#codkönig

[shroompette]

pt2

Maine Coon Cat!König who isn't surprised, but is still ecstatic when Bunny!Reader wakes him up one day by whispering "I think I'm pregnant" in his fluffy ear during a lazy morning in bed. His eyes snap open immediately, fuzzy tail standing up in attention and back coiling with tension, as if trying to stop himself from pouncing on her immediately from sheer joy. "Say that again, bitte."

MCCat!König who smothers Bunny!Reader's face with kisses until she's giggling and playfully pushing him away, of course, to no avail. His kisses trail down her neck and to her not yet protruding tummy, nuzzling the soft skin there with reverence, even as she strokes his hair and reminds him their baby is barely the size of a bean right now. He doesn't care. All he can think about is the fact that their family is about to grow soon and while he loves the three buns like his own, there's an undeniable excitement within him about the fact that what resides in his lover's womb has his DNA.

MCCat!König who, together with Bunny!Reader, sits the buns down in their laps to tell them that soon, they'll have a little sibling or two. His eyes crinkle as he smiles widely at their reactions. They seem rather excited, their fuzzy, floppy ears perking up as they listen. The little girl immediately paws at her mommy's belly, trying to feel for the babies while one of the boys leans in and tries to listen, eager to hear the movement that isn't detectable yet. The other boy, however, raises an important question. "Where did mommy get the baby from?"

MCCat!König who exchanges awkward glances with Bunny!Reader before they try to explain the origin of the developing offspring to the buns, keeping it as child-friendly as possible. Though they seemed rather skeptical about König supposedly gifting their mommy a special apple that made her pregnant, they did not question it, apart from the oldest triplet: "Can every apple make you pregnant then?" "No, only the ones with special seed." He pretends to not see her annoyed side-eye glare.

MCCat!König who cannot keep his hands off of Bunny!Reader, whether he's stroking her ears and cheeks, cupping her belly protectively when they spoon or palming her breasts from behind, feeling them slowly swell with milk, thumbs gently brushing over her nipples which are now hyper-sensitive to touch. She has to slap his grubby hands away and dash when she starts lactating because he CAN and he WILL lick the milk.

MCCat!König who's now highly protective and impossible to get rid of, following Bunny!Reader everywhere like a puppy, often with the buns hanging off of him. She can really only get a few minutes of peace when she goes to pee and even then, König's like a guard dog, stood in front of the door like he's expecting their den to be busted in any second. At night, his arms are locked around her - never too tight, since he wants her to be as comfortable as possible. It isn't always achievable though, as Bunny!Reader's skin has been burning up for a few weeks now due to the pregnancy and it's very hard to get a good night's rest when her lover is a goddamn sentient furnace. She always wakes up sweaty and sticky, but doesn't dare to complain; anytime she does, the pervert tries to clean her body with his tongue.

MCCat!König who practically has heart eyes when Bunny!Reader's belly finally starts showing. At any opportunity, he will drop to his knees and kiss the bump, purring loudly whenever he feels the little one stir and kick. His big hands freeze on her belly when he feels one too many kicks from multiple directions. His tail, honest to god, starts wagging at the possibility of twins.

MCCat!König who indulges Bunny!Reader's every whim, whether it's her desire to spend the entire day in bed while he caters to her, going on walks in the rain (with her and the buns properly bundled up of course) or simply satisfying her regular cravings for the strangest things - honeyed avocado, peas in chocolate, even jerky. The other day, König caught her in the garden chewing on tulips, making brief eye contact with him. Even with cheeks full of petals, she looked remorseless. He couldn't help but be in love with how grass blades and leaves stuck out of her hair (and also relieved that what's been eating their flowers aren't some giant-ass insects).

MCCat!König who makes biscuits on Bunny!Reader's belly and thighs, gently kneading her plump flesh while purring loudly, making her laugh and wiggle under his hands, her squeaks attracting the buns who wander in and mimic König's activities with their little hands, accidentally tickling their mommy.

MCCat!König who knows Bunny!Reader's due date is close when she starts to arrange pillows and blankets into a warm nest. But, much to his dismay, she will only allow her buns near. Her primal rodent instincts unfortunately make her very irritated and snappy whenever König comes around, if only just to check on her. He tries to not take it personally, knowing that preparations for birth are stressful and she doesn't mean to stomp and chase him away from the room, it's just in her nature. Still, his anxiety gets the best out of him and he starts to question whether she'll allow him near her and their kids at all, with her being so territorial now.

MCCat!König who so badly wants to be there for Bunny!Reader during birth, but he does not want to stress her out even further, so he stays in the other room with the buns, letting them pile up on him and nap while he keeps his ears strained in case his lover calls for him.

MCCat!König who wakes up hours later to Bunny!Reader's gentle voice calling him, his stirring awaking the buns as well. He carefully opens the door to their bedroom and damn near melts when he sees her in the nest, curled protectively around two - no, three! - fuzzy bundles which are mewing and squirming. He makes a hesitant step and looks at her for approval. Only when she nods and smiles, he comes forth and kneels to finally meet his kittens.

MCCat!König who tries (and fails) to not sob as one of the babies grabs his finger with its tiny fist and squeezes. He looks so proud of his two little girls and a boy - and of their mother as well. He leans in and kisses Bunny!Reader's forehead, quietly thanking her for the wonderful new addition to the family.

MCCat!König who watches the buns gently handle their new siblings, seemingly excited at the prospect of being older brothers and sister. He watches Bunny!Reader smile tiredly, but proudly. König couldn't believe how lucky he is, to have her bring three little miracles to his life for the second time. He had no doubts that his lovely family is nothing short of perfect.

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[punpumpkin]

Personally, until proven wrong, I headcanon König to have both nationalities / citizenships.

His parents are one each. 🇦🇹🇩🇪

💕✨️Problem solved.✨️💕

[fewblood]

Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 8 🖕

Weeks passed and went by so quickly I couldn't really grasp how time flew by. Every day was so busy I wasn't doing much more than wake up, train, eat and sleep. Sometimes we managed to hang out and have some fun, though König would never participate. Hanging out with him could only be done away from too many distractions, but we eventually met from time to time at the back of the warehouses, thus making it our unofficial hanging spot.

Now outside of the gym after another long day of training, the only thing which kept me standing was the idea of a nice and warm shower. My sweat drenched my shirt in a way that made me proud of my efforts, but it was also starting to bother me deeply. A frustration of being grimy, only driven by the future satisfaction of feeling clean. My mind was locked on my soon liberation when a figure appeared in front of me, cutting me out of my tracks. 

Kevin. 

The simple vision of his smirk made me done with him already, even though he hasn't said anything yet. My exhausted self just stopped in front of him in hopes my annoyed face would give enough of a hint to piss off. 

It didn't.

"Hey there Kitten!"

"Stop calling me that" I scowled, my tone as cold as ice.

But he continued like he couldn't read how his presence alone gave me murderous impulses. His roaming gaze was followed by a disgusting wolf-whistle. He then took an exaggerated raspy voice that made him look even dumber, a not so rare exploit I had the pleasure to witness again.

"Look at you, so worked up... Damn, isn't your boyfriend a lucky guy?"

I didn't know how I managed to stay calm, because my primal urges were begging me to crush a knee into his crotch. Instead, I only pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled an over dramatic sigh. 

After the shooting test incident, it only took him a week to come back and annoy the shit out of me. It was mostly dumb catchphrases that made the others laugh, but even my patience has limits… 

And he grazes them far too much. 

I glided my hand up to my forehead, brushing away some wet hair strands on the way, debating if I should just suggest him to go fuck himself with his right hand while it's not broken. 

"Why would you care?" I grunted as I exhaled again.

"I just do. Oh, but don't tell me… You don't have a boyfriend?" he insisted.

Urgh, someone, anyone, make him shut up before I do! 

The look in Kevin's eyes told me exactly what his intentions were. It was painted all over his face. A view that only confirmed to me that, no matter what I would say, he wouldn't stop pursuing this little warped fantasy of his.

I can't stand the way he invades my personal space, leaning in too close, his eyes lingering on me as if he expects me to be enchanted by his unwanted advances. I'm fucking done being his little personal challenge to conquer.

He stepped closer and, before I could say anything, heavy footsteps followed by a deep voice stopped Kevin on the spot.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

As I saw König over Kevin's shoulder, a rush of relief washed away all the tension I was trying to control. König had that power on me, refraining my urges to always be tough and surly. This was a new kind of tranquility my subconscious gladly welcomed. However, I still kept a mask of annoyance as I looked back at Kevin. 

"You're deaf? Fuck off, now," hissing my words like venom. 

Kevin slowly turned his head to glare at what was towering him, his expression showing a mix of irritation and embarrassment. He probably wasn't expecting anyone to interrupt and spoil his 'moment', surely even less by one of KorTac's biggest threats. But it wasn't long before he regained his well known cocky demeanor.

"And what are you doing here? You're following your sniper girlfriend around?" he gloated.

Kevin's head turned back to me with a smirk, as if I should feel impressed. König's body on the other hand didn't do much as flinch, like he tried to hold an impulse back. His presence became somber, his voice lowering into a menacing growl.

"Do yourself a favor and learn your place: leave right now if you don't want a new report with your name on it."

Kevin opened his mouth to say something in return, but stopped when König shot him a warning glare. Kevin's gaze darkened as he gave me a nasty look, one that I gladly returned. He knew König had the power, and the will, to carry out his threat. 

Kevin only twitched his tongue and left with a clear look of frustration plastered all over his face. He mumbled something, but I couldn't care less. I smiled and waved at him as he walked away, my hand slowly forming into a middle finger. König chuckled lightly at my childish behavior as he tilted his head in amusement.

"You're quite the character, aren't you?" 

"With magnetic properties it seems, since I only attract assholes" I blurted out.

Still looking toward where Kevin left, I somber deep in thoughts of what just happened, asking myself if I should report him for real, wondering if it won't do more bad than good.

As silence was the only sound filling my ears, my field of thoughts suddenly stopped itself with the realization of what I just said to König.

"I wasn't talking about you" I quickly added to correct my last statement.

König brows furrowed as he looked down at me, his expression softening slightly toward the end. I was strangely getting used to how some of his emotions were showing through his eyes, a secret code only a few knew the combination of.

"I know," König said rather calmly. He then turned around and started walking toward the barracks.

"Even though you sure had your way to attract my attention as well," he added, out of nowhere, a hint of mischief now present in his tone.

He could be so blunt at times, but I eventually learned how he wasn't someone to wrap his words with a coat of courtesy. 

He didn't bother to check if I was following him as he fully expected I would do so, and I proved him right since I quickly caught up to his pace.

"You mean our first sparring match, right?" I asked. "Speaking of which, I still wonder what you expected when you asked a poor thing like me to fight against you," I added with a mischievous smirk.

König raised an eyebrow. The look he was giving me was quite intense, like he was trying to gauge my words; Was I implying something? Or was I just messing with him? The latter was the correct answer of course, and he knew it. 

"I know a good fighter when I see one,"  König said calmly as he slowed down his pace. "I simply wanted to see how you would fair against an opponent like myself."

Still looking in my direction, his expression shifted to amusement as he spoke again.

"You held out far longer than I expected," he admitted, "So I guess you proved to be a bit tougher than a 'poor thing'."

His words made me smile. And, coming from a quiet force like him, it only made my joy more perceptible. 

"Ah? So, what am I in your book then?" I playfully inquired.

He made a guttural sound as he thought about what to say in return.

"Well, I guess you're a bit of a 'tough cookie' in my perspective," he said with a sigh, "Though, a pain in the ass might be a better way to describe you," he teased. 

I scoffed as I continued to walk beside him.

"Don't lie, I know you can't get enough of me!" I teased while faking an innocent look.

"You wish" he only chuckled.

We continued to walk alongside each other toward the barracks, making small talks all the while. When we arrived at the entrance, I let out a satisfied sigh as the craving to take a shower only grew stronger the closer we got to the building.

König, being slightly ahead of me, grabbed the door handle and opened it for me.

"After you." 

I thanked him and walked past him. As I glanced behind me, I saw König only leaning lazily against the door frame, his gaze fixed on me as I entered. 

"You're not going in?" I asked as he loomed over me, arms folded across his chest while his head slightly tilted to the side. His expression shifted once again to something more serious and emotionless as he gazed down at me.

"Nah," he replied, "I still have some things to do."

He lowered his arms back to his sides as he turned around. "Enjoy your shower," he concluded in a rather friendly tone before walking away. 

I stayed in the entrance for a few seconds as I wondered why he walked with me then. 

Wait, was it to prevent Kevin from bothering me again?

Nah! 

…Unless…?

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[crow-tempest]

Took me a while to finish this König drawing, since I haven't drawn in about 2 months, not to mention feeling drained these past couple of weeks

I felt like I could've done better, but I'm still glad with how it turned out anyway ^^

[shroompette]

Maine Coon Cat!König living alone in his den, generally unbothered until Bunny!Reader shows up during a storm, seeking shelter under the overhang of his home. Wet, cold and with an injured leg, König takes pity on her and brings her inside.

MCCat!König who doesn't really have many veggies lying around, but he does have some fruit. He watches Bunny!Reader's cheeks grow chubby as she stuffs them with bananas and canned nectarines. Poor thing, she must have been starved. He gives her a can of strawberries as well, which she neatly tucks away in her raincoat. He does not question her about it.

MCCat!König who, after he feeds Bunny!Reader, carefully rolls up the fabric of her pants to inspect and disinfect the nasty cut on her calf, taking the opportunity to give a closer look to her as a whole. He finds himself enchanted with the long, fluffy ears that droop around the sides of her head. Even wet, they still look enticing, cotton-soft and he wants to brush them, rub his cheeks against them, kiss them, pull them, bite them-

MCCat!König who manages to make Bunny!Reader a little nest to sleep in out of spare pillows and blankets, the crackle of the flames dancing in the fireplace lulling her to sleep. He watches her for a while and nearly purrs with delight when she rolls over in her sleep and reveals the round little scut that he'd like to use as a stress ball.

MCCat!König whose big ears twitch as he hears the sound of his front door opening in the morning, knowing Bunny!Reader must have slipped out into the woods again and it makes his heart pang just a little before he resumes his everyday life.

MCCat!König who is absolutely flabbergasted when a week passes and there's a knock on his door behind which stands Bunny!Reader and her three little buns. Without a word, she ushers them inside before disappearing into the woods. He isn't sure what to do. He has half a mind to run after her, but he fears leaving the buns alone would give them an opportunity to cause mischief and he'd rather not come back and find his den on fire. He stays, letting them sit in his big lap and play with his tail that sometimes tickles them on their twitchy little noses, so similar to their mother's. They're very messy eaters too - they seem to love strawberries, little fingers and cheeks sticky with their juice.

MCCat!König who is equally relieved and enraged when Bunny!Reader finally shows up hours later with a satchel of herbs and veggies for her babies who are currently bundled up in the nest he reassembled. He is about to tell her off, inform her that he isn't a babysitter when she stands on her tiptoes and nuzzles his nose ever so gently, difusing his anger completely. He barely blinks before she's off to check on her buns, satisfied with the state she finds them in - alive, with full bellies and sleeping.

MCCat!König who slowly gets used to Bunny!Reader dropping off her kids at his doorstep and watching them for a day or two before she comes back and expresses her gratitude via soft gesture such as nuzzle or a cheek kiss.

MCCat!König who sometimes makes Bunny!Reader stay in the den with the buns to go on a veggie/herb hunt himself, just so she can spend some quality time with them. He can not pinpoint the exact moment he became so whipped for her.

MCCat!König who starts leaving the nest out permanently because he knows Bunny!Reader won't stop coming around and neither will her buns anytime soon (he'd miss them greatly if they did).

MCCat!König who lets Bunny!Reader sleep in the spare cot (that he built just for her) in his room until she decides one night that sleeping beside him would be more comfortable. He does not try to object this in the slightest, not when he can finally feel her fluffy ears against his face.

MCCat!König who regularly grooms the buns' hair and furry ears and Bunny!Reader's as well with his coarse tongue, thinking he's displaying dominance over her. He has no idea she thinks she is the one in charge by letting him groom her.

MCCat!König who's suddenly not alone anymore. The quiet days of his den are over as it's now filled with laughter and chattering of the three little buns who have began to call him "Papa". He never knew two simple syllables could bring him so much joy...and then there's Bunny!Reader, with her genius manipulative tactics that involve licks, kisses and adorable tiny stomps of her feet when she wants something done her way. He would not trade her for anything in the world.

MCCat!König who slowly starts thinking his den is too big for just the five of them...and that perhaps he and Bunny!Reader should start working on some kitten siblings for the buns.

masterlist • pt2 • Buy me a cup of tea, please? 🍵♡︎

[shroompette]

It took a while for you to notice. It was a small detail, really - though it's incredible that anything about your 6'10" behemoth of a boyfriend could ever be paired with the word "small". People would always only gape at his size, his mask, or truthfully, his package. It's not like you were any better.

It only dawned on you one quiet afternoon that you two were spending together. You sat comfortably in the armchair you claimed as "your spot", your boyfriend splayed out on the couch beside it, draped over the armrest so he could have his head in your lap while you stroked his long hair.

You averted your eyes from your latest literary obsession and your gaze softened as you regarded him. Despite his rather unappealing appearance, you thought he was the loveliest man in the world, with strong arms, chiselled back that curved oh-so-nicely when he laid on his front and-

Oh.

You arched your eyebrow as you realized that where König's ass was supposed to be, you found nothing. Zero altitude. You could land a helicopter on that piece of plain and the landing would be smooth as a butter.

How did you never notice this?

Perhaps because the front of him served as a good enough of a distraction from the criminal lack of backside.

You bite your lip, hesitant to say anything and disturb his peaceful sleep, but at the same time, you had to explore your discovery somehow. You reach for the mug of coffee on your table and carefully place it on his ass...

Flat. Like a stabbed tire. The coffee's surface remained perfectly still.

For a minute, König honestly thought he might have peed himself from fear when he was abruptly awoken by your loud, witch-like cackle, the brew spilling on his pants as soon as he moved.

Now your couch has a permanent stain and your boyfriend refuses to speak to you.

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[shroompette]

It surprised both you and your friends when you agreed to spend a few days of December in Vienna with them. The finals are around the corner, you're struggling to plan how to visit all of your family members during the holidays and the gingerbread house you made a week ago collapsed the very next morning. You chose to believe it wasn't due to you constantly chipping away at it during the construction. It seemed as if you had zero time for yourself with your head in textbooks 24/7, feeling like you immediately forget everything you learn. It was frustrating. And so when your friend asked you (presumably out of politeness) if you'd like to join her and a few other people on a little trip to Vienna to go see the Christmas markets, you found yourself accepting the invitation. Hopefully, it would give you a chance to clear your head before the inevitable exams.

The markets were truly beautiful. With various booths standing shoulder to shoulder and the delicious smell of sweet punch and traditional Austrian food with snow crunching under your boots, you felt like in a Christmas movie. Tension and stress quickly leave you as you enjoy drinking and eating with your friendgroup, laughing and chatting about all and nothing. After you've had your fill, you decide to go check out Saint Stephen's Cathedral standing just across the street from the booths. The inside is marvelous, with high ceilings, smooth tiled floor and richly-decorated columns bathed in gold light emitting from the hundreds of lit candles inside. Your group wanders around quietly, careful to not disturb those who might be praying and eventually, you exit again.

Outside, masses of people have gathered along the walls of the cathedral, seemingly waiting for something. There's a sound of drums in the distance and something reminiscent of hooves against concrete.

"What's going on?" you ask your nearest friend, who doesn't look as confused.

"Oh, we're here in time of Krampuslauf," she replies nonchalantly, as if that explained everything. You frown softly and repeat, none the wiser: "Krampuslauf?"

"Yeah, you've never heard of it?"

When you shake your head, your friend grins mischeviously and adds: "It's a...traditional parade."

Before you can ask more, the drums and sound of hooves becomes louder, drawing your attention to the street. There, you see dozens of people in costumes of what you assume are some sort of demons, with realistic fur on their bodies and horns long enough to be a blinding hazard. Some of them sport prosthetic hooves or glowing eyes, and most of them are holding...sticks? You don't have time left to be confused when the furry demons begin blending into the masses, hitting some people over the head and growling at little children, making them cry. Some go as far as to chase them with a sack, trying to "kidnap them".

"Jesus Christ," you mutter. "What the hell kind of tradition is this?"

Your friend laughs at your bewilderment and shrugs: "I guess Austrians just like traumatizing children."

You'd object that some of the adults are probably pissing themselves right now too. You certainly would be if one of those creatures charged at you with a violent intent.

The parade moves along, some of its members shouldering their way through the crowd chasing specific people just to unnerve them. You instinctively cower, feeling exposed even while standing in the back of the crowd, the cathedral's stairs elevating you just enough to see the entirety of the street. And then, you see him.

A guy (you assume), nearly 7 feet in heavy boots and a furry goat-like costume, with the front of it unzipped, giving everyone a nice view of his shredded chest, marred with scars and even burns, two horns bent slightly backwards sitting atop his head. His face is obscured by a strange mask made from a dark fabric with what looks like two blood streaks running all the way down from his eyes.

Oh, the eyes...

You don't think you've ever seen such silverish blue in your life before. It was like looking at a river through a thick layer of ice. Just like his colleagues, one of his hands clutched a stick tightly, the other curled into a fist. He marches purposefully and graciously, sometimes harshly poking someone in the ribs with the stick or even grabbing at them to scare them. Strangely enough, his taunting seemed to entirely avoid little children. Nevertheless, every squeak, scream or yelp he received seemed to make him smirk, judging from the crinkle of his eyes under the hood anytime he'd bother someone. He seemed to revel in the fear and unease he was causing. He stopped for a moment and eyed the crowd for his next victim. You prayed his gaze would sweep over you quickly, leaving you unnoticed and therefore safe.

But it didn't.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his icy orbs bore into yours and pin you in place with the intensity of their look. You stand still for a moment, like a deer in headlights, hoping that perhaps he might deem you too boring to bully and move on to terrorize someone else.

Wrong again.

You hear yourself audibly gasp as he moves and begins a fast stride towards you, the sea of people barricading you from him suddenly parting before him like he's fucking Moses. You hear your friend squeal something in your ear and feel her shaking your shoulder, but you don't bother to answer - instead, you turn around and bolt.

It's scary. How one stranger managed to tap into the deep feeling of primal fear within you and send you dashing through the unfamiliar streets like your life is on the line. Maybe it is, who knows.

Despite your heavy panting and blood rushing in your ears, you can hear him. He's behind you. Close. You speed up, not having the time to think about the fact you still miraculously haven't slipped on ice and split your head open. But no matter how fast you run, he's able to keep up. In fact, you suspect he's letting you get away - letting you make him chase you - or at least think he's chasing you. He could easily snatch you up and do whatever he wanted to. He could use the 300 pounds of body mass to pin you against the wall and have his way with you...but he likes the challenge. It obviously thrills him. For some dumb, stupid reason, the thought makes you equally as aroused as you're scared. You're telling yourself it's just your damn mask kink acting up in the worst possible moment.

You're losing yourself deeper and deeper in the dark Vienna streets, the music and drums of the parade so distant you can't even hear it anymore and somehow, it's making the situation worse. Because now, his heavy steps and breaths sound even louder, even closer. Your lungs are slowly giving out and your legs are starting to get wobbly. You won't last much longer. He knows it too.

Eventually, you find yourself at a dead end. It's cold and dark and you feel nauseous. You stop, bending your legs a little and resting your palms on your knees, feeling as if you've just ran a fucking marathon. His steps cease as well, only a few feet behind you. You can hear his breathing, not nearly as heavy as yours. Silence stretches between you for what feels like minutes before you hear the gentle crunching of snow under his boots again and you gulp. He's walking towards you.

You hold your breath as he stops again, awaiting your possible demise. Slowly, he reaches out and surprisingly gently, he places his hand on your throat, slowly, but firmly pulling you into an upright position. You quiver, the leather of his glove cold against your flushed skin. He steps forward, bumping into you and forcing the front of your body against the brick wall, his chest right against your back. He leans in, murmuring in a voice that doesn't match his gruff appearance:

"Dumme Mäuschen... Dachtest du wirklich, weglaufen würde dir helfen?"*

You shudder, his breath warm on your neck even through his hood. You swallow, your throat sore from inhaling too many sharp breaths and stammer:

"I-I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

"Shhh..." he shushes you gently, his thumb rubbing over your pulse point, practically feeling your blood rushing under your skin.

"Don't worry, little one..." he murmurs again, pressing himself even closer, making you feel the hardness of his crotch against your rear.

"...I will be sehr gut to you..."

(*"Stupid little mouse... Did you really think running away would help you?")

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[crow-tempest]

The Crow and König

Made this drawing of my OC The Crow and König