#loser!konig

[motomamita]

loser!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, nudes, sexting!

imagine being in your room at dawn with your laptop, trying to have fun and meet people on that page that was recommended to you. you spent several minutes until they paired you with könig.

it was almost dark, his camera only focused on his bare, muscular chest and part of his neck. he had a few scars and hair, his chest rose and fell as he breathed. könig spent his lonely nights on the app looking for a girl who would give him the attention he doesn't receive in real life.

he quickly texted you on chat when he saw you, almost desperate for you not to skip him.

"Hey.

Wyd?"

you smiled at his notable desperation and how he tensed his muscles wanting to show off. könig ran his large hand over his chest and settled back in his seat while admiring your face and how your nipples stood out through your blouse.

without wasting time, he asked you for your Instagram so he could stay in touch. he had fallen in love with you.

you said goodbye and you turned off your laptop to go to sleep when your phone rang. it was a private message from an account that belonged to könig.

you entered the chat and clicked on the photo he had sent you. it was his cock, thick, veiny and with the tip dripping with precum. followed by the photo, he send you another message.

"tits pics? please :("

how pathetic.

[amaranthinespirit]

loser!könig would fall asleep with his face buried in your pussy.

his breaths light and feathery as drool drips down from his lips, glistening from your juices, and mixing with your sticky arousal.

his massive paws that dug into the fat of your hips now loosen their bruising grip, limply laying on your skin. his grinding hips haltered their motions of humping against the couch cushions, now relaxed in the bliss of your pussy.

you're just so warm, schatz, how could you expect him to not be lulled to sleep by the drooling warmth of your cunt? you can't blame him, he's never eaten pussy before, he didn't know it'd be this blissful! your plush thighs acting as a pillow against his head, short chopped hair causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.

his nose putting pressure on your clit, warm breaths inhaling your musky scent that kept him groaning and his hips twitching, even in unconsciousness.

your soft mewls that spewed from your lips were like a lullaby to him, further lulling him in a deep, peaceful rest. his tongue still lapped lazily at your slit, slurping and suckling up your sweet juices that dribbled down his chin, glistening under the dim lights.

he's a sleep talker too, mumbling words into your puffy folds as he nips at your clit, "mmm, smell so good, schatz...taste so sweet too, like honey..." his voice is rough with sleep, almost incoherent.

and he'd be out for the night, that is unless you pulled his face back from your soaked cunt, overstimulated and sensitive from the slow releases he drew out from you.

he'd groan, eyes fluttering open as he tugged you by your hips, stuffing his face and indulging once again into his pretty girl's cunt, mumbling about how you'll have to let him eat you out at every chance if this is what it's like every time. you'll let him because the big, awkward brute doesn't quite know how to handle rejection, probably how you ended up in this situation.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Sleepy!Reader X Pushover!König?

Konig kidnaps a sleepy girl who doesn't give a fuck that she is kidnapped. A dream come true. You are quite cranky when woken up prematurely - so Konig dims the lights in all the rooms. Makes his bedroom soundproof not only to silence the sounds of your screams but also because he doesn't want to wake you up suddenly. He has the grace of an elephant in a tea cup shop, so he learns how to be soft, quiet, just for you. A warm hand rubs your hair, allowing you to lean into the touch. Konig smiles each time, kissing you softly. You murmur something in your sleep, looking absolutely adorable. Konig almost rethinks breaking your ankles so you could never leave the bed again. He resolves on a half measure - chaining you to a bedpost, occasionally letting you out for a bathroom break or some light stretching. He used to allow you to take baths on your own, a bit too shy to invade your privacy and a bit of pushover wile obeying your whining, but you fell asleep in the warm water - almost slipped down, almost drowned. Dumb girl, his precious girl - he is watching you like a hawk now, knowing he can't let you be off to your own devices. He doesn't want to call you stupid, but you are silly. You're silly, dizzy, and he is utterly whipped. Hates using his smartphone, but bought the latest Samsung for the best pictures of his sleepy girlfriend. Konig is enough of a pushover to not fuck you in your sleep - he wants you to be aware, to like it. To press your body closer to his and smile as he pushes his cock even further. You're adorable, really, and Konig wants to see you like him. You allow him to fuck you because he provides everything for you - even kidnapped and chained to the bed, and you find yourself kinda liking the situation. He brings out the best mattress and softest bedsheets, buys you an army of plush toys. Plays with your cunt while you hug one of the pillows, inhaling soft laundry scent. This is perfect - and you don't have to perform for anyone. Konig likes your bed hair and your sleepy expressions. He smiles when you blush and brings a kiss to your temple before diving in to fuck you properly. It's almost perfect, really.

[vegan-peppermint]

Older!Konig is a creep.

Cw: slut shaming, toxic ex, masturbation

Older!Konig who has just moved on your floor. You don’t see much of him, leaving his apartment early in the morning and returning long after sunset,

Older!Konig who sees you struggling climbing up the stairs with your bags one random tuesday, elevator out of order for weeks now. You don’t hear him coming, just feel a wall of presence behind you as his much larger hands reach out and take the bags from your grip.

“Let me help you,” he says softly, his voice calm but firm. You’re caught off guard by the gesture, but before you can protest, he’s already several steps ahead, heading toward your door. You hasten to catch up, your mind fleeting with words you meant to say but quickly forget as he stops in front of your apartment.

He turns sharply to face you. It’s the first time you really get a good look at him — those few times you peeked through the blinds don’t count. You linger, fumbling with your keys. He’s in his mid-forties, with gentle lines framing his face, and his icy blue eyes are sharp, alert, guarded beneath tired eyelids.

“You’re Konig,” it’s the first thing you said to him, before introducing yourself as well.

He humms solemnly interested only in getting your groceries inside.

Older!Konig who notices your clothes getting slutier every time he sees you. Over time, you notice his eyes lingering a little longer each time on your short skirts and tight tops.

Older!Konig who made it his main activity chaperoning you from your door to the exit of the building and vice versa. Always claiming “Ladies first,” letting you walk in front of him up the stairs. He’s just a polite man, schatz. Getting a look at your panties was just the reward for his courtesy.

Older!Konig who hears some loud noises coming from your apartment. He wasn’t eavsdropping, of course- but the loud voices and raised tones make it impossible not to listen in.

“Oh, that’s rich,” your voice was muffled by the not so thick wall. “I think it’s fucking rich you could even think about screwing other chicks given the fact you didn’t make me cum once. Not even one time, you fucking prick.”

Konig who can’t help but chuckle at your frustrated complaints. How poorly had this man fucked you when faced with proof of infidelity it’s second on your list of complaints.

Your shouting matches with your boyfriend are the main source of entertainment for König. He’s come home after a tough workout, collapsing onto his couch with a cold beer, the TV on mute as he leans in to listen.

Today your boyfriend started the argument, and Konig though his opening was weak.

“Can you stop dressing like a hooker for once?” Kyle sneered.

Konig’s lips twitch in a chuckle.

Poor Kyle.

Having an eye-candy such as yourself as a girlfriend sure sounded like a problem Konig also wished he had.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you,” Kyle continued.

“It’s just a cute outfit,” you snap back, voice trembling with anger.

“Those pieces of clothes barely cover your tits, be for real,” his voice grew louder. “You didn’t act like this before, when we first got together. Who are you tryin to impress?”

“Are you dense?” your screamed back. “Has it ever crossed you mind that I might do this for your attention? So maybe you would get hard and fuck me?”

“Don’t play all innocent,” he sneered, stomping so heavy the floor threatened to collapse. “I saw the way your eyes flickering after that old fuck across the hall.”

“Kyle,” you said in a calmer voice.

“Thats what I thought,” he continued, lowering his voice.

Konig’s ears pricked, eyes narrowing as if it would help him hear anything. Muffled voices came from behind the wall separating your apartments but the man could not untangle the words spoken.

Then came a sharper noise, like something solid hitting the floor, followed by the unmistakable tinkle of shattering glass. Konig's breath hitched when he heard your voice:

A sudden thud made Konig tense up.

His gaze flicked from the wall to his own silent front door and back again.

If he knew anything it was what a fight sounded like- Yet, the idea of such a disturbance involving someone as seemingly delicate as his doll of a neighbor felt jarring, almost unbelievable. This put him in a precarious position. What was the right thing to do, Schatz? Would you welcome his intervention, a knight in shining armor barging through the door? Or would his interference be met with your proud defiance? You were strong, independent; he knew you would likely bristle at the notion of being "saved."

“Get out! Get the fuck out!” you choked out just loud enough for Konig to promptly jump from his seat and walk straight through the door.

Older!Konig who is not surprised your shouts and swears were audible from the hallways, cut abruptly by the buzzing sound of your ring bell.

Silence.

Followed by muted movements and Kyle’s harsh voice urging you to be quiet.

Older!Konig who would cover the peephole just as your boyfriend tried to look through- element of surprise and what not.

Older!Konig, who really tried to not escalate the situation, just firmly told Kyle to step out of the apartment and leave, given he became a nauseous to you and implicitly to him.

But that smug boyfriend of yours just had to show he had balls. So full of himself and aggressive for no particular reason- Konig was the same at his age. He, however, had older men teach him -the hard and painful way-it’s no way a true man acts. Showed him a thing or two about authority when he needed to, and fixed his testosterone induced behaviour issues.

It’s really in Kyle’s best luck Konig will do the same for him.

Older!Konig who dodged your stupid boyfriend’s punch effortlessly, eyes looking for you inside the apartment. This boy was not his priority nor the reason he came down here, were you okay?

He’d try to hide his smirk when he caught a glimpse of your doe eyes peeping from the living room door.

Konig does not condone violence. He has lived a long life at both ends of aggression, death and gore interlinked with the fiber of his very being. It’s a hard burden- the one of war. It stains the most precious things one could get in life long before he gets a chance to even touch them.

But he'd be lying if he said the way your eyes flickered when he knocked Kyle to the ground didn't entertain his darkest, most brutal tendencies.

You were not overly excited or thankful, not that he expected you to. Kyle left screaming and threatening, nothing to be worried about, Konig assures you.

“Sorry we bothered you,” you said distantly.

He hesitated, uncertain how to respond. Maybe you felt he’d crossed a line. He studied your features carefully, searching for a sign, a hint—how do you want to be treated, Schatz?

Older!Konig settlig on a quiet hum of agreement before turning away, retreating silently back to his apartment without another word.

Older!Konig who quickly noticed you realised he could hear you in your own home.

No more loud phone calls or fights, no more late movie nights with your friends or other activities he was used to. He was conflicted- what else could he have done? Not protecting you when that happened wasn’t a choice, but he regretted the outcome. Why did you cut his access to you? Those thoughts were overwhelming, and he grew more and more desperate. Mind racing with plans on how he would knock on your door to apologize, bring you thousand of flowers - anything so you would allow him to be a witness to your life again.

Until one uneventful night, half past eleven- the dead of night interupted by your sweet voice.

Older!Konig who came to a sudden halt, brian short circuited. It couldn’t be…

“You will be the death of me,” he whispered. He walked with heavy steps towards your common wall, almost throwing himself at the sound of your moans. Ear pressed on the cold surface he closed his eyes, letting you flod every bit of him.

You’re too kind to him.

His jeans get tighter as he grabs his cock. This is wrong, he knows. You’re half his age at best, young and pure- way too pretty for someone like him. The fact he even allows himself to get hard to you should come as an insult, angel. His forehead is stuck to the wall as he fights with himself.

But your moans are calling to him.

He know better than to do this, yet he quickly unbuckles his belt.

This is for the best, if he allows himself this- this time only- he won’t want more. You wouldn’t mind, would you? If he lets his mind wonder to your ass, and your tits,- to your dumb, whore face.

Gosh, his mother taught him better than to disgrace such a young thing with his seed but you are. So. Fucking. Wet.

Even through the wall, he can hear it when you slap your pussy. It’s as if you were spread in front of him, legs open wide just for him. You fucking tease.

His calloused hand brushes against his cock. He strugled to imagine your hand instead of his, disappointment and frustration building up. But the noises you were shamelessly making were meant for him to dry his balls to.

He always had his certain curiosities about your body, about you. He's glad to find out you're a whiny mess. Loves the fact you're loud.

What would you like? Could you fulfill all his wants and demands? Would you cry when he fucks you, balls deep in that needy hole of yours?

You’d scream.

Hand moving up and down his length to the rhythm of your pathetic whimpers. He curses under his breath as he imagined you on the other side. Were you wearing a cute matching set or were you completely undressed in the cold air?

He hopes you’re playing with your tits, pinching those needy nipples he saw so often peak through your shirts. Make him proud and slap them for him.

He grunts thinking about choking you. Slapping your ass and spitting on you- he knows you’d like to be owned like that. He’d fuck away any memory of any other man you’ve been with and mold you to his cock. He’d be too rough, but you wouldn’t complain. He’d stuff you full without any warming up and pretend not to get off to your cries and discomfort.

“Mmph~ Fuck me,” you moan louder this time. “Konig, please!”

You needy slut, of course you’d beg for it.

He laughs, hand stroking his dick faster.

He knows you’ll suck him off tomorrow.

Hell, you’d be on all fours for him right now. Bet you left your door unlocked for him to come, barging in on you in such an intimate. You’d like that, no? Why else would you try to get his attention like this? You want him to be the big, bad wolf. It would be too much for you to admit the want to be fucked dumb on his fat cock. No, you’re all innocent and kind- this is beneath you.

Don’t worry, Angel. He’ll take the blame for ruining such a pretty thing like yourself.

He will ignore your protests as he breeds you like a bitch tomorrow.

For now, he curses you for making him cum in his hand.

[syluscore]

I'm a Loser, Baby

~loser, creep, disgusting, vile! König x fem! Reader~

Word count: 1103

Content warnings: harassment, cyber-bullying (digs at reader's personality, appearance, dead loved ones, and telling her to kill herself), stalking, nonconsensual touching(while sleeping), gross stuff (involving a toothbrush, silverware, and menstrual blood), male masturbation, fantasies about period sex, defiling corpse mention

!!!!!!STRICTLY 18+ BLOG! MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!

He’s obsessed with you and you never really pay attention to him. At first, you were intrigued by the giant masked man, but he’s so awkward and says the most unsettling things that you’re completely put off.  And it irritates the shit out of him.

It’s his personal mission to knock you down a few pegs. He starts anonymously bullying and harassing you. So many mean messages from random numbers and throwaway emails. You block every single one, but he always has more at the ready and makes more as needed. Apps such as TextNow have made this so much easier for him.

Fucking stupid. Useless woman. No one wants you around.

Ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.

No wonder you have no friends. Bet your family hates you too. 

Your laugh makes me gag and your teeth are disgusting. Cover your mouth, tramp.

I hope you hate yourself everyday, and if you ever forget, I’ll always be here to remind you. 

Ever thought of just killing yourself? Doing the world a fucking favor.

Your body is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen. Seen whales built better than you.

If you blew your face off, you’d be a lot more attractive. 

If you hung yourself in front of everyone, they’d just watch. Wouldn’t even try to save you. Worthless.

Personality is about as good as unseasoned chicken. Waste of space.

You ever stared at your side profile? Obviously not since you haven’t killed yourself yet.

He finds people online to send you messages and even call you too. All he has to do is send a little money their way and your contact info, they do all the rest. 

He watches the light slowly fade from your eyes as the messages get more and more elaborate. People online can get really creative. When you change your number and make a second email, he chuckles to himself and immediately forwards them along. 

You’re in your head a lot more now. Not paying attention much to everyone around you, fucking up in training which only makes you feel worse. Gives him extra time to go through your things and watch you in your oblivious state.

You don’t notice the little chew marks on your toothbrush. Him sneaking into your bathroom at least twice a week to suck on the object while he jerks himself off into your skin. You set your dirty spoon in the sink and the second you’re gone, he’s sucking and licking on that too. Groaning knowing your saliva is inside of him.

It continues to escalate until he finds himself going through your things. All of your things. He rummages through your trash casually. Your bathroom trash isn’t safe from his dirty hands either. 

Your monthly cycle is his favorite. He’s always enjoyed the sight of blood and yours makes him fucking feral. He keeps himself from outright touching or tasting the blood, but when he finds a pair of blood stained panties that you couldn’t be bothered with trying to clean or keeping for another cycle, he loses his mind.

It’s probably one of his favorite keepsakes of all time. Using the piece of fabric as a fidget toy of sorts. Whenever he’s alone in his room, he has them in his hands just rubbing them between his large fingers. Jerking himself off with the blood stained fabric numerous times. Always wondering what it’d feel like to fuck you while you’re bleeding–how much blood would coat your thighs and his cock.

In a locked drawer in his own room, he has almost a shrine dedicated to you. Little things he’s stolen from you and so many pictures of you. All taken when you’re unaware of them. An obscene amount of them from when you’re sleeping. Of him touching you when you’re sleeping. Of his cock touching your face and hands when you’re sleeping.

One day he’s leaned back in a kitchen chair, arms crossed over his chest while he thinks of what to do to torment you next, when you walk in eyes bloodshot. Like you’d just been crying. Which you had been thanks to a really nice message getting under your skin. One about defiling your dead relative’s corpse because it’d be more desirable than you. 

König stares at you, not moving a muscle or making a sound. You avoid eye contact as you aimlessly stare in the fridge.

He finally speaks up. “Okay. What’s wrong?” You try to brush it off, telling him it’s nothing, but he keeps pressing. And soon tears are falling from your eyes again and it has his cock hardening in his pants. 

You spill your guts. The harassment. The constant texts and emails. The bullying. The threats. The thing about your loved ones corpse. And König silently listens until your sobs finally stop. 

“You know, I know some people who can deal with this sort of thing. Could make a couple calls and make this disappear.” He fails to mention it’s because he’d call off his specialized force of internet dickheads. 

“Oh,” you speak quietly. “You don’t have to do that. Just feeling sensitive today. I’m sure I’ll feel fine again tomorrow.” Right. Your period should be here within a couple of days. PMS will do that to you–it always does. Best time to pay his people a little extra to be extra mean and consistent. 

“No. I insist. You’re being harassed and that is unacceptable.”

Your eyes soften, your lip continuing to tremble as you finally meet his eyes. “You’d–why would you do that for me? You’re willing to do that for me?”

König just barely nods his head. “Of course.”

You let out a sigh and wipe your tears, smiling widely at him. It has him completely rethinking his motives. You’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen when smiling up at him like that. 

Before he can process it, you’re wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and nuzzling your face against his chest. “Thank you, König!” You say happily, having full faith in him that he’ll accomplish this for you. 

That’s when you feel it. His fully hard cock. Pressing into you. Not a weapon, not a phone. His erection. You slowly take a few steps back from him, a look of disgust on your face. You stare at him for a fat minute before turning on your heels, storming out of the room. But not before yelling, “Pig!”

König does a full 180. Goes from smirking under his mask, to rage filled eyes. Have it your way. His efforts will now double in fucking with you. Self-righteous little bitch. 

~masterlist~

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[uhohdad]

(18+) WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

˚☽˚.⋆ Loser!König x Reader - Sharing a bed ˚☾˚.⋆

loser!könig purposely booked a room with only one bed, but he’ll spin a story about how the hotel messed up, even going so far as to feign frustration and air threats of complaint until you soothe him. Don’t worry, not that big of a deal, we’ll just share a bed. It’ll be fun, a sleepover.

loser!könig can’t stop staring at you as you both unwind in your hotel room, lying on your front and half-heartedly watching a cooking show, the white noise of the air-conditioner roaring in the background. Your teasing legs are bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles, swaying absentmindedly in the air. He’s drooling over your ass, practically hanging out of your thin lounge shorts.

loser!könig can hardly contain his excitement when you both finally retire for the night, crawling under the comforters. He’s annoyed you spend so much time playing with your phone before bed, because he’s just itching to have you asleep and all to himself.

loser!könig forces himself to wait until you’re in a deep sleep, a slight snore and the occasional twitch of a dream. He’ll gently peel back the brilliant white covers, his cock already straining against his sweatpants in pure excitement. His eyes devour every new inch of skin revealed to him, lingering on the rise and fall of your chest, braless in a loose tank top. He can see your nipples through the thin fabric, it’s not hard for him to imagine what your breasts look like underneath.

loser!könig bites his lip as he pinches the front of your tank top, carefully bunching it up to expose your torso. He freezes when you shiver, one of your arms moving to rest over your stomach, starting up again when you still.

loser!könig’s aching cock is leaking at the sight of your soft, perfect breasts on display for him, the cool air bringing your nipples to attention. He has to stifle both a whine and his urge to touch you, palming the front of his pants for relief and not so much as blinking while he ravages you with hungry eyes.

loser!könig can’t restrain himself, freeing himself from his sweatpants and pumping his cock to the sight of your tits, a show that’s just for him. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip hard enough he nearly draws blood, holding back his grunts and moans with a strain.

loser!könig lasts less than a minute, forcing his choked moans to leave him as only breath. Every muscle is tight and tensed as he splatters your chest with his finish, working out every last drop, trembling and heaving overtop of you.

loser!könig snaps a picture of your cum-soaked tits before he carefully pulls your shirt flush to the arm slung over your waist, tucking you under the comforter once again.

loser!könig gets no sleep that night, staring mesmerized at the photo of his finish claiming ownership of your chest until morning.

˚☽˚.⋆ loser!könig ˚☾˚.⋆

[aforestescape]

thinking about letting your friend, loser!konig grope you

content includes: idk man, consensual somno, chubby/fat reader, afab reader, gn reader, cunnilingus, p.in.v sex

it was so hard not to make this man a freak😔. i know this man would be stealing panties and huffing them like drugs

it’s dim and cloudy outside, rain batting against the window. the heavy resonance of thunder hitting every minute letting you know the storm won’t be ending anytime soon.

you’d been planning on going out with konig after classes but it looked like the weather had won over. you guys decided to huddle up in your bed, the plush blanket covering you both, most of it over konigs large form, as you watched random youtube videos on your television.

between the lulling sound of the rain and how warm you felt sharing your space with him you could feel drowsiness settling in. your clouded vision moving over to konig between heavy blinks to see his gaze shift from the tv to you. another long blink and you can see his eyes flicker from your face to your chest.

he’s mesmerized by the sight, how soft and plush you look. all cozy and tired. feeling comfortable enough in his presence to fall asleep next to him. it makes him feel guilty as he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest. licking over his chapped, scarred lips as he stares at the roundness of your tits. what he’d give for a chance to touch you, to feel your warm skin against his large and scar littered hands.

he has to fight himself to not touch you. you’re his friend and you definitely aren’t interested in him. it’s a surprise and miracle in itself that you decided to befriend him in the first place. even if people could look past how tall and imposing he was they still saw him as a weirdo, a freak. he was anxious around others he didn’t know well, had interests that were deemed inappropriate and childish.

he felt like you being in his life was a gift for the years of loneliness he’d endured. but he wouldn’t push his luck, no matter how much he wanted to explore your beautiful body.

konig lets out a shaky breath, eyes flicking up to your face to see your eyes already locked on him. a blush creeps up his neck and cheeks. your low eyes, the evident tiredness in them and he hopes you don’t realize he was staring at you with hunger.

he shifts his gaze away and back to the television. your gaze staying on his face for a few seconds, enjoying how adorable and pathetic he looks. it’s not lost on your that your friend has a crush on you. that he’s probably a virgin or at least had very little action. you’ve talked about it before, how much it hurts him to not only have no friends but nobody interested in dating him. nobody has ever seemed to want him, an impossibility in his eyes.

it made you feel bad for him. he was your friend, of course you could find things in him that would appeal to others romantically. it was just that you didn’t date. you didn’t want to and didn’t like to engage in any type of relationships. you were focused on other aspects of your life and more than content with being single. but konig always made you burn inside.

you never would have thought you had an innocence kink until you met him. or was it his submission? how easily and pathetically you knew he’d crumble if you gave him the opportunity to touch you. it made you feel powerful and ignited a fire in your veins. made wetness pool between your thighs.

there didn’t seem like a better time than now. your hand reaching down the bed to grab a hold of his. you idly play with his fingers in your sleepy haze. comparing the difference between the sizes, the difference in texture and complexion. gently running a finger over his palm, trailing down as you trace shapes in his freckles.

your eyes move up to his, keeping them locked on the pretty greenish blue of them as you bring his hand closer to you. pulling it towards your chest and making him cup your breast in his hand. a smirk pulls on your lips as his eyes widen, stuck on your chest. you give a slight squeeze, before holding his hand there.

“do you want me to stop,” you ask him softly, voice laced with drowsiness. he blinks at you, his eyes slightly wild like he can’t believe this is happening. you roll your eyes at his lack of words, tutting at him.

“c’mon i need your consent. yes or no.” konig let’s out another breath, moving his hand on his own, squeezing your tit. you let out a soft gasp, cunt clenching around nothing at his greedy grip.

“y-yes schatz,” he stumbles out. you let out a hum, closing your eyes. you let yourself drift off to sleep while his large hands weigh your tits in them. your actions emboldening him to pull your top down. his fingers running over your soft nipples, rubbing tight circles until they peak under his touch.

you can almost feel his greedy touch as you sleep peacefully. his hands moving to remove your clothes. running over the rolls of fat and stretch marks that cover your body. quiet groans leaving his mouth as he takes his fill of you. finally, finally being able to get his hands on you after months of being in the friend zone.

if this is his only chance he’s going to make it count. his hand dipping between your plush thighs to feel your wetness. his large, hung cock drooling in the confines of his pants. he moves down in your bed, hovering over the lower half of your body. running his hands up and down your thighs, your wetness smearing against your soft skin.

he spreads your thighs apart to finally get a look at your pretty cunt. he almost wants to take his time looking at you. detailing your pretty, glistening cunt to memory. but he delved his head down instead, taking a large huff of your cunt and groaning. the puff of air he lets out against you making you whimper quietly in your sleep.

konig flattens his tongue, licking from your cunt and up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, licking you again to gather your wetness on his tongue. he’s hardly started and yet he knows he won’t ever get enough of you. licking and suckling on your clit. his thumb pressed against your leaking hole as he eats you out.

he pulls back slightly to spit on your cunt, watching the saliva trail down. leaning back in to lick up the trail it left and sucking your clit as he reaches it. he repeats the movement again and again. your wetness seeping and bursting onto his tongue. making him moan and pant as he moves his head side to side. coating his face in your juices while he takes his fill of you.

the smell of you all around him makes him light headed. the taste of you, the tired little whimpers you let out going to his aching cock. he ruts his hips against the mattress, thrusting against the fabric as he devours your pussy. he doesn’t stop until you let out a burst of wetness and cum on his tongue. lapping it up eagerly, moaning and mumbling praises against your spasming cunt.

konig lets out a groan as he sits back up. a mixture of saliva and your sweet juices on his face as he stares down at your cunt. he has to catch his breath, taking the time to touch you. caressing the fat of your thighs and squeezing them. you’re a breathtaking view to him. konig feels like he’s on autopilot as he reaches one hand up to collect your wetness on his fingers.

the pads of his index and middle finger pressing against your clit to rub tight circles. it’s an addictive sight, watching you tremble in your sleep. the lightning from outside briefly lighting up your prone form. your cunt clenching around nothing with each circle he makes on your bud. he could get used to this.

licking over his lips, with the taste of you on them, he moves to get out of his pants. stumbling out of the fabric and throwing it onto the floor out of sight. settling back between your spread legs. konig hooks your thighs over his as he grips his large, weeping cock in his grasp. ragged breaths leaving his lips as he gives a few desperate tugs. pulling back his foreskin to smear his precum along the shaft.

“du bist perfekt, mein schatz. absolut perfekt.”

konig leans over your body, pressing his shaft against your slippery cunt. shifting his hips to run his length up your pretty cunt slowly and then back down. he moves his hips repeatedly, setting a slow, steady pace as he rubs against you. his hands and muscles trembling as he pushes your thighs back more. blunt nails digging into your plush skin as he picks up speed.

“ah fuck. du fühlst dich so gut an schatz- fuck. so gut.”

you wake back up briefly to konig rutting against you. his head tossed back and pretty eyes squeezed shut as he shifts his hips back and forth. a pool of wetness under you, both of your arousal smeared along your cunt, inner thighs and the fat of your stomach. his spongy head rubbing against your clit repeatedly has you moaning.

not sure how many times you’ve cum at this point as your body quickly succumbs to the building pleasure. toes curling as you reach out to grab the sheets. moaning out konigs name and hearing him whine in pleasure in response. his eyes meet yours, shining with desire as sees you awake.

“ah bitte. fick mein schatz. bitte- please. lass mich ihn reinstecken. ich muss in dir sein. let me in.”

you’re too lost in the feeling as konig stops his thrusts to hold his cock, swiping his leaking head against your clit. you nod your head at him, trying to chase that high feeling inside of you. he lets out a groan, a string up thanks and curses leaving his lips as he replaces his cock with his thumb on your clit.

rubbing it back and forth while lining his large cock with your entrance. pressing against your slick, wet heat and grunting as the head pushes in. you tell him to keep going, bucking your hips so he’ll continue slipping inside of you.

konigs mind is reeling as he feels you around him. your spongy walls wrapping around him is utter bliss. the way you moan and cry under him as he stretches you out spurring him on. as he bottoms out inside of you you’re right on the edge. hands moving to grab onto his forearms as he slowly pulls out of you. nails digging in with with every thrust back into of you.

“fuck schatz. ihr seid so-“

he can’t finish his statement as he feels your walls spasming around him. konigs thrusts growing faster as he watches your body tense up. you’re so gorgeous he can hardly think, hardly breathe as he fucks you. a pathetic whiny noise leaving him as he cums. thrusts growing ragged as konig chases the feeling of filling you up.

you’re shaking under him, legs twitching and he has to hold himself up on his forearms to keep from crushing you under him. his thrusts slow as he tries to catch his breath. you wrap your arms around him to pull him into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

your hands running up and down his back as he settles into you. keeping his spent cock inside of you, wanting to keep every last drop of his seed inside of you. he can’t even be ashamed at cuming so fast, it feels like heaven being sunk inside of your cunt.

you offer him gentle pecks on his neck, eyes closed as you start to drift off. the quiet sound of the rain and video, konigs breath against you lulling you to sleep.

this wasn’t supposed to be this long or include sex at first lol. hope you enjoyed it xd

update: forgot to add that i used deepL translate for the german. also there’s so many spelling mistakes omg, i’ve fixed them now though

[luertrigo]

Before we start, I'd like to let everyone know that this is my first time writing something suggestive ( ;´ - `;). So I'm sorry if this is too awkward !!

CW: mention of overstimulation [m!receiving].

König was desperate. When was the last time his body felt the soft touch of a woman? Even the strongest man can't go without it for too long. Not even him, although he liked to think of himself as more of a machine than a man.

Such desperation — it was probably what led him into your arms. You looked like a doll. All fluttering eyes and soft talk. Like that of a mermaid, your song called out to him and he, deceived by your beauty, ran right into your trap like the silliest of pirates.

He wasn't sure when you had fished out those handcuffs. Those cute, fluffy, pink handcuffs that wrapped around his wrists so daintily and made the situation border comicality. In your eyes, at least, because you seemed to be having fun. Milking orgasm after orgasm out of him, batting your lovely eyelashes and promising it'd be the last time (though after the third time he seemed to realize you weren't planning on stopping at all).

König was desperate. Which explains why he gave you his phone number when you suggested "meeting up again some other time". It's not everyday that you find such an eager woman, right, König?

[audisive]

i love loser könig say it with me

[motomamita]

loser!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, cunnilingus, sex!

loser!könig

a simple photo of your breasts was enough for könig to become the most submissive and needy being in the entire universe. And how to blame him? It was the first time that a girl agreed to have a conversation with him without leaving him in seen or blocking him.

from that moment on, not a day went by when könig sent you a good morning message or a photo of his fat cock showing through his jeans. sometimes you ignored him or took a while to respond, but he always answered instantly. könig didn't mind staying up late talking to you or having to look at his cell phone constantly waiting for your response, he loved the little attention you gave him.

some nights he would surprise you by sending you videos of him masturbating while moaning your name and telling you in an agitated voice how much he needed you there with him. he set your photo as his wallpaper and, sooner rather than later, asked for your bank account information to send you money every time you delayed responding.

soon könig proposed that you meet him in his city, he wanted to meet you in person. you hesitated at his proposal but soon changed your mind when you noticed the amount of money he had sent you, it was enough to pay for a plane ticket to his city. it was all paid for, so how can you say no?

you met könig in a hotel room that he had reserved for both of you. in photos he looked huge and in person it was even more so. he covered almost the entire door frame, his muscles were visible through his t-shirt and his face expressed absolute desire. in his hand he carried a bouquet of roses that he had bought especially to receive you and a bottle of champagne.

you both didn't talk much. there was no need either, you both knew what you were going for.

könig had you under him, hugging your bare legs preventing you from escaping while his big cock entered and exited you. your pussy stretched deliciously with each thrust while your clitoris rubbed against his skin. könig breathed close to your face, fixing his gaze on every expression of pleasure and how you desperately asked him to slow down a little.

"cutie, i can't stop, i can't..."

könig increased the speed of his thrusts, sinking you into the mattress and approaching your face to kiss you desperately. your tongues played with each other and his alcoholic breath invaded you completely.

"are you going to cum? uh? i can feel your pussy squeezing my fat cock. come on, cum in my mouth."

könig pulled out of you and brought his mouth to your wet pussy. he licks and sucks every part of your folds like he's wanted to do it for a long time, and he did. he brought his large hands to your thighs and squeezed them tightly, preventing you from closing your legs.

you pulled his hair hard as your orgasm hit. könig moaned over your pussy and tried to collect all your flavor with his tongue.

before you could react, he sat up and positioned himself on top of you jerking his cock quickly while moaning your name. in a matter of seconds his abundant warm cum fell onto your belly and a moan of relief left his mouth.

"fuck, cutie... now, can you let me cum inside you, please, please?"

with a face like that, how can you refuse? :(

[amaranthinespirit]

riding loser!könig

by the time you managed to straddle him, he's probably already came twice in his pants. the way your fingers fumbled with his belt and the zipper of his unbearably tight jeans, his bulge rubbing against the rough denim and cotton boxers.

he already made a mess of the material, and feeling as your hands caress across his chest, your body sinking down on his angry, red cock, he couldn't help but shoot thick, pearly cum from his tip. it oozed down the side of his dick, drooling across his hips and down onto the sheets below.

you merely chuckled, a hand barely wrapped around the girth of his cock as you spread his release, feeling the veins under your palm and the way he twitched in your hand, curses in his mother tongue flying from his lips in a desperate gasp.

all you do is guide his cockhead to your drooling cunt, slick with arousal as you part your folds with his tip. sticky cum mixed with your sweet slick as you coated his flesh as if it were lube. you hoped it would make taking his heavy cock easier—it wouldn't.

even before you had guided his cock to your slit, his chest heaved, features flushed from his previous climaxes that came way too easily. it's not his fault he's never been touched by a woman! not all his previous attempts had been successful—the poor social recluse and his debauched thoughts left to his own right hand.

but you were different than his past endeavors—he didn't give up. he didn't quite understand rejection when it came to you. come on, schatz! he likes you, so shouldn't you feel the same way? silly, silly maus, he'll convince you!

and he did! which is how you ended up on top of him, his meaty, thick cock wrapped in your hands as you hover above him, fingers barely touching, waiting to impale yourself on his sensitive dick. his two burly hands pawing at your breasts, kneading the fat under his palms and turning the skin red.

a burn had split down your body as you slipped his tip past your puffy folds, feeling his cock head twitch against your spongy walls as you slowly sank down onto his cock.

you felt a thick, white substance ooze from between your thighs, the way your sopping cunt was suddenly full despite only pushing his tip past your folds. if it wasn't for the loud groan that fell from his lips, you'd have been clueless.

all you did was smirk, slowly sinking further down on his cock while you tried to adjust to his brutish size. small gasps falling from your lips with every added inch, and it didn't help when his massive hands creeped from your breasts down to your waist, slipping to your backside and gripping the flesh between his fingers with bruising force.

you yelped as he forced you all the way down onto his heavy cock—he's selfish! can you really blame him, schatz? you feel like heaven, how could be not!

you're so warm, and tight, and wet, schatz! he just wants to stay buried in your sopping cunt forever! your spongy walls clamping so tightly around him, he was worried you'd push him out! his girthy cock was stretching you so much, you could feel the prominent veins along his length, as though they could be imprinted into your pussy. like his cock was the only thing made to fit inside your tight cunt.

your hands fell against his chest, strings of incoherent words babbled from your lips as he used your tight cunt, his hips pounding you fervently as vocal groans and grunts escaped his throat, drowning out your soft cries at the feeling of his bulbous tip slamming against your cervix.

he didn't last long—reference the 4 other times he had came that night. a mere 30 seconds before he filled you again, thick ropes of pearly cum leaking from his cock that was buried deep in your spongy cunt.

his hands on your ass, grasping firmly as he held you down—despite your shuddering and squirming on top of him. his tip grazing your cervix as he hoped for his seed to take. he just wants to stay with you, and this is a sure way for that to happen.

by the end of the night, he had come at least 5 times—he's sensitive, schatz! if you want him to last longer, you should give yourself to him more often! then, he'd be able to be buried in your pussy for longer than 30 seconds!

[gremlingottoosilly]

Social Worker!Reader who gets sent to Loser!Konig's house due to multiple calls and complaints about his behaviour and supposed mental state

You're here because you were really passionate about helping kids and the elderly. Too bad you were sent to work in a town that lacks kids and has over 60% of the elderly patients as very gruff veterans. Maybe it was something in the air, maybe it was some weird water-induced PTSD retaliation, but you're mostly handling calls from worried families of some traumatized veteran who decided to live in the area. That, and you also handle Konig. He is a good guy, really. Retired colonel - retired with honors, no less, and a mercenary gig that no doubt makes his PTSD feel even worse at times. He is a good guy whenever he doesn't hunt for deers in the woods - you're pretty sure it's kind of forbidden, but you're also not the one who would look at an anxious patient and tell him that no, having severing deer heads as a hobby isn't a good coping mechanism. Those are his emotional support mutilated animals, and you won't come between a guy and his passion. He is sort of a loser, you think. He got too much of that thousand-yard stare, his eyes following you everywhere. Staring in the crease of your shirt where your chest is, trying to take a peek under your skirt when summer heat approaches and you can't deal with the heat anymore. You exchange having sweaty legs for his leering stare, and it's almost a fair trade. He would look at you like he wants to kill you, and then politely ask for you to do a welfare check inside. You think - fucking hell, this dude is totally going to kill you. You think checking him off the checklist will probably give you a nice little bonus. Neutralizing a problem before it becomes bigger. Preventing a town-wide shooting conducted by a bored veteran with too many weapons stashed in his basement. He showed you - got excited and a little bit hard, having a pretty girl look all over his hunting riffles. He is smart enough not to tell you about the other things he is totally hiding - and you aren't dumb enough to try and investigate whether or not he has enough assault riffles stashed to supply a small army. You listen to his rambles about his favorite anime - not the harem garbage, at least, not a single underage female character in sight of his figure collection. You suppose it was nice, better than you thought it would be. Some of his favorite shows are fun, and you find yourself almost waiting for the next visit. You don't shove away his hand on your knee because you're priding yourself on preventing risks, and you sometimes, having sex with a weirdly hot nerdy guy next door is the only thing left on your welfare checklist.

[uhohdad]

Loser!König has a huge thing for panties ♡

He’s always fantasizing about what pair you’re wearing, ignoring your ramblings while he tries to guess the color and cut hiding beneath your clothes. Too busy undressing you in his thoughts and modeling you in different pairs to find it in him to listen to you. Occasionally he can see the outline of them through your pants - he can’t take his eyes away, drooling over the idea of your ass peeking out the bottoms of your pretty panties.

The first time König worked up the courage to steal a pair from your dirty laundry, he could hardly make it back to his bedroom without painting the inside of his underwear from the friction of his jeans alone. Holding them up and fantasizing about what they would look like filled out with your enticing curves. Balling up the fabric and pressing his nose into your panties with a deep, intoxicating inhale of your scent. It takes all of two pumps of his cock before he’s spilling his finish over his hands, the image of you straddling his face clear in his mind.

He picked out a pair just for you - his favorite, a baby pink with a lace trim, a dainty bow on the front. He knows it’s risky, but he threw them in with a load of your laundry anyway, hoping you’d not think twice of it.

Weeks later, he catches a glimpse of you reaching forward, the hem of your shirt rising and the lace trim on the panties he got you peeking out from your waistband. The sight breaks him, his breaths hitched and every muscle in his body locked and twitching as he stains his underwear with his pent-up finish. ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[karlachismylife]

I think I'm finally comfortable enough to ask y'all (pls don't hate me I've been in my own fandom bubble my whole life)

What is with the loser!character? Like, what does it mean? Why are they losers if they still have their careers/partners/good sex/whatever? Also what's the appeal? (not to shame again, genuinely curious since I'm always glad to learn what makes people tick, even if it ends up being not my cup of tea)

Please I'd be really grateful for any explanation of the trope cuz I am so lost every time I see it and it seems pretty popular...

(literally the only time i "used" something similar to this trope was when i worked as a sexter on OF and had a guy who was into humiliation; and it didn't look like what i see written in fics with this tag)

[starboye]

loser!konig who has no idea how he bagged a hottie like you but he's willing to do anything to keep you

when konig and you started sating he had no idea how it happend, he was so nervous to talk to you at first but now he has you sat on his lap watching tv and he literally can't breath from how excited he is

he gets a nose bleed every time you kiss him it's embarrassing but you find it so cute, and he'll do literally anything for you, if you're out shopping he's handing you his credit cards and becoming your shopping cart, holding all your bags and opening your doors for you

he's kiss the ground you walked on if you didn't stop him, he just doesn't want you to leave him for some cooler and hotter guy although you tell him all the time you would never, and when i say he'll do anything i mean anything (even in bed)

he once let you dress him up in some pretty pink lingerie and put a leash on him, letting you ride him all night till he was literally shaking and couldn't think, but anything to make sure his sweetie stayed with him

[tacticalprincess]

loser!könig has so many gross fetishes and fantasies he wants to act out, accumulating during the many years he spent without a real girlfriend, his mind tainted from the plethora of porn he consumes. once he finally meets you, someone so beautiful and eager to please, and convinces you to give him a chance, he can barely contain his excitement. he keeps you locked in his room for hours at a time, bending you in different positions and forcing you to take load after load until you’re a wrecked, dizzy, overstimulated mess. then he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you his parents are waiting downstairs to meet you.