#könig cod

[konigsblog]

I feel like Loser!Konig would pay SexWorker!Reader just for a night full of cuddles :(

Poor man hasn't felt the touch of a woman besides from his mother.

He'll pay you for each compliment, although he can tell that it's not really sincere.

You don't necessarily find König repulsive when it comes to his appearance (his personality and attitude are another topic...). You find him cute. Adorable. With those flushed cheeks and his brutality being such a contrast to that freckled, tired, cute face. You cup his stubbled, scarred face while riding him, his jaw agape and his cock swelling inside your slick heat. His eyes are half-lidded, fatigued with deep and dark eye bags beneath his blues.

Women are usually disgusted by König. He's an awkward, socially anxious mess that becomes aggressive and fierce when he feels judged. Oh, you don't want to go out on a date with him? Well, he'll spit misogynist bullshit at you as retaliation. So, you can understand why he's a virgin in his late thirties and can't hold a conversation without embarrassing himself. He's not pathetic, only when it comes to women.

He reminds you that you don't need to do anything sexual with him, that he's just desperate to be held and loved. Kiss his cheeks and lay beside him, your filed and painted fingernails dragging along his freckled back. He'll fall asleep atop of you within seconds at your hypnotising, soothing touch, snoring away ‘til the early hours of the morning, your bare skin still against his and his cock hard from a wet dream.

The tip is always worth it, and I'm not just talking about the money you're paid. 👀

[motomamita]

college!bf!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, risky sex!

college!boyfriend!könig fucking you in his room, not caring that his roommate is there. He wrapped his strong arms around you, making sure you didn't escape anywhere while one of his hands covered your mouth.

"shh, be quiet, honey." He murmurs in your ear with his hoarse voice. "You don't want him to realize what's going on here."

both of your eyes are locked on the other boy in the room, who has his back to you at his desk working on his essay, having no idea what's going on behind him. König had developed a taste for fucking you in places where both of you could be discovered, his bedroom being his favorite place.

könig's thick cock slowly entered and exited your pussy, hitting your most sensitive spot with each thrust and making you moan lightly. Your thighs were wet as were his balls, making a sticky sound every time he entered you. His roommate continued working, totally focused on his laptop despite both of you moaning.

"i'm sweating... Let me cool off." In one movement König removed the blanket that covered you both, leaving you completely exposed.

you tried to cover yourself but he held your wrists with one of his hands while the other grabbed your leg. König increased the speed of his thrusts, fucking you as if you were the only ones in the room. Without a blanket over you, the sounds of your bodies colliding could be heard clearly as well as the moans that escaped your mouth. His cock moved in and out of you at a cruel, totally pleasurable pace that made you completely forget that anyone else was there with you.

it wasn't enough for your orgasm to come, followed by König's who grunted as he filled your insides with his hot semen. When you managed to calm down you looked at the roommate who was now wearing his headphones and playing music at full volume. he had definitely heard you. oops!

[machveil]

okay wait, because I was immediately struck with more Boyfriend!König after posting this

Boyfriend!König who comes home from a deployment - he reeks, he’s sore, everything aches and he feels like death. but, as soon as the door clicks shut behind him his eyebrows furrow. somethings cooking and it smells familiar. he’s kicking his boots off at the door and shrugging his coat off as he walks towards the kitchen. and there you are, standing next to the stove with a spoon held up to your lips, listening to music and unaware of his presence

Boyfriend!König who coughs, not wanting to startle you with his sudden presence. it’s worth it though, seeing you look over at him, eyes lighting up as you practically tackle him for a hug. it’s a sweet, short moment, but König’s eyeing the stovetop. when you let go you excitedly tell him you’re making dinner, something special since he’s been gone for a couple weeks. “You can’t look! It’ll ruin the surprise— uh, actually, maybe take a shower. I’ll call you when it’s done, okay?”, he chuckled at your rushed words, moved towards your bathroom when you gave him a gentle shove

hair wet and dressed in some ratty sweatpants, Boyfriend!König comes back to the kitchen while toweling off his hair. the scent from the kitchen is stronger than when he came in, but it’s nothing compared to what’s on the counter. he freezes, a little wobbly when he puts his foot down and looks at the food. tafelspitz. and suddenly that familiar smell registers in his head, his mama’s cooking. you had called her regularly while he was deployed, spent every other day learning how to cook some of König’s childhood favorites

Boyfriend!König whose eyes get watery when he starts eating because, oh, it tastes exactly how his mama makes it. he hasn’t been back home in a year and a half - purely from bad timing and deployments - and he’s missed his mama’s food so much. König who gets up from the table, walks over to you while chewing and hugs you, not giving you the chance to stand up or properly hug him back. as soon as he swallows he’s babbling ‘thanks you’s and kissing the crown of your head, murmuring how ‘you didn’t have to’. he’s got you in a death squeeze, eyes closed as he presses his nose to your hair, “Ich liebe dich— you’re too good to me, Liebling.”

[ghouljams]

I saw your tag about dusting König off. What's he doing in the Shining AU?

Great question, he's going insane but also has been using the fact that he's locked in the Overlook with his wife as an opportunity to breed her every chance he gets. So by the time the ghosts start driving him insane he's already been fucking his wife every day, multiple times a day, for over a month.

Really makes it hard to convince a man to kill his wife when you're sucking him off under the bar. All the slurping and gagging noises as you try to take his huge cock down your throat really ruin the atmosphere. The bartender is making such a pained/disgusted face that König doesn't even bother talking to him.

König ends up a boogeyman for the Overlook ghosts, looming in doorways with his mask haphazardly tugged over his head. All the ghosts eye him nervously, unsure if they're supposed to say something or if they're dealing with an unknown type of monster. König tosses a freshly killed deer into the kitchen and watches on excitedly as you butcher it. The ghosts all recoil in disgust when he uses his bloody fingers to pull up your skirt.

His kid refuses to speak English to any of the ghosts. They hate that little german boy. They hate König and his son so god damn much.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hello my queen :)) i hope i'm not asking too much of you, is it alright if you just write a short drabble with könig and plus size reader? smut or fluff, whatever you're in the mood for. there's no good plus size reader fics and yours are some of the best :((

Anything for you, Lizzy 🩷

Tale of the Tummy 🌸

FYI, he wears no mask in this :)

You almost kill your boyfriend when you step out in your new dress.

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It was a Friday night, and König had insisted on taking you out on a date. He loved seeing you get all dolled up.

All that shining jewelry that sat so nicely against your skin, the dresses and skirts that hugged your figure so nicely he could've sworn he'd gone to heaven.

Your hair, your eyes, your lips- it drove him crazy. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

You'd just finished your makeup, adding the final touch with the swipe of your lipstick. You descended the stairs in your new dress, your shoes in one hand and your purse in the other.

"Honey? I'm ready!" You called out, searching for your lover.

You found your giant of a boyfriend in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while nursing a glass of water.

He wore a black suit, deep maroon accents scattered throughout the ensemble in the form of a tie, socks, watch band and a pocket square.

The fabric stretched across his broad back and narrowed into the fitting sleeves that hugged his bulging arms perfectly.

The seams of his pants were close to bursting, trying to contain the trunks that were his thighs. His ass looked great, too.

"There you are!" You smiled, walking over to him.

You let out a low whistle followed by a giggle.

"Look at you, so handsome-"

before you could finish the teasing compliment he glanced over at you and choked on his water, and curiously, spit it out at the same time.

He coughed and heaved for air and you rushed over to him with a gasp, firmly patting his back to get the water out of his airway.

After he'd caught his breath and your hand was soothingly dragging up and down his spine, he looked at you again.

Your brows were furrowed and he could see the concern in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" You asked, worry tinting your tone. König nodded and cleared his throat.

"You look stunning, liebling." He smiled, his voice hoarse still.

"Thank you." You accepted the compliment and took a step back, twirling to show off the full outfit.

His eyes widened as he took you in fully, more than just the glance from a moment ago.

"Alter Schwede..." he breathed, pupils blown.

He swallowed thickly, eyes raking over your figure.

How were you so soft?

Your curves looked delicious, he had to hold himself back or he would've literally taken a bite out of you.

Your bare feet that would soon be caged into uncomfortable heels -the things we do for fashion- the long, flowy skirt that hid your legs.

König had to admit he missed the sight of your thighs. How they'd spill when you sat down, the dimples and cellulite that were so uniquely you.

Your wide hips that felt so natural in his hands or when you were seated in his lap.

His gaze skipped onto your face. Your round cheeks, your sparkling eyes accompanied by those pretty lips, and your radiant smile.

You were beautiful in every way he could possibly imagine.

The neck he loved to kiss and cover in love bites was adorned by a necklace that he'd bought for you, the precious stones shimmering in the light.

And God, the sight of your plush décolletage that felt so nice against his cheek was showing just a hint of a collarbone and he almost groaned at the sight of your breasts in that dress.

König would have to thank the lady who took the measurements for your bra, because they looked heavenly. Or should he thank your mom? God? Mother Nature?

He had no time to dwell on it because he made the fatal mistake of letting his eyes drop further.

Your tummy, so soft and rounded, dented the fabric of your dress just slightly. It was something you felt ruined the outfit sometimes, but it was by far his favorite part.

The curve of your pudge and the outline of our bellybutton were things he'd dreamed of, he knew it.

Your brows furrowed as you watched him stare at you with parted lips.

Without a thought in his head and all of them in his pants, he walked over to you with long strides and dropped to his knees in front of you, smushing his face into your belly.

A startled noise of surprise tumbled from your lips and your hands instinctively went to rest on the back of his head.

"What're you doing, hm? We have a reservation to get to." You reminded him.

He just exhaled into your flesh and pressed his face deeper into your stomach.

"So weich.. und gemütlich..." it was a muffled sound followed by a long sigh.

You chuckled, carefully running your fingers through his hair so you wouldn't mess it up. You were sure he put a lot of effort into it.

"As adorable as this is, we do have to leave." You spoke softly, gently tugging his face from your tummy.

König let out a displeased grumbled but obliged, pressing a kiss to your clothed belly before rising back to his full height.

"You are breathtaking, maus." He said quietly, resting his forehead against yours.

A smile stretched over your lips.

"And you," you began with a low tone, "look very distinguished. Let's not waste all of that."

You pulled him into a soft kiss and König melted into the touch of your lips, gently holding your hips.

His face was smooth in your hands, a sign he'd shaved and finally used that moisturizer you'd gotten him.

You hummed fondly into the kiss but pulled away, hoping to preserve your lipstick.

"Do we really have to go, liebling?" He sighed, downtrodden.

You caressed his cheek and smiled gently.

"If we go now and I get to show off my new dress tonight," you leaned in, stretching up high on your toes, your breath hot against his ear, "I'll let you take it off of me afterwards."

You grinned wickedly, your feet flat on the ground again, when you heard a breath getting caught in his throat. He blinked at you before swiftly grabbing your hand.

"Let's go." He dragged you towards the door and you had barely enough time to grab your shoes.

"Why in such a rush?" You teased with a smirk.

König came to a stop and turned around to look at you, his hand gently cupping your chin.

"We have a reservation to get to, don't we, mäuschen?"

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He's such a sweetheart, I just know he is 🥺

I hope you enjoyed ✨️😚

More of König and others -> 💫

Fi's Dictionary 📜

"Liebling" - "Darling" (u all know this one by now)

"Alter Schwede.." - "gawd dayum" (literal translation would be "old Swede".....languages r weird.)

"So weich.. und gemütlich..." - "So soft.. and cozy..." (no explanation needed.)

"Maus" - "Mouse" (used as a term of endearment)

"Mäuschen" - "Little Mouse" (used as a term of endearment)

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[wordstome]

*crawls out of my grave* hey come look at this person’s König artwork

LINK

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

König's large hands forcing you to meet his eyes whenever you're nearly asleep. Hands the size of your head grab at you gently. Turning you over to face him as he mutters apologies into your deaf ears.

"Just need to make sure you're alive Schatz."

The man can only do so much when his thoughts come over and you're asleep. Now he just makes sure with a finger under your nose, ensuring your breaths before he pushes himself down to sleep against your warm beating chest.

[latenightdaydreams]

HIII 💜 I LOVE ur work smm

I was wondering if you were thinking of writing Zombie Apocalypse AU Part 3 for Konig🫣

I understand if ur busy!

HI!!! Thank you!!!!

ZombieApocalypseAU!König x Reader Part 3 (fem)

Part 1, Part 2

@honeybadger-the-goat-queen, @mercyofdiscord, @nicolebarnes, @inosaf

MDNI 🔞 First two part are smut, this one lacks but has violence

Master List ✍🏽

>cw:fem/afab, violence

1.3k word count

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After only two weeks, the supplies that would have lasted you a month run out. König is a massive man leading him to burn through food. He stands with his hand on his hip looking down at the new cans of food and dry goods before turning to face you.

“We need to make a run.”

“I can—”

“Don’t be an idiot, you’re not leaving my sight.” He grabs a backpack and hands it to you, but doesn’t let go when you reach for it. “If you try to run, I will hurt you.”

“I know.” You say in a meek voice before he finally lets go of the bag.

The dangerous look in his eyes let you know that he means what he’s saying. He picks up his bag before walking out of the small closet with you, exiting the school building. It’s quiet outside. No sounds of humans, zombies, or even animals. Your eyes dart up to König, waiting for instruction and he motions for you to follow him.

The nearest stores have been mostly raided, so he opts for a residential neighborhood. It’s eerie to see what remains of what was once someone’s safe haven, a home. König uses his military skills to get you both into the first home in good shape, the doors and windows still locked.

His hands wrap around your waist as he assists you through the window, carefully placing you on your feet. Inside the smell of decay hits you instantly. As you both step into the living room, it becomes clear why. On the couch are the bodies of a family, clearly a murder-suicide. The image causes you to gag, turning to throw up on the floor behind you. König looks down at you, clearly not phased by what he’s seeing.

“They’re better off.” He says, not in a comforting tone, but implying they were weak.

König walks past you to the kitchen, opening up their cabinets searching for anything still edible. You linger, looking at photos of the family that are lined up on the table. A pit in your stomach forms as you take time to remember your own family you’ve lost.

“Schatz, come here.”

You quickly turn and walk towards König to see a stack of cans of food. There is a pause before you walk forward and help him pack them into your bag. He works effectively while you struggle trying to not think of this family's last moments together.

Before the outbreak started, you would have liked to live like this. A cozy life with a loving family. All of these people with hopes, dreams, feelings; they’re all undead or simply dead now. Yet you, with nothing, get to carry on.

“Who were you? Before…this.”

König stops what he’s doing and looks down at you. For a moment he thinks, finally deciding to just be open. This is the end of it all, and he’d like to be known for who he truly was. There is no point in lying.

“A colonel in a military task force named KorTac.” His eyes meet yours as he leans back against the counter. “I was a brutal killing machine, a cocky one too.” A smile crosses his lips, unable to suppress his fond view of those times. If he could go back, he would in a heartbeat; but with you. “Who were you?”

“I- I was no one.”

König’s smile slowly drops as he hears you say this. He takes the bag and places it aside, sitting down on the kitchen floor and pulling you down to sit with him, His arms cradle your much smaller body as he holds you to him. “Why do you say that?”

“I was a waitress; a college dropout with no plan for my future.” You speak softly, trying to suppress the sadness in your tone.

“Yet you’re one of the few surviving in this new world. You aren’t a nobody. You’re a warrior now.”

He kisses the back of your head as he holds you. While he’s aware you don’t share his feelings, he can’t deny his own. You’re beautiful and calm the storm that rages inside of his mind. The way your body feels against his, how you so easily submit to him. There has never been a woman that just gets him. He’s a man in love; obsessed.

“Were you married?” You ask, resting your head back on his chest.

“Ja, but we divorced way before this happened. No children.” König doesn’t ask about you, the thought of anyone else having your love causes his face to grow hot with jealousy.

“I—”

“I don’t want to know.” He says softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’re mine now and that’s all I need to know.” His lips kiss down your neck before he leans back. “We should keep searching before sun down.”

The next few homes bear very little goods. As the sky begins to turn orange, König calls it a day and begins to walk back home with you. His much larger hand slips into yours, walking casually with you, enjoying the sunset. He carries both bags so you don’t have to stress your body out.

“Did you want kids?” You ask him.

“Nein, but now I think I might.” He says while keeping his eyes focused on your surroundings, occasionally looking down at you.

“Even in this chaos?”

“I don’t think it will last forever. Even so, humans will adapt. We always do.”

“Hey!” A distant male voice catches you both off guard. “Y/n?”

König’s head snaps in the direction of the voice, instantly pulling you behind him. “Who is that?” He growls in a low tone to you.

“I don’t know—”

“You’re mistaken.” König calls out to the man.

“It’s me, Peter.”

König’s eyes darken as he looked behind him down at you, waiting for you to tell him who ‘Peter’ is. “Who?”

“That’s a guy from work.” This could be your way to freedom, the way away from König.

König drops the bags gently onto the ground to not break anything. He walks forward, leaving you behind as he approaches Peter. You quickly rush and grab König’s arm, pulling him back. His gaze lands on you.

“Please, what are you doing?” You ask frantically.

“Guard the bags.” He pulls away from you, walking on.

“Hey, y/n, are you okay?”

“She’s okay. Who are you?” König asks, continuing to approach him.

“I’m a friend. Who the hell are you?” Peter can see the look of fear on your face as he begins to step away from König.

“Her owner. And I don’t like random men speaking to what’s mine.”

“Peter! Please help me!” You cry out in a moment of desperation, only angering König more.

“Back up!” Peter pulls a knife from his belt buckle, ready to defend himself.

König quickly wraps his hand around his neck, slamming him back into the ground. You gasp loudly, covering your mouth so you don’t scream and attract zombies. König say’s something to him that you can understand before slamming Peter into the ground repeatedly. Tears stream from your eyes as you see the pool of blood pouring from the back of his head.

Once Peter is no longer moving König stops, standing and looking down at the lifeless body. He turns to see you on all fours throwing up and sobbing. A huff of air leaves him as he marches back over to you. His fingers grip your hair tightly, pulling you up to your feet as you attempt to crawl away from him.

“Help?” He growls.

“Please! Put me down!”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! You’re mine! Act like it!” König grabs the bags and pulls you by your hair, forcing you to stumble over your feet as you try to keep up with his angry speed. “Mine.”

[whocaresabouttactical]

Too busy those days

[evilfrogcereal29]

Tbh I'm not sure König and Krueger would like eachother very much, don't get me wrong I adore art of them together being Austrian bros, but like- Krueger litteraly killed his own people, fellow Austrians... And their personalities would clash so much-

Like at first, when they meet, I think König's Anxiety is immediately set off by Krueger's weird off-putting vibe, he's kind of jokey? And always smirking/grinning, but there this look in his eyes... Like he knows something you don't, and König hates that. And if he gets too curious and gets his hands on Krueger's dossier, or hears from word of mouth what he did? I think König keeps his distance... If König wasn't working alongside Krueger, he'd probably want him dead. And see to that himself.

And Krueger probably gets a kick out of messing with König, he loves that this big intimidating guy is actually so easy to get to. He barely has to try. Its like a game to him. He won't leave König alone, even if König is trying his best to avoid him.

If they do have any kind of relationship, it's probably one sided and mean :(

[konigsblog]

Imagine König punishing you because you have a celebrity crush

He just wants to be the only man(more like only person) you look at :(

Oh, he's definitely the type of man to get offended and consider it cheating when you have a fictional or celebrity crush.

It's all about his insecurity. He hates how attractive these men are, especially when he's struggled his entire life due to his grotesque and horrifying appearance. The scars that litter his freckled and hauntingly pale skin scare women off as they wonder what kind of life König lives. His terrifying height only adds to that horror and fear. The sight of children sobbing at the sight of him tugs at his heartstrings. He wants nothing more to settle down with a woman and have children together. Hopefully his offspring don't fear him.

So, when he realises that you have a celebrity crush, his frustration and envy is uncontrollable. Especially when the celebrity crush doesn't look anything like König. Tall, but not freakishly tall in a petrifying way. Tall, dark, and handsome, and not littered with auburn, ginger hair and pale blue eyes. And although you reassure König that he's the one for you, that no one compares to him, his jealousy still blooms.

He's petty. He'll hide your phone above the kitchen cabinets where you would never look to think, and couldn't possibly reach all on your own. When you get scared during horror films, he'll push you away, telling you to find your beloved and favoured celebrity crush to protect you. He'll cause arguments until you stop talking about that man and start doting on him 24/7, complimenting him, and gushing over him... (⁠T⁠T⁠)

[casualkonig]

It's so loud.

[machveil]

König has sad eyes :(

his eyebrows have a natural, slight upwards tilt towards his forehead so they look a little furrowed at all times - even when his face is resting. when he actually knits his eyebrows it’s extremely dramatic, unintentional, but he looks like a kicked puppy when he does it

his irises are an icy blue, almost grey. that, combined with heavy bags under his eyes, makes him look so miserable. they’re gorgeous, but he always looks a little on verge of having tears on his waterline. god forbid he actually cries, big fat tears clumping together in his eyelashes, a red tint to his sclera. and he blubbers, chest raising and falling heavily, big snotty sniffles that leave his throat raw

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

König knew he was sick, too corrupted to be normal; all the things he had seen and done had finally taken over. Horangi was no better than his tall and large. He was the one who found their next victim.

You were interesting to watch, cute even. The cute way in which you were too shy and nervous when a waiter gave you your order wrong or speak up, just letting whatever just happened too scared to speak but a home? You were wild, dancing and singing without a care in the world, watching movies or just playing with your cat, Miss Whiskers, or simply giggling to yourself as you read a book or watching YouTube videos.

"She is reading again?" Horangi asked as he sipped from his coffee, looking over König's shoulder to see the screen of the wide computer. "Ja, like always" König replied with a soft chuckle, changing the camera angle.

For a while no one said anything.

"You sure about tonight?" Horangi muttered, taking notice of the blackness of his coffee, not once had he been so hesitant to do what they were gonna do but...you become more then just someone to watch to him for the pass months.

König sharply turned around in the desk chair, his blues icy cold, "I am sure." He stood up, towering over his friend in an intimidating way, "If you're not so sure, you're free to let me have her." Horangi's face hardened. "Unlikely, My friend." Horangi's eyes turned cold to semi-shock once König smacked his hand on his shoulders and shook him.

"Ja, That's more like it. Pack our stuff we move now." König grinned.

His grin widened, wickedness that had not been there before as he glanced back. You were getting ready for bed

"I'll see you soon, Meine Prinzessin."

@xxmaddhatter39xx

[mi-ch]

Menaces.

[baremueran]