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powerfultenderness · 7 months

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Okay like neighbor!König brainrot has me in a chokehold. And this just happened to me!

What if König's pipes burst in his apartment and he needs to shower for one reason or another. He knocks on his neighbors door, and now it's the neighbor's turn to be all in their own head making up fantasies and can't even look him in the eyes after.

I am so sorry this is so late. Sending Neighbor Reader the strength she needs after this.

Summary: König stops by to shower at your place and dreams ensue. Rated: Explicit (18+) Warnings: shower sex + a touch of angst Word Count: 3290

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hm? König?” You raised your voice enough to hear through the door, though it was still muffled by the mouthful of food you had.

“Yes.”

You were already almost at the door by the time he answered. He was pretty much the only person to stop by your flat, as you learned that the two of you were the only residents on this floor.

“Wha-”

You stopped mid question, snapping your mouth shut as you were met with…a sight. Quite the sight. König’s bare chest. All wet and glistening. He had a towel hastily thrown over his head and across his face and another that he held slung low over his waist. Other than that, and the sandals on his feet, he was nude. Your eyes lingered on his muscled chest, jumping from scar to scar, following the trail of hair that led down and dipped under the towel.

He called your name (again?) and you shot your eyes back up to his face, or rather what you could see of it. He said something. Something. Something about your shower?

“Mmm…” You swallowed the food that was still in your mouth. “I, uh. Have a shower.”

He titled his head, eyes scrunched up a little, and repeated a shortened version of what he just said. “yes. That’s why I’m here. May I borrow your shower for tonight?”

“Oh! Yea!” You stepped aside to let him in and motioned behind you, “it’s through my room.” You don’t know why you said that. He’d been over to your place enough times to know where the bathroom was.

“Thank you. I’ll be quick.”

“No, uhm, no problem.” You turned, your eyes tracking him as he moved through your flat, from the broad shoulders tapering down to a waist that begged to be held, to the small of his back.

Once he disappeared into your room you sighed. “What the fuck?”

Not that you minded the insane amount of eye candy you just devoured, but, what the fuck? You closed the door (probably should have done that as soon as he was inside) and made your way back to the kitchen. It was there that you caught sight of the notice you threw up on the fridge as a reminder. Management said that they would be working on plumbing one floor up, and that there might be some minor interruptions with the plumbing on your floor. Your flat hadn't been affected, but König's must have! Maybe because he had that big flat… Lucky you (that your flat was unaffected, not that König came over naked and wet!).

König said he'd be quick, but you had been so lost in thought that you couldn't say if he was or wasn't. He just appeared out of your room, a little drier than when he showed up, towel thrown over his face and the other around his waist. "Thank you. I'll shower at the base tomorrow if they don't fix the pipes by then."

"Oh it's no problem. What's a shower between friends?" You chuckled nervously and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him.

Your eyes slipped, just a little, drifting down to his bare shoulder. Back to his eyes. His eyes are a light blue and what skin that isn’t hidden by the towel around his head is stained with a light blush. Probably from the shower.

“You can use my shower, uhm, until they fix the water.” You cleared your throat and looked back up, your eyes had drifted down his nude body again. “G’night.”

He nodded and thanked you one more time before bidding you a good night and leaving.

What a long day! You sighed under the perfectly warmed water, your muscles relaxing as you washed away the day. You had just finished with your hair and reached for the bottle of body wash when the shower curtain suddenly opened.

You screeched, jumping back and thankful that your back hit the shower wall and caught you before you fell. “König!” You gasped, catching just a glimpse of his face, obscured by the water running down your face, before snapping your eyes closed and crossing your arms over your chest. “What the fuck?!”

“Ah, sorry, darling. You said I could shower here again.” He stepped into the shower with you, you heard him slide the shower curtain closed, and could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he crowded you in the small space.

“But! That wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” You attempted to stutter out a response, your eyes still screwed shut.

You bit back a squeak when you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“Turn around. You have soap in your eyes.” He gently turned you around so that you were facing the water.

Technically, it was shampoo, but how could you correct him when you couldn’t even breathe? You stood stock still, the water washing away the last remnants of your hair product and keeping the front of you warm, while König hovering behind you kept your back warm.

He touched you again, his large hands landing on your shoulders and his thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your neck. “Relax, darling.”

You whimpered as he massaged your neck and shoulders, biting your lip to both as you attempted to concentrate on relaxing and to keep the inappropriate sounds from escaping you. Eventually he hit a spot that had you sighing and leaning back against him, your head leaning back and away from the spray of the water, which was now cascading down your chest.

König practically purred behind you. “You like that, my love?”

Your eyes were closed, finally having given in to his wonderful hands, and sighed. “It’s nice.”

He hummed, one of his hands sliding down your arm until it was no longer touching you. You barely noticed though, too warm and fuzzy, to think much of it. You didn’t even notice him bringing his hands together in front of you, squeezing a generous amount of your body wash into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, lathering the soap up first, then gently placed his hands on your stomach. You gasped, shocked out of your reverie, and looked down as he gently washed you.

“Relax, love.” He cooed again, hands slipping from your stomach to your hips, slowly rubbing up and down your thighs then back up to your waist.

You watched the soap wash away from his hands, gently dragging across your body. His hands were so big and hot. Or was that you? Your blood rushing because he was touching you? His hands stopped, spread against your stomach, and his thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin, as if he were testing how much of your body you were willing to let him touch.

“König,” you whispered as you placed your hands on top of either of his, guiding his hands to your breasts.

With soap slipping between his fingers, he gently squeezed and fondled your breasts, a low pleasurable hum in his chest the whole time.

Your hands slid from his to rest on his wrists, water trailing down from your hands onto his forearms. So strong. You were practically putty in his hands, legs shaking too much to hold your own weight, but that didn’t matter because he was holding you, one of his hands dropping from your breasts to your waist and holding you up.

“Come,” he gently guided you out from the stream of water, “let me get your back.” He turned you so that you were facing the shower wall and started to rub the suds that hadn’t washed away up your thighs, to your hips. You giggled when his hands tickled the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him and accidentally press the front of your body to the shower wall.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, one moving to land on your left shoulder while his other hand continued up your back.

You dropped your forehead onto the wall, steadying yourself with one hand planted next to your face, and sighed. It felt like his hands were all over your body. You shivered from his touch, which he mistook as a shiver from the cold air and crowded you even more. He pressed his body to yours, his skin slick and warm, his cock hard and hot pressed against your backside.

You gasped as he slipped a hand between your thighs, softly groping at your inner thigh then moving his hand to do the same to your other leg. You could feel the heat of his hand near your vulva, so close to where you actually wanted him to touch, but, given the little chuckle you heard over the water, he was purposely teasing you.

“König,” you whined as you dropped one hand to your clit, if he wasn’t going to touch you, then you’d have to do it yourself.

He caught your hand though and placed it on his thigh, your hand flexing and gripping at his thick muscles. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled again.

You cried and buried your face in your arm, face burning despite the fact that König’s body had been shielding you from the water for some time now.

Though he teased you, he didn’t leave you wanting. His middle finger, so large and warm, gently started to circle your clit. You bit back a sigh as your mind started to cloud from pleasure, his other hand now groping at your breasts, pinching your nipples just to elicit little whimpers from you.

His fingers dragged down to tease at your entrance, gathering slick before sliding back to your clit with an added finger. He repeated the motion a few times, drawing more whines out of you and rocking his hand in the direction your hips were rolling. You moaned, your lewd voice echoing through the shower, as he slipped one finger into you, the palm of his hand flat against your clit, rubbing back and forth.

So thick. You pant as you continued to rock your hips into his hand. He adds another finger, stretching you even more and drawing another filthy moan from you. Your world was reduced to that shower. To the warmth flooding through your body, every lingering touch sending waves of pleasure, his hot breath and moans hitting the side of your face.

Even if you had wanted to stifle your obscene moans, you couldn’t. Your mouth hung open as he continued to work your pussy and rut against your ass. Impatient, you rocked your hips back and rubbed your ass against his cock, causing both of you to moan. The sheer size of it had your pussy clenching around his fingers. So close.

You squeezed your thighs around his hand as he leaned down to growl into your ear. “You want it, my love?”

You nodded with a pathetic little, "Uh-Huh."

He moaned and pulled you closer to him, you didn’t think that was possible, your feet dangling off the wet tile. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy clenching and throbbing at the loss, as he maneuvered you so that your back was pressed to the wall.

You leaned forward to rest your head against his chest, but he, surprisingly gently and patient, nudged your chin up. “I want to look at you when my cock fills you up.”

He lined the head of his cock up to your entrance, already stretching you again, and gave a simple command. “Open your eyes.”

“König,” you whined as you opened your eyes.

You blinked…darkness. Your room. And you were alone.

“Ugh,” you sighed as you realized you had your blanket tucked between your legs, and that there was dampness in your panties.

You sighed again, annoyed that your mind had woken you before the best part of the dream. There were only two things to do now, either go back to sleep (and hope that your dreams picked up where they stopped), or achieve your denied orgasm through masturbation.

You ended up choosing a bit of both, your favorite toy taking the spot of your bunched up blankets while you drifted off to dreams of König.

Your less than appropriate thoughts of your neighbor kept you up last night, resulting in you snoozing your alarm three times! You quickly rushed through your morning routine, and made sure not to forget the coffee, and headed out the door. You’d be able to make it just on time if-

“Good morning!”

You jumped with a startled squeak, spilling coffee on you in the process. “Shit!” You yelled, more to yourself, as you peeled your shirt from your skin to save yourself from the hot liquid.

When you turned around to see König at the top of the stairs, you were only a few steps down, his eyes were wide as quickly crossed the threshold to reach you. “Ah! I’m sorry, darling! I didn’t mean to startle you! Are you alright?”

Just hearing his voice after last night had your heart racing and face heating up. But to have him see you like this?

“I’m fine!” You half shouted, embarrassed to be caught with coffee spilling down your front, and raced back up to your flat. “Watch out for the coffee!” You warned him as you unlocked your door and slammed it shut behind you.

You quickly changed and rushed back out, reminding yourself of the spilled coffee on the stairs so you didn’t slip. When you reached the stairs, gripping onto the handrail rather tightly, you took half a second of a confused pause. Dry?

“Darling, I’m sor-”

You jumped again, “stop doing that!”

You didn't think much of it until later, of the way his eyes were so big or of the way he froze, like a predator turned prey. "I'm going to be late!" You gestured wildly behind you, meant to be a wave, as you raced to your car.

König watched, breath caught in an all too tight chest and heart pounding nervously, as you ran away from him. It sent him all the way back to his youth, when he dared to approach the girl he had been crushing on and she ran away in fear.

You were long gone by the time he came back to his senses. He scared you, which made you angry with him. Would you pull away from him now? He couldn’t have that.

His first drill instructor was ruthless, intimidating, terrifying even. König was just a teenager still, before he filled out, all lanky limbs. Back then he dreaded training. That was the last time he felt true fear. He'd faced death a number of times now. He wasn't scared of dying. He wasn't scared of getting hurt. Hell, he wasn't scared of the people that could hurt him.

But this? This dread. It was the closest thing he felt to fear since he was that awkward kid who joined the military all those years ago.

König sighed and checked his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time. Instead of the usual, safe, sniper hood, he wore a plain black neck gaiter pulled up to the bridge of his nose. With no hat or sunglasses to cover the rest of his face, he felt so exposed. His clothes didn’t help either. No tactical vest protecting him, no cargo pants with their pockets filled with weapons or tools. Not even comfortable athletic wear. No, he was wearing most of his wardrobe that consisted of his “nice” civilian clothing. A blue button down, of which he rolled up the sleeves because it felt like too much fabric around his forearms otherwise, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks.

There was a tiny gap between the edge of the neck gaiter and the second button, undone, that he kept fussing with. He buttoned and unbuttoned over and over, unbuttoned felt more comfortable, but he worried that it looked unkempt. He groaned and decided buttoned (no, unbuttoned!), and forced himself out of the bathroom. At this point he was just stalling and needed to get over it.

Fucking sad puppy dog eyes were haunting you all day. It was probably the way his hood exaggerated his pretty eyes that made it worse than it really was. There was no way König, who joined the military at seventeen, who was a colonel, now private military, was at all scared of you yelling about being late.

Still…you sighed and typed out another text. “Hey, König, sorry about this morning. I was in a rush. How about I make dinner for you to make up for it?”

You felt weird about apologizing by text, so you deleted that text too.

New text. “Want to have dinner at my place?”

No. Maybe just, “dinner?”

As your finger was hovering over the send button a knock at the door, less forceful than König’s usual knocks, drew your attention from the phone. “Huh?”

You deleted the text, again, deciding to finish it when you weren’t distracted.

A beautiful pop of pink and white caught your attention first. Flowers. A bouquet of soft pink roses interspersed among white daisies. You blinked, eyes quickly moving up and your breath catching in your throat. It was König, of course it was, who else dropped by for random night visits? But it was König like you’d never seen him before (and you’d seen him practically naked!).

Heat flooded your face as you looked up at him, the bottom half of his face was still covered, but this different glimpse of him, of more of him, had you more than curious to see the rest of him.

“I’m sorry.” He held the flowers out a little more and bowed his head.

“Uhm, what?” You squeaked, though reached for the flowers in any case. “Wh-why are you sorry?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you took the flowers and noticed the way his sleeves were rolled up. You’re really not sure why the sight of his muscular forearms sent a thrill through you, it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his bare arms before! Oh! But, images of your dreams last night flashed through your mind and you had to force yourself to look up, face burning even more.

His eyes darted around you before settling on the flowers, “because you are mad at me.” He sounded so dejected that it just made you want to hug him.

“Oh!” You gasped, “König! No, I’m not. You mean, this morning, right?”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he finally looked at you and nodded.

“Oh, no, König. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just going to be late for work. You didn’t do anything wrong!”

You almost said it had nothing to do with him, but well, that wouldn’t be entirely true. Not that your horny dreams were his problem.

“Oh.” König blinked, eyes darting around again and awkwardly shifted on his feet.

“But!” You looked down at the flowers and gently inhaled their sweet scent. “The flowers are really pretty. Can I keep them?”

“Oh, yes! Of course, they are for you!”

“Thank you, König.” You smiled and stepped back, only now realizing that you were essentially keeping him in the hall. “By the way,” your eyes slowly dragged down his form for a moment before you looked back up, “you look very handsome.”

You caught a peek of the blush that colored his face, his whole face apparently, as his eyes once again started to dart around nervously. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Yes.”

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 3 years

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I am loving the merman au!! If you’re still accepting requests would you be able to write some about the reader swimming with him? (Perhaps there’s even a point where the reader falls into the water and he saves them)

I'M IN A SEA MONSTER AU MOOD LADS IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER PART!!!

Read Parts One and Two!!

~ * ~ Sea Monster AU HCs (Part Three)

Fluff

Warning for beaches, allusions to drowning and freezing, jellyfish, seaweed, and swimming

PART THREE

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-A few months have passed since you first met Childe -The hunt for the “sea monster” has died down ever since he spent some time with you on land, thank goodness -The beach is back to hosting an ordinary amount of people, which is not very many due to the cold season rapidly approaching and bringing temperature drops and frigid days -It’s one of these days that you make your way down to the shore, avoiding tide pools and wrapping your coat around you -The breeze is quite adamant about nipping at your skin but you’re stubborn and climb the rock you usually meet Childe at anyways -You sit down and tuck your legs close to keep them warm, careful not to slip on the algae growing nearby as you watch a dark shape approach you -The water ripples and Childe surfaces, chasing thoughts about the cold away from your mind as you smile at his happy trills -He hoists himself onto the rock and plops his head into your lap, and you resist the urge to jump at the feeling of water splashing on your skin -Luckily it quickly warms and you get to work scritching around Childe’s horns and fins as he purrs in delight. -You ruffle his fluff and laugh gently when he presses his face into your hands, his tail flicking back and forth under the waves -After a few minutes you get up to stretch your legs, arching your back and pulling your arms high above your head -Suddenly your foot catches on some slick algae and you stumble, thrown off-balance, before slipping and falling into the ocean -You’re immediately hit with a cold shock, the water freezing and numbing your limbs -You can swim fine, but in the SUMMER in proper SWIMWEAR, not in autumn fully dressed!! -It’s scary when you feel your lung burn and blood too cold to flow properly -Vaguely you register a pair of clawed hands grab your shoulder and pull you close to someone’s chest, and a sudden burst of air around you -Head now above water, you inhale desperately to get oxygen into your lungs, goosebumps standing on your slicked skin -Someone, who you now realize is Childe, hastily swims you to shore and sets you onto the sound, crying out worriedly -A breeze passes by and you shiver uncontrollably, the chill of the water seeping into your bones -Childe whimpers and crawls onto shore, curling around you and lifting your head onto his fluff- it’s damp but radiates warmth, and you turn to bury your icy fingers into it -He hums and rumbles, breath warm and comforting, and you slowly feel your hands and face thawing -Wrapping his arms and tail around you, he gently licks your face, fins twitching in concern as he massages your arms and legs to get the blood flowing again -You laugh, slightly dazed, as you reach up to hold his face between your hands and bring his forehead down to touch yours -He trills sadly- you could’ve died!! You could’ve frozen before he had a chance to actually swim with you, when the sun is shining and the water is warm! He was looking forward to showing you cool things underwater, but now he’s not sure if you’ll want to… -You kiss his cheek gently- of course you still want to swim with him! Just not now, in near-winter. You’ll have to wait ‘till spring at the earliest unfortunately -You hear a huff as he puts his head on your shoulder, and you promise that you’ll swim with him in the summer as you bid him goodbye and hurry home to take a hot shower -When the clouds part and summer arrives, you keep to your promise and head down to a more remote side of the beach where you told him to meet you- there’s a lot of tourists down at the city shore! -You spot him in the water, tail swishing back and forth and throwing water droplets into the air in his excitement -He leads you into the water, letting you take your time to submerge your head and get used to the temperature -You dive under, feeling a nudge encouraging you to open your eyes, and Childe floats in front of you, fluff and hair even silkier in the water and scales shining from the sunbeams cast on the seafloor -He offers a hand, tucking you close to his side before swimming deeper into the

sea. It’s a leisurely swim as he points out shells and coral that you never even dreamed of seeing -You come across a jellyfish, and while it’s beautiful, he flings an arm in front of you and growls at the bloopy, bubbly creature -You notice he keeps away from certain areas, dark little corners filled with seaweed long enough to drag you down and drown you -Of course he comes to the surface to let you breathe, wrapping his tail around your legs so you don’t even have to tread water -When the sun begins to go down you notice patches of his scales starting to glow, and the darker it gets the brighter they become -He notices your staring and chips in delight, sounding like a tuneful melody as he lets you run your fingers over his bioluminescence -The moon rises and he brings you back to shore, glowing in the dark as you squeeze the seawater out of your clothes -He tugs on your sleeve, opening his claws to reveal an iridescent shell that he shyly sets in your hands with a questioning purr -You close your fingers around it and he visibly glows brighter, happy that you accepted his gift -Before he leaves he surges forward and gathers you up in his arms, nudging your head with his own. Will you come back tomorrow? There’s so much more to see! -You laugh and nod, patting his head, and tomorrow can’t come fast enough

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