#cod konig

[oaksgrove]

Unexpected Reaction

Pairing: König x Reader

Synopsis: When König notices you sitting in your car long after arriving home, he knows something is wrong. Your tear-streaked face and the envelope clutched in your hands confirm it.

Word Count: 1094 

Warnings: Emotional distress, mentions of pregnancy, implied anxiety, and self-doubt.

König had been humming to himself in the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of his knife chopping vegetables keeping him in an easy rhythm. The scent of rosemary and garlic filled the house, warm and comforting, but what truly brought him peace was the sight of your car pulling into the garage.

You were home.

He glanced at the clock, a little surprised at the time but happy nonetheless. He turned his attention back to dinner, confident you’d come through the door any second with one of your sweet greetings. He allowed himself a small smile as he wiped his hands on a dish towel and stirred the pot on the stove. You were usually quick to burst through the door with your cheerful energy, always bringing a little extra light into the house after your day. He waited, listening for the familiar sound of your keys and the click of the door opening.

But minutes passed, and the house remained quiet. Setting the knife down, he moved to the window again, wiping his hands on a towel. That’s when he saw you.

You were still sitting in the car, your hands gripping the steering wheel, your head bowed. He couldn’t see your face, but your posture told him everything—something was wrong.

After a moment, you slowly opened the car door, stepping out with an envelope clutched tightly in your hands. You hesitated, standing in the driveway as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders. His heart twisted when he saw your face—your nose red, your eyes puffy, as though you’d been crying for a long time.

König felt his throat tighten. His heart, so used to beating steady and sure in his chest, now raced with unease. You weren’t coming inside.

He moved to the door, hovering in the entryway as the sound of your keys jingled. Finally, the door opened, and you stepped in, your red nose and puffy eyes striking him like a blow.

“Schatz?” His voice was soft but thick with concern. His towering frame filled the doorway, his head tilting as he scanned your face. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

You stood there, frozen, as if rooted in place. The envelope in your hands trembled slightly, but you said nothing. You couldn’t—your throat felt tight, your chest heavy.

“Liebling, talk to me,” König urged gently, his accent thickening with his worry. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, but the movement was so slight, it was barely there. Your lips trembled as you tried to form words, but you couldn’t seem to get them out. Instead, you extended the envelope toward him, your hands shaking.

He took it from you gently, his massive hands dwarfing the small piece of paper. His brows furrowed as he looked down at it. “What is this?” he asked, his voice cautious, uncertain.

You didn’t answer. You just stood there, your arms wrapping around yourself as if trying to hold yourself together, only watching him as the seconds stretched unbearably as he opened the envelope, carefully pulling out the papers inside. His eyes scanned the first line, and his breath hitched audibly.

And then, his hand stilled.

König’s body went still, his sharp blue eyes darting back to the top of the page. He read it again, as if needing confirmation, and when he finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his expression was a mixture of shock and something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re…” His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief.

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. “I’m pregnant,” you said, your voice cracking. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, the words rushing out in a desperate tumble. “I know we agreed to wait, and this wasn’t supposed to happen now, but I—”

“Wait,” he interrupted, his voice soft but firm. “Stop.”

The single word silenced you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you’d made a terrible mistake. Hesitantly, you looked up, your blurry vision clearing just enough to see his face.

He was smiling.

It wasn’t a small smile—it was the kind of smile that lit up his entire face, his sharp features softening into something almost boyish. He laughed, a soft, disbelieving sound, and his hands moved to cup your face.

“König?” you whispered, confused by the way his expression had softened, his blue eyes bright with wonder.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, as if tasting the word for the first time. His hands moved to your face, cradling it gently as his thumb brushed a stray tear from your cheek. “We’re having a baby?”

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling. “I’m so sorry, König. I didn’t know how to tell you—”

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t. Please.”

“But we weren’t ready,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. 

“Ready?” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “Schatz, how could anyone ever be ready for something like this?” He took a deep breath, his hands steady as they framed your face.

His words shattered the wall you’d been holding up for days. A sob escaped your lips, and you leaned into his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close, his broad hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I thought you’d be angry.” you admitted through your tears.

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he kissed your forehead tenderly. “Oh, mein Schatz… How could I be angry? This is…” His voice faltered, his emotions catching up to him. 

You buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky laugh through your tears.

His arms enveloped you, holding you close as your tears soaked into his shirt. But now they weren’t just tears of worry—they were tears of relief, of disbelief, of cautious joy.

“You’re sure you’re not mad?” you asked again, your voice small as you pressed your face into his chest.

“Of course I’m sure,” he said firmly, his lips pressing to the top of your head. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression so full of love it made your knees weak. “You’re everything to me. And now, there’s going to be more of you.” His thumbs brushing against your cheekbones.

“What do we do now?” you asked, your voice quiet but no longer trembling.

“Now,” König said, his voice full of conviction, “we celebrate. And tomorrow, we’ll start figuring out everything else. Together.”

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[mossygirl333]

Pudding and Martini with Konig

AN: Ofc Anon!

Bakery Order: Pudding - “Well, well, well, look at what we have here.” + Martini - Mafia AU

Bosses daughter!reader x rival!mafia!Konig

Tw/Cw: autistic!Konig, bold!reader, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, voyeurism, slight gun play

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!!

Your father.

It was a touchy subject when spoken about intimately. But easy to leverage, his name spat out as a curse. It was easy to get what you wanted when being the daughter of a well known Mafia boss. A crime family that practically ruled the streets of Austria.

Well, not completely.

Konig.

His family also struck fear into the hearts of anyone who heard the whispers. And Konig, their boss's son was the meanest one. Brutal in his work, meaty hands the size of dinner plates, cold blue eyes sharp with rage, tall and looming. That was how they described him.

He was cocky. A true bastard to anyone that passed by, he liked to leverage his power as much as you did. You two weren't much different.

Maybe you could sympathize with him. The blood on his hands, the rage he held in his heart. It felt good to have someone who would understand.

And those eyes, those sapphire hued eyes that twitched and ached with agony and self-loathing. Oh how they softened when they saw you.

It wasn't like it was a secret relationship, well it was. Running off onto abandoned places, hiding away in unknown bars and kissing behind doors. He made you laugh, made you smile.

You didn't understand why the world could hate him when it was so easy for you to love him.

But for the sake of all else you held dear, it must be behind closed doors.

-

Your heels clicked against the street lined cobblestone, hips swaying gently. The cold Austrian breeze bit at your nose, making you hug your fur coat a bit closer.

The noise of the nightclub grew louder, a firm knock ringing against the door. It slid open, the buzz of music and drunk patrons rang in your ear like an annoying fly.

"You got a name kleines Mädchen?" (little girl). The bouncer tilted his head, most likely apart of Konigs family, light ruddy brown hair and blue eyes, stereotypical for them.

"My name is 🏻🏻🏻🏻🏻🏻...Daughter of Boss 🏻🏻🏻🏻🏻." You snobbishly say, crossing your arms. "Can I come in? I need to speak to the son."

He pauses for a moment, before taking you inside. You walked behind him, a sour expression on your face (perfected to hide the butterflies starting to well up in your belly). It wasn't the first time you had come to see him.

You walked up the stairs, finally stopping at his office door. Rapping 4 times (the secret code you two made up) and stepping back to wait. A heavy sound, followed by footsteps were all you heard until he opened the door. His mask was on, eyes meeting yours. You could almost imagine the smile his shirt hid.

"Come in." His voice was rough, his brother was standing too close for him to act soft (yet). "Go away Kilgore." He shooed the younger man away and tugged you inside.

The door clicked, closing behind you as his warm hand rested on your lower back. Stabilizing you as you slipped off your heels. "kleine Maus, It's cold out. Why wear such skimpy clothes?" He tilts his head, wide eyes following you as you collapse onto his couch.

"For you." You mumble, meeting his gaze and pulling up your dress a little bit to show your thighs, playfully circling the gun strapped to it.

He blushes a little, shifting timidly. "You look nice.." He sits next to you, easily hoisting you up into his lap. "But the gun?"

You giggle, lifting up his mask to whisper in his ear. "Thought you'd like it. Loaded too...The danger, the way my heart would race-" Your breathing hitches a little, tracing your nails across his twitching abs. His hands slowly settle onto your hips, letting you take off his face covering. Thick auburn hair was tied back low, wide eyes full of excitement. "kleine Maus.."

"Hm?" You tilt your head, tapping your chin. "Are you excited baby-" He pushes you down onto the couch, ripping the gun from your holster and resting it on your pulse.

"Don't tease me..." He mumbles, gazing at your flushed face. Gently trace the cool metal across your collarbone, thumb sliding off the safety. "When I could just kill you."

you laugh, baring your neck to him and rubbing his massive biceps. "Yeah..I know. That's the fun of it."

Your lips meet his and he tosses the gun aside, burying his fingers into your hair. Slipping his tongue into your mouth as he paws at your hips, mumbling a little.

You swing your legs up, wrapping around his waist and pinning him against you. A laugh leaving your lips as he hitches, shifting a little to pull down your panties - now slick with arousal.

He unbuckles his belt awkwardly, one hand still buried in your lockers. Wriggling a little until his cock sprang out and slapped against your thigh. "I love you." He mumbles, pressing his lips to your forehead as his tip finds its way into your entrance.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel.

Konig was a big man in all aspects. Which made having sex with him a little difficult. He huffed a little, caging you in as he sunk in a few inches, throbbing and pulsating against your walls.

His lips trail to your temple, whimpering a little when you clench around him. Sucking him in a bit deeper. "You feel so good kleine Maus...my Schatz..."

he finally bottoms out, panting into your neck as he slowly thrusts into you. Growing more and more rough, eyes growing blurry with tears of pleasure. “S-so much…”

Your fingernails clench into his shoulders, feeling the knotted tense muscles there, holding as he slams his hips into yours. Thick heavy thighs dragging against your ass.

His tip twitches, veins throbbing inside of your pulsating cunt. Feeling his skin welt up because of your nails.

“m’gonna cum…” you whine, the slick squelching noises growing louder and louder until the coil in your belly snaps.

thick ropes of cum and frothy arousal mix up between the two of you, his hips stuttering to a stop as he lays there against you, shaky and teary eyed. “…i can’t keep this a secret anymore.”

[moonlitalien]

Dwisesz on Twitter posted a screenshot of unmasked König and ohhh my goddd. a baby boy if I've ever seen one

[goarristars]

tehe

Cod and cats

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Margaritas

[pinkslaystation]

Please we need second part where reader successfully escape and make a run to her parent's alone, your toxic König is too good and amazing well written 😭😭💖

toxic! König x Reader - [King and Prince: My Escape] THANK YOU!! i planned to make a bunch of one-shots under this AU, but this received a lot of love and continuation requests so here it is! I'm also finally finished with exams and coursework, so I'm actually able to breathe a bit now- oh, oh. Never mind, 2nd term starts next week, okay. Trigger warning: Kidnapping, mentions of reader's mental health, poorly translated German (oh how I love you so DeepL.com and ChatGPT) There's also a poem that's mentioned here: "Der Erlkönig" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, written in 1782. I recommend checking it out, it's a short, yet chilling read!

"Wo ist sie, verdammt?" [where the hell is she?] König mutters to himself, his voice laced with frustration and hurt.

He looks at the now empty ropes with no sign of his wife, huffing at the lack of her presence. In contrast, Leon giggles as he latches onto his father's head whilst sitting on his shoulders.

"Mama's playing a game with us, papa!" He says enthusiastically.

"Was meinst du damit?" [what do you mean?]

Leon hums in mock confusion, "Vielleicht will sie, dass wir sie erwischen." [maybe she wants us to catch her].

It's 9 P.M. and you've running in the middle of a field in nothing but an over-sized sweatshirt and joggers. Of course that fucker decided to tie you up in a basement in the middle of fucking nowhere. In fact, you don't even recall him ever owning that property, something similar to an abandoned farmhouse. But I guess the only animal getting played here...would be you.

You're questioning all the other things he might have hidden from you...other properties...maybe other women...and what's the deal with your son?

"Leon honey, listen. Mama's going to get out of here, and after that we're going to go somewhere safe, okay? We'll go to your grandparents, I'll take you home, okay?" You sweat out, exhausted after numerous times of pulling at the ropes.

"But I'm already home." Leon smiles eerily. There's something broken in that kid, you think. The way he smiles with no emotion makes you fear for your life.

You try to caress the top of his head but the ropes dig at the possibly infected gashes on your wrists, making you hiss in response.

"Mama, you're bleeding." He state inquisitively, grabbing your wrists to examine them.

Groaning at the new contact, you curse out, "FUCK. Leon, stop. Just get me out of this, please sweetie-"

You breath hitches at his expression.

A deep toothy grin is plastered on his face.

"Red's always been mine and papa's favourite colour."

When you're eye catches his red beaded bracelet, the one mirrors König's, a part of you had to come to terms with losing both your husband and your son.

"Stupid kid, should have had a daughter..." You whisper to no one in particular, stretching over thorny bushes and rocks.

You can't tell how long it's been in that room, could be days, could be weeks, but the moment you left the house, it felt like taking a breathe of fresh air for the very first time.

"König, pleas-"

"Schnuki, quiet please, I'm trying to read Leon a poem." König scolds you, whilst sitting on the floor against the wall with Leon resting on his chest. For some reason, they both like to spend time with you.

By spending time with you, that means going about their day, in your presence...just, without paying any attention to you.

"König, I need to fucking piss again."

"Es war eine kalte, dunkle Nacht, und ein Vater ritt mit seinem kleinen Sohn durch einen nebligen Wald." He reads, completely shutting your needs out. [it was a cold, dark night, and a father was riding with his little son through a foggy forest.]

"Kö..." You drag out the syllables to see whether that would make a difference to his reactions. It doesn't.

"Der Junge klammerte sich ängstlich an seinen Vater und flüsterte-" [The boy clung fearfully to his father and whispered-]

Leon speaks out now, clutching his father's shirt as he sleepily recites from the book, "Papa, siehst du ihn nicht? Dort, zwischen den Bäumen! Der Erlkönig ruft nach mir!“ ["Papa, don’t you see him? There, between the trees! The Erlking is calling me!"]

The two giggle at their reenactment.

As they continue their story, the loudly spoken story begins to anger you, for days you've been practically caged in the room, forced to listen to such mundane tasks. Reading a story before bedtime (but they happen to sleep upstairs with actual beds, leaving you to practically rot downstairs), or when König decides to blast his tunes whilst working out, or even when Leon simply chooses to study right in of your shivering body in the afternoon.

"DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE FUNCTIONING EARS?" You scream.

In a instant, König flashes his eyes on you as Leon flinches at the tone of your stern voice.

There's a moment of silence, a quiet battle between you and König, who seems to want to rip your vocal cords and shove them into a book to read about to his son.

"Was haben Sie gerade gesagt?" [what did you just say?] He murmurs with his eyebrows furrowed.

When you don't respond, your son decides to speak up for you.

He turns his head around to berate you, "Sprich dich aus." [speak up]

Your gaze turns to the floor as you watch droplet after droplet hit the surface, "...why."

There's no response. Perhaps, they didn't hear you or perhaps they simply don't know.

"Why are you doing this to me. All I wanted was a husband and a son that respected me. What the fuck did I do to deserve such a shitty family?!"

Before you know it, you begin wailing at the end of your outburst, tears rapidly streaming down your aching cheeks. You look up at the pair, hoping to feign any sense of remorse or sympathy.

But you're met with none.

"Maybe if you hadn't broken this family, you could have got what you wanted."

You're not too sure who spoke, at that point it seems like both father and son began to share a twisted mind.

A large vehicle drives by you and you let out a sigh, maybe there is an escape for you after all.

"Wait! Wait for me!"

The look of pity the driver gives you as you ask them for a lift wasn't as bad as the ones your own family have been giving you for the past few days, so you don't complain. Instead you give a vague description of your parent's house, your childhood home.

With a deep breathe, you make your way to safety, and for a second, you allow sleep to evade you that night. A sleep so deep, you don't hear the quiet ring of a phone...

"Hallo König. Ja, sie ist bei mir. Du hattest recht. Ja, sei einfach da, ich bringe sie in 20 Minuten vorbei." [hello konig. yes, she's with me. you were correct. yes just be there, i'll drop her off in 20 minutes.]

"Miss, we're here. Miss-" The voice urges you to wake up, poking your shoulder as if you were roadkill.

With a groan you awaken, at the sight of your parents house, safety as last.

You thank the driver for troubling him, and for getting blood on his seats, "I'm sorry I don't have anything to repay you with...if you give me a minute, I can run in and get you some cash?" You ask, apologetically.

The stranger shakes his head, "No need, payments been taken care of already."

Oh. Okay, cool.

You squint your eyes in confusion, but choose to brush it off, it's been days since you've engaged in human interaction, maybe you just forgot the small quirky things a person can say.

"...okay, thanks again."

"Bis ich dich wiedersehe." [until i see you again.]

You stop midstep, looking back at the stranger, but he's already hit the pedals and driven off without a trace. That was German, right? See you again?

It seems like a coincidence, and you want to brush it off, but the way he spoke mimicked König's dialect a little too well....Many people speak German though...

You reach the door of your parent's house, admiring yourself in the reflection of the door. A frail being, dressed in tattered clothing, with blood marks decorating your wrist. Afraid of being bombarded with questions, you pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt down and re-tie your hair into something more acceptable.

The door opens and your met with the relieved look of your poor mother.

"Sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay!" She pulls you into a bone crushing hug, with her face tucked tightly into your shoulder.

Humming against her, you question her, "I'm okay...wait, how did you know? Where's dad?"

"He's okay sweetheart, he's in the living room. But don't think you're off the hook, now that you've come back." She smiles, kissing your forehead, as she guides you through the house.

You scoff, "What do you mean?"

"Running away is a serious matter, don't take it lightly, sweetheart. How do you think we've all felt? I understand, if you're you know..." She starts.

"...Know what?"

"You know, you've become a little..." She spins her finger around her ear in a circular motion, "I guess...cuckoo! Um...but don't worry, we're already looking into treatments."

You stare at her blankly, stopping her, "Ma. I'm fine. W-what- I'm not crazy, where on Eart-"

Every muscle in your body flinches.

It's like your body hit flight or fight mode but instead decided to switch off. You've never remembered a time where your mind has ever been so silent, but I guess now counts.

Those blue eyes.

2 pairs.

Staring back at you, soullessly.

Not a word is spoken.

And yet both your parents seem to be gleaming at the scene, of what looks like a family reuniting.

Family.

If that's even what this is.

"Why did you run away from us, schatz?" [darling]

You can't distinguish between your husband and your son.

"We've missed you."

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maybe… könig who inexplicably is (and i will not be challenged on this) a cat person!! back at home, he’s got two cats, both of whom tend to turn their noses up at other people-except for you. his relatively new- especially given that he struggles with people *cough* women *cough*-girlfriend. he expects his cats to treat you like they treat everyone, quiet distaste and complete disinterest in being around you. to his shock, his cats seem to think you’re fine; they actually quite like you. i’d imagine this would stir some intense feelings in our giant austrian man… however u choose to go with that :P

it’s okay if this ask is too specific!! just thought i’d throw it out there because i miss my kitty so bad:(

This is so unbelievably cute! gosh I can't. just imagine this big brute of a man coming home from his big manly job to just have two pure fluff balls waiting for his arrival. and i totally agree he is most definitely a cat man, he loves when a cat comes running to him when he's out and he makes the kissy sound at them.

Hope you enjoy💕

This big brute of a man, who just has to step into a room and it doesn't take long for him to have people cowering underneath his gaze, this man who's classed as a literal battering ram at his big boy job.

How two little black voids waiting for him at home, two little voids that come running when they hear the key hit the lock, who are ready and waiting for when the door swings open and their owner is on the other side. greeting him with many meows as he struggles to make it through the door without trampling anyone as they weave in between his legs.

Desperately waiting for him to sit down so they can jump straight into his lap. Rubbing their heads in to him as they purr loudly. Happy to have their dad home and safe.

König found them out back of his apartment complex when they were just tiny little things, he almost didn't see them until a little meow caught his attention. And there they were, huddled together trying to shelter from the rain by some bins where two tiny little kittens, shivering together from the cold.

His heart broke at the sight, and without even thinking about it he scooped them both up pulling them close to his chest as he carried them to his apartment. König actually ended up phoning and saying he had some sort of flu and he couldn't come to work just so he could stay home and be there for when his new babies needed their next feed.

This massive man with a tiny kitten in one hand and an even smaller animal bottle in the other as he made it his mission to keep these babies alive.

So with them having spent their life with König always around they are very attached and even more protective of their dad. If König has some of the team come back to his, they won't pay any attention to them. purposely waiting for them to crouch down to say hello for them to stick their noses in the air and walk away with their tails held high.

(They're sassy little things)

Refusing to go anywhere near their dads friends. if they sit on the same sofa as them they'll get up and go lay on the other one. sometimes even going as far as leaving the room all together. waiting for them to leave before coming back out.

König eventually came to the conclusion that it would always be like this and just to accept it no matter how much he asked them not to (i believe this man fully talks to them like actual children)

That was until König brought you home. He'd been on a few dates with you coming back with a smile plastered across his face each time. But this time you both decided that a nice chilled out evening together would be nice, just to order some food, put some shitty show on the TV and enjoy each other's company. So that's what you both did.

Now König did tell you that he owned two cats, and when your face lit up with this news he couldn't help but warn you that they aren't too keen on strangers and that they can actually be quite rude.

so with this knowledge in mind when he answered the door to you, the cats already scowling at the sound of the doorbell. You greet König, giving him a soft peck to his cheek before sitting down in the living room and not paying them any attention.

Now this is what gets their attention. Becoming so used to people begging for their attention to now have someone come in and not even be fazed by their presence had them getting up from their cuddle pile and investigating.

With König in the kitchen trying to locate the menu of the local takeaway down the road, he's completely unaware of the events unfolding in his living room.

One cat coming right up to you and giving you a good old sniff, sniff of your hand, sniff of your arm. getting an understanding of this new person. The other one just sits next to you and stares. eyeing you up. almost in a challenging way. but you just sit, not attempting to pet them you just let them do their thing.

And next thing you know you've got one nudging its head into your hand asking for a good scratch behind the ear before laying down next to you, purring loudly. as the other one slowly clambers its way into your lap, curling itself into a ball and going back to sleep.

When König finally enters the room with a menu in hand he's dumbfounded at the sight in front of him. never did he think he'd see his cats loving up on someone that wasn't him, yet here they are purring away as they cuddle up next to you.

(almost feeling a bit betrayed by them)

The sight of the scene in front of him had his insides doing something weird inside of him. He's never felt this feeling before, it's like a load of butterflies just hatched inside of him and are flying about the place. His pulse quickening, heart beating faster than before. as he stares at the three of you all together in his living room.

He's not sure what's happening to him but he's not complaining.

(i wrote this in an hour because the words just kept flowing, i couldn't stop. i just kept writing. might have to write about cat dad Konig more in the future because i love this🤭)

[whocaresabouttactical]

eat me whole

[dmitriene]

cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

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[amaranthinespirit]

könig is determined to breed you (p!link)

his pace isn't nice, its straight mean as he pounds his thick, meaty cock into your drooling warmth, desperate to put a baby in your womb. he's not gentle about it either, mind racing and going dumb at the thought, hastily working to make it happen.

your tummy bulges with the way he sheathes his entire bulbous cock in your tight hole, spongy walls constricting around him, feeling every ridge and vein as you hug him tight. his angry, red tip punches against your cervix, ready to spurt his thick load into your sweet cunt.

he knows you'll let him, you'll let him do whatever he wants as he fucks you stupid, jackhammering deeper and deeper with relentless pace. the backs of your thighs reddening and your plush rear bouncing against his hips. his full balls slap against your clit, making you cry out into the bedding, saliva leaking from your lips.

above you, he moans incessantly, pussy-drunk and whipped as he mindlessly humps you, large, rough hands grabbing at your hips, so tight it might bruise.

he mumbles words you can't quite hear, feeling drooling saliva drip from his lips down onto your bare shoulder, running down your back. his jaw is slack, head tilted back and pupils blown.

it doesn't take long for him to fill you full of his seeds, spurting thick ropes of his white, creamy cum to fill your sweet pussy, coating your walls and leaving you full and satisfied. he pulls out to watch it drip out of you, calloused hands pulling your cheeks apart as he watches your slit leak with his release and drip onto the bed. he takes two thick fingers, smearing it across your folds before fucking it back inside you, hoping it takes.

[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..

[stargirlstabber]

imagine könig, the big man he is, slamming his massive dick in and out of you, not caring if it 'doesn't fit'. he will make it fit. he will. he'll manhandle you into various positions, the ones he wants to fuck you in that moment. you'll probably start crying by the time he chases his second release or when he decides to fill both of your tight holes and pushes a dildo or a plug into you. or maybe a vibrator. it really depends on his mood and how good you've been for him. squirming away won't help if he's balls deep into your sloppy cunt, the grip his massive hands have on you holds you like you're a doll to him. which you are.

[yawnderu]

Sex Pollen — König x Reader

"I'm sorry, mein Engel." König whined out as he kept ramming into you, your moaning mixed with his low groaning and soft whines whenever he overestimulated himself. He came inside you four times already, yet the effects of the gas you both accidentally inhaled had him hard as a rock. He couldn't stop even if he wanted, even when you were asking him to stop for a second so your abused cunt could take a break.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... it feels too good to stop. Ah, scheiße... like that." His big gloved hands guided your hips up and down, thrusting up to meet you halfway as his head dropped back against the wall, eyes closed as he focused on feeling your wet cunt wrap tightly around his fat dick. Truth to be told, he wanted his first time with you to be special. He wanted to invite you out on a date and if he got lucky, he wanted to have a romantic love-making session with you, yet here he is; moving your much smaller body up and down his cock, using your pussy to jerk himself off, filling you up like nothing.

"Mein Gott... you're so tight." He hisses out, grabbing your hips before he manages to get up with his dick still inside you. Your arms wrap around his neck for support as he begins to fuck into you like a madman, using your much smaller body as if you're nothing but a fleshlight. The mask is still hiding his face, yet you can imagine just how pretty his face looks simply by looking at the desperate look in his eyes as his gaze narrows.

"Just... give me one more, schätzchen, one more and I'll stop." It was probably a lie. His dick was still rock-hard, and his body couldn't get enough of you. The drug left his body the first time he came, yet he couldn't stop himself from being inside you. All those times he spent jerking off to the thought of you, whenever you accidentally touched him, whenever you looked at him, whenever he heard your voice, the one time he was able to get a hold of your used panties, all those moments of waiting patiently were worth it in the end.

"Verdammt." He muttered softly as he felt your pussy cramping down on him, burying his face on your neck as he began muttering pure non-sense in German, pushing his dick all the way inside so your cervix welcomed his 5th load. He let out a deep groan, holding you close as your cunt milked him dry.

[gojosprettyprincess]

❝​REPAYMENT​❝

Synopsis - Oh no! What happens when the big, massive strong man that saved you during a very dangerous war, wants something from you in return for his bravery?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!reader

Warnings - Dub-con, mentions of killing people, creampie, ass play, size kink, he stuffs his gloves in your mouth, he's possessive, mentions about keeping you with him. Dark content. this was kinda rushed so sorry for any errors!!

Art credits @umkochannart on twitter!

A/n - I NEED HIM, SOMEONE PLEASE

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“Oh my— fuck! Sir, please we shouldn't be doing this, someone might see!” you stammered, legs trembling as your panties lazily pooled around your ankles. You mewled at the feeling of his hard, cold gear slapping against the mound of your ass, making the flesh ripple against his clothed pelvis. You keened as the wooden table dug into your stomach as you held onto the edge for dear life.

His cock was so thick and long—perfectly curved as it stretches open your tight, compressed walls to alter his girth. He grunts, feeling your tight little pussy eagerly fluttering around his invasive dick as you blabber on and on about your little worries about getting caught. Of course, you minded that a stranger man was destroying your pussy, but that was the least of your worries right now. The thought of getting caught and someone seeing your vulnerable self—almost naked, being pounded against a small table in the supply room by a big solider that's fully clothed, except for the crotch of his pants that's zipped down to free his aching cock, that's currently having your cunt drooling—making a mess all over his thick combat pants, made your mind hazy and your cunt throbbing in both excitement and frustration.

“Aww don't worry bout' that darling—I’ll just kill them for you so they won't say anything, will that be better?” he chuckles, his gloved hands digging into your hips as he deeply thrusts himself inside your dripping pussy relentlessly, fucking every single brain cell out of you. For someone who is “scared”, your pussy sure as hell was soaked and aroused.

He smirked under his skull mask at the feeling of your sweet pussy throbbing in tight circles around his cock to his words. “Oh? What a dirty little slut, does my talking about killing people make you horny? Such a sick little bitch, this pussy is clenching around me like it's fucking addicted to my cock, you a virgin, darling?”

Your eyebrows furred together at his sick wordings, you felt on the verge of losing your mind as the feeling of pure pleasure clouded your mind. “No, M’not!” you whimpered out, your tits grazing against the wooden table as your gushy pussy leaked all over his veiny shaft, every thrust had your pussy coating his cock even more with your filthy juices—as if you were enjoying it, or maybe you were?

“Oh yeah? Well, your cunt sure is fucking tight and warm—squeezing me so hard for someone that's a whore, whaddya say I keep you here and split open this little pussy whenever I feel like it?” he chuckles darkly, a huge palm slapping your bouncing ass as it jiggles against him, you moaned, tears prickling at your tear line as his thick, filled balls slaps against your poor clit, creating even more friction that had you seeing stars.

“No! Sir—can't, you promised you'll let me go after this!” you muttered, feeling so stuffed by the big man’s cock. “Shh, shhh I'm just joking with you doll” he laughs wickedly, perverted eyes moving down to where the two of you were lewdly connected. His eyes fixated on your other little neglected hole, which's already coated with some slick from your pussy. He eagerly pulled off one of his gloves and placed it on the table. You jolted unexpectedly when he stuffed a thumb deep into your mouth, he pressed his weighted chest onto your smaller back—getting closer to you as he whispered, “Get it all wet and lubed up, it's for your own good, darling”, you were confused and oblivious to what he'd be needing his thumb for but obeyed him anyways, not wanting to make the big man angry.

You whirled your tongue around his finger, making sure to get as much spit on it as possible. After, you hummed, letting him know that you were done. He pulled his finger out, sticky drips of spit coating him. Your eyes widen with fear when you felt his fat thumb circling your virgin asshole, he spreads the spit all over the shy, fluttering hole before sinking it in little by little. “Fuck! Sir—please be gentle, never had anything in there!” You yelled as you cried out in pain of your untouched hole getting stretched out. He quickly picked up his glove and shoved it into your mouth when there were footsteps heard thumping outside the room. “For heaven's sake, please shut the fuck up or I’ll really kill someone. I'm not joking darling. You’re mine now and I won't let other eyes see what's mine” he said in a stern tone. He hissed lowly at the feeling of your asshole swallowing his whole thumb in, all the way to the hilt.

“Such a tight little asshole, M’honored I’ll be the first one to break open this pretty ass”. Your muffled cries got louder as he pounded his hefty cock harder into your pussy, making it gushing all over him as he fucked out more and more juices out of your body. Soon the pain turned into pleasure as he started wiggling his thumb inside of you, feeling it exploring your tight walls. Your moan grew sweeter and more fucked out as you felt your orgasm washing over you—his huge cock tip nudging against your G-spot bullyingly, making your mind hazy. He felt it—felt the way your pussy grew more wetter and tighter around his length, taking him in all the way in as he pants. “Fuck darling are you gonna cum? Go on baby, you can cum, cum all over my cock, you slut”. He ordered, letting his thumb hooked into your butthole as he uses three other fingers to rub wet circles around your clit.

You moaned out, standing on your tippy toes as you clenched both holes tighter around him, making him hiss as you squirted all over him—your filthy mess splattering all over his uniform and gear as he fucks more and more juices out of your dirty pussy. He groaned loudly as you made a mess all over him—he never had someone squirting on him before, so it drove him fucking crazy. He lands slap after slap on your ass cheeks—making the flesh red as you whimpered. “Such a messy little whore, you really squirted on a random man you don't even know? You really are a little slut, I'm definitely keeping you darling” he laughs out, feeling his orgasm following him. “I’m gonna stuff this cute little pussy so full of my seed, gonna drain it so deep inside you baby, it'll come out your mouth” The whole room reeked of sex as he towered over you, his massive cock snugly engulfed by your little pussy, so tight and warm for him. He moans louder, splitting out a few curses as he pulled out his thumb out of your ass, making your little hole wink at him at the loss of his finger. He used both hands to grip your hips, holding you steady as he used your body as a little fuckdoll, manhandling your little body to meet his cock halfway as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

“No please! Sir not insi-” Too late, hot ropes of warm sticky cum spurted into your poor hole, filling it up as your eyes roll back. “Fuckkk, ohh fuckk yesss, such a good little cumslut for me” he moaned out with ecstasy as he emptied into your warm pussy—after so long.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stilled himself into you. He bent over once again, his chest and gear touching your back as he whispered to you. “Don't worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you, will fucking kill anyone if they dare look in your direction. You'll be mine forever, pretty”.

[konigsblog]

Car sex with mean, older-boyfriend!König. (🌽 link)

König wouldn't even think about allowing you to leave his watchful and protective sight without pumping you full of his thick, hot semen first. He doesn't want anyone to have you while he's gone and you're tipsy and easily manipulated, to take his sweet and precious girlfriend. He drives his thick, well-built hips directly into your rear repetitively, plunging his fat and girthy boner deep into your slick, sticky hole on repeat while grunting hoarsely beside your ear, all while you moan out König's name between shaky breathing and pleased whines.

He growls out at the mesmerising and addictive sight of you like this; your plush and soft thighs pried wide open by König's bare hands, your legs wrapped around his broad waist, and your dress rolled up, giving him access to all of your tight holes. Your waterline brims with tears and your vision quickly becomes foggy and blurry. You can practically feel König deep within your stomach, and your attempt at holding back your tears becomes a struggle with him stretching your tight cunt out like this. Your velvety, smooth walls pulse and throb around his sweaty, filthy dick while he presses his creamy cockhead into your warm cervix, hitting places you've never felt before. König is fully aware that he's fucking you into stupidity with each thrust, as you babble and mumble out a string of pleas, begging for your sweet and desperate orgasm as you feel yourself inching closer and closer to that sweet release.

“That’s it, keep going, Mein Herz... Du gehörst mir.” He grumbles out between strained groans, his half-lidded eyes never leaving your soft figure. To say that König is overprotective of you is a massive understatement. He's fully aware and concerned of the attractive, younger men out there that could easily take his place. Your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably, your fingers grasping at your surroundings as you feel König's sensitive, thick tip slam into you one last time, shooting hot and milky ropes of his sticky arousal deep within your gummy walls, dragging an orgasm out of you in the process.

You leave that car with globs of König's cum wandering down your thigh and a tender, loving kiss pressed on his flushed cheek and soft lips. At least everybody will know not to touch you with another man's cum staining and coating your panties.