#könig sub

[latenightdaydreams]

Hiii! If you’re able to take the request and aren’t uncomfortable with the idea, maybe do a loser/nerd König getting pegged with maybe a bit of a mommy kink?

If ur uncomfy don’t worry!

If I had a 6'10 hunk of a man, I'd love to see him melt as he gets pegged😮‍💨

Nerd!König X Dom!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, pegging, use of "mommy"

1.5k word count

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König sits, focusing on painting his recent Dungeons & Dragons mini, not turning to greet you when you enter your shared apartment. You put your bag down and kick your shoes off as you watch how focused he looks while adding the minor details to his figure. While he’s busy, you walk to the bedroom and unpack everything you bought while out.

Half an hour passes before you walk back out to the living room. König is still sitting, doing the same thing. “Kö.” You call out to him, standing just behind him, so he has to turn to see you.

“Hm?”

“Can you take a quick break? You didn’t even say hi to me when I came home.”

“Ja tut mir leid.” König puts his things down and turns in his chair to greet you.

As he turns, he stops, his mouth hanging open as his eyes travel down your body. Fully naked with a bright pink dildo held by a black leather strap around you. Once he’s able to tear his eyes away from your breasts, he addresses your cock.

“Was ist das?” His finger points down at the blindingly pink toy.

“It’s a strap on.”

“Okay, ja, but why?”

“Don’t you remember you said you’d be into trying to get pegged?”

“Ja, but I didn’t know you’d go buy…everything.”

“I have plugs too, so we can warm you up.”

“Mein Gott.” König leans back in his seat, just looking at your breasts before looking back up to your eyes. “Right now? Really?”

“Yes. Right now.” You hit your dildo to make it bounce as you chuckle.

 “I don’t know…” His eyes linger on the toy, feeling a weight of nervousness in his stomach.

You walk up to him slowly and grab a handful of his pale blonde hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to gaze into your eyes. “Are you being a bad boy?” Your other hand moves to his jaw and squeezes lightly.

“N-no.” König swallows hard and gazes into your eyes, enjoying the way you manhandle him.

“Then get into the bedroom and undress for me.” As you hold his face, you take the time to gaze into his eyes before letting go of him.

König quickly stands and gets undressed as he walks along. As he strips down to his boxers, he sees the plugs on the bed. There are three different sizes of the silver bulbs, of course they have a pink gem on the base.

“Did you have to get everything pink?”

“They didn’t have red; it was the closest color.”

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, running your hands over his abdomen, caressing his pale skin. Inch by inch, you drop your hands to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down and off his body. Goosebumps cover his skin as he looks down, watching your hand slowly grasp his erect cock. You move in a teasing manner, causing a small whimper to flee from König’s lips.

“That feel good, baby?” You whisper.

“Yes…” König continues to watch his fat cock in your hand, your fingers not even wrapping all the way around his girth as you stroke him.

“Be good and bend over the bed for me.”

“Jumping in already?” König turns his head to look at you.

“Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” You move your hand from him, gently guiding him to the edge of the bed.

König bends over the bed, feeling the most vulnerable he’s felt in a very long time. He watches as you grab the medium sized butt plug from the line up as he takes a deep breath in. You grab the lube, making sure to not to hurt him. Your hand caresses his muscular ass as you slowly begin to slip it in. His hands grab the bed sheets as he winces.

“You’re doing so well.” You lean over, kissing his back gently. “Lay on the bed.”

König stands upright, for the first time ever with something in his ass. It feels weird, but it isn’t completely terrible. He crawls on to the bed and lays his head down on your pillows. He loves to be surrounded by your scent whenever you fuck.

You straddle his hips, grinding your wet cunt over his erection. König responds by letting out a shaky breath, reaching out to hold your hips and move you in a faster motion. His eyes glued to your breasts as he watches them sway.

“Please let me fuck you.” König begs.

“I’m the only one fucking anyone tonight.” You say teasingly.

“Just a few thrusts, please.” One hand slips up your abdomen to your breasts. His fingers pinch your nipple, tugging slightly.

“No, because I’m in control. If I let you in, you’ll take over.”

König laughs and drops his head back as you continue to grind on him. “Mein Gott, you’re so wet.”

“Are you ready for my cock baby?” You tap your dildo on his stomach, smirking up at him.

“More ready than I’ll ever be.” König looks up at you with a smirk. Before you move into position, you lean in to kiss his lips. His hands grab your jaw and hold you to him as he kisses you.

König relaxes his body and lays with his legs spread while you move down. “Hold your legs up.” You ask in a tender voice to keep things relaxed for him. Once his legs are raised, you slowly begin to pull out the butt plug. König doesn’t react, but he’s relieved to have it out of him.

You lean over to grab the bottle of lube and cover the pink dildo in it, also pouring some on his semi gaped asshole. With one hand you reach out and begin to stroke his cock, trying to help him feel more turned on. You slowly rub your dildo around his ass, looking up at him to see his reaction.

“Are you ready?”

König doesn’t say anything, just nods as he tries to keep mind over matter. With that, you push forward the tip stretching his ass. He lets out a small whimper, grasping the bed sheets tightly. You continue to stroke him as you push in more.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy.” Your hips thrust slowly forward in and out.

His chest rises and falls at a steady rate as he relaxes his body as much as he can, his eyes closed. It surprises him how much pleasure this is actually bringing him. Hearing you call him a baby boy while you dominate him is turning a switch in his mind.

You adjust your body so that you’re able to move at a quicker pace. König’s mouth opens letting a moan slip. “M- Mommy please.” He whimpers.

Your eyes shoot up to his face as a smile crawls across your lips. He just called you mommy? And begged? You remove your hand from his cock and move them to his massive thighs, holding them back more.

“I’ll give you more.” You say seductively as you begin to fuck him harder. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs as you become overwhelmed with a feeling of power.

König looks down at you with his eyebrows pinched together. He moves his hand to his cock and begins to jerk himself off. The visual of you fucking him is too much for him to handle. He can feel the curve of the dildo caressing his prostate and it feels different but great. As he jerks off, his eyes focus on your breasts, just imagining them in his mouth as he suckles.

“Look at you, a mess for Mommy. You’re taking me so well.” You gaze down at your cock stretching his ass as you thrust forward. From this angle König looks so small and submissive. His moans are so needy and pathetic.

König can feel his testicles tighten as he feels himself getting closer to an orgasm. You notice the hazy look in his eyes that he usually gets when you deep throat his cock. “You close baby?”

“Ja, I am.”

“I want to cum in you.” He whimpers as he takes your hips rolling into him in a steady motion.

“You’re going to cum on your abdomen. You’re a good boy. Right?”

“Ja, I’m a good boy.” His voice strains as his muscles flex from jerking off quicker.

You watch as the 6’10 giant underneath you begin to melt. Ecstasy consumes him as a relaxed look of satisfaction crosses his face. Watching him as his eyes flutter back as his abs tense. White streams of cum shoot across his abdomen and chest, coving himself as the feeling of the dildo pushes him over the edge.

“You look so hot.” You whisper as you slowly pull back, the dildo leaving his ass with a popping sound.

König breathes heavily as he gazes up at you, unsure what to say. He’s just so infatuated with you at the moment. He’s used to being the dominant one and in charge. This was a welcomed change.

“How was that?” You ask, looking over the mess on his body.

“I- you fuck good.” He chuckles bashfully.

“Would you be open to doing this again?”

“I—” König looks as you lower yourself and start to lick from his balls to the head of his cock. A shaky breath disrupts his sentence. “Ja, anything for you.”

[nrdmssgs]

König x tattoo artist reader

Masterlist

This started as a headcannon, but has grown into a brief scenario. There is a bit a of pet play happening down there, but i've tried to keep it light

Once he found out about your job, there is no way back. Man practically begs you to show him any new thing, you're working on. Congratulations, you've got your biggest fan from now on.

In Königs` opinion, not only was he lucky enough to get the best person out there, he was the luckiest one to see how your ideas are born! And he LIVES for that moments.

He sees your projects as something, that should be displayed in a museum.

Yes, Louvre, he is looking at you. It's high time you open new rooms for his Schatzs`* works to be displayed in!

"König, I thought, I threw out that sketch. C`mon, man, it's garbage, nobody needs it!"

"Nein! I'm keeping it! It's mine from now on!"

Secretly keeps a whole pile of scraps of paper, crumpled sheets, napkins you threw away while sketching.

He is interested in your entire creative process: from the first sketches to photo sessions with healed works. Bombards you with questions. "Is there any differences in a result if you draw two same sketches with a pencil and a thin brush?", "What do you like to tattoo the most?", "Where do you draw inspiration from?".

He brings albums with views of the nearest cities and just books with beautiful photographs and reproductions from every airport and train station when he travels (which is really often).

If you had not a huge library of inspirational sources before meeting him... you better buy a few new bookcases.

He never considered getting inked, especially not by you, no... To put your masterpiece on his calloused and scarred skin would be a sacrilegious act. No, he can't even dare to think of it...

Until one day, when he is sitting at your tattoo studio, minding his own business waiting for the end of your working day, like a good boy, when an old customer of yours arrives. You greet them warmly, give them a hug. And you say this one phrase, which is an old and silly joke between you and that customer...

"C`mon, lets get you marked." You say and take the customer to your room.

At this moment, something clicks in Koenig's head.

He tries not to think about it for the next few weeks, but fails. Because when you put it that way... To be marked as yours by your divine art, to wear that traces of your touch for eternity... His heart flips every time this idea reappears in his head.

You notice that lately he is often lost in his thoughts, and a light blush touches his cheeks.

So one of these times, you're having breakfast and can't help but notice that look on his face. "Koenig, are you alright? You look... lost."

"Oh?", he shudders. "No-no, I'm fine, just thinking..."

After some persuasion, you manage to draw out an indistinct "How much do you think it will cost ... to get a tattoo at your place?" out of him.

"It depends on which artist you have in mind... but you know, there are some perks in dating one." And before he is able to process that, you add, "I'm not taking your money, love. Tell me, what was on your mind, what you wanted to see on you?"

His answer was ready long ago. "Anything! As long as it's yours. Anything you could leave on me."

You try to get anything more specific, but he is really happy for any piece, that will remind him constantly, that you are not a figment of his imagination, that you exist, and you want him by your side.

You decide to start with something small, so that he can always cover that, if he feels like it.

Later that week you flip the pages of your album, that you are using just for ideas for his body (as the professional you would never try to convince him to get inked, the decision must be fully his, but nobody can stop you from fantasizing, how could you decorate that gorgeous body of his) in your studio, as he comes.

"Hi there, love. Haven't changed your mind?" you greet and embrace him. He is so excited, he almost shakes. "Nein, Schatz! I would never." he answers, pulling you in a tighter embrace.

So far he is your most trusting and content client. You barely make him look at the sketch after you made its copy on his arm. He wanted the reveal to be a surprise for him after you finish the whole tattoo, but you refused to proceed with the main process without obtaining his consent to this particular idea.

But when he sees the sketch on his skin, the man is speechless. Yes, you were always so very gifted in his eyes, but this... So simple, yet this idea is exactly, what he's been dreaming of. Two words superimposed on each other. Curves of letters, merging into the most intimate sounds that have ever flown from your lips ...

Good thing, he isn't afraid of blood, and has a pretty high pain threshold. So he sits there absolutely still, admiring every second of you working on him.

He is almost afraid to move, he desperately tries to calm his rushing heart down. What you do to him right now is sacred and divine to König. You are leaving your mark and you are not to be interrupted in any way.

So even when a little sweat drop slides down his temple, he doesn't flinch.

You notice it and decide to give the man a break. You give him a towel, pour a glass of water and ask him if it hurts. He tries to answer, but his voice is raspy because of dry throat.

"I-I... khhhmm, I'm fine. Go on, please!"

It's when your gaze slips down his body and you notice it. He enjoys it, he painfully enjoys it.

That's when you put your machine away and lean closer to him.

"I see, someone is having a good time...", you whisper, putting your hand oh sooo close to his hardness. "Looks like a pet just wants to be branded so badly."

Königs face grows bright red. He tries to mask the fever burning under his skin, to not disturb your work, but it is impossible, when you are so close, and you have him completely at your mercy. Your hand is almost touching him. Almost, but not yet. He looks away, embarrassed, aroused, panting. Silently praying for your mercy.

You grin. Poor thing is desperate for your touch in any way. "Now you be good and let me finish this work, ok?"

König nods quickly and covers his erection with the free arm.

"Did I let you hide yourself, pet?" you seem to look in the other direction, but notice his notion and correct him in a flash.

"You will sit here still as I work, you will look at me, and you won't cover yourself unless you're said so", you purr as you continue working.

When you are done, the man is a mess. He is breathless, he can only mumble and curse under his breath. You wipe off blood trails from a fresh tattoo on his arm and lean away to appreciate the result.

It's nothing really fancy, but it is a good start, if he ever decides, he wants more ink (he already has, believe me).

"You like it, love?"

Königs eyes are completely transfixed on your work. He slowly looks up at you. "Schatz... am I dreaming? This is ideal. H-how can I?"

You cut him off: "You'll thank me by caring right for it. No rubbing, no swimming, no touching the bandage till I let you... and no extensive physical activity for you for today. I'll bring you the lotion this evening, so be good and wait for me at home."

He looks at you with the most obedient eyes and just silently nods.

"One last thing." You go behind him, he is still sitting in the chair. You lean towards his ear and whisper, "Don't you dare touch yourself without me. Furthermore, you sit and wait for me." Your hand slides down his torso and his breath hitches. "This is all mine, pet. And now you have a constant reminder of that." 

*Schatz - treasure

[uhohdad]

(18+)

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loser!könig finally breaks, he can’t handle it anymore. He needs you, he needs touch, he needs someone to help him relieve the ache in his frustrated, swollen cock.

loser!könig is on his knees, clinging to your leg with his cheek smushed to your thigh, mumbling unintelligible pleas into your skin.

loser!könig lets out a sob when your delicate hand slides into his hair, trailing your fingers over his scalp. Using that gentle, sweet voice to ask him what’s going on, what’s wrong, what happened.

loser!könig who looks up at you with glassy eyes and a trembling bottom lip, his desperate hold on you tightening when he catches your turned brows and features stitched in worry.

loser!könig whines and mutters nonsense as he presses his face back into your warm, cozy thigh, planting sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin. The stubble on his jaw sands against you while he paints you in his slobber and broken pleads.

loser!könig can’t control himself anymore, he needs release, grinding his painful erection against your shoe, his strong arms holding you steady even though you’re frozen in place. Your fingers are still laced with locks of his hair, but your soft scratches have ceased while he ruts his hips into you.

loser!könig lasts only seconds, needy whimpers and pathetic moans silenced when his muscles twitch around you, staining the inside of his underwear with his generous, pent-up finish.

loser!könig and you are both still and silent, the only sound that cuts through the heavy air is his exhausted, heaved breaths.

loser!könig lets out a sniveling whine, his eyes pinching shut, hiding his burning face in your thigh when you resume your gentle, soothing scratches through his hair.

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loser!könig <3

[2kiran]

18+ AFAB KÖNIG X TOP READER

teasing könig to the point he’s so unbearably wet.

middle finger working him through his underwear. his large hands gripped the material of his cargo pants, trying to prevent himself from squirming. könig hated heavy traffic, hated how long you’d edge him for.

he whines when you push his boxers to the side, your fleeting touch sending a shiver to run down his spine. with two fingers, you spread him open to expose his quivering hole. he wanted you inside of him so badly, have you fuck him until his brain is mush and his legs proved to be worthless.

your eyes were fixated on the stoplight and slow cars that seemed to prolong the span of his torture. könig bit his bottom lip, fighting against the urge to grab your wrist and make you cup his groin. he wanted to grind against your warm palm than to have you embarrass him by slightly dipping your fingertip into his sopping heat, giving him hope, only to immediately pull away.

unfortunately, he had to be patient. it was only a matter of time until you both arrived home, until he could have your thick cock filling his insides, until he was so horny he’d rip off the condom and cry out at the feeling of your cum painting his pretty hole white.

[tacticalprincess]

thinkin about the only time könig is dominant being when your pussy feels so good he can’t control himself, primal instincts taking over. all he wants to do is claim and fuck and breed you, maneuvering you into prone bone or mating press, using his strength and size advantage over you to pin you down so you have no choice but to take it… then when he’s tired the both of you out, he goes back to being your sweet, precious boy, apologizing profusely…

[sleep-0-deprived]

Threesome with male reader being spitroasted

Just some Halloween spit roasting thoughts with ghost and König~! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

WC:. 1.1k

This is just a short little rant and I couldn’t think of any better characters than these giants! @lazyenthusiastbear-blog <33

Thinking bout a small Halloween party at the base, just a few task force members nothing big but soon you find yourself sitting between The ghost and König whilst wearing some slutty vampire costume oh grabbed last minute from the nearest Halloween store, your chest practically exposed with you having in a pair of cheap fangs looking back between the two men seeing them both rock hard in their cargo pants letting you know just what they wanted.

You don’t even have time to get those plastic fangs out of your mouth before you have ghost in front of you jumping his crotch to your jaw while König works you from the back by slipping down your costume pants leaving your ass exposed to the both of them, König just anxiously grabbing your ass cheeks and pinching them extra tight before giving little smacks, not using hardly any force out of fear of not wanting to hurt you.

Ghost just pulling out his cock slapping you against your cheek almost egging you on while muttering words like “come on take what I give you [name]” while pushing his fat tip to your lip and making you make out with it before he pushes it inside your mouth, ghost will have you in the men’s dorms making you beg to suck him off while König rubs you soothingly from behind before prepping you up enough to get himself buried inside your rim, König being the gentle giant he is whispers out in a whiny tone “can I please enter you?~”

König fucking you like a bear laying on your back squishing you to the crappy bunk beneath making you gag and choke on Simon the whole time, swallowing down the salty pre come that Simon gave you while your stomach bulges and bloats from the little bulge König gives you making you feel like you’re being torn apart and impaled, rolling your eyes back with your fangs grazing ghosts cock. Making a slick mess of your face ruining your makeup and getting fake blood from your lips all over Simon’s cock but he couldn’t care less.

König holding your hips pulling you backwards instead of thrusting into you he lazily pulls you back and forth onto his cock with the occasional rock of his hips moaning on and on to ghost “es geht ihm so gut” in his native tongue, spitting words incoherently all drunk off the way your rim puckers around him and milks out load after load leaving come oozing down your thighs onto the army green sheets trying to shut you up so none of the other task force members walk in, specially not price.

Ghost holding your chin up looking down through his skull mask watching the copious amounts of spit coming from your ruined mouth, watching how you scrunch your nose up nice and tight when his seed shoots across your face sticking to your lashes while you hold your mouth open getting a generous amount on your tongue and fangs, not even bothering complaining about the lieutenant ruining your makeup, how could you when you’re too focused on König railing and plowing you from behind while one large hand holds your balls and palms them the whole time rearranging your guts.

König swapping places with ghost having you on your back with your throat bulging from the outline of the German man’s cock, your cheeks full like a chipmunk while ghost pulverizes your already gaping hole, König being gentle with your face barely rocking his hips back and forth while ghost lets out silent grunts like a animal in heat. Both their masks still on using you like their own boy-toy while ghost looks down whispering hazy degrading comments “one cock ain’t enough for you is it? What a Greedy little fucking boy we have here don’t we König”

ghost holding your hips half off the bunk angle ohh your hips upwards while he fucks you making sure every spot inside your ass gets assaulted by his cock, making you listen to how you squelch from the other man’s come, making sure you feel every little groove and ridge in his dick when he pulls out slowly and slams back inside you holding you on your back with your knees to your chest in a mating press nearly in salty tears when König finishes in your mouth making you gulp down the hot liquid while looking upwards at König, watching his eyes while he groans and ruffles your hair saying “that’s it, my Babyjunge is doing so good”

Their stamina seemingly endless when they rotate over and over at one point having both cocks nudging your mouth and tearing the corners of your mouth to fit their tips while you lay in your back dazed out weakly using one hand on each of their cocks jerking at their bases til Ghost comes first shooting all over your muscular chest getting on the V neck snapped opening of your vampire costume while König contributes to the sticky mess on your face only coating and caking the cum up more Turing you into a come dump for them.

By the end of the night you end up on your back with the whole bunk bed frame creaking about to crack and bend under the weight of the muscular men, your hole stuffed and gaping wide being double penetrated with your fangs covered in semen and spit laying on the bed next to you with König holding one thigh to the bed and Simon holding the other leaving your cock untouched while they fuck you. Using König’s past loads as lube for ghost to slide inside you and keep going making you a blubbering mess unable to form coherent sentences, just the occasional “m-ore~”

your whole body on fire and spasming and trembling coated in more loads than you’ve released, your cock soft and red like a fire hydrant with your balls having no more come to give, every orgasm pulled from you by now I’d dry and painful leaving you a shaking mess gripping the handles of the bed post, once finished with you they have you sandwiched between the two of them during the night after sneaking your wrecked body back into Simon’s private quarters, oh the wreck you’ll be in the next morning will be a site for them to enjoy.

When you do finally wake up you feel a burn between your cheeks and a sore throat, your mouth hurting from being torn leaving your lips cracked and your thighs dried stuck together from all the crusted come, and on top of all that you feel König’s cock hard again pressing to your thigh with ghost having morning wood behind you leaving you already knowing they were going again with you before you even made it to training.

[konosohn]

MDNI. top amab reader x bottom könig [manhandling, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, german]

I want him to snap my neck between his thighs. Thanks.

You can hear your security deposit saying it’s final farewell with the crack your front door makes as the wood of the jamb splinters. Though, as König presses himself into you, your (likely) damaged doorframe is the last thing on your mind. Your duffle slips from your grasp and your hands fly to his hips to stabilize him against you.

“He—” His mouth finds yours before you can even greet him. Time is a valuable resource when you spend most of it apart on deployment, and you waste none of it, eagerly kissing him back.

It’s desperate and sloppy, your tongues tracing over each other’s lips and teeth clacking together. You can taste the sweat on his upper lip and the bitter remnants of his eyeblack tracing down his face. Your hand blindly reaches for the lock and the second you hear the deadbolt click your fingers are slipping behind him and under the band of his pants.

One of your hands grabs at his ass, dragging him forward to grind your hardening cocks together. The other trails down between his cheeks, drawing a line down to his hole that has his spine tingling. Before long, you’re knuckles deep in him, spreading him open on your fingers. He moans into your mouth, hands clutching the fabric of your shirt as you skillfully zone in on his prostate.

You keep your bodies pressed together as you haphazardly make your way to the bedroom. Every step is utilized; curling your fingers inside him, pulling his pants down just a little further, pushing your aching hard-on into his hip. Eventually the heels of König’s boots hit the foot of your bed. The sheets are forfeit and you readily ignore the reality of the number of liquids and black boot prints that will find their way onto the pristine fabric.

Squatting down, you hook your hands under his thighs, effortlessly lifting his hefty frame up and over onto his back. He sinks into the mattress with a soft grunt. From this angle he looks so pliable, shirt riding up and legs up in the air, his dick lying heavy and useless against his stomach. You love seeing him like this. He towers above everybody he meets, including you, but he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Your eyes catch sight of his own mostly unpacked bag sitting in the corner of your room, clothes streaming out in the direction of the door presumably from when he heard you arrive. A small smile creeps up on your face.

You plant one knee on the bed, looming over him. Your hands slot themselves in the pits of his knees, pressing them up towards his shoulders, and you lean down to coo at him. “Were you waiting for me?”

He nods breathlessly in response, nose brushing against yours. You feel his hand slip between you to cup the erection currently fighting to get out of your pants. His fingers quickly find their way to your belt, hooking under the leather strap and undoing your buckle in record time. It’s not shocking when he nearly rips the button of your pants from its threads to get your zipper down.

His hand grabs at the band of your boxers and yanks them down enough for your cock to spring out. A breathy “scheiße” passes König’s lips as your dick slaps against the cleft of his ass. You can feel his hole twitch against the underside. It’s hot and soft, and every quiver has your cock leaking.

Your teeth catch your lip when you feel his fingers wrap around your length and give a gentle tug. It takes no convincing, you follow his touch eagerly as he guides you. You fall forward, planting your hands on either side of his shoulders. The action closes the distance, pressing your tip up against his rim.

Both of you are breathing way too hard before you’re even started, but the threat of relief after months of not being able to fuck raw until both your bodies are slick with sweat and littered head to toe with love bites has both of you by the throat.

You groan into his neck as you finally start to breach his entrance. König’s legs envelop your waist, strong thighs squeezing your sides as you sink deeper into him. His insides are tight and wet, pulsing around you with every inch. You feel the vibrations of his moans against your lips as you finally bottom out. His voice is low and sweet in your ears.

You adjust your position above him, straightening up to stand over him. One of your hands run from his ass and up his thigh to hook under the back of one of his knees again. “You feel so good, baby.” Your knee digs further into the mattress, your body weight driving your cock to the deepest parts of him until your balls are squished snugly against his crack.

“Fuck,” The air feels like it’s punched out of his lungs. His hands reach to grip at the backs of your thighs, drawing you impossibly closer.

Your fingers dig into the meat of his legs as you pull back out, leaving just the head of your cock inside him. The squelch is nothing short of obscene as you sink back in. Your arms are trembling from the feeling of his tight heat wrapped around you, squeezing you with every inch you slip in. You try to maintain the gentle pace, but as you catch sight of his face, flushed skin streaked with melting eyeblack, hair stuck to his forehead, and glazed over steel blue eyes, you lose your resolve.

The cry he lets out when you slam your entire length back in sends a wave of heat up your neck. His head is thrown back into the mattress, nails scratching at your thighs as you repeat the motion over and over, fucking into him like it’s the last time you’d ever get to. He moans uncontrollably in that raspy indelicate voice, his legs straining to spread further against the pants gathered at his knees.

Your pace is relentless as you pull back against the tight resistance of his hole only to thrust right back in. You groan in the back of your throat as he arches his back off the bed, putting his shoulders into the bed and pressing back against you. All that height and all that muscle and yet he’s still so good at getting fucked. You can’t wait to fill him up.

One of your hands slips down to run your thumb along his bottom lip, “You’re so pretty like this.”

He whines at your words, feeling the tip of your thumb slide across his bottom row of teeth. The skin of König’s ass is blotched with red from your hips. You hardly even notice the sting anymore, too preoccupied with burying your cock inside him over and over.

“Schatz— I can’t, ‘m gonna cum!” His words flood your senses, insides wringing your cock as one of his hands flys to wrap around his own dripping hard on.

You watch his fist franticly work his cock, his hips rolling back against you until he snaps. Thick ropes spurt from his slit, splattering across his heaving abdomen. Heat surges down your stomach to the tip of your dick as his hole constricts around you. All of your body weight goes towards getting as deep as possible inside him, rocking your hips against his until the warmth in your belly finally comes to a peak. Deep resonating moans spill from your lips as your cock throbs inside him, filling him up with weeks worth of yearning.

Your legs finally give out on you, and you topple over onto him. Your hips work gently against his, riding out your high for as long as it will let you. His arms drape across your back as you both bathe in the aftershocks. Your softening cock pops out of him, and your temporarily sated lust preens at the feeling of your cum seeping out of his entrance. You lift your head to look at him, and he meets your eyes with a look that’s equal parts adoring and exhausted. You press a small kiss to his stubbled chin, eyes taking on the gaze that he knows he can’t say no to. It comes as no surprise to him when you ask,

“One more time in the shower?”

[thehandsresisthim]

ugh just needed to write this down i swear i’m ovulating i’ve been in a mood lately

mmh mmh something something making a guy orally pleasure you - really fucking his face, him drooling all over himself and he’s getting pathetically, humping-against-the-nearest-object-horny - until you’re satisfied, after a nice toe-curling orgasm

and then yawning, staggering off towards the bathroom: “i’m gonna take a shower love”, whilst he blinks, hesitantly asking “but what about me?”

and you return, raising an eyebrow “what do you mean, you had the honor of pleasuring me, what else could you need?”

and perhaps, if you’re feeling merciful, offering him a very cold shower after you yourself are done showering, because only your pleasure matters, not his

[thevirginslvt]

dw guys he just tripped

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I feel like, Young!Pathetic!Konig would do REALLY well with a Older!Lady-Cougar!Reader, She's maybe been divorced twice and looking ta maybe become widowed this time? May-haps her current hubby has wealth and power but is a few screws short of being a good man towards our poor reader, and there's that Pesky prenup that makes it so she won't get ANYTHING in a divorce...buuuttt if the bastard has a bit of an....*Oopsie doodle*.... Maybe she's looking for someone to take care of her problem, and maybe she likes this young soldier boy, whose all too happy to help with *whatever needs* she might have? Likes how desperate he is for just her hand on his arm, likes how he's on his need begging for just a *taste* Likes that she can teach him how to please a woman, how to make her moan like no lover before....Likes how willing he is to kill the man she's married too...

Asfdf my brain short circuited ❤️ I know I said somewhere that I don’t write cheating but if it’s cheating a bad man with an even worse man König….

CW: 18+ MDNI. Age difference, F!dom/M!sub undertones, praise kink, cheating (your husband is an old dick), mating press & other shenanigans, murder & mentions of blood, König is a lovesick yandere in the making.

It was just one night.

Just one night to satiate your needs because your husband for sure never takes care of them.

But then the young pup you picked off from the pub pops into your workplace next week... With a large bouquet of flowers in his hand and a box of chocolate in the other, your desperate little “detour” looks like a boy who just got laid for the first time in his life.

“König…” you sigh and pull him to an empty breakroom before all your colleagues see you’ve cheated on your beloved husband with a man at least ten years younger than you.

“You can’t be here,” you start, trying to ignore the happy, greedy stares this little—big—soldier gives you.

He’s all the equal to his alias, looking like a king in the making with those wide shoulders and that fierce stare. But his hands are shaking, he guides those eyes to the floor as he puts the gifts on the table littered with crumbs and coffee stains, switches his weight from one foot to the other once you start to tell him how it is.

He listens dutifully as you try to explain how it was only one night, that he was incredibly lovely and you had so much fun but that you can’t see each other anymore. It was wrong of you to do so in the first place, you’re married, and you’re so, so sorry... You were just so sad and lonely.

You tell him he’s a good man. That he’ll find someone special, some lovely girl to call his own. He will find someone who can give him what he wants, someone who will cover him with kisses for bringing her flowers and sweets.

You try to explain it to him even as you get slowly chased into a corner, you try to tell him what a catch he is even when you get pinned to the wall by a hard, lean chest.

You try to tell him that he’s the perfect man for some other girl even when he pulls your strings aside and bullies his cock inside you.

One minute is all it takes as he huffs and groans and fucks you against the wall, your moans and his grunts barely muffled by shirts and fists and lips and skin. There’s lipstick on his clean, white shirt after he’s done with you, teeth marks where his shoulder meets his neck, a spittle of cum on your skirt as he pulls it down with shaky hands.

“Sorry,” he murmurs in your ear. “I just had to see you. I missed you so much...”

Your cunt is what he missed, any woman could see that. Got a taste of it last weekend and wouldn’t let you leave his place at all; a small, miserable flat of 25 square meters, with burned rice on the stove and a thin, cum-stained mattress on the floor. He fucked you on that mattress, four times because on the fifth attempt to part your shaking thighs, you told this horny lad you need to go home.

“I know, big boy. I missed you too. But you need to go now,” you say to your pretty lover. Ugly but pretty, in his own way, his utter lack of cruelty is what makes him beautiful in your eyes.

“I don’t want to,” he dares to argue back and claims your mouth, kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

“You have to,” you moan. “König–”

“I love you.”

You’re huffing, panting into each other’s throats as you realize he’s even younger than you thought. Fell in love with your cunt so easily, this big runt, thinks it’s meant to be just because you’re wet and he’s hard.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff and look at the drowsy smile, the messy state of this lovesick man before you fight your way out of his lap.

You want to cry, wail, scream from the injustice. Where was this silly young golden retriever six months ago? Why didn’t you meet him when you were single and sweet? Now you’re trapped in an unhappy marriage with some old fool who was cunning enough to trick you into a ludicrous deal with him. The prenupt you discovered only later, after he swore that you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life and that everything that belonged to him would be yours one day. In reality, you’ve had to beg for every crumb, act the part of a trophy wife who also has to work herself to death. And he won’t even fuck you, only wants you to massage his back and his cock while you’re left all alone without love, without a single kind word.

But König never lets you go: not in a way you beg him to, no, he always shows up at your door. Sneaks into your lonely room from the window, licks you to ruin while you laugh and tell him no, fucks you three times a night, crawls under the bed when a cleaning lady almost catches you two. He shows up at cafes, restaurants, conferences, parties, everywhere where you go but your husband won’t.

He’s so reckless that you have to teach him to be more patient, more gentle. You guide his fingers and his head, even his cock, while locking your eyes with his so that he knows when he’s doing it right. You praise him for a good, unhurried fuck, cup his face and kiss him when he gives it to you nice and slow. Anyone can see he'd want to ram it in until there’s nothing left of him and you, but you kiss and kiss and kiss him until the poor boy moans and cums without permission, just from that tiny taste of intimacy and love.

He gets pets, smooches and caresses, blowjobs that leave him shaking and breathless on the bed. He looks like he has no brains left after you’re done with him, looks a little helpless when you climb on top of him and help yourself with his cock after he only just came.

He’s always up in no time, especially if you tell him he did well. Stares at you and your breasts like you’re a vision from heaven, drools on them once when you won’t let him have a lick. Mopes when you laugh at his predicament, and won’t stop brooding even when you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

But he’s never mad at you for long, not if you call him sweetie or your silly apple crumb, not if you let him fall asleep in your bed, partly on top of you. There’s always a wet spot on your back if he’s the big spoon, he begs you to sleep naked as he does, says it’s better for your health and then teases you with his fingers come morning, probably thinking he’s so very clever. Takes you to the theater and offers you expensive port wine and cake, tells you how to steal a car, how to shoot any gun. Gives you a hungry kiss in public when you tell him he has to act like he’s your cousin from abroad, vanishes for weeks to his training, sends letters instead of texts, and tells you he’s going to be a big boss someday.

It’s hard to imagine this serious but silly mess as an intimidating officer, not even when you know he has the size and looks for it. He’s too innocent and needy, doesn't know how the real world works yet. Thinks he’s immortal just because he’s young...

There’s a certain darkness in him, and you mistake it for the remnants of some turbulence of his teenage years, just some wrath of a boy who never got what he wanted. Who wouldn’t be a little pissed and impatient in their twenties? He probably doesn’t even know what he wants: hell, you don’t know what you want.

“Like this...?” He asks demurely when he lifts your knees to your ears and sinks his cock into you inch by inch, carefully as if it’s the first time you’re making love.

“Just like that,” you whisper as he spreads you so wide you can’t even breathe, fills you up deliciously, like no one else before. His eyes never leave you, not even when he uses your hole as a place to bury himself and all his bad memories, not even when he makes you squirt like you’re nothing but an oasis in a desert that never ends.

But you know he comes to you for other things than just that.

He comes to you for kind words, breathy praise, soft touches and ruffles of his hair. He comes to you for practice and to get his sense of self in order. He’s your pretty knight in shining armor when others have called him ugly, he’s your strong bull when others have ridiculed his disproportionate limbs. He’s your safe haven, your sunshine, your crazy, silly man, your soldier and your savior, and he soaks up your love and attention like a sponge: every drop gets gulped down like he’s a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t take sips, he doesn’t know how to, and you on the other hand don’t know how to quench the raging drought inside him, long after yours has been satiated.

You sleep like Romeo and Juliet just before their death, and fuck like rabbits in the spring. He takes you in the car, in the closet, in the toilet, in other people’s beds, even at the alley one night.

“I love you,” he always says after he has spilled his cum – it’s like a ritual or a prayer, and you always reach for the baby hairs of his neck in return, and give them the gentlest caress.

“I love you too,” you whisper one night – it just slips when you stroke his cheek. It never comes as a surprise that he gives you the most miserable pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

He knows about your situation, knows enough that you’re trapped and unhappy. But you never knew he saw you as a victim. If anything, you feel like he’s the victim here. Poor boy, saving what little he has for a future with some woman who knows nothing about true love... You’re not the one for him, you’re not even a silly little sex kitten any young soldier would want to play with. You’re just some bored, abandoned wife who wants to feel something, mean something to someone. But you love him enough to know that you’ll let him go when he wants to move on. As bitter as it makes you feel, you know you’ll give him to someone younger and more beautiful, someone who will love as passionately as he does. Anything to make him truly happy.

But the next evening, König doesn’t climb in through your window. He uses the door, the inside door, and you jump from the bed and hurry to him in your nightgown, the only gift your husband ever gave you.

“I killed him for you,” he says, your soldier boy from Austria, your good, good boy with a good, big cock.

You only now see that his hands are stained in blood, and nothing shakes anymore: your wannabe sniper is as calm as ever when he confesses he’s murdered someone.

“...What?”

He comes to you and cups your face, the blood on his hands both wet and cold. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, not even after he’s had a good fuck. The boy who no one ever loved has turned into a man, but what kind of man… You shiver in his clutch, unsure if you’re about to suffer a heart attack from fear or love.

“He didn’t suffer... Much,” he says, his cracked lips only a breath away from yours. “Knives can be messy…”

You gulp while staring into the deep, dark abyss of his eyes, the innocent baby blue nearly swallowed by the darkest of all loves.

This is not how you thought things would go… You were supposed to give the old man the finger and divorce during the summer. Put your finances in order so that you can escape. Maybe fuck König on the side and see if he’s still the man of your dreams once you’re happily divorced.

Now he’s telling you you’ll marry as soon as possible, or that if you want a summer wedding, he can wait a few months… He tells you you have nothing to worry about, he won’t go to jail, not this time. He’ll take care of you now; he just got promoted. You don’t ever have to be sad again.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he says when all words have finally escaped you. “Now we can be together. Forever…”

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about König and the kinks he likes to indulge in

Pairing: König x Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, size kink, degradation, riding, blow jobs,

A/N: Another quick Drabble pls excuse any mistakes and I hope you enjoy!

Thinking about König having a size kink, likes to watch himself in the mirror while you fuck him, likes to see how completely engulfed he is in your embrace while you’re thrusting your cock into his hole.

Thinking about König with a size kink having an obscenely large dildo collection just to better prepare himself for your cock, using them while on the field and sometimes when on leave but even with all that prep he can never escape the pleasant burn that comes with taking your length. He especially loves using his dildos while on leave because you’re there to help him, sticking them to the floor, grabbing ahold of his shirt to help him up the toy only to roughly push him back onto them.

Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you point out how small and cute his cock is, purposely wearing your clothes that are way too big on him, that drown him completely, with the tip of his dick just barely peaking past the clothing, having you point out his little size while he’s riding your cock even going as far as lightly flicking it and having him turn so red and fucking embarrassed but quickly cumming from sheer humiliation.

Thinking about König with a size kink who loves it when you tease him, loves it when you painstakingly slowly slide your cock into his hole, because it takes so long for you to bottom out, makes him feel so delirious, so full, while slowly being skewed onto your cock

Thinking about König having a size kink, and forcing him down on all four, having him take your cock down his throat, not allowing him to use his hands even though he can’t even get half of it down his throat, and he’s spluttering and chocking, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and lips stretched taut around your fat cock, while doing his best to make you cum with his mouth.

Thinking about König with a size kink who also likes little prep as possible wants to feel the burn as you bottom out, wants to feel like you’re stretching out his little hole, and leaving it gaping open.

Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you take him on the floor, loves to be pinned onto his stomach, engulfed in your form, makes him feel so small and he absolutely loves being forced into such humiliating position.

[uhohdad]

(18+)

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König being so touch-starved and lonely he gets hard anytime you even mundanely touch him.

A playful nudge on his shoulder when he tells a bad joke, a leg pressed to his when you sit next to him, a lull of your head on his bicep after a particularly exhausting day.

He feels like such a creep, cheeks flushed under his hood as he tries to discreetly hide the aching cock straining against the give in his pants.

When you hug him for the first time, giving a squeeze around his strong core, burying your cheek into the space just under his chest, clothed breasts pressed flush against him - he can’t help but twitch into the embrace as he paints the inside of his underwear with his finish. :(

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loser!König

[2kiran]

“DOUBLE FANTASY”

PAIRING: König x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom König. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, double (anal) penetration, use of dildo

König’s cheek is pressed against the silky pillow, his arms supporting himself beneath the cushion. His knees wobble with the effort of presenting his lower half to you, exhaustion spiraling around his tension-marked muscles. The constant dipping of your cockhead into his clenched hole causes him to let out a whine, never fully situating inside of him. Mindless strings of curses in his language fall from his lips, one of them nearly a tinge too lustful.

“Please... need it now.” He whimpers, shuffling himself backwards to you.

You sigh out of imitated disappointment, pretending to disapprove of his chafed state. “Can never be grateful, huh?” You chastise, your hands curling around the thick muscle of his hips. A man of his status so desperate for your cock elicits a pleased sigh from you, your length impossibly hardening. Finally, you give in—pushing the half of it in carefully, you gently coax him to lighten up for the stretch to mitigate.

You believe he’s calmed down his own unfulfilled soul, but that thought is quickly put an end to when he drags out a whine.

“No,” König shakes his head, breathless, “put it in, too. Please.”

Right. The toy.

You deliberately roll your hips, the gradual but sure friction laps at his neglected cock, pre-cum continuously beading from the slit. You grab the faux length behind you, one that’s already soaked due to König’s mouth.

“Color?” You ask, rubbing in inattentive patterns into his skin as you feel him tighten in anticipation.

“Green. It’s green, hur—ngh!”

He lets out a moan—one uncharacteristically high-pitched from his throat, a sound that immediately strokes your ego—as you plunge the tip of the dildo alongside your own dick. “You okay?” You don’t move yet, leaning down to offer a soothing kiss to his back. He nods all too eagerly, breathing deeply through his mouth. That’s not what you want. “I need words, K.” Threateningly, you begin to slide out of him.

“Ah, fuck, I’m sorry, schatzi,” König gasps, sensing you unintentionally brushing against his sweet spot, “I’m okay, I’m okay, want you to continue.”

Your cock pulses upon hearing the hint of a needy noise akin to a whimper in the tone of his voice, and with barely any resistance, you inch by inch rock back inside until you’re situated to the hilt. He sputters, trying desperately to keep his legs apart.

He’s met with the blunt prodding of the toy once more, your hand incessantly driving the silicone into him bit by bit. With that, he’s frozen for a moment, forced to bite down on the pillow underneath him and clench and unclench helplessly around the two of you.

“Move,” König abruptly gasps, drool dripping down the corner of his lips, “move, ahnn, move—”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Though, you only move your wrist, thrusting the toy in and out. Confusion writes itself over his features, but it’s quickly replaced with his eyes rolling back as the false length hits his prostate just right.

Glancing downwards where the both of your bodies connect, you have to steel yourself on the bed to not restlessly have him take you then and there. His hole’s nearly thoroughly wrecked—all loose and ready to receive what you give him.

And he is, his hips are already subconsciously rolling back to meet the thrusts of the toy, craving the burn and small gnaws of pain that only you can give 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.

[y13evie]

sub könig blurb beneath

tags: breeding kind of, riding, once again just pure filth

ok he’s big and scary and his dick is huge duh. but he’s definitely such a baby. when you get on top and ride him, taking complete control, it drives him insane. he’ll start to get handsy but you’ll smack his hands away and tell him he can’t touch until he’s been a good boy :((. he hates not being able to touch his darling but he can’t really concentrate on that due to the fact your bouncing up and down on his cock like your life depends on it.

when he starts whimpering and begging to cum you’ll stop. könig will buck into you at an attempt to get you moving again, but you quickly put his antics to shame. calling him a needy whore, cant go a second without being inside you. your words go straight to cock as it twitches inside you, so you made a deal. you’ll let him cum, only if he fills you up. he wastes no time getting work. fucking into you at an unholy speed, hitting that sweet spot that turns your vision into static. he whines things like, “wanna be your good boy” and “wan’ make you feel so good”. without any warning he fills you with his seed. he doesn’t move, not wanting anything to spill out. you use him to teach your own high, moaning out praises like “m’ sweet boy fills me up so good”. you collapse onto his chest, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you both lay there, infatuated with one another.

[mockerycrow]

14. With König

SMUT PROMPTS: König Drabble; “Grinding Down Against Their Lap” (Fem!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

König wasn’t so sure why he loved dry-humping as much as he did, but he didn’t bother to question it when you gave in to his desires. Whether it was you grinding your clothes pussy onto his face or his crotch, it always had him twitching and leaking inside of his boxers. Right now, he’s laid on his back with you on his lap, only in your cute little panties, grinding right against his boxers.

With only two thin layers to separate you two, he was losing his mind. You chuckle as you tug the waistband of your underwear up to cup your pussy more, because you know he loves the look. König groans when you grind yourself down onto his clothed cock, a whine leaving yourself as your clit catches on the seam inside of your panties. “Love feeling your dick under me, honey.. Love getting your boxers all wet and messy with both of us.”

König whines and rolls his hips up against you—he wants that, he wants that so bad, wants his boxers to be so slick with both of you, he wants you to ruin your panties too, fuck. “Bitte, mmh—bitte, bitte bitte bitte..” König begs, his eyes wide as he looks up at you—he’s so desperate for this, he loves when you use him like this. He sits up on his forearm and grinds up against you harsher, a moan leaving him when he feels your hips stutter.