#könig brain rot

[phasing-through-walls]

"Just one more, mein Hase, ja?"

(ambigious pronouns [you/yours]; afab anatomy) (dub-con???) He mumbled where he kneeled, words muffled under the sound of the running shower and his face buried in your pussy, chin and stubble covered in a glistening layer of your juices. He'd been at this for hours now and your hips already ached from the position, having to keep your legs spread to accomodate for his huge figure. Yet you knew better than to take his word for it. He had said the same thing an hour ago, even moved you to the shower to help you clean up and yet here you were, a thigh resting on Königs' shoulder while he ravaged you like a starved animal, seemingly unable to get his hands off you. Your legs felt like jelly, the constant stimulus making it hard to stay upright. Your leg had began to shake, threatening to give out underneath you. You were sure he'd at least allow you to sit and slowly tried to pull away, to lower your leg, but his free hand only snaked around your trembling thigh to keep you in place. "No, no. You cannot run. Not from König", he hummed and you could practically hear the wolfish grin in his words while he manhandled you to get an even better angle, your other leg barely touching the ground. "Just... rest now. Let me do all the work, darling. Just relax", he coaxed softly, dipping his tongue into your hole before licking a long stripe up to your abused clit and giving it a gentle suckle, basking in your cries of pleasure. His calloused hands had a vice grip on your thighs, holding you spread open so you wouldn't dare deprive him of his meal. The sight of his massive palms against your legs made you clench around nothing; only resulting in another pleased groan from the man below. “Fuck. Look at you... So sweet. One more, yea? Just for me, mein Liebling", he groaned between licks, his hair dripping wet from the continuous downpour of water on the both of them; eyes hazy like he was enjoying nectar of the gods. Just when you were about to shake your head, he already pulled you closer again, . "Mmm... you can do it. You won’t even feel it. I promise. Just a little one? A small little orgasm just for me, yes?”, he mumbled to himself, his grip tightening, fingers slightly digging into the plush of your thighs. You could feel his nose nudge against your clit again and again; obscene sounds coming from below; leaving you no choice but to grab onto his hair and dissolve into a puddle of whimpers and whines.

[ghostybourbon]

let me just- *inhales* I NEED MY OWN KÖNIG DAMMIT *aggressive breathing* GIVE ME IT- WHERE IS MY KÖNIG? RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH EVERYONE AROUND ME HAS THEIR OWN AND I’M OVER HERE LONELY AF WATCHING THEY ASS BE HAPPY- please give me my own König, i’m gonna turn into a rock if you dont 🔫

[bunny-extract]

need that feral jealous konig so bad 😩

me too! Read this as an exploration of his severely malformed attachment issues…or as him being a horny freak both are valid.

So. König has a huge cuckhold fantasy where he's fucking you in front of your partner. Imagines that partner as Ghost because of course they do not get along, and of course you two do. Drives him absolutely mad, and he is not above taking that jealousy out on you.

His roughness would be sudden and unannounced, but not unwelcome. He'd take his time at your mouth, holds you firm by the hair because he knows how much you like when he gets mean. Works you up with his tongue licking against yours, his fingers pawing heavy at your chest while he thinks about Ghost watching. Could nearly feel the heat of his glare just then. Pissed, and as he should be.

Nobody should treat you so carelessly. Only König. Only to prove a point.

He'd undress you hastily. Hike your shirt up and pull your pants barely down your thighs before he's on you. Would use them to trap your legs together and bend you in half, your ass in the air.

The manhandling gets you hot, whining and reactive beneath him. You'd eat up the attention, and it's enough to make his cock twitch. If he really were taking you in front of your precious fucking lieutenant, König can imagine you'd be even wetter. Would surely ask to hang your pretty little head over the edge of the bed to get fucked. Christ, not that he'd let you. He's going to have Ghost watch, nothing else. König would sooner spill blood than share you like that.

Knees to your chest, he would make you spread yourself for him while he lines himself up. It's humiliating, makes König feel like he's fucking ravaging you when he finally sinks the tip in.

He almost rethinks not prepping you, but you beg him to keep going and he can't. Can't fucking listen to you when you say please. Smothers your mouth with his hand and sinks lower with the new angle.

It'd be slow, but he'd make a good show of pushing his cock into you, inch by inch by fucking inch. You'd feel it good the next morning, and maybe someone will notice the way you limp. How you wince over every bump in the road, when you bend low enough to feel the ache inside of you.

While he's fucking into you his muttering are desperate, promises of "I can make you feel this way whenever you want, you just have to ask." Imagines Ghost would have his throat for that, but his balls are fucking heavy and he's enjoying the way they pat against your ass. Uses the bounce of your body to fuck you silly on his cock.

“Feels so much better when I do it, hm? Like it better this way, don't you?" And you'd go along with it, eyes screwed tight in search of your orgasm. He'd fuck it out of you, hold you down with a hand over your neck, his thumb resting where your pulse is strongest.

He'd draw it out as long as he could, but his orgasm would hit him sudden and unstoppable. You'd still be riding aftershocks, spasming against him when he comes. Spills inside of you, and it's the best orgasm König thinks he's ever had. Watches your eyes go big and wide before they flutter, roll sinfully back behind your lashes.

"Heilige scheiße." And there's ropes of it dripping from his cock, tethering him to you. Drenching the dark hair along his inner thighs, slipping down your ass... Quite a mess, he thinks with a watering mouth.

Ghost would clean it up for you. For the both of you. In his fantasy, at least.

[konigceo]

kissing könig but he's holding u up to the wall and he's supporting ur entire body hnnmhshdh

also könig who piggy backs you and runs around like that and carries you princess style

könig also lets you borrow his sweaters n other clothes, his hoodies might as well be a dress;; you also let him borrow your clothes but they kinda just sit around his neck

instead of him wearing your clothes, he makes one of his masks out of your worn shirts (even better if it's like a cute patterned shirt)

[honey-dusang]

Icks I feel like some COD men would have

Keegan

When he washes off his eye black he lowkey looks like a kitten that accidentally dunked their face in milk. Every time that man washes his face he sounds like he’s fighting for his life to the point you’re tempted to buy some floaties

Graves

The type of man to smash the cake into his wife’s face at the wedding and gets pissy when she (obviously) isn’t too happy about it

König

Uses whatever soap on sale, usually it’s some horrendous 69 in 1 soap but his hair (the little he has) is somehow the most delectable texture

[shutuploser]

sure pinterest whatever.

[sundaygirl1111]

Der König

[medivalpersephone]

König the type of guy

[pippylaune]

Tell me you're reading mega amounts of fanfic without telling me you're reading mega amounts of fanfic, I'll go first...

I was in a base kitchen with König and he was making toast, he screamed and I saw the toaster was on fire but the toast wasn't burned. It was the wires at the back. I grabbed a wooden spoon and turned the switch off at the plug. The wires for the microwave had also caught fore but it seemed he'd also put a metal pan in that! It was all kinds of crazy! And I thought 'man you're so cute and sexy but you literally can't even make fucking toast without chaos!'

Then I woke up.

[kuddelmuddell]

god the temptation to write a king//heel fic

[konigsblog]

now all i can think about is virgin, college nerd könig and he's rotting my brain away. 🧠📚

he helps you on your studies, for a small favour in return. majority of the time he writes your essays for you, in return for a sloppy, messy blowjob or a nice, tight handjob.

and you're always so eager for it, like a dumb slag! bent over on all fours underneath his desk and fucking yourself back on his hard dick while he studies.

nerd könig probably wears glasses, and you just love to tease him by taking them away, only to be punished with a hard, relentless fucking. könig will whisper beside your ear degrading things, pulling your hips down against his fat, hot, bulbous cock while you apologise profusely and breathlessly for taunting him. near tears as he brutalises you for being horrible to your boyfriend!!

nerd könig will stuff your face into a textbook and tell you to study during backshots. ploughing into your swollen, wet folds for hours because you can't answer a simple question on the pages infront of you. a wet, slick mess bent over and sobbing into the pages with the answers, unable to focus on anything other than his big dick stuffing you full!

“come on, mäuschen... you can read--look, what does that say? read it out to me, my dear-i'll help you, little one.”

[sweetnothingtm]

okay this is soo wild but please hear me out… inspo 🧟‍♂️

zombie!könig (think warm bodies) who falls in love with you during the apocalypse. he sees the glow in your skin, so gentle and warm. he feels the rhythm of your heartbeat, the way you smell like flowers - zombie!könig becomes instantly obsessed, and he must have you.

your first date ends with you sobbing uncontrollably, kicking and screaming and begging him not to eat you. zombie!könig tries to calm you, groaning and reaching for you with fingers soaked in blood. it’s okay, he won’t harm such a sweet little lamb - just a taste, just a feel, just the sound of your breath hitching as he moans out his name in introduction.

he protects you from the other undead, groaning and snarling at them when they smell your sweet skin. he snaps his teeth, pulling you closer to him to mask your scent with his. he follows the beat of your heart to wherever you go, lamely pawing at the door when you close it behind him.

he can’t come home with you, it’s just too dangerous. but you promise you’ll return. so zombie!könig waits for you, gnawing on rotting flesh and imagining that it’s you, warm and inviting and making him drool.

zombie!könig who you came back to, hesitant and unsure like an innocent lamb sent to slaughter. you flinch when he reaches for you, stomach churning as he touches your chest and feels your heartbeat. but he’s so gentle with you, fingertips dancing along your flesh in awe.

he doesn’t understand how you feel so warm, how your skin is so soft and unmarked by rot. zombie!könig tilts his head in curiosity when he gropes your chest and you laugh awkwardly. there's a deep need for him to seemingly feel your heart in his hands. your voice is sweet and slow, and he’s mesmerized by the way that you whisper to him.

and when you accidentally cut yourself in front of him, the blood a dark simmering red that pulls at zombie!königs sanity, he bites his hand to stop himself from harming you. he won’t ever hurt you, little lamb. he’ll always protect you. yes, you can trust him - you can love him.

zombie!könig who has a carnal desire to taste you. he wants to taste your flesh, your blood, your insides, your heart, anything of yours he can get his hands on. he’s so desperate and lonely, a spark igniting in his brain at the idea of consuming you whole. he wants you. he needs you.

zombie!könig who can’t eat your actual insides, what he imagines as so soft and supple - so instead he goes down on you for his own pleasure.

he has his eyes locked on your features, hands covered in grime pressing against your thighs as you breathe shakily. zombie!könig can hear the beat of your heart, how your blood is rolling over with fear and desire. you make him promise he won’t bite, not even a nibble - and he’s so head spun with need that all he offers is a guttural groan and curt nod of his head.

zombie!könig whose instincts take over as he’s going down on you, tongue pushing against you and lapping at the skin. he wants to go deep, explore every inch of you and taste the forbidden fruit. his mouth moves sloppily, a deep hunger making him suck and kiss. his drool is coated against your soft and warm skin, and he has never tasted a flesh so delicious and addicting.

zombie!könig who can feel his sanity slipping away as you tighten your thighs around his head, squeezing and squirming underneath his touch as he snarls and grunts for more, more. you taste so heavenly, so alive and warm and sweet. the creamy wetness between your thighs smeared all over zombie!königs face, soft moans escaping your lips as you beg him to continue.

zombie!könig who feels you cum all over his tongue, letting you mewl and gasp for air as he continues to lick and suck at the skin. he’s so hungry, touch starved, so cold and lifeless. but you’re so sweet, he can’t help but graze his teeth against your skin and look up to you with bloodshot eyes.

zombie!könig whose hunger for flesh has been satisfied by you, so warm and gentle and kind, ready to be devoured by him.

[tacticalprincess]

NAHH bc subby könig is so brain rot material like, instead of reader being free use for him, it is HE that is free use for READER. like yes whine and whimper all you want big subby man, I’m in control now. you do as I want and maybe I’ll let you use your hands.

(I started typing more but cut myself off) 💀

cw afab!f!reader, sub!könig

something about a seven foot giant and seasoned mercenary turning absolutely pathetic and desperate when it comes to you and your cunt. completely at your beck and call, willing to do whatever you ask.

riding könig to the point of overstimulation until he’s producing nothing but whines and pained, guttural pleads. for what? he doesn’t even know, too pussy-drunk and overwhelmed to think straight, brain fuzzy at the tight, wet feeling engulfing his dick. tears pool in his eyes as he watches your hips gyrate incessantly on his lap, the feeling of being fully seethed inside of you too much for him, while you ride his sensitive, large cock like he’s nothing more than one of your plastic toys. you have no regard for his feelings as you chase your own pleasure, puffy clit rubbing against his solid stomach, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body while his thick dick penetrates your spongy g-spot.

he’s transfixed and nearly drooling, eyes honed in on your breasts bouncing, head thrown back while you use him to get off. his greedy hands itch to feel your soft body, but all of his attempts get them smacked out of the way instantly, along with threats to tie them down — or even, god forbid, stopping altogether, leaving him achingly hard with no release. you’re so small in comparison, it would be so easy for him to take control of the situation, reverse the roles and fuck you on his cock like every instinct in his body is urging him to, but he doesn’t. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good. the dichotomy only adds to his frustration until he’s all flushed red and sweaty, begging to feel your cunt cream all over him, for you to prove that he is your good boy.

[toxooz]

feral König doodle dump bc the 7 second crumbs i was fed of rabid König has rotted my brain 🤪

[fungusgnat444]

König being desperate for escort reader :(

Couldn’t stop thinking about this so i had to burden y’all with my brain rot. NSFW, angst kinda?, desperate touch starved König, he’s kinda subby hehe, afab fem reader, sugar daddy/pay pig shit if you squint, mentions of anxiety and poor self worth, implied size difference, oral f receiving, piv sex (no mentions of protection but always wrap it up y’all), begging, no german apart from schatz, big pp, decryphilia kinda? (He cries because you taste good lol), i think thats it. Let me know if i missed anything

he’s so nervous the first time you meet. Always asking for permission and being so gentle and needy. He’s been lonely for so long, of course you’ll let him bury his face between your soft pillowy tits after he’s begged so politely, won’t you, schatz? Just sits you in his lap and snuggles deep in your chest while he thanks you again and again and tells you how precious you are :(. And his poor neglected cock is so so hard the whole time, throbbing against your plump ass. He whimpers so sweetly every time it pulsates. But he won’t let you touch it because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. He just paws and gropes at your pretty little body all night until he falls asleep between your tits. Leaving you so wet and needy, squirming against him but the stupid man is fast asleep, mumbling incoherent shit in german :(

He has more money than he knows what to do with so he spends it all on spoiling his favourite call girl. Sometimes just takes you to the mall and gives you his card to spend on whatever you want. All the poor boy wants is to hold your hand the whole time while you waste all his money. Blushing whenever you buy something extra expensive. “Are you sure that’s all you want, schatz?”, he's just so desperate to please you. Always carrying all your bags, following you around like an oversized puppy dog, getting so sad whenever you say that you’re done shopping. Gets so painfully hard when you try on all your new clothes for him :( poor thing doesn’t know what to do with himself.

takes him several meetings to touch you properly but once he finally does he’s a fucking mess. Lapping at your sweet little cunt so greedily while his eyes fill with tears. Your poor clit gets so sore and sensitive from his needy tongue. He’ll go at it for hours until you're quivering and whimpering. You try to pull him away by his curly ginger hair. But he gets so whiny and looks up at you with the most desperate, pleading eyes. Begging you for just a little longer. He always makes such a mess :( won’t give you his big stupid cock until you’re practically begging him. But he just can’t stand the thought of disappointing you.

insists that you ride him because he's so scared he’ll hurt you. He’s so ridiculously big your poor little pussy can’t take him all. There’s always at least an inch sticking out of you while he's whimpering and sobbing into your tits. You’re so full you barely have the strength to bounce on him. He holds your hips and helps you move up and down while he apologises so desperately for hurting you (don’t worry he’s not, he just feels so bad for your poor little body. He feels so disgusting and weak :( ) Just can’t stop himself from sucking on your tits so greedily while you mewl so weakly into his neck. He loses all knowledge of the English language when he’s inside you. You never know what the hell he’s saying but he can’t stop himself from babbling.

[archivedzeke]

fucking könig so hard he cant even talk english (i have big brain rot rn im sorry)

that’s hot. nothing’s better than fucking this killing machine dumb is too sexy to fathom.

you’d have him in a mating press, his muscular legs dangling in the air as you drive your thick cock in and out of his sopping hole—the sweat from working him over dripping from your chin

he was at least three orgasms in now and so we’re you, his insides have been pumped full of your cum and he was on the brink of tapping out himself—he’d like to think he had pretty good stamina, but when you’re drilling into him like he’s some two dollar whore, that thought is rendered untrue.

every bit of resolve he was clinging onto breaking instantly. you’re watching it all, you watch in utter fulfillment as his cock twitches once more and a whimper leaves his throat—eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cum paints his messy abdomen once more and he begins to babble.

“look at that baby. you’re all dumbed out aren’t you king?” — he lets out the most delicious whimper, before answering in a warbled tone. “i-ich werde verrückt!” (i’m going crazy)

“please! please! züchte mich ♡!”, (breed me) his hole clenches around you, pulsing rhythmically around your heavy dick. he wanted your babies. “fuck! you look so pretty love. that’s it! talk to me like a good boy.”

his voice is reduced higher in pitch, and every word he speaks is covered in his heavy german accent.

“füll mich bitte voll! ich will meh!!” (fill me up please! i want more!)

now that really turns you on. when he starts speaking his native tongue, that’s when you know his brain has become nothing but love mush. konig throws out random pleases in german, want and just heavy in his eyes.

“want me to cum in you again pretty boy? fill your sloppy pussy with my kids hm?”

he nods his head and spews out what he can. “y-yess! please please! k-küss mich!”, he manages to get out while drool leaks down his chin. and you comply, laughing into the kiss as he tries his hardest to reciprocate the feeling. (kiss me)