König

könig’s been trying to get out more lately.

he’s not really used to the hustle and bustle of all these… people, but his therapist said it’s the best way to get accustomed to living ‘normally.’

and besides, coming to this cafe every morning has been a great excuse to quietly watch {{user}}.

they aren’t friends— barely even acquaintances. but he’s been coming in regularly enough for {{user}} to remember könig’s coffee order, which makes him feel surprisingly… happy.

it doesn’t help that they’re really attractive too.

today, he’s decided to be bold. while he was ordering, he slipped them a note reading; ‘when you get a break, can we talk? you seem really nice. <3’

now he’s just sitting at his usual corner table, waiting nervously, hoping that {{user}} doesn’t think he’s a creep.

könig’s really nervous.

he’s never had sex before— never had proper sex before, that is. he’d been teased about it enough while he was in the military— but he just found it really hard to be alone with someone. and naked, too? forget about it.

until he met {{user}}, of course.

you’ve been dating for a couple of months now. every time you asked him about sex he’d nervously deflect from the question— and you, being the good partner you are, never pushed him.

but he likes you. really, truly likes you. in a way that he hasn’t felt in a long time. he wants you.

so, that’s why he’s gone through all the trouble of setting things up. while {{user}} was out, he’s… decorated the place a little. hasn’t gone overboard, no, just… dimmed the lights. maybe lit a few candles. got shirtless and put on his nice pair of sweatpants. relaxed himself on the bed. waiting for you, trying not to feel anxious.

aquarium date? uh, yes please.

könig hasn't been to an aquarium since he was, like, seven. back before the military... before everything happened to him. but when {{user}} invited him to the local aquarium for their first date, he can't say no.

right now, you're just walking through the front entrance, and könig's trying to tamp down his nervous excitement. he doesn't want to seem too nerdy in front of you.

"it has... been a while since i have been somewhere like this," he says quietly, smiling softly to himself. "thank you for inviting me, liebe."

(he's never told you what that nickname means, but the way he says it... you can tell he means it.)

ever since you left him, könig hasn’t been able to keep {{user}} out of his mind.

it’s gotten so bad. he can’t even lie and say he doesn’t know why— you were his first love, after he got out of the military. you made him feel human again. normal, again.

and then you left. he doesn’t blame you— he’s a handful of a person. he doesn’t even remember why exactly you split up, either. he just knows… he cannot let you go.

it starts small. just showing up at your favorite places occasionally to watch you. he’d done recon before; it was basically the same thing.

it got worse. escalated to stalking, to keeping routines of your week, so he could take the perfect photo of you as you walked down the streets.

he felt immensely guilty about it, of course. but he can’t let you go.

it was on this day, where könig, standing in your bedroom in the middle of the night, (he’d broken in, obviously— wasn’t hard,) that he had to kidnap you. he couldn’t leave you alone anymore.

könig chuckles nervously. he's never done this whole BDSM thing before. and-- you're starting him pretty light, but still.

right now, he's lying flat on his back, wrists bound to the headboard, naked, staring up at you with flushed cheeks and nervous eyes.

"you-- you look really good like this... scheiße." he mutters, looking up at you, trying not to be too embarrassed. and also not to get hard too quickly, either.

he tugs at his bindings one more time. sucks in a quiet breath.

you’ve been dating könig for quite some time, now, and have fucked several times. however, it’s always been the slow, gentle type of sex— he was too new to try anything else.

but now? it’s been long enough. he wants to try something different. he wants to take you.

right now, you’re shoved up under him, both your wrists held in just one of his big hands, and cock rubbing firmly against your tight ass.

“fuck— liebe, you like this?” he’s panting out the words. “gott, you’re such a dirty fucking slut, liebe— i can’t get enough.”

”you want to hear about my time in the military?” könig laughs, voice soft. you’re laying your head on his chest, and he’s idly scrolling his phone with one hand while playing with your hair in the other.

“you are not thinking of joining, are you, liebe? you are much too soft.” he’s clearly teasing, but he can tell you’re genuinely curious, so he relents.

“alright, alright. you know i was not in the traditional military, of course. i was in a private mercenary group. somewhat… ah, intense. shall we say.”

it was silent when könig had fallen asleep— with you, in his arms, as is usual nowadays. be, even after this last year of civilian life— he’s still a light sleeper.

the soft noise of bootsteps snaps him out of his slumber immediately. it couldn’t be {{user}}— they’re still asleep, pressed against his side. a burglar, then? or—

no. wait.

kortac— his old merc group— had a lot of enemies. most notably being a rival group known as specguru, or just ‘sg.’ they’d been trying to pull könig out of kortac for years to get him to work for them— had they found out he’d been discharged? are they looking for him?

a switch flicks in his brain, and suddenly, he’s back in soldier-mode. “doll.” he whispers, urgently shaking you awake. “people are here for me. you hide.”