#König

[quarterlifekitty]

Hello can we have more sad pathetic ex könig please 🙏🏾

He’s on his hands and knees, liebe. Please.

Let’s think about why you broke up with him, yes?

I think that once he gets close to you, he’s clingy. He’s not used to being close to someone in this way. And it can make him…. A little volatile at times, emotionally.

What I mean is that he straight up cries sometimes when you pull away to get some space. It’s not a manipulation tactic or anything, he just loves to be near you and it shocks his system whenever you want to be on your own, in any small way. And it just gets to be too much for you to deal with, maybe he snaps a little about it— accuses you of not really loving him, if you’re going to withhold affection like that. And you don’t appreciate that at all.

He didn’t think his little outburst through, of course. It was an impulsive thing. He regrets it almost immediately, and even more when you storm out on him. If he felt deprived before, he’s fucking destitute now.

König isn’t a boastful sort of man, but he does have his own pride, much as he seems to forget it when you’re around. So there is a period when you don’t hear from him— he’s a fucking colonel in a private military, he’s not going to beg just because some girl is giving him the cold shoulder.

Until he is. Because he forgot how cold the world seems without you next to him. He lasts a few weeks, maybe a month or two if he’s kept busy with work before the parting is unbearable to him.

It starts quite sensibly. He calls, apologizes (which is agonizing, he fucking hates calling people), and asks if you’ll give him another chance.

You’ll tell him you’ll think about it, but your tone seems to indicate that you’re not so keen on the idea.

He manages a few days of waiting before the gifts start. The man is desperate, liebe, bitte— if you’d only give him a chance, he could be so good to you. So much better. He knows what he did wrong! Doesn’t that time you two shared mean anything? Just let him prove it, let him prove what a good boy he can be—

They start tame. Flowers, teddy bears, German chocolate. Then they get a little more extravagant. Awkwardly so. Starting at 14 karat and only increasing.

[iloveoutlinesiswear]

And now for something completely out of character for this blog. I have no idea who this is but...god damn look at him! The art style is just magnificant, the angle, the look on his face. I think I may have found a new blorbo. And that this damn hellsite knows my type.

Pushing my dark hair König propaganda 🙂‍↕️

[konigsbitch]

König with a bredding kink pretty please

given the poor state of sex education when he was in school and his lack of interaction with women, he knew shit about them. when you first told him about the menstrual cycle and how you bleed every month, about the mood swings and cramps, he was dumbfounded. like how can you literally bleed and yet do your job or clean or cook?? but when you told him why you bleed, because your body "punishes" you for not being pregnant, he swore he would get you pregnant as soon as possible no matter what

like what do you mean the love of his life bleeds every month and is going through so much pain just because she's not pregnant. this has to be the stupidest thing ever

so to make sure you aren't going to suffer no more, he fucked you whenever he could. whether he was bending you over some table or cabinet, or in the bathroom over the sink or in the shower cabin, assaulting your tight cunt, his cock was inside you everyday

[machveil]

thinking about how König is too big for his tiny apartment bathroom

König who has to awkwardly duck his head in the shower to rinse his hair, or he has to cup his hands to get water and pour it over his hair. he dislikes both options. sometimes he washes his hair in his kitchen sink if he doesn’t want to put up with the shower head dilemma. he uses 2-in-1 so he doesn’t have to continuously duck his head under the water. he also uses dry shampoo if he really isn’t feeling it

König who actually liked taking baths when he was a kid, but now he’s too big and muscly to fit in a tub. if there aren’t people around, or it’s a private one, König does enjoy a good sit in a hot tub. they’re usually bigger than his apartments little shower/tub combo, let’s him stretch his legs out a little more comfortably. it’s a rare occasion he actually gets to sit in one though, he’s not one to usually leave the house when he’s actually at home. he doesn’t vacation often, hot tubs are a treat for him

König who legitimately feels like a giant when he’s in his bathroom, why is that stupid room so small?

[doeidawn]

doeidawn's kinkmas day eleven ❆ mistletoe

KINKMAS 2024 | PREVIOUS DAY | NEXT DAY

a misinterpretation has könig a little overzealous with the mistletoe. 1.5k

❆ pairing: könig x fem!reader

❆ tags: MDNI/18+; google translate german—author apologizes in advance; fingering; piv sex; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); slight breeding kink; creampie

❆ note: this is entirely based around the tradition of hanging up mistletoe to promote fertility that is supposedly practiced in some European countries. i am absurdly american and have no idea if any of it is true, but let's just pretend for the sake of this scenario

Hanging a small tuft of mistletoe above your bedroom door might’ve been a little cheesy, but any excuse you had to be cheesy with your boyfriend, you were gonna take. It was just something fun to do for the holidays. He rarely had time to spend with you, so you were determined to make the most out of the few days you had him to yourself. 

The only problem seemed to be that he was incapable of noticing it. It had been hours since you scrambled on a chair and taped it securely on the doorframe, and he still hadn’t made any comment on it. It was kinda surprising that such a tall guy couldn’t look an inch above him to see the plant. Perhaps it’s because he was so preoccupied with you that he didn’t bother looking anywhere you weren’t at.

So, when he was in the doorway on his way back into the room, you call out for him to stay. A confused, almost worried, look on his face and you scramble over to him. You press yourself against him and point up to the edge of the doorframe.

“Mistletoe,” you say simply. “You know what that means.”

The insinuation hangs heavy in the air. König just stares at you for a moment, and you feel like you can see the gear turning in his head. You wonder if maybe the tradition is lost on him, a cultural difference that he never practiced. But before you can follow that line of thought, his strong arms are wrapping around your body and lifting you off the ground. He carries you over to the bed in a hurried frenzy, like he’s afraid you’ll rescind the offer. 

He’s on top of you before you can even process your back hitting the mattress. He’s smothering you in hurried kisses, sticking his tongue down your throat and swallowing your squeaks. You can’t get a word in edgewise, not with his mouth attacking yours. It’s not until he starts to trail his kisses down your neck that you feel like you can breathe again.

“You don’t need a silly plant as an excuse,” he mutters against your collarbone. “I’ll give you this whenever you want it, Engel.”

You brace your hands on his shoulders as he starts to tug at your clothing, stripping you of your garments until you’re bare below the waist. You’re too stunned to come up with a response quite yet, wondering why mistletoe sparked such need within him. But you weren’t complaining, especially when his fingers start to run over the inside of your thigh as he guides your legs apart. 

König mutters something softly to himself in German before two of those thick fingers run over your cunt to spread you open. You watch him lean in and spit onto your sensitive flesh before gliding his digits through the liquid to spread it around. The stretch as he breeches your entrance makes you keen, nails digging into his arm as you gasp for air. Your slick walls hug his intruding digits, squelching lewdly as he slowly pumps them in and out. 

“There we are, just relax for me.” The softness in his voice coaxes you to arch into his touch. His lips brush over the curve of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. 

This wasn’t exactly what you expected when you decided to hand up mistletoe above your door, but you certainly weren’t going to stop it. His thick fingers filled you up deliciously, pumping deep enough to hit something deep inside that makes your toes curl. His tongue and teeth run over your neck, up to your jaw, overwhelming you in the feel of him. His large frame caged you against the mattress, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He knew how to draw out every bit of pleasure from you, knew exactly where to hit and how hard to press. When he curled his fingers the right way, he knew that you would arch into him and run your nails down his back. It was as addicting for him as it was for you.

“So beautiful,” he mindlessly rumbles. “So pretty underneath me, schatz.” His praise makes you clench around his fingers, earning a groan from deep in his chest. “Scheiße, I can’t wait any longer…”

You whimper at the loss when he slides his fingers out of you. You hadn’t even realized how close you were until the persistent pressure deep inside was taken away. But seeing König impatiently fish his cock out, his face flushed with desire and determination, made the momentary emptiness worth it. He’s scrambling to find the lube in the nightstand, but gathers enough restraint to ensure both of you are slicked up enough before trying to push in.

No matter how many times he did it, that initial stretch was always a lot to handle. It almost didn’t matter how much he prepped you; he was so thick, it was hard to loosen up enough to take him easily. But that meant the sound that left his mouth was always so deliciously pathetic—a cross between a whimper and a groan as your slick walls hugged his cock.

You could tell how much restraint it was taking him to keep his pace slow at first. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, let alone chance hurting you. He knew it was a tight fit that took more out of you than him, but he’d make up for it by running circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“So fucking good…you’re so damn tight, Engel.” His breath hits your lips as he leans over you. “So perfect for me. Can’t wait to fill you up.”

It wasn’t something out of the ordinary when it came to his sex talk, but something about it felt dirtier this time. Your hips jerk into his hand, sliding his cock deeper inside your stretched-out cunt. The initial burn dulls into something much more pleasurable that makes you tighten around him. He can tell, when your strained whimpers turn to soft moans, that he can give you what you need.

König’s free hand pushes a knee to your chest, opening you wider for both of your sakes. His cock hits deeper this way, kissing your cervix on each deep thrust, forcing the air out of your lungs every time. 

“You should have told me you wanted this sooner.” The words come out in huffs, growled from deep in his chest. “Don’t need the mistletoe to make sure it takes.”

What the mistletoe had to do with that, you weren’t exactly sure. But you did know that hearing him talk about filling you made your hips cunt throb with need. Growing just as desperate as he was, you were practically whining as your nails dig into his skin just to make sure he stays close. Your cunt flutters around him, tightening with each drive of his hips and tight circle of his thumb.

“That’s what you want, yeah? Want me to fill you, Engel?” The soft “mm-hmm” that vibrates in your chest is all the confidence he needs to turn his movements rougher, pounding into you with a force that makes your eyes roll back. “Gutes Mädchen…I know you want it.”

His hips snap against yours in hard, deep thrusts that feel like they could bruise your cervix. Your thighs start to tense, shaking under his iron grip, nonsensical noise spilling from your lips. Pleas and encouragement and soft whispers of his name—anything to make him keep up that pace. And with just a few more drives of his thick cock, your cunt was clamping around him, coating him in your slick cum. The tight pulses spur on his own release, following quickly behind while he tries to fuck you through the high.

Every twitch of his cock drags against your sensitive walls as he spills. König rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, buried inside you as deep as he could possibly fit, moaning into your mouth between sloppy kisses. It’s not until his hips still that he pulls his lips off of yours for the chance to catch his breath properly.

You look up at him still hovering over your body, watching him move his hand off of your thigh to let it fall against the mattress. “Where…where did all that come from?”

“The mistletoe,” he says matter-of-factly like it’s the obvious answer. “You hung it up, why are you surprised?”

“Well, I mean…that was a little more intense than just a kiss.”

“Of course it was. That is the point, yes?”

Your brows furrow at that. “No? I mean, not saying I didn’t like it—I liked it a lot. But you’re just supposed to kiss someone under mistletoe.”

You swear you can see the thoughts running a mile a minute behind his eyes. “Oh…” He looks down at you, at the spot where the two of you meet. “Well, just a slight misunderstanding, then.”

You arch your back, pushing your hips against his just to feel his cock shift inside you. Both of you groan at the feeling against your sensitive bodies. “At least it was a fun misunderstanding.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down until his lips meet yours again.“Yeah,” he sighs between your kisses. “Very fun.”

[ang3lc]

and i WILL because who wouldn't tbh

You ain’t even gotta try to give König stockholm syndrome because man will do it to HIMSELF. Like, kidnap him and he’s already in love. You leave him alone in your basement for 2.5 seconds and come back to him fully naked, rock hard, and still in his handcuffs while he gushes about how depraved you are, a pervert who is going to force him to cum inside you and keep him as a sex slave.

[gothghostiie]

crocheting sm bc I procrastinated Christmas gifts badly and obviously I have to somehow keep myself sane so

any of the cod men watching you frantically handmake gifts for Christmas because you procrastinated/simply didnt have the time, now you're there, crocheting, painting, knitting or whatever and he watches for a little while, noting how tense you are and deciding there's no way he's letting you do this, right?

cue a few minutes and some sweet talk later and you're in his lap, balls deep in your poor hole while he has his arms around you and casually tells you to just keep doing what you're doing, he doesn't wanna be in the way, he's just here to help you relax a little!!!

[bugs-bigos]

How I see him✌️

Quick König sketch

[whocumthis]

I NEED KÖNIG LIKE KRAMPUS

Damn it, I don't want to read about König dressed as Santa Claus...

Give me him going back to the village he was born in every year to dress up as Krampus since he was old enough...

Give me this huge man dressed up in a scary costume and putting the terror into everyone, but always being sweeter and gentler with women and children, even without realizing it...

Give me him meeting the reader, at some point they talk and she makes a silly joke about needing to be punished by Krampus for being bad this year...

And finally, give me this man dragging her into the nearby forest, still very close to the village, and fucking her like an animal, pulling her hair as he shoves his fat cock into her needy hole, covering her mouth so it doesn't make too much noise and pressing her harder against the tree. His big body and scary mask prevent her from seeing the red face and lustful eyes that watch her, only letting her hear the deep voice moaning in her ear and muttering incomprehensible words in German.

Finally, they both climax and he carefully makes sure she's okay, escorting her to her friends again and ignoring their slightly snide comments before returning to his role as Krampus and scaring the others.

The next morning, his mother sends him to deliver some things to some neighbors nearby and, by chance, he has the pleasure of bumping into the sweet girl who accepted him so well yesterday. Now, out of his clothes and Krampus persona, he tries to approach her sweetly and makes it his mission to have her for himself before January arrives and they both leave to go back to their normal lives...

[eldritch-cat-thingsdotcom]

Need to remember this

i posted it in bsky so y'all are also getting it. My humble opinion on noses >:3c

(feel free to show or tell the world about your favourite characters with big noses. I need them)

[quarterlifekitty]

Something, something, König picking up gaming in his free time, not uncommon for an older guy especially with a cute little thing who has a nice set up for gaming and he absolutely takes to it with flying colours. Kinda pissing you off how he’s gotten leagues better than you at one of your favourites in such a short amount of time. So when that skin you absolutely NEED drops you’re going insane grinding for it. It’s frustrating too because all the sweats have come out of the woodwork to grind for it too, leading to a lot of swearing and groaning on your end, coincidentally, König’s free time aligns and he’s more than happy to help you grind the tougher parts if you sit pretty on his lap and drain his pent cock.

What’s better than two stress relievers when he comes home from a high tension workplace environment?

(Bonus points if he’s your weird online long distance boyfriend who definitely told you an age younger than what’s on his ID and the place he comes home to is just your apartment that he decided was his too.)

Brother. The way this ask is in my mind. I would like to preface this by saying if you or a loved one is playing a video game with microtransactions and limited edition skin drops it’s not too late to get help. We can beat this together.

cw: he’s kind of a creep in this. Red flags abound. Somno/dubcon type stuff

Gonna make a couple of amendments to this one if that’s ok. 1) König is never going to be a god gamer because his hands are too fucking big and also I WANNA BE THE DOMINANT GAMER IN THE RELATIONSHIP. My ass is carrying HIM in apex. I don’t care that he knows how to shoot real guns. Don’t take this away from me

2) while he didn’t outright lie about his age, he did not say shit that would lead you to believe this man was over 40. He shared very few details about his personal life. Just that he was in the military, Austrian, and now? A gamer. Those are all the hallmarks of being a man in his 20s! Except the Austrian thing— that can happen to anyone.

I like to imagine he treats you like his discord kitten tho. You ask how old he is and he’s like “I’m an adult, if that’s what you’re worried about” or “old enough” or “don’t worry about it” and you say “okay 💖 yay 💖”

And he’s 100% your sugar daddy. Constantly buying you games just so you can co-op with him, gifting you in-game currency to spend on battle passes, absolutely ravaging your wishlist— steam, amazon, or otherwise.

He finds himself in your area for work and you tell him your address so he can meet up with you.

And you’re kind of a stupid femcel so when this dude shows up at your door, almost seven feet tall and wearing a surgical mask, scarred face with a healthy grey streak in his hair, it’s not setting off any alarm bells. There’s like at least 5 red flags here but you’re colorblind and inviting him in.

You didn’t realize that he was planning on staying with you while he was in the area. You also didn’t realize that the moment he found out he’d be stationed near you, he decided it was time to take your relationship to the next level.

Which is how you end up stretched out on his cock on the same day that you met in person for the first time, with him grunting in your ear about how he dreamed of this— thought of it every time he jerked off when you fell asleep during a discord call. He could tell just from your voice that you’d be pretty and soft and tight and perfect for him— and he was ready to settle down.

Good thing you didn’t really have any plans for the rest of your life, or you might find how fast he moves a little scary.

So it makes sense that you’re still a little shy. Too nervous to initiate things usually. So he just has to motivate you a little.

This skin’s an exclusive, can’t be earned with currency, and available as a drop for just 7 days. You can’t put in the hours to get it on your own, not to mention how tedious it is, and it can’t be bought. But it’s so cute.

So he makes the offer. He’ll spend his precious leave time helping you earn it if you keep his cock warm while he does it. He’d initially planned on using that time to rearrange your guts, so you’re gonna have to make it worth his while.

And maybe you exaggerate a little. You’re used to saying these things over calls— where nothing has any repercussions in the real world. Where you can promise anything from the safety of being on a screen a world away.

You tell him you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you if he can get that skin for you. After a moment you realize the implications of saying that to someone who can and will hold you down and make out with your cervix using the tip of his cock.

He borrows one of your elastics to tie back his hair.

He’s gonna get you that skin. And then he’s gonna get you pregnant.

You did say anything.

[konigsblog]

könig and his kidnapped wife on christmas? would he try to make it special or would it be like any other day for him

Merry Christmas! 🎄🍪🦌

He would try and make it special for you, hoping to win you over by lovebombing you and gifting you an overwhelming amount of presents.

König is desperate to be appreciated by you, to win your heart. Every other day of the year, he deals with your disrespect and rage, the furious words that slip from your lips when his grimey, dirty hands attempt to wander your bare skin, tears rolling down your tearstained and raw cheeks. Every day of his life, he deals with your trauma, a result of his selfishness. He coddles you, cradles you, and dotes on you ‘til you're too exhausted and weak to defend yourself and fight back against his loving touch and sweet words.

Christmas is the one of the only days throughout the year he manages to receive some amount of adoration and affection from you. The overwhelming sight of gifts and presents with your name labeled on them, some gifts being a sick and depraved attempt to convince you to initiate sex with him. Can't you see, Mäuschen? Look at all the hard work and effort he puts into your gifts, how he explains the meaning behind every gift, bragging about how well he knows you. You should reward him, let him hold and touch you, shouldn't you?

And he knows you won't be able to buy him anything, the guilt eating you alive inside. All an attempt at guilt tripping you into repaying him with sex and love, despite the nagging and mortified voice inside of your head screaming at you.

[konigsbitch]

Big boy konig feeling reader's tight pussy for the first time

ughh this is so cringey #staypositive

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konig had always been big. he liked being big. konig loved how thick and strong his arms were, the way his muscles would ripple every time he moved around. he liked the feeling of his thick muscular thighs stretching his pants and how they would stand out, leaving open mouths wherever he went. but most of all, he loved how thick his shaft was. it was chunky and long and surely not easy to take

konig lived with the thought that he needs a big woman to handle him. at his height of 6'10, he wanted a tall woman, big and sexy as well. he thought like that until he felt your tight pussy wrapped around his thick cock, your walls pulling him in deeper even though you were a crying and moaning mess

the moment he first entered you, he was head over heels. your little body was struggling so pretty to take him and he looked like he could swallow you whole. you were perfectly made for him, at this tiny size. his big ass dick was noticeable through the bulge in your stomach, the same bulge that was disappearing and reappearing with every thrust of his hips. konig may or may not have developed a size kink..

[machveil]

I need to smooch his hands

i love him so much

[konigofmyheart]

christmas prep with könig

gn!reader, fluff with one innuendo/suggestive comment

zimtsterne: little cinnamon star cookies ⭐️

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setting up for christmas with könig is truly a special experience. it’s always been one of the nicer memories from his childhood. it wasn’t anything grand, but his mother always made sure they had a little magic, be it in the form of a little wooden toy, slightly burnt cookies, or little snowmen that left könig with stinging hands from the freezing snow. that magic is something he’s always held on to, and of course he’d want to share it with you, too.

it starts early. before you even wake up, he’s already made his homemade hot chocolate, and his zimtsterne are freshly out of the oven, cooling on a rack on the counter, and he’s hauled all 13 christmas storage boxes out to the living room. you pad into the kitchen, drowsily and halfheartedly complaining that he started without you. it’s hard to be even pretend annoyed, though, when his eyes are sparkling with excitement like that. plus, “that’s the boring part, liebling, i only want you to have fun!” he insists as he places a loaded mug of hot chocolate (a giant dollop of cream with cinnamon dusting the top floating in your mug) and warm zimtsterne stacked on your favorite holiday plate. he’s easily infecting you with twice the christmas spirit, the way he eagerly goes on and on about all there is to do today: picking up the tree, dressing it up, then decorating the entire house top to bottom so everything sparkles and glows.

the moment you finish your breakfast he’s at the door, almost wiggling like a dog eager for a walk. after you pass inspection (i.e. his excessive bundling where he layers your coat, then gently slides your gloves onto your hands, then wraps your neck and half of your face with your scarf, and thennn fixes your hat onto your head to keep you warm for the arduous five second walk to the car), you’re on your way to the christmas tree farm. you two sing along to christmas classics on the drive, obviously dedicating “all i want for christmas is you” to each other. as you walk up to the lot of trees, you’re still smiling at the way könig always attempts the high note just for your amusement, and he gives your gloved hand a squeeze, hoping you forget his creaky high note as quick as possible.

he swears he doesn’t like the way the old lady who owns the lot gushes over him, saying how “such a big boy must be so helpful, so good to you”. his ears flushing pink tell a different story though, even more so when you agree with the lady before the two of you walk over to the rows of trees, and there’s only a handful that are taller than him. she playfully shouts out a “gosh, if only i was 40 years younger and 10 times luckier… ” and practically cackles at the way he pretends not to hear, stepping behind some trees (that definitely don’t obscure him) as he flushes even further. he’d have convinced you he didn’t like the compliments, were it not for the way he makes even more of a show than usual of loading your tree (the biggest on the lot, naturally) on top of his giant suv. he’s practically puffed up with pride as he helps you into the car, earning even more hoots of praise from the tree lady (“they don’t make them like that anymore! you hold on tight to him now, ya hear?”) and some giggles from you.

now in your driveway, you go in first so as to guide the tip of the tree through the door, with könig doing the heavy lifting. all’s well until the tree gets a bit more than halfway in, the branches so full that they catch on the doorframe, even with it being wrapped up with netting! your worried “hm, I don’t think it’s gonna fit, baby” gets instantly answered with a determined “it’ll fit, schatzi. i’ll make it fit” from könig. now, of course you’re a grown adult and not some immature 14 year old, but come on, you’re only human! you look at each other over the stuck tree, your eyebrows raised meaningfully and a dumb smile tugging at your lips. he really can’t stop himself from flushing yet again, huffing a “don’t say it” as he rams the tree through the doorway, thiiis close to toppling over onto the tree with his momentum. only his quick reflexes saved your tree from becoming a pancake.

this isn’t your first christmas together; you have the process down to a perfect rhythm. you get a head start while he reheats his chocolate, bringing your mugs over to the coffee table to serve as your tree decorating fuel. together you make quick work of the ornaments, tinsel and lights (he handles the upper level while you access the bottom level far better than he could). step ladders become irrelevant as long as he’s around. like always, your favorite ornament and his are right next to each other, front and center. “my star placing the star” he lovingly murmurs against your ear before picking you up so you can place the star at the very tip top of your tree. you laugh at his cheesy line, his fingers totally accidentally tickling your sides as he turns you around against him, his eyes crinkling in that special way reserved just for you. he swallows your giggles with a reverent kiss, and though you’re both covered in pine needles, tinsel scraps, and glitter, your mouths taste of chocolate and warmth and love. <3

[yumyumka]

🗣️🔥