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Our Sniper (Pt.2)

Prolog - After a couple of days you begin to realise that Ghost and  König have been acting a little bit off. So you decided to spend some time with  Königfor the day not knowing what is going on between them two.

Warning- Language, threats, Fluff   

The next day, you walked around the base and went to the shipment warehouse to grab a silencer since yours was old and damaged.“Hey soldier,” said Graves as he was doing a storage check. “Hey Graves, “ you said. You walked over to one of the open crates and looked in it as if you were looking for something that you needed for a gun or something Graves noticed this and walked over. “Need help finding something?“ he asked as you looked at him annoyed, you hated being distracted, because if you did then you would forget what you were doing. “Yeah, I’m uh just looking for a silencer for my M76 '' you said then continued to look into more crates. “I think I did find some over in the back, here let me check,'' said Graves as he went to the back and looked for it.

You leaned on a crate and waited for Graves to come back as you tapped your boot on the ground. “Hey darling,“ said König as he walked over to you and hugged you “ How are you?” He asked as he tilted his head a little to the side “I'm doing well." You said and looked at König as you smiled under the mask. Konig smiles and leans on the crate as traps you there with his strong arms. You looked at them to see his arm hair and his veins he grabbed your chin with his index and thumb it made you look up at his deep blue eyes putting you in a trance-like state. “Why are you in here?“ he asked as you tilted your head to the side a little and smiled “I was kinda worried when I saw that you were asleep before me, my little night owl.“ he said as he stroked your clothed cheek as you leaned into his touch more “I know.“ you said as you looked up at him, You lifted up his mask to his lips and leaned in close to the point that you can feel his breath on your lips. When you two were about to kiss Graves came back with a silencer he looked at you and König “What is with soldiers coming in here to have sex or making out, like come on.” he groaned as you grabbed the silencer from Graves “We weren't going to do anything Graves” you said as you began to leave the storage department as Konig fixes his mask while he walks with you.

As you and Konig walked out of the warehouse, König went off to do his own thing, as you went inside your bunker closed the door sat in your bed, and put the silencer on. You got on your phone and saw a couple of messages from König you were confused as you just walked with him not even 5 minutes ago. You looked at the notification anyway “Konig: Hey, I need some help with my uniform.” you read the text and then replied as you smiled and rolled your eyes playfully“ You: You just want to see me again don’t you?“ you hit send and not even 6 seconds there was a reply as you read it with a small smile forming on your face. “Konig:….yes “ the reply, making you smile as you finished putting the new silencer in then got up and went to the door and opened it. Price was in front of the door because he had to return something and looked at you putting the silencer on “Make sure it's on tightly I don't want you to be in the Hospital for a month and miss training.“ he said as you looked up at him and smiled “Will do Price“ you said and nod as you twisted it tightly and looked through the scope then placed it back down.

Price grabbed the M76 and tightened the silencer more to make sure. When he finished he ruffled your hair and left the room. You grabbed your phone and saw that König had sent you a picture of him without his hood on or shirt in front of the mirror. You smiled and rolled your eyes as you made your way to his office which was a few doors down from Ghost's. You walked down the hallway as if you weren't paying any attention and bumped into somebody you looked up to see that it was Ghost. You two just looked at each other as you broke the silence “Sorry about that…Ghost “ you said as you blushed a little and walked by him. You felt his eyes on you as he looked you up and down as you walked down the hall. Ghost came back from the gym he was sweating and his heart beating quickly as he was remembering how you looked yesterday when he fucked you as he continues to head to the showers.

When you entered the room you saw König standing there doing some paperwork. You smiled and leaned on the door as you forgot how handsome he was when he was focused. He peered up as he smiled and walked over until he stood in front of you and closed the door behind you as your body pressed against his "So, what did you need?" you asked tilting your head "Just some company, to be honest." he said as he took off his mask as you saw his face. his short but messy light brown hair and his black eyemask over his eyes that were smeared across his eyes, you smiled softly as you saw his stumbles coming in as he did have a small scar on his upper lip and eyebrow. You cup his cheek as he smiles and leans into your touch and kisses your palm as you take off your mask "About time that I saw your face again." you tease as he smiles and kisses your palm again. You noticed the little dimples on his cheek as he then looked at you and stopped kissing your palm. He stretched and yawned as he walked back over to his desk and sat on his chair he didn't have to do anything as you just sat in his lap and rested your head on his chest as he did the paperwork that was mostly reported.

You yawned and saw that it was nearly noon and that you two hadn't even eaten as you moved around "Hungry my little owl?" he asked looking down at you as you nodded. He leaned back opened his mini fridge and handed you some sliced apples as he knew that it was your favorite as you began to eat while looking at the paperwork. He would occasionally kiss your head and mumble in German sometimes and run his hands through his short hair. when you finished eating you cuddled up to his chest and sighed as you yawned again and got comfortable from his body heat.

He saw that you were asleep and smiled softly and looked at the time as it was midnight he rubbed his eyes and looked down at you as he put on his hood and put your mask on you as he picked you up bridal style and went into your barracks and set you on the bed and put covers over you as he kissed your head and smiled. He got up and left the room for a snack as he forgot to eat. He went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a Dr. Pepper as he closed the door and opened it he took a sip and then sighed. “What do you want, ghost? “ he said as he looked over to see Ghost leaning on the counter drinking Whiskey in his black hoodie and sweatpants with his normal skull mask on.

“How is she ?” He asked as König rolled his eyes and answered “She is ok she is asleep though and I can tell you that she is knocked out.” He said and chuckled as Ghost scoffed as Konig glared at him “ You know what's funny Ghost... When she came back to the room yesterday she was blushing and… very weak as she had some interesting marks on her.” He said and walked over to  Ghost and looked at him like he wanted to murder him on the spot. “ Let me tell you something "ghost" IF you touch her, I’ll make sure you are my target, and trust me... I never leave my targets alive for long,” he said as he was now having a face-off with Ghost. “Is that a threat?” Said Ghost standing up and looking slightly up at him “No, it’s a fucking promise “ he growled and left the area and went back to the barracks and lay in bed as he pulled you on top of him and rubbed your back as he would kiss your head “I’ll make sure that fucker won’t touch you… You're mine forever.”       

König looked at you and smiled as he saw how adorable you looked asleep and pressed against him as he took off your mask to see your whole face. How your messy hair that was all over the place and the side of your face pressed against his chest and being able to hold you like a teddy bear. It made him feel happy and at peace. He looked over to see a picture of you and his side by side holding your weapons like an active poster, you both were near your cadet years in that photo. He smiled remembering the day that he first fell in love with you.   

You were to defuse a bomb from a cargo hold as at the time you were in the special forces at the time. The timer on the bomb was going by so quickly you didn’t have enough time as it almost exploded,  as it would have killed you and your squad. He was able to pull you away in time as the bomb went off.  You both stumbled back on the ground making him land on his back and you on his chest. He was covering his head as rubble began to fall and some of the rocks were hitting his helmet. After that happened and the mission was a success you two began to be friends and got closer as days passed until one day he asked you out while you two were on a stakeout to find a drug dealer. The next thing he knew was that you two began to date in private and would make sure that you were on the same team.        

He smiled to himself as he remembered those days and he would never regret meeting you and saving your life. He closed his eyes and rested his eyes as he knew he had to keep a sharp eye on Ghost from now on to make sure that he wasn’t ever going to take you away from him. Ghost came back to the room he glared at König and glared at him as he walked over to his bed and lay down as he went to bed.

I’m at the beach rn so I wanted to do a quick drabble with fem!reader x König at the beach. Light suggestive themes.

First of all, König does NOT like the beach. There’s too many people, it’s too loud, it’s hot, not to mention all the stares he gets for being tall, hot, and littered with tattoos and scars. Oh, he also wears one of those black surgical face masks to the beach.

König would never go to the beach on his own accord. You’d have to ask nicely beg him to go to the beach with you. He only agrees because he can’t have you prancing around in your cute little bikini with no big strong man to protect you from all the wandering eyes at the beach

König would pack so much water for you two. He can’t have you getting dehydrated! He would carry a whole cooler full of water bottles. You’d shove some snacks in there too, to feed your grumpy man and thank him for going to the beach with you

König has to be almost dragged to get in the water. He was never much of a water person; all his training is on land. He can’t watch for enemies if he’s playing mermaid with you, come on Schatz! He would absolutely NOT play mermaid, I’m sorry :( come on Schatz, grown men don’t play mermaid

After a while, König would get fed up with the water and go back to your spot. He would watch you the whole time though, making sure you’re not drowning or no one is getting too close. His eyes wouldn’t wander to any other woman but you

After an hour or so, König would demand you get out of the water for a water break. He’d make you drink a whole bottle before going back out to swim.

Oh also sunscreen. König gets really bashful when you have to apply sunscreen to him, but he has no trouble applying it on you. Hell, he has half a mind to paw at your breasts while he’s rubbing the sunscreen into those soft curves. You always bat your lashes innocently at him, and he grumbles and tries not to get a hard on. He also reapplies sunscreen to you every hour. You won’t get sunburn on his watch!

Going to the beach isn’t the most relaxing with König, though you know you’ll be well hydrated and cared for ❤️ and it’s all worth it to König when he gets to take you out to dinner afterwards in your cute post-beach makeup and sundress

Exam season is almost coming to an end...so a fic? 😀

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Gaming with König

something short to break the writers block :P

With exams finally finishing, you find yourself slouched against your desk chair, eyes glued to the screen in front.

"Liebling...c'mon let's talk..."

König mumbles, walking into the room. With your finals done, and him on a break, he just wants to spend time with his lover, but instead your attention is devoted to your video games.

"Hmm...5 more minutes..." You grumble out, clicking aggressively to shoot the enemy team.

"Baby, you've been playing for so long..." He tugs at your hoodie, forcing you to fix your posture and sit up straight.

You groan his words, realising your character had died. You turn to König, an idea popping into your head.

"For a sniper, you're quite bad at shooting long distance...oh wait, you're not-"

"Scheisse." König blurts out, the character now frantically running around, taking some damage from a bullet shot. "This mouse is faulty, schtaz..."

Snorting at his words, you lean into the crook of his neck, "Come on, Colonel, you bought it for me for christm-"

"Was zur Hölle- [what in the hell] Schatz! I hate this game." He screams, sitting up straight again, incidentally shoving you away. "When's the next round."

You laugh at his tantrum, massaging his tense shoulders.

"How about I take you with me for the next mission and I'll show you some real shooting, hm?" He suggests, rubbing his temples.

"I dunno babe, given the way you play, I might not come home alive-"

"Schatzi, please." He interrupts, turning to face you with a strict expression, "...the games starting again."

The next few rounds were very hectic, consisting of König screaming at his teammates with the mic on (which definitely led to your account being reported), and then König almost raising his voice at you.

"Why's the gun on the floor?!"

"Kö, you dropped it-"

"How do I pick it up?!"

"Babe, clic-"

"Who's behind me aAaAah-"

"König! Stop-"

Ultimately, the game ended with a disappointing score of 1 - 13, and a few new nail marks imprinted onto the desk where König has gripped out of irritation.

"That was a good game, I see why you like it Schnuki."

You hum in response, inquisitively picking up a random button that had be torn apart from your keyboard - the space bar, amidst König's shooting spams.

He gets up and pats your back, heading to the kitchen to prepare some dinner for the both of you, "Same time tomorrow?"

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König and his kitty

pairing: König x gn!reader

Konig slow blinks at his kitty, his heart swelling seeing the fluffy thing slow blink back at him.

"Look at that. She said she loves me back." Konig let out a slow laugh, his thick hand curling behind his kitty's ear and scratching at her fur. She purred at the contact, keening at his touch.

"I never took you as a cat person." You hummed, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs on Konig's lap and cheek pressed against the cushion. Your eyes crinkled as you saw how tenderly Konig held his kitty, so small in his arms, but the little kitty didn't care.

"She reminds me of you." He muttered, his voice soft as he continued scratching at his kitty's ears.

"Yeah? Because I'm cute?" You teased him, beaming when you saw a faint smile on Konig's face.

"Yeah, you're the cutest." He hummed, his gaze glancing down to meet yours, "You're so cute I don't know what to do with myself half the time."

Your cheeks felt warm from his words, mouth open to reply, but nothing came out of your mouth — just in awe that Konig would say something so affectionate and vulnerable.

"Did I leave you at a loss for words?" He chuckled, his gaze softening seeing how flustered you were.

You could only huff out a reply, a pout forming on your lips as you shuffled closer to him and lean your head against his broad shoulder.

"Since when were you such a romantic with your words?" You whispered, your hands shifting down to gently paw at his kitty. She purred happily, meowing in bliss having two people coo at her.

“Since I met you.”

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Author's Note: I hc that Konig has a siamese just because my bsf that is a huge konig fan has a siamese cat lol!

König and his kitty

pairing: König x gn!reader

Konig slow blinks at his kitty, his heart swelling seeing the fluffy thing slow blink back at him.

"Look at that. She said she loves me back." Konig let out a slow laugh, his thick hand curling behind his kitty's ear and scratching at her fur. She purred at the contact, keening at his touch.

"I never took you as a cat person." You hummed, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs on Konig's lap and cheek pressed against the cushion. Your eyes crinkled as you saw how tenderly Konig held his kitty, so small in his arms, but the little kitty didn't care.

"She reminds me of you." He muttered, his voice soft as he continued scratching at his kitty's ears.

"Yeah? Because I'm cute?" You teased him, beaming when you saw a faint smile on Konig's face.

"Yeah, you're the cutest." He hummed, his gaze glancing down to meet yours, "You're so cute I don't know what to do with myself half the time."

Your cheeks felt warm from his words, mouth open to reply, but nothing came out of your mouth — just in awe that Konig would say something so affectionate and vulnerable.

"Did I leave you at a loss for words?" He chuckled, his gaze softening seeing how flustered you were.

You could only huff out a reply, a pout forming on your lips as you shuffled closer to him and lean your head against his broad shoulder.

"Since when were you such a romantic with your words?" You whispered, your hands shifting down to gently paw at his kitty. She purred happily, meowing in bliss having two people coo at her.

“Since I met you.”

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Author's Note: I hc that Konig has a siamese just because my bsf that is a huge konig fan has a siamese cat lol!

Happy new years! I had the idea of reader doing the tradition of eating 12 grapes on new year day and miraculously meeting their dream man a week later (König)

pairing: König x gn!Reader

cw: robbery, police tw: knives (nothing done by König)

Despite the hurdles, challenges, and unfortunate breakups the past year had brought upon you — you still made it. You made it to the end of the year and now you're with your friends, all of you laughing and giggling while holding bowls of grapes under their rickety old dining table.

"This year I'm finding the man of my dreams. Tall, Kind—"

"The countdown is starting!" One of your friends suddenly interrupted, everyone looking at the TV screen as the countdown ensued.

All your voices muddled together as you counted along with the crowd shown on TV, smiling and shouting in enthusiasm when the clock ticked midnight and it was officially the new year.

Everyone hurriedly ate their 12 grapes, forced gurgles and swallows filling the room with uncomfortably gross sounds.

Thankfully you finished them all under a minute, gulping one last time before sighing in relief.

You crawled out from under the table, grabbing a glass of water to down after shoveling grapes down your throat.

Your heart thrummed at the idea of meeting your dream man soon, hoping that the 12 grapes would work in your favor.

They definitely did — just a lot quicker than you expected.

Unexpected as well.

A week later your workplace was getting robbed by some amateur, their hands shaking as they fumbled with a knife and were yelling out demands for all the money in the cash register.

You would think the scene was pathetic if you weren't at the other end of the knife. You tried your best to remain calm, assuring the robber you wouldn't call the cops as your hands meticulously bagged the money away, only for a man — a really big man — suddenly grab the guy and shove him onto the ground.

Honestly you weren't paying attention to the guy crying in pain or the sound of knuckles against skin from the punches the guy was swinging at the robber, your head foggy as you were actively dissociating from the chaotic scene.

"Miss," A gruff voice spoke to you, an Austrian accent present as he held the bloodied and bruised man by the scruff of his neck.

"Ah— sorry, let me call the police and- and thank you!" You stuttered out, your hands jittery as you fumbled out your phone and called the cops.

You sighed as you saw the robber get dragged away, your manager talking with the cops, and strangely the man lingering next to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his posture slightly hunched to meet your dazed gaze.

"Yeah, just— kinda still in shock," You mutter under your breath, a shaky exhale leaving your lips, a breath you weren't even aware you were holding the entire time.

"Do you like coffee?" The man questioned, his gaze firm and steady on your trembling figure.

You raise your head, eyebrows knitted together from the sudden question as you looked at the man's face first for the time.

He was wearing a black surgical mask and had a black hoodie to further hide his face, but you saw his serene blue eyes — heavy yet gentle as they gazed back down with you.

"Why are you asking?" The question finally leaves your lips after a beat of silence, your cheeks growing warm at how he kept looking at you with such fondness. It was so strange how he looked at you — so loving and patient even though he had just tussled with an armed man.

"I know a place not far from here. Let me take you,"

You nodded before your brain even registered what you agreed to, but you didn't mind. He saved you from a robber, getting coffee with the buff man seems reasonable as a sort of repayment.

It was barely even February when by some miracle you two began a relationship and he was exactly everything you wished for in a man. Exactly what you wished for on new years when you were munching on grapes under a wooden table with all your friends and fireworks erupting outside.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Counting the freckles on König's face as you two lay on the couch after an exhausting day

pairing: könig x gn!reader

König's face was a privilege only a select few people have ever seen in his life — barely enough people to count on one hand.

Even amongst those select few, they didn’t see his face on a daily occasion. He keeps his identity locked behind his sniper hood, leaving only his heavy gaze as a small window to his soul; everyone except his schatz.

during the long deployments where he was left with only a polarid of you tucked away in a pocket next to his heart he'd stare at it every night, his heart tugging wondering if you were safe — if he'll make it back to feel your touch on his scarred body.

When he returns he immediately tugs off all his clothes, haggard hands tugging at your own so he could feel you as close as possible; to feel you intimately without the restriction of cloth or anything else, just limbs tangled together in a loving embrace.

You lay on top of König, his large physique dwarfing you in comparison as your hands interlocked with his and lips lazily brushing against each others lips as you laid comfortably under the fluffy blanket.

His mask was tossed into a random cupboard, clothes strewn off into a corner of the room and his eyes half lidded as he looked at your gorgeous figure under the mellow sunlight. Seeing you bask like an angel under the warm light of the evening.

You broke away from the tender kiss, eyes glancing across his chiseled cheeks and noting the faint freckles on his face.

"You have freckles." You spoke softly, not wanting to break the silent peace in the room.

"Ja, they're more visible in the summer." Konig replies back, his cheeks tinting red seeing the star-struck look on your face — like the simple dots on his face had carved their way into your heart.

"They're pretty." You'd hum, your lips gently grazing against his cheek and pressing a soft kiss against each one. König let you pepper kisses all over his face, letting himself be a canvas for your kisses as he floated away somewhere soft and away from the war-torn and violent world he was brought up in.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

cw: könig x afab!reader

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

cw: könig x gn!reader

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

cw: könig x afab!reader

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

König is addicted to kissing your cervix

cw: könig x afab!reader, p in v, oral (reader receives), aftercare

König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.

It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.

His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.

Your chest would be heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.

"Relax, Schatz."

König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.

A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.

"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."

"Please... Please König—"

Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.

The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Köni— König! Ah—"

Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.

Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.

"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."

He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.

His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.

"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."

Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abondmen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.

After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.

He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.

"Feeling okay, schatz?"

"Yea... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.

"I'll try, mein liebchen."

(spoiler: he doesn't)

thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭

König is addicted to kissing your cervix

pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: p in v, unprotected s (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (reader receives), aftercare, google translated German

König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.

It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.

His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.

Your chest heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.

"Relax, Schatz."

König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.

A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.

"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."

"Please... Please König—"

Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.

The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.

"Köni— König! Ah—"

Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.

Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.

"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."

He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.

His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.

"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."

Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abdomen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.

After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.

He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.

"Feeling okay, schatz?"

"Yeah... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.

"I'll try, mein liebchen."

(spoiler: he doesn't)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

Authors Note: thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

cw: könig x afab!reader

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

cw: könig x gn!reader

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

cw: könig x gn!reader

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week

cw: könig x afab!reader

König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.

So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.

"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.

"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.

"Period?"

"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.

After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.

"I can't believe women have to go through that."

"Once a month for the rest of our life."

"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.

From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)

His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.

trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.

he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.