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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Middle of the Summer | König x Wife!Reader

a/n: RAHHH IM HERE! i love the big man. (dedicated to @peachesofteal and @as-is-above-so-below like always 😎)

warnings: A baby. That’s it lol

summary: König is terrified that he’s going to hurt his newborn daughter, but you need sleep.

“She’s- No, no, please put her back.”

You hugged a little, pulling your newborn back to your chest.

“Schatzi, she is much more, how do you say… Empfindlich. Weiß nicht, wie sagt man ‘Empfindlich’ auf Englisch?” He muttered to himself, shaking his head a little as he curled his hands to his chest. “Ah… Schatzi, she is too small for me.”

You patted the crying baby’s bottom, exhaustion making you a little more snappy than you had even been with him. “König, she will be fine. You’re big to everyone.”

“But she ist meine Tochter. I can’t hurt her, I’m her Papa.” His head cocked to the side, his hand settled on the little one’s back. “I could drop her, I could accidentally hold her too hard, ich könnte meinem Baby wehtun. I don’t want to hurt her.”

You took in a breath, bouncing on your foot just a little to try and get Avis to calm down as you said, “I need to sleep. It’s been two weeks, the only time you touch her is when I’m holding her.”

König just stared at his daughter, his anxiety drowning every sense he had. What if he did hurt her? What if he nicked her with one of his nails? Or he held onto her too tight and she couldn’t breathe? Or he held her little arm too tight and broke it?

You huffed again. “What are you gonna do if I have to be gone all day and can’t take her with me?”

“Wait for you to come back.” He murmured, eyes looked up to meet yours - and he did not like the look you gave him.

Fury. “Leon,” He swallowed his tongue, you never used his first name. Ever. “You put her in me, you can hold her before I commit more war crimes than Ghost does on a Thursday morning.”

You peeled the screeching baby from your chest, holding her towards him. His hands moved from his chest slowly, fear gnawed at his throat like a rabid dog. He was about to step away when you placed his daughter on his chest, her screaming got even louder. You moved one of his hands to hold her bottom, then moved the other to hold her back before placing your own hand on his cheek.

“Do not wake me. There will be Hell to pay.”

He swallowed his response, only nodding before your hands left your child, the weight of his daughter now solely in his own grip. His head whipped around to you, seeing you gaze at him from the doorway. His mouth opened before shutting again, the cries of his daughter made his stomach twist into knots even more. They were so much louder now that you weren’t holding her, Avis was upset and he didn’t know what to do. He looked back down at her, hearing your footsteps disappear down the hall to your shared bedroom.

Avis was fed and changed, she’s probably just tired. Right? She can’t be upset, there’s nothing for her to be upset over, right?

He’s never had experience with babies before. He’s too big, he’s always been too big for anyone to feel comfortable handing their tiny child to him - yet you did. Granted, you are incredibly sleep deprived and he felt bad about it, but he couldn’t help it. He kept the little thing to his chest, hurriedly moving to the padded rocking chair across the room. He sat down, instantly rocking the chair as the little one gripped onto his shirt. Her little head began to fall backwards, but he was quick to keep it supported against his chest. He got an easier idea, one that wouldn’t include that much handling.

He gently rested Avis on his thighs, the baby settled in the middle of his closed legs. She stared curiously up at him, little eyes glossed with fatigue as her cries grew weary. “Empfindlich was the word I said. I believe it means delicate. And you are delicate, you are like glass.” His finger poked her little belly, the baby’s foot kicked as she sniffled a cry. The grey eyes that looked identical to his gazed at his large hand then to his eyes again. He continued, “Fragile. You are too little for ein großes Monster wie ich.”

Avis kicked her feet a little again, another screech sounded from her lips before she finally settled into whimpers from the nice rocking pace of the chair. König had read once that some sort of swaddling, but a quick glance around his immediately vicinity, he had no blanket to wrap his daughter in. Panic clawed its way down his chest as he watched the girl fight off slumber, wanting to watch him intently. Then, without a second thought in his head, he gently rested his hand on top of Avis’s chest.

Every small cry from his daughter immediately ceased, her little hands grabbed his fingers - they were barely big enough to hold his fingertips. The tiny inflation of her lungs pushed his hand up, then it descended as she breathed out.

The panic in his chest had stopped at once.

“You are good. You are made of goodness.” He murmured, wiggling the fingers her little hands were clamped around. She simply cooed. “I want you to be small like this forever. Could you promise your Papa this one thing?”

The little coo and kick of her feet gave him her answer.

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You had slept a good eight hours before you woke up. When you opened your eyes and pulled yourself out of bed, you noticed that the midnight moonlight had disappeared from your house and was replaced by warm morning sunshine. No sounds of crying could be heard, no noises of any kind - just the smell of summer as it wafted through the house. You made your way towards the nursery, discovering a sweet sight.

Beside softly billowing curtains in front of the open window was your husband, settled on the rocking chair. His legs kept bent at the knee, his head leaned uncomfortably against the headrest and his hand settled on something in his lap. You quietly made your way over to the crib, worry gripped your heart when you didn’t see Avis there. You then turned back to König, now being much closer to him to see that his hand was resting on your daughter’s chest.

You watched his hand rise and fall with the breath of your daughter, relief flooded your body like a river. Your husband’s head moved a little downwards, his hand gently patting the baby’s belly. The little girl was passed out cold, her little mouth open. As was König, eyes fluttering as he slept.

And with you instantly getting your phone, the picture of the father and daughter became your lock screen.

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ghouljams · 5 months

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König would be so good as a period buddy :(

He's got those huge hands and I bet he just radiates heat, he'd massage your back while you lay on him, he'd press his hand against your stomach to try and soothe the cramps. He'd be so attentive, he was raised by his mutter to be a good boy and this is important good boy activities :( fetching heating pads, candy, easy food when your hormones fuck up your appetite, soup and tea. König would just coo at you each time you whined, he hates seeing you hurting but you're so cute and needy :(

He'd love period sex. You're so squirmy and embarrassed, but you're so hot on his tongue and you make such pretty sounds for him. There's something dark and possessive that growls with pleasure seeing your blood on his cock, feeling you tremble and cry because your hormones are running wild. You're just so cute! You're adorable, he just wants to eat you up. Maybe he will, he's already got you basically confined to bed. Why ever let you anywhere else after this?

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stargirlrchive · 7 months

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── KINKTOBER DAY THREE

cock-warming w/ könig ─ afab!reader

NSFW ✩ MINORS DNI

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

you weren’t sure what it was but you had been craving intimacy from könig far more than usual. he had always been so affectionate with you but right now it felt that everyone was pulling you two apart. your lives dragging the two of you in different directions and it was driving you wild.

if könig noticed how overly affectionate you had been, he didn’t mention it. tonight was a rare occasion where the both of you had off. slipping into the covers together and he was fast asleep. but your mind wouldn’t shut off.

you tossed and turned, until you settled on watching könig sleep. your eyes taking in the strong muscles of his arms and back, and all the scars that had littered his body.

you tried to suppress the lewd thoughts running through your mind, but felt the familiar ache between your thighs begin to form. you inched closer to him, trying to squirm your way under him to be closer. a small grunt left his mouth as he turned to look at you. his eyes filled with exhaustion and voice thick with sleep. “leibling, are you alright?”

you only gave him a short hum, still trying to weasel your way under him. his massive hands gripped at your waist to stop you, frowning gently at you. “you’ve been tossing and turning all night. what’s wrong?”

your eyes watered softly at his tone of voice, it was so soft and confused, or maybe it was the question itself but your face buried itself into his neck before he could stop you.

könig was quick to sit up, wrapping his arms around you to bring you with him. “engel, talk to me. please.”

his fingers ran through your hair, trying to comfort you as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. pressing soft kisses but his stubble gently scratching against your skin had shivers running down your back.

“i just miss you. miss being close to you.”

his hands had made their way to your waist as he gently squeezed them. his lips trailing over your neck, nipping gently before making his way to your lips. “you want to be close to me, leibling? you’re already sitting on my lap.”

you frowned up at him, “wanna be closer.”

his fingers gently tightened around your hips, “yeah?”

you answered him with a short nod and he kissed you desperately. his tongue making its way into your mouth as he raised your hips.

roughly tugging on his boxers after removing your panties. your eyes were glued to the way his fingers wrapped around his cock.

he gave a few soft tugs and he hardened up instantly, gently bringing your hips down again.

the head of his cock running through your folds and tapping against your pulsing clit a few times. your face flushed as you whined out his name, “könig-”

he lined himself up with your entrance, sinking you down slowly onto his length. “oh, fuck.”

you were breathless by the time you had fully sank down onto him. könig’s hands making their way down your spine to pull you closer. “so warm, schatz. you feel so good.”

your face tucked into his neck once more as he maneuvered the two of you down. your chest flush again his, using his collar bone as your pillow with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. you felt so full, so connected and the tension in your body eased away.

your eyes began to grow heavy, your breathing sinking up with könig’s as his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

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konigsblog · 4 months

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könig with a reader who has larger breasts...

cw; female anatomy, afab!reader, gn!reader, gender neutral titles, mirror sex, praise, body worship.

version 1 // version 3

könig absolutely adores your breasts; the shape, how soft they are, how the flesh and fat spills from his fingers when he squeezes and fondles them. something else he enjoys, is mirror sex. fucking you infront of a mirror and groping you all over.

your bare back pressed against könig's burly chest, his thick and veiny cock stuffing your cunt full and his large hands cupping your breasts. he sucks hickeys onto your neck, eyeing you up with hungry eyes as he grips and gropes your chest, fucking your hole faster whilst playing with them. he's utterly obsessed, there's been countless times where he's drooled all over them like a dog in heat, covering your hard nipples in saliva as he pumps his dick into you're glistening cunt.

you're his perfect toy, something he can use and love on. his cock twitches inside you as he runs his fingertips over your hard nipples, groaning hoarsely beside your ear and breathing down your neck. the softness of them against his calloused, rough hands feels heavenly, and he's unable to stop grinding up into your pussy as he gazes them. it's perverted; depraved and disgusting as he slobbers and loves on them desperately, cumming uncontrollably and degrading and you for being so delicious and loveable.

könig would rub lotion onto your breasts, gripping and squeezing them while kissing down your neck, his dick achingly hard in his boxers as he grips them tightly, making you squeak out.

he'll just have to cum all over them later, after sharing a few drinks together and finally getting into the mood, finally able to get that sweet release.

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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König and reader? Maybe pressed against the wall while there's a meeting on next door. The way you write König makes me feral.

Warning- rotten filthy smut ahead.

(PiV sex, unprotected sex (use protection!!!), trying to keep quiet (and failing), semi-public sex, against a wall, utter filth)

“You’re going. To get us. Caught.” He huffs into your ear, and the hood does nothing to obscure the warm breath of him that seeps through the dark fabric, into your flesh. Each word is punctuated with a jolting, heavy thrust into the slickened core of you- precise, bludgeoning, toe curling with its intensity. It bleeds into your veins, the syrupy sweet pleasure of him spreading you open around his massive girth, swallowing the bitter aftertaste of just how much he stretches you.

With your head braced on the wall, you can hear the meeting going on next door. The base commander’s voice is clear despite his garbled words, and even if you tried to listen you can’t- stolen under by the searing touch of his massive hands as they haul your leg higher, your pants crumpled at your ankles. Unbalanced, you’re forced to lean your weight against the wall, arm shivering and shaking, throat dry with the cracked gasps that perch there like fragile feathered things. You try to contain your voice, but with every smack of his hips against yours you feel the hot, searing tip of him grind against the cup of your cervix, and it tears a wrecked, shuddering sound from you punctuated by his own growling timber.

“K-König.” You try, voice reedy and small, trying to silence yourself despite his onslaught.

“You need to be quiet, Schatz.” He hisses, and his rhythm changes, slows, just enough for him to grind into you.

You whimper.

“Y-you say that.” You manage to retort, and there’s a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, exhilarated by the thrill of it all. It’s like he’s trying to get you both caught, the way he fucks you up against the wall, drawing the pleasure from your body like siphoning liquid from the resevoir of your desire. With each slap of his hips you feel your heartbeat hammer in your ears, drowning out the sound of the conversation next door.

König growls, and the grip he has on your thigh is harsh enough to bruise- leaving swollen marks you’ll no doubt see for days. There’s a pressure building in the core of you, reaching outward with brightened, incandescent fingertips as it laces through your veins and leaves a glowing, sizzling afterburn. You can feel the wet, obscene stretch of him inside you, and the fullness of him leaves you dizzy, wanting, desperate to cry out his name.

“Fuck! Oh-” You groan, but the sound is bitten off when your soldier stops, adjusts, and soon there’s a hand covering your mouth, the lingering metal aftertaste of his weapon clinging to his palm.

“Hush.” He manages, but his voice is choked too, and when he resumes his heavy, dragging thrusts into you it’s all he can do to keep his own voice stifled as a low, whimpering groan in his throat. He’s desperate for your release, you can tell. He can feel the way your breathing has shifted, can sense it like you’re an extension of himself, as if he’s discerning the direction of the wind. When the gale begins to howl you reach blindly for him to anchor you, hand raising up and catching on the metal of his bracer, jaw shifting so you bite down on the meat of his palm.

He curses, rucks into you faster, and you can hear the lewd slick of your desire against the girth of him, the way he fucks it into you chasing his own climax. The world has faded to an amalgam of color, psychedelic and overwhelming and you distantly think you might be yelling into his hand, neglectful of the audience right next door to you.

“That’s it, that’s it Schatz.” König mutters, voice dragging against his throat like gravel, coarsed down to the wick of him from the taste of you. “A little more, almost- ugh, almost there…”

It’s too much and yet not enough. What was originally a small fizzling burn has now overlapped into a catastrophic conflagration that threatens to consume you. It forces you to the edge, sears your veins.

And he’s holding the matches.

He shifts, braces your leg over his forearm so the metal of his bracer bites cold against your skin. Yet the chill of it is extinguished when his gloved fingertips reach for you in the fire, bearing down on your clit with firm, insistent pressure.

You scream into his palm, but the sound is cracked at the seams, choked as your climax washes over you with such sudden intensity you think you might go blind. Your cunt clenches down on him and König curses with his reply, jolting until he settles his hips flush to yours and groans a wet, heedy sound that you’re almost certain can be heard through the wall. The molten heat of him fills inside you and you’re left clinging to him, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm tremble through you.

Breath caught in your lungs, chest heaving, blood rushing in your ears, you almost don’t hear when he murmurs your name. Yet when he pulls from you the sudden absence is enough to make you stumble, reaching for him as the counterbalance for your own relief.

“I’ve got you.” He murmurs, one arm wrapping around your front and hauling you back into his form, where you collapse with a gasping, shaking sigh. Your hands cling onto his arm, head thrown back against his chest where it belongs.

Yet then his other hand descends, gathers the remnants of him from where it leaks at the swollen seam of you- and you choke when he pushes it back inside, huge fingers delving back into your core.

“You’ll keep me there, won’t you?” He asks, and he sounds almost petulant like that, always in need of you, indulging in your flesh not as a sin, but as a salve for his fragile, open heart.

One that belongs to you.

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dream0fschism · 1 year

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Omg hi, I love your hc’s so I was curious if I could request my own! :). If you’re okay with it, how would könig feel about reader telling him that they’re completely okay with him using them while they’re asleep 🫣 lol

HMMM

pairing: könig x AFAB!reader

- would probably be super confused at first, shocked that the words had even left your mouth. he's bashful. "uh... my- do you mean..."

- "yes. whenever you want to take me, just do it. i give you my permission, sweetheart."

- he finds it incredibly hot, but he's too respectful to accept the possibility of him actually using your body whilst you sleep.

- until you're snoozing next to him, curves of your ass sticking out just that little bit too much and his cock is swelling behind the confines of his boxers.

- he'd lean over you to watch your face first, study the way your chest rises and falls in rhythmic comfort. the way your lips part slightly each time you exhale.

- he'd trace his fingers over the smooth, plumpness of your lips and ease them apart to press into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth.

- when you suck on his fingers instinctively, still fast asleep, his cock would twitch in his pants and he wouldn't be able to resist using his free hand to peel off the fabric covering it.

- "that's right, baby. keep sucking like that for me..." he whispers, as he presses his throbbing length between each of your pillowy thighs.

- he'd palm at your breasts as he humped himself against you, moaning softly with each pull of your skin against his own.

- he'd start to feel the wetness pooling between your folds lather up the length of his shaft, and he'd grow impossibly hornier. he wouldn't be able to resist moving himself to flip you over and lifting you by the legs, before securing his mouth to the heat of your pussy and tasting you.

- this wakes you up, the immense pleasure the mix of sensitive sleepiness and könig's eager tongue. you'd whimper, alerting him that you were awake, which only makes him tighten his grip on your legs and lock you in place as he assaults your pussy with his tongue.

- he wouldn't stop until you're fully awake, clawing at the sheets beneath you as you tremble against his face and come all over his soaked lips and chin.

- he'd look at you when he's finished, eyes absolutely feral as they lock onto your own. he looks like a wild animal, fed but by no means satiated as he only wants more from you.

- and it wouldn't be long before he has both his legs at either side of your head, his cock pushed deep into your tender mouth and only stopping once it hits the resistance.

- "mm, welcome back, sleepy.. sorry to wake you. but i can't fuck your mouth whilst you sleep, love."

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deathc-re · 4 months

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könig is a big man. and big men take up space, so it's no surprises he drives a big ol truck like that. he loves his truck. and he loves that you love his truck. it bring the two of you together in many ways. how's that you might ask?

because it's so high off the ground the you need his help to get into it.

because the first time you even sucked him off was in that truck. horrible traffic, bumper to bumper with nowhere to go. his big veiny hand that was placed on your thigh rode up, all the way to the hem of your shorts then down again. he played with your clit, dipping down into your cunt to collect your juices and one thing lead to another. doors locked, windows tinted, you bobbed your head, up and down. tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as your throat struggled to take most of him.

because after an argument the two of you sat in silence on the long, long drive home and wordlessly he pulled into an empty lot and parked. he got out of the drivers seat and walked around to your side, outstretched a hand to help you get out and lead you to the back seat. Where he proceeded to roughly fuck into you, the sound of skin slapping, his grunts, your whines and whimpers overtaking the tense silence.

because on a hot summer day, while he sat back, dick painfully hard in his shorts, he watched you clean his truck. the smallest bits of clothing on your soaked and soapy skin. hair pulled back, sunglasses on while you swayed your hips and bounced your body to the music playing through your speaker.

because after a particularly hard day for you, he took you to your favorite spot to eat, brought you out to a little clif that over looked the now far off city and held you close. you both spent the night watching the lights and the stars above, chatting and eating away. you whispered sweetly to each other, sharing deep kisses in the dark of night, holding each other close and wordlessly confessing your love.

ts is highly self indulgent but what can i say, i like trucks 💋

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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R/n, to Ghost: So... When were you planning on telling me you’re a vampire?

Ghost: Honestly, I was kind of under the impression that you already knew... You know... given your own nature.

R/n:...My what?

Ghost: Don’t play coy, yer a vamp too.

R/n: Uh, no I’m not.

Ghost: Yes, the hell you are I can smell it.

Soap [werewolf]: I think yer nose is broken.

König [werebear]: Ja, she’s a Vere-animal like us!

Soap: Right!

R/n: Wait, y-You guys are-

Gaz [Elf]: No! Your all wrong, look at that point on her ears! she’s obviously an Elf!

R/n, fidgets with her ears: My ears???...an Elf? What-

[R/n looks at everyone baffled that they were all monsters, as the monster men bicker with each other on what she was, Price does the smart move and just takes R/n to a fairy doctor to figure it all out.]

R/n, glaring down at her results: What the hell?! This is bull-crap dude!

[Turns out R/n is a chimera. But instead of inheriting all the badass powers and monsters features from her supernatural DNA donors the genes cancelled each other out; making her no different from any other human...]

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diejager · 6 months

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Saccharine and Monstrosity masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Eldritch horro!König x fem!mermaid!reader

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, kidnapping, manipulation, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective König, mention of partial nudity, hunting, more will be added.

Summary: He found something worth much more than gold and silver, and madness and corruption. He found a pretty little mermaid to brighten up his cold, dark home and care for. To love something he was created to hunt and kill; to care for something he watched from afar; to hold something so fragile between his many, many arms. It’s sinful pleasure, a blasphemous reunion, but he doesn’t care. He wants you, so he’ll have you.

Parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Drabble:

Sunlight | d,r

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konigceo · 4 months

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hear me out — könig with a hyperfem gf who he just can't stop spoiling with gifts. he loves them to death but he loves them even more when they're ridin him with a cute little mini skirt and thigh highs with bows on em :((((

(new anon hihi !!)

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YES YES YES THIS OMG !! 🎀 bby ur a genius !!!!! i have a hyperfem girl mindset but i dress more acubi n plain :(

nsfw warning !

könig who has more money than he could ever spend, so he just spoils you endlessly !! whatever's in your cart or wishlist, he'll buy it for you !! don't you ever dare think that he's spending too much money on you, he loves spoiling his princess :(

whenever an especially cute top or skirt arrives, he'll have you wear it and give a little twirl for him ! his favorite skirt is a little pink one with bows n he loves when you wear it ! he just thinks its so so cute and even cuter on you :(

sometimes he feels a little guilty fucking you in new clothes, because you've been excited for them n now he's gonna ruin them with his cum :( he can't help it when you beg so nicely though, n he promises to buy you another pair ! isn't he the sweetest :((

könig goes a little insane when you wear the miniskirt + thigh highs combo, his eyes widening when you do a twirl for him. he might as well sit you down right then and there and suckle on your thighs forever !

and he's never telling you, but he fantasized about you riding his face while wearing his favorite skirt ! his hands gripping onto to thin fabric of your sheer thigh highs, moans muffled by your frilly skirt !

he dies a little bit when you bounce on his cock while hiding your head in his chest, hugging him so close :( he shushes you when you while about his cum getting all over your skirt, murmuring to you, "i'm sorry, schatz, you- you just felt too good,, couldn't help it," giving you the biggest doe eyes ever. n how could you refuse ! he made you feel so so good, and he pinky promises to buy you how many more pairs you'll need !

ughh the way he would give you one of his jackets to use in your outfits ! he doesn't care if it's practically falling off, it looks so so cute on you !! i personally hc that he wears headphones a lot, n he would probably have little bows on them !! and when you wear earmuffs you have little bows on them too and u guys r matching :((

um yes i'm kind of obsessed abt him !

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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hi! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do a könig x reader where the reader is giving birth to their baby but it’s a hard birth and könig pushes his anxiety away to help coach her through it?❤️

So This Is Love | König x Wife!AFAB!Reader

a/n: you know me. i was literally thinking about writing something about könig and a baby. nonnie i’ll love you forever. i’ll write a family fic for könig too if people want it 😭 i love him so much. (thank you @as-is-above-so-below for the baby name, you are amazing)

warnings: Childbirth, pregnancy, a lot of anxiety.

summary: It’s time for you and your husband, König, to meet your new baby. It’s just that you are panicking, and König needs to keep you calm.

König stirred awake to a dark bedroom, eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness. He turned to look at the digital clock on his nightstand, its red numbers blinking 01:56 AM. He rolled back over, hand reaching for you on the right side of the bed, but found only warm sheets. His eyes really opened then, he sat up quickly and reached backwards for the lamp. It clicked on, illuminating the bedroom and your empty side of the bed. He saw a large wet spot just a few inches from his hand, he moved quickly off the bed as he called your name. It couldn’t be time, you weren’t due for another couple of weeks - his heart began to race even as he heard your voice from the bathroom.

He made it in four strides, almost slamming his head on the door frame when he darted into the bathroom. The panic in chest only increased as he found you sitting on the floor, back against the tub with a towel underneath you. He was instantly beside you, kneeling and placing one of his hands on your swollen belly. “What happened?”

The tears that ran down your face only made his entire body grow dizzy, your hand rested on his as you whispered, “My water broke.”

König felt his resolve crumble under his skin, panic bells ringing in his ear as he spoke, “You’re not-“

“Due for a couple of weeks, I know,” You winced, eyes fluttered shut as you let out a breathy groan. “Tell your baby to stop hitting my ribs.”

His blue eyes flickered down to your belly, only taking just a moment to collect himself before he leaned closer, saying, “Du tust deiner Mutter weh, du wirst uns bald treffen, mein Baby.” He pressed a kiss to your belly, eyes looking back up to you. He flexed his other hand into a fist, trying to get his focus off of his racing heartbeat. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

You shook your head, letting out a loud groan and taking his hand into your own. “F-Fuck-“ You panted out, your other hand instinctively reached for his other as well. He immediately gave it to you. “Yeah. Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

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König’s entire body was on emergency mode, he could barely even breathe the whole time you had been in labor. Catering to your every need no matter how small helped a little, but the intense pain you were in because of his child made him almost vomit.

36 hours of labor have come and gone, spent sitting on a exercise ball and watching TV, or eating crisps on your hospital bed while he massaged your feet. The baby in your belly seemed content in causing you pain, kicking your kidneys whenever you had a contraction. The sweetheart you were, you never told him that it was his fault that you were this way - but boy was he thinking it. Every tiny discomfort almost had him crying out of anxiety; he had spent countless years in battle and has seen people in pain, but he never wanted to hear moans of agony come from your lips.

He hadn’t even settled on a name yet. You were so patient, you didn’t want to name this baby a name that he didn’t like. He begged for your suggestions, but you refused - saying, “Any name I say you’ll just agree with. Find your own.”

He sat with you now, he felt it was getting closer to meeting his first child. The nurse was fluttering about, a sweet young woman who didn’t ease his nerves at all. It may have been the thousandth baby she’s delivered, but this is his first child and the first she would be delivering with you. He had already chewed down his nails, he had to force himself to stop before he made himself bleed.

“Baby,” You murmured your warm bed, he was sat right behind you, his head right next to your arm as your hand reached for his head. “Baby.”

“Yes?” He whispered, moving his hand to intercept yours, holding it before you squeezed his hand.

“I need you.”

He’s spent months and months thinking of all the terrible things that could go wrong with you and the baby, he was still uncharacteristically calm. He wanted to be at the hospital with you, but you were against it - he did as you said. So here you were in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV and monitors. He was quick to stand, help you move forwards so he could sit behind you. The mattress was almost soft, he noted, and he felt upset that he even suggested coming to the hospital. He wasn’t used to any of this, the clench of his lungs in his chest made him nauseous. Your back curled into his chest, his hands immediately settled on your pregnant belly. He could immediately feel his baby respond to his touch, kicking and making you grunt in pain. Your hands then moved to on top of his, squeezing them.

“It hurts, König,” Your words stung him like a wasp, infecting his skin and blood with red hot venom. He pressed kisses to your hair that was thrown up messily before leaning forwards, moving his hands so your palms met.

“It’s okay, my love,” He murmured, squeezing your hands as you squeezed back, letting out a loud whine of pain. “Breathe for me, Schatzi. Come on.”

“I can’t.” You groaned out, head thrown back into his shoulder as you squeezed his hands so hard. The nurse moved towards the bed, one hand on one of your knees.

“I’m gonna see if I can feel the head, okay?” She spoke calmly, all you could do was nod and the soldier stared at the woman as she reached down between your legs. Your hands moved to bring his arms around your chest, eyes also glancing down at the woman before she moved back, a smile on her face. “You’re going to need to start pushing soon. Not right now, so prepare yourself.”

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Your small voice broke König’s heart. He tightened his arms around your chest, your hands gripped his forearms.

He swallowed, fending off his anxiety from swelling his throat as he spoke, “You can, Liebling. And I’ll be right here, I won’t let you go. Squeeze me as hard as you need.”

There was a knock on the door and it opened, revealing your short doctor with a mask on her face and hair pulled into a fabric surgical cap. Behind her were two more nurses, both in pink scrubs and wheeling in a bassinet. He felt like everything in his body was going to explode.

This was really happening. Soon, he was going to be a father to a little girl or a little boy - and he hadn’t even told you the names he liked.

“Let’s have a baby! How are you doing?” Your doctor was as happy as ever, something König wasn’t always fond of.

Your hands squeezed his forearms, a grunt escaped from between your gritted teeth.“Like I’m pushing a baby out of my vagina.”

“Always the chipper one, then?” The doctor smirked, commenting, “I’m gonna check and see where the little one is, okay?” She lifted the paper blanket and then looked back to her nurses, then to König. She nodded curtly before looking to you, saying, “It’s go time. I can see the baby’s head.”

König physically felt you freeze for a moment, he was stunned himself and he felt his diaphragm squeeze. This was the last time König would ever be just someone - soon, he would be someone’s father. And he would do better than his own, better than the man who abandoned his family and ruined his only son.

You let out a yelp, hands still holding onto his forearms as the doctor spoke, “Alright, let’s push.”

“No, no no! I’m not- Ready-“ Your chest curled forwards, a loud whine of pain as you dragged your husband forward by his arms secured around you. “I want-“

“It’s too late for any pain meds, I’m sorry.” Your doctor gave you a sympathetic gaze before looking back between your legs. Another jolt of pain had you screaming out, the doctor telling you to push but all you did was let out a cry of pain. “C’mon, sweetheart. Your baby’s almost here, you can do it.”

“I can’t!” You shouted back, voice laced with agony as you collapsed backwards into your husband, sobs racking your entire chest as you squeezed his arms. “Fuck, König, please- Please make it stop.”

You were always the strong one in the relationship, level headed and wise; something König admired and those traits helped keep him grounded when he was getting into one of his attacks. But now, it was like the roles reversed - you were panicking, in pain, wanting to stop but he knew you couldn’t. He pressed his forehead to the crown of your head, speaking over your loud moans and the doctor’s commands. “You’re going to give us the best thing we’ve ever been given, our child. I’m going to hold them and think about how strong you were for creating a little life with me. You’re going to be in so much pain for me, I’m sorry, my Schatzi. But you have always been strong, always held your head in the face of danger. Just a little longer.”

“Ah-fuck! Fuck, fuck- No, no, no I can’t- I can’t-“ Your nails dug into his skin, your torso shot forwards as you let out a loud cry of pain. He followed suit, letting your nails draw blood from his arm.

He pressed a kiss to your messy hair, it was almost matted. “You can, Schatzi. Und das wirst du.” He made a note to help you brush your hair when you were resting, but now all he could do was watch the doctor and nurses await the arrival of his child.

“One more push, Y/N.” Your doctor’s voice was calm, the nurses waiting beside her with supplies that König didn’t care to look at. He kept his hold, letting you squeeze his arms around you as you cried.

“I can’t- I can’t anymore.”

“Yes, you can.” He spoke, his voice echoed over your grunts, the loud pants from your mouth almost drowned out him saying, “You’re strong, Schatzi. Stark. We’re doing this together, always.”

It was only a moment longer, a last scream of pain and nails digging into skin, crescent moons tattooed his arms. There was a moment, just a moment where your open backed hospital gown hit his grey undershirt, your nails no longer going for blood. In that moment, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear with a bated breath, arms looser around you while your arms went slack and your head rolled back into König’s shoulder.

A shrill sound. Sighs of relief from everyone in the room as the recognizable sound of a baby crying filled the silence, the doctor happily chirping as the nurses began to help your baby. Your eyes felt so heavy, it was hard to keep them somewhat open but you still did it, the sheer adrenaline of wanting to see the baby you’ve been humming to for nine months. You wanted to see the creature who liked to kick you in your sleep at the exact same time of night, the baby who liked to move whenever your husband placed his hand upon the swell of your stomach.

The nurses moved away as your doctor held up the little baby with both hands, “It’s a girl!”

“Do you want to cut the cord, Dad?” One of the nurses asked, König pressed the side of his head to your head. He could feel just how tired you were, he wouldn’t leave you now.

He met the gaze of the nurse, saying, “No. My wife still needs me here.” You let out a noise of gratitude, heavy pants still escaping your lips. The parents watched the cord be snipped, the little girl be wiped down a little before wrapped in a soft pink blanket - the nurse who had been with you almost the whole time had come forward with the little creature, helping you move down your hospital gown so your baby could rest on your skin and help bonding.

The little girl let out tiny shrieks with all of her breath, face becoming shades darker as your weak hands came to cradle your daughter. She had your beautiful skin tone, a small little thing that would’ve fit in the palms of König’s hands. You tried to hush the baby, calm her, but she kept crying. It wasn’t until he spoke only a few words, “Hello, my little bird.”

She squealed out another cry, her eyes blinking open to display eyes that looked exactly like his. Beautiful gray eyes that would follow him for years, little hands that he would hold for years to come. The baby began to calm down as soon as her eyes opened, blinking slowly up to look at König before her gaze landed on you.

Her little hand moved towards your head, but it didn’t raise from your sweaty skin. Her eyes watched you as a small yet exhausted smile appeared on your lips, one that König wouldn’t see until later when one of the nurses shows him the picture. All he would know of was the little coo his daughter made as you whispered, “Hello, sweetheart.”

“Sie ist schön, just like her mama.” He murmured, keeping his hands on your sides. He felt that he was almost too big to touch the baby on his wife’s chest - she was a normal sized baby, but he was still so overly conscious of his size. He didn’t ever want to hurt the little creature he met only moments ago.

“What did you name her, my love?” He was brought out of his head by the sound of your voice, the little girl’s eyes never moved from your face.

He pressed his lips to your hair. “Avis.”

“And her middle name will be Amelia.”

“Meine Omas Namen?” He chuckled, his hands gently rubbing your sides. “Oh, how no one would ever love me like you.”

Little Avis agreed by letting out a little yawn, eyes fluttered closed. Your head moved to the side, he could clearly see the tears that had fallen since your child had been placed in your grasp. His hand came to your cheeks, a kiss from his lips was planted on your nose.

“We did it.” The breath you were holding escaped your lungs, crystal tears filled your eyes. “Avis Amelia.”

“Look at our daughter. Unsere Tochter.” You gazed back at your beautiful daughter, sniffling before König’s familiar fingers brought your face to look back at his. “You did so well, do not cry these tears, your beautiful face doesn’t need to be tearful.” His thumb traced a tear away from your cheek, gray eyes flickering to meet yours before closing. He leaned forwards to meet his forehead with yours, still brushing away tears. “I will cry them for you.”

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ghouljams · 2 months

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Ballet König tiiiiime... I have many thoughts because I saw a ballerina with big tits and I am... no better than a man...

Tw for minor reader descriptions (big boobs...)

Being fitted for costumes is always annoying, the costumers always complain about having to fit your chest, and have to let out the corseted tutu to compensate. You always end up with your tits either smashed against your chest or lifted to an almost pornographic degree. This costume seems to be the latter. König stares down at you, you raise a brow at him and he gives you a one word growl.

"Change."

You have to anyway, so you follow the costumers directions and change back into your usual leotard and tights. König is holding your sweatshirt when you make your way out of the changing room, he holds it out to you and you give him a confused look. You take it but don't bother putting it on, you still have practice, it's not like you're about to dance in your sweats.

He follows you through rehearsals, he's supposed to anyway but he's really, really, close. It isn't until the last dancer has filed out of the room for lunch that you finally get an explanation for his behavior. He grabs your tits, or tries to, two big handfuls that make you press your chest into his grip with a quiet noise of surprise. He squeezes you through your leotard and grumbles something. His hands smooth over your chest, down and back up, before he's digging his hands under the neckline and into the garment.

"There they are," he coos bending close, "You've been hiding such pretty things from me Schatzi."

Hiding is a strong word, wearing the dance equivalent of a binder is more accurate. As such, the material wants to stay close to itself, forcing you into Königs hands as he fondles you. He pinches your nipples hard and you whine, your blood rushing to heat your skin as he rolls his thumbs over them soothingly.

"Quite the ballerina," König drags his lips against the shell of your ear, "having such-" he struggles for the right word, toying with you all the while, when it does finally come to him it's with his cock pressing against your ass, "indecent sounds right-" he kisses your neck, "-indecent-" you know the feeling of his teeth anywhere, "-obscene-" they tease your skin, "-naughty-" his tongue replaces their points, dragging over your pulse as König groans, "tits."

"They make costuming, nng, difficult," you bite your lip against making another sound. It's better if you don't talk, you don't want to alert anyone outside the studio that the two leads are misusing the space.

"They fill my hands, Engel," König hums, giving your breasts a firm squeeze as if driving home his point, "how did I not notice them?"

You don't have to think hard to answer that, but you do have to press your hand over your mouth to avoid whining at the way he toys with you. He's never fucked you without a leotard on, that's how, despite all his protests against it, the man has a firm kink. He pinches your nipples hard and you moan, König shushes you, grinds his hard cock against you. Heat pools between your legs, making your leotard and tights sticky with slick. He's teasing you, and you both know it. He was never going to fuck you, there isn't time for it.

"Such a dirty girl," he tells you, "I should have taken you home, and fucked you properly."

You press back against him, prepared for the consequences of asking him to do it now, fuck you on the floor, fuck you against the Barre with your face pressed to the mirror, like he's so fond of, but the door opens. His hands slide off your breasts to rest on your shoulders in a flash. Another dancer wanders in to grab her water bottle, squirting some into her mouth as she turns to walk back out. She waves, you give a small wave back. König doesn't move until the door closes again.

Then his hand is pressing between your legs, bending you forward to truly grind against you. You know he can feel the way you're starting to drool, you can almost hear him smiling. "Needy thing," as if it isn't his fault, "why don't we find somewhere I can enjoy you properly."

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simpformarksmen · 17 days

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SMALL THOTS™ OF SMUT

König grabbing your breasts like a desperate man while you ride him, his lengthy and meathy cock throbbing inside your so appreciated cunt, the feeling of the walls of your tight cunt so.. good.

“Taking me so well, Kleiner Hase..“

He said this, as his thumbs played with your nipples, making small circles around the circumference, making the pleasure increase, the sensitivity and stimulation increasing inside your cunt.

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konigsblog · 4 days

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könig with a chubby girlfriend.

tw/cw; reader is described as plus size and curvy, impregnation/breeding kink, afab!f!reader. MDNI 18+

könig loves his partner's weight against him. he adores digging his fingernails into your soft thighs, his nails leaving marks and imprints along your bare skin, his tongue rolling back and forth against your sweet cunt.

the taste of your arousal leaves könig feeling as if he's on cloud nine. he's addicted to the scent on your arousal, pushing your pussy against his face while you pant and moan, rocking your hips back and forth at the sensation and stimulation against your clit.

könig talks about impregnating you all the time during sex. he doesn't even realise what he's admitting to the entire time, babbling out utter nonsense about getting you pregnant and plump with his offspring, filling your cunt with his milky, creamy arousal. only afterwards when he's laying down with you does he think about what he'd said, fantasising about starting a big family with you.

könig will grope your chest and rear, playing with your tits while he fucks your asshole. he's practically splitting you apart on his lengthy cock, his boner twitching inside of your slick hole. his hands wander, gripping your stomach as he holds your tight, fucking you even harder than before.

he goes absolutely insane for your thighs. he loves how curvy you are, how soft your hips are. he'll run his fingers along your stretch marks while eating you out, one hand on your waist and the other drawing shapes on your skin with his finger, sucking at your clit slowly and teasingly while you plead for permission to come all over his warm tongue.

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pixielover1 · 4 days

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Wild Flowers.

Part one. Part two. Part three.

Monster!König x Reader.

The sun illuminated the quiet hillside like a stunning oil painting. You stirred awake as the beams of light slipped past your thin curtains. Yawning, you sat up in your bed. Waking up early was exciting today because it was finally time to harvest your crops. You quickly put on a floral sundress and a pair of sandals. Pulling on your gardening hat, you practically skipped outside, moving to the back of your quaint cabin. The wind nipped at your skin but the sun shooed it away with its warm rays. Your chest rose slowly as you took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air. You redirected your attention to the flourishing plants and a smile snuck onto your face.

You carefully tended to your crops, clipping off ripe fruits and veggies as you leaned over your developed plot. Gentle, melodic hums escaped your mouth as you tossed the produce into your woven basket, the birds singing with you. It was such a beautiful morning, but to König, you were the most beautiful.

In the camouflage of the woods he watched you through the foliage, panting. The sound of your soft music gave him goosebumps, his furred tail whacking against poor trees that concealed him. König was a victim of secret experiments when he was in the military. The underground organization subjected him to a series of operations, changing his DNA in a remarkable scientific feat. But what was supposed to be dog-like enhancements for battle, resulted in an uncontrollable lycan. König tore through the illegal facility shortly after he was deemed “ready” to be a weapon. Since that day he roamed the mountain side, hunting like an average wolf. Nothing resembling benignity was inside him, he was simply a wild beast. Until he found you. Humanity struck him the first time he spotted you foraging in the woods. In that moment his heart began to beat again, for you. Since then, he’s been keeping a watchful eye on you. Your life is peaceful and he likes to believe he is the cause of it.

Your focus on your activity was light until you heard a loud hiss. Startled, you look down to see an aggravated snake. You jump to your feet and wearily create space between you and the reptile. There was no way you were going to pick the thing up, but you also couldn't leave it here to eat your plants or mess up the roots. You kept your eyes on the snake until a shadow was casted upon you. From your left, a large hand comes down to grab the rowdy snake. It’s thrown deep into the woods and the threat is diminished. A small ping of relief fills in you until you realize. What the fuck just grabbed the snake?

Your neck cranes up to see a drooling König, his chest heaving. Your heart drops and you’re stuck in place. König stands at a firm 6'10”, dwarfing anyone's height. Wolf-like ears stick out from his short hair that was tangled with twigs and dirt. He wore a battered t-shirt, stained with what you believed to be blood and soil. He looked terrifying even as his tail swung behind him through his ripped up pants. He was delighted to finally be face to face with you. The way your face was illuminated as a gorgeous golden brown by the sun made his heart flutter like never before, even if you were also cowering in fear.

Your legs twitch as if begging you to run. So just then, you did. You turn and bolt into the forest, running faster than you knew you could. The beast was hot on your heels, easily catching up to your sprint. You kept up for as long as you could before your face harshly met the rough soil. König lingered above you, keeping your body pinned to the ground. Helpless whines escape your mouth as you assume this is your death day. You can hear his deep, shaky breaths as his body covers yours. At your side you catch a view of his huge hands and murderous claws. Your breath hitches and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the fatal blow. But it never came. Instead, König lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Filled with a burst of bravery, you beat on his back and screamed at him to let you go. Opening your eyes, you gulp as you see how high up you were from the woods’ floor. He carried you back to your cottage quickly, not responding to any of your protests. He followed your scent as he pushed your front door open, accidentally breaking a hinge. He gently places you on your bed, the action a stark contrast to his appearance. He stands at the foot of your bed and you notice how he barely fits into your house. He has to bend his neck to keep his head from hitting your ceiling.

When he catches the shimmer of your sweet tears, something wakes within him. Feelings along the lines of sympathy and lust. His eyes reflect what he is feeling too easily, he is truly an open book. You remain on your bed, trembling from being subject to his gaze that is desperately trying to undress you. The silence breaks when his hand twitches, reaching towards you. You whimper, still assuming the worst. As much as he enjoys the tempting sounds, he knows he doesn’t want you to feel this way. His large fur-covered frame lets out a low growl and with the same speed he used to catch you moments before, he leaves your house. The sun was still kind and warm as you were left breathless and stunned from the freakish encounter.

Hello! This is my first story, i hope you enjoy. I am open to constructive criticism. :)

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