#konig x gender neutral reader

[simonrillleyyysss]

need to sit in between ghost legs as he tells könig the proper way to eat my cunt 🥲

KSEOODBAKDJDUFHRJEE ITS A NEED

sorry it’s short

ghost would be so bossy!! his arms gently wrapped around your neck, lips gently moving across your collarbone; listening to your soft mewls as the redhead between your thighs lapped at your cunt—tongue flicking along your folds, huffing in arousal!!

‘don’t rush, y’ need to take your time, go slow.’

the gruff voice above you commanded, hands moving to cup your breasts, gently groping at the fat;snickering as könig nodded, whining slightly—before slowing his movements; big nose bumping against ur clit!!

‘better. how’s it taste? tell us.’

the austrian let out a soft whine, your eyes fluttering back with soft gasps, his tongue flat against your cunt, hips grinding against his face—muffled speech coming from him, vibrations brushing against your puffy clit!!

‘tastes..tastes so good; sehr, sehr gut.’

‘yeah? sounds like it.’

the blonde mocked, reaching over to tug at königs hair, shoving the man’s face into your pussy, immediately eating you out like his last meal, hands digging into the curve of your thighs, panting like a dog!!

lewd slurping sounds caused you to hide your face in your hand, a chuckle erupting from ghosts chest, thumbs tweaking with your nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger.

‘gonna make them cum?’

‘Immer.’

[peaches-creek]

“What if they don’t like me.” You say.

“They have begged me for months for a day like this, do not worry my love.”

“So, what if they finally meet me and they-“

“They will love you, just as I do.” He interrupts.

As you walk up the stone walkway leading into Konig’s childhood home, you can’t help but feel insecure. You have been dating for a little over a year, and have a small apartment off base together. You haven’t met them yet due to busy work schedules. Though you did feel as though you were putting it off, you couldn’t help but felt as time passed that they must resent you, keeping their son away from them for so long. You walk up to the door and Konig gives three loud knocks to the white-painted wooden door.

Now you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but with the way Konig explained his mother, you would’ve thought she was a tiny old lady. He had said his parents were a bit older, having him in their late thirties, making them around 65-70 years old. He mentioned two siblings, a brother who lives in the states, and a younger sister who lives at home. His father and mother owned a bakery in town, right near a church. He worked there when he was a teenager.

Anyways, as the door opens, you have to look up to greet her. She had to be about 6’2, with grayish blonde hair, and just the right amount of wrinkles that tell you she has lived a happy life.

“Hallo! You must be the girl I hear so much about. Come in, come in, we have so much to show you.” She greets, guiding you inside, she seems like one of the nicest women you have ever met, she looks young for her age.

The house is beautiful, everything looks handcrafted. Then you see his father and realize Konig gets his height from his mother, his father couldn’t be only taller than 5’8

“How do you like your tea?” He asks.

“Milk and sugar please.”

For the next hour, you will see countless albums of baby Konig, kid Konig, and even awkward phase Konig. All so adorable and dorky. His mother is nothing but kind, asking you questions about yourself and seeming genuinely interested. His father is more quiet, but he has this kind smile that just rests on his face, you can see it as he catches up with his son. It was a wonderful afternoon.

“So you two live together?” His mother asks. Konig and his father were outside, talking about their garden.

“Just a small apartment off base, not too far from here actually.” You say.

“That’s nice, it seems very serious between you two.”

“Well it is to me, your son means the world to me.”

“That’s a very refreshing thing to say to a mother you know,” she starts, “I was always so worried about him, He is very hard on himself, I was even more worried when he joined the military.”

“He is very good at his job I hope you know, I worry as well but he is very diligent and precise.” You soothe

The front door jingles as if a key were being used. In walks in a woman, about the same size as your boyfriend. About 6’9, same red hair, and same sweet smile.

“Hello.” You greet.

“Ah, it’s very nice to meet you.” She says giving your hand a firm shake. She sits down at the table right across from you.

“Yes, I agree.” You say.

“So how did you to meet?”

“We met through work, I’m a medic.”

“Yes, I met her when she had to give me a few stitches,” Konig interrupts, walking back inside, “She was very gentle compared to the rest of the medics that work there.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.” You say.

“I disagree, anyways she didn’t actually talk to me until we were on a job, She had to reset my knee, again very gentle.”

“As gentle as a person can be while pushing a bone back into its place.”

“You seem very accident prone, my son.” His father adds.

“Yes, he is, I think he does it on purpose.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Konig says.

“When did you get the courage to ask her out.” His sister asks.

“She had to ask, I was very nervous and backed down many times. She asked if I liked tea, to which I said yes, and then she asked if we could go get some the following morning, I said yes.”

“Very romantic.” His mother gushes.

The afternoon turns to evening and it’s time to go back to your apartment.

“It was very nice to meet you all, I don’t know why I was so nervous, you guys are so lovely.”

“Come back anytime, I can teach you how to bake strudel.” His mother offers.

“I would really like that.”

You exchange goodbyes and get into Konig’s truck.

“Wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He points out.

“No, it was awesome Your family is so kind, I see where you get it from.”

He grins, and continues driving.

What you didn’t know, was that his mother slipped his grandmothers ring in his hand before you guys left.

[naivegh0ul]

weighted blanket isnt enough i need a 6'4 giant to lay on me 😔 (ghost or konig idc bro theyre both my baby girls )

-rvmanticlvr <333

ugh so relatable!! need them both to crush me :(

I don't think König would want to be a weighted blanket for you, too worried about crushing you so he'd stick to lying under you and holding you tightly, kissing you on top of the head while Ghost sandwiches you in between him and König.

It'd be so comfortable, being squished between these two massive, beefy men with their soft chests and muscled arms. König would lightly wrap his bicep around your neck, holding you in a playful headlock while Ghost rests his head on your chest, calloused hands rubbing your waist gently.

God, it would feel so good, too. König acting as a nice firm mattress under you and Ghost soft but muscled body crushing you just enough.

Oh to be squished by two beefy soldiers....

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hihi!!

I absolutely adore your writing!! I hope you’re having an amazing day/night!

If you don’t mind, could you please write ghost/Keegan/roach/Gaz/soap finding out gn!reader was falsely accused of being a traitor and tortured for information while they were away on a mission? Like they come back in the aftermath after the accusations were debunked and reader was proven to be innocent and tortured for apparently nothing

Please don’t feel pressured to write this!! I wish you the best <3

a/n: hi!!! I don’t know if you’re the same anon that requested and I answered but this ask is from forever ago- anyhow! Since I already did all these characters for this idea I’ll be doing some other ones :)

Price:

-felt more guilty then anyone on 141. He was your captain. And your lover… and he managed to fail to protect you in both fronts over some silly reports and a few lacking papers and a mission he got stuck on

-couldn’t stand to even touch you. It felt like hurting you even further, or hurting your soul whenever he tried

-he knew you said you forgave him.. but how could anyone truly apologize nor forgive something like that??

-truly felt like a failure. He failed to protect you as a lover. He failed to protect you as a captain.. what if he failed again? To blinded with work like he was last time?

alejandro:

-about to find and KILL whoever reported you without him knowing. He was the colonel. He should have been TOLD.

-to see your wounds littering your body while laying next to you.. shattered his trust in Los vaqueros ever so slightly, and shattered his soul ten-fold

-found who reported you and almost killed them if Rudy hadn’t held him back and calmed him down

graves:

-held. Held it all in. All of his feeling and anger and the guilt whispering into his soul ‘if you had gotten back earlier they would have been okay’ or ‘how could you let your partner get hurt like that? Failure of a man.’ Haunting his very being

-tried to avoid it all, tried to hide like a coward, tried to ignore it and throw himself into mission after mission

-but he couldn’t ignore you.. and couldn’t face you either.. the only time you truly saw him was when you slid into his barrack to sleep next to him and even then he looked haunted

-eventually got the courage to apologize on his hands and knees. Breaking down and holding you tight in his arms

konig:

-the second he came back from mission he looked for you, only to be told you were a traitor. A scum. A sell out.

-he tried to not listen. He KNEW you, he knew how much you loved kortac, but the ideas slipped into his mind none the less

-the second he heard he was right? He was torn between beating up anyone he heard call you a traitor, or beating himself up for thinking the same

-when you were finally back on base, he picked you up and held you tight, tears sliding down and staining both his mask and your shoulder, apologies and ‘I love you’ falling from his mouth in shaky tones

-his strong hands were always on you from that moment on, his calloused hands running softly along your new scars or holding your hand in meetings

-he never went on mission without you again. He’d rather die in your arms then have you be tossed away and hurt where he can’t save you ever again.

rudy:

-seriously watched his heart fall apart to see your wounds after the fact, the feeling of helplessness looming over him like a shadow

-hated that anyone could have ever even thought someone as stunning as you would work for the cartel

-hovered over you and helped you with EVERYTHING. He couldn’t stand to apologize without crying, so he did so by acts of service as a apology

-he couldn’t tell if he was helping you simply to help you, or to calm the guilt raging in his heart like a burning fire he was stuck in the center of

[fluffymaxsworld]

hii i just came across your blog and i love your theme!! it’s so cute :))))

can i request könig defending the reader from teasing? maybe she’s a new recruit for kortac and she’s very soft spoken and some other recruits are making fun of her b/c she’s so quiet!! könig overhears this and comes to readers defense!!

thank u bunches!!!

-🐻‍❄️

STOP THIS IS LITERALLY SO SO CUTE 😭😭

könig x gn!reader

(i changed it a bit so you’re soft spoken and a lil shy)

you’re someone new, like never ever been in the military and your first mission is no other than a undercover one!! you’re so so scared bc you know how hard for you is social interactions, especially talking with strangers, ESPECIALLY on an undercover mission that’s supposed to be your first. and its so uncomfortable bc everyone is so used to this type of missions but you :( so you decide to talk to a superior and share your problem. he’s so kind and doesn’t mind that you’re shy and he tells you it’s okay for you to stay at the base.

four are the people that aren’t picked for the mission, you, two men you barely talked to and this big, scary masked guy (lol guess who is!!).

you kinda feel that feeling of shame for not being in the mission, after all everyone knew that that was supposed to be your first one so you just sit there, staring at your lap and sometimes biting on your nails. that big scary guy (who you finally remembered was könig) just sat in front of you with legs spread and body relaxed.

after awhile the two other men approached you. at first they barely acknowledged your presence but then it seemed like they realized who you were and why you were there.

“you skipped the first mission?” one of them asked.

“and the undercover one, over all! it’s basically free buffet and a couple of trackers!” the other continued.

“i don’t like socializing that much…” you muttered, still glaring holes in your lap. your voice was soft and sweet, definitely not the voice of a military woman. they stared at you for a second and then one of them started laughing.

“that’s the fuckin’ weirdest excuse i’ve ever heard!” he said, looking at his friend.

“woman, you can just say you’re lazy, no need to make up a lie like that”

“it’s not a lie…” you replied, voice shaking. you could feel sweat forming on your forehead and lips trembling. you wanted to bury a hole and hide in it.

“it’s not a lie” someone repeated (woooh🫣). you stared up and saw the big, scary man behind the other two. he looked at them and they cheaply excused them self, saying something like “relax man, we were joking” or “you’re no fun…”.

as soon as the two men stepped out the room he turned around to face you.

“are you okay?” he asked, the eyes softening slightly.

“now i am, thank you” you said, catching up the breaths you lost in that hell of a minute.

“you’re the new recruit, aren’t ya?” he asked. you could tell he was from central europe, germany or austria, he had a very clear accent.

“yeah.” you presented yourself, smiling awkwardly at the situation.

“the captain told me ‘bout ya. can’t handle galas or parties?” he said genuinely. it felt like you could trust him, even if you barely knew his name.

“yes. i don’t like talking to strangers…” you answered.

“my cousin has the same problem, ya know? he doesn’t want to host a party, not even for his 18s” he chuckled.

you could help but smiling, his laugh was contagious.

“you must care a lot about him” i said, now enjoying really much his presence.

“yeah. he gets me. you don’t seem scared of me, though. does it mean i made a good first impression?” he asked with a grin on his face that was so oblivious even with the mask on.

you smiled and nodded.

“we’ll get along really well…”

a/n: my god this was so fun to write!! i have a latin exam tomorrow but i wanted to post it earlier, i hope it was okayy :33

i might do a pt.2 tho i wanna make em kiss😈

[1-800-moondust]

Missed Opportunities: König x Gn! Reader

content: 396 words, there's one f-bomb at the end, angst, the reader wears makeup at one point, no comfort and no proofreading, the only pronouns used for the reader is 'You"

König couldn't believe what you just told him. You wanted to go out on a date with him? That sounded far too good to be true. His anxiety chewed on that piece of information as he stared down at you.

All he could think of was when he was back in middle school and he got jokingly asked out by people he was into.

Only for them to never show up. Leaving him to wipe up his tears and walk away disappointed again.

Is that what you were doing to him? You seemed so sweet and kind to him, yet the nagging fear of history repeating itself terrified him. You were everything he wanted in a partner, smart, funny, kind, and compassionate. But it all felt too good to be true for him. There was no way someone like you would like him.

He was tired of being made fun of, tired of being taken advantage of, tired of being the butt of the joke. Tonight he wasn't gonna end up falling for another pretty smile.

König simply smiled and nodded, agreeing to meet up with you at 8 over at a nice restaurant he had passed a few times. That night König didn't show up to the restaurant and simply went home.

He sighed as he ate some of the gallon of ice cream he had saved for occasions like this. Through his stomach hurt and chest ached wondering if it was an actual date. He had liked you for so long, what if he just threw away his chance at the date he had always fantasized of having with you?

And right on time he got a notification on his phone. He checked the notification that led him to Instagram showing a story reel from you.

As soon as he opened it his heart fell.

It was a picture of you with mascara running down your face from crying. Your puffy, glossy eyes and heartbroken expression made him want to curl up in a ball.

'this guy I really liked just stood me up on a date. I fucking hate men'

His eyes read and re-read the caption over and over before he threw his phone to the side and covered his face.

König just messed up the opportunity he always wanted with you, and he was sure there wouldn't be a second chance.

[x-reader-theater]

König Taking Care of You When You’re Sick

summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. You’re sick and your boyfriend, König, takes care of you.

pairing: König x Gender Neutral!Reader

category: Gen

word count: 687

warnings: Mentions of the reader having a stuffy nose and feeling ill but no depictions of anything more graphic. Also, I am not Austrian, so if some of the pet names are not accurate I’m sorry, and please let me know for next time.

a/n: i got covid, so you all get this.

“Love?” you call out into your small apartment, nose stuffy and voice nasally.

You hear shuffling and walking outside the door to your room before your boyfriend walks in. His long brown hair is down around his shoulders, and he's wearing a soft looking T-shirt and pajama pants. You remember when he finally showed his face to you, how he would angle the side covered in scars away from you. Now, he doesn’t have any such qualms, and you love how you get to see your boyfriend's handsome face every day.

“Yes, mein schatz?” he asks, walking over to you and sitting down on the edge of your shared bed. “What is it?”

You go to speak, but only a cough comes out, turning into a coughing fit. König starts rubbing your back as you cough, before just bringing you into his arms and holding you against his solid chest. When you finally have control over your body again, he hands you your glass of water from the nightstand, his long arms able to reach across the bed to your side, and hands it to you. You take a few careful sips of water before König takes it back.

“I think I'm sick,” you say, voice raspy.

Your boyfriend smiles. “I can see that Liebchen,” he says, and you chuckle along with him, until it causes you to cough more, and he pulls you in tight again. “Okay, relax now, schatz. I’ll fix you.”

You nod and let yourself be laid back down on the comfy bed. You chuckle as he leans over and kissed your forehead. You shake your head and König pulls away with a frown on his face even though you’re still smiling.

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he pets over your forehead and scalp with his fingers.

You shake your head again. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

König chuckles and scratches his short nails on your scalp. “Oh, Liebchen, I don’t care. I want to take care of you and if that means I get sick then, well, I get sick.” König stands from the bed and leans down to kiss your cheek this time. “Now. You just relax and let me take care of you…”

You nod and König smiles, running his fingers over your cheek before he walks out of your shared room. You don't know how long it is that he’s gone, but you also could very well be dozing on and off and losing track of time.

Final, he comes back in with a gray in his hands and sets it down in top of your legs as you attempt to push yourself up into a sitting position.

“Where did you find that?” You ask, pointing to the metal tray.

“Ah,” he says, flushing slightly, “it's actually a baking sheet. I couldn’t find anything else.”

You chuckle and shake your head before really looking at what's on the sheet. A plate with some toast and butter, a glass of milk, and a banana, sliced. You smile up at your boyfriend.

“Thank you, love. I really appreciate this.” König leans down and kisses you as a silent ‘you’re welcome', before gesturing to your food.

“Go on. Eat. You need to get something in you,” he says. You nod and start to dig in, at first devouring your toast and banana, but quickly slowing down when König places a gentle hand on your wrist, squeezing lightly.

When you’ve finished with it, you lay back down, pulling the covers up to your nose. “Uh, love?”

“Yes, schatz?” he asks, running a hand over your head again, petting over you carefully.

You lean into the touch like a cat. “Will you stay here? With me? May-maybe hold me?”

König smiles that brilliant, gorgeous smile of his and nods. “Of course Liebchen. Anything for you.”

You push the covers back and let König get into the bed, before turning on your side and letting him hold you close.

“I love you, [Y/N],” he says quietly into the top of your head.

“I love you too, König,” you reply, already falling asleep.

[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙊𝙊𝙋𝙎.

i didn’t know what to title this but, here is a belated christmas gift for @lovinglyselfish because yes. i hope this is okay. this idea was BREWING BREWING. like ibs. this is a bit rusty. NOW ERBODY CHU A LUGGIN ON MY CHU CHU, whiny konig maybe ??? o boy o boy 

warnings ;; creampie, dom/sub dynamics, size difference, copious amounts of cum, condom break, possible mild language, slight breeding kink, i think that’s everything etc. actually, this is consensual, bear this in mind. 

by qtipcottonbuds 2023. do not repost.

𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

One leg, slick with sweat, is guided across his shoulder, the fat of your calf sinking over his collarbone and just below his neck - the other, still weakly hooking around his waist, settling over the sharp jut of a hip bone.

Cheeks ruddy with colour, and thick strands of hair plastered against his forehead, König tilts his head ever so slightly, nosing along your skin, mouthing at the flesh, the faint tang of salt on his tongue. It was reassuring, the knowing, the feeling of you being there in person. You were there, watching him. Glassy eyed and hiccuping on his cock. Below him, around him, everywhere all at once. Merging into one another, swallowing him whole; alive.

And, he’s rocking back and forth, gyrating his hips slow, deep. The delicious drag and draw back of his spongy cockhead nudging along, pressing firm kisses against your insides is only amplified further by the ribbed condom. Nubs, between various ridges, and mainly distributed across the head, dig into his fat cockhead consistently with no reprieve, and has him shuddering, fighting the urge to hunch inwards, and instead, opting to worry his bottom lip harshly. He couldn’t come, not yet. Not before you.

Exhaling deeply through his nostrils, König decides to switch up the position, situating your other leg, onto his shoulder, driving, bullying his way deeper. Sinking further and further until you’re writhing below him, the position now allowing him to directly press against your sweet spot, unforgiving.

In, out, in, out, in-

But with each pull back, balls heavy and taut, drawing up with each thrust, drawing closer and closer, he forgets, he forgets - too occupied with the visual of his cock, the notable stretch of your insides, clearly struggling to ease up on the natural muscle memory, attempting to accommodate, welcome him, mould around the shape of him. Familiarity. The acknowledgement is too late, just barely noticing the slight tear of thin latex squelching out copious amounts of pre, having built up over time.

And, all König can truly do is let out a choked response, curling into himself once more.

“The condom, the- oh fuck, das schätzchen-”

He can’t stop it, he can’t; it sets him off entirely. 

He’s whining pathetically, slumping over you, pressing himself into the crook of your neck to muffle the sounds. He didn’t mean to. Legs that were once supported with his palms now press firmly into your chest, leaving you winded, gasping as he continues to sink deeper, trembling and slack-jawed. Deep. It was so deep. Indented crescents from blunt nails begin to carve into your skin as a means to ground himself, but it’s doing anything but that.

“I can’t stop- my hips, m’sorry, so sorry, I can’t help it,” the admittance comes out as more of a drawn out keen, cut off with airy moans as he continues to spill heavily, emptying out thick, creamy loads back to back, “S’good, schätzchen, so good.”

You were so warm, hugging his fat cock with your insides so sweetly, and all he can do is rut into you like a mindless dog, with repeated apologies spilling from his mouth - all the while, you, with half-lidded eyes, unable to formulate some sort of proper response attempt to tell him, that it’s okay, but with the way tremors dance along your body, it comes out as a soft whine.

He didn’t mean to.

[d0youc0py]

Heyyy. This might b triggering so it’s okay if u don’t do it, but how would 141 + Konig react if reader was @ her friends house and got in the middle of an argument between friend + her bf and friends bf ended up hitting reader? (Kinda self indulgent 🫣)

“You always do this Simon!” You growled, shoving some clothes into an overnight bag.

“Do what?” He snapped back. He stood in the doorway, trying to slow his breathing. He was upset- more than upset, but he refused to loose his patience with you. “Just want to keep you safe kid.” He reminded.

“You’re trying to isolate me!” You shouted, making your way towards the bathroom. “Every time I try to do anything you always tell me it’s not safe- or that I shouldn’t trust this person. Newsflash Simon I have been able to survive on this earth without you.”

“I don’t like him.” He held strong. He wouldn’t compromise with you if he felt you were at risk. Your friend had invited you to spend the night at her house for a sleepover, and when you broke the news to Simon his first question was: ‘will that slag of hers be there?’ To be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. Why did it matter if he was there? You knew Simon trusted you but his constant distrust of other people was starting to wear on you.

“That doesn’t really matter Simon.” You sighed. You stood in front of him expectantly, waiting for him to move out of the frame. “Besides what evidence to you have against him?”

“He’s a strange man.” He responded.

“He’s not a stranger Simon. We’ve been on like three double dates with them.” You huffed, taking it upon yourself to push past him when he refused to move. He growled to himself, following you around the flat. Suddenly his hands gripped your hips pulling you back towards him. His neck bent down and you instinctually made room for his head by tilting yours to the side.

“Just stay home with me tonight, yeah?” The anger left your body at his soft words and the small kisses placed against your neck. “Or at least say you can’t spend the night. No reason for you to be away for that long.” You turned in his arms, placing a kiss against his chin.

“Simon I’ll be fine, yeah?” You murmured, causing another huff to escape him.

•••

That turned out to be a fat lie.

“Do you think Simon’s going to propose anytime soon?” She asked causing you to flush. “You two have been together for what, three, four years?”

“Just two.” You corrected politely. “I don’t know honestly, haven’t really thought about it much.”

“Such a lie.” She snickered, wiggling her brows at you. You rolled your eyes waving her off.

“Keep it down in there!” You both jumped at the sudden boom from the living room.

“Sorry Rick!” Your friend shouted, seemingly unbothered by his nasty tone. A pit formed in your stomach.

“He always talk to you like that?” You asked, keeping your voice down. She looked at you with a small smile.

“Just when I’m bothering him. Surely Simon snaps at you.” She explained. How could she not realize how out of touch her statement was.

“Not like that.” You said.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You winced as Ricks voice rung out from behind you. How the hell were you suppose to get out of this one? “You comin into my house, filling my girls head with shite?” He snarled. You quickly stood up.

“No, course not.” You smiled, making your way towards the door.

“I’m good to her.” He huffed, following your footsteps. You nodded your head in agreement.

“I’m sure you are.” You offered a weak smile, peaking behind you to make sure you didn’t trip over any furniture. His arm darted out gripping yours, tugging you close to him.

“You’re sure?” He pressed. You were a quivering mess at this point. Fear and adrenaline being to much for your body to process.

“Rick!” Your friend yelled. He threw a harsh ‘shut up’ over his shoulder. Your mind raced trying to remember even just one technique Simon had showed you. You wished you had payed more attention, instead of just staring at his arms the whole time.

“You’re sure?” He growled again giving you a shake.

“Stop!” You shouted. It was met with a harsh smack to your face.

“I’ve got neighbors you little”- His words were cut off as Simon’s words finally rang through your head:

“When in doubt, aim for the balls or the throat.”

You decided the first one was the most viable option. It had caught him off guard enough to loosen his grip and it was all you needed, slamming the front door shut behind you. You had made it down the flight of stairs, your hands searching your pockets for your phone only to realize you had left it inside.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, trying to make heads or tails of where you were. You weren’t overly familiar with this area. But you were familiar with the fast approaching figure heading towards you. “Simon.” You gasped, hurdling yourself towards him. You didn’t know why he was here but you sure as shit weren’t complaining.

Even through your own shakes you could feel him tremble against you. You let out a sob as he tried to pull away from you.

“He touch you?” He growled, none of it’s malice towards you. Your cheek burned and you could only imagine the mark it had left.

“I want to go home.” You sputtered, burying your face in the safety of his shoulder. He swallowed down his anger to the best of his ability.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He murmured against your head. He carried you to the truck, buckling you up. He continued to let you cling to him until you had calmed, and the loudest thing between you two was his pounding heartbeat. “Tell me what happened, yeah?” He hummed, trying his hardest to fake some calmness.

“He grabbed my arm.” You whispered. His chest heaved. “And”- you cut yourself off. Taking a small breath you pulled away from him, his heated eyes quickly falling on the bruise already spreading over half your face. His face flushed, but he was able to hold in the burning of his body.

“Sweetheart.” He said slowly. He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Give me the apartment number.”

“1G.” You said, with surprisingly little hesitation. Whatever Simon was about to do, it was deserved.

When Simon came back he was shockingly clean, and shockingly poised. He tossed your overnight bag into the back seat and handed you your phone when he got into the drivers seat.

“Simon”- he cut you off by tangling both your hands with one of his, pulling out of the parking garage. You didn’t need to know. You didn’t need to know that he had broken down a door- and almost every bone in that man’s body. That he had been waiting outside the apartment building for the past three hours, stewing in his own protectiveness. Your friend wasn’t even mad. She didn’t bat an eye when Simon asked to use her bathroom to clean himself up a bit- not wanting that man’s blood anywhere near your precious body.

He brought your hands up pressing a kiss against your knuckles, pulling into the grocery store parking lot for a bag of frozen peas and ice cream.

He wasn’t suppose to be home yet. He had at least another week away- another week for your bruised face to heal. It had just began to look better, the harsh purple color fading to more of a greenish yellow color.

He opened the door, steadying himself for the only attack he actually enjoyed. Your pressing yourself as close to him as you could, tangling your limbs with any part of him, your lips suffocating any thought he had other than he was finally home with you. His stomach dropped when it never came, shutting to door behind him his bag thumping loud against the floor.

“Sweetheart?” His voice boomed, the worst running through his head. He reminded himself he wasn’t suppose to be home for another week and that you weren’t expecting him. Yet your car was in the driveway and there was still no sign of you.

“I’m here.” His shoulders relaxed, your voice melting his brain just right.

“Where are y”- he stopped himself. You were standing in front of him. The realization as to why you weren’t all over him right now crashing down on him harder than a bullet. You- his literal everything- adorned with a sickening brush on your cheek. The same cheek he would brush his beard against to make you laugh. The same cheek his fingers would stroke to self soothe when his brain was just too loud. The same cheek that would flush berry red when he mumbled certain things against you.

“I can explain.” You said quickly, allowing him to maneuver the two of you to the couch. You quickly found your designated spot on his lap, hoping your touch would cause the storm that was about to ensure lighten.

“I want a name.” His voice was calm. Too calm.

“It was an accident. Fell in the garden and hit myself on that big rock you keep telling me to look out for.”

He wasn’t buying it. His face stone cold, as his thumb traced over the healing brush gently.

“I’ll be good.” He assured. He couldn’t fathom why you wanted to protect this person. Must’ve been someone you knew. “Name, please.”

“John.” You whined, clawing at his shirt. He huffed and relaxed you against him, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“You don’t want to tell me because you think I’ll overreact.” He couldn’t even blame you for that. The man would happily start a war over you. “I won’t touch ‘em, I promise.” He whispered. His hand rubbed up and down your back and you realized just how much you needed the comfort. His hand stopped at your neck, massaging the tense muscles. “Just need to know who hurt my love, hmm?”

“Promise you won’t hurt anyone?” You insisted using his chest to cover up a yawn. He hummed, nodding his head.

“Rick. Remember Kelsey’s boyfriend? I went over to her house and he showed up drunk yelling at her about some fight they had earlier. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and before I knew it he hit me.” You explained. The normally comfortable body under you had turned ridged, his heartbeat drumming against your ear. “John?”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He chuckled slowly against your temple. “Did you”-

“Put a frozen steak on it? Yeah.”

“I’m sorry that happened darling.” He sighed. His large hands gripped your sides pulling you away from him just for a moment. “If something like that ever happens again you call me, understand?” His eyebrow rose to show his seriousness.

“Yes sir.” You swore a small smile on your lips.

He had kept his promise- he didn’t hurt anyone. But he couldn’t allow someone who hurt you live a comfortable life. It would go against his oath to you if he did.

And besides, someone has to make the enemy afraid of the dark.

He should’ve know better than to leave you alone. He thought that for just one moment while he went to the bathroom it would be safe. You had been tucked under his arm the whole evening, so everyone knew who you were there with. It was his fault for assuming his physique was enough to keep any unwanted advancements away. Time slowed as he came out of the bathroom, his trained eyes spotting you right where he had left you, except you were on the floor. Tears streaming down that perfect face of yours, your own hand cupping your cheek. He didn’t even need to see your best friend pulling at her boyfriends arm in shock- or the way his green eyes stared at his own hand like it had just appeared out of thin air to know what had happened.

Johnny was by your side in an instant, pulling your hazy body to its feet. He’d experienced this before on the field. Everything moving in slow motion- hyper focusing on the important things. Right now it was you.

“Mac.” You gasped, your fingers curling into his shirt sleeve. Like a shockwave he was pulled back into real time. The loud chatter of the bar. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer. The fear rolling off of you. It made his blood boil. He turned to look at Rick his mind going into autopilot. His hand shot out grabbing him by the shirt collar on flinging him backwards. The bar went dead silent the only sound was Ricks body slamming into the wall of liquor bottles behind the bar. Johnny took a few steps forward wanting to finish what he had just started. That wasn’t enough of a punishment. He wouldn’t be happy till he was unrecognizable. “Jo.” Your pleading voice snapped him out of it once more.

In that moment he realized how selfish he was. You were scared and needed assurance, not seeing your husband nearly kill someone. He wrapped a sturdy arm around you guiding you out of the disheveled bar. The cold felt good against your heated bodies.

“I don’t know what happened.” You sputtered, letting the Scot support your body weight. “Camilla was making a joke about how angry Rick gets when she folds his laundry wrong and I made a joke about how she still does his laundry and then he”-

You couldn’t even get through the story.

“Let me see.” Johnny hushed, gently removing your hand from your face. He leaned forward pressing a light kiss against the throbbing flesh. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Six out of ten.” You responded, nuzzling your way back into his strong chest. All you wanted was to be home in bed in the safety of his arms. The smell of pine tickled your brain enough for the tears to stop.

“Should go back there and”-

“No.” You huffed.

“That number is too damn high for me to let him off easy.”

“Easy? You threw the man across the room with one hand.” You reminded.

“Should make it so he only has one hand.”

“Johnny.” The use of his full name stopped the unintelligible Scottish rambling that was sure to ensue. “Can we go home please?”

“Hey sweetheart, need me to come pick you up?” Kyle spoke into the phone that was resting between his shoulder and his cheek. When you sniffled into the phone he didn’t even bother to pause his game, his fingers gripping the device in his hand.

“Ky.” You mumbled. You mumbled in that specific tone that cracked his heart in such a wince worthy way. “I need help.” His blood ran cold.

“Stay on the phone with me, yeah.” He demanded, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes. “What happened?” The sound of his car starting settled you a little bit. “You still at your friends house?”

“No, I’m down the street, by the library.” You sniffed. “He hit me, Ky.”

A sound let Kyles throat- a mix of a growl and a whine. His foot pressed even harder against the accelerator, running straight through a red light. His body was shaking, adrenaline heightening his senses. He wished the two of you didn’t live in such a big city with so much fucking traffic.

“Who’s he?” Kyle snarled.

“Jess’s boyfriend.” You emphasized. “They got into a stupid fight about which Pizza to order for lunch and all I did was fucking agree with her.”

He felt sick. He’d seen a lot of gruesome shit in his life, but the thought of someone hurting you took the cake. He could imagine how scared you were- how scared you are. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and he imagined your heart rate was about the same as his right now. He can imagine you scrambling to find a way out of there- away from the danger.

“After this we’re practicing those damn self dense moves.” He gritted. You mumbled an ‘okay’ before seeing a familiar sleek, black car pull up next to you.

“How’d you get here so fast?” You questioned, hanging up the phone as he got out of the car.

“Let me see.” He insisted, pressing the back of his palm against your heated cheek. You winced, shying away. “Let’s go get you some ice.” He said mostly to himself. He rested a hand on the back of your neck guiding you to the passenger side.

He kept his hand in your lap the whole drive to the grocery store. “What pizza did he want?”

“Pepperoni with mushrooms.” You replied. The rest of the ride was silent, Kyle went into the store without you.

“Hold this against your face.” He pressed a bag of frozen peas to your cheek. He unwrapped your favorite candy bar, placing it in your lap. Even with your swollen face you couldn’t stop a smile. “I need to make a quick stop before we go home.” His eyes flickered over to you, the same flash of anger striking through him as he took your appearance in. You didn’t think anything of it till he turned down your friends street.

“Kyle.” You mumbled. The last thing you wanted to do was be back here.

“I know baby, I know.” He tried his best to soothe, but he was so riled up. He needed to get this out of his system. Besides he couldn’t just let people hurt you and get away with it. “Stay here, I’ll only be a second.” He closed the door behind him, grabbing a frozen pizza that you didn’t even know he got out of the backseat. You watched anxiously as he made his way up the driveway ringing the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal Rick and Kyle wasted absolutely no time shoving the frozen pizza in his face. The strength of it sent Rick flying backwards and Kyle took the upmost pleasure in the loud crack of his nose breaking.

“Traffic is bad mein Herz. I’m going to be a little late.” You huffed at his words.

“Drive safe I’ll see you soon.”

“He running late?” Your friend questioned as you made your way back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, should be here soon though.” She smiled, taking dinner out of the oven. “Help me set up?” She asked over her shoulder, making her way to the dinning room. You began grabbing the silverware out of the drawer.

“No, Konig?” Rick asked, sitting down at the kitchen island. You shook your head.

“He’ll be here soon.” You assured.

“That’s too bad.” His hand landing on your hip followed his slimy words.

“What are you doing?” You spat, backing away. He shushed you.

“Keep you’re voice down. Don’t want her to find us out, yeah?” He said, nodding his head towards the dinning room.

“There is nothing to find out!” You must’ve said it too loud, because Ricks hand flung forward connecting with your cheek. You dropped the spoons in your hand, then clattering loudly on the floor. You didn’t even have time to feel scared, catching sight of the colossal figure in the doorway.

Rick followed your gaze and it was almost laugh worthy at how quickly he lost all confidence.

“Schatz?” Konig held out his car keys to you. “Wait in the car, please.”

Gentle blue eyes watched you, almost chuckling at the way you skipped over to him. Konig reveled in the way you trusted him. Trusted him to take care of you- to protect you. Later he would wrap you up in his arms and hold a bag of ice to your face, but right now he had other things to deal with.

“And turn the music up. It might get loud in here.”

[simonrillleyyysss]

thots on könig with a smaller reader who cums way too quickly, and könig holding her orgasm out? :( ☀️

no pressure -- ignore or delete, sweetheart <33 💐💗🌷

omg hi orla!! thank u 4 ur request :3

he is so, soso cruel— he knows how sensitive you are, and likes to take advantage of that constantly:(( likes to abuse his power over you during sex!!

he has his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, freehand digging your face into the mound of pillows beneath your head, soft babbles and huffs leaving your heaving chest, breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust he gives your sore cunt, his thumb has been circling at ur clit for hours

but he just won’t let you cum :((

“köni—köni please..”

a chuckle erupted from the redheads throat, hoarse voice rasping in your ear, hips continuing to slap violently against your own, your legs almost buckling beneath you— all you could do was hold onto the bedsheets and let out cries, drool spreading along the fabric!!

“come on, mein herz.. you can hold it, ja?”

if you cum without his permission?? oh gosh!! he’s shoving his cock down your throat and fucking your pretty mouth, lips wrapped round his cock till he’s cumming in your mouth, making you clean up all of his warm spurts

“that’s it, schatz—dirty whore, you like this?”

yanks you up by your hair and shoves two fingers down ur throat to make sure you’ve swallowed it all

if you don’t cum like he said— you’re so good! he’ll press a hand to your clit, listening to ur little cry, legs shaky and eyes hazy with need; his length battering your cunny with no shame—clit twitching as he rubbed quick circles

wont stop until you’re squirting all over his abdomen, trembling and sobbing with overwhelming pleasure

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Little brainrot.. Alejandro, Simon, Price or really any CoD man really, who has a partner that constantly gets overwhelmed/overstimulated by cuteness aggression that causes them to bite him and he lives for it. Cocky bastard finds it as an excuse to flex his muscles whenever you bite his arm.

Sometimes when it's surges of energy that you get rowdy with him but he's a patient man.. maybe not towards anyone but when it comes to you anyway. Zoomies?.. Zoomies!

Finds it absolutely amusing when you squeal and kick your feet up from the bed under the sheets in order to release some of the pent up energy. That soft sigh after gets him to chuckle, grabbing you and pulling you closer to him to rest both of your bodies, feeling the soft warmth of your skin and the movement of your breathing.

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam

Tw: mentions of abuse on the author's note, do not read if such topics make you feel uncomfortable or disturbed. This is not a vent but it is to spread awareness on a case.

A/n: Before you guys ask, I'll establish this, the reader is doing this consensually and they do not bite hard enough to actually hurt their partner, it's just playful like many people do in NORMAL and NON-ABUSIVE relationships, I do not wanna hear shit comparing them to Wilbur because in general this idea is cute, playful and domestic but that guy just ruined it for all of us but this isn't about him, GO SUPPORT SHELBY!! She deserves all the love she can get after going through the shit Wilbur put her through. This has been on for a long time now, no one should stop talking about it especially because everything he did was fucked up and has hurt someone in every way possible.

[distantdoll]

König Headcanons (NSFW)

⦁ He's a big boy for sure but not record breaking big, 6 inches soft and 8 inches hard. He's uncircumcised with slight downwards curve.

⦁ He has sensitive skin, especially around his face and scalp. Hugs and other forms of positive affection are really rare for him, so anything from kissing his cheek to rubbing his cock will feel like his skin is being set on fire, in a good way.

  ⦁ He has a tendency to get a little rough, not on purpose but his natural restless energy combined with just how overwhelmingly good you make him feel means that he has accidently left you with bruised hips more than once.

  ⦁ He's a switch but he likes to hold your hands either way, it doesn't matter if it's in the form of you pinning his hands above his head, clutching his as you are bouncing up and down on his cock or when he intertwines yours as he is teasing your lower half with his tongue.

⦁ He has had sex before but has never been in a relationship. He was bullied for a good portion of his childhood and he joined the German Armed Forces as soon as he could, all the sex he'd ever had was quick hooks ups and while he enjoyed them at the time, they left him feeling lonelier than ever so it wasn't something he did all that often.

⦁ He likes sex but he likes the simple pleasures and domesticity of a relationship more. Holding hands, him sitting on the floor as you are combing through his hair and idly playing with the strands, him hiding his face in the crook of your neck whenever he is feeling a little overwhelmed and etc.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

OK but reader not wanting to forgive whoever tortured them after being falsely accused? (I don't know for which characters but um anyone of kortac and the task 141 if that's OK? Sorry for the ask I've been in a depressed state lately)

a/n: it’s okay!!! I hope you get feeling better :(! I realized after writing this whole post that you said ‘not’ so- erm- request again so I can do it correctly next time! I’m so so so sorry

Konig:

-he’s mad for you. He’s mad at himself and he’s mad at everyone else who got tricked into hurting you! He doesn’t want to be forgiven when he knows he did something that horrid to you

-he accepts your apology of course, but it still eats at him and haunts him and he makes sure everyone else involved doesn’t get off the hook as easy as you want them to…

soap:

-the apology makes him feel better, but at the same time he doesn’t want you to talk to him or even anyone else involved… you don’t deserve to be around people who were hurting you at the flip of a dime, but of course he can’t pull himself away from you

-feels horrid at the idea of you forgiving him after the fact. he had apologized enough though he still manages to apologize practically every day until it’s a long forgotten memory in a year or so, and even then whenever you get hurt in any way or you think about it he’s back apologizing

price:

-he sits you down and looks you in the eyes; his anger and sadness very very very clear

-“I don’t want you to apologizing to or forgiving people because you feel bad about not doing so. I want you to only forgive people you want to forgive because they’re making an effort to fix your hurt, including me. Yah?”

[alliddewrites]

Hi! Idk if you take request but if you don't feel free to ignore!

Please they're not enough pervy!König out here and i need more of that

Colonel König abusing of his rank on soldier!reader, making them do humiliating task, stealing their dirty underwear, enjoying making them cry,recording them masturbating under his commande ,and i have so much so scenario but i don't know how to write 🙏🏻

Sorry it took so long!

Pervy!(Colonel!)König x Reader Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Smut,

Underwear stealing,

Spanking,

Abuse of authority/rank,

Recording sexual acts,

Very ambiguous consent,

Dacryphilia,

Masturbation,

Cockwarming,

Humiliation,

Gender neutral reader

Masterlist

Reader discretion advised. You're responsible for your own media consumption.

König constantly steals your underwear, and he's absolutely shameless about it. He uses them to jerk off when you happen to be off on a mission without him. The pieces he steals get absolutely ruined with his thick, virile cum.

You're taking the blame for everything if you rank under him. And what does that entail? Getting punished for everything, even if it wasn't your fault.

You're getting spanked, hard. You better count and thank him for every single one. If you mess up, he's starting over.

You're on cleaning duty, doing just about anything. First things first, he makes you clean the things he uses.

He'll make you wash his clothes, not just his military gear, but his underwear too, covered in pre-cum. Don't mind that your used underwear is mixed in there by the way, he definitely didn't steal them and put them there after he smeared them with his cum just so you can find them!

If he's feeling cruel enough, he'll make you lick his boots clean in front of the rest of KorTac, kneeling with your hands tied behind your back.

He'll order you to cockwarm him with your mouth while he's doing paperwork. Loves seeing tears rolling down your cheeks while you try to take all of his huge, throbbing cock into your mouth. You better stay completely still or he'll be even rougher with you than he intended to be.

He'll make you touch yourself while he records it, degrading you, and telling you where to touch yourself exactly during it. Calls you a slut, desperate for cock, just a pathetic little whore, only good as a cumdump, etc…

He has a whole collection of you masturbating in front of him on tape. Sometimes he'll make you watch them back while he's absolutely destroying your holes, filling you up with his seed.

I added other things too, but I hope you still like it! <3

[1-800-moondust]

Missed Opportunities Part 2 (König x Gn! Reader)

Content: 1k words, angst with comfort, love confessions, mentions of alcohol (no one is drunk), kissing, no gender is specified since the only pronouns used for you is you, I didn't proofread

König sat staring at his screen, the blue light reflecting the image of your crying face onto his eyes, searing the image into his head. 

How stupid could he be? How could he let his insecurities destroy his chances of being with you?

He was a fool and he always had been. König had to make things right, König had to go find you. He grabbed his coat and keys before walking towards his car. His eyes frantically searched through your story looking for an indication of where you could be.

After a few minutes of searching, he narrowed it down to a few bars so he set on his way. König stepped out of his car and made his way toward the front of the bar before freezing.

He could see you through the bar window talking with your friends. His heart sped up and his hands felt cold and clammy. Would you even want to see him? Or would he only be doing more damage by showing up now?

Either way, he needed to do something. It was his anxiety and in-action that got him here, he had to do something. Taking in a deep breath his hand slowly opened the door of the bar with the heavy sound of his boots planting against the wooden floorboards.

The bar was lively and loud with it being far too crowded for his liking. He could feel people staring and whispering about him likely gossiping amongst each other about his appearance.

His civilian clothes made him feel much more vulnerable than how he felt in his uniform. It felt like he was being choked by their staring as he forced himself to keep his eyes on you. If he didn't look at them then they didn't exist.

Just you and him.

König called out to you as he forced his body to move. Your face changes from a look of sadness to a wide-eyed, deer caught in the headlights kind of expression. But your eyes quickly narrowed at him as you scrunched up your nose a little.

"What do you want?" You said, the bitter tone in your voice making him cringe though he knew he deserved it.

"I came for you," König muttered softly as he looked down at you "I'm so sorry, I should've been there." König's face flushed in embarrassment as he heard his voice crack from the strain his emotions were having on every aspect of him.

"Well you weren't," You said as you looked him directly in his eyes, "Why would I want to be with someone who will just leave me high and dry?" You mumbled as you took a sip of the cheap alcohol you had ordered just a few moments before he had arrived.

König could feel his heart tighten up in his chest like a wind-up toy. Did you also feel the same sting of rejection seeping into your veins that he did when he was younger? Did you also want to cry from the embarrassment of sitting there alone until you couldn't take it anymore and left like how he did when he was younger?

How could he do this to you? He didn't blame you he would likely have reacted the same way. After all, it was his insecurities that led to you feeling rejected and if you had done the same he would've cried himself to sleep. But he wanted this, he wanted you. 

König slowly sat down on the stool next to him with it compressing under his weight. “Meine Perle,” He spoke softly, his voice slightly trembling as he looked you in the eyes “Please, please forgive me,” König begged quietly as he held his hands together like he was praying.

“I was stupid to have ever done that to you. I let my past encounters scare me away from what I have been needing my whole life” He said as he offered his hand out to you. To be honest, you didn't know whether or not to believe him. But there was something about his sad eyes and begging tone that pulled on your heartstrings.

You sucked in a breath before nodding and slowly placing your hand in his large, calloused hand. König by instinct went to move the fabric away from his but but was confused for a moment when he grasped at nothing. He had honestly forgotten that he had left it at home since he wouldn't be able to go out in public with it on without getting even nastier looks than the ones he already received normally.

His pale skin served him no favors as his face lit up a light pink. “May I kiss you?” König asked as his thumb gently rubbed circles against the back of your hand “I just… I want to show you how much I love you” He said as his eyes softened as he looked at you.

Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes met yours “Just this once, so make it good” You said with a small smile, a challenge almost. But König was willing to do practically anything to gain your favor again.

König's smile grew as he brought your hand up to his lips and started to sprinkle soft kisses against your fingertips. Slowly he angled your hand so that he could kiss your knuckles and the back of your hand. His lips trailed up your arm, to your shoulder, and against your neck, as he pressed a more tender kiss on a soft part of your neck.

Finally, he worked his way up to your cheek before his lips hovered over your own. “Can I kiss you?” König spoke again but this time his voice was shaking from excitement

“I don't know König, you already gave me more than one kiss.” You said with a small chuckle. König's smile instantly fell as he averted his eyes with his face flushed red

“My apologies!” He blurted out as he jerked back away from you “I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!” Konig could feel his palms sweat as he felt just about ready to get up and run away until he felt your hand gently grab his, calming the panicking waves of his thoughts.

“Well if you're so sorry, make it up to me,” You say with a grin as you gently rub your thumb over his knuckles, sending small pleasant shivers up his spine.

König grinned as he leaned closer to you, his lips hovering over yours.

“whatever you want, I'll make it happen. ”

-

Hey guys sorry I took so long to upload this but one of my friends found my account and I didn't really want to write out of pure embarrassment. but I'm gonna change my identity and keep going despite them now knowing that I write x readers

and since you guys wanted a part 2 I decided to finish it up for valentines day, so here y'all go lmao

taglist: @humblep0tato @cas-backwards-tie @maylovessyou

[b3gger]

König’s Eyes

eye contact with shy König (2500+ words)

“I can’t focus when you’re looking at me like that.”

How cute. For a man as big as König, you didn’t expect him to be so… shy? But he wasn’t shy. You’ve seen him engage with others, but then again they were always the same two or so people. Even now as we you watch him sitting, his frame seemingly taking up the entirety of the couch, he seemed to be relaxed and chill, exchanging a few words here and there with his friends.

Maybe you’d know if he was shy if you could see his face. After all, facial expressions showcase a lot regarding a person’s behavior. But it was always hidden under that stupid headgear of his.

But honestly? Who cares? Not when the fabric of his pants were clinging on for dear life around his thighs. It seemed to bunch up around his crotch, fabric riding up at every movement König made. You don’t know if you’re going crazy but you could’ve sworn that the pure tightness of the pants showed every movement of his muscle, contracting and flexing at every turn.

If you touched his thighs, do you think you could feel it? The sheer strength and power that lays right underneath those pants weren’t too far. The pants were the only barrier, a thin one at that, separating you from gripping his thighs as tightly as the pants were at this moment. If they were off, you would have access to his bare skin. His bare and contracting, powerful thighs….. stop.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in. Counting to 3, you slowly exhale before opening your eyes, staring up at the ceiling deciding whether or not to call it a night and go home. You weren’t too keen on staying out late and just drinking all night knowing there was work to be done tomorrow. But that sounded like it was a problem for future you.

Your mind wonders again on what König is up to. You look away from the ceiling to glance at him and oh? He’s looking at you. But just as you catch him, he looks away quickly. Was he pretending that he wasn’t looking? Cute.

You finished your drink before signaling to your bartender you were leaving the bar. They gave you a nod before picking up your empty glass to put away. You look towards where König is sitting. Your stare must’ve been heavy because he soon glanced at you. You saw his eyes slightly widen before once again he started to look elsewhere. That wouldn’t do.

You got up and started walking towards him. König tilted his head in curiosity at your approaching figure, eyes darting back and forth from his friends to you. He felt his vision shake as you leaned down close to his face.

“Can I sit here?” you asked. He nodded and so you slid in beside him. You moved around a bit to get comfortable and glanced at him, almost laughing when you realized how stiff and still he was. You poked him a little but it sent him flying up, huge eyes turning to you fast in question.

“Just making sure you weren’t dead by how frozen you were,” you grinned at him. He huffed before relaxing his body, leaning back on the couch with you,” You could’ve called my name.”

You let out a laugh,” Where’s the fun in that?” König glances at you and rolls his eyes. You settle further into the couch, the soft cushions doing wonders to your back. You feel tears gathering in your eyes, blurring your vision as a yawn creeps upon you. You blink them away before settling your gaze on König’s side profile, wondering what expression he was making under the mask.

Was he as tired as me? Hmm. You felt your gaze lowering as they once again settled on his thighs with those tight, tight pants on. You weren’t that far away, just a hand away and you could feel it pulsing under your fingers. “You’re staring,” König muttered.

“Huh?” You look up, kind of embarrassed at being caught at this close proximity. However, the embarrassment quickly went away as soon as you caught a hint of red under that gear of his. It seemed to blossom suddenly, making it seem like his face was flushed and rosy. Even the gear couldn’t hide the fact that he was nervous from your stares. It could conceal it, sure, but the tiny evidence was seen on the eye sockets of the gear as well as his nervous, stumbling demeanor.

His eyes also revealed his nervousness. They seemed to be doing flips, darting from you to elsewhere, not able to keep eye contact or look at you in general, “I-I said you’re staring.”

You can feel a smile creeping onto your face at the small stutter,” Sorry, what was that?”

König huffs a little and stays quiet much to your disappointment. You wish and want him to say more but you don’t want to push him. He has trouble enough interacting with others, you don’t want to add to the number. You were content with the small exchanges knowing that this conversation, although dry and short, was good. Unsatisfying, yes, but still good progress. Maybe with more interactions like this, you could decrease his shyness around you so you could talk with him more freely.

You stand up, stretching to release the tension in your body to prepare for the trip back to your place. You check your pockets to make sure you have your wallet and everything else on you before digging your keys out. You then turn to König, giving him a smile,” I think I’m gonna head back now. I’ll see you next time, yeah?”

König looks at you, blinking rapidly as if he was trying to process your words. You tilt your head, questioning him with your eyes to see if he would say anything. It didn’t have to be grand, but you did hope he’d say bye verbally, just to hear his voice.

Eventually, he stopped blinking and looked up at you, but at the same time not at you? It seemed like he was just staring at your forehead or something beyond you. He then nodded. You squint your eyes knowing this was his response to your goodbye. You feel your nerves hitting you but gather yourself quickly, knowing König just had a hard time talking and you shouldn’t get upset. You gave him a small smile again,” Alright, good night, Konig.”

You turn to leave and start walking towards the exit of the bar, saying your goodbyes to your other friends on the way out. As you reach the outside of the bar, you pause to look up at the night sky, stars decorating every inch of the world above you. It reminds you of König’s eyes, how they seemed to sparkle and twinkle when he found something he liked. How his eyes seemed to carry his thoughts and feelings, but were always closed off to you due to the lack of eye contact from him.

Your mind then wonders to your small interactions with König. You know you said tonight was good progress, but it was still frustrating. You let out a sigh of disappointment but looking at sky would do for now. You considered it to be König’s second pair of eyes and would gaze at the night sky, imagining it was him looking back at you, showing you his inner self and leaving himself to be dissected by you so you could understand his thoughts and feelings.

“Hey.”

You turn quickly in surprise at the sudden voice calling out for you, stumbling a bit in the progress. You let a breath out in relief when you realized it was just König staring down at you in worry. He managed to mumbled out an apology while you gathered yourself from your previous shock and stumble, wondering what the man was up to. It wasn’t like him to suddenly come after you.

“Is everything alright, König?”

His eyes darted around, seemingly going up and down and sideways and just about anywhere that wasn’t you. You squint your eyes at his strange behavior as you analyze him, noticing how he seemed to be slouching and crouched as if trying to make himself seem smaller. He was fumbling with his fingers, not to the point where it was noticeable but the small taps and sliding gave it away. You stared at the man in front of you, worry starting to creep in at his bizarre behavior. This wasn’t the usual nervousness he displayed and you were starting to feel anxious yourself, “König, seriously, is everything alright? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like that.”

You take a small, sharp breath in, body freezing in shock as you try to process his words,” What?”

König looks down at his feet, his hands tightly wrapped around each other,” I try my best, but I can’t. You just… do something to me. I-I try to talk but your gaze just makes me clam up and then I can’t focus or talk and-“

“Okay, okay, big guy. I get it,” you laugh at his rambling, knowing he’d continue on and on if you didn’t interrupt. And as tempting as it was to let him continue, the man in front of you looked like he was about to die of nervousness. Coming up to you and saying all this must have taken great courage and you were proud of König for taking that step.

“König, I understand it takes you time to feel comfortable and speak with people. So please don’t worry too much. I value our small conversations,” you reassure him, reaching out toward his hands to take them apart to instead hold each of his hands in yours. You hold it between the both of you before squeezing it, waiting patiently for him to look at you.

And while it took a minute, he looked down at his hands that were held together with yours and then looked at you shyly, “ I just feel like I chased you away. I wanted you to stay, but in the end, even saying goodbye was too hard. I’m sorry.”

You grin at him, looking at his twinkling eyes that conveyed his regret,” As long as you continue to look at me, I’ll forgive you anytime for anything.” You see the familiar red settle around his eyes through the sockets of the headgear, knowing König was blossoming once again. He quickly looked away from your gaze but kept his hands conjoined with yours. Your grin widens into a big, fat smile at this tiny victory.

You bring his hands towards your lips, softly kissing at his knuckles,” Looking away so soon?” You loved the way his knuckles felt on your lips, hoping the shape, texture, and feeling of the small kiss would be ingrained in your brain. But what you wished and hoped most of all was that your brain would remember the way König turned to look at you, eyes wide in shock at the sudden kiss on his hands, a small noise escaping his mouth as he jolted in surprise,” W-what?!”

You lowered his hands down from your mouth, but did not let go. Instead, you clasped your hands around his and pulled causing him to stumble towards you. The small stumble caused the two of you to stop holding hands as he fell into your embrace. Your hands held onto his waist in order to stabilize him while his hands were on top of your shoulders, holding onto you for support. The position was laughable as the roles should’ve been switched due to König’s size. But you didn’t want to switch the roles, this felt right. It worked for you because having him lean onto you for support was doing something to you.

It made you want to take care of him. It made you want him to see you as a safe and open person that he could go to and depend on. You didn’t realize you were subconsciously gripping onto his waist more and more until he tapped your shoulders. You looked up at him loosening your grip but not letting go, giving him a small, bright smile,” Clumsy, aren’t you, König?”

He huffs as he rolls his eyes and then looked down at you trying to make eye contact. He seemed like he was smiling back by the way his eyes seemed to crinkle and become shaped like crescents. You bring him closer to you by pulling on his waist,” If I knew it only took a small stumble to have you on me, I’d have done it sooner.”

He gives a small laugh at that,” I’m surprised you held back this long. I know you stare.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he was hinting at. He must’ve seen your confused look because he cleared his throat and looked away from your questioning gaze,” You know… the stares. In there. At my.. you know.”

You blink trying to process at what he was trying to convey. His slow, delayed speech was making your brain short circuit. Hmm, lets see. In the bar staring at his what? Oh! Oh. You let out a loud laugh and he crouches down and rests his head on your shoulder as if trying to hide his embarrassment. You lean the side of your head onto his head and continue laughing,” Should I stop staring? Maybe it’ll help you focus.”

You felt him shake his head no as he began to switch from holding your shoulders with his hands to wrapping both of his arms around you, his head still buried on you neck as he hid in embarrassment. He muffled something and you lifted your head a little from his and turned to try to look at him, your hands softly squeezing his waist in question,” I can’t hear you, König.”

He rose up from his hiding place and looked down at you, arms still around you,” I said continue staring….looking at me. Please, have your eyes on me at all times.”

As you gaze into his eyes, you see it twinkle and sparkle. You could have sworn they were brighter than the night sky at that moment. No, you don’t swear, you know. His eyes are the brightest.

His eyes seemed to be like a door made for you to unlock, so that you may gaze inside his brain to see it filled with feelings and thoughts of you. But you felt the same way. It felt as though nothing but König filled your head. It was overflowing and you could not think or imagine anything else. Your plans of going home were destroyed and you honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. All you wanted to do was stay here with König in your embrace, your hands on his waist, his arms wrapped around you, his eyes gazing down into your eyes for what seemed like the longest time ever. This was where you wanted to be forever.