#uhohask

[uhohdad]

hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*

(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König

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“What do you think of this one?”

Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.

Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.

Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.

Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.

Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.

Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.

Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.

Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.

“Äh, it didn’t fit.”

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Loser!König

[uhohdad]

loser könig ‘comforting’ reader after she had a bad breakup/failed date…

(18+) Loser!König x Heartbroken!Reader

WARNING: MANIPULATIVE & COERCIVE BEHAVIOR

Loser!König’s brows are creased in sympathy, cooing reassurances in a soft, compassionate tone - but he truly could not be happier. He has to bite back the smile just begging to make the muscles in his face sore.

Loser!König hated your boyfriend anyway, such an arrogant jerk he was. König would treat you so much better, he would never make you cry. You can’t see it now, but you’re much better off.

Loser!König doesn’t dare miss his opportunity to touch you, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry, his hands dipping lower than they should on each descent of his gentle traces.

Loser!König’s cock is straining against his pants, and he can hardly bring himself to feel ashamed about it. The sound of your stuttered sobs and the sight of tears streaming down your face has his cock at full attention, a bead of arousal forming at the tip and threatening to stain his underwear.

Loser!König scoots closer to you, pressing his thigh to yours as he slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

Loser!König sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a needy groan when your palm rests on his chest. He can feel your plush, clothed breasts graze against him with each of your faltered breaths.

Loser!König rests his cheek on the top of your head, eyes lulling as he inhales you. You’re intoxicating, he’s high off the scent of your shampoo and your touch, his cock throbbing with each breath of you he draws.

Loser!König will fix you a drink to make you feel better. Loosen you up a little. You’re so weak and vulnerable right now, he’s hoping that your ex not only just drove you into his arms, but into his bedroom as well.

Loser!König <3

[uhohdad]

What about Loser!Konig x Bimbo! reader? Konig somehow bagged a total catch and did not know how to act or smth lol

:]

(18+) König x Bimbo!Reader

He’s really not sure how this happened. He suspects that he gave off the ‘jock’ impression from stature alone, and you just never bothered to dig beyond looks. Oblivious to the perverted, deranged, loser of a man that lies festering just beneath the surface.

He’s basically a giant purse. An accessory, a big strong plaything at your side, a hunk of meat to fill the role of ‘boyfriend.’ A trophy, a bodyguard, a long, thick cock to fill you up at the end of the day.

He still lies awake at night, staring at you while you sleep on his chest, entirely dumbfounded. It’s a dream come true, yes, but it was something he had never anticipated, let alone prepared for.

His best defense is staying silent. Never sharing his thoughts or opinions on anything, nodding along with wide eyes at every little minute detail you share about your day, hoping you can’t see right through him. You make it easy, though, because all you ever seem to do is talk about yourself, so caught in your own pink and sparkly bubble it doesn’t even cross your mind to ask him anything about himself. It’s hard to be thoughtful when your favorite flavor of lipgloss goes on sale, or you’re dealing with the harrowing struggle of deciding which color to paint your nails, or the truly distressing drama tearing apart the pack of sluts you call friends.

Tolerating the mind-numbing things you deem significant is all worth it, though. When you’re on your knees, pretty eyes staring up at him as you deep throat his cock, allegedly water-proof mascara streaming down your face while you stave off your gags. Or when you’re straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning like a true whore, soft hands feeling up the muscles that keep you on his lap. Or when you’re on your back, legs spread and cunt soaked around him as he watches your tits respond to the ruthless pounding he’s giving you, fucking what little thoughts you have from your head. He doesn’t hold back, abusing your cunt in retaliation for making him endure your idiocy day in and day out, treating you like the simple-minded slut you are. Hips slamming into your trembling thighs, bullying your g-spot, filling you to the brim and forcing a squeaky, annoying moan from you with each thrust. Grunting degradations and manhandling you with a hardened touch until you’re dripping with his finish.

And you love it, too. If it didn’t feel so fucking good he’d laugh. You’re too dim-witted to see how he looks down on you, degrades you, reduces you to your body. You’re just his trophy, a plaything, a warm hole to fuck at the end of the day.

Even if you didn’t know it, you two were made for each other ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[uhohdad]

I'm not too sure if requests are on at the moment (feel free to ignore this if they aren't, if you're uncomfortable with the request, or if you're simply uninterested, my sweet! 🫂)

What are your thoughts on Loser!König with a cuckold fetish? Who loves being humiliated? Who loves watching his girlfriend get fucked by another man? I'm not too sure if this crosses your boundaries or anything, so don't feel pressured to respond! (⁠T⁠T⁠) ♡

After all, König is a useless virgin, or at least he lacks experience in the bedroom. He can't properly please you or drag an orgasm out of you, because he comes embarrassingly quickly, practically huffing and puffing through his second orgasm while you're wincing at the sheer size of König and the splitting pain between your soft, warm thighs. He barely lasts two minutes – if that at all. He's been deprived of pussy and sex, please understand him, Mauschen!

He gets off knowing that his girlfriend is satisfied, despite the envy and jealousy burning within him, as well as the shame and disgust that follows that he can't properly please you, mainly due to his size and lack of experience. As long as you let him eat you out afterwards and clean up that man's filth using his tongue, then it's alright. Just run your fingers through his tangled hair and let him fall asleep with his throbbing, swollen boner leaking all over you. 🌷

orla i love your beautiful mind also i am SO sorry this took so long <3

(18+) Loser!König x Reader x Ghost - Cuckholding

Even though he’s straining against his boxers, you still have to tie König down to the chair in the corner of the room to prevent him from losing his cool. His fists clenched on the arms of the chair, teeth grit and grinding as he watches Simon bury his cock into you like he owns it.

He might as well, because König certainly isn’t pleasuring you. Hasn’t managed to give you an orgasm once. Skipping crucial warm-up to shove his eager, thick cock into a cunt that’s far too tight and unprepared. Burying his finish into you before the first tear can even well in your eyeline. Maybe the apology he mutters into your skin afterwards is genuine, but it certainly doesn’t lend to correcting his behavior the next time.

“Fuck, that’s it, love.”

Simon’s grunts are restrained and ravenous, deep and gravelly in your ear.

“Just needed someone who knows what they’re doing, yeah?”

Through the blur of each degrading slam into your cunt from behind, you catch sight of König, his half-lidded eyes projecting pure loathing as he watches you bounce on his rival’s cock. Jaw tight at your pathetic, squeaky moans and his thighs rubbing together to release the aching throb in his cock.

“You’re dripping, love. Soaking this fucking cock.”

Simon ends his praise on a grunt, an extra rough series of slams into your plush ass. König is gifted the intoxicating image of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands clawing at the sheet in pleasure for once, a feat he’s yet to achieve.

König’s flushed with jealously, skin burning with envy, watching Simon one-up him with his girlfriend’s pleasure. The stuttered moans that leave you are desperate, entirely succumb to his skilled cock. Rough and brute in the right way. His balls are slapping against your clit at the perfect angle, coaxing whines from your raw throat with each bottom out.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes - yes!”

Simon gives a pleased hum, rubbing it in by shooting König a smug stare and cocky grin.

“Your girl is so tight and wet f’me.”

König’s eyes flare, his muscles tight and shaking in rage, teeth threatening to crumble under the pressure.

“Simon - Close! So close!”

“That’s a good girl, love, cum on this cock.”

The cry that leaves you is deafening and stuttered by Simon’s abusive cock bullying your g-spot. Limp and pliant to the strong hands on your hips as the pleasure swallows you whole, a white heat that sends jolts of euphoria from your core to the rest of your useless body.

“Such a good girl,” He coos softly, a sharp contrast to the cruel cock that pounds your sensitive cunt.

“I know it’s been too long.”

You can’t even respond, cock-drunk and strung-out on your bliss. Simon leans down, pressing his firm, warm chest to your back, his lips in your ear.

“Gonna’ fill that pretty cunt.”

His ruthless cock bottoms out with each thrust, his hips a blur and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room until he presses himself flush to your ass, cock entirely buried in you with a finish deep into your cunt, filling you with his messy, greedy finish.

He gives three final thrusts to stuff his cum in you, his nails digging into your hips when he finally wavers. His cock is pulsing and twitching, pulling out of your overstimulated cunt before slapping his arousal and cum-soaked cock against your thighs and leaving you with a handprint on your ass cheek.

Simon wipes off his sweat with a towel, tossing it in König’s lap as he heads for the door.

“Better get to cleaning, Lover Boy.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

[uhohdad]

Can i request hehe? loser!könig x clingy reader 😞🙏, thank youu😍🥰😘🫦😝😏

(18+) Loser!König x Reader

König’s never met someone so touchy before. Laying your soft, delicate hand on his arm so casually, not even slowing the story you’re recounting. He’s stopped listening the moment you made contact with him, it’s impossible to focus on anything but the searing, electric heat that builds under your hand.

He freezes whenever you greet him with a hug. You don’t even seem to notice how he short-circuits when you smush your cheek in the space just below his chest, little arms slung around his waist. He can’t even bring himself to return the embrace, staring down at you with wide eyes long after you pull away. A bright, toothy grin on your face as you ramble on like you hadn’t just gifted him the most intimate moment he’s had with another human being in years, entirely oblivious to the cock at attention and filling the slack in the front of his pants.

König doesn’t text. And when he does, he restricts it to business matters only. So he’s truly not sure how to respond to your messages that consist of mostly nonsense. The café drink you ordered this morning, a picture of a random dog you saw while out and about, a joke he doesn’t understand in the least bit … asking about his day?

You care about how his day went?

And now König texts. Fighting the truly arduous battle of having large hands and a tiny phone keyboard. Sending you responses that are littered with typos and nothing short of cryptic. He feels as if you’ve classically conditioned him, because every time his phone lights up, so does he. He nearly throws his phone across the room trying to retrieve it to see what you’ve sent him this time. He spends way too much time, especially before bed, rereading your old conversations and smiling at the silly things you send him.

His favorite are the photos. Selfies, you call them. Pictures of you doing mundane things - except you’re in them. Giving him a photo of your face without thinking twice, not knowing the worth of such a priceless treasure.

König could stare at your face for hours, soaking in every detail as he replays your conversations in his head, the echoes of your laughter in his ears and his hand wrapped around his frustrated cock.

He likes to imagine how soft your lips would feel, where those delicate hands would wander as you press your tongue to his. Those pretty, sparkling eyes staring up at him while you’re on your knees, struggling to swallow a cock that you’re clearly no match for. Wondering what your face would look like twisted with overstimulation and pleasure as you take his thick cock, your plush chest bouncing against your ribcage with each powerful thrust of his hips. He stares longingly at your photo through drowsy, half-lidded eyes, pumping his cock until his breathy grunts turn shallow, every muscle tight and trembling. His finish splatters over his stomach in creamy droplets, coating his hardened hands while he milks every last drop, imaging he’s staking his claim deep inside your cunt instead.

You’re torturing him with your insistence.

He hopes you never stop.

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[uhohdad]

Dawg what if we tortured König instead. Forcing him down on his knees after kidnapping him huh :(((. I need. To torture a man. But also he seems like a maso

(18+) König x Reader

Bested by a meek little thing like you. He of all people should know not to judge a book by its cover, he was wrong to overlook you, to underestimate you. The hypocrisy is sharpened into a serated blade that shreds him from core to chest. Those half-lidded, dangerous blue eyes project nothing but icy hatred. Under his hood, his lips pull into a snarl, a growl threatening to leave grit teeth.

The aching, leaking cock straining against the give in his pants tells a different story.

His eyes roll when you catch it. Your brow raises, head tilting with a smug, arrogant grin that spreads like butter across bread.

“Well, would you look at that,” You chime, the patronization in your voice successfully searing his skin with heat.

The muzzle of your gun gets distracted, your aim leaving his chest, a slight rattle in your gun’s parts as you eye the taut zipper of his pants.

When you laugh, proud and sinful and cackling, he has to close his eyes, fingers clenching over the palms raised in surrender. He mutters under his breath, cursing his cock that only strengthens in response to your reveling in his humiliation.

Your draw is smooth, eyes narrowed at him, a playful smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

“You pervert.”

König has to look away, his eyes finding the ceiling, giving you a clear view of the adam’s apple nervously bobbing in his throat.

“You like this?” You give a two-note hum as your boots step closer to him, “You like it when someone tames a thing like you?”

Your gun gestures top to bottom, outlining his clearly superior figure.

He huffs a deep breath into his hood, tilting his head down to meet your eyes again, piercing you with a deadly stare. It would normally send a shiver down your spine, but unfortunately for him, König brought a stare to a gun fight.

Every muscle in König’s body tightens when you press the muzzle of your gun to the base of the strain in his pants. Craning your neck to meet his pretty, infuriated blue eyes, tracing your gun up the outline of his cock. He trembles and twitches under the teasing, dangerous touch, his eyes lulling behind fluttering eyelids.

You scoff, cheeks bunched with an arrogant smile.

“On your knees, soldier,” You mock, a light shake in your gun to pair with your demand.

König’s eyes crease when they pinch. His boots make a slight shuffle as he digests both hard truths - that he has no choice, and that his cock is pulsing in excitement because of it.

He has to force his muscles to obey your demands, his teeth grinding in frustration and his face burning under his hood while he plants his knees to the harsh touch of concrete, sitting back on his calves in defeat.

Each snicker, every scoff, every noise that conveys your superiority as you look down on him only sends more blood rushing to his painful erection.

The taunting, agonizingly slow steps you make as you circle him has his shoulders bracing a little tighter, his breaths shallow and his heart pounding in his chest.

His eyes pinch shut when you leave his sight, both your bootsteps and your voice behind him.

“Hands behind your back.”

König sputters, his fists clenching with a pause of hesitance before he meets your demand, giving any remaining control he had to you with trembling muscles. A shaky, deep exhale leaves him as you restrain him by his wrists, taut, scratchy rope digging into his flesh. He can’t resist the urge to sway ever so slightly on his thighs, granting minimal relief to his aching cock with the friction of his pants, smearing the generous bead of precum leaking from his tip onto his underwear.

When he’s tightly restrained, you circle him again, admiring the catch of the day before you settle between spread, powerful thighs. You give a long, drawn out hum as you ravage him with hungry eyes, drooling over him while you decide how you’re going to play with your prey. Your stare, the implications and the possibilities, sends a shudder down König’s spine.

He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth when the sole of your boot presses to his cock. Gently at first, rolling your ankle to massage him through his pants, relishing in the shaky, soft gasps, and the squirm of his sculpted body.

“Feel good, pervert?” You whisper, a seductive tone stitched into your words, “You like being under my boot?”

He lets out a low, guttural moan, his eyes closing and his hips rutting ever so slightly into your touch.

When he doesn’t answer, you apply more pressure, your perpetual cocky smile disappearing at his disobedience. Your voice shoots up from silky smooth to harsh and demanding, jamming the muzzle of your gun into his forehead in threat.

“I asked you a question,” You growl.

König flinches, eyes twitching as he buckles his core under your cruel touch.

“Yes,” He grits, his affirmation strained.

You give a pleased hum, holding your abusive boot to him for a moment longer before granting him relief.

With one hand you press the muzzle of the gun to his forehead hard enough to leave an imprint, and with the other you swirl the button of your pants to free it from its notch. König eyes follow your fingers with shallow breath as you undo your zipper before bunching the fabric of your pants and underwear to your lower thigh.

“If you bite, I’ll end you. Got it?”

When König doesn’t answer, you jam the gun further into his flesh, insisting he make eye contact.

“Got it?”

König gives a harsh swallow and a shaky nod.

“Yes.”

Your thumb snags on the hem of his hood, pulling it up to reveal his lips and holding it in place with a strict finger on his cheek.

“Stick your tongue out.”

With cloudy, half-lidded eyes, he looks to you like you’re a higher power who just descended from the heavens, obeying to your wish, offering his tongue as a meager sacrifice.

The fingers on the side of his face tighten to guide him to your cunt, burying his nose and tongue into your clit.

His hood falls, caught in place by the bridge of his nose when you snatch a handful of the hair sticking out from the the t-shirt he uses as a mask, forcing him further into your cunt in the hopes of suffocating him. König’s eyes lull, glossy with arousal and the tears pricking in the corner of his eyes with each yank on his scalp. A pleased hum hides behind your sly smile, his stubble sanding along your cunt with each rut of your hips into his face, his tongue eagerly lapping at your clit.

“Grind on my boot.”

König lets out a shallow, hitched breath into your cunt, and uses the slack on his hair you’ve gifted him to lower himself to the top of your boot. Your light laugh twists into a groan, the grip on his hair harshening as he quickens his needy swipes along your cunt, painting you with his spit. König moans and grunts turn to a rousing vibration against your swollen clit, beads of sweat sheen on his forehead, his steady grinds on your shoe quickening.

König’s eager to please, wearing pussy drunk eyes and flushed cheeks while he hungrily coats his tongue with your arousal.

“Taste good?”

König nods, stifling a hum into your cunt, greedy tongue devouring you with sloppy verve.

“That’s a good boy.”

König whines, his cock throbbing against your shoe. When the rhythm of his slick tongue and grinds waver, you give a breathy laugh.

“Close already, hm? Been awhile since someone put you in your place?”

König’s needy groan is swallowed by your cunt, picking up the pace of his stripes as he indulges in your taste.

“It’s okay,” You coo with condescension, “You can make a mess in your underwear.”

König whines again, quickening his grinds until his truly pathetic moans come to a halt, muscles tight and trembling. He has to pull from your cunt to keep from nearly choking on his own breath, pressing his cheek into your thigh.

“Oh,” You draw soothingly, gently tracing your gun up and down the side of his face, “That’s my good boy. Did it feel good?”

König’s stubble scrapes against your inner thigh, smearing his spit and your arousal across your skin when he nods with short, puffy breaths. He melts into you as you scratch his scalp, your voice just a sultry purr.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, sweetheart.”

♡ KÖNIG VISITS DOMINATRIX READER FOR THE FIRST TIME ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[uhohdad]

What would truly humiliate König (sexual style)? ;)

König loves being forced to eat his own cum :(

Especially if implemented when he breaks the rules, finishing too early or without permission. It never fails to turn him red in the face. When the degradation pairs with a scolding, he feels small, a feat only you could pull off.

Swiping two of your fingers across the mess he made on his stomach, ordering him to open up so you can drag his cum across his tongue, forcing him to clean your fingers over and over, stretching out his punishment until he’s swallowed every drop.

If he stains his underwear with his finish, he’s gagged with the crumpled and ruined fabric, the wet splotch settled right on his tongue, his whines and needy moans muffled until you’re satisfied.

If any of his cum gets on the floor, he’s ordered to get on his hands and knees and lick up his mess until it’s spotless. If he’s been extra disobedient, you press a gentle but firm shoe to the back of his head, smearing his mistake on his face.

If he can’t control himself while pleasuring you, finishing into your warm, tight cunt too early, he’s dragged between your thighs by his hair. He’s not allowed to pull away for air until he’s tidied his mess and corrected his failure - lapping at your arousal and his cum until you’re spasming on his greedy tongue. ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[uhohdad]

Hiii! I love your writing! (Your one of my favourite writers here!) I have a thought. Like what if Konig falls in love without realising he's in love, like he catches feelings for the reader and he just doesn't pay attention to those feelings until it gets too out of hand? And he's like "oh no"

Also hope you had a good day today! Don't forget to eat and drink plenty, and that your lived and cared about! 🥰

König x Reader

He probably should have seen this coming. The signs were so obvious, they might as well have been neon and flashing, but he had an excuse for every little thing, because König isn’t supposed to fall in love. He’s too damaged, carries so much baggage that even his strong shoulders threaten to falter under the pressure.

It’s been awhile since he had a friend. He was good at keeping people at a large arm’s length, but you, you just had this way of worming into people’s lives and rooting yourself there. How was he supposed to deny your charm, your wit, your magnetic personality?

He’d thought he’d just forgotten what it was like to have a friend, that he hadn’t realized how much he longed for platonic connection. It explained why he found himself replaying your conversations in his head, making him laugh even when you were apart.

Because that’s what friends do, right? Think of each other?

Late at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep because your smile beams brightly behind his eyelids and the sound of your voice floods his thoughts.

This is what friends do.

It explained why he took time out of his schedule to ensure he bumped into you, why his head perked up when you stepped into the room, why the heavens shined a spotlight on you even if there was a crowd of people around.

It explains why he tries so hard to make you laugh, why he feels warm whenever you touch him, it’s why he daydreams about the next time you’ll touch him.

This is what friends do.

It’s why his cheeks flush rosen, his heart beats twice as fast, his otherwise sturdy hands adopt a shake.

It’s why he keeps imagining what it would be like to wrap his strong arms around you, burying his face into your shirt after a long day, cuddling you like you’re his teddy bear.

It’s why his gaze lingers on your soft lips, why his strong hands grab you by the shoulders, why he pinches his eyes shut and presses his lips to yours with no room for thought or argument.

Oh, no.

This is not what friends do.

♡ gentle!konig ♡

[uhohdad]

Okay so I'm a complete SUCKER for sub!könig but we know he's a big brash military man capable of great violence but also. I wanna tear him down and build him back up. Brattame him. Gotta let steam off somehow right?

Could you do something with femdom!reader who gets könig as a client wanting to let some steam off from work and give up control for a moment and just fucking. edging and overstimming the fuck out of him. him crying from pain and pleasure. he realizes he likes being degraded... oh geez is it hot in here or-

(18+) Sub!König x FemDom!Reader

König’s leg is bouncing furiously, his knuckles white as he digs his fingernails into the arms of your lounge chair. Maybe this is one of those things that’s better in theory than it is in reality. The thought seemed… enticing, but sitting here, now, waiting for his dominatrix, his stomach is turning and his mouth is dry. He can’t help but feel embarrassed, stupid even, for being desperate enough to come here.

He’s just about to bail when he hears the commanding click of heels across tile.

König’s heart pounds in his chest, breaths thick and weighted as he struggles to work air into his lungs. He has to pinch his eyes shut, shoulders tensed in a brace as you enter.

The click of your heels still, and a few tense moments pass before König hesitantly opens his eyes, his lips pulled back in unease.

At the sight of you, standing in the doorway with your arms crossed under your chest, he chokes, his breaths ceasing.

He’s not sure where to look as you study him from top to bottom with strict eyes. Just sitting before you is putting a shake in his fingers.

You give a hum at whatever conclusion you’ve drawn in your head, and König opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out of his stuttering lips.

Your heels click over to him, each slow, agonizing step making his heart pump a little faster.

The room is unbearably silent once you’ve settled between his legs, staring down at him in his seat. He feels like he’s in trouble, like he’s sitting in the principal’s office about to get his scolding. He can’t even look at you, fixated on his lap and fidgeting with his fingers.

You hum, your voice low and as smooth as honey, each word spoken slowly.

“Such a big, strong man like you. I’m sure there’s a lot of pressure that comes along with that. Is that right?”

König swallows, his eyes darting around. He still can’t look at you. He tries to work up the courage to respond, but can’t find the ability to speak, so he just nods, gnawing on his lower lip.

“I’m sure there are lots of people who depend on you. Is it a heavy weight you carry on those strong shoulders?”

König’s gaze moves to the floor, and he gives a sheepish nod. His cheeks are flushed a glowing pink, an arm slung across his chest and rubbing out his opposing bicep.

A curled finger gently presses under his chin, guiding his head up. Those pretty blue eyes meet yours, wide and nervous. Your voice is strict, but gentle, that of a teacher’s when she corrects a child’s wrongdoing.

“When I ask you a question, you say - ‘Yes, Miss,’ or ‘No, Miss.’ Do you understand?”

He swallows again, his irises flicking back and forth as his gaze switches between your eyes. He nods quickly, his eyes closing as he tries to get his thoughts straight.

His voice is barely audible, words poured quickly and soaked in embarrassment, cheeks staining a shade deeper.

“Yes, Miss.”

And of course, his cock is straining against the front of his pants, his hands resting in front of himself to try and hide it from you.

“Very good,” You say.

You bend at the core, your hand grabbing the back of his chair, your pretty face inches from him, relishing in how he curls in on in himself, how his shoulders raise, how he can’t make eye contact.

“Being so powerful,” You start, your voice just a sultry whisper, “It’s a lot of responsibility, isn’t it?”

He nods, having to work up the courage to speak again.

“Yes, Miss.”

Your finger finds his jaw, to tilt his head back into position. He obediently meets your eyes.

“You want me to take over that responsibility for a little while?”

König sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes darting around your face. You’re so confident, so forward, domineering and irresistible - König can’t even think straight, his mind blank and jaw slack as he searches for his voice. When he finds it, it’s weak and stitched with a needy groan.

“Yes, Miss.”

You offer a pleased hum, studying him for a moment. You stand tall before you gracefully climb on top of him, kneeling with your legs cushioned on either side on his thighs. Slowly, you lean in, listening to the sound of his heavy breaths as he shivers beneath you. His stubble pokes and scratches your skin when you give him a gentle, lingering kiss on his cheek before pressing your cheek to his. Your voice just a breathy, deep whisper in his ear.

“Have you been a good boy, baby? Or does someone need to be punished?”

Every muscle in his body tenses, and a stuttered choke catches in the back of his throat.

König can’t seem to find his words, short circuiting beneath you as you give another slow kiss on the side of his face.

You give a low hum, lips back in his ear.

“Do you need Miss to decide, baby boy?”

König gives a shaky nod. When you pull away, those pretty blue eyes are staring up at you so innocently, eagerly.

“I asked you a question,” You scold.

König’s eyes widen as he scrambles to appease you.

“Yes, Miss,” He blurts, a frantic nod accompanying.

You give a smug grin and another low hum. Your hands find tense, shaking biceps, palms sliding down the length of his strong arms. A soothing touch, slowing when you get to his wrists.

“You are a good boy, aren’t you?”

König is stunned, locked onto you, and is none the wiser when you slap a pair of heavy duty handcuffs around his wrists.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, looking down at his restrained hands and giving a tug to the chain connecting each cuff. When he meets your stare again, his pretty blue eyes are wide and pooled with fear.

You give a two-note laugh behind a grin.

“If you want me to take control, I can’t have you able to overpower me, can I?”

He shakes his head slowly.

“No, Miss.”

Before he knows it, König’s on the bed, stripped of his clothes and back flush with the covers, his handcuffs attached to the headboard and ankles secured tightly to the bed. His cock is stiff and swollen, flush against his stomach and leaking precum all over himself. He’s buried his face into the pillows, eyes pinched shut and whines flowing freely as you deny him the orgasm he’s been circling for hours.

“Bitte, Miss, I need it, please, please, I’ve been so good.”

König has entirely unraveled underneath you, what remains of him wrapped around your finger.

You trace a light, leisurely fingertip from the base of his cock to the tip.

“I thought that was for me to decide.”

König lets out a truly pathetic whine, the metal of his cuffs clinking as he pulls on his restraints. When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his entire body tenses, a huff escaping him.

You torture him with slow, teasing glides up the shaft of his aching cock, trailing your thumb around the rim of his tip with each pump. Needy whimpers leave König as his hips rut into your touch.

“Please, Please Miss.”

“Please what?”

“Bitte, Miss, Please let me come.”

You give a soft laugh, offering him a bit of relief by speeding up your glides around his cock.

König’s eyes lull before pinching shut, embarrassing, sniveling moans leaving him, his body shaking in response to your touch.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach the edge again, his muscles steadily tensing and his grip on his restraints tightening.

“Bitte, Miss, please.”

He finishes on a whine, tears welling in his eyeline, his breaths sniveled and shaky.

“Mm,” You hum, “I’ll think about it.”

He lets out a sob, closing his eyes tight and sending tears streaming down his temples.

Your hands leave his cock to find his firm chest when you move to straddle him, and König lets out another whine at the absence of your touch. You take his cock again, guiding his tip through your slick arousal, listening to König trip over his own breaths.

“Feel so good, Miss. Please, Miss.”

“That’s a good boy. Tell me how much you need it.”

König whines again, tugging on his restraints as he grinds against you.

“F- Please, Miss, I need it so bad, I need you, I can’t- hn-”

König can hardly think straight, intoxicated off your power and desperate for release.

You line him up with your dripping cunt, and can’t help but lull your head as you stretch around such a thick cock.

König immediately begins to thrust his hips into you, and your hands shoot out to his sides to still him.

“If you move your hips, you’ll have to wait another round,” You warn.

“Please, I’m sorry Miss, I’ll be so good, please.”

“Good boy.”

You sink onto him carefully, swallowing his throbbing cock at a teasingly slow pace.

His moans are strained, muscles tight and trembling as he resists the urge to fuck you with everything he has.

“So tight, Miss, feels so good.”

“Mm,” You hum, a slow pace as you move up and down on his cock, swallowing a little more of him on each descent.

“Please, Miss, please.”

You’ve barely warmed up to him, but he’s already circling his orgasm, overwhelmed by the stimulation of your tight, warm cunt around him and long since aching for finish.

“Please, Miss!” He cries, more tears streaming down his face, his restraints taut with each tug against them.

When your bounces on his cock pick up speed, König’s face pinches, a pathetic moan behind the lip caught between his teeth.

“Come.”

At once, every muscle in his body contracts, eyes rolling, choking on a cry. He convulses underneath you as you work every drop of his pent-up finish from him, entirely succumb to your wet, tight cunt. When his breaths return, they’re heaving and stuttered, his cock pulsing inside you with each beat of his heart.

“Thank your Miss for letting you come.”

“Thank you, Miss, thank you.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[uhohdad]

any thoughts on slasher!konig?

(if not or if that’s too dark you can ignore this!! :))

he’s suuuuch a cliche slasher <3

SLASHER!KÖNIG X READER

It’s your fault, really. For thinking you could enjoy a relaxing weekend away from everything. All you wanted to do was hide away in an isolated, peaceful cabin in the woods. Enjoy nature, read smutty stories, and not be bothered by another soul for 72 hours.

Apparently, that’s too much to ask.

The dingy little cabin was hardly well-maintained, smelling of mildew and decorated with furniture that looks like the eighties puked all over it - but it was cozy, and it got the job done.

You’re still breathing life into the cabin long after the sun set, long after you should have been tucked under the covers and snoring away. Your phone blares songs you wouldn’t dare play in front of anyone else, humming along to your guilty pleasures with a wiggle in your hips. The inviting aroma of a sneaky late night snack wafts in the air, warm light pouring from the lamps and out of the windows, illuminating the surrounding woods.

The piercing ringing makes you jump, wide eyes darting to the phone. An old rotary nicknack you hardly noticed, and certainly wouldn’t have thought of as functional if you had. The ring slices right through you, high-pitched and grating. As your tensed shoulders relax, your lips twist in unease. Hesitantly you pause the music, making uneasy steps to answer the call.

“Hello?” You ask softly, not bothering to stifle your confusion.

No one speaks, but there’s someone on the other line. You can practically feel the deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear.

“Hello?” You repeat, brows furrowed and an index finger nervously twirling around the phone cord.

“Do you always vacation all alone?”

The voice on the other end is harsh, dangerous. Intense and deep with a purred condescension stitched in, it sends a shudder straight down your spine.

Your body stills, mouth turned cotton.

“Who is this?” You ask, an unfortunate break in your voice.

“Such a dangerous thing for a little lamb to do.”

You scoff, a smile creeping on your face, “Very funny.”

You laugh, pinching the phone between your ear and your shoulder, “Who is this?”

You rattle off a list of the usual suspects, your cheekiest friends and family members in hopes to get them to break character.

“It’s like you’re inviting trouble in.”

You give a nervous laugh, eyes flicking around the cabin, “Uh-”

Prank call or no, your heart is pounding in your chest. You swallow, parting your lips to speak but you can’t seem to find the words.

“Your dancing was endearing, though, little one.”

Your face drops, a chill wrapping its fingers around your spine and frosting you from the inside out. Feet made of lead, body still except for the rise and fall of shallow breaths.

The line goes dead before you can find a response, an even dialtone in your ear as you try to steady the heart pounding against your ribcage. When your thoughts catch up, fumbling fingers scramble for the rotary wheel, but the even tone cuts off as the lights go out, the life suddenly sucked from the cabin.

You pull in a sharp breath, slamming the phone on the receiver and backing away from it as if it’s a feral, bloodthirsty animal. Your head swivels around, eyes adjusting to the dark and eerie cabin. The adrenaline is coursing now, pulse pounding against your temple and knuckles knocking together.

A loud thud on the outside of the cabin makes you jump, snapping your head in the direction of the noise. A squeak leaves you as a blurred, shadowy figure passes quickly by the window. Your panicked mind is blank, frozen in your place, just barely able to fend off hyperventilation, but not at all the violent trembling.

You’re muttering objections under your breath, pleading desperately with your unwanted visitor to leave you alone, for them to reveal this was all just some big joke.

The furious jingling of metal echoes throughout the cabin, the doorknob rattling threateningly as your visitor tests the lock.

Your fingers come to your lips, wide eyes darting around before you scramble for a hiding spot. The best you can manage is a coat closet, pressing yourself flush to the wall to keep yourself steady. Weak legs ultimately slide to a sit on the stained carpet, arms tightly embracing your knees, pleading with your heavy breaths to quiet.

The first thud makes you crawl out of your skin, a deep, heavy crash against wood. Your hand comes up to your mouth, muffling your squeaks behind sweaty palms.

Another thud has you pinching your eyes shut, every muscle tensed and trembling.

The third busts the front door wide open, shards of splintered wood crashing to the ground as the doorknob slams into the cabin walls.

The whines creep up the back of your throat without your permission when you hear the sound of heavy, confident boot steps, rubble crunching under the soles as they enter.

You shake your head, lips pulled back and tears springing down your face as the slow, commanding bootsteps near. He knows exactly where you are, and he’s dragging out your torture by making you anticipate his painstaking arrival. Toying with his prey, cornering you and making you cry from pure terror. Teasing you, making you feel dumb for thinking you could even hide from him in the first place, reveling in each flinch he knows you’re making behind that door by simply walking.

How powerful he must feel.

An involuntary hiccup escapes you as the closet’s doorknob turns. You’re deafened by your own heartbeat, the door creaking open agonizingly slow, unable to stifle your sobs as he reveals himself in all his glory. Domineering frame towering over you, a hood draped over his face, a butcher knife at his side.

He tilts his head as he looks down at you - what a pathetic thing you are, teeth chattering and sobs stuttering on each breath.

He lowers himself into a squat, apathetic, half-lidded icy blue eyes studying you.

“That was too easy, little one.”

He sticks the flat of his blade just under your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at you.

His eyes crinkle as his soaks in your sprung, glossy eyes, your tear-stained cheeks, your shivering bottom lip.

“What do you say I give you a minute head start, ja?”

He pulls a squeak from you when he meets your stare again, applying more pressure to your delicate skin with his blade. He creeps forward, closing the gap between your faces to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead through the soft fabric of his mask.

He keeps his face inches from yours when he pulls away, his deep, gritty voice lowered to a whisper when he speaks.

“Run, little one. I’ll meet you in the woods.”

✧₊⁺ abusive!könig ✧₊⁺ stalker!könig

[uhohdad]

Hi hi ❤️

Would you please write some incel loser Köni x AFAB Reader with cnc and gunplay? Something where the reader asks König to stalk them home and forces them to the bed.

Ty ty ❤️

♡ (18+) König x Reader - CNC & Gunplay ♡

What a silly game you want to play. He actually gives a raspy two-note laugh at the suggestion, but the contemplative hum that follows sparks hope.

It’s those pleading, wide eyes and the soft hand that nervously fidgets at your side that makes him fold. He’s always had a hard time saying no to you, little one.

You’re unable to stave off the shake in your fingers, tapping on the bar’s tabletop and swiveling on your stool to soothe your racing thoughts. You ignore the stare burning into the side of your face from across to room, pretending not to notice the commanding presence begging for your attention. The drink helps, and from giddiness alone you can’t help all but inhaling it.

You’re quick to pay, both your nice shoes and legs made of gelatin putting a wobble in your strides when you exit the bar. Staring at the lockscreen of your phone in a failed attempt to distract from both your nerves and the urge to look over your shoulder.

The key tings against the lock as trembling hands fumble the simple task of opening the door. You can’t hear him, no, either the quickened pulse in your ears or the experience from his job stacking the cards in his favor - but you can feel his presence behind you. A searing stare you can’t see, but brings the hairs on the back of your neck on end regardless.

Your breaths have turned shallow, escaping parted lips as the door creeps open to a dark, lifeless home. You don’t even have time to turn the lights on before you’re snatched by a pair of strong arms and forced inside, the sudden restraint robbing you of breath.

“Sh, sh, sh,” He coos, low and spine-tingling. A calloused palm swallows half your face, muffling your squeaks and objections. The sole of his boot closes the door behind him with a click, keeping you firmly pinned to the space under his chest with a forearm snug across your collarbones.

Flailing limbs still in compliance when the muzzle of his gun presses to your temple, applying just enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, the low vibration of his words reverbing in your ribcage.

Your hands cling to his forearm, knuckles white as you claw at his sleeves, a breathy, nervous laugh escaping the tight spaces between his fingers.

“Run or scream, and you’re finished, ja?”

His hand follows your desperate nod.

“Very good.”

His soothing praises are lined with cutting condescension.

He leans down to press the side of his face to yours, the stubble of his jaw scratching against your soft flesh. His words are just a deep, eerie hum in your ear, the heat of his breath sends a shiver down your spine.

“If you keep it up, you might just make it out of this alive.”

Your eyes lull and your lower abdomen floods with a sickeningly sweet warmth in response to his dangerous words.

Your feet stutter for balance when he gives you a firm shove forward, releasing you from your restraint. A helpless little lamb you are, fully blown eyes darting between the gun in his hands and his half-lidded eyes, devoid of empathy as you tremble beneath his superior stature.

He offers a pleased hum, those darkened eyes crinkling as he gives the gun a shake.

“Go on, little one. Show me to your bed.”

The nervous swallow you make is visible, your hands smoothing out your shirt as you make your unsteady legs follow orders.

You’re not going fast enough for his liking, though, his strong hands giving you another shove with enough force to nearly make you trip. He laughs as he watches you struggle to your feet, his demeaning hands and tongue staining your cheeks with heat.

Sweaty hands are clenched into fists at your sides as you step into your bedroom. Before you can even turn to face him, his greedy hands are around your waist, effortlessly manhandling you onto the bed, ignoring your gasps and your instinctual, futile swipes at his arms.

You freeze when he presses the muzzle of his gun to the center of your forehead, the black steel and the hand wrapped around it just a blur in your near sight. The bed shifts under his weight as he positions himself between your thighs, keeping you obediently pinned in place with the threat of his trigger finger. An electric, addicting jolt shoots down your spine, finishing with a flourish of warmth that pools beneath your stomach.

“Going out all by yourself, dressed like a hure, hm?”

Your shallow, nervous breaths are music to his ears, the perfect accompaniment to his steady grinds across your front as he looms overtop you, his degradations spoken in with a silken tongue.

He leans in slowly, relishing in your pathetic whimpers before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your cheek. He keeps his voice in your ear, his deep and soothingly spoken words knotting your insides.

“You were asking for it, little one.”

You shudder beneath him, each breath of air forcing your chest to graze against his. He grunts, low and sinful to pair with a drawn-out grind against you.

When he sits back, he keeps the aching cock in his pants pressed to your front, the gun dragging agonizingly slow across your face. Grazing across the ridge of your nose, catching on your bottom lip and pulling it down, a pleased hum from deep in his chest when it springs back into place.

He carefully watches your eyes, dilated and sprung with thrill, heaving nervous breaths as the gun glides down the curve of your chin, your neck, your collarbones. He’s applying enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable, making sure his threat is impossible to ignore. Keeping your fear right at the forefront, never letting you forget who’s in control. Each breath you take doesn’t stay in your lungs for long, shallow, weighted breaths that escape parted lips.

You flinch, a gasp leaving you when a brute hand tears through your top, shredding the fabric with an audible rip as he exposes your chest to the air. The cool steel pulls goosebumps to the surface when it brushes against your breasts, nudging the torn fabric to the side to get a good look at you.

His eyes flare for a moment before narrowing, ravaging the sight of your chest stuttering with your broken breaths.

Konig’s hardened hand palms over your breast, roughly kneeding the flesh with his rugged fingers, ignoring your wince and the inhale sucked in through clenched teeth. His low, sinful laugh bleeds into a groan as he finishes out another slow grind between your thighs.

“Can you feel it?” He purrs, “Can you feel how hard I am for you?”

Your stare follows the gun as it drags over your chest agonizingly slow, those icy blue eyes meeting yours.

“You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

A swallow catches in your throat and leaves you in the form of a squeak.

The click of the safety echoes dangerously throughout your bedroom, the rapid beat of your heart skipping.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes- yes!” Your voice coveys nothing but fear and desperation, jumping to appease him with a frantic nod.

His lips stretch into a wicked, smug grin before he’s tearing the rest of your clothes off, jerking your body around with brute force to free them from your limbs, taking pleasure in your cute little gasps.

Fully exposed, spread open around his thighs - he licks his lips when he catches the sheen of arousal coating your cunt.

A deep, dangerous hum leaves him, a gut-churning smile spreading on his face. The feeling of the cool steel tracing down your slit has you whining, your muscles tensing around him. Strong, sturdy tights refuse to let you shut your legs as he glides the gun back and forth, grazing over your clit and making you squirm.

You whine when he pulls away, shrinking in on yourself as he brings his gun to your face, tilting it carefully to show you the slick arousal coating the barrel.

“You see? So wet. You wanted this, little one.”

A squeak catches in your throat, stunned by his brazen words and entirely pliant when he presses the gun to your parted lips.

“Clean your mess.”

You give the faintest shaky nod, pretty blown eyes staring up at him as your hesitant tongue swipes beneath the muzzle.

König’s lips pull back when he laughs, his eyes half-lidded as he watches your tongue polish his threat. He can practically hear the heart fluttering in your chest between your meek sighs.

“Don’t be shy,” He purrs, gently swirling his wrist to goad the gun further into your mouth.

His demands are spoken so gently, an eerie, sharp contrast to the gun he jams between your spit-stained lips, ignoring your muffled whines as you clean your arousal from his gun. He forces the bitter taste of metal deeper into your mouth until it’s uncomfortable, wedging your jaw open and teasing your gag reflex with each slide back and forth over your tongue. He snickers at your stifled, unintelligible objections until he’s satisfied, granting relief when he pulls the barrel from your mouth. Your spit cools on your flesh as he rests his trigger hand on your sternum, working himself free from his pants with his free hand.

The aching, thick cock that springs free from his waistband is just as threatening as the heavy gun resting on your chest.

He wastes no time to swipe his tip along your cunt, eagerly swirling around in the generous pool of arousal between your legs. He lets out a groan that bleeds into a condescending laugh.

“Listen to how wet you are for me.”

Another whine leaves you, not bothering to stop yourself from rutting your cunt into his teasing touches. He gives a few gentle but firm smacks to your clit with the tip of his swollen cock before he traces down your slit, circling the entrance of your dripping cunt.

His fingers tighten around the gun, its metal scraping along the soft flesh of your core as he forces his thick cock into you.

“So fucking tight, hure.”

His words are just a growl, paired with a particularly brutal thrust as he bullies his cock into you, his head thrown back with a low groan. Each pump into your drooling cunt splits you open a little more, stretching you out inch by inch.

He grabs the back of your thigh, forcing your leg into the air and folding you at the core, pushing himself deeper while you claw at the sheets. A wince pinches your face as you struggle to adjust to his size, teeth clenched in both pleasure and pain from his ruthless cock and his abusive pace.

“You like that?” He grits, “You like it when a man takes what he wants?”

When you sputter, unable to focus on anything but the cock ravaging your cunt, he presses his gun in the center of your forehead.

“Yes!” You cry, the choppy words escaping your jostled body, forced further up the bed with each slam of his hips against the back of your soaked thighs, “Yes!”

A pleased hum is stitched into his groan, the sound of him lubing himself up with your slick filling the gaps between his grunts and degradations.

“I’m going to ruin you,” He breathes, “Stretch you out until you’re useless to anyone else, ja?”

He puts more pressure on the gun until the muzzle is sure to leave a ring-shaped indent on your forehead, hitching your breath with each of his pounds into you.

“I own your cunt, little one. It’s all mine, ja?”

With clenched eyes you nod under his aim, unable to stifle the pathetic, whiny moans he forces with each bottom out into your cunt. Filling you to the brim and then some, his grip on your thigh tightening in possession, practically folding you in half while he robs your cunt of its delicate sensitivity.

“Take it, hure, take this fat cock.”

His growled words tighten your core, a steady heat bubbling in your lower abdomen. Powerful thrusts fuck you cross-eyed and degradingly bounce your body until his domineering figure is just a blur.

“Such a good girl.”

He’s seemed to have fucked the thoughts from your brain, gone limp beneath him, entirely succumb to his powerful, merciless cock, a squeaky moan coerced from you with each of his brutal thrusts.

“Going to fill you up, hure.”

König’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, a sinful grunt behind his lips, disciplined pace wavering. His eyes lull behind his eyelids, strong muscles tightening. With a broken moan he buries his pent-up finish inside you, cock pulsing against your walls with each beat of his heart while he rides out the waves of his pleasure. He gives two final shaky thrusts, stuffing his cum deeper into your cunt with a guttural, strained moan.

His cock stays buried inside of your cum-filled cunt as his pleasure-drunken eyes watch the gun soothingly trace down your middle, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He leans down slowly, muscles still twitching with the aftershocks of finish, and plants a gentle kiss on the center of your forehead.

“All mine, little one.” ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

dividers @/enchanthings

[uhohdad]

Would you ever write anything with a plus size reader? Maybe she’s (or they, can be gn idc!) really insecure but they hide it behind jokes and Konig sees right through it because he does the same

Cut to him always giving them compliments and making sure they stay fed and throwing them over his shoulder like they weigh nothing (usually in front of people cause he likes to embarrass and humiliate reader cause he is still kinda a jerk /affectionate/)

Can be nsfw or whatever you want, I’m not good at plot lol so Idk I just need him to treat me like I’m a teeny lil thing (cause let’s be real he really is a mountain lol)

König x PlusSized!Reader

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He’s getting tired of this nasty habit, liebling.

Everyday before your shower, you’ll stand in the mirror, honing in on that gorgeous, perfect body, digging for any little thing to critique.

“You better be thinking nice thoughts in there, little one.”

You just let out a groan, too far sunk into the spiral of self-hatred to claw yourself back out.

König rises from his spot on the bed a greets you with disapproving, half-lidded eyes in the mirror.

“What is it this time?”

“Tummy. Thighs. Chest.”

“Ach, you mean the best parts?”

You answer with an annoyed hum.

Konig will place his big, sturdy hands on your bare hips from behind, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder.

The gentle peck distracts you from the strong arms scooping you up, a squeak leaving you as he sweeps you off your feet in one swift motion, ripping away your view of yourself in the mirror.

“König!”

“What?” He draws, carrying you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“Put me down!” You say through a giggle, kicking your feet in his restraint.

“Hold on, I just have to get my curls in.”

He holds you horizontally across those strong arms, muscles tensing as he lifts and lowers you while you giggle all the way.

“I’m too heavy for this!”

“Barely a warm-up, liebling.”

He effortlessly tosses you onto the bed with a bounce, crawling over top you before you can even finish your squeal.

He showers kisses all over your bare tummy, his stubble sanding against plush, soft skin. Trailing his slobbering kisses up to your chest, giving your perfect breasts plenty of love. Your thighs would be last, showering you with pecks and even licking slow stripes across the flesh.

“König!”

“What?”

He’ll feign innocence, but that cocky smirk on his face betrays him.

“It’s too bad you can’t see what I see.”

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[uhohdad]

Your loser König kills me in the absolute best way possible, any more drabbles/horny masterpieces you manage to produce will be received like a refreshing rain on the Sahara <3

(18+)

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König purposely sneaking up and standing too close to you so you’ll bump into him when you turn around. An excuse to touch you with the added bonus of getting to watch you look up at him with those apologetic, soft eyes as you chime in the tune of sorry.

König getting high on your compliments, no matter how mundane. He hasn’t heard praise in years, your words replay in his head for the rest of the day, putting a burn on his cheeks and a cozy warmth in his chest.

König putting way too much effort into tracking down your scent of shampoo, lotion, perfume - whatever scent it is that makes his eyes lull and cock stand at attention whenever he breaths you in.

König sneaking a picture of you to take home with him, to stare at your pretty face through his half-lidded eyes, admiring the bunch of your cheeks and your genuine smile in a perfect moment forever frozen in time.

König using your misplaced hair tie as a cock ring, rutting into his hand at the thought of you until he soaks the elastic in his intense finish, every muscle tense and twitching as he chokes on your name <3

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[uhohdad]

I know how specific this might sound so don't please don't hesitate to let this ask brew for a bit!: I'm wondering how loser!König would fair with a southern transmasc reader? Someone who's clearly backwoods country,but also cuntry, ya know? Ain't much to do other than swim in the rivers if your lucky,or check out nature if your not wanting to see the small towns scattered between said nature. Love love love your writings ofc,keep up the amazing work!

This is incredibly specific. I love it. Okay here we go I hope this tickles your fancy. Prob could be enjoyed by everyone.

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☆ Loser!König was intrigued with you right from the start. He’s never met anyone like you before.

☆ He feels so comfortable with you. It was like he could tell you anything, and you’d just nod along. Not even so much as quirking an eyebrow at the odd things he says as you wade your ankles into the creek, hunting for crawdads to make friends with, just for the fun of it.

☆ He felt like he was swept off his feet, it’s amazing how such a simple lifestyle can feel so… magical, so thrilling. A whirlwind adventure that’s makes him feel alive, but simultaneously gives him a cozy, relaxing warmth foreign to him.

☆ (He’s not really sure if it’s the lifestyle, or if it’s just you.)

☆ You were so down to earth, so genuine, and you’d accepted König for who he was. His infatuation with you started here, and snowballed rapidly, and before he knew it he was in too deep.

☆ Funny, too. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s laughed this hard, this much. It’s always a good time with you.

☆ The stargazing is his favorite part. Konig’s fingers threaded together and resting on his waist. Lying in the bed of your shoddy old pickup truck, the stars clear and beautiful in the middle of no where.

☆ It’s still hard to keep his focus on the stars when you’re right next to him, your arms folded to use your hands as a pillow, shoe absentmindedly swirling as you soak in the night sky. He can’t help the way his eyes are lingering. How his head keeps tilting to admire you, taking you in as you lay.

☆ It’s the beer, he thinks. He’s had too much. Flushing his cheeks and giving him that warm feeling in his chest.

☆ No, maybe it’s the atmosphere. It’s so romantic out here, just you and him and the night sky.

☆ No, it’s definitely you.

☆ He wants to leave his old life behind, he wants to stay out here with you forever. He wants to chase this feeling, he wants to chase you.

☆ The air between you is electric. He can’t stop thinking about how he wants to touch you. How badly he wants to hold your hand, how he has the overwhelming urge to kiss you. As he stares at you, he can’t help but wonder if you feel it too.

☆ He’s thinking about you sliding on top of him, straddling him. Grinding down on him, teasing him, his hands on your hips as you revel in his needy whines and moans. He wants you to take him - right here, right now

☆ The thought alone is enough to bring his cock to attention.

☆ “See something you like, handsome?”

☆ A cheeky grin spreads thick as you side-eye him, watching him snap his head back to the night sky, as if that was going to save him, as if you haven’t been feeling the burn of his stare this entire time.

☆ You got him, successfully flustered him, he’s sure he’s ruined it.

☆ “Well, don’t play shy now.”

☆ He doesn’t even know what to say, tongue-tied and trying to put out the heat just under his skin, but he’s only fanning the flame.

☆ He’ll carefully meet your gaze, his mouth dry and his lips twisted in worry.

☆ “S’okay.”

☆ He gives a shaky nod, hoping it’s dark enough out here that you can’t see the glow on his cheeks.

☆ A hand slips from behind your head, elbow propped up on the ribbed tailbed, wrist limp as you offer your hand.

☆ Konig swallows, eyes wide and flitting between your hand and your eyes, twinkling as they reflect the stars.

☆ “Don’t make it weird, dude. Just hold my stupid hand.”

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[uhohdad]

I know everyone agrees that König is a tits man (I do too and I love that for him ♥️) but us big butt girls need some lovin’ too! 🥺

(18+)

⊹ König can’t keep his eyes or his hands off your ass. He has to grope you in his large, hardened hands anytime you pass by him or lean over.

⊹ König can’t control himself when you wear shorts around him. How is he expected to focus on anything when the lower half of your perfect ass is hanging out, teasing his cock to attention?

⊹ König loves to grind his cock against you, sneaking up behind you, lulling his chin on your shoulder. Sucking on your neck while he rubs his aching cock over the height of your ass, humming low into your skin.

⊹ König often gets the overwhelming, primal urge to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your ass, slobbering over the indents his teeth leave behind. He’ll ignore your hands, threaded through his hair and yanking in an attempt to rip him from your tender flesh.

⊹ König will not hesitate to pull you over his lap if you’re acting bratty, eager to watch your plush ass respond to his strict touch. Marking you with raised imprints in the outline of his brute hands, ogling the evidence of you being put in your place for the rest of the night.

⊹ König loves fucking you from behind, making you arch your back and pushing out that gorgeous ass for him, unable to peel himself from the sight of you shaking with every slam of his hips into your dripping cunt. ♡

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[uhohdad]

König and pegging. Thoughts? opinions? musings?

Nervous, so nervous.

He’s always had mixed feelings about your adventurous side in the bedroom. You’re much braver than him in that regard, encouraging him to do things he would have never even thought to do on his own. You’ve certainly helped him learn a lot about himself. Surprised him with his own excitement more times than he can count.

This is one of those times.

He likes your gift, he does. So thoughtful, liebling.

But the rich purple silicone dildo dangling from the mess of straps that you call a harness instills immediate panic, his fingers tightening around the arms of his chair.

He doesn’t think he can do it, liebling.

But he sees those pleading puppy dog eyes, soft lips turned into a pout.

And of course, he feels the sudden, painful erection aching against the give in his pants.

“Äh, okay. I’ll try. For you.”

“Just relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re tensing.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work, liebling.”

You frown, looking down at your boyfriend. Cheek smushed into the covers, his hair a bit unkempt, evidence of both a discarded shirt and hands that had wandered during fervent kisses.

Your slicked finger carefully pulls out of him.

You can hear it in his tone, see it in his dejected eyes. The disappointment directed at himself for not being able to satisfy your desires. A stark contrast to his usual confident, arrogant even, façade.

Wordlessly your hands climb up the comforter on either side of him, smearing lube on the covers as your chest presses against the warm, soft flesh of his back. A gentle kiss planted on his shoulder, another next to it. A trail of kisses along the curve of his shoulder blade until your nose is brushing against his ear, your lips lingering against the skin of his neck as you breathe him in.

Your fingers trace up his sides, barely grazing along his flesh until you find the nape of his neck. Tufts of hair slide between the gaps of your fingers as you cup the back of his head, massaging his scalp with your nails.

“Don’t worry,” You whisper into his ear, breathy and low, “You’re still my good boy.”

He shudders at your touch, the hum of your words, a faint whimper leaving him.

You sit back on your knees, nestled into the mattress between Konig’s spread legs.

“Flip over.”

It’s spoken gently, but it is still an order. He obediently falls in line, awkwardly slinging his long legs to avoid kicking you as he repositions himself.

You take a moment to soak him in, hungry eyes devouring a tight chest and sculpted core. Your hands follow suit, feeling him up, cold hands soaking up the heat that radiates from his skin.

He shudders at your touch, his fingers gently wrapping around your biceps as you rub up and down his torso.

Your hands wander lower, fingers sliding down the tops of strong, muscular thighs to the plusher insides, tracing closer and closer to his cock, at half-attention from your soothing touch and resting against stomach.

One of your hands cups his swollen balls, massaging them between your fingers, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft.

Your grip him loosely, pumping in rhythmic fashion.

The sighs of relief, the squirms under your touch, it’s addicting. His face flushed and swollen lips parted around his huffs, eyes lulling behind drowsy eyelids. Your touches hone in on the movements that elicit the whiny breaths, the tense of his muscles.

He’s at full attention now, cock enraged and twitching in your hold. His hips grind into your touch, meeting your pumps with hitched breaths, his fingernails dug into the mattress.

You scoot back, lowering yourself down to catch the tip of his cock in your mouth with a suck, slicking the sensitive head with your spit. With your tongue flat, licking him like he’s a piece of candy, your hands don’t dare slow, forcing him to fuck your mouth with each pump.

“A-ah.”

“That’s my good boy,” you coo at him, voice both soothing and condescending as you pull him from your mouth with a pop.

He opens his half-lidded pretty blue eyes, cloudy with arousal, looking to you with a plead.

“Bitte, liebling - fuck me.”

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Dividers courtesy of the lovely @cafekitsune