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puff0o0 · 12 days
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"Schatz.."
You immediately looked up from your phone, staring at your dream man
You were cuddled up next to him, his arm wrapped around you while his other hand held the remote to the show he was watching
The blanket wrapped around you two perfectly and your bedroom was the perfect temperature.
You also went out and got food from your favorite restaurant not too long ago.
Many thought König was a cosplayer
"Yeah?"
"I'm right here"
He said, his eyes looking at you from underneath the holes of his sniper hood.
You weren't sure why he hasn't taken it off yet, he was at your house afterall
But you've only really gotten to know him after a year of him being around you, so maybe he's just not comfortable yet
"I know"
You smiled as you looked at him with nothing but loving eyes
You felt so happy
His eyes softened as they met yours, feeling the love you had for him made him feel warm inside
"..Then why are you watching footage of me knowing I'm right next to you?"
You laughed as you set your phone down, knowing he was referring to the edits you were watching.
He rolled his eyes before pulling you closer to him and hugging you tighter. You smiled and leaned into his touch, holding his hand tightly as you felt his fingers rub over your knuckles
Ever since he came out of the game and your TV, it was like you were in one big dream.
You read about this from a writer, Puff0o0 you think, but you never really imagined that it would come true
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theradiosilent · 1 year
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König nighttime doodle<3
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schizo-bbgs · 10 months
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König Arachnid lineart
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nrdmssgs · 10 months
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Königs first time with the reader
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Pairing: König x afab reader
Summary: you two have been dating for a while, but you always thought that of the two of you, you were always the needy one, and he was just too humble to make the first move. König proves you wrong.
Warnings: smut (under cut), there is almost no plot there, just pure shameless smut
AN: this is an experiment, I wanted to find out if I can write smut without 5 years of prior story and slow tension buildup) I`m still too ashamed to ask for beta reading, so prepare for loads of mistakes.
You were patient. You didn't touch him, when you two weren't alone. Didn't want to make him uncomfortable, and besides the wait was always worth it. Königs` kisses were an absolute unearthly experience. The first one was always light as a touch of evening breeze against your skin. Just a humble request. Hope burning in his chest. But as soon as you answered, pressed your lips to his, moved in unison with him, he was lost. Hope gave way to desire, necessity. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against his broad chest. His tongue slipped between your lips, in a desperate urge to taste you. Königs` heavy sighs and muffled moans echoed in your head as he tortured your lips with the most intoxicating touches, cupping your face with his tremendous hands. And then there was his piercing gaze. Silverish eyes never leaving yours, roaming around your face, lingering on your lips…
But this all was reserved for the times you were alone. You knew it well and waited, till your friends leave, and he stays to help you clean up after the party. "Leave it to me," he says behind your back as you put a stack of dishes in the sink. You don't leave the sink. "I need something to keep my hands busy. Otherwise, I'm risking... never mind."
He takes your hand and lifts it up to his face. “Leave.” A soft kiss is pressed against your knuckles. “It.” His hot tongue leaves a wet trail down to your fingertips. “To me.” He gently sucks on your fingers, holding your hand in a tender, yet firm clasp, stopping you from trying to get back to washing dishes. Now that's quite bold of him. You were convinced, it was always you, who was so impatient for his touch, who craved his kisses. But right now, he was proving you wrong. He didn't even wait, till all your guests were gone.
It was a miracle, you lasted so long and behaved so well, saying goodbyes to your friends. König was standing right behind you, waving at the last person leaving your place. No, he hasn't touched you more since that few blissful minutes on your kitchen. He just stood there, so close, you could hear his heart beating faster with every next minute.
As soon as the door closes, you turn around and press yourself against him. König knows what that means. Permission. He leans towards and lifts your chin. This time, the first kiss is not at all meek and reserved. His short muffled sighs are quickly filled with groans. His tongue is so hot, it makes you wonder if König caught fever. In a few moments, that could as well be a few minutes, you are absolutely drunk on his kisses. You grind ever so slightly against his hip to release tension, coiling in your body. You two never went this far, and you don't want to scare him off, if he is not yet ready. But gods, you need him. 
His massive hand slides down your spine and clasps on your soft hip. For a split second you think, he wants to stop you from whatever you are doing. But he instead presses you closer to make friction stronger. He is so eager, you are almost taken aback, and you break your kiss for a moment. König only shuts his eyes and presses you even closer. “Bitte… bitte hör nie wieder damit auf*”- he desperately pleads and finds your lips once again, going for a much deeper kiss this time.
You may not understand Königs mother tongue, but he is good at explaining everything without words. You've been patient long enough, might as well let yourself be more daring this time. So you unbutton his pants, reveling in his moans, while he goes down from your lips to your neck. He lets go of your hips, allowing you to pull back a little, giving your hands more space. You slide your fingers under his boxers and a soft shiver runs down your body. You've never felt anything like that. So huge, so unbelievably hot, you didn't believe, human body could produce such temperatures… So painfully hard and veiny. You release his cock, and König pulls away from your neck and desperately bites his hand, holding back a loud moan. He looks up at you with craving, wet eyes, dark with desire. “Bitte…” he whispers breathlessly. You aren't sure if he wants you to stop or go on, until he pushes his hips slightly closer to your hands. “Bitte,” you hear his barely audible whine.
You smile and put your both hands around his girth, spreading his precum around. He tries to hold back but can't keep it for too long and starts to move, sliding himself in your grip. You look down and feel your mouth watering. He is so massive, so beautifully entangled with an ornament of veins, glistening, like the finest desert. You wrap your fingers around his cock tighter, and make a few bolder, quicker moves. He closes his eyes, and you notice tears glistening at the corners of his eyes. "Oh no," he tries to grab your hands, but fails to do that in time. Heavy drops fall loudly on the floor. It goes on long enough, like he's been holding back too long. "I'm sorry... so sorry, Schatzi*." His breath is absolutely stuttered, he digs into his hand so hard that the skin under his teeth turns white. You press your lips against his cheek and whisper, "It's okay. I wanted this," as he continues to apologize.
"You don't have to apologize, König. We just... shouldn't have taken so long... Don't worry, let me get some tissues and you can rest, okay?" You unconsciously raise your hand and lick your fingers. This does not escape König. He looks up at you and you don't recognize his eyes. Hungry and lustful. When he answers, even his voice is different. Raspy and deep. “Oh no, I'm not resting tonight. Not until you feel as good as I just have.”
*Bitte… bitte hör nie wieder damit auf - Please… please don`t stop *Schatzi - treasure
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shadow0-1 · 1 year
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Cut your lifeline
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enigma-system · 9 months
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Have no fear.
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demoralised · 1 year
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Koenig Specials Ferrari Testarossa
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superhyperfastcars · 15 days
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itsagrimm · 1 year
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Wegbier
Translation: a beer for the road. It’s the drink (often a beer but other drinks like Clubmate or Almdudler for those that don’t drink alcohol are also common) one takes with them when wandering from one space to another while out with friends. And I literally mean wandering. It’s not a drinking while driving thing but a drinking while walking or using the public transport thing.
CN mentions of alcohol and drinking, theft, reader gets lifted up (hold on tight, spidermonkey!), drunk König
Summary: You are walking home with your boyfriend after a night out and cause havoc.
For legal reasons this is a joke.
König X gn reader
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Song that fits this: The Cure – The Lovecats
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It was night. Or morning. Somewhere in between when it was hard to tell. You had missed the train to get back into town and instead of waiting for the replacing night bus, you had allowed König to talk you into walking.
“Come on!”, he called back over his shoulder. His long strides made him leave you behind ever 5 minutes and he had to turn around and wait for you to catch up.
“I don’t want to walk anymore!”, you lamented, tired from spending the last hours out with friends and enjoying the summer night at the lake.
“Leave me here, just let me sleep in the woods.”, you gasped dramatically, “That fallen tree with the moss over there looks so cosy.”
He starred into the woods, “That tree looks rotten.”
You suppressed a yawn and took a sip from your Wegbier before dragging yourself on. “Alright, nevermind. Off wandering home, we go. Through the dark hours of the night.”
König chuckled, “Since when are you so dramatic?”
“Since when are you so keen on walking everywhere?”
Another chuckle. “It’s not even 2 kilometres. You are just too used to cars. Less whining, more walking.”
“Easy for you to say, König. You take a step and you already have made about half of that distance.”
“That’s an…”, he paused and took a sip from his Wegbier before continuing while searching for the word, “…exaggeration. That’s the English word. Exaggeration. You exaggerate. For the dramatic effect.”
It was your turn to chuckle.
The evening and the alcohol had turned you into an overdramatic tipsy mess.
But it had turned König into the unfiltered version of himself, laying every thought bare with delightful simplicity.
Your visit in König’s hometown had been fun. It showed you a playful side in him when he joked around with his family, showed you places he loved, or taught you new german words until your head spun from the confusing grammar and unfamiliar pronunciations.
A more surprising thing to you, however, was the amount of walking.
To the store.
To friends.
The odd habit of having to leave the house at least once a day for a little walk like an animal stalking their territory.
And now you walked home with your boyfriend.
At least he walked. You needed a break.
“Come on! We nearly made it”, he called once again before stopping in his tracks and started laughing.
It was a gremlin laugh. One of those laughs followed up by either something very funny or very concerning.
You stared, slightly confused, and finished your beer before putting it next to a trash can for easier access to whoever collected the trash. Another habit König had taught you.
“What is it?”, you called and caught up with your boyfriend, following his stare onto the other side of the street.
“I need this.”, he growled.
“What?”
He nodded into the direction of one of the signs at the side of the road.
You squinted your eyes to see better despite the twilight and the distance to the sign.
K-Ö-N-I-G-S-S-T-R-A-S-S-E.
Your slow, tired and intoxicated brain needed a moment before finally gluing together the letters and translating the word.
Königsstrasse.
Kingstreet.
The street sign displayed your boyfriends callsign.
He laughed again and finished his beer.
“You in?”
You turned to him. “You mean, stealing it?”
He shrugged.
“Yeah. It’s fairly dirty. It will be replaced soon anyway.”
“Awww,”, you teased, “Are you, an active mercenary, trying to justify your crimes? No need, I’m in.”
He nodded as if only half listening and already planning the heist while finishing his own beer and leaving it next to yours at the trash can.
You looked around. A bit off from you there were a couple of houses, dark and silent as its inhabitants likely were deep asleep at this time. The street was empty. And above you a sole nightingale had started to sing.
Determined to get that sign, you crossed the street.
It was up high. Very high.
You jumped, trying to touch it only to miss it by a couple of centimetres.
“There is an easier way.”, König rasped, appearing out of thin air right behind you like a lynx before grabbing you and putting you onto his shoulders.
“Woah!”, you cried out in surprise, “A warning, next time please?”
“Next time? Do you think we are making this a habit, Mausi?”
You giggled at the sound of the pet name and started to feel the street sign for any way to remove the board from the pole.
“Shit!”, you cursed, “We need a screwdriver. Or a socket wrench.”
“A what?”
“A socket wrench.” You made a few cracking sounds to imitate a socket wrench while circling your hands like using… well, a wrench.
“Ah”, was all your boyfriend did while fumbling at his belt underneath you.
You grabbed the sign to steady yourself and grimaced. It really was dirty.
“Try this.”, König passed you his multi tool, “Try the screwdriver on the left side.
You mumbled a few curses while trying to see and get out the right piece of the multi tool in the twilight.
“Got it.”, you finally whispered after having cut yourself nearly twice while fumbling with the tool, “Why do you even have that with you, König?”
“To steal shit and cause havoc of course”, he replied without hesitation.
“Ah-a”, you replied while working on dislodging the sign. It took you a few tries but König hardly swayed underneath you or complained about your weight while you worked on securing the trophy.
“I have it.”, you finally declared and pulled the sign free.
“Is it heavy?”
“No, König, I can hold it. Just let me get down.”
Another of those gremlin snickers escaped your boyfriend as he stepped away from the pole and started walking into the direction of the town.
“What are you doing!”, you cried, trying to hold onto him with the multitool in one hand and the in spiderwebs and dirt covered huge sign in your other.
“I’m carrying you home. You didn’t want to walk anyway, and I’m tired of waiting for you, Mausi.”
“Fucking hell.”, you cursed while grabbing onto his head for balance.
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Epilogue
It was past midday as you woke up. König was snoring peacefully next to you with the pillow over his head to keep out the light.
Still feeling sleepy but not tired enough to get up yet, you turned – and stilled.
Next to the bed was a sign.
A huge streetsign.
You elbowed König and he groaned in protest.
“What is it?”, he grumbled.
“Exactly. What is this?”
With a sheepish look he looked over you.
“Huh, Mausi. That looks like a night's out yield.”
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skagerra · 1 year
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hello~
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cosmicqvake · 5 months
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I love how when Koenig mentions that there’s a ton of fanfiction online about Quake, Daisy just says “did not need to know that.”
This implies that Daisy does indeed know what fanfiction is.
You cannot tell me that she wasn’t reading silly little fanfics about her own favourite silly little characters in her silly little van.
Daisy is a fanfic girly confirmed.
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puff0o0 · 2 months
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König with a gyaru partner!!
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Ghost's hcs are here: ☆♡☆
Tags; @cutenote @aethelwyneleigh27
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☆ He didn't know what a gyaru was at all until he met you.
☆ He found your makeup unique but never asked about it until you told him you were a gyaru which made him ask what it was
☆ He likes the fact it started as a movement against Japanese beauty standards and spread around to other countries.
☆ The meaning behind it amazed him and it allowed him to learn more about you as a person
☆ He adores the makeup on you. How can he not? You pull it off so well and it stuns him.
☆ He won't watch you do it like ghost would, but he would definitely pour all his money into getting you new lashes or contact lenses if you wear them or just makeup in general
☆ The clothes? They also match you so well.
☆ Will spend all his time and money on buying you new ones. He's tried buying you stuff as a gift but he's not sure what fits your substyle and what doesn't..
☆ usually ends in him just asking for you to send him your wishlist
☆ He tried to parapara once but he was so stiff 💔 and forgot most of the moves, doesn't see how you do it
☆ Takes you to karaoke if it's something you like to do!
☆ Drains his money into nails if you wear them. He always looks at them, amazed by how you manage to get anything done with them. They're so long and gorgeous??
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morthern · 10 months
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Kreatur
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schizo-bbgs · 1 year
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he gets dizzy easily..
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nrdmssgs · 11 months
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König guilty pleasure headcannons
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You see, while on work, he gets not more than an absolute necessary minimum of time to get himself cleaned. So the first thing on the agenda when he's back home is a long hot shower.
90% of the time he just stands there still watching the clouds of steam rising around him.
Sneaking tangerines into the shower while no one is watching. Hot steam is certainly nice, but hot steam with a festive citrus smell, sweet tangerine peel oil that tingling his lips ... This is his personal sensory paradise.
Definitely thinks that others will find it weird, so he will never confess this little guilty pleasure of his to you, until you catch him yourself.
Does household chores to the murmur of the TV series, which he puts on "for background noise," as he says. The series is in German, so you don't understand anything.
"This is Tatort*, Schatzi, it was constantly on a TV when I was visiting my granny as a child. Pay no attention, there is nothing interesting going on there..."
Secretly very invested in what happens in every episode. Remembers all the episodes in which the action took place in Austria.
He goes to supermarkets early in the morning when there are almost no customers. He stops between the rows, where rarely anyone lingers, leans against the wall, closes his eyes and listens to store music for a long time. The smells of baking bread, sleepy movements of managers, this music, the rumble of steps - this brings his thoughts back from the last mission to ordinary life.
In the cold season, when no one sees, he throws back his head and exhales puffs of steam into the darkening sky and watches them float up. Since childhood, he loved to watch them change shape and merge with the darkness.
When scrolling Instagram feed, avoids all the "scoops" videos, because he knows, that once he starts really watching them, he'll come back to life in a few hours.
*Tatort is a long-running German television crime series also popular in Austria. Each episode is a complete crime solving story. The series is filmed in different cities of Germany and Austria.
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shadow0-1 · 6 months
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Captured
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