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I wanna see könig in that shirt that says "don't bully me I'll cum."

ALSO the idea of him rarely blinking is oddly cute to me, (he probably practiced hours concentrating on not blinking to be a future sniper, but of course we know how that went for him.)

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my creepy!könig who sneaks into your kitchen at night like an overgrown mouse and eats your leftovers (very ravenously may I add) so he can pretend that he's having dinner with you hehe...

it's very noticeable too because he's a huge guy. he's going to take half of the two dozen cookies you baked earlier or the ice cream tub you bought today. Touching your things is a way for him to feel closer to you. He'd also obsess with how tiny your utensils and furniture are, especially your cute little plates and bowls.

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(cw odd masturbation tactics à la creepy!könig)

creepy!könig would absolutely fucking love the idea of having a top-grade (now ruined because of frequent usage/not so well maintained) fleshlight to use every time that he thought of his current obsession, as well as taping it against something soft as to make the most ridiculous jerk off station set up known to man. (I.e. between two stuffed toys he stole from you, couch cushions, the side of his bed..) anything so he can get into the illusion that he's stuffing you full of his rock hard dick.

König would go as far as recording your voice to play on loop in the background as he imagined you writhing and screaming under him. He'd also tape a quite blurry printed out photo of your face on top of his set up to practice kissing as well as to lovingly watch while pounding into the nasty fleshlight balls deep, like his life depended on it.

Why stop there? Taking a (quite sweaty one, I might add, as he made sure to take it out of your basket of dirty clothes when you went to your local Laundromat) shirt of yours to sniff and bury his face into while his hips grinded into the pseudo-pussy would be the cherry on top for him. König almost has all of the senses fulfilled, except for taste.

what could taste be??

The soft love-bites he'd mark you with? The thought would make him shiver with delight.

Licking the stress-sweat from your cheek while he forced you to wrap around the whole length of his ridiculously large cock?

Or perhaps eating your pussy after exploding his load in you?

He'd like to keep wondering about the last sense.

(gif by evilvvithin :3)

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In Sickness or in Health

I honestly need to work on this fic more. It's so fucking funny to me. The idea that König is so down bad but Reader won't budge on her morals is hilarious to me. Will he win her over? Eventually. Is today the day? Absolutely not. Frankenstein!Konig lets me be an absolute fool on main.

Tws: sexual themes, male nudity, mentions of necrophilia

Wordcount: 1.4K

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In Sickness or in Health

“I’m telling you it’s fine.”

“I don’t want to fuck a corpse.”

“For the last time, I’m not a corpse! I’m literally alive!” he put your hand on his chest, “feel that? That’s a human being's beating heart pumping blood through my body.”

“It’s actually a pig heart.”

“A-A pig!?”

“Your old heart got damaged,” you shrugged.

König looked down at where the stitch mark lay under his shirt. He poked it and you swatted his hand.

“Stop that! You might undo the stitching!” 

“Will I always need them?” he asked, “or will my body heal?”

You glared at the marks, “I don’t know. I have no idea what your body will do. It’s all… It’s new. I’ve never seen anything like you before. In fact, I think you’re the only experiment to ever actually work.”

König thought for a second.

“You’re saying you stole my corpse and you didn’t even know this would work?”

“Keep your voice down!” you scolded him, then quietly added, “but yes.”

König rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might pop out of his skull.

“I can’t believe you,” he groaned, “you didn’t think any of this through.”

“I mean, I thought through enough,” you countered, “I stole your body before it got cremated.”

“Cremated!?” König spat, “I was going to be cremated!?”

You blinked.

“Is that a problem?” you asked slowly.

“Yes it’s absolutely a problem,” he snapped, “I wanted to be donated to science, not cremated!”

“Well you should’ve put that in your will!” you retorted.

“I didn’t have a will!” he bellowed.

“I KNOW.”

König turned his nose up as he crossed his arms, “It’s not my fault I died.”

“You were wearing all black and crossing the road at night,” you growled, “you’re a fucking… Why did I bring you back?”

König raised an eyebrow and looked down at you.

“Because you love me?” he offered.

You sighed and slumped over in your chair.

“Because I love you,” you agreed, “and now look at where we are. You can’t leave the house, I don’t have a job, I’m losing my damn mind over what I’m supposed to do next, and I don’t even know how I’m going to bring this up to my parents.”

“Your parents? Think about what my parents are going to say!” König leaned on the counter and sipped his coffee before scowling, “can I even have this stuff? Does my digestive system work or will I need to… Manually… Empty…”

“Just hope and pray it does,” you sighed and put your head in your hands.

This wasn’t how you expected König coming back to be. You thought things would just go back to normal. König would be back, and everything would be okay again. As it was, your life had devolved into another sort of nightmare.

König was known for being fidgety. He liked to keep busy in life. He was nothing if not an active person who liked to work on projects all day. When he’d died, he’d been in the process of fixing the garden beds, car maintenance, cleaning the house and reading a book on russian literature. He’d done all of those things in one day after coming home from work. Now, unable to so much as leave the house, König was going stir-crazy and he was making it your problem too.

Like now.

“Look at the cabinets!” he scolded you for the fifteenth time that day, “they don’t close properly! If you installed a magnet they’d be perfect. It takes what, five minutes?”

“I didn’t really think about it,” you told him again.

“And when was the last time you cleaned?” he shook his head, “you were so on top of these things when I was alive. Or, well, I’m still alive and not a corpse, thank you very much, but before I died,” he threw up his hands, “you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“You’re trying to say you’re not a corpse so I’ll fuck you,” you sighed, “I know. I’m still not into necrophilia."

“You know I can still cum, right?”

That threw you for a loop.

“You’ve been back for two days and you’ve already figured that out?” you narrowed your eyes.

“First day actually,” König admitted, “I jacked off when I was showering.”

You paled at the thought.

“I told you to be careful with the stitches!” you hurriedly got off the chair to stand in front of him, “pull your pants down! I need to check them!”

“Excuse me?” König grabbed his belt, “I’m not taking these off unless you’re sucking me off!”

“I’m sorry but medical care is more important than getting your dick wet,” you tugged at his pants, “now off! Get them off!”

“No they’re staying on! Get off of me you whore!”

“Excuse me? I’m literally doing a medical exam!”

"Let go of my belt!"

"I'm a doctor. This is literally my job. If you'd just hold still-"

“Don’t touch me!”

“I need to check the stitches!”

You screeched manically as you and König tumbled through the kitchen and into the living room. With a shove, you managed to his pants and pull them down to his knees.

He looked down at himself miserably.

“I’ve been violated,” he whined.

“I literally need to do this or you could die again,” you said as you pulled the waistband of his boxers down, “if the stitches come loose…”

You stalled as you were faced with König’s cock. He looked down at you bitterly.

“Don’t just stare at it,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry, I just kinda…” you shrugged, “it’s been a while.”

"You know, while you're down there, you could always-"

"I'm not fucking a corpse."

He rolled his eyes and titled his head back, “Just check the fucking stitches.”

“If you weren’t so horny-”

“If you were more willing to experiment-”

“Don’t even go there,” you growled and pressed on his skin. As soon as you did, his cock twitched. You glared up at him, “Can you not?”

König’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, “It’s literally out of my control! I’m sorry that I’m getting hard when my girlfriend is on her knees with my dick in her hand!”

“You could burst a stitch-”

“Oh shut the fuck up!” König groaned as he tilted his head back, “I swear to God I wish I never came back.”

“Well too bad. You’re here now,” you grumbled as you examined him.

Despite the complaints, it looked like the stitches held in place just fine, despite the unusual wear and tear. In fact, as you examined him, you realized something fascinating.

“König,” you whispered in awe, “König you have to see this.”

He glared down at you, “I’m looking, but apparently I’m not supposed to react to what I’m seeing.”

“König, you’re healing.”

That shut him up quickly.

His voice dropped to just above a whisper, “I’m healing?”

“You’re actually healing!” you stood up and pulled his pants back up. Once his belt was buckled, you started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his pale chest and looked closely, “König you’re not just healing! Your hair’s growing back too!”

König blinked and looked down. He gingerly touched the largest line across his chest.

“Oh my God,” you ran your hands over his torso in amazement, “you’re not just healing, you’re healing better than you did when you were alive! Better than anyone, actually. I’ve never seen wounds like these heal so fast!”

König pressed your hand over his heart.

“So I’m getting better?” he asked hopefully.

“By the looks of it... you mused and looked up into his eyes, “König you’re going to be better than before.”

“But how?” he asked.

“Maybe it’s something to do with the lightning strike?” you offered, “I have no idea. This isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen in my textbooks. You’re a complete medical anomaly at this point.”

König stared down at his body in awe.

You took out your phone and snapped a picture of the marks.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting records,” you explained, “if there’s a way I could document this and get it out to the world, we could change everything we know about modern medicine.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“König,” you whispered, “you realise what I did when I brought you back, right?”

He shook his head.

“I cured death, König,” you trembled with excitement, “I did the impossible!”

It started with a giggle. Your giggle turned into a laugh and König joined in.

“You’re a genius,” König shook his head as he marvelled your work, “you know that, right?”

“I cured death!” you squealed, “I did it! Oh my God I did it!”

König leaned down and kissed you deeply. When he pulled back he cupped your cheeks in his hands and said, “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss his nose, “Wouldn’t be possible without a good test subject.”

“I notice you didn’t say willing.”

“Well, would you have said yes?” you asked.

“I mean of course,” he scoffed, “but, well, you know. I think that was a given.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, “now come on. I need to get some better pictures.”

“With or without the clothes?”

You gave him a look.

“I’ll start stripping.”

“Thank you.”

Konig Dump

Konig Alternate Universes

Frankenstein Konig

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reblog if people r allowed to send u asks as if theyre ur friend. wanna tell me how ur day went? do it!!! ask me for advice? sure! ask a personal question? go right on ahead!

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my weird gross fat old creepy stupid König gives off service top vibes so damn much to me

The canon König gives off a power bottom to me from what dialogue we have of him 🌚

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creepy weird loner obsessed konig gonna do it every time 😍

YES!!!! Also hi first anon!!!! I imagine he was quite handsome back when he was younger but his personality put people off.. 🕴️

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i hope I'm not the only one who likes this idea but GENDERBENT KÖNIG!! big awkward woman who yells at you and has no light in her eyes. same as könig really 🌚 Königin?

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I love late-night Pinterest inspiration

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(pt. 3!!!)

"Wh-who the hell are you??!"

you yelp, kicking yourself closer to the wall next to your bed.

"Im your secret admirer..!" König eagerly responds while nodding his hooded head. "Don't be scared my sweetie..I've grown to love you more than anything!! I won't hurt you cutie..." His voice cracks and pauses awkwardly in between sentences. You can hear him lick his dry, probably cracked lips as well as the slurping of uncontrollable drooling.

"I meant..what's your name?? Why are you here?" You strain your voice. You can feel your heartbeat behind your eyes.

"You can call me König...I'm here for you! I thought it would be obvious. You're not that smart..aren't you? I can tell." He giggled like some little boy.

You try to think of a clever comeback, but your mind turns up blank. You look him up and down. he had on some ill-fitting tactical vest, khaki cargo pants that had a ridiculous amount of pockets. Shoes that looked like they needed a wash, dirtying your clean pink rug with grimy shoe prints. . It made your spine shudder.

This was a horrible situation to be in. Some huge nasty man in your safe space, hungrily ogling you. It made you feel some sort of way. Icky but..kinda cute in a way? Wait, what the fuck are you thinking?? This man sounded at least twice your age. Not even mentioning the fact he basically admited to having stalked you.

Where's your phone? You should really call the police. When König notices you patting around on your bed for your phone, he tackles you.

"Don't you dare call the police." He mutters, feeling his hot breath hit right onto your face.

This is horrible. You're trapped in a room with this..König, unpredictable and worst of all, dirty.

You gasp, your eyes frozen on König right on top of you, his thick legs straddling you. The guy's grip on your wrists were tight. You haven't been touched like this since...well, never. Nobody in their right mind does this. Nobody normal enjoys this. So why do you? A small blush spreads to your cheeks, flustering yourself with such nasty thoughts about this man you just met. "Hopefully König doesn't notice" you think to yourself. He might get the wrong idea. Ew.

He holds you tight enough to be able to break your wrists if he truly wanted to. König noticed your pin point pupils, his breath hitching when he realizes that he's scaring the fuck out of you, feeling your body tremble underneath his.

"See?? I'm not hurting you..I wouldn't dream of it. Unless you wanted me to of course, meine Hübsche Fraülein...I'll do anything for you. Please don't call them!" He sputters out. You can hear heavy panting underneath his what seemed to be a handmade hood. The red markings underneath the eyeholes seemed to be made from bleach stains. How crude..

His eyes were a whole other thing. An unsettling mix between a cold grey and an ice blue. Similar to the calm blue of a sky before a thunderstorm hits.

His pupils were massive, desperate to suck up all the details of your pretty little scared face.

"Fine...get off me then." you murmur, trying to look away from his piercing gaze.

König looked at you as if you just asked him to grow another head. Preposterous!

"N-no. I can't do that. Aren't I keeping you warm? I think you'd like to be kept warm, sweetie." buries his head into your neck, breathing in your scent deeply. You were a big fan of sweet scents, so he most definitely got a whole whiff of that. You can tell from his eyes rolling back into his skull.

"You smell delicious...like cake and candies. You must have worn this for me..you must have had to know how much I love cake.." König rambles into your neck all muffled.

He sounded so delusional to you. Desperate to think that someone cares for him as much as he does for you.

That's when you notice a..hard mass rub against your leg. It was moving back and forth against your squishy thigh.

"Mine..my sweet little girl.." König groans quietly, his face still buried into your neck. You feel a pool of saliva develop on his mask, making the fabric stick onto your sweating neck.

König's tactical vest was riding up, exposing his shirt and stomach. His happy trail leading down to the leaky bulge that he was now mindlessly grinding against you.

"You make me feel good!...feel happy...let me make you feel happy too sweetie.." König moans quite loudly, his words spilling out of him. It was shameful to admit but the way he made such dirty sounds straight into your neck made your own body react in a certain way.

You discreetly grind your legs together. He quickly noticed your maneuver, letting go of one of your arms to grope one of your sticky thighs. Lifting his head up to meet your eyes, he growls.

"You can't hide it from me.. I know how you like to touch yourself. I've watched you in the shower, your living room, in this bed..you have such a cute face when you cum." König licks his lips while he trails his calloused hand closer and closer to your clothed cunt.

your face is a tomato red. You feel sick to your stomach from his thick cock humping against your leg sure.. but this felt too good to pass on.

"T-thats not something you should do." You stutter out, your hips subconsciously grinding against his steady hand.

"That hasn't stopped me. It won't ever stop me. You're just too cute. I need you.." His eyes were plastered onto your face. His permanent eye contact would be unsettling any other time, but for some reason it felt good to be watched as you crumpled underneath his dirty, desperate touch.

You close your eyes, accepting the pleasure.

You hear his ragged groaning. You feel that he stopped grinding for a moment

Then you hear the unzipping of pants.

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For some reason könig reminds me a lot of pinkie pie. (When he really shouldn't.) Maybe he wants to be her...idk... cod mlp au... I'm cooking.... he'd have a dirty grimy pinkie pie plush he found on the road or something in his house + might draw more traditionally because my digitals suck rn 🌚

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thinking of having different versions of könig to write and draw about...fat old könig, canon-accurate König, creepy könig, cruel and cocky König, etc.... :3c decisions...

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Pt. 2!!!!

"Hallo..?...May I come in?"

König shakily mutters. Greyish-blue eyes underlined with nearly periwinkle-dark circles shine through the messily cut holes of his hood. Small wrinkles around his eyes indicating a wide unsettling smile under the covering.

You can't believe your eyes. Or ears. Specifically your ears. The audacity of this hallucination! You huff in disbelief, your grip loosens on your pillow.

"Sure, why the hell not?" You let out a stifled groan into your blankets. Why are you even entertaining your tired brain?

Your thoughts are interrupted with a loud snap from the window opening.

"Not only so cute..but sweet too?? You're the perfect girl, I just knew it..!" König's breathing picked up as if he had just heard you confess your undying love for him right there as his long and thick legs made their way through the too-small window. His fingers tangled with the borders of your windowsill, grappling and twitching in excitement to get inside with you.

No, this can't be right. This can't be real right? You blink rapidly, rubbing your eyes harder, your breathing turns rapid, ribs beginning to flare.

What have you done?? And just who is this man?

There is a huge man in your room now, and with the way he's staring at you, you don't think he's leaving just yet.

"I'm s-so... happy to see you up close, Meine hübsche Frau." König blurts out desperately, his hands twitching at his side, aching to feel your warm flesh underneath his fingertips.

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I hear German and start huffing and puffing and moaning like I’m going into heat btw

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(pt.1!!!!)

What is a man like König supposed to do when he spots a pretty little thing like you? Go up to you and introduce himself? Fuck no, not in a million years. Waiting in your bushes and watching your every move through your windows for weeks? Yes!

For a retired, semi-respected military man, König should be drowning in pussy attention. He thinks of this fairly often. He can be handsome! He can be gentleman-like....sometimes!

König licks his dry and cracked lips thinking about ripping your flattering pajamas off, ravaging you in your own bed as he continues to watch you get ready for bed from his favorite tree. Until he falls out of course, landing into the rose bushes below with a fat thud.

"Scheiße-!"

He groaned quietly, rubbing his hood covered head. That's going to show up later. No matter..

You shoot up from your canopy bed, your head hasn't even touched the pillow yet and your eyes are slightly stinging from sleep deprivation. You were a busy woman! You needed your sleep. What sort of shit is going on outside? You rub your face, almost as if to remove the sleepiness. "Do I really want to check it out?" You ask yourself in your mind.

You stay silent, waiting for another noise.

The only thing you can hear loud and clear is the ticking of the clock on your wall.

You grumble before rolling over, grabbing your pillow over your ears.

The now-faint ticking seems to get louder. less linear. Almost like tapping.

Tapping? Rolling your eyes, you move your eyes to your window, earning a gasp from you and the man behind the window, now weirdly smiling.

Your eyes stay frozen on the window. Is this a hallucination culminating from all those all nighters? If so, why would you be imagining a hooded man nearly seven feet huffing on your window, drawing a sloppy heart from the condensation?

"Hallo Fräulein..." A low voice shakily uttered.

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Fat Retired König...if you can hear...old desperate pathetic König who's never felt the touch of another human...come to me...

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100% he's drooling under the mask

giving the headcanon that König loves fat women. especially since I think he'd like to have sickly sweet lavishly huge dinner dates where he'd cook for his sweet but of course that's never going to happen since he's too busy with his job + doesn't particularly put himself out there willingly so all he can do is dream 🌚 oh and he's DEFINITELY an ass guy

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