Knig HC With A Reader That Has Healed Keraunographic Scars??

König HC with a reader that has healed keraunographic scars??

König x Reader w/ keraunographic scars

Comfort Fic

Omg omg my first request you got it anon! This is my first attempt at comfort or softer stuff plz let me know in the comments your thoughts or constructive criticism!

Contains: mentions of scars, insecurity, König being unsure but determined, König being a little cutie patootie

Having any form of scars is extremely normal in this field of profession. If you retire without a single scar or bullet wound you’re either extremely lucky or you got plastic surgery. Your scars, however, are extremely different. The chance of something so rare like being struck by lightning left an even rarer scaring. Deeply colored lines in the shape of tree roots and lightning itself decorated your skin, leaving beautiful but unique scars. You had grown insecure when your buddies would reminisce about where their battle scars came from. You would show them your normal scars, ones you got from face to face combat or the occasional stray bullet, but when it came to your lightning scars you did everything to avoid it. Really you just wanted to fit in, you didn’t want to be known as the person with the weird lightning scars, you wanted to be known for your talents in the field.

A few days after you got back to base from a mission, you decided to keep your mind from wandering and went to the base’s fitness gym. It was around 4am when you went, assuming no one would be around so you could shed some layers and work out without overheating. Once you got into the gym, you flicked the lights on and saw no one was there. Good.

You got your hair out of the way and took off your camo green military issued shirt, revealing a tank top underneath. Your scars decorated your newly exposed skin, the deep colors bouncing off the overhead lights. You put your earbuds in, queued your favorite music and began your normal routine of workouts. Towards the end, you didn’t notice the doors to the gym opening, and a particular man who you had a particular crush on came in, wearing his usual mission gear other than his vest he wears on his front. His eyes immediately went to you, specifically, to your skin, parts of you he knows no one else at the base has seen. König could not stop staring, thinking your scars were absolutely captivating to him, reminding him of deep roots, lightning and tree branches. Absolutely beautiful.

You sighed, putting the gym equipment down and wiped the sweat from your forehead, taking an earbud out after stretching. You mindlessly looked into the mirrors that were placed against an entire wall, your heart sinking into your stomach and your eyes widening as you saw König staring at you. You quickly grabbed your green shirt and put it back on, speed walking to the exit as you mumbled a “sorry.” But you were stopped. König had gently placed his hand in front of your face, too scared to actually touch you, not knowing how you’d feel about it.

“Why do you hide your skin?” He asked gently, taking his hand away once he saw your turn and face him, craning your head to look up at him. “E..Excuse me?” You asked back, folding your arms and clutching your shirt. König tilted his head slightly, leaning down and tried to speak clearer, “your marks,” he said, “why do you hide them?”You made eye contact for a moment before both of you nervously looked away, the tall man waiting for any sort of response.

“I don’t want people to pay attention to them,” you whispered.

“What…what do you mean?”

“I want to be remembered for my work, my efforts and for me. I know if people saw them they’d know me first for my scars.” You admitted, it wasn’t like you were hiding that information, it’s just that no one asked in the first place since they didn’t know you had them anyways.

König took a minute, picking up that this conversation was a little sensitive for you, wanting to choose the best words to convey his opinion as honest but as kind as he could. “I think..” he started, looking at your lips, then your eyes, trying best to keep eye contact with you, and vise versa. “I think they make you look prettier.”

After he realized what he said and how it could be interpreted, he quickly stood at full height but waved his hands worriedly. “N-Not that I thought you were pretty! Well I did! Scheiße…(fuck) What..What I’m trying to say..” König took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead and eyes before finishing his thought, “you….you look pretty to me.” He mumbled, looking away and picked at his gloved hands, “you always have…even…jesus christus…even know- especially now!” You could tell the poor boy was panicking, and you wanted to alleviate some of his anxiety.

“König?” Your tone was soft but inquisitive.

“Yes?” He asked back, leaning down once more, staring at your lips.

“I think you’re pretty too. Even now. Especially now.” You smiled. The tall man’s eyes widened again for the hundredth time that night, gulping deeply as his hands began to shake. Was this real?

“You..do?”

You nodded, grabbing his left hand, kissing his glove before leaning in and hugging him, your cheek smooshed against his chest. König froze, hardly breathing as he looked down at you. He took a deep breath and gently placed one hand on your back and the other on your head.

You spoke up, “want to see all of them, then?”

“I’ll show you mine if you…show me yours.”

You chuckled and slightly blushed at his response, leaving him a little confused but happy he could make you feel more comfortable around him.

Hey (^^)/

I don't know if you accept questions, but if you do ... i'm curious, what do you think could be Königs first name? 🤔

(I love your writing by the way😘)

~⛰

Hi love!

I like to think he has a cute name like Tobias, you could call him Toby or smth like that

Or maybe Theodore? The name Theodore makes me think of a teddy bear so it might be perfect for König- you could also call him Theo for short

I also like León (like Leon Kennedy I’m sorry I’m a whore for him too)

Lmk what you guys think! Thank you 🏔 for your question <3

I was wondering if I could do a request for a könig x f!reader x ghost where the reader has really bad ptsd from parents that were emotionally abusive and manipulative towards her, causing her to be a people pleaser and doing whatever is best for everyone else except for her? Btw I love your work! 100/10 🫶

König x Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley Fluff

Of course I can do that!! As a people pleaser myself I’m indulging from this ask rn 😈

No content warning! Mentions of anxiety and past abuse, gender neutral wording for reader to be inclusive

Since the beginning, nothing has been easy for you. Born into a world where your parents were less than ideal, often yelling at you, emotionally neglecting or manipulating you- reinforcing behavior that still effects you today. To always do acts of service for those you care for, always putting the needs of others over your own.

The last thing you’d ever want is to put your own “selfish” needs and acts above your own, even when a situation calls for you to be “selfish”. Being in a relationship with two men, specifically two men whose job calls for them to be in constant danger and new wounds makes those behaviors be enabled tenfold.

Everytime your boys come home, you always clean the house from head to toe the day before, almost making it so clean one would think no one even lives in it. After all, “I don’t want them to come home to a dirty home they can’t relax in.” You’d say to yourself. Then when they do come home, you’re all over the both of them. Doting on their new wounds even though they’ve already been dressed by medics from the field, giving them kisses and doting on them like the two are made of glass.

You always insist the two men immediately lay down on the couches or the bed, taking turns to massage their sores and muscle knots, as tired as you might be that day from working so hard for them, the feeling of your hard working boys finally, truly relax under your fingers makes you swell with pride. You feed them their favorite foods, Simon getting a homemade British meal to make him feel truly at home, and König the same with a traditional Austrian meal he shared with you a while ago.

Hearing them hum in delight as they both praise the food, “ s’good doll, missed this.” Simon would say, holding back from completely wolfing down the dish in front of him. König already half done with his meal in a matter of minutes, “Dreamed of eating this again, Danke Liebling (thank you darling).”

Hearing the praise come from both your boys as you cleaned dishes in the sink made you smile, putting in so much effort for them to be happy and said efforts being clearly appreciated made it all worth it. Even without the praise you’d still do it, you just want your partners to be happy with your efforts, and to be happy with you. But while you were cleaning the dishes, you noticed how sore your back and feet were. You pushed yourself extra hard for their return today since they were gone for longer than usual.

You swallowed the slight pain and soreness and took their empty plates from them, planting kisses on Simon’s cheek and König’s head and walked back to the sink. Both boys stood up soon after, both on either side of you, their hands gently caressing your body. König’s hands went and wrapped to one side of your waist, Simon on the other side of your waist. Simon took his other hand and tenderly rubbed your back, mumbling a, “love you s’much”; but his gentle words paused when a quiet wince and jolt escaped you as he rubbed a certain spot on your upper back.

König also jumped a little from your reaction, taking his hands off of you as Simon did the same. König’s eyes furrowed in worry as he looked down at you, “Liebling? Are you alright?” He asked. “Did I hurt you, doll? I’m sorry-“ Simon began, his hands still held awkwardly in the air as he didn’t know what to do with them. You quickly looked at the two of them, grabbing their hands and holding them, the last thing you wanted was to worry the two.

“I’m ok! I promise,” you said, trying to adjust your feet and only put pressure on one of them for comfort, “just a little sore,” you smiled, “it’s nothing I can’t handle loves.” You let go of their hands and looked down at the sink, you were finally done. “How about we just watch a movie together in the living room? A new [your favorite movie series] movie came out while you two were gone.” Both the boys nodded and headed towards the living room, but quickly noticed you were walking a lot slower than you usually did.

Simon quickly figured out that you were probably sore, motioning for König to go get you. The Austrian nodded and went over, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the living room. Simon queued up the new movie on the tv, sitting down and patting his lap for you and König. The other man placed your upper body down on Simon while he gingerly took your legs into his own. Simon began to very gently rub the knots and sores in your back, and König your feet.

You began to protest, saying you were fine, “I want you two to relax,” you said, trying to move König’s hands from your feet, your hands being patted away by his own with such gentleness, but it was still assertive. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, I don’t want you two to feel like you have to work for me too.” You confessed, turning a little to face Simon and pushing his hands back from you. Both men then realized that you might have a problem with letting other people take care of you, and that you might be a people pleasure. You told both of them a little about your past and your upbringing, but you told them enough for them to now connect the dots that this behavior and reaction to being doted on is one that is out of your control, and needs work.

König then spoke up, “Honey, both of us wanted to come home to you everyday. We are devoted to you, maus.” He took your feet back into his hands and rubbed the sole again, but very slowly and gently. Simon then placed a kiss on your temple and rubbed your shoulders, “he’s right, absolutely devoted. We know being away isn’t easy for you,” he paused, there was so much he wanted to say, but he also needed to work on himself and being vulnerable with his own emotions, but he still tried. “We want to do this for you,” he whispered. König nodded in agreement, “please? Let us do this for you. You do so much for us. Was würde ich ohne dich tun?” (What would I do without you?”)

“What would WE do without you.” Simon corrected, making you chuckle. Then you realized they were serious, they really did want to take care of you, and if that’s what your boys wanted, if this would make them happy, you couldn’t deny them. “Just this one time.” You mumbled, making the two men smile. Both knowing that this would be the start for you letting them in some more. Both also knowing there would be many, many more times.

“Love you s’much doll.”

“Love you forever Liebling.”

“Don’t know what we’d ever do without you.”

König Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

SFW

• Konig is so nervous around you, even after you two have an established relationship he can’t help but feel shy and bashful when you say sweet things to him

• Since he has a lot of social anxiety, PDA is nearly impossible for him- not that he doesn’t want to, but because it would make him explode. He would never be ashamed of knowing you two were together, he doesn’t want to make you feel like a secret. So he will opt for hand holding (more like you holding two of his fingers cause that man is a GIANT)

• Speaking of the height, no matter if you’re 5’0 or 6’4 you will always be so small to him. His favorite pet name to call you is maus (mouse). Any other pet name he has for you always starts with ‘little’. So “little angel”, “little doll”, “little baby”, or “little lover” if he’s feeling extra romantic. And when he puts “my” in front of it? It’s like a fountain down there.

“Konig!” You yelled excitedly, running down the corridor. It had been weeks since you last saw him after he went on a mission. Even when he was in full gear and mask, you thought he was the most handsome. “Maus!” He exhaled excitedly, a sigh of relief washed over him. The tall man quickly picked you up, resting his head on you as his shoulders finally relaxed, his whole body felt like it was about to uncoil. “I missed you so much Konig.” You whispered, gently kissing his head (helmet really). “I missed you too mein kleiner Engel.” (My little angel)

• So this man is like, what? 6’7-6’10? An absolute mountain of a man. Everyone knows he’s already an absolute sweetheart, but when you guys are cuddling? Tooth rotting sweetness. His favorite position is to just lay on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and just listening to your heart as you gently play with his hair or rub his shoulders. If you want to be the little spoon? You will be practically cocooned in his arms. You want to be the big spoon? Internally he’d find it funny, but really when he feels your warmth on his back and your arms around him, he’s never felt safer, or so loved.

• His drive and motivation is always to make you feel as loved and safe and you do to him. He wants to keep you safe, he wants to make you feel so loved that there’s never a day where you doubt his love and loyalty to you. He cherishes every laugh and smile he shares with you. He wishes he could take a photo with you on missions and put it on his gun like they did during WWI and WWII- but he knows that would put you in danger. So instead he daydreams when he can, wishing you were in his arms safe and sound.

NSFW

• Technically if we want to give him a label, he’s a switch. Really he just wants to please you. Your pleasure is what gets him off. If you want to dominate and use him? Baby he’s already begging. If you want him to manhandle and fuck you stupid? His hand is already around your throat. No matter what it is (within reason) he just wants to see you enjoy yourself. Knowing that he is the reason you’re coming undone and feeling good already makes him horny beyond belief.

• He was a virgin when you two met, so when he was finally ready to lose his virginity to you, he was a stuttering and bashful mess.

“M-My…My love?” He asked, looking up with worry in his eyes. You were currently straddling his waist, both of you only in your undergarments. Your hands were on his shoulders as you gently rocked your hips over his hard on. “Yes?” You asked lowly, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. “Will I fit? N-Not that I think you can’t! Scheiße..I just..I don’t want to hurt you.” He was giving you puppy dog eyes. And honestly it was the cutest thing, you’d already given him a blowjob before, he’s seen and eaten you between your legs, but he was still afraid of not making you feel good. You appreciated it too, after all he was insanely huge, and everything was proportional. Everything. So his worry wasn’t too out of the question. “My poor baby,” you cooed, brushing your hand on his cheek; immediately taking your panties to the side, also sliding his boxers down after and rubbed your bare and wet lower half on his hard on. König let out a deep and guttural moan, leaning his head back slightly, already losing his mind. “You..mein gott..doll you feel..you feel so good- gott oh mein gott you’re so pretty. Need you, need you bad please baby. Feels so good..oh yes so so good.”

• He’s still just as whiny and begs just as much when he bottoms, always getting drunk on pleasure, and he will ramble about how pretty you are, how good you feel etc. unless you gag him. For as socially anxious as he is, he is quite the talker in bed.

• When König is the one in charge that night, first he will always ask you if there’s anything you want to avoid, anywhere he should not touch or anything he should avoid saying. He is quite literally at your command. He’ll go over the safe word a lot before getting into it. Personally, he loves the size difference between you too- especially when he’s in charge. Handling you like a ragdoll, moving you around how he pleases and pounding you to his heart’s desire is a personal guilty pleasure of his. He always starts off on the more gentle side, but if you tell him to be rough; trust he will be.

“Oh little maus, where do you think you’re going?” König asks, grabbing you behind the knee and dragging you back to him. You already came twice that night and you were starting to lose it. A harsh slap on your ass was delivered, followed by a hand tightly gripping your hair in a makeshift bun. His other hand with a vice like grip on your hip; face down ass up, just how he likes it. The tall man then resumed his assault on your body, fucking into your hole like he hated you. But the love bites all over your body said otherwise, some were light and looked like they were made with tender care; others like the few on your neck and chest were already turning red and purple, clear indents of teeth marked up all over. Quickly both of his hands were on either side of your face, his body leaning down and felt like he was going to crush you. The problem was though, you couldn’t see. The entire session you brought up the idea of a blindfold, and König is here to deliver. “Are you losing your mind yet, little maus? Can you speak for me?” He teased, his thrusts becoming slower but a lot harder. “Ah…Ah..m-more..” you moaned out softly. “Please..oh fuck..please more.” You felt both hands leave your face, now planted on your hips. “As you wish mein kleines Luder” (my little minx)

• Right after you guys are done though he smothers you in kisses and asks with a huge blush on his face, “did I make you feel good, doll? D-Did I…did I do good..too?” He just wants to be whatever you need, and he wants to be the reason you’re so sweaty and sore, because he loves you, and he wants you to feel loved too.

König NSFW Blurb

18+ Minors DNI!! Contains sexual content

CW: fingering, overstim, oral, gender neutral terms, non descriptive lower regions, begging, König is pleasure drunk (just how I like him)

Desperate moans, delirious deep grunts and hums and the tussling of sheets could be heard outside the door, the room that you and König shared. Inside the room, you laid on your back with a pillow between you and the wrinkled bedsheets to lift your lower half just enough to be devoured. In between your spread legs was the mountain of a man himself, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his usual loose mask. The balaclava was lifted over his nose, giving his mouth free roam over your sensitive lower half.

Your hand gripped the back of his mask, shaky breathes and quiet moans leaving your swollen from kisses lips. Fresh hickeys and bite marks decorating both you and your boyfriend, showing the love making not so far in the past. König’s hands wrapped over your thighs to keep them open, placing the occasional loving kiss and soft love bite. With the noises your boyfriend was making, you’d think he was the one being pleasured tonight; but to König, your pleasure is his, even egging him on as to gently rock his own hips from how pleasure drunk he as getting.

An orgasm soon ripped through your body, your legs trying to close but failed as your boyfriend continued to hold them open, licking and cleaning your juices up like a starved man. He gave you a moment, then took one of his hands, gently rubbing your extra sensitive spot in circled with his middle and pointer finger. The giant man looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, drool and juices dripping down the lower half of his face, completely breathless he says, “Please, please maus…one more time for me? Please just one? So köstlich(so delicious) I..I can’t get enough.” He then inserted the two fingers inside your hole, licking you up once more while he spoke, making your moans higher pitched and breathes more broken. “I need one more mein engel(my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?”

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