#König cod

[dmitriene]

Maybe Konig x virgin/inexperienced reader, pretty please with a cherry on top 🍒?

i hope you would enjoy the writing!

cw: virginity, inexperience, my own view of things.

könig has a thing or two for some pretty, unexperienced dolls, drawn by the allure of being the one to guide and take apart inch by delicate inch, yet he's not the one to be particularly lucky in dating with women at all, the sweet, virgin one's usually find him too persistent, and experienced women brush him and his playful cockiness away with light annoyance, until he's meet with you.

oh, you're a perfect blend of everything he dreamed about all his miserable life, thrown from one girl to another, until he stops by you, meek, easy thing, and even through you know what you want and truly desire, walking around this uncharted intimacy on tiptoes, könig still manages to get his fill of brushing, groping touches and innocent, bit hungry kisses.

könig can be too much, getting a boner so easily from a single permission of giving your sensitive neck a couple of smooches, his patchy stubble and jagged scars brushing occasionally and making you shiver at the contact, melting into the solid warmth of his body pressed so close, and his lips growing carnivorous by each kiss, and that's where you have to push him behind the line, again, leaving him whiny and coyly puppy eyed.

always whispering “'m sorry, schatz, i'll be patient” but ending up with his calloused, wide palm too close to the squishy swell of your plump ass, scarred fingers itching at the small of your back, fighting off his excitement, swallowing all of his guttural groans when he get's you on his muscular lap, breathless and fidgeting over the tense thighs beneath you, with your words hitching just from such close proximity.

you're pent up too, all the toys and fingers is never enough in comparison to possible lover's warmth and saccharine words, the praises and honeyed pet names brushing over the hectic burn of your ears, it's so easy to crumple, let könig hold you close and persuade with careful, gentle strokes and caring whispers to give him a chance, give over the pleasure you so deeply crave.

könig nuzzles his nose in your temple as you pant and hiccup, hands looped tight around his tilted neck, tugging at his messy hair, hiding away from the enraptured gaze of his wide opened, piercing eyes as those rugged, thick fingers scissored at your tight, gushy cunt, you couldn't do anything to stop this embarrassing, steady rush of slick out your gaping hole, pulsing violently and not letting his digits thrust in properly, so needy, hot, gummy walls clenching around.

you need to be completely boneless and hazy minded before getting his cock, and even then, with your eyes glassy and so dumbfounded, not knowing what you should do, your head too empty for your liking, you still scrabble up from the tense plains of his softened stomach and up the brawny chest with sharp nails, body shivering and arching from both fear and pleasure, his meaty, leaking cock breaching inside your sweet pussy, cradling your body attentively closer.

könig kisses up your trembling fingers that try to dig in his skin, spanning the fingers from his left hand around, other busy supporting you from against your backside, nails biting at the plushness of your asscheeks, helping you to bounce, find the pleasurable rhythm that makes your cunt drip and throb, squelching so obscenely, coating his veiny, engorged shaft in gleaming sheen, lips parting to squeak and gasp his name out.

you don't need to fear, it's finds out, the heaviness of his cock inside you leaves your toes spasming, chest skittering with every breath and thrust, expanding around a wet moan and searing tingles at the bottom of your spine, it's all so dreamy, the way he handles you, praising endlessly, his hand distracted to pet down your mound, thumbing occasionally over your peeking nub, twitchy and overly sensitive to the touch, and so, könig get's you cumming for him.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[konigsblog]

Torturing high libido König by forcing to cum over and over again in your pussy back to back until there are tears in his eyes and he’s begging you to stop because his cock hurts. He wanted it so badly you had to drop what you were doing, right? So now he should stop being a whiny baby and take what he’s offered.

He needs you to physically restrain him, even if you’re half his size and being split open through pure horniness and desperation, being rutted into by a wild, delirious, and unpredictable creature.

Each thrust sends a new wave of euphoria König has never felt down his spine, his muscular large thighs trembling as he struggles to inch his way back inside the comforting warmth of your sweet pussy, the pulsing beat enveloping his sweaty cock and allowing him to regain some composure as he drags the back of his large hand over a bead of sweat. You must close your thighs, press them together as tight as possible, any attempt to prevent König from selfishly and greedily continuing.

C’mon, Mäuschen… He can’t physically control himself at the gummy, velvety addiction that weeps between your legs, each thrust coating his veiny shaft in a new layer of your sweet and pearly release.

And while you sit there, trembling and bucking your hips in an attempt to protect your sweet cunt, König will appear dishevelled as his length swells, pulsating against your smooth walls with his hands prying open your thighs hungrily, motivated but he stench of sex. Convince him to pull out as he overwhelms and overstimulates himself, while he berates you for being so mischievous - so damn addictive. Accept the way his sharp canines dig into your neck, a lone tear wandering his sweaty and tear-stained face.

He’ll get over himself eventually, when he’s too sore and fatigued to get up and hold you down, passing out with your limp body hugged up against him, another night of overworking himself til he lays there, trapped in a cave of arousal, stripped of his dignity and control.

[lethargiccryptid]

@feyhunter78 🤭

eat me whole

[machveil]

it’s me i need loser!könig i need him bad!!!!!i want to overstimulate him till he cries ):

real!! say it louder!!

CW: overstimulation, weepy Loser!König (our beloved), handjob

Loser!König who’s been desperate for your attention all day. he doesn’t want to be a bother, keeps his mouth shut as he follows you around your home. his silence speaks volumes, especially when his looming figure grazes you from behind - his poor, achy cock weeping under layers of fabric. he doesn’t want to ask you for help, too embarrassed to verbalize anything, apparently not too embarrassed to follow you into every room. you know what he wants, it’s hard to miss how his pants tent and strain. but, if König won’t say anything neither will you, leaving him to pad behind you like a lost puppy

Loser!König who breaks in the kitchen. suddenly he’s babbling nonsense, groveling for anything you’re willing to give him. eyes glossy from holding back tears, a loud sniffle coming from behind his mask before he’s pleading, “Schatz, bitte—”. still too nervous to touch you himself right now, hands gripping the hem of his shirt. he all but sobs with relief when you take pity on him, eyebrows knit as you undo his pants. he’s already sensitive from his weepy cock rubbing against his boxers and pants, crumbling when you wrap your hand around him, “Thank you, scheiße— danke, liebling.”, voice raw as he screws his eyes shut

Loser!König who’s messy, precum dribbling down your wrist as you coo at him, soft praise for asking you to help. he’s choked up on pleasure and snot, broken moans leaving him as he bucks into your hand. “You’re doing so good, always so good for me.”, glossy eyes looking down at you through his eyelashes, vision blurry as he dumbly nods. knees buckling, a sharp gasp catching him off guard when you speed up your pace, pearly white drops falling to the floor. your voice sounds so sweet right now, your soft gaze distorted by his tears as he whines. unintelligible words garbled out as he orgasms, breathing labored as he reaches his high

Loser!König whose bliss is interrupted by an involuntary thrust forward, eyes wide as you keep pumping him. hips stuttering as he tries to step back, crying out with a whimper as you follow him. “One more? You were so good for me, one more, König?”, and, oh, he could never deny you. flushed and too hot, he’ll stand here until you’re done - and even then, he’d kneel on the slick floor of your kitchen if his legs became jelly. fat tears rolling down his cheeks as his legs twitch, a filthy little puddle of his release on the floor, a mess he’ll clean up when you’re done with him - pressing kisses up your thighs as he wipes it up, mumbled ‘thank you’s spoken against your skin. you always take such good care of him, it’d be a crime to not repay the favor

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Lé Fish I want König to smother himself between my thighs. He'd love it, I'd love it. Just needs to happen lol

Your want is his need babe. He's just so desperate to press himself against your warmth, barely even asking at all except for a head tilt centimeters away from your crotch. Baby blue eyes pleading with you while his large hands pry your thighs apart even when they threaten to close on him.

Even with the mask on you can see the way his eyes furrow, most likely biting his lip behind the fabric until he gets the go ahead. Prying and pushing you down softly onto the nearest soft surface so he can close his eyes into something warm for once. His face is freezing cold and its the only place he'll search for comfort sometimes. Too horny to resist and yet too tired to fuck.

Maybe he'll just take a quick nap. His hands are loose around the outside of your thighs. Holding their claim lightly while he slumbers. He won't even wake when you tilt your body to the side, body following you while he keeps asleep. He'll wake up quickly if he feels cold again.

[iloveoutlinesiswear]

*bursts into flames*

"Una aventura es más divertida Si huele a peligro…"

"Si te parece prudente Esta propuesta indecente…"🔥👑

[tac-the-unseen]

Stalker König

CW: talks of mental health, concerns not taken seriously, stalking, talks of Guns, Reader is doing their best, you better be ready to Google the meaning of flowers 💕

Your eyes shift to the oven's clock.

1:23 am

You huddle in the corner of your kitchen, silently crying, and shaking with every bone of your body. You desperately clutch a kitchen knife while praying that….that thing goes away.

For the past three months the shadows have been terrorizing you. You Know that when you look into the dark, something is looking back at you. Everybody you've talked to has told you, you were crazy. You've been called paranoid, and a few days ago someone called APS on you. They'd decided that you weren't in any immediate danger, but said they'd come back to check on you.

Tonight you couldn't sleep. Your body shuddered with terror with just the thought of closing your eyes. It's been a combination of little things that has built to this.

At first it was just small things going missing. Pens you left out, the sticky notes you doodled on, jewelry you didn't wear often. In fact the only reason you noticed things of yours was going missing, was because you wanted to wear a particular pair of fancy earrings to a company event. You looked for 30 minutes before just wearing another pair.

Then your favorite book disappeared. After a long day you were really looking forward to reading that book in bed before you passed out. But when you entered your room, the book wasn't on the shelf. You looked up and down, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You throw one of your other books across the wall out of frustration and left it there for the night. When you woke up that book was gone too.

Then things you've never owned started to show up in places you frequent. A red beaded bracelet you've never seen before showed up next to your kitchen sink. That new lipstick shade you've been wanting to try, You found it in your medicine cabinet when you went to brush your teeth. All that is spooky at best, but what really frightened you was a single bullet left on your office desk.

You told your boss you were sick and went home for the day…or at least that's where you told him you were going. You went straight into a public area like the women of your past have told you too, if you think you're in danger.

Kidnappers never take their victim in a crowded area.

Safer in numbers.

Cry, scream, kick, but never stop fighting.

You walked into a casual sit down restaurant and spent all night looking up what kind of bullet you were clutching in your palm.

A 9mm, just a small hunk of metal.

But you've never even held a gun, let alone own one.

You want to believe that a coworker accidentally dropped it on your desk, but it was perfectly placed. It was set up underneath your computer monitor, just out of sight for those passing, but when you sat down at your desk only you could see it.

This was deliberate.

This was not a coincidence.

But why? Why would you leave a bullet on someone's work desk? Is this a death threat? Is someone threatening your life? That thought alone made you crumble faster than you expected. You fought back tears while trying to think of who you might have pissed off.

The Receptionist you at your office? All you said was that you wouldn't be attending her baby shower. And anyway she got her revenge by ‘accidently’ eating your lunch.

The Uber driver you gave two stars too after he made a creepy comment about your chest? He just gave you a one star review a few minutes after.

That one girl in highschool that didn't like you? She peaked in highschool, you doubt she'd have the guts to pull off this stunt.

By the time you're ready to leave, it was night. You felt the fear fraying at your edges, the shadow’s non-existent eyes watching you, so you called one of your friends to pick you up.

You faked being drunk on the ride home. When she asked you about work, you said that they cut your shift without telling you and that you didn't mean to get wasted.

You're not sure she bought it, but she never brought it up.

When she pulls up to the house, you thank her, and pretend to stumble out of her car. She made sure you got inside before leaving and you haven't spoken since. But you couldn't worry about that now.

Your paranoia creeped in and made you check every corner of your house. Afterwards you crashed onto the couch and watched Judge Judy until you fell asleep.

When you woke up one of the blankets from your bed was wrapped around you.

You don't remember doing that.

You've never done that before. That panic in your stomach quaked and you got up to do another search around your home.

You found nothing, but called in sick anyway.

Two days later, and back at the office, you were clacking away at your keyboard when one of the mail distributors knocked on your door. The carrier was 17 if you remembered right, he was one of their nicer carriers. He was always kind to everyone in the office and was always telling jokes.

This time instead of carrying a letter or a stack of files, he was holding a large bouquet of Coral Roses, Anemones, red carnations, and Heliotropes. It was a gorgeous assortment of warm tones with just a little cool tones to balance everything.

“Caught someone’s eye?” The boy asked playful. You stand up to accept the gift. “Does it say from who?” You ask curiously. “Nope, just that it's for you.” You pick up the flowers and set them onto your already crowded desktop. “Someone has a secret admirer!” The boy teases and chuckles at his joke. “At least they're not cheap. I've delivered flowers to people before, but nothing this big before. Who ever it is, they really like you, or really need something from you…” he pause for a second “Well, it's a nice jester non the less.”

“I suppose it is…Tell you what, if you snag me an extra muffin from the community breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll make sure to update you if anything else comes up.” you hold out your hand to him. He thinks about it for a second before shaking your hand. “Deal!”

By the end of your day, you gently placed the flowers into the passenger seat. You've spent all day thinking about the flowers and who sent them. Just like the bullet, you didn't have a clue, But it was still nice to be appreciated like this.

No one's gotten you flowers before.

Because this was your first ever bouquet you dislodged some flowers and tied them upside down into your closet. You also persevered some in salt. You put the rest of the flowers into two glass bottles with some water.

You thought about persevering more, but you felt like that was a bit excessive. Besides you don't know where or who they're from….what if they are from the same person that left the bullet?

Those are two very different messages…

Soon enough You begin to spiral down a rabbit hole of anxiety and theories. deciding to (hopefully) sleep it off, you crawl to bed and bury yourself in your blankets.

Suddenly your body jolts you awake.

Through the sleepy haze you don't know what caused you to wake. You look at your phone, that You apparently forgot to charge, and realize it's 2:56 in the morning.

You try and rack your Brain for an answer to your sudden consciousness.

Then you hear it.

Glass.

Glass sliding across the floor in another room.

You look at your phone again.

3%

You figure it's better than nothing, plug it in, and dial 911.

“911, where is your emergency?” A female voice asks through the phone. Then your breath hitches in your throat.

Yes, you know Where you are. But you don't know Where the danger is. You don't even know if there is danger. And even if you did the house is silent, any noise you make could alert whatever is in your house.

You quietly breathe over the phone and slowly lay back down.

“Hello? Is there anybody there? This is 911, what is your emergency?” The woman asks.

You just breathe over the phone and quietly as possible.

“Is there something there that makes you unable to communicate?” The woman asks, finally understanding.

You hum a quiet yes, As inaudible as you can manage.

“Okay. I'm going to find you using your phone's pinged location. I need you to stay on the line with me so we can find and help you, okay?” she asks in a more hushed tone.

You just hum again and strain your ears trying to hear any sound.

You realize that the glass sound has stopped. And quiet footsteps start shuffling around your home.

You can hear doors opening and closing.

Soft breaths.

It's then you make another realization. It's now right outside your door. You can see two large shadows on the bottom of the doorway.

In a panic you turn your phones volume all the way down and hang up. You slide your phone back onto your night stand and pretend to be asleep.

And just in the nick of time too.

Your door softly creeks on its hinges.

The air is still and heavy, making it almost impossible to breathe.

You know you have to keep an even and low breathing pace. One of the tips you picked up in health that randomly stuck in your brain is that sleeping people use less oxygen.

If you wanted to sell this fake sleep, you'd have to force your body to deprive itself of its most valuable resource. Only for a little bit. Just until whatever, whoever is standing in your doorway leaves.

It moves forward

You only know this when they step on the only creaky floorboard in your room.

Whoever is in your room is dead silent.

You have to remind yourself not to furrow your brow when they continue their movement.

The air is still again

It lingers

You hear the sound of fabric shifting and stretching right next to you.

The terror in your chest scratches at your ribs when you feel the gentle movement of your hair sliding behind your ear.

You have not idea what to do.

What do you do?

You rack your brain for what normal people do when they sleep.

Snore? No, if you start now it would be a dead give away.

Mumble? Mumble what? What do people mumble in their sleep? Nothing you can come up with on the spot, that's for sure.

You decide to make a bold move and as lazily as you can shift your body's position.

That's what people do.

You push deeper into your pillow and raise your knee to about stomach level. It's a totally normal sleep position and almost everyone moves in their sleep.

A knot in your stomach churns. You fucking hate yourself. What if they don't buy it? What if you're digging your own grave? For fucks sake you don't even know if the intruder is armed.

The intruder chuckles softly and the shifting of fabric once again is dangerously close.

You think they just stood up?

Whatever, if they're moving, they're likely leaving.

Suddenly you can hear the faint sounds of sirens. They sound only a few streets away.

Your admirer clearly hears the same thing and swiftly makes their move out of the room.

It still terrifies you how quiet they are.

You hear the glass in your hallway slide once more only followed by the sirens getting much closer.

It's only when you hear a pounding at your front door and the announcement of police, do you peel open your eyes and take a deep breath.

When you reach over to retrieve your phone do you feel something else touch your hand.

You readjust your vision and your eyes widen.

A flower

Or flowers

Bright, vivid red flowers.

One stalk, several flowers.

They take hours looking through your home, questioning you.

They tell you to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

Like you'll ever sleep again.

You put on shoes and walk to a late night convenience store and wait out the stars there. You explain yourself to the cashier and they let you loiter in the store.

But you can't keep the flowers out of your head.

Your phone is only at 28% so you don't have much time to mess around on there.

It takes about 8 minutes but you finally find the flowers that were ‘given’ to you…

Red Salvia…

You really weren't crazy…

Thanks for reading <3

Totally forgot I wrote this.... My bad gang...

Also don't worry about the inconsistencies, I wrote this like 6 months ago and only updated a little bit.

[dailulu]

New year, new König sketch 👑

[konigofmyheart]

bedtime with könig

(MDNI, gn!reader, suggestive, consensual touching while asleep)

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könig loves when you wear silk pjs to bed. that’s when you really become a touchpad for him. he does his usual routine: admiring the softness of your hair, pressing the softest kisses to your lips, then delicately tracing each of your fingers before pulling your body against him, needing you as close as possible even in sleep. his relaxing touch has you dozing off, but the silk pjs tempt him too much, just like you wanted. he toys with the fabric, making it wrinkle and fold before smoothing it back out perfectly, the roughness of his hands gliding over your waist and tummy with ease. he loves how delicate the silk feels, hardly able to believe that he’s lucky enough to have a pretty, soft thing like you. the cute little noises you make in your sleep, leaning in to his touch as his fingers brush over your thinly clothed nipples is just another plus…

[machveil]

my baby boy would

when spiders put their little pedipalps together

[baohanhanesel]

@wanderingquill UPDATED THE FIC! TYSM FOR THE COMMISSION

You should check out the new chapter.

The fic is about Ghostprice and the side Korangi 😉

[shouliyouba]

😚

[koeni9in]

Ayo, I put so fucking much effort in this, animated and shit. Only for the program to deny export. Here, have a low quality screen record xD

[iloveoutlinesiswear]

Perfection.

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..

[microwavablefork]

you know the fandom’s good when i wanna be in a relationship with every mf single character at the same time

[machveil]

a sad, wet daily König sketch😔✨