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Sorry for the lack of posts — I’m currently unwell. I’ll return to posting again soon.

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Revisiting the idea of Loser!König who loves spending money on those rent a girlfriend services or on his favorite OnlyFans girl who occasionally allows fans to buy a chance to film with her. He spends a crap ton on all of your merchandise/content and hogs your attention to the point you can’t see anyone else. You’re just like, “You can’t keep doing this. It’s not like you can fund my entire career.” and he’s just there like, “Can’t I? 🥺”

Oh, for sure, Anon.

That’s where to majority of his spending goes. Aside from buying figurines and collectibles for his growing collections, he had nothing to do with his extra money - so instead, he’d spend it on strippers and women with an OnlyFans to fill that needy and lonely hole inside of his heart. And then he found you.

To say he was hooked from the beginning was a massive understatement. He would consistently chat with you on a daily for hours at a time, tipping you hundreds for complying with him, for moaning his name on a live stream and showing off the way your hole leaked around a toy he’d bought you off of your wish list. Your back arched, eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning his name so seductively that all the blood rushed to his weeping cock, held tightly by his much larger hand.

He takes up the majority of your day - spending several hours on call with you for a couple thousand. Overstimulating you to the point of exhaustion and fatigue and emptying his balls all over his calloused fingers at the sight, wearing you down so that you don’t have the energy or time to call anyone else.

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How much kids would our beloved König want?

At the very least, six. Ideally, he wants 7-9, and whether you want children or not isn’t concern because König is convinced you’re the perfect woman to bear his children, and he’ll make sure you mother his babies.

He’s the type to seek out women who clearly have written on their dating profiles that they’re child free and plan to be for the rest of their lives to try and change them - feeding them misogynistic bullshit of how it’s a woman’s purpose in life to be pregnant.

It resulted in women storming out the door on him. He never usually cared, but with you, it was something special and unusual - newfound determination he had growing inside of him to convince you - not just tell you that this is your purpose, but to coerce and manipulate you into giving him babies.

You were so soft with your friend’s babies, the sounds of your hushed and warm cooing and baby talk giving him cuteness aggression. His heart aches and longs for children of his own, Maus. Watching you babysit your nephew had his heart fluttering, he sometimes managed to sneak a swift photo, dimples on his cheek and a cheery grin curling the sides of his lips. Whether you wanted it or not, you’d have his kids.

It started with sending you more TikTok videos of babies, how adorable and loveable they were, their outfits and the joys of parenthood. You knew König to not want children - like he’d told you originally, taking you by surprise at this new urge to have a baby. And it was only uncomfortable and awkward. After what seemed to him to be a lack of interest in the videos, he took it a step further and began to poke holes in the condoms. Oh, your morning after pills? You must’ve finished them off, they’re gone now. You’ll be fine. No condoms? Don’t worry! He’ll pull out, or so he says.

And he was so convincing, not once did you bat an eye, accuse him of trying to baby trap you. You never once doubted him. It broke his poor, aching heart - watching you foolishly skip around the house, oblivious to how you could potentially be carrying his child.

And when you had finally missed your period, he couldn’t find it in him to care for the horrified expression on your face, two lines representing a positive pregnancy test.

Any thoughts at an abortion would only bring out the worst in König.

You couldn’t leave. And when you threatened to leave him, he drove the back of his large hand into your temple, rendering you unconscious and sobbing out weakly on the kitchen floor as your head spun rapidly.

The only thing you remembered was the sounds of heavy shackles and metal handcuffs around your wrists and ankles, the cold basement floor against your bruised, bleeding cheek, his large hand caressing your stomach gently - a stark contrast to his cruelty.

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Dad’s best friend, König, who visits your parent’s house almost every week to see you, sneaking into your bedroom to huff at your panties; worn, cotton, the scent of your dripping cunt still lingering on the wet cloth.

Dad’s best friend, König, who visits your house even when your father isn’t home, preying on your sleeping and unconscious body, your chest rising and falling, stiff nipples poking through the thin material of your lace trimmed tank top.

One large hand caresses your chest gently before sliding underneath your top, the other palming his aching bulge. He releases himself from the uncomfortable sensation of his tight boxers, his fingers now stroking his size slowly while his hand trails down your sleeping body, fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties and rubbing at your needy clit slowly, watching your face contort into expressions of pleasure at the sensual and intimate touch.

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Had to share, this is so Big Dicked König vibes… 👀

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What films would König like?

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DUB-CON, PERSUASION.

Kidnapper!König who demands that you hold a camera to record him eating you out for the first time, from your perspective, your hands just barely managing to hold the camera still through your trembles and shakes.

Your thighs clamping around his bopping head instinctively when he rolls over that sweet spot repeatedly, a sinister and satisfied chuckle coming from between your legs as he continues with his taunting, earning himself some whines and cries that only fuel his urge to have you, to ravage and ruin you. Occasionally, he’ll take hold of the camera, recording from what he sees, the sight of your glossy slick cunt drooling and coating his stubbled chin, the swift and sharp actions of his tongue against your now swollen clit.

He even records your face as he fucks you for the first time, your hands bound with chains behind your back, your bodyweight preventing you from any wriggling and unfastening of them, with your legs hiked up to your chest allowing for his large frame to fit in with yours as he takes a slow and steady pace at you.

Face tear stained and eyes half lidded from exhaustion after his constant persuasion and coercion, finally giving in to allow yourself to dissociate.

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König collectiong rare lego sets that take weeks to construct - spending thousands on his collectibles and figures 🎞️

He’s so obsessed with Star Wars. Owns Star destroyer and Millennium Falcon. Owns a bunch of the storm trooper helmets and some lightsabers.

König would love a girlfriend who’d watch Star Wars with him and listen to all his music.

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Streamer König with a discord server where he abuses his power and influence over his female fans to receive nudes.

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Creepy, Neighbour!König who offers to set up your furniture when you first move in; your eyes lighting up with relief, thanking him profusely for his generosity and kindness.

He’s only doing offering to look for an excuse to be close with you, to hopefully convince you to repay him. He offers to build your desk for your office, occasionally wandering around your home to investigate your bedroom, stuffing a pair of lace panties into his pocket as a souvenir and gift for himself.

To then pound into you while you’re bent over and whining out, head flat and rested against the flat surface of your newly build desk, your trembling hands gripping at the dark oak wood, back arched, with König’s calloused and rusty hands rubbing up and down your waist, smooth skin against his, saw dust still lingering on his palms.

After all, you owe him something sweet for being so generous.

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Neighbour!König thoughts… ☀️🍻🍪

Older Neighbour!König who stands on his porch on an Autumn summer day, the glowing sun setting over the horizon, rays of golden reflecting onto his bronze and tanned skin.

One hand lazily grips a bottle of beer, shirtless and gleaming with beads of glossy sweat rolling down his muscular form, his beige trousers hugging his crotch perfectly from afar. His biceps tense as he inhales a sharp and sudden breath of humid air, his eyes widening slightly watching as you bend over in your tiny, skimpy babydoll dress to water your garden of tulips and dandelions, the sight hypnotising him.

His favourite pastime is to watch you from his porch while you’re wearing a dress, especially if it’s a milk maid or a sundress, where your breasts accentuated and the clothing is clinging to your soft curves. He plays off being a friendly neighbour so well.

However, after checking his surroundings, ensuring it’s just you two, he makes no attempt to mask his erect cock, unfastening his leather belt sloppily and freeing himself from the tight confines of his briefs that struggle to hold his size, his calloused hand stroking himself to the sight before him; your cotton white panties on display for him to obsess over and imagine depraved and perverted fantasies about - stuffing them in your mouth to stifle your attention seeking whines for more as he takes you for the first time, or wrapping them around his leaking boner to arouse himself while watching you shower, the slightly foggy windows thankfully not covering your bare form…

It’s even better when you come over to his house the next day in the afternoon holding a fresh batch of warm, sugary, and delicious chocolate chip cookies specially made just for him. You claim you baked too many - a complete lie just to get close with him, see how far you could take your teasing. You made sure to pull down the neckline of your sundress to show off your cleavage, faking an accidental nip slip while placing down the dessert just to see what he’d do with your hardened bud visible and right there for him.

Fuck, you make it hard to resist, Maus.

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What do u think about the people that have a rape kink? Like they actually want to get rape, is not just a fantasy on their mind

A kink is a fantasy. Reword your question.

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Thank you for the tag, my love! 🌼

- Maxwell’s Silver Hammer - The Beatles

- How can you be sure? - Radiohead

- Sway - Bic Runga

- Missing you - John Waite

- Maquiladora - Radiohead

- Give you my lovin’ - Mazzy Star

- Perfect Day - Lou Reed

- The News - Paramore

- Caress me down - Sublime

- Starlight - Muse

No pressure tags: @diejager @misscimi @dmitene @sunsetsimon @konigslittleliebling @konigsluv @simonrileyswifex @kit-williams @jazmeanb @stargirlrchive

Tagged by @clockworkf1 to shuffle my on repeat playlist, share the first 10, and tag 10

Love My Way- The Psychedelic Furs

Dancing In the Dark- Bruce Springsteen

Harvey- Her's

Don't Dream It's Over- Crowded House

tv off- Kendrick Lamar, Lefty Gunplay

J'adore Venise- Loredana Bertè

Spit- Show Me the Body, Princess Nokia

Legend- Twenty Øne Piløts

Promis- Adele Castillon, Videoclub

Rusty Lake Family Tune- Victor Butzelaar

Tagging @crusherccme @tallfriesramble @sirbonesly @antimonyandthyme @seaplease @userowaowa and anyone else who wants to join ⚜️

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Need to write about Primary School Teacher!Reader and Dad!König.

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Loser König takes part in glory holes to satisfy his needs because he knows most women would be horrified to know they’re having sex with him. 💋

After all, the only thing they care about is satiating that warm, wet, and desperate hole, the need they crave. They’ll accept his big cock gratefully, ignorant to who it really belongs to. He’s not conventionally attractive; scars littering his pale freckled skin and strands of auburn hair covering his face, a pair of rectangular glasses crooked on his face as he pushes them back up messily while huffing out through breathlessness, more focused on the end goal of an orgasm to care about how the other men perceive him.

He adores glory holes - the soothing sensation of a woman’s smooth glossy lips against the tip of his weeping cock, leaving lipstick marks along his veiny boner and mixing with his load to leave a light pink sticky and foamy ring around the base of his dick, the sounds of gagging and retching coming from behind the door as he hits against the back of their throat.

It’s where he lost his virginity for the first time - I mean, he was approaching his mid thirties and still hadn’t received any action. Prostitutes usually bailed on him due to his threatening and intimidating nature. He was weird - he came off unsettling and left them uneasy.

Loser König visits strip clubs more often than he’d like to admit - he’s even learnt your schedule. Some would consider it stalking.

Especially considering he waits outside after your work hours to walk you home safely, claiming he wants to make sure you’re safe from the gross men who’d follow you home. (Well, that may be what he’s doing.)

You’re by far his favourite stripper and it’s obvious your colleagues expressing their jealousy to you about how much extra tips you get. He pays no mind to the other women dressed in raunchy and revealing lingerie, their high heels clacking against the stage as they spin around. König was mesmerised by your soft curves and the slow and careful movements you’d make to hypnotise the sick losers watching you, your thighs curled around a metal pole, your eyes finding his in the sea of perverted men similar to himself. (He convinces himself that he’s different from these men.)

And you know König is willing to drop a couple hundreds at the sight of you; after all, you’re his weakness. That cute, silly face you have and that tight body leaves him feeling breathless at the sudden confinement in his trousers, trying not to come in his boxer briefs as you offer him a lap dance.

Your rear is practically in his face, you tease him cruelly. A sleazy grin plastered on your face and your eyes lighting up when he grabs your hand, pushing two hundred euro note into your smaller palm, his hand dwarfing yours. His cheeks are flushed and he’s undeniably flustered and erect. He can’t hide it.

You let him touch you for his generosity, his calloused fingers massaging your rear, his eyes wide with thrill and exhilaration.

Fuck, he might have to keep you for himself.

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THISSS with Incel König…👀👀👀