#könig fanfic
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Just Friends (König x F!Reader)
How to Make Friends 1/4 (Word count 5.4 k)
Summary: König is a horny, creepy killing machine obsessed with a shy, kind reader who has a raging knife kink.
Tags/warnings: 🔞 Eventual smut, eventual violence, angst, dark romance, canon divergence. Crack treated seriously. Yandere undertones, implied stalking, panty stealing, major character death, size kink, voyeurism, possessive sex, twisted, fluffy feelings. Loner boy/gentle girl dynamic. Protective!Obsessive!Top!König. Reader works as a cleaner at the base. She is described to have hair and prefers to wear dresses off work. Not safe or sane but mostly consensual.
A/N: AU where König (sadly) isn't a colonel and doesn't have a t-shirt as a hood but an... actual hood. Please heed the tags lovelies 🩷
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No one sees a cleaning lady.
Cleaners are invisible. People remember them only when their desks start to gather dust, when their floors are full of mud. No one sees her except the tallest guy in the building: the guy who everybody seems to ignore, just like they ignore her.
It doesn't take long to see why. He's different, and not just because of the mask he's wearing.
She sees him playing with knives. He throws them in the air leisurely, catches them by the handle, and never misses the catch. He flicks them from side to side, spins and whirls the blades in motions she can't even see because they're so swift.
It's pure magic. And they're not dull training knives; they're sharp as a razor, vicious, tactical – but that doesn't make them ugly. They're quite stunning, and she's caught staring more than once.
His movements are not what she'd exactly call precise and fluid. They're urgent, antsy, made to relieve stress of some sort. He's stimming with the knives. Alleviating pain or frustration. The rest of his body is still; only the ice-blue eyes flicker on the blade as he focuses all his attention on the dance. Sometimes he just stares at them, turns them around as if checking the edge, as if it wasn't evident that they're deadly and sharp. That's how she knows he takes good care of the things he loves.
He's fascinated by them, just like she is. And it's not just the knives; she's fascinated by him.
Others cast side eyes, nervous looks at him. Even some of his fellow operators look at the man like he's a lunatic. And perhaps he is, but she can't help it.
She's mesmerized.
It all changes when she accidentally walks into a meeting room while there is a briefing going on. Apparently, no one considers her a threat or a potential spy because she is summoned in before she rushes to close the door, and so she goes on about her day while the soldiers are already wrapping things up.
The hooded giant is there too, leaning back in a chair too small for him, this time playing with a butterfly knife. It's the smallest, daintiest thing she has yet seen in those hands. He always has gloves on, but that doesn't make the flashy flipping look any less dangerous.
She starts by dusting the side tables so she is not in the way. This time, she vehemently does not want to be seen. Save perhaps by the knife maniac.
The man even helps her with cleaning: he picks up some of the objects he can reach so she can wipe the surface more easily. It makes her cheeks grow hot, but she cannot bring herself to thank him. She doesn't dare to make a single sound while there is a meeting going on and their captain is still speaking, but she gives her thanks through her eyes and her smile, and the man looks at her like she's some kind of saintly sight.
The look in those blue eyes is starstruck. Almost… obsessive.
It should send ice to her stomach. But it doesn't.
He continues showing off with the knife as she moves to the other side of the room. He does it to mess with her head or entertain her, delight her, perhaps - the man already knows she’s intrigued by his vast collection of blades.
It's a bit creepy. The man as a whole is a bit creepy, but she only feels a rush, a high that turns her monotonous work day into a thrill.
"König. Would you mind?"
The sound of the flicking blade stops, and she is possibly the only one in this room who misses the noise.
"Entschuldigung."
He speaks, and the voice sends ripples across her scalp. It's twisted and amused, as if the man gets off on annoying the shit out of his workmates.
"English, please..."
"My apologies."
The blade is tucked somewhere in his pocket and the man named König leans forward on the table. Slightly hunched over like that, he looks even more intimidating than before. The playfulness is gone, and he looks fiercely professional. More shivers are sent down her spine.
König…
König is the reason she still keeps working in this odd little compound, the base of some special operations unit that requires an insane amount of security checks and secret contracts and confidentiality agreements just so she can clean the floors from their soddy footprints.
König is the reason she starts to put on some mascara in the morning, tie her hair in a high ponytail, or braid it in two little braids so she would appear cuter if she happens to pass him by in the hallway. He's the reason she opens not one but two buttons of her blouse before she starts the day. He's also the reason her underwear is soaked in the middle of a boring shift.
He appears in her break room to borrow coffee. And not once, but twice during the same week.
"You're running low again?"
"Eh… Ja."
He's shit at lying, though. She is relatively sure by now that he's here only because he wants to see her.
"I'll bring it back. I mean–I'll buy you some."
He seems a bit shy, like her, and combined with the fact that he still chooses to seek her out already gives her sleepless nights. It makes her far more confident than she has ever been with people.
His accent, his voice, are pure fire. She feels sinful for thinking about how he would behave in the bedroom, how he would talk – after all, it already sounds like he's breathless and strained, already sounds like he's working her open with whatever monster is hidden in those pants a bit too small for him. He walks with a wide lounge, and she just knows it's because he is so big down there.
"You do that," she gives him a particularly flirty smile and revels in how it makes him even more distraught. It's quite fascinating how the same man can exude barely repressed bloodlust one moment and stupefied silence the next.
He returns the very next day to bring her a package of coffee. The same brand he borrowed twice already is set on the table in front of her with tense shoulders. She has seen the man relaxed only when he’s achieved that alluring flow state with his knives.
"Hier."
"Why thank you."
He simply stands there, switches weight from one foot to the other, and shrugs.
"I'll be going then."
But he doesn’t leave. Not right away. He watches her with that icy, burning stare, and she cocks her head.
“Bye,” she chimes with a soft smile – the guy is simply too cute. His restless twitching stops; he freezes where he stands, blinks – and then turns and walks out the door like a robot.
. . . . .
She's not supposed to be here. Or, she is, but he's not.
No one’s supposed to be here when there's the sign on the door. The men's showers are supposed to be cleared once a week for good scrubbing, and she only has 30 minutes to do that. It's once a week, less than an hour, there's a sign, and still, some jerk has to walk right through it.
No one sees a cleaning lady.
No one appears to even care about the fucking sign.
But then she sees who exactly has disrespected her humble position. It's a shock to see that familiar black hood with two eye holes on it thrown on the bench. Next to that, the khaki-colored cargo pants, a black shirt, and those gloves, all in a heap – this guy is not the most orderly, perhaps.
And she takes a fucking peek inside the showers because the door is, for some unfathomable reason, transparent, see-through glass.
The first thing she sees is muscle. Just wet, powerful cords of muscle slapped on the tallest man she has ever seen or would probably ever see.
He's a vision: godly, almost. Then she notices what he's doing.
Of course he has to be fucking fapping on top of everything.
Her throat is dry and her hands are numb as she watches how he leans on the tiles with one hand and works himself with the other. The body hair on the guy is so pale that he basically looks neatly shaved, save for the short hair on the top of his head – the man's nothing but sleek, dripping muscle through and through.
He sounds weak when he's masturbating; the noise that echoes in the showers consists mainly of frail, high-pitched grunts.
She's wet in no time, and it doesn't help that he looks frantic, almost violent, while jerking off. It's a sloppy frenzy, and the sounds of wet, angry slapping make her heart beat so fast that the rush of blood in her ears nearly drowns the noise.
The man has big hands, but his cock still looks massive inside one. She knows she will copy-paste the image of that long cock, slick with water and soap, in her mind over and over again while releasing some tension herself. Of course it's big because he's big, but the length of it is simply outrageous – she cannot comprehend how he can fit himself in his pants, even when soft.
His whole upper body tenses abruptly, like a huge cord of cable; he throws his head back, his hips jerk forward and he goes catatonic – the cum shot that follows would shoot a meter away if it wasn't stopped by the wall. The spurts of his load are equally as fierce as the fap, and she feels faint.
And why the fuck is she even standing here in the first place?
And then he…
He drops his head, turns a little to the side, like he’s known she has been here the whole time.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck-
She can only see his eyes from behind the arm still leaning on the wall. That heated glare is not furious, but nor is it benevolent: it's simply pure, manic lust.
She turns and rushes from the locker room like she has just seen a monster.
. . . . .
"Hey."
If he's here for coffee or for her, she doesn't know. Or, perhaps she does, but she's also so unbelievably ashamed and embarrassed that perhaps it's no surprise that he seeks her out in the break room since she has avoided him everywhere else for two days.
"Hi."
Her weak voice is followed by silence, and she doesn't turn, even when she knows he's still behind her. Something in the air, some part of atavistic instinct tells her he's standing right behind her.
"You here for more coffee?"
He still doesn't say anything, and she begins to freak out.
"König… I'm–God, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have–"
"Did you like what you saw?"
Her heart shoots up her throat, and her stomach churns, almost starts to eat itself from the pure terror. But it's nothing compared to what he says next.
"I was thinking of you," the calm voice reaches her ears like a tall wave, making her even more woozy than she was in the men's showers.
"I'm– sorry, what?"
"Your mouth… Breasts. If you're tight."
She finally turns, doesn't even try to conceal her horror tinged with incomprehensible, strange lust.
"Jesus…"
The ice between them is broken, but at what cost – and the anxiety she had mistaken for cuteness reveals something psychotic underneath. He still looks at her with the same stare, even when she tries to make it clear that this approach makes her want to vomit. He doesn't move, only towers over her like a hulking shade, and she darts from the break room, completely soaked and on the verge of tears.
. . . . .
There's a knock on her door the next morning, so early that she wonders who the hell could be up at this hour other than staff. It's like… five-thirty. She's so sleepy that she doesn't quite think it through as she throws only a t-shirt on before strolling to the door.
What the f-
König shoves the flowers almost in her face as she opens the door, and she has to yank her head back. All the sleep is gone in an instant, and she curses in her mind that she's standing here in only a tight t-shirt and a black pair of panties.
"I'm sorry. Please, accept my apology," he says like a poorly rehearsed actor while watching her thighs and what's between them. Her nipples shoot up, and not from cold.
"Uh… sure," she tries to sound neutral while accepting the flowers, if not his apology. He takes a step back after making sure she has truly taken the gift, and she instinctively lowers the bouquet down to shield herself from his searing gaze. She knows she's a hypocrite, having masturbated at the memory of him last night. Twice.
He has his hood on, and wears the eternal black shirt, padded gloves and some cargo pants, but there’s also an overload of gear on him. Pouches and pads and wires and ammo - she even catches a grenade or two. There’s a gun strapped to his thigh, and the shoulder pads make his already broad shoulders look even more wide. He looks so… tactical, so in his element that her instincts tell her it wouldn’t do shit to slam the door in his face and retreat back to the safety of her room. This soldier would just barge through the plywood.
And where did this guy get flowers at this hour of the day? No florist can possibly be open. Then she notices they're not exactly the kind of flowers she has seen at a shop.
Has he picked them from outside…?
"I thought you liked me."
His explanation makes her heart melt a little. He's so straightforward, so utterly without any charades or roles, that it makes her feel like she's the one who has disrespected him with her games. After all, she has done nothing but flirted 24/7 with the poor man for the last week. Of course he only thought she was interested.
"I do. I do like you."
His eyes light up with uncontained hunger. "Can I come in?"
Nope. Big mistake.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Ok. I'll be going then."
He turns on his heels and is ready to go like nothing ever happened.
“Wha-… König, please, wait.”
He halts on command, turns back, looks at her solemnly. The only thing that gives his confusion away are his eyes, which flicker from her puzzled stare to her mouth, occasionally to the bouquet covering her nether areas.
"Could we just be friends?" She offers him rather desperately.
He merely shrugs.
"Never had any friends."
For some reason, this guy has already started to live rent-free inside her head. She simply can't get him out. And she's intrigued, even when the sanest option would be to stay away from a creepy lunatic like him.
"I can be your friend."
Fuck, what did I just say, what the fuck did I just–
"Sure. Why not," he says immediately. "You just want to be friends?"
She resists the urge to facepalm right then and there in front of him. The guy is not only socially awkward: he's in a state of denial.
Some of his friends – or at least, teammates – pass them by. Kyle, if she remembers correctly, and a Scottish man they call Soap. They both smile at her kindly. It's the first time these men have ever paid her any attention; actually, this is probably the only occasion anyone pays attention to König either. They are both suddenly visible.
"Hey König, don't go harassing our cleaning lady. We got a plane to catch."
König stares somewhere behind her as Soap speaks. His eyes are covered with glass, and she knows that look all too well. The tallest man in the building is dissociating while the two soldiers march by behind him with raised eyebrows and pursed lips: a mocking gesture only she can see.
She watches the scene with an odd pity. It appears they step into existence only when they're together – an unfamiliar setting and an odd couple, the object of ridicule for people who probably claim themselves to be normal.
"I think it would be best, yes," she whispers when the hall is quiet again. She has to start her day soon, and he has a plane to catch - no one else is awake except one hard-working woman and a few operators about to leave on an early mission. She feels the strangest sorrow as she realizes that he wanted to drop by with some flowers and his apology before leaving some place he might never return.
The man gives her a last once-over before taking his leave. He nods slowly, never breaking their gaze: an odd, gentlemanly move.
"Just friends, then."
. . . . .
It is the hottest day yet, and the guy walks around with his black hood even then.
Her new friend.
She's outside, trying to catch some fresh air and sunlight after spending another 8 hours inside a buzzing facility, and somehow, some way, the tall enigma of a man always finds her.
He angles his walk towards her as if he only happened to pass by at the same time she was lounging against the wall and looking at clouds drifting in the sky. In truth, she has an odd, yawning suspicion that she is being stalked nowadays. One of her underwear has gone missing, and she's wretched because her first thought upon finding it gone was the solid assumption that he had stolen them. Which further meant that the man had broken into her room.
But there's also flowers. Every morning when she opens her door, there's a single flower awaiting her. Sometimes, two or three, and not from a store, but from outside, from nature.
He's courting her, and she feels stupidly like a little princess because of those homely yet thoughtful gifts. She doesn't throw them away: they gather on her table, on her window sill, in a little water glass on her bedside table.
She's far too kind, that's what people always say, but she's also neck-deep into this goddamn creep at this point to do anything about it. The building is full of muscled men, men who are decent, and she chooses this… gift-bearing perv to crush on. In her judgment system, she's basically asking for it at this point.
"How are you?"
His accent lingers in the air between them, and she can't help it: it always brings a rush of heat on her cheeks and a rush of wetness down below when she hears him speak.
"I'm good. Just… good. How about you?"
"Sehr gut."
Perhaps the underwear has simply gone missing while washing laundry: it's not unusual when at least 20 people share one washing machine.
And they're only friends. Friends don't steal each other's underwear. Friends ask how they have been, how their day's gone.
"You look nice."
But the summer sun pales in comparison with the heat of that stare. Friends might compliment each other, but they don't look at each other like that.
She feels grungy enough while cleaning, not to mention in the bland, saggy clothes she has to wear every morning, so it can't be a surprise that she likes to put on an effort after the day is done. The citrus-yellow dress she has this afternoon catches his attention like she's a whole circus in town.
"You always look like an angel," he elaborates further, and she has to prevent herself from taking support from the wall upon hearing his compliment.
"Oh.. Thanks," she smiles, and he answers it: the faint creases around narrowing eyes are enough proof of that. "It's so hot… Do you ever take the hood off?"
"Sometimes."
"Do you take it off before bed?"
Oh god.
That sounded weird. She meant to ask if he took it off before sleeping.
Well, 'before bed', 'before sleeping'… What's the difference, really?
Still, he reads into it like a hawk for a seemingly socially graceless case.
"Depends if I'm alone or not," he says. Definitely thinks she's flirting with him again. Talk about sending mixed messages…
Friends, friends. We're just friends.
"Where are you from, by the way? Are you German?"
"No. Austrian."
"Oh. It must be beautiful there at this time of year."
"It is. I would still trade all of Austria for you," he says without any clumsiness, even though the pickup line is awful, one of the worst she has heard – and god, still, those big hands, that fire and ice stare makes her feel high as a kite. The image of him plowing her with the same pace he fucked his hand won't leave her alone.
"König… Just friends," she warns while feeling how another pair of panties is already ruined. She's so wet it's not even funny anymore; it makes her annoyed.
"Ok."
He says ok, but she knows he won't yield. She’s been far too kind for far too long and won't be losing this guy's interest anytime soon.
"How's work?" She tries to patiently show him how to be fricking friends, even if one party is constantly undressing the other with their eyes. As if she's not doing the same…
"You really want to know?"
"Sure."
"Had to scrub intestines from my shoes all night," he says casually. She can only blink and watch how completely distanced and indifferent he seems about something so sick.
"Everything's a mess when you use a knife," he explains further.
"Uh... I'm sure it is."
"Do you regret that you asked?"
"No. Well, perhaps a little."
He crosses his arms over his chest and looks proud; only seems pleased with himself for succeeding in scaring her even more.
"That's why I scrub guts and you scrub floors."
"I guess so," she agrees to his ever-authentic way of saying things how they are. He's a soldier: she can’t change that fact no matter how he or she puts it. Decent guys did the exact same things he did; they just didn't go around telling shy girls about the gory details of their work.
"Do you like knives?"
Nor did they ask things like this. They would ask if she wanted to go see a movie or have a lovely dinner that would end in a kiss and an exchange of phone numbers.
"Um. Yes, I think they're beautiful."
Her response causes a short, deafening silence, a few blinks. The wind catches his mask, but it never rises: she notices he's not only undressing her body, but also her soul with those eyes. Patient, like he knows all her secrets and loves them already.
"What would it take to be more than friends?"
His sudden change of subject is almost as shocking as the devil-may-care account of his work. She is feeling unusually wild; the warm weather and the yellow hues covering the distant horizons make her want to lie down on the grass and pull him on top of her. She thinks of him sliding up the fabric of her cutesy dress, thinks of him opening his pants to get that huge cock out and force it inside.
"Well… You could… Ask me out, for starters?"
"What if you come to my room and I'll show you something," he offers instantly.
As nice and naive as she may be, she's sure the only thing he wants to show her is his cock. Which she has already seen, technically speaking. Which she would like to see again, heaven forbid.
She is slightly breathless and wonders if the heat on her cheeks is visible, if her lips are a bit fuller than usual from her thoughts. Perhaps that's why she resorts to a counteroffer as if she's bargaining here. As if she can't say no.
"Uh.. How about you come and pick me up for dinner this eve–"
"Ok."
He nods with full-blown promise in his eyes and leaves right away, a little too content, and she realizes she has made the worst mistake of her entire life. She will never get a man of his size out of her room if she lets him in and things go awry.
In a hurried decision, she decides she will simply leave him blue-balled at the door. She simply won't go to dinner; she certainly won't let him in. She doesn't have to, even if and when she has to watch him mope for the rest of the year.
She will tell him they're not friends, they're nothing anymore, and that's just it.
She goes, determined and her mind set, to shower, only to notice that she's more soaked than the pool of soap water gathering at her feet. Her body simply betrays her at every turn. Perhaps she should masturbate, just in case, so she won't be weak-willed when he arrives at her door this evening. Yes, that's a brilliant idea, one of the rare good ones she’s had these past few days.
“Jesus–"
By the time she enters her room, wet and throbbing, he's already there.
"How did you get in?"
He shrugs his shoulders like he always does.
"You asked me to visit you."
He doesn't even answer her question about him breaking into her fucking room. He's standing right next to her dresser and a bra she had thrown on one of the open drawers, and she knows right then and there that he's the panty thief.
"Yeah, but… I thought you'd knock or something."
"Sorry."
If you shrug I swear I’m going to…
"Where do you wish to go?"
He's standing there like a contrapposto statue, narrow hips deliciously tilted and with an obvious erection in his pants. He doesn't seem to feel ashamed about it, and it makes her even more wet.
She has a murderous giant in her room, a killer who's visibly turned on by the sight of her underwear, perhaps the lingering scent of her perfume, too… and he's asking where she wishes to go eat tonight so he might have a chance to bang her afterward.
"Do you like Chinese?"
He shrugs as an answer, and she sighs.
"I need to change. Could you turn around?"
The eyes behind the hood regard her with curiosity, but the man does as he is bid. She takes out a floral dress and a more comfortable bra and walks further away to the bed to change. König faces the wall while she gets undressed with trembling hands. She’s sure the man will turn around, march to her, and simply have his way with her before she gets the dress on. Some sick part of her even yearns for it.
But he doesn't. Instead, his head tilts a little to the side, and his hand rises to gently brush the lace of her bra while she's in the most vulnerable position she's ever been with this man. It's an almost equal violation of her privacy as it would've been to turn, but her tongue is tied. And she only now notices he's not wearing gloves.
König is caressing her underwear with no fabric whatsoever between his skin and her chastity, and it makes her breath grow heavy like they're living in the 18th century.
"All set," she says, voice tight, and he lowers his hand and turns as if he has done nothing wrong.
The evening, however, goes far better than she had hoped. Or feared.
He buys them dinner, drinks one beer. They even have a perfectly healthy, civil conversation. She helps herself to a bit of wine to calm her nerves, and they discuss what their dreams used to be before they landed the jobs they currently have.
He reveals he wanted to be a sniper and that he prefers to work alone, but to her question on what went wrong with all that, he merely answers he was 'too clumsy.'
What the man is really trying to say is that he's simply too big. Detectable, loud, and tall.
He hints at being bullied at school and in the army, and she feels even more sorry for him, curses in her mind – if the guy's tactic is to get a girl by being a hot loner with a tragic tale of woe, it sure is working for him.
"Are you afraid of me?" He asks when there's still tension between them, tension that should have melted by now.
"A bit, yeah."
"Is it because of the hood?"
His voice is softer, and she realizes that he's really trying: trying to tone down whatever beast rages inside him, trying his all to be normal instead of some tormented madman.
"No, not exactly," she confesses and feels a sting in her heart when he looks defeated. She almost feels like a bully, too. She wants to take the guy in her arms and shush him to sleep so he would wake up less haunted. But that's not how this goes: she cannot fix him, and even if she could, she has no right to.
He takes her back to the base and stands at her door again. The halls have fallen silent, everyone's asleep at this hour, and her heart is still hammering in her chest.
"Are we still just friends?" He stares at her from the darkness of the hood, shoulders slightly hunched, trying to make himself appear smaller. Less intimidating.
"I…I guess so."
"You think I'm weird, don't you."
His next question is more of a statement. And all she wants to say is no, even if it's a lie. The guy is… not evil; it's just that he certainly isn't sane and sound, either.
"Um… I… Uh-"
"You're the one who watched me in the showers," he points out as if they're keeping score on who's more of a perv.
"Yeah. I guess I'm the weirdo here," she laughs nervously, then almost bites her tongue. He only cocks his head a little to the side and repeats his earlier question.
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Well… yes, ok? I did. Why else would I–"
"It's ok. I understand. I don't mind."
"Well, it was still rude of me to do that." She guides her gaze to the floor, then up at his polar stare that makes her want to swoon in the hopes that he will catch her. "Didn't you notice the sign on the door?"
"I did," he said, and the corners of his eyes slowly gather a few wrinkles. Smiling again.
She shakes her head slowly, scoldingly, and notices how that smile only deepens under the hood. Then his face – or what little can be seen of it – straightens.
"Am I harassing you?"
Wow. Well, at least the poor guy is trying to self-reflect. But something tells her there's more than some new-found awareness of his late behavior at work here.
There's bitterness... Exclusion.
Loneliness.
"No," she tries to comfort him. Another facepalm moment: she is basically telling a stalker she likes being stalked. That this sort of wacko shit was approved of. So this is what it has come to… Years of being invisible apparently did things like this to people.
"Or maybe a bit," she says as a spineless afterthought.
"Do you want me to stop?"
In all honesty, she is drunk on his attention. The obsessive behavior, the relentless wooing, romantic gestures accompanied by a stare that says he wants to plow her until she is a limp heap on a bed stained with tears and cum.
"König… Are you lonely?"
He shrugs, and she wants to grab him. Shake him.
"Are you?" He says with an unusually deep voice.
"...Yes."
Her voice is as fragile as can be, but the hall echoes her confession like it's a loud song. The eyes under the hood look at her softly, longingly: she hasn't even noticed how soft they can sometimes be.
"You don't have to be."
There's simply no use in denying it: she wants this guy to fuck her, no matter how creepy or weird he is.
She grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls him inside.
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Hiiii @bunnywritesjunk !! I know I probably have Soo much coffee this morning but my brain is itching. Can we have Alpha!König suddenly sniffing y/n pheromones while they are on a date? The story is so cute and adorable, keep up the amazing fics babeee!!
Hello! You're my first request ever! Thank you so much. I decided to make your request as a sort of spin-off drabble for my king. It's short but I hope you like it! MDNI 18+
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You and König made sure to carve out a date every week. The both of you would be fine staying home all day, but König said it's best to get some sunlight every once in a while. The two of you were at a very beautiful French restaurant. You brought a silky black dress for the occasion. You had to convince your Alpha to buy some fancy clothes for dinner as he usually doesn't go out like this. The two of you sat at the bar waiting for your table to be ready. König got up to use the bathroom leaving you with your drink taking in the scenery of the restaurant. A man, an Alpha tapped on your shoulder from behind.
“You look gorgeous in that dress miss.” He said.
“Oh, thank you.” You said not thinking much of it.
“Can I get you another drink?”
“No thanks.” You turned towards the bar.
“Come on let me treat you.” He placed his hand on your waist.
When König came back, he saw you removing an Alpha's hand from you. He could smell your discomfort. The first thing he wanted to do was throw the Alpha out of the restaurant by his collar. König took a deep breath, he didn't want to ruin this night for the two of you. He walked up behind you placing a hand on your shoulder gently.
“I'm back Liebe.” He kissed your temple affectionately. The Alpha took a small step back, clearly intimidated by the Apex.
“Hi, Kö.” You said with a smile.
“Uh, I was just having a conversation with her.” The smaller Alpha said puffing up his chest.
“Your conversation is over now.”
König sat on the bar stool next to you pulling by the waist to stand in between his legs. He buried his nose into your neck taking in your scent while also covering you with his. You gasped softly trying weakly to move away from him slightly embarrassed by the whole situation. His grip on your waist was strong rendering you immobile as he scented you. König made eye contact with the Alpha as he did, sending a clear message to him. Mine.
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@/ all the könig writers. german mother tongue speaker here, please please please feel free to drop any german questions for könig into my inbox <3333
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feel free to drop into my inbox for just about anything (apart maybe a 300 word translation) from nicknames to smut phrases :))))
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Types of Kisses with König
Warning: mention of smut
Lip Kiss
Your first kiss with him was actually a simple yet very effective lip kiss.
During a mission when everything went down, you just leaned over, lifted his hood and placed a simple kiss on his lips, telling him about the feelings you always had.
The ambush soon went up in flames as König barged through it all, not letting anything bad happen as he kept on yelling that he is not willing to die now, face red the entire time, he thanked the hood for hiding it.
French Kiss
This more sensual type of kiss happened when he invited you over and you gladly accepted. It was in the comfort of his home, when after a movie he leaned over.
It was only the two of you, making out on his couch.
Forehead Kiss
Surprisingly it was you who placed these kinds of kisses on him.
During silent stolen moments, when he had his head buried in your chest, you occasionally placed a kiss on his forehead as he hummed with pleasure.
Neck Kiss
He was extremely ticklish, so his neck was something he didn't like for you to kiss, however, he loved to kiss your neck and place his little marks on you. If you are ticklish as well, he would surely tease you about it and just breathe onto your neck, letting you giggle before he moves his lips all over.
The only occasion when he would let you kiss his neck is during sex. With him on top, leaning over you, you cling to him as he just thrusts into you, your lips would often find his neck during these times, sometimes even biting his neck.
Peck Kiss
ALL.THE.TIME.
It was a form of affection you and the team both accepted, they would often find either of you leaning over and pecking each other on the lips.
Only the rookies would stare, everyone else is so used to it, they don't even do anything about it, not even tease you.
Cheek Kiss
König was big on any form of affection, however, cheek kisses are something he associated with illness or injury.
Because the first time he ever kissed you on the cheek was when you were shot. You ended up in the medbay and he didn't know what to do, how to show his love without hurting you, placing a kiss to your cheek seemed the best way.
Bite Kiss
You liked to bite.
Not too much but just enough, wherever you could reach. His neck, shoulder, ear, or even his beautiful lips.
He would go wild anytime you do it. Softly biting him on the lip always ended up with you laying under him.
Hand Kiss
Both of you would kiss the other's hand. König would do it more often though.
During briefings, he would just lift your hand, get it under his cover and place a kiss, it made you smile and he loved your smile.
You would kiss his hands during intimate times. His fingers or his palm more specifically while he preferred to kiss the back of your hand or your knuckles.
Earlobe Kiss
Would usually happen during neck kisses. Wasn't something super common but it did happen sometimes.
The first time he kissed your earlobe you were 90% sure he just missed your neck because you moved at the same time, but you didn't mind.
Then he would do it when you wore earrings, it was a way of him saying that he really liked them. Strange? Sure, but you still loved it.
Air Kiss
Again, something you do all the time.
But only you, König's not the type.
Every time you would leave a room you would send one of your kisses over to him. Again, it was something you did which he found extremely cute.
Body Kiss
Now, finding any part of you to kiss is his mission.
Hips, waist, thigh, back, even down your spine. König would always find a nice place to kiss which always made you smile.
Top-of-the-Head Kiss
With a giant man like him, this was something that happened very very frequently.
It was his way of saying hello and bye, his way of saying 'We made it.' after a mission. With his height it was no surprise that he did this so often, always pulling you close by the waist as he kissed your hair.
Shoulder Kiss
Again something he loves to do. Let's just accept he loves to give and receive kisses.
But, shoulder kisses are something he does a lot. When you are cooking, he would come over, burry his face into your neck and kiss along your shoulder.
During sex, he would place so many kisses and bite marks on your shoulder, the next day it is always numb but you don't mind, because you do the same for him.
Angel Kiss
Kissing him or him kissing you on your eyelids only ever happens if one of you are crying or close to crying.
He doesn't like to argue, but it does happen, and placing a kiss to the other's eyelids is a way of saying sorry in your language.
Nose Kiss
Usually happens during the mornings.
Whoever wakes up before the other places light kisses on the other's face, including the nose.
Both of you like to trace the other's nose with soft kisses.
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Adventssonntag
Translation: A Sunday during advent.
König / she*her character
CN cuddling, semi-nudity
König grabbed the cups of coffee and lazily trotted back to the bedroom.
Sunday at home.
And with the snow falling outside he had absolutely no reason to rush anywhere or do anything other than to stay in the warm and cozy bed.
He put down the two cups on the little table next to the bed, carefully moving the stacks of books to the side for space.
“Kaffee?”, the mountain of blankets and pillows asked.
König grinned as a hand and the rest of her emerged from the pile of bedding and grabbed one of the cups.
“Guten Morgen.”, he said and crawled back into bed.
She just hummed and put her cup down before curling up around him.
“Anything we need to do today?”, she asked while drawling little circles on his bare shoulders.
“Yes,”, König mumbled while melting into her touch on his upper back, “Guard the bed so that it won’t run away.”
“A though job but I might be just up for it today.”, she replied while sitting up and arranging König’s head in her lap.
He was bare except for his boxers. His back muscular and littered with scars.
Surprised by the feeling, he groaned as her fingers wandered down from his shoulders and started massaging his whole back. Meticulously, she moved one set of muscles down to the next, releasing his tense back and working out the knots under his skin. It felt like his body was turning into a soft undefined pile in her lap with only warmth and softness and relaxation defining every bit of his existence.
Tempted to fall asleep from her ministrations, he noticed her movements change on his back.
She was writing.
On his back with her fingers.
Over and over again.
“Is it a spell?”, he grumbled drowsily.
She chuckled, repeating the same movements.
“Yes, it is. I became a mountain witch while you were away.”
He smiled, shifting closer to her, and hugging her around her waist as she continued:
Ich liebe dich.
Ich liebe dich.
Ich liebe dich.
He yawned. “I am sure it is a good spell.”
“The best.”
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There Will Be Darkness Again — Ao3
If you’re looking for a König x Ghost fic set in a dystopian world where König may or may not be a demon from hell, I fucking made it for ya!! Check out my fic pls smh
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Welcome to my mind
Konig x reader
( cw-content warning: smut[for future parts], angst, mind games, monster(?)Konig, supernatural )
Part 1/?
I forgot to proof read so I apologize for any mistakes!
You knew Konig for a while now and also enjoyed working with him at the military base. You two started to flirt back and forth but it never got more serious between you two but you started to really like him and wished to be more than friends. But whenever things got a bit more serious between Konig and you he always got cold suddenly…
During another training session with Konig you two got really close and it seemed like he was finally about to kiss you. You leaned your head closer to him, closed your eyes, expecting to finally feel his lips on yours, your heart started to beat fast and then…nothing. You opened your eyes just to see Konig turn his head away and a surprisingly hurtful expression. You let out a hurt sigh and looked at him. "Konig.." You finally wanted to express your feelings to him thinking that this was the reason he was holding back but he stopped you: “Please don’t” He looked at you and you saw pain in his eyes. You tried again “Konig, I like you. If You don’t feel the same that's ok but this whole situation between us is..confusing.” Your voice started to shake a bit as you weren’t sure what he was thinking and was confused by his behavior.
Konig sat down on the floor with a defeated look on his face “Please don’t say this..” Was he crying? You couldn’t see his face clearly because of his mask. You felt a sharp pain in your heart. Was he just playing with you? Was this really just a stupid flirt for his entertainment? “I’m sorry” You said, trying to fight back your tears. Quickly turning around you left the training room and walked towards the women's showers, hearing Konig call your name behind you but you ignored it.
As the shower water hit you you couldn’t stop your tears anymore. How could he do this? Why didn’t he stop the flirting? Did he really not notice that you developed feelings towards him? Was he that stupid? Maybe I’m just stupid you thought to yourself as you walked towards your room after the shower.
Surprisingly you saw Konig in front of your door seemingly waiting for you. “I need to talk to you” His voice had a cold undertone and you just nodded even if you didn’t want to talk to him or see him. Both of you entered your room and you sat down on the sofa looking at him as he stood awkwardly in the room.
He let out a loud sigh and finally looked at you “I do like you too, I like you more than I should. That's also the reason why I can’t do this. You have no idea what I am..” his voice changed and had an almost evil undertone which made you shiver. You felt the sharp pain again in your chest not understanding what he was saying. Konig just continued “There is a reason why I’m the one who’s always asked to do the interrogations and why no one is allowed to be in the same room then” You felt even more confused not understanding why he suddenly talked about interrogations. It was true that he always got asked to do it and you also asked him a few times if you should join him for help but he never let you or anyone else to be in the room and he always closed the door from the inside. You started to get annoyed by him and stood up “Konig, if you are just not interested, just say it and stop playing with my feelings.” you sad with pain in your voice as you walked towards the door to ask him to leave. Two arms just suddenly grabbed you which made you flinch and Konigs eyes were staring into yours, wide open filled with a mixture of fear and there also was something sinister in them. “I’m a Monster y/n” He said without breaking eye contact “I beg you to forget all your feelings towards me because I can’t ignore mine and I don’t want to scare you” You felt a shiver down your spine. You never saw Konig like that. “What are you talking about?” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper
“Don’t be ridiculous, you are not a monster” you finally said. Did he really see himself as one? Sure he was really tall and with his mask he looked scary. He was a soldier after all. Konig looked at you and you couldn’t read his face at all “I did terrible things and I did terrible things to people.. I’m not a good person..” his voice got deep and almost harsh. You reached out to touch his cheek but he turned away “please don’t make this harder for me” - “Konig you are not a monster.. who told you that?” You wished so much that you could ease his pain. “Don't make me show you how I really am y/n..” you never heard this tone from him. His voice sounded almost sinister and as if he was torturing himself by saying this. “Konig you are not a monster” You said again finally reached his face and stroked his cheek softly. The touch seemed to give Konig a lot of pain as he squinted his eyes shut. “Fine” his voice echoed deep and sinister through the room and I felt a cold shiver over my body.
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huge, intimidating, authoritative colonel könig, who is the one who gets pushed around for once, as you drag him to his office mid-shift, force him against the shut door and roughly shove your hands in his uniform, to see if under his ordinance outfit, he is wearing the lacy lingerie and garters you bought especially for him, just like you ordered him to do at the end of you last session.
he'd better be... and he is! what a good pup!
but just as a reminder...
you grab his chest under the clothes, short fingernails digging in the meat of his pecs as you mercilessly squeeze until you hear him whimper in both desire and angst, as dragging scratches on his blemished skin, all you're left holding between your harsh fingers is his pink, delicate nipples...
you know, as a reminder... and a promise... for later.
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I'll update this every time I work on stuff (basically every day), so check back once in a while! Also, don't take the percentages to heart too much—not only does it include how much I've actually written, but it's also kind of mentally where I think I'm at in the whole process, including brainstorming and figuring out the plot.I'm also terrible at estimating how many words it's going to take to write out what I have planned, so don't be surprised if the numbers jump around dramatically. The percentage should NOT be used to calculate the final word count, either.
dude literally as I was making this list my access to microsoft word expired. what the fuck
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Okay but been thinking of Orc!König.
Orc!König who finds you when raiding your village with his clan and who knows you're far sweeter, far more rewarding than the other treasures he loots from the village.
Orc!König who takes you with him as a trophy no matter how hard you fight back and can't deny the fact that it only riles him up more.
Orc!König who dresses you in the finest furs and gives you the best meats and sweetest fruits to feast upon to properly court you.
Orc!König who is reassured you're the one when you tend to his wounds after a nasty scrap with a fellow orc.
Orc!König who allows you to braid his hair, adding a little bead along with the others in his auburn locks to symbolize your marriage.
Orc!König who lays you upon the furs lining the floor of his tent to make love to you, keeping you warm all night long with the sounds of his guttural grunts and groans filling the tent.
Orc!König whose heart beats wildly at the sight of you being pregnant with a half-orc baby, watching as you waddle around camp with a hand on your back and one cradling your swollen stomach.
Orc!König and the way he will smite anyone who even breathes wrong in your direction, vowing to protect you and your baby from anyone and anything.
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Viking! König
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Viking! König Headcanons
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Viking König who starts making sharper weapons to slaughter his enemies
Viking König who has a soft spot only for his wife. You came from a different village, one that König is known for “collecting their tax” for his protection. You were part of an arranged marriage because your family couldn’t pay him, so you where the payment
Viking König who won’t let anything happen to you. You both grew to love each other
Viking König has a bit of that dad body with a bit of muscle to him
Viking König who is covered in traditional tribal tattoos for his bravery as a warrior and clan leader
Viking König who lives kind of secluded from everyone else but everyone knows where to find him if anything happens
With that being said Viking König like to take baths in the river with you naked joining him in the same river you both washing dirt off each other and it leads into something more
Viking König has started to like walking around his home naked or half naked and likes for you to join him
Viking König who loves seeing your face, moaning his name or placing your small hands on his lower stomach knowing he is way bigger than you and you look sexy as hell under him
Viking König who’s favorite position is missionary because he loves seeing your face while you are under him taking him so well
Viking König who carries you on his arm showing you off in a way, you are all giddy when he flexes and you are slightly raised up
Viking König who treats you like the Queen or Princess you are. You sit on his lap in the great dining hall with the entire clan. He let’s you eat from his plate that was more of a feast than anything
Viking König who eats you out on the big table with the clan members acting like nothing is happening
Viking König loves being home and sees his wife walking around the home nothing but bare skin
Viking König who loves you laying on the warm furs on your shared bed
“How could you look so beautiful?” You just shrug at his comment
Viking König who loves seeing you get off with nothing but your fingers, your warm bodies finally getting close to each other and he starts to help you out
Viking König who hates being interrupted while his time with you
“Someone better be dying!” König yells.
Viking König who is intimidating, buff, cold, ruthless, and cruel, the little time he has with you and it gets interrupted by someone he’s pissed
Viking König who sits on his throne as a traitor was amongst his clan
Viking König who lets the traitor take an axe to the face and head and then goes back to you
Viking König who starts wanting a child
Viking König who takes his time with the baby making till you were comfortable with the idea of having to carry a baby around in you for 9 months
Viking König who treats you like you were glass. His hands always holding you as you tried to move around the clan
Viking König who scares off all the man who thought you looked even more sexier when you were pregnant
“How dare they look at you?” König growls while looking down at you
“I’m okay, König,” you tell him, patting his arm.
Viking König who becomes a tad jealous of your baby always latched to you
Viking König who is seen as the best father
Viking König who takes your sons hunting for the first time. He shows your son how to shot a bow, it started out with fish and he made his way to start hunting turkey and deer next
Viking König who sees your daughters making things out of leaves and flowers. Flower crowns, and woven baskets, he like carrying them around for her as she collects her materials for more things to make
Viking König who sends his kids to bed early because he loves to have his time with you, making love to you and kissing every square inch of your body just hear your soft moans
Viking König who loves having date night in a stream of water naked with you, you two drinking and it became very heated in the water
Viking König who likes to play with his children, having a lot of kids and he spends all of his time with them the best her could
Viking König who gets caught in the middle of his daughters braiding his hair, putting flowers in his hair, curling his hair with pinecones and they pretended to give him more tattoos
Viking König who plays 'hide and seek' with his sons, showing them how to not get caught by the enemy and how to be sneaky when also hunting.
"I found you Leon," König says, pointing an arrow at his son hiding behind a tree.
"Dad~" he groans, coming out from behind the tree.
"I saw you Claus," he comes out from the tree, that Leon was behind.
"Felix, go wash up, your mother will hate seeing you covered in mud. If I can see you, your enemy will too," König says as he walked back to his home with his boys behind him.
Viking König who starts training himself to get ready for when he has to leave you and his children for a battle
Viking König who hates when he has to leave, he's leaving you to handle 5 kids on your own
Viking König who started a big feast before he has to leave
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König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣
Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧
Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.
“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.
You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.
He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.
He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.
You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard.
So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.
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Zero Day - Ao3
➺ 𝓜𝓓𝓝𝓘 - 𝓐𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽
➺ Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader | König x Fem!Reader
➺ Other Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Gaz | Bravo Five (Call of Duty), Alejandro Vargas, Female Reader
Facing felony charges, you felt there was no other choice but to accept the plea deal to join task unit 141 under Ghosts reign, joining their covert ops team as an SIO. Since then, you’ve been helping the unit in exchange for leniency from the courts but have never been tasked with a mission where your role depends on every aspect of its success.
In your hands lie the lives of men you’ve grown to care about, with families, friends, interests and questionable internet browsing history.
#ghost x könig#ghost x reader#könig x reader#Simon Riley x reader#ghost fanfic#cod fanfic#könig fanfic
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🎀König’s fave positions🎀
NSFW 🔞
Although he loves to watch your face contort with pleasure as he slides his long, thick meaty cock in and out of you, he can’t help but submit to the idea of watching the fat of your ass jiggle against his hips as he fucks you doggy style. This can also be said for reverse cowgirl.
He loves to watch your cunt grip him from behind, relishing the view and sounds of your soppy walls squelching around him.
The main reason he loves to fuck you from behind, has to be because he can easily slip a thumb right into your virgin ass, handling you like a bowling ball as he pumps into you. He’ll use his thick thumb to control your speed, not allowing you to throw your ass back onto his dick and drive him crazy like you know you do.
König is obsessed with having you on top of him, your back to his chest and your feet propped up on his knees as he drills into you mercilessly. He can easily reach around and wrap his big hand around your throat, play with your nipples and ferociously rub at your clit. You love this position too, savoring the feeling of him moaning into your hair.
He often finds himself unable to contain himself from slipping into you during spoon-time, holding your leg up with one hand as he chokes you with the other. Cuddle time leads to this more often than not, but you weren’t complaining. His insatiable appetite for your sopping cunt was the reason you both couldn’t last long while embracing each other.
The mating press is also among his favorites. He favors the way your breathing restricts as he presses his weight into your thighs, folding you like a lawn chair. It also allows him to get so deep into you, filling you up to the brim with his hot cum. He can feel the way your body jolts with delicious pain as he slams into your cervix, practically feeling your womb graze the tip of his fat dick. He loves the way this position fuels his breeding kink.
#fanfic#konig#cod mw#konig call of duty#konig smut#konig fic#konig x reader#konig x you#konig headcanons#könig headcanons#könig my beloved#könig x reader#könig smut#cod mw fanfiction#cod headcanons
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synopsis: no one puts könig in the körner!
warnings/tags: sexual harrassment, könig is a creep, non-consensual public wanking, so many inaccuracies as to how the military or pmc's work (but accuracy is not why you're here, hm? 😏)
audiences: strictly adult
word count: 1473
a/n: this has been in the works a couple of days and i've only had time to finish it now. i like the idea of könig being so outraged as to lose any sense of decency and propriety. i also love the idea of könig handling his massive köck in general, while full of rancour or woe in specific.
tentakönig is shouting: "under 18 not allowed" and you are answering "yessir, yes!" and scampering away like you should, if you are not of age. don't make him angry by disregarding his words: what tentakönig lacks in size, he makes up for in spite.
colonel könig leant on his desk, a roll-up in his fingers, grey haze turning blue in the pale light filtering through the open window to refresh the office from the damp mustiness accumulated in the night, painting vorticose fractals in the early morning air.
he dragged slowly, end blazing vermilion as he sucked, smoke lingering around his bared face as he enjoyed the taste of toasted tobacco while it filled his chest.
in his free hand, colonel könig held a small bundle of papers. documents, memos and communiqués alike he was supposed to go through and sign off on, before he went to let out some steam in the gym, as he counted his days before a new mission would be assigned him.
he was getting restless, cooped up in his own office, reading useless sheets that contained no targets, no instructions, no interesting intel to evaluate and strategise around, before lunging head-first into action with a team he expected to personally hand-pick to fit the situation.
he knew that his rank would come with more perks and responsibilities, but less time on the field. what he did not expect was to see it so drastically reduced. only companion to his bitterness the sizzling paper that accompanied the last, long drag he took of his roll-up, before flicking it out the window.
tired of wasting time with boring pencil-pushing for which he was hardly made, yet resigned to no excitement for the day that just began, könig did not linger long in front of the window. he closed it swiftly, pulling blinders over it to preserve the privacy of his office, plasticky clacking still echoing at his back as he made for the door.
a clear knock landing on the wooden panel right when the colonel was about to turn the knob had könig halt in his step. he quickly pulled down his hood, fitting the ski-mask sewn underneath it back around his chin and neck to keep it in place, before abruptly opening the door.
the soldier he found before himself took a quick step back to avoid it slamming into him, a look of surprise on his face as he held an envelope in his hands. he quickly addressed his superior, snapping out of the initial shock from the near collision with the door to properly salute him with the straightest, stiffest stance könig had ever seen.
the colonel stared at the private in silence, waiting for him to announce the reason why he was bothering him, even when the correspondence in his grasp made it obvious. more bumph.
growing uncomfortable in silence, under the scrutinising and unsettling gaze of the beastly official, the recruit took the liberty to repeat his salute: «sir, colonel könig, sir!»
könig grunted lowly, almost a growl, before he spoke himself: «at ease.»
the soldier nodded once in a well-rehearsed, small movement: «i was instructed to give you this.»
«i already received today’s correspondence.»
«i understand, sir!», if the soldier were not well trained, he would be shuffling uncomfortably on his boots, nervously shifting posture to distract himself from yet another one of the colonel’s searing gazes, «a simple lapse, surely.»
könig regarded the soldier for a moment longer without saying anything more, leaving the private to hide his discomfort behind a polite smile as he held out his delivery, waiting for the colonel to accept it.
he held in a sigh of relief when the official finally accepted, tearing the ugly yellow envelope the austrian had come to associate with tedium, by now, from the recruit’s grip.
he turned and threw it on his desk, deciding on the spot he would not have his training delayed by more paperwork, not even hand-delivered paperwork: for good or ill, it would still be there, waiting for him on his bureau upon return.
yet, könig turned to find the soldier still on the threshold. the zeal in these new recruits!
«dismissed.»
but the other man did not move.
«uh, sir… i was instructed to wait for your reply. it’s… rather urgent, it seems.»
hope that this might not be yet another useless document didn’t have time to ignite in könig’s chest, as he skimmed through it. encomiums and flattery for his invaluable service in the field. blah blah. faux gratitude. blah blah. a new assignment: desk duty and the occasional devising of plans and strategies to operations he would not be allowed to take part in any more.
the bloody bastards! they really wanted to make him into a full-time bureaucrat! he'd rather get himself dishonourably discharged before he let it happen.
könig was incapable of seeing himself as such. he was not made for the safety of the base. he was too restless. too spirited. too… haunted to just give in now.
he never thought he would basically retire by mid-forties. in fairness, he never though he would make it alive to his mid-forties. still a couple of years left to prove himself right, but not if his superiors had it their way.
at the bottom of the document, a dotted line was there for his signature, to acknowledge his receipt – and acceptance – of the orders.
the colonel had no intention of signing it. he muttered angrily in his tongue, eyes narrowing to stone-grey slits as a pen hovered in his sight. the recruit offered it with a sir…?, as if he were doing him a favour, making it easier, painless.
so they sent a babysitter not just to make sure the colonel wouldn’t discard his post, but to witness his surrender. if they wanted könig to yield without a word, they should have sent someone capable of subduing him.
he roared in frustration, teeth grinding as he his fingers almost sank in the sheet, crumpling it where they held it.
he slapped the pen away from his face, catching the soldier unawares: «you’re here for the answer?»
the soldier cautiously nodded.
«so be it. here’s the answer.»
the private’s relief did not last, as his conviction that the delivery went better than planned was soon upended. he watched, frozen and incapable to tear his pupils away, while the colonel unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zip on his trousers.
next, he lowered them down to his hips, drawers caught alongside, as he began ferociously stroking his cock, intimidating even in his floppy state. which did not last long, either way. it was growing quickly in the pumping fist that choked it mercilessly in fast, staggering slides of the hand.
the private swallowed loudly: «sir…»
könig’s withering look, hand halting mid-motion around his fleshy shaft, cut him off: «came to witness? here!», the colonel growled angrily, lifting his mask only so much as he needed to bare his mouth.
ptooh!
he spat in his hand and returned it to his throbbing cock, every movement from then on accompanied by the slick, wet sound of every stroke, making it impossible for the recruit to ignore what was happening. even when he managed to surreptitiously turn his gaze to the ceiling, the colonel too busy frantically working his organ, the younger soldier could not avoid hearing the sound his hand made when it slid along the noteworthy length.
neither could he avoid hearing the colonel’s breathing growing faster, ragged, guttural, husky roars soon pushing out of his throat and crashing against the useless barrier of cotton of his hood, which barely muffled the uncomfortable sounds.
all that mask was good for at the moment, was soaking in könig’s spit.
finally, könig’s muscles tautened almost all at once, grip loosening only for his fingers to delicately wrap around his tip, where he could rhythmically pinch his foreskin back and forth along his fraenulum, cock jolting and spasming as it emptied thickly on the documents.
the private returned his eyes to his colonel at the pitter-patter of his juices staining the papers, incredulously watching him rub the head of his cock on them, spreading the gloopy mess he made all over the printed letters, trying to roughly clean himself.
könig inhaled deeply to steady himself, sighing out loudly to choke down a chuckle. the crying that often accompanied his release was absent, too wound in anger to allow the flow of tears to take away the tension with them.
könig did not bother tucking himself back in his clothes, yet. still panting, he shoved the documents back in the envelope, the dull yellow turning darker as it soaked in the colonel’s cum, the wet spots unmistakeable for anything other than what they were.
he threw it at the private’s feet, intent clear even without a verbal order and the younger soldier reluctantly picked it up, careful not to stain his fingers and wary not to further upset the high-ranking giant after what he just did.
«now, you are dismissed.»
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