going cuckoo bananas at the thought of being könig’s passenger princess <3
because we all know what a control freak he is, right? he eats the same 3 meals every day, he gets the same groceries every week, he gets the same brand of shampoo and conditioner he’s been using since he was sixteen, and he most certainly drives the two of you everywhere. and of course he always takes his beast of a car. his volkswagen atlas is one of the very few vehicles than can fit his staggering frame, and you don’t think your feet can reach the pedals even with the seat all of the way forward. years upon years of driving military vehicles has allowed him to be more relaxed behind the wheel. of course, he’s always careful. he has precious cargo, after all. but as soon as könig sits in the driver’s seat, it’s as though every car on the road listens to him. and even during the times traffic gets a little chaotic, könig is still as under control than ever. though, his language does get a little more colorful…
with one hand on your thigh and the other on the 9 o’lock position of the wheel, könig finds that being your personal chauffeur scratches the very same itch that carrying your grocery bags does. the itch to dote on you, to make sure you never lift a finger around him, to prove to you that he is worthy of being yours and that he’s more than just a governmental battering ram. he’s your driver, your pillow during the nights he’s home, your personal chef because he always fusses so much over you once he sees what food you survive on while he’s away, your handyman. hell, he even tried being your accountant when you were struggling with your taxes, but you had to put your foot down at some point.
the best part about könig being your driver, you think, is the fact that he has no qualms about pulling to the side of the road and pulling you into the backseat. it doesn’t matter where you are, what time it is, how many other vehicles are on the road—könig will find the nearest secluded place to fold you in half if you so much as look at him a certain way. it’s gotten to a point where the middle console consists of your favorite gum, his personal handgun, and three boxes of condoms. and if you wear a skirt? oh you bet your pretty ass his hand is gonna be up it. and, gods forbid, you forgo underwear as well? yeah his fingers are going inside of you one way or another. it’s just one of the many roadside services that come with having könig as your driver <3