out.

He looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of when he called you that because he would never tell you that to your face. He knows about being called annoying. From his father, his classmates, his older brother.

“When did I say that?”

“W-when I asked for yogurt.”

The conversation replayed in his head, when you asked for yogurt in the car, he was calling the producers of the movie annoying. Not you. Never ever you.

“Baby I wasn’t calling you annoying I was talking to myself you’re not annoying!”

Your sniffling stopped for a bit, but you’re back again, covering your face with your hands, feeling the heat in your face. Now you feel stupid.

“Come on, you’re never annoying.” He pets your face and hugs you, feeling like an asshole. How could you ever think that? He consoles you the entire night, feeling so shitty you could ever think you’re annoying to him.

[erinfern0]

NSFW alphabet with: König

warnings: somno, cnc, anal play, könig being a switch disaster (mostly sub tho), mention of injuries/blood

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

most of the time he just let's you rest, because let's be honest - you'll be exhausted every time. if you dom him, he's just going to kiss all over your body, thanking you for taking care of him, leaving dark hickeys over your skin if the ones he previously made faded away. if he doms you, he'll make sure you're okay, bring you some water and clean you off. usually just caresses your body, making sure you're not too sore. sometimes he pulls you closer and cages you better his arms, his head resting on top of yours as he praises you until you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he truly likes his hands and back. He takes pride in watching his fingers travel over your skin or just interlocking with yours or deep into your tight hole. he never really cared for his back until he met you. He started liking it when you started digging and dragging your nails over his skin when he made you loose your mind beneath him. he loves the way it looks, covered with red strokes, sometimes blood staining the sheets after you two are done.

he's obsessed with your thighs and stomach. He squeezes on them a lot, sometimes in public just to tease you. he adores your little squeaks when he stands behind you and wraps his arms over your belly, tracing over your curves with his fingers as his face is buried in your neck. as of your thighs, he loves to see you wear shorts that end mid-thigh to see how tight the material squeezes them. he loves to grab on them, dig his digits until he bruises you if you let him. Sometimes he's just right there, between your legs, kissing your inner thighs unlit his lips are sore. Not only in the sexual way, sometimes he'll just cover you with butterfly kisses and whisper how much he loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his loads are huge and he loves to see them over you or leaking out of you. a few first times he was worried it was too much for you, so he would pull out and just cover your stomach, back or chest, making sure to clean you afterwards. the first time he came inside of you was when you two were too carried away while you rode him, you assured him you're okay and he finally relaxed, giving in. he was truly obsessed with the view and begged you to keep going just to see how his cum that leaked out of you made a beautiful, slick ring over his cock. Now he just wants you to milk him any time you desire.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has a full folder of your private pictures/videos, he looks through them every time you're away. when you're away he'll call you if he truly needs you, asking you to just talk about your day while he looks through it, getting himself all worked up, hearing your voice and watching your body on the photos while just bucking his hips into nothing, imagining himself thrusting into you. most of the time you have no idea that he does this.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

before meeting you he didn't really have any experience and was happy to discover everything beside you. he didn't really watch porn or anything like that, he was mostly too busy or just not interested. but then you appreared in his life and helped him to gain his experience. he spent hours just touching you, getting to know your body, most sensitive spots and limits and was happy to hear you want to do the same with him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl. he just loves to see you bounce off his cock, especially when you just make him lie down, your hands on the bed on both sides of his head as you struggle to keep your body up, whimpering above him as you speed up. he just melts under you and pulls your body even closer. he also loves when you just lean back, rolling your hips over him while just throwing your head back, your hands either supporting you by holding his knees bent behind you or focused on teasing your nipples just to add to the pleasure.

he also loves missionary, just watching your face as he takes care of you, his hands focused on caressing your body as he makes you arch your back with pleasure. he just loves the faces you're making.

bonus: anything against mirrors as he loves to see you so much.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he takes your intimate time very serious, especially when he's supposed to dom you. he likes to be prepared and organized, that's why it's always so perfect. the only time he laughs during sex is when you fuck him dumb, especially when you overstimulate him, he'll just cry and chuckle, chocking on his own saliva as you keep going.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

he used not to care about grooming that much before he got more intimate with you. after you left hickeys on him, he wanted them everywhere. Especially on his v-line and inner thighs, right beside his cock. That's when he decided to give it a try and he loved it. He can't imagine covering that area ever again.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's very sweet, always asking if you're okay, if you need a break and stuff like that. he can praise you for hours, worshipping your body. he cares about your enjoyment more than his and it shows. he also loves to be as close as possible to you, hates to move away at any point.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he only masturbates when you're there with him either by his side or talking to him through the phone, he can't do that by himself, he just can't cum without you. he loves when you guide him, tell him how to do it, when to speed up and when to slow down. bonus points If you call him your good boy for listening to your instructions so well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

somno - he was very scared to tell your he didn't want you to think he's some sort of a freak. he never thought you'd like it as much as he did, so he was shocked when you said you want to try it. he always asks for consent before you two fall asleep, you also have a safe word just in case. it started off very slow and careful, he would just fuck your thighs as your asleep, gently sliding his cock between your legs right over your pyjamas. then he would just give you head while stroking himself. the more you did it, the more he would try and over time he finally allowed himself to do more, eventually just stretching your hole, lubed with his spit and slowly fucking you while you're unconscious, trying so hard to keep quiet not to wake you up. never goes too fast before you wake up, he needs your full consent to try going any rougher so you can't be unconscious.

breeding kink all the way 🫡

being called your good boy or your puppy, this makes him squirm like a whore. he turns into your obedient toy in just that moment. he doms you for two hours already? call him a good boy and he'll cry and beg you to finish him off however you please.

and obviously - size kink. he loves to remind you how small you are in comparison to him. he's not mean about it tho. he doesn't like degrading you, feels wrong to do so. he's just a fucking tease.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

your couch is his favorite place in the world. so many options to go for, so many positions you two can pick. You spend a lot of time on it, just cuddled up to each other while watching movies together. sometimes you eat in front of the tv. It's obvious that after some time you start doing naughtier things on it. He loves the way you two reflect in the tv, he adores to watch you like you're his favorite tv show.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you turn him on. just you, in general. you can make him weak in the knees with just one specific look in your eyes. he loves to pleasure you so no matter what - just ask and you'll receive. your fantasies keep him inspired and motivated to try out new things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do anything before asking you, he also doesn't do things that he believes might hurt you in long terms. yeah, leaving marks and bruises, sometimes just his hand prints over your skin but never anything to leave scars. he also wouldn't do anything more than teasing in public, feels wrong and his anxiety makes him overthink it a lot every time you mention it. so he'll definitely leave a tiny kiss on your neck as you stand before a store isle or touch your sex through your clothes while having dinner at a restaurant/sitting in a bar with his team, just barely running his fingers over it to make sure you know what he wants.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when it comes to oral, this man strongly prefers giving. he's a sucker for anything he can taste on you and watching you squirm and cry out in pleasure as he moves his tongue and lips over your sex. definitely grips on your hips to keep you still as he overstimulates you over and over. he's a fast learner, he didn't have much experience before but he watches your reactions and know exactly how to please you. his skill is only about you, he doesn't care about learning in general, just you.

overstimulation>>>>edging

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's very slow at first, always makes sure you have everything you need and you're stretched enough for him. loves to take his time while thrusting into you. he wants to let go, be rough and fast, fucking you into your bed, making you scream out in pleasure under him but is very careful and patient. sometimes too much. you need to literally beg him to go deeper, harder or faster. he loves to hear you beg but always goes so slow at first that it drives you crazy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he prefers to take his time with you like I said. sometimes spends hours with you under or on top of him but will do it if you're just too desperate and will ask him nicely, he can't deny you for long. he'll take you right before you go to take a shower for work. press you against the sink of your bathroom, smile as he slowly slides inside of you, one hand on your clit/cock while the other grips your hip tightly. He'll grunt and whimper behind you, hoping you're quiet enough so your neighbors won't hear.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

he likes to try out new things, especially when you bring them up yourself. Will try any toy you give him, either on you or on himself. doesn't take the risk in public. you can do anything to him. Bite, scratch, god, you can even carve your name on him - he'll take it. Any position, no matter how difficult, he'll just smile and nod his head.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as.long.as.you.want. no matter how tired he might be, no matter how overstimulated he is - he won't stop until you're fully satisfied. the safe word you picked will just rush through his thoughts but every time he's about to say it, he's realizing how much he enjoys it and just lets it disappear off his mind. another thing is that he always let's you cum first. no matter how much time he has to wait - he will. you want to edge him a little more? he'll cry and beg but not disobey.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

as you wanted to experience a lot together you two have an impressive collection already. his favorites are your bullet vibrator you always have on you and a small anal plug that you two got just to try it. allows you to wear it in public but will never touch it when you're outside and you have it in. again, too anxious for public play. if you ever want him to try it on himself, he'll get himself prepared before you come back from work and ask you to use it on him as he doesn't want to do it alone. surprisingly loves it and wants to experiment more with anal play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he might be cruel but most of the time he's just too weak to say no to you. the only teasing you'll get is the one over your clothes while you two still lie in bed in the morning, he's just so desperate he has to touch you. he might rub his crotch against your butt while you two stand in the kitchen together but the moment you ask him to do something he'll just do as you please.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's very vocal, not only with his words by praising and begging, but also - he's a whimpering mess for you every time you two take some time together. stumbles over his words a lot, usually mixes german and english when overstimulated. his voice cracks a lot when he feels good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he definitely loves to see the bulge your belly has every time he's deep inside of you. If you go missionary, he'll lean back just to press his thumbs over your stomach, pushing it down on the sides to see his tip hit you from the inside. maybe run his thumb over it just to feel more pressure over his cock.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's a big guy in all ways possible. He takes lots of pride in it, despite being insecure about his body for most of his life. loves to see dark hickeys over his chest, neck and v-line. his nipples are way more sensitive than you could ever imagine and he adores to see your hands play with them as he looses his mind underneath you.

like I said - he's big. in all ways possible. you might already guess he's big down there too, thick also. you though he was big when you saw him over his pants? wait till he's hard, you'll gasp at the view. his tip is big, bright and sensitive, works for you like a plug if you want. he's also pretty veiny, patterns spread all over his length. the slit is very visible, especially when he gets all hot and swollen from arousal.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's very pent up after all that time he lived without you so now he wants to be with you all the time. not always having full on sex, taking all of your clothes off. sometimes he'll just make you sit on his lap, your back against his chest, head over his shoulder as he touches you under your pyjama shorts. he loves when you grind over his thigh, he doesn't care you'll stain his pants, no way he's stopping you. he gets frustrated easily, he has to do something about that.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as soon as he makes sure you're okay he just passes out next to you, pulling you closer to him so he feels your heartbeat slow down after you both come down from your high.

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[dmitriene]

muncher!könig, but only if it's relates to your pussy — he's a good boy that stays loyal his temple, one that is keeped right between your supple thighs, rounded flesh keeps his thick fingerprints from the way he holds on to them, because otherwise you'll slip out from under the ministrations of his fat tongue, and he doesn't want that at all.

könig easily brings you to overstimulation every time, because if you let him try once, he won't come off — licking into your sopping, coated in your slick and his saliva, cunt, tracing circles around your slit and moving up and down, jaw opening till it's hurts him and his nose is bumping and rubbing against your twitching little clit.

he's everywhere — inside where your gooey, gummy walls pulse around his tongue that lolled out to fuck into your sweet pussy and against your spongy spots, or outside — where könig endlessly sucks on your swollen clit or licks against your slit, folds puffy and fluttering just as your eyelashes everytime you roll your eyes back inside your mushy, empty head.

everything squelches, ringing in your ears together with loud slurps and chocked groans that emanate from könig's slightly chapped lips, now soft because of how much they are coated in your slick and creamy cum, dribbling to his chin and down to your trembling thighs, before landing onto once dry sheets.

könig won't stop until his hunger is satisfied, in spite of how much more chocked and squeaky your melodic moans and mewls become — slowly turning into sobs and whines, small twitches of your limp limbs.

cause once you let a dog get a taste, he won't stop begging for more.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[tinkertea]

MINORS DNI

FEEL GOOD

i've developed a fully fledged kink for men who wear masks, send help

synopsis: you make your boyfriend feel good after gym. pairing: könig x fem!reader warning: heavy petting; swearing category: smut word count: 814

He was sitting comfortably on the couch, his muscular legs spread wide enough so you could sit between them, his arms behind his head. It was ridiculous how good he looked, half-lidded eyes locked at you, watching your every move. His dark blonde hair was messy but you liked it, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if suppressing a smirk at the way you were admiring him. No longer was your undivided attention making him nervous, no longer was he questioning whether you found his scars repelling. He knew you barely noticed them, rather focusing on the freckles, on his eyes, on him.

“You look good”, his smooth voice broke the silence. You knew he was right and König knew how lucky he was to have you sitting obediently in front of him, breasts almost spilling out of the black lace bra you had put on just for him. Your fingers were leisurely drawing patterns on his legs as your eyes met his. 

“D’you wanna touch me?”

You nodded, licking your lips at the thought of having your boyfriend at your mercy. He slightly tilted his head at you. “Go on then, Schöne. Make me feel good.”

You didn’t waste time and started to get him out of his training shorts that he had still been wearing. Your mouth watered at his muscular thighs – for some reason you had always found them particularly attractive, whether it was the way they flexed when he was fucking you in a hard but steady rythm or the way they felt when your barely clothed cunt was rutting against them. 

He was wearing grey boxers, a dark wet patch showed off just the effect you had on him. How could he ever deny how blessed he was by having such a gorgeous thing all for himself? Of course he got turned on by the way you greeted him impatiently at the door after he’d finally returned from the gym, your body clad in the black lace, your voice sweet like honey when you’d asked him “Do you like it, König? Bought it just for you” as you gently led him to the couch.

It was a silly question, really. You could tell by the outline of his growing member, by the way his pupils dilated, how his tongue darted out to wet his pink lips - he loved it. 

The groan he let out as you put your mouth on him - only separated by the fabric of his underwear - had you squeeze your thighs together but you were determined. He could feel your hot breath, your lips trying to suck through the fabric. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, more, more. There could never be enough of you.

König felt your lips turn into a smile, you were so cruel, enjoying his demise, his exterior cracking beneath your touch just like this. He had to press his eyes shut as need became a lump in his throat. “Fuck, scheiße, bi- please,” his voice jumped an octave higher.

It was tough to suppress a moan when his cock sprung free, you longed to feel the weight of him on your tongue, to taste him. It was addicting – how he melted beneath your touch, how his face was scrunched up when you hadn’t even done anything yet to warrant such a response. You were addicted to the power he allowed you to have in these rare moments, you were addicted to how he laid his vulnerability bare in front of you.

“I’ll make you feel good, my king, I promise,” you almost purred before licking from base to the top, following the prominent vein on the underside, getting him nice and slick, before licking the pre-cum off the beautiful pink tip. His breath hitched when you licked his slit, König’s hand roaming through your hair like it had a mind of its own before you gently took in your own and placed it on his knee. 

“Be good, my king,” you mumbled against his soft skin, taking as much as you could into your mouth. While your one hand held his fingers tight as you struggled with his length, your other toyed with his balls the way you knew he liked it. The moan that escaped him was enough to confirm this knowledge. “Fuck, fühlt sich das gut an,” he mumbled beneath his breath, his emerald eyes trained on you again. 

He couldn’t miss out on the magic unfolding in front of him. Though his arousal clouded his mind, he couldn’t help but notice how you squeezed your thighs, how your eyes were dark with lust as you enjoyed the taste of him. He was sure that by now you were seeping through the thin lace thong onto the hardwood floor. He didn’t mind one bit, he’d make you lick it clean later – before he’d feast on you himself.

[hyperfixat]

writing silly drabbles for my mutuals 🥳

König absolutely adored the fact you loved cats.

It was very obvious you did and he made sure to let you see them as much as possible.

How to do that?

Take you to the local cat cafe that had just opened up when he was back from deployment. Imagining your joy in every step he took as a smile laced his lips.

Holding your hand the whole way in before getting you seated at a table, pulling the chair out for you before pushing you in so he could order for the both of you. He asked what you wanted and quickly went to pay for it at the register.

Sitting back down, a cat seemed to attract its way to you, this he definitely noticed. Watching as you got so excited and starting playing with the cat, he made an excuse to get up and go to the workers.

Next thing you know that same cat is on your couch, waiting for you as you just had gotten home from work the next day

co cat parenting w könig 😵‍💫 i want this man bad!!

wahh imagine the cat just. laying on his chest or legs or anything it’s like the childless version of seeing him with a baby. GAH i [bangs hand on floor]

[ink-n-shadowfiction]

So i just googled what a meet cute is and i was like what if we change it to meat cute. Like reader accidentally seeing König's pp. As startled as they were, reader thinks his pp nice. Then that's how they met each other and eventually hit it off

This is what sleep deprivation gets ya, kids

this idea? iconic. sleep deprivation? not iconic. make sure to get some sleep love <3 thanks for the request ;)

pairing: König x medic!reader

word count: 449

warning: embarrassment, seeing König naked, just overall awkwardness

after a long day of stitching up soldiers and running concussion tests for some of the guys, you just wanted to take a hot shower. that's why as soon as the clock struck eleven at night, you gathered up your toiletries and a towel, making your way down the hall toward the communal showers.

no one ever really showered that late at night, most of them too tired to drag themselves from their barracks. that's why you took advantage of it. you'd get complete privacy, and no one would be there to tell you that you were hogging all the hot water.

but as soon as you rounded the corner into the showers, your jaw dropped open slightly at the hulking man standing before you, his back to you as he toweled off the water droplets from his broad shoulders. your eyes immediately drifted lower, a hot blush flushing your skin as you adverted your gaze to some dark corner of the room. "jesus christ—i'm sorry, i..."

the man in front of you visibly flinched at your words, hand immediately going from his brow curls to pick up a piece of black fabric from the bench in front of him, tossing it over his head and obscuring it from your view. "scheiße—i'm sorry, i wasn't...expecting someone else here this late."

"it's fine, it's fine—just fix your towel, please." you squeaked out, eyes darting around the room in an attempt to look anywhere else but the behemoth of a man standing before you. there was a hot blush on your cheeks, fingers tightening around your towel and toiletry bag still hanging in your grip. despite him standing with his back to you, you could see everything.

with a nervous chuckle, the man before you wrapped the white cotton towel around his waist and secured it with one hand, turning over his shoulder. his eyes widened in the dark shadows the mask was casting over him, his voice sudden much more meek and quiet now that he could see you. "uh—wow, i..." he cleared his throat and quickly began packing up his own things, the muscles of his back and shoulders tensing as he moved. "apologies again. i'm...not used to seeing someone here this late."

you just nodded wordlessly as you walked towards the bench, standing next to the man and spreading your items out on it quickly. "it's...fine—i didn't mind. i-i mean i didn't see anything." you lied through your teeth flawlessly, your tongue tripping up in the beginning and laying bare that you had definitely seen something. your freudian slip made the man let out another nervous laugh.

and that was how you met könig for the first time.

[issysfantasyworldsblog]

Wrestler!König

Wrestler!König, who doesn’t speak into the microphone, imitates his opponent with his piercing eyes and tall physique.

Wrestler!König, who surprises the audience with unexpected moves that aren’t suitable for his size, like with a “springboard moonsault“ or a “sunset flip“.

Wrestler!König, who wears his hood but changes it slightly so it won’t fall off during matches.

Wrestler!König, who is surprised that many children are fans of him. On Meet and Greet, children ask him if he can pick them up for the photo. 

Wrestler!König, who plays a heel on TV but is quiet and nice backstage and loves to listen to his co-workers.

Wrestler!König, who trains four times a week to be in good shape.

Wrestler!König, whose costume is just long pants, wrestling shoes and tape around his wrists.

Wrestler!König, who loves his job.

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[c1phyb4ra]

༺ღ༒Spoiled༒ღ༻

Pairing: König x GN!Reader

CW: None, just purely self indulgent fluff. Consists of my personal romantic fantasies. (*´꒳`*)

〖Hi, just throwing this on here because ahhh!! I love love love silly little scenarios like these that are just the most romantic forms of intimacy in my eyes. Hope y'all enjoy and feel free to spam my ask box with requests :3. Enjoy <3〗

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2 months.

2 long months of König being out on deployment. I sighed deeply, my thoughts wandering to when König would be back. He had estimated that he would be back by this weekend, but things could always go wrong and end up with him being gone for much longer. It was the risk of his career, and I despised it.

Yet I still loved how passionate he was about his job, and how he was excellent in his field of work. I couldn't fault him for that. My thoughts were so pleasantly surprised when I heard the door unlock and as I turned to look at the door, König was already there, scooping me up into his arms and holding me tightly. I yelped in surprise from being picked up so suddenly but once I saw the familiar sniper hood and helmet I knew I was in for a treat.

"König!" I shrieked excitedly as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. I press my body against his, the thick canvas material of his uniform scratching my skin. I gently pulled off the heavy helmet and tossed it on the couch where I had been sitting previously. I also tugged off his sniper hood, the ratty material being discarded as I took König's face in my hands, my fingers tracing his strong handsome features. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose as I let out an excited laugh.

"You're back early! I missed you so much, did everything go well?" I ask as I hug him back tightly I feel his lips on my neck as he responds, the Austrian accent in his voice very prevalent as he spoke.

"Ja, meine Liebe... I had to come back early, I missed you too much, we will discuss the mission at another time. Right now, I believe I have something more important to do." He spoke, as he peppered my neck with gentle kisses. His stubble scratched my neck and tickled me as he kept gently kissing my neck.

"And that is?" I ask him with a giggle as I soak in his affection.

"This," he says as he shifts his lips to my mouth. I melt into his arms as our lips melt together in a dance of pure love and passion. I let out a happy groan as I let his tongue enter my mouth. My fingers traced his jawline and neck as we kissed, my heart pounding with excitement and love. One of his hands reaches around to support my body in his arms while his other arm holds me close by my waist. He pulls away for a bit of air as he lets out a shaky breath, his pretty blue eyes looking into my own. My legs instinctively squeeze the muscles of his back as I hold onto him, not letting go. I feel happy tears escape my eyes as I look at König, overwhelmed with emotions.

"I'm so happy your back. This was the longest mission yet, and it hurt to wake up without you by my side." I murmured as I peppered his face with kisses. Before I even finish his hands move to my face, cupping your cheeks. I feel his smile against my lips as he leans in slowly for another kiss.

"Do not cry, vögelchen. I am here now and will be staying for longer. I missed you far too much and needed to spend more time home with you." He spoke softly as he kissed away my tears, his lightly chapped lips feeling comforting as he did so. I sighed as he put me back down on the ground, yet still keeping a strong grip on me.

"It's late darling. Let me run you a bath and help you get cleaned up then we can cuddle for the rest of the night." I said as I took his hand and led him to the bathroom, humming as turned the tap on and began to fill the tub with warm water.

As I hummed, König had his arms wrapped around my waist, clumsily following me as I took various bottles of product out from the cabinet and placed them on the shelf next to the porcelain tub. He took a few deep inhales, his nose in my hair as he took in the scent of my shampoo. I chuckle at this as I close the tap and check the water temperature. Once I deemed the water perfect, I added a few calming scents to the water, some bath salts, and a bubble solution.

I turned to König and helped him get out of his thick military uniform, the heavy fabric dragging across his skin as I helped him undress. I smiled as I traced the scars across his skin lovingly, his battle scars showing how much he's been through as a soldier.

I felt König shiver under my touch, my fingers tracing the puckered scar tissue from years of bullet wounds, cuts, and knife fights he's gone through. His years of service left his flesh covered in keloid scars that I loved to pepper with kisses after nights of pure love and passion.

"I'll help you wash your hair, just get in and relax, okay my dear?" I spoke tenderly. His hand comes up to caress my cheek. The simple action of tracing the scars on his body was both soothing and arousing for König. He steps into the bath and sighs, the hot water and its calming scents filling the room with its humid warmth. He sinks down, submerging his body into the scented bubble bath. I got on my knees at the head of the tub and my chest presses against the back of König's head.

"It feels good, Liebling." His voice is low and soothing as he looks up at me. I took a cup of water and gently poured it over his hair, the short choppy ginger tufts flattening against his scalp. I squeezed shampoo onto my palm and lathered the soap into his hair, my fingers massaging his scalp as I thoroughly scrubbed his hair. I quietly hummed as I washed his hair.

I watch König lean into my touch, my mere touch and presence getting him to fall into a deep relaxed state. The gentle lathering, the massaging, the warmth of the water. Even my humming lulls him to a trance-like state.

I see his muscles relax, and I feel him take a deep breath and let go. His shoulders drop a bit as I wash his hair and hum. He relaxes as he gazes up at me. I smile at him and give his forehead a quick peck as he leans his head on the rim of the tub.

I finished washing his hair and rinsed it, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. I then began to massage his tense shoulders, my fingers expertly massaging the knots out of his back.

The tension drains from his muscles. I can feel his entire body completely relax under my fingertips. He lets out a slow exhale, his breath becoming deep and calm as he listens to both my voice and the water around him lapping at his body all around him.

As you near the end of your massage of his shoulders, he begins to pull me towards him. His large hands rested on my own, which were still resting on his now relaxed shoulders.

"You're... How you say...spoiling me too much, Liebling." His voice drops low again as he lifts one of my arms and places it so my forearm is resting on his collarbone/chest. I smiled as I stood behind him, my arms wrapped around him while my chin rested on his head.

"You've just been away so long, I figured you needed something to relax and unwind after this deployment," I said as I sighed, his finger tracing the back of my hand. The steam from the water lazily flowed up and fogged the mirror as I continued to hold him, the front of my shirt becoming soaked from König's head resting against my chest.

"I really did, maus. It's been so hard being away, not only physically but emotionally. Just knowing that you've been here all alone while I have been on duty makes me feel guilty. You've done so much for me, for us, and I couldn't even be there with you at all times." He speaks sadly, his body tensing up again. I press my cheek to the top of his head as my nails slowly scratch the side of it.

"König darling, it's your job. I understand that your career is risky and sends you away from me for long periods of time. It's okay. I still love you, even if you're not always here." I said with a sad smile as I pressed another kiss to the top of his head. I feel the muscles in his back soften once more, his breathing growing slow and relaxed.

"You are right, I know you understand, but I think about it quite often." He turns his head slightly to look at me, his hand reaches out and caresses my cheek.

"How do you cope with me being gone so long? It must be as hard for you as it is for me." He asked. I let out a nervous chuckle, my cheeks growing pink as I think about it.

"It's ah, a bit embarrassing to admit... but I tend to use your shirts as...um...pillowcases. It's just something that makes me feel closer to you, no matter which part of the world you're in." I said with an embarrassed chuckle. König lets out a small laugh as he shakes his head.

"It's silly, I know. I just find comfort in your smell." I say quietly. He looks back at me with a big smile.

"I am not sure which is better, your confession or the fact that you think I'm not doing the same with your clothes. I might have also taken a few of your things with me when I leave so I could smell them when I miss you. You have a very sweet smell." He says kindly. I sigh happily as he takes my hand and presses a kiss to it.

"Hehe, I'm glad I'm not the only weirdo who likes sniffing clothing. You just have a very relaxing scent." I said bashfully. I feel a faint chuckle and his lips continue to wander from the back of my hand and up my forearm, his hand squeezing mine.

"Ich liebe dich, vögelchen." He murmurs softly. I smile and move from behind him to next to him so I could press a kiss to his lips.

"Heh, ich liebe dich auch," I replied, my German sounding clumsy but still got the message across. König chuckled at my attempt.

"Your pronunciation is getting better, maus." He said with a big grin on his face. I blush and laugh.

"I've been practicing," I reply playfully. König smiles and sits up rinsing his body off, getting ready to exit the bath.

"There is something else, I want to tell you. Something I thought you'd appreciate to hear." He says as he kisses my hand again.

"Go on dear," I say as I lean into his touch, my free hand grabbing a towel and began drying off his hair. I hear him take a deep breath before he speaks again, the words slow and measured.

"My darling... There is no one else in the world that I could be with. I feel so at home with you. I think... I am not proposing just yet, because it has to be perfect. But.. Do you think that you would be open to the idea of marriage?" König asks nervously.

I hand him a towel for him to dry himself off. He stands up and wraps it around his waist, the fabric hanging loosely off his hips, a strawberry blonde happy trail creeping up his muscular torso. I try to hide the huge grin on my face as I place a change of clothes on the bathroom counter.

"Yes, König. I would be very much open to that." I said with a tender smile. I stand up on my tip toes and wrap my arms around his neck, his bare torso pressed against my clothed one. I lean in and kissed König, our lips fitting together perfectly. I pull away for air and giggle happily, my face pressing into the crook of his neck.

His lips now find the nape of your neck, giving you soft and tender kisses, his words almost a whisper between each kiss.

"You are my family, you are my home. I love you." He whispered in my ear, while playfully nibbling on my earlobe. I smile.

"I love you too. Now come on, ya big sap. It's late, we need to head to bed." I playfully flicked his forehead as I pulled away. I took the fresh set of clothes and handed them to him.

"Get changed, I want to cuddle so badly and I can't wait any longer." I jokingly demanded. König let out a laugh, his shoulders shaking.

"As you wish, meine Liebe."

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