#king schultz x reader

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I drew king Schultz

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Some quick king Schultz and Hans Landa art work I did !!

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Chapter 9 of my King Schultz story posted

Running Away (King Schultz story) - Chapter 9

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I uploaded a new chapter of my story.

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Chapter 7 and 8 of my King Schultz story uploaded

Background: Schultz is alive, doing bounty work. Calvin Candy’s brother makes a deal with Schultz—marry his cousin, Lily. The plan backfires, and soon Lily and Schultz are on the run, escaping the law. Their initial tense bond is replaced with understanding and acceptance. Will Lily see Schultz in a new light and perhaps learn to love him?

I posted two new chapters today! Chapter 7 and 8. Read them here!

Chapter 7

Running Away (King Schultz story) - Chapter 7

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Chapter 8

Running Away (King Schultz story) - Chapter 8

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Adding to my King Schultz story

Anyone interested in reading my King Schultz story? I posted a bit of it in a previous post (SEE MY PINNED POST) but now want to expand it into a longer story. Would the fanbase here like to read it?

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please… not me finding an unfinished draft of King Schultz smut I wrote like three years ago 😭

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Slow Hands //

Requested by Anonymous: could you do a King Schultz x reader where the reader is shy and stoic and gets injured and King Schultz comforts her and they admit feelings for each other.

Pairing: Dr. King Schultz x fem!reader

You winced in pain, eyes shut, biting your tongue as King gently worked the alcohol into your wound. King’s brows furrowed in focus.

“I apologize, my dear,” he said. “It’ll be over soon.” His tone was as soft as the feathered pillow and silken blankets you now longed for.

You daydreamed of sleep, away from the dangers of guns and outlaws. You relaxed at how hot King’s fingers were tracing alongside your chilled skin.

The bandage over your thigh tightened as King wrapped its layers.

“Does that feel okay?” He asked, his gaze finally adjusting upwards. His fingers trembled against your skin.

Your eyes averted back onto his, and you wondered if the back of his neck was just as warm as yours. Did his stomach do somersaults while yours fluttered? Or was it, perhaps nothing, but a cruel flicker of hope that somehow, he could return such affections?

King was a bounty hunter, you understood this. Invisible blood stained his hands. So how come the calloused ones pressed against you were anything but rough? How was it that passion blazed with each lingering touch? And why, did he stare at you every time with that beautiful sparkle in those hazel-hued eyes?

Finally, you nodded a response. Your tongue twisted to find some words of gratitude, but they did not come. You looked over at Fritz, who was sniffing at the grassy dirt, then up at the orange sky. The day would turn to dusk soon.

“Fraulein,” King said. He was examining the gauze on your leg.

A second hand grazed your left thigh and your heart jumped. You spotted King’s fingers as they caressed your smooth skin, he had not turned his attention away from your wound.

Heat arose within you once more, and you fixed your gaze on the valley of trees that surrounded. Internally, you sighed. How could you possibly signal that this was everything you wanted and more without scaring such a pleasant man away?

As soon as your eyes locked, King swiped his hand away. His quick movements sent a rush of ice down your thigh. You did not realize how much of his touch you longed for until it ceased to exist.

His eyes swelled with regret and your chest ached.

“I’m sorry…” He apologized. “I couldn’t resist.”

King stood up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He paced back and forth away from you and his flushed face was stricken with panic.

You sat, watching such a mess of a man. You did not dare to giggle as much as you wished to. You continued to stare at him in silence, hoping that he would overcome the silliness and help you to your feet.

A moment later, he did exactly that. As your fingers laced with his, you stopped him.

“Don’t let go,” you said, pulling his hand against your breastbone and the haste of your heart quickened.

King’s fingers twitched at the first thump. His chest mimicked deep breathes as his eyes moved up from your joined hands.

“Have you… always?” He asked.

You nodded in reassurance. Your stomach fluttered again, as King’s eyes softened.

“…And you?”

King tugged you closer, closing the space between you. His eyes roamed your face as his thumb grazed your cheek.

“I’ve always loved you,” he said.

King pressed his lips against your forehead. The whiskers of his mustache forced you to giggle. His finger hooked under your chin, tilting your head upwards.

The worry of the world was forgotten as your lips fervently met. Warmth fluttered inside you and King’s grip around your waist tightened. He held you as if that very moment would slip through his grasp forever, had he chosen to let go.

The two of you spoke through timid glances and heated kisses throughout the night. For now, this was enough. For King, you were enough.

And you finally let out a new giggle when the bristles of his beard nipped below your belly from underneath shared covers.

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Dr. King Schultz angst imagines

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Dr. King Schultz often keeping his distance from you, attempting to ignore his growing feelings in fear that he will lose you like he lost everyone else.

You sat next to Django, staring across the fire at King. He was looking down at his dinner and hadn’t said a word to you for most the night.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked quietly to Django.

“Nah, he always like that.” Django replied, returning to his food.

You gave Django a look. “Not with you.”

Django did not reply and instead took a sip from his canteen. You looked back over at King, who finished eating and was now staring at his feet. It was almost as if he felt your prying eyes so harshly, that he was looking for anything to do but return your gaze.

Django was first to break the silence. “Y’all gonna turn in soon?” He asked, looking back and forth between them.

“Yes, my dear boy,” King finally replied. “I think some sleep would do us well.”

Django retreated across the camp back to his tent, and you and King were alone. You watched as the older man rounded up the mess of his dishes.

“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were giving me the cold shoulder,” you spoke up.

“Now why would you think that?” He asked, taking a moment to reply. His back was turned to her.

You got up and crossed your way to him.

“You went from talking to me every day to,” you paused for the right words. “…this,” you said with a gesture of hands.

“And what is this?” King asked nonchalantly. Clearly, he feigned ignorance. 

“I don’t know!” You huffed, ready to give up. “I just want you to talk to me.”

“We’re talking,” he responded, making no effort to turn his face.

His cold demeanor was disheartening. It angered you, but ultimately you knew better than to chase something that never existed.

“Forget it,” you said quietly. You turned away from him and began walking to your tent.

“Wait—” King called out behind you.

You slightly turned your face and saw his eyes roam to the ground. You could tell he was still attempting to avoid looking at you.

“I’ve lost people,” King said.

You turned around to face him, arms crossed. He looked up and for the first time the entire night your eyes connected with his.

“And I haven’t?” You challenged.

“This is different!” He shouted, causing you to slightly jump. He immediately regretted his tone after seeing your reaction. “I’m sorry,” he pleaded softly. “Please, don’t make me say this.”

“Say what? God forbid I ask you to show me the littlest respect of at least acknowledging me!”

“I have plenty of respect for you and more,” he replied harshly. “Do not belittle my emotions.”

You said nothing and King ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath, calming himself down.

“I care about you, King,” you finally said, breaking his reverie. He looked up at you.

“Fraulein, I care about you too much and there lies the problem,” he said. Even lengths apart, you could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Then why won’t you let me in?” You asked him quietly.

“I never want to watch another person I love die ever again. And at the hands of myself, no doubt.” King’s eyes welled up and he blinked hot tears away. He did not wait for you to reply before continuing. “Besides I’m no good for you, that much is clear. I’m too impulsive and you’ll only get hurt. I could never be so selfish.”

Still shocked by his confession, you remained silent. With King’s mind made up, he headed into his tent. Leaving you out and alone in the cold.