#werewolf!könig

[dmitriene]

riding werewolf!könig, your naked body, which supple flesh is flushed with a slight blush due to the bubbling warmth in your body, is covered with his cloak made of wild wolf's fur, enveloping you in warmth and softness, as well as the thick, deep scent of könig's musk.

könig growls beneath you, calloused hands paw with a rough grip on your hips, sharp claws dig sharply into your soft, rounded ass, scratching the thin skin with small bloody scratches, as you bounce up and down on his meaty cock, your gooey walls pulsing around his fat, leaking girth.

his blue eyes stare into yours with an animalistic, hungry gaze, black pupils dilated and gradually absorbing the brightness of his blues, his cock throbs in the tightness of your stretched, silk pussy, as könig watches your breasts jiggle with each thrust, practically howling at the mere sight.

until your perky, sensitive nipples are between his sharp canines, wet tongue draws circles and sucks, as he more actively impales your squelching cunt on his weeping cock, squeezing and lifting you by your supple hips, deliberately quickly pumping into your cervix as a knot forms on his spurting tip.

könig making sure to fill you to the brim each time, letting the outline of his cock bulge in your tummy, as he jerks and coats your slick, pulsing insides with his thick, potent cum, making you shiver and arch rigidly with chocked, syrupy mewls slipping past your swollen lips.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[frogchiro]

HII HII ur writing is perf 4 this idea but you don’t hav 2 do it !! i js thought of u <3 little red riding hood reader & big bad wolf (ko, ghost, price) any cod guy & i think it’s js soo cute !!!

[art by doujinpearl]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS SO CUTE??? YOU NEVER MISS LOVE!!! And thank you it really means a lot to me that you like my silly writing <33

tw// horror elements and this has like one mention of a 'off-screen' death but no one major

I think I'm gonna go with König for this one?? Bc something about him just screams big bad wolf to me y'know? Also for the sake of this story, König is described like on the pics above, so his lower half is life a literal werewolf.

okay also i'm putting this under the cut because this somehow grew into a whole fic?? My dear @9irly9irl if you see this know that I love you and this was so. freaking. enjoyable to write??? I love this so much??? Also I'm sorry for the horror themes but I'm getting ready for October and the gloomy weather outside made me do this. I hope you still enjoy and PLEASE send me more for this au!!

Big bad wolf König who is on the prowl for some time now, he's on a hunt for you, the sweet girl who lives alone with her mother on the edge of the dark forest your good old momma always tells you to stay away from and for good reason. The townsfolk from the villages around whisper in fear and dread about a monster lurking in the woods, half man-half wolf with an insatiable taste for blood; they call the beast König, the undisputed King.

And honestly? König likes that rep. It means less annoying pests wandering around his territory safe for a groups of young guys from time to time who think they have the balls to try and 'kill the beast' but they are dealt with...pretty quickly.

But no, König has his glowing eyes set on something more...Exquisite. On something soft and pliable, sweet smelling and so so pretty. Namely on you. The werewolf guesses he has to be thanking his lucky starts or whatever bullshit that while sniffing around your cottage he overheard your mother talking about going out into the forest to bring her sickly mother, your grandma, a basket full of food and some other supplies and being the sweet little thing that you are, you of course cried and volunteered to go yourself, that your mother is already older and that you will make quick work of it.

König swears that day that his blood never rushed downward to his dick so fast. You, soft little you, all alone in his forest? His territory?? It's like you're begging to get taken and mated! The trek from your cottage to your grandma's home would take you about 2-3 days as she lives deep in the woods, the perfect timing for him to reveal himself and take you away for himself into his den in the darkest parts of the forest where you will have the perfect life with him! No more worrying about food or warmth during the cold, dreary winter months, he is more than a capable provider for his future mate, not to mention your future litter of happy yipping pups you will birth for him! It's a perfect plan!

And so he waits. And waits. And waits until the day you finally leave with your cute basket in tow and a tearful goodbye with your mommy dear that you will return as soon as possible. Yea, sure sweetheart.

I think he'd reveal himself by the time it's getting nighttime, when the sun sets, the air is getting cold and a ominous darkness sets over the forest where your trembling body sits in a makeshift nest made of a blanket and a thick animal pelt under a old, big tree. Everything seems so loud, the cries of nocturnal animals sound much more bleak and unnerving, not to mention the weird, chilling feeling of...something following you. Like there were a pair of eyes trained on you since a few weeks ago but you never mentioned this to your poor mother as you didn't want to worry her, but the feeling only amplified ever since you left your home and went on a trip to your grandmother.

You couldn't help the loud yelp you let out when suddenly a pair of glowing golden eyes appeared in the small clearing around the tree; a pair of glowing, unblinking orbs that seemed to be suspended in the air in the surrounding darkness, the weak fireplace you managed to make doing basically nothing to light up the area and your poor little heart started to beat like crazy when you noticed the eyes moving forward, closer and closer to you until the light finally caught what was moving towards you...or more like who.

It was an enormous man, easily over 7ft tall, his broad, bulky shoulders moving as he stood from the position he was in to his full height and those ominous glowing eyes still were unblinking as they stared at you like you were just some lamb and...you probably were.

The one thing that somehow stood out the most, even amidst literally everything else unnatural about this man, were a pair of ear on top of his head, which only now you noticed was covered in some sort of tattered old hood with holes for the eyes and ears, and a huge fluffy tail which was wagging faster anytime you seemed to look the man over, but what really brought it all together was his lower half...it-it was all fur. His legs were that of some bipedal wolf and in that moment a silent scream tried to make its way out of your throat; it was König, the brutal and unforgiving beast that resided in the surrounding forests, the one that people tell horror stories about around campfire and...he was here. He was here before you to tear you apart and leave nothing behind, not even bones.

Tears were streaming down your face, a look of utter defeat on it because after all, what more could you do? You can't possibly fight him, you can't outrun him, hiding is out of the picture too...You were ready to feel the unimaginable pain of those jaws locking themselves on your throat and draining you of your life but the you felt...warmth? A slick, warm feeling on your cheek and when you opened your eyes a bit you saw what it was. It was König, or more like his long tongue licking away at your cheek in an almost comforting matter, his wide unblinking eyes still trained on you though his pupils seemed to grow in size, now taking over most of the glowing yellow and when he deemed you to be clean of your tears, a large crooked nose with a scar running across it nudged into your cheek and took a deep sniff to get your scent. A stray thought ran through your mind when you took a closer look at his uncovered face and noticed another huge scar across his face and a few smaller ones, who or what in their right mind got close enough to inflict such wounds on someone like König?

When you stayed still and just stared at him wide eyed and out of breath König let out a deep growl like purr of content; he could hear your small aborted breaths still coming out quick and your heart fluttering in your chest like a small erratic bird but he could see that you were a tiny bit calmer now and not on the brink of hysterics like a few seconds before. He couldn't help but grin in delight, a nasty, wide thing that revealed rows of sharp teeth. He finally had you. He had you exactly where he wanted and now you were his. Well not completely yet, you two would need to mate first but still, everyone had to start somewhere right? For now he had you calmed down even for a bit, showed you that he wasn't a threat to you and wasn't going to hurt you. It was still only the night of the first day of your travels and he will offer to guide you, he couldn't possibly allow such a cute young lady to just wander around the deep dark forest all alone, right?

Of course he won't mention it that he will be herding you away from the path and instead guide you deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods where his den in. He won't mention it that he will be making very obvious and insistent advances at you, insisting on staying close at all times and wrapping his huge body around you at night for warmth, nosing and nudging at you to cover you in his scent and maybe make you a little bit hot under that deliciously low neckline of the dress that you're wearing, the cape in a lovely shade of red acting like a blanket to shield you away when König is nosing at your neck and bosom, greedy for all the tiny, shy, flustered noises you make, greedy for making you all hot and ready for him.

And of course he certainly won't mention to you about your poor old granny's corpse, rotting for weeks already in her old, decaying house where she died of some illness or old age. No, no, your new life is here, with him. Forever.

[lycheedr3ams]

Do you think werewolf!Konig can smell when his s/o is ovulating? If yes, how does he deal with it?

short answer: yes. irl, women do actually release different scents when we are ovulating, but the awareness of this scent is more of an unconscious biological process. but for werewolf!konig, this would absolutely be a conscious thing

long answer MDNI below the cut

TW: mentions of discharge, konig is a werewolf so everything along with that, predator/prey dynamics, mentions of breeding, roughness

oh, oh yes. canines in general have a strong sense of smell. and konig being the literal and metaphorical beast that he is would certainly have an above average smell while in human form, and a perfect sense of smell in werewolf form.

your discharge also smells differently during ovulation, and of course he could never not notice that change in scent. he doesn't even do it intentionally: you could just be taking off some old panties to change into new ones for bed, and the scent would hit him from across the room. and this scent, whether he caught some of it in human or in werewolf form, would nearly turn him feral every time.

his pupils would get bigger. his muscles would tense up. knowing that your soft and sweet body had no choice but to yearn to be bred just sent him over the edge, because who else would be better than him for breeding you?

konig would always be rougher with you during your ovulation; your scent is just too good for him to not think about anything except filling you up so many times that it began to leak out of you. you could handle this roughness from him while in his human form.

but in his werewolf form? he had to hold back. as much as he hated it, he had to. because if not, he would truly injure you. his cock while in werewolf form is twice the size of his human one, turning the edges of your vision black as you moaned and gasped as this 14 foot man-beast, hot with fur and raw power, held you down and fucked you endlessly. konig couldn't help but growl gutturally when he felt you clench around him, or when he heard your sweet and pleading moans. when he'd clench his sharp teeth together to keep from cumming too soon, his lips unconsciously turning up to reveal those killing teeth, he would accidentally drool down onto your tits or your back. not that either of you cared.

it always stung so sweetly when konig knotted you as he released his cum deep inside you, his perfect little human mate. you would be halfway conscious at this point, but so beyond satisfied that it was worth it every time.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Please, allow me to just drop some werewolf König brain rot here.

You think he’s a human heater now?? Just wait until you meet this one, you will be sweating through the sheets, trying to get out of his grip but it’s not happening, sorry. Metabolism is also through the roof, needs so much food a day like he didn’t already and mating season. 🥵🥵

You cannot keep him off you. Did I mention he has a knot? Well he does, which only serves to keep him in you longer. The likelihood of the bed breaking is high. Please please please convince him to do some prey predator play. His teeth are sharp in his human form and his werewolf could tear a man to shreds with just his teeth, no need for the claws he has. Of course gets bigger when he’s fully transformed. Easily nine feet tall and his height isn’t the only thing that gets bigger 😏😏.

Yes yes yes werewolf König is the best and the worst thing ever because:

1. The bed breaks. On the first thrust.

2. There's dark hair everywhere and everyone keeps asking if you own a dog because it looks and smells like you do O_o

3. Your fridge is always empty :( He's not selfish, he just can't help it! The cheese was right there! And so was the jam, and the ham, and the...

4. Develops an unhealthy addiction to you, gets obsessed with your scent and has to knot you as often as possible

5. Tries to bite your butt or drive his nose between your legs even in human form whenever you pass him by

6. Prefers to take you from behind, and makes so much noise while doing it that you fear the neighbours will someday call the police, the fire department and the ambulance

7. You never quite know if you're his master, his pet, his mate or something else entirely. He's loyal to you, protective of you, he adores you in an unconditional way that reminds you of a dog's love... But he also ruts and knots you like it's the end of the world :/

8. If you're ovulating when he's around... Well. Good luck, I guess.

[sprout-fics]

Werewolf König holding you down -or up- by your hips and just fucking you like an absolute fleshlight while he’s lost in the moon sauce. Send tweet

The monster Konig thot energy has been so strong recently here what-

(Werewolf sex, Mentions of breeding, Size difference, Werewolf dick, Possessiveness, Reader getting her shop wrecked)

“K-König, g-gentle-”

It’s a plea gasped against the darkness, one that echoes softly into the forest, muffled by the sounds of the werewolf above you, bent over you, pressing you into the damp leaves and soft soil. His massive frame above you brackets you in on all sides, one bulging forearm braced well above your head, the other securing your hips flush to his, dragging you back with every brutal, snapping thrust that has him burying himself deep inside you. 

König huffs in your ear, doesn’t respond to your plea. Yet his hips do slow from their vigorous, powerful thrusting to something mildly resembling gentleness. König still doesn’t try to keep himself from drilling the tip of his monstrous shaft against the curve of your womb, rolling his hips in a dizzying onslaught that has fire brimming in your blood. Your fingers curl into the soil in a vain attempt to ground yourself, face pressed nearly flat against the forest floor, ass hauled high in the air, skirt shoved up around your waist where it bunches under his claws. 

Gods, you must look a mess.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure, with the intoxicating, delicious drag of his girth from your velvety walls, clinging to him with every retreat. The sensation alone is enough to make you shudder, make a consuming heat pool low below your belly. It fissures outwards, tracing along every nerve ending, rendering you boneless against him as he maneuvers you to his whim. With every roll of his hips to meet yours there’s a wrecked rush of air that exhales past your swollen lips, teethed raw by your vain attempts to contain your moans. Drool pools at the corner of your mouth, brow scrunched in suffocating pleasure as the monster above you drives into you with wild abandon.

There’s a whine, broken and pleading that tears at your throat, his warm breath fogging your nape, your shoulder, where he has to restrain himself from seizing your tender flesh between his teeth. Anything to satiate the beast inside of him, to tame the growling, rampant fever that stalks in his bones with the feral urge to claim, to breed.

There’s a pause for a moment as the beast growls into your ear, and the sound alone has you whimper, pliant and submissive under him like a pup. You don’t dare move, knowing König will only press you back where he wants you, cave to his desire to have you how he wants you. You go willingly, surrender to him and the monster coiled within his frame. The moon above you both hangs yellow and full, gleaming like the untamed glint in the eyes of your strange lover. 

König withdraws completely, and the loss of complete and utter fullness is so startling that you whine, try and press back to chase him. Yet the weight across your shoulders vanishes, and instead two massive paws come to grasp below your hips. With his terrifying strength König lifts you, has you fall back against his broad, hairy chest with a shuddering gasp. Your hands fall to grasp the fur on his arms, anchoring yourself even as the world spins around you, the cool mist a balm to your feverish, sweaty skin. 

Yet then you feel the tip of him catch against your stretched entrance, and there’s little warning before Konig lowers you down.

The moan that ruptures from your chest cracks your voice, cunt fluttering helplessly around his girth, stretching you wide around him. It isn’t long before König resumes his previous pace, battering against you as skin meets skin, as every thrust has a cracked cry bubble up inside you. 

“You are mine.” He growls in your ear, teeth skimming dangerously over the exposed flesh of your shoulder, threatening to add to the litany of marks there from his previous claims. You grasp at him, drag him closer as the teeth press down into the skin. “Nobody else.”

“My mate. Mine.”

[konigsblog]

wolf!könig dressing up as a sheep to trick sheep!reader. the whole wolf in sheep's clothing idea :(( 🐑

i got a request similar to this, but i think i might've accidentally deleted it. :( so here's my thots on the request, or at least what i can remember from it... 🙁

tw/cw: manipulation, non-con/dub-con, hybrid fucking, monster fucking, teasing, forced impregnating. dead dove: do not eat

he's had his eyes on you. drool dripping from his mouth as he bares his teeth at you from afar. he can't seem to control the way his lengthy cock hardens, twitching at the sight of a little sheep from afar. only a thin pair of light blue, cotton panties covers your body, leaving you vulnerable in the eye's of könig.

so instead, he dressed as a sheep. of course, he had to kill off one of the sheep in the farm for his costume, so he could trick the dumb, ditzy sheep into getting close. slowly, he approached you. he watched as you chewed on the grass, too stupid to realise he approaching you. he's surprised at your naivety; how easy it was to lead you away from the farm, into the woods, so he could push your head down into the leaves and branches and rape you brutally.

he listened to the soft squeals and whimpers, his claws digging into your soft skin, getting tangled in your curly fur as he pounded into you. your cunt drooled around him instinctively. of course, you didn't want this — none of it. but, god, your body betrayed you and reacted regardless of your fear and tears, causing you to squirt and cum all down his meaty shaft. the sight of könig was beyond terrifying, finally coming to the realisation that this wasn't another sheep, but your biggest fear, taking advantage of your stupidity and vulnerability.

wolf!könig dug his sharp canines into your soft neck, growling and snarling at you for wriggling and squirming, all while humping his bulbous, aching cock over your cunt, between your slick folds and against your sensitive, needy clit.

[waves-against-a-cliff]

The Night of The Wolf

Content warnings - Gender neutral reader, werewolf!konig, knotting, claws mentioned, creampie, monster fucking, mating press, doggy style. Top König, bottom reader

Summary - It’s a full moon and you finally managed to convince König to hunt you down in the woods.

König claws dug into your hips and a whimper from your mouth had him immediately loosening his grip. Your face was pressed against the moss, your pants pulled down to your knees and your underwear torn to shreds as he bullied his length into you. Using a mixture of drool and spit as lubricants to help ease into your tight hole as you whined and whimpered. He huffed against your neck, words already lost to him in his werewolf form. König nudged your cheek a little, the only reassurance he could give while lost in his moon trance. Your breath was knocked from you as he finally, finally, bottomed out. König let out a low growl as you moaned at the stretch, your knees aching from being pressed against the ground. He wrapped one massive arm around your waist, the other gripping your neck as he pulled you into whatever position he wanted. Which was currently to use you as fleshlight.

“König-“ You whimpered as he slowly pulled out and then thrusted back in. Your back arched as you mewled, your nails digging into his hairy forearms. König huffed, breathing in your scent as he abused your hole, picking up his pace as he became more desperate. Your gummy walls clenched around him, your head thrown back against his chest as he plowed into you with only a little mercy. “König please.” You whined and you weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for as each thrust numbed your mind with pleasure until you were drooling too.

All König could do was growl and huff as he changed positions again, handling you into a mating press. Your legs pressed as far as they could be against your chest, his tongue dragging over the perky nipples. König had been so excited to finally do this with you, hunt you down in the woods and have his way with you, even if it took some convincing to get him to do it. “Fuck!” You cried out as his pace only increased, his tongue dragging up and down, tasting your sweat as he fucked you. You could feel it building now, the string being pulled tighter until all too quickly, it snapped. “Oh my god-“ You nearly sobbed as the tidal wave crashed down. Your entire body shook, your toes curled and your thighs tensed up.

His pace faltered as you clenched around him like a vice, he growled lowly but there was nothing you could do as you struggled to catch the breath each thrust knocked out of you. His claws dug into your hips again as he gave a few more ruts, you could feel it growing. König’s knot inflating as each thrust was punctuated with a growl before König spilled himself completely into you. His knot caught on you, refusing to allow him or you to move as he just kept going. He whined as some of it leaked out around him while you twitched, still trying to come down from the aftermath of the high. The bright full moon shined down between the leaves as he finally pulled out. His form didn’t change but he curled up around you, nuzzling into your neck. But you knew this wouldn’t last long, after all, the night was still young.

[sixleggedboar]

Ah shit König a monsterfucker!

Thats a cool comic tho, please do make more I speak for myself on this but that was interesting as fuck and would love to know more :)

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But keep in mind dear theblackwolfalpha, König’s a Monster himself it just has not come up yet. They’re both monsterfuckers :]

I honestly have no timeline or plan for these, so all you get is glimpses. This time from König’s pov (thats why the style shifted) and with one of my favourite enemies to lovers tropes.

[vampsquerade]

okay okay, asking for the monsterfuckers here >.>

can we please please PLEASE have some werewolf könig with a female reader that has to help him with his rut? some…some knotting would be cool too…

WEREWOLF KÖNIG???? MONSTERFUCKER???? HAVE I REACHED MY TARGET AUDIENCE WITH A POST OR WHAT HAHA AAAAA- ahem, but yes you may have some werewolf König

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Werewolf!König x Female!Reader: Controllable Urges

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, smut, mating seasons, monsterfucker reader, slight shifts, knotting, multiple positions, werewolf!AU, creampies, biting, scratching (fic under the cut)

Werewolves were something you’d always believed only existed in fairytales and made up stories about feral, nature connected men living in the forests. But after encountering your own boyfriend and finding out his true identity, you fully believe that they’re real. “K…König?” you ask softly when you knock on his door. There’s a soft growl followed by a whine, as if warning you to keep away. But knowing how stubborn you were, you weren’t gonna leave him alone or go away. “Are you okay..? Need me to come in there and comfort you..? Is the shift a bit painful this time around?” you ask from behind the door. “N-No…I don’t need help…do not come inside the room…please…” König growls. Just the way he sounds, all raspy and dangerous, it intrigues you more and more. You only become more worried, leaning against the door a bit more to hear what’s going on.

You can hear him panting heavily, like he’s out of breath after running around for so long. But it also sounds slightly…pained? There’s also the soft and faint sound of something squishing. “Are you…sure you don’t need any help?” I ask. “Stop asking me…hffh..~ s-stupid questions, Maus…it’s dangerous for you to c-come inside my room right now…” König growls softly. Scowling slightly, thinking he might be in some actual form of pain and doesn’t want to be treated and scolded by you, you decide to just open the door. And once you do, your eyes go wider than the moon when you see exactly what your boyfriend’s been doing this whole time. He’s in heat? Or is it a rut? You can’t really remember much about the proper terminology; all you knew was that he was in what would be considered his “mating season.”

But the sight…it’s one to truly see. König’s not completely in his other form; only his forearms and a bit of his back are covered in fur. His signature little wolf ears and tail are sticking out from his head and back, and his claws are sharp against the skin of his own thigh, piercing through and making him bleed as the other grips his throbbing cock. His eyes pierce right into yours as he scowls, growling lowly at you, “I…I thought I warned you…” he seethes. Your eyes soften a bit and you cautiously walk over to him, gently pushing him back into his bed. “What are you doing…?” König whispers breathlessly, letting his back fall onto the cool, silk sheets of his bed, making him wince softly. “Shh…I’m going to help you, okay…?” You whisper softly. Carefully, you then climb over him and sit in his lap. You can feel him burning through his dampened clothes from all the sweat and lean in, kissing him.

König’s eyes go wide and he’s doing all he can to make sure he doesn’t lose control when you sit in his lap and kiss him. He’s kissing you back gently, not trying to get too into it to where he ends up accidentally hurting you. Pulling away for just a moment, you stare at his piercing blue eyes. “I told you…I will help you whenever you need me to…” you say. Your tone is gentle and calm, sweet and kind, and it’s everything König needed right now. His eyes seem to water a little before he eventually speaks up, “I just don’t want to hurt you…I-I’m insatiable right now…” Your smile just seems to get a bit warmer when he says this, “Oh König, it’s okay—I told you I’ll help you whenever you need me to. Now tel me,” You begin, gently putting your hands into his hair and messing with his little ears and giving them gentle squeezes.

König instinctively leans into this, moaning softly when you start to scratch behind them. “Do you want me to help you through your mating season?” you ask firmly. He nods furiously, whimpering softly. “Take off all your clothes then. I promise I’ll take you as you are, but don’t be afraid to lose control—I understand and I trust you to not hurt me too badly,” you say, climbing off him to let him take off his clothes. Sitting back up on his knees, König snarls as he straight up just rips every piece of fabric on him off. You see little scars all over his body, presumably from him digging his claws into himself to keep his self-control. “You know, you could’ve told me you were a werewolf a long time ago—I would’ve been more than happy to help you out the way I am now,” you say.

König’s eyes then dart to yours and you could see that he’s already begun to break free from the chains of his self-resistance and self-control. His pupils are dilated, shoulders heaving up and down as he stares at you and breathes heavily. “Are you…really sure that…y-you’ll be okay with this? Because once I start…” he says in that same raspy voice, snarling softly, “I won’t be able to stop until I’m satisfied.” You feel your entire body fluster at this display he’s giving you. He looks so much hotter in this form, and you can’t help but wonder what it was like to fuck him this way. “I-I’m okay with this, promise…I want to help you however you need…” you say softly.

König nods and then begins to rip your clothes off, letting the shreds fall completely to the floor. “H-Hey!” you can’t help but exclaim, only to yelp slightly when he lifts you up and lays you down on your bed faster than you can even register. “I’ll buy you new clothes, now hush.” König says. He climbs over you as you lay there in your bed, and you can feel him slightly slap himself against your clit. Your eyes go even wider than before and you bite your lip. “You feel wet enough already…surely I won’t need to worry about teasing you,” he also sniffs the air, snarling softly. “Smell it too…I just want to get this all over and done with…” König groans.

And just as he says this, he lifts your legs up to your chest to put you into a mating press position. “K-König, wait!” you protest to no avail. There was no getting through to him now once he slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you whimper and moan from the stretch. König takes no time to start, gripping the backs of your knees so tightly his claws dig into you and he starts to thrust himself in and out of you. He’s much more forceful than he was every other time, driven by his primal instincts to breed you during his mating season. You can’t help but squeeze his cock tightly, as his tip practically kisses your cervix. It’s a bit painful, but you can’t help moaning over and over from how good the pain feels.

König’s larger stature still manages to tower over you even when he’s got you like this, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow. The man’s lost himself to the pleasure of you clenching tightly around him, the pleasure of getting to finally mate somebody. “Fuck, Maus…you were practically made for me…I’m going to fucking mate you and make you mine~” König growls, opening his eyes slightly as he then lets a groan rip from his throat. You can’t say anything at all, accepting your fate as his forevermore as he pounds into you. “Y-Yours…I’m all yours…~” you manage to say through your helpless, wanton moans. “That you are, Maus.” König growls.

“Du gehörst mir...du bist mein Kumpel... und ich werde dafür sorgen, dass die ganze Welt es weiß…” he whispers. Suddenly, König pulls out of you before flipping you onto your stomach, raising your hips so your ass is in the air. “This is much more fitting…” König snarls as he pushes back into you. Your hands grip the bed sheets tightly, moaning even louder as his unrelenting thrusts resume again. One of his clawed hands has moved down between your legs, rubbing at your sensitive clit to make you squeeze him tighter from the sensation. “König!~ T-Too much!~” you whimper loudly, turning your head slightly to look at him.

König says nothing, giving you a sharp-toothed grin and a cocky laugh as he continues. “This is nothing yet…you’ll be begging and crying for me to stop the further I go. Like I said,” he leans down to whisper in your ear as his fingers rub deeper and harsher circles against your clit, “I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. Pass out, become completely incoherent—I’m not stopping any time soon.” he snarls. Your hips jolt slightly, as the sensation of him rubbing circles against your clit and his forceful thrusting becomes all too much. Your eyes start to slightly roll back, drool dripping onto the mattress as your jaw hangs open to moan loudly. König’s pushing you further and further towards the edge.

Feeling proud of himself, he then pulls back slightly and sinks his sharp canines into the nape of your neck right as he pushes back into you and finally finishes off inside of you. All of this has become far too overwhelming and you can’t help but finally have the most intense climax of your life; and many more were to follow after this. Your entire body’s quivering as he keeps you in place like this, hearing him growling from the satisfaction of being able to do this. König continues to thrust harder, until you feel something else press into you. Completely sheathed inside you, his knot keeps him in place as he finally reaches his own climax.

A loud snarl followed by a howl resounds in the room, his hips still slightly grinding into you until he stops. You remain there on the bed, whimpering pathetically as the stars in your vision slowly dissipate. “Fuck…oh my god…wh-what is that..?” you ask softly, trying to wiggle yourself away onto to find yourself stuck in place. König leans back down and licks the blood seeping from his bite away, as if tenderly comforting you after. “Maus…I just knotted you…you’re mine forever now that I’ve left my mark on you…” he says softly, continuing to lick at your blood. “O-Oh…how long does it last…?” you ask again, curious as to how his werewolf anatomy works.

“Hm…I’m not too sure…I haven’t knotted anyone before…” König whispers. He then presses soft kisses into the sides of your neck, moving his hands from your hips and cunt to gently roam around you. “Guess we’ll just have to wait…” he whispers once more. “Fuck…and it’s just going to be this all night, isn’t it…?” you ask. König chuckles softly, sighing happily as he gives you a nod. His ears are flat against the top of his head, tail slightly wagging. “S-Sorry, but yes…” he apologizes. You just huff through your nose before laughing softly, “It’s okay…wow…so this is what it’s like to get fucked by a werewolf…” you say softly. König nods once more and continues to tell you sweet things in German, praising you and thanking you for doing this with him.

Oh yeah…it was definitely going to be a long night.

[harveywritings92]

{Monster au.} R/n, singing while washing the dishes: Oh, you never see a vampire with a full grown beard, But a vampire can't see his reflection! So a lack of facial hair is unbelievably weird, 'Cause you'd think shaving would be out of the question.

{König and Ghost stare at her in disbelief while Gaz and Soap laugh.}

Soap (is a Werewolf), notices the two vamps staring: What? she’s not wrong! 

Gaz (he’s half siren-half human): For all the time we’ve known you two, we have never seen either of you shave once! And yet, the brief glimpses of side-chin we’ve seen are always smoother than a baby’s arse!

König: Hey we shave. It’s uh...It’s a hassle, but we shave!

Ghost: You mean I shave. The only thing you got going for you is that tiny patch of peach-fuzz you so lovingly call chest hair.

König:....*flips Ghost off.* Fick dich (Fck you).

[dmitriene]

cw: dark content, slight bit of comfort, dub con, reader is slightly strange, werewolf könig, mentions of scratches and blood, pinv, forced breeding, creampie, degrading and pet names. pairing: werewolf könig x villager fem reader

thinking about werewolf!könig and naive villager!reader — you've been told to stay away, frightened whispers wafted through the village at night, endless conversations and warnings not to go deep into the woods, especially at night, because there's something that constantly leaves torned animal carcasses and deep scratches in its wake.

you've been told to run away if you see something, to escape, but you notice a hunched, tall figure in the darkness between the trunks, and you walk towards it with naive interest, reaching out with your hand into the impenetrable darkness, making something growl from there, a wild, hungry sound, as you whisper a soft — “hello?„

it had been a long time since könig had touched people, moreover, he had not spoken to any, he had been shunned and feared, and könig had hidden himself in reply, driven only by his own interests, but when a charming, innocent thing of its own accord came into his clutches, into his nocturnal abode, how could he refuse?

sweet smell, charming mewls and soft, jiggling flesh under his clawed, wide palms as his hairy, broad thighs are pounding into your backside, thick, meaty cock stretch your weeping, tight pussy to accommodate his fat cock with each harsh thrust that accompanied by loud, squelching sound and your weak moans, as his claws dig into the skin of your hips and thighs, leaving bloody, tingling scratches.

your white, cotton panties crumpled under your knees, adding dirt stains to the already slightly soaked fabric, the light, almost transparent fabric of your nightie are bunched over your hips, exposing your naked mound and plush ass to the cool breeze, as könig thrusts in you with fervor, hammering into your sloppy, leaking cunt as he snarls and growls things that your mushy brain can't proceed — “dummes, dummes breedable mädchen„

he will fuck you 'til your body falls to the muddy ground, staining the snow white fabric of your nightie that will soon be torn to shreds, while the beast, könig, abuses your dribbling pussy with harsh, deep thrusts that let the leaking, fat tip of his cock knock against your womb, thrusting mercilessly till he fills you to the brim with his spurting, potent thick cum, coating your insides and watching how it drips from your swollen folds down your scratched, wet from your slick, thighs.

könig fills you up until there dark spots in front of your eyes, and your wet, dribbling cunny pulsing rapidly against his thick cock with each slow, torturous drag, ripping out whimpering mewls out of your pretty mouth, and seeing how your clenching, breeded hole doesn't push his seed out, he stops, slipping out of you with loud, wet squelch, that makes you wiggle your hips.

— “such a good, braves mädchen„ he growls when you found yourself curled up in his wide arms, intuitively hiding in the warmth of the fur on his chest, pressing your naked, sore body against his much stronger, not at all taking in his words, and you don't have to, because now you will be with him forever, a pliant, adorable thing that would warm his den and give him cute little puppies.

and no one from the village would dare try to take you away from him, he'd make sure of it.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[frogchiro]

Rip Granny in that König werewolf AU. I desperately need more when you can Kin I’m begging 🙏🏻

RIP to Granny but someone had to take one for the team ;;

Werewolf/Big Bad Wolf! König who is absolutely insufferable. He needs to be around you at all times and not just bc he's needy or clingy, no, at least that's not all that's to it. He need to be close to you because in his mind everything around is either a danger to you or will try to steal you away from him (which tbh isn't far from the truth) and since he's your mate he needs to also be your protector.

He is constantly following you either in his full werewolf form or in the half-half form which is not less intimidating. König will always be rubbing up against you, licking you and scenting you so that you smell more like his musky, heavy scent than your own :(( Not to mention all the nudging and insistent pinching you with his teeth gently if he deems that you're not paying enough attention to him.

And Lord have mercy if you bend over to wash your clothes (which König insists you don't need anymore but you're still too shy so he allows them for now) in the stream near König's den because you will almost immediately feel the huge, warm and heavy body of the werewolf on your back, hood pulled off and see his nasty grin in the corner of your eye as you whine at him to just let you wash your clothes but he's so insistent :(( The ginger man will just chuckle at you and tell you that you're a tease, bending over like a needy bitch in heat, his bitch that he obviously needs to breed with his litter <33

[lycheedr3ams]

ℑ𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

werewolf!könig x fem!reader

Prologue | October 29th | October 30th

Summary: You're a bakery worker in the small, isolated town of Heiligenblut, Austria. könig is a hunter and lumberjack who stays to himself and always has an aura of mystery and darkness. and through a series of strange circumstances, you're the one to uncover his secret. (set in the modern-day) CW: like all of my fanfics reader is fem she/her, adult content, predator/prey dynamics, werewolf-fucking, mentions of animal carcasses and blood, a bit unsettling at times. (can't think of anything else atm, this might count as dark content? not sure) WC: 2.2k

LORE EXPLANATION, READ BEFORE PROCEEDING: i had to make up some of my own werewolf lore mixed with real world history, so plz bear with me: when a werewolf falls in love with someone, and that person also falls for them, the werewolf becomes spiritually tied to this person. when this spiritual connection is created, the werewolf's ties to the spiritual realms are interrupted. the werewolf must physically bond with the person whom the feelings are mutual with to restore the werewolf's connection to the other realms. Halloween is the day when that veil between our world and the spiritual one is thinned, allowing for connections to take place. this is why people always wore costumes: to scare off the ghosts that came onto our plane during this time. i can't say anything else without spoiling it, just know most of this is NOT from folklore, i just made up my own werewolf lore bc plot~

morning

your routine walk to work on this chilly and dewy morning was interrupted by a crowd of townspeople in the main square. people from all regions of town were there, but the ones who were talking the most fervently were the farmers. they were standing in the middle of the crowd, waving their hands and not looking very happy. you removed your earbuds as you approached the crowd.

"what's going on?" you asked the woman who used to be your elementary school teacher. she glanced at you for a moment before locking her eyes on the farmer.

"there's been no prey harvested at all for the festival. the hunter hasn't brought in anything, and the farmers haven't been able to catch anything either."

your lips parted slightly in shock, and you were about to ask more questions when another farmer started talking loudly, commanding everyone's attention. "everyone is going to have to give up one of their largest and two of their smallest livestock for the festival tomorrow!"

the townspeople around him shouted in protest, and among all the voices that could be heard, the most shouted message was that they couldn't rely on the hunter anymore.

your blood ran cold. was könig even safe? surely they wouldn't revolt against him for just one failed harvest season? but your thoughts were interrupted by farmers arguing and some people going home, not wanting to hear anymore of it. you watched everyone as if from afar, like you were dreaming, until you felt like you were being watched. it was the same feeling you felt the day before when könig had stared at you. you were snapped back to reality as you turned around and stared straight into the dark forest, but there was no one there.

...

mid-afternoon

almost no one had come into the bakery today, and it was already 3pm. but there was barely any movement of townspeople outside your window. normally, the day before the festival, everyone would be pitching in to help cook, set up tables, and decorate, but it was eerily still. a few people pattered here and there, carrying some vegetables and tablecloths, but it was nothing like how it usually is. the prey was supposed to be cooking by now. that's how it went, every year. that's how it was supposed to go. things never deviated here. they were never supposed to.

you paced around the bakery for almost your entire shift. all of the baking for the festival was pretty much done, and everyone had bought the things they needed. there was too much time for your mind to wander. and in the middle of your rumination, you remembered that könig had never come for the bread he meant to pick up yesterday. you decided to pack up some bread - an extra loaf too, when your boss wasn't looking - and set it underneath the counter, just waiting for when you expected him to walk through the door and look at you with those alluring, dark eyes of his that scared off everyone else.

...

early evening

but closing time came and went, and könig did not show. when your boss wasn't looking, you put cash in the register for the bread that was supposed to be könig's and shoved it into your backpack. you had made up your mind: one way or another, you were going to find könig, give him his bread, and find out what was going on with him.

you tried not to look overly determined as you walked around town trying to find his house. you knew he didn't live within town, since no one had ever seen him enter or leave a nearby building. you tried not to attract the attention of the now restless townspeople as you scoped the perimeter woods of town. but you saw nothing so far on your walk home, so you stopped to change into more outdoor-friendly clothes before slipping away when you were sure no one would notice.

you had no idea which direction of the forest to explore first, so you went towards the most secluded part there was. underneath the canopies of the large, old trees, the forest felt so much cooler than the clearing the town was in. you rubbed your arms as you walked, clearly looking lost. there were no paths to be seen - not even faint deer paths - to guide you. the forest looked completely untouched, but you kept moving forward, remembering what direction the sun was in to get you home.

you wandered around, looking for any signs of life, and almost gave up to go back home when you leaned against a tree trunk to rest and felt deep grooves within its bark. you lifted your hand from the bark and found three deep gashes in the bark, about 2 inches deep. the sharp, straight edges of the cuts suggested that it was a claw mark. but what kind of animal that large could be in the forest? you began to feel even more afraid than you already were. you turned around and almost started charging back home through the forest when you saw a faint cloud of fog just beyond a stream. you followed the fog, slipped over some mossy rocks while trying to cross the stream, and found an old, mossy cabin in the middle of the forest.

you stared at it for a moment, trying to see if anyone was inside without getting too close. but the windows were shut with curtains, and there were no signs of life aside from the fog resting just above the ground around it, likely from the fireplace inside. if it weren't for that fog, you would think the cabin to be abandoned.

you heard a stick crack far in the forest and nearly jumped out of your skin. when you turned to see what it was, you rather saw how dark it had gotten without you noticing. without many other options, you had to swallow your fear and knock on the cabin door.

you knocked a few times, and no answer. so you knocked again. and again. it was getting darker, and you were getting very nervous. you finally decided to try to speak through the door. "i'm not sure who lives here, but i'm lost and it's getting dark."

the door opened, and you were looking up at a very tired and angry-looking könig. you breathlessly gasped at his disheveled appearance. he was never fine-groomed to begin with, but this was dirty even for him. his hair wasn't half-way combed like usual, his bandana was slightly ripped and dirty, there was mud caked to portions of his forearms where his plaid shirt was ripped. könig looked at you with narrowed eyes for a moment before pulling you inside roughly by your arm. you nearly stumbled as he threw you inside, unaware of his own strength.

"what the hell are you doing here?" könig asked angrily. "the woods aren't safe at night! the hell were you thinking?" he nearly growled.

you tried not to shrink at his tone and the sheer power he always seemed to ooze. you cleared your throat. "you never came for the bread you wanted yesterday." you took your backpack off your shoulder and reached for the bread inside. you took the white paper bag and handed it to him nervously. the crinkling of the bag nearly echoed in the eerie silence of the cabin. könig stared at the bag, looked up at your eyes, and then back down at the bread.

"you came looking for me just to give me bread?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. you sighed.

"first, you're welcome," you got a little closer to him to try to give him the bread. he backed away enough for you to notice, but he took the bread when you tilted your head in confusion. "second, i just wanted to make sure everything was okay. the whole town is in a bit of a crisis about the halloween festival tomorrow, and it's unlike you to not have a harvest."

"did you tell anyone you were coming out here?" he asked quickly.

you shook your head. "no. i made sure no one saw me."

könig thought for a long moment as he held the bread bag, now dwarfed by his large hands. he turned and set the bag down on a table. he splayed his palms over the table and leaned down, his back to you. "you need to leave."

you stood still for a moment, not sure how to react to his demeanor. this whole experience - him living in this weird cabin deep in the forest, being all secretive - was unlike anything you had ever been through. you took a deep breath and managed to find your voice. "well, you're welcome for the bread. but i can't walk home alone at night in the woods."

könig cursed under his breath. he took a shaky breath in, still facing away from you. his voice sounded strained. "how did you find my cabin?"

"i just...walked. i got lost a bunch of times. but i saw some fog from this direction."

könig cursed under his breath again. he began to pace the cabin, his hiking boots making dull impact sounds as he tread the wooden floor. he muttered under his breath as he paced.

"könig?" you asked as you tried to lean within his line of sight. his eyes sharply looked down at you as you wrenched him from his thoughts. "please tell me what's going on. maybe i can help."

könig made a sound that was half-grunt half-scoff when his eyes met yours. "you cannot help. not in ways you want to."

"what?" you asked, confused. "i want to help you. just tell me how."

könig crossed his arms as he looked down at you, his feet in line with his shoulders, standing square and tall before you. your heart started racing, but whether out of nervousness or desire you couldn't tell. all you knew was that every nerve in your body was active when he looked down at you like that, making you feel so small - in the best way - beneath him.

"why did you come out here all the way just to give me bread?" könig asked with a flat voice and neutral expression. "it was completely unnecessary."

you inwardly winced, but you got used to his less than refined manner of speech long ago. this man was anything but subtle. "you're right. it was unnecessary. but i wanted to."

könig narrowed his eyes. "and why did you want to?"

you blushed and fell silent. was he seriously trying to make you confess right here, right now? you were so afraid of rejection, even though all the signs hinted that he liked you. but you couldn't talk yourself out of this one, so you took a deep breath and spoke quietly. "because I have feelings for you."

könig's eyes grew wide, and his previously squared shoulders drifted upwards as he tensed up. you rubbed your forearm while you looked away from him.

"listen, i know you probably don't feel the same way, and that's fine. but you've just been so secretive that i was worried about you, and i know you love your bread. and i don't know why no one in the town talks to you, because you're actually nice to be around. and..." you blushed when you saw his shocked expression. "and I should probably stop talking..." you sighed, feeling more embarrassed than you ever have. your cheeks heated up as you looked at anything but the looming giant before you.

"you are wrong," he said quietly after a long pause.

you looked up at him, your eyes widening with confusion. "what?"

könig took a deep breath and seemed to regain the confident pose that he had before, almost as if he had some renewed vigor. "i said, you are wrong."

"wrong about what?" you said, slightly panicked.

könig looked down at you with an unreadable expression. "your feelings for me... are returned."

you froze, your breath stopped for a moment. "you feel the same way?" your heart hammered. this whole experience had been so equally ethereal and eerie that you weren't sure if you were hearing things at this point.

könig slowly closed the distance between you two, his arms returning to his sides. you looked up at him, feeling a bit jumpy; he had been so unpredictable this whole night. he placed his large hands on your shoulders, engulfing each one, and gently pressed his fingers into you. his attempt at holding you close, maybe? but his arms seemed to tremble, and his breathing was shaky and loud, almost like he was a crazed man. you leaned away a little, but könig brought his masked mouth to your hear.

"please," he whispered desperately into your ear, his voice slightly cracking. his entire body trembled before you. "please help me."

i wanted to get this all out before halloween, but i've had a ridiculous amount of schoolwork. the last part will be coming out this weekend, and it will be the long-awaited smut chapter! i hope you guys are enjoying. i love werewolf!könig.

some people expressed interest in a taglist. i tried to find their usernames, but i get so many notifications that it got lost. i'm sorry!!! i'm going to figure out how i can get a signup sheet for a taglist for my whole blog here soon

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Werewolf König who is this big scary monster out of someone's nightmares, huge at almost 8ft, teeth like knives, can tear through flesh luke butter but barks and puffs up at the sight of his own reflection or a butterfly too close to him, nudges against you and hides his snout under your shirt or skirt bc the big baby is scared and needs his mate to make it go away😭💕

Stop this is so cute!!

Telling him that it's just his own reflection isn't going to do shit, he tries to defend you from this big monster but gets too rattled and runs into your skirts. (Luckily he might get preoccupied with your scent under there esp if you're ovulating...)

Also can't stand it if you're in a room where he has no access, he has to be in the same space where you are, just to keep you safe. It's not like he's co-dependent or anything like that, no no no no he's a big boy, he just needs to protect his mate from potential harm!

[sprout-fics]

(I have to bc of the ovulation joke) a drabble for Red being preggy with a werewolf baby?

Of course! Please have some very tender pregnancy fluff (ft. Laswell)

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“Ah-ah, no.”

König flinches away from the wooden spoon that raps his knuckles in a swift swat, drawing his hand back with mild offense to cradle it. Laswell levies a stern stare at him despite his woeful eyes, and you hide a snicker behind your palm at her reprimanding gaze. 

“These are for your wife.” She reminds him, gesturing with said spoon. “Are you begged me to make them for her. Shame on you.”

König splutters at that, trying to find a reason to touch the still cooling sweets atop Laswell’s fireplace. He comes up empty handed instead, offers a small apology of “Entschuldigung.” instead.

Laswell looks unimpressed. “You can have one after your wife has.”

“Mate.” He grumbles in correction, and ducks his head as her eyes narrow. 

You watch the scene from your chair, where a thick blanket is draped across your form and your growing belly. A hand smooths over it, feeling for a kick that is a sure sign of the life growing inside you.

It had been an easy decision to come to Laswell’s following the beginnings of your pregnancy. It had been smooth at the beginning, small bouts of morning sickness, a voracious hunger that spoke of a need to eat for two, but otherwise it had been fine. 

If anything, it had spawned a strange new instinct in König- the desire to provide, to prove himself worthy of fatherhood. More than once he had been gone for days at a time to bring back something worthy of your approval in the form of game, goods from a nearby village stolen under the cover of night, beautiful flowers plucked from the mountainside. Each time he’d push his snout into your hands, request your approval, a reminder that he had proven himself to you.

König has been nothing but supportive throughout. Dropping what he was doing to massage the ache in your back, rub at your swelling feet, hold you through random bouts of hormonal tears. Even when you had once snapped at him, he’d merely taken you into his arms and offered a soft apology that forced your annoyance to quickly fade to regret. 

He’d become increasingly clingy as well, insisting on you sleeping with your back to his front, holding you as you busied your hands, pressing soft kisses into your shoulders as his hands roamed across your stomach. 

“My mate.” He crooned, oddly pleased with himself, hand flat against your belly. “Our pup.”

Yet as the weeks progressed, it became increasingly clear you and König could not handle your pregnancy alone. The symptoms of your pregnancy had worsened, and you had confessed to him your fear of trying to endure childbirth without guidance. Reluctant though you were to leave the den you called home, it had become increasingly necessary to seek out aid. Laswell had been the natural solution, and for several months you’d both stayed in her cottage so she could assist with the progression of your pregnancy.

Of course, it had also taken time for her to become adjusted to the once monster that had terrorized your village. It required many assurances on your part, and a fair amount of appeasement on König's part as well. He’d committed himself to the chores she set out for him, busied himself with chopping wood, hunting, tending her animals, and even repairing the stables kept for her visiting friends. Eventually she had eased to the presence of the werewolf, but still retained a certain air of predominance over her home.

Such as right now.

You watch as König rubs his neck sheepishly, and turns away from the plate of sweets to come kneel by your feet, resting his cheek on your stomach with a sigh.

“Madame Laswell is cruel.” He laments, and you chuckle, pet at his hair until he hums a low note of pleasure.

“I tried to warn you.” You remind him, and he huffs, shuffles so he’s further pressed to your lap. “She’s just protective.”

König makes a small noise of agreement, craning his head to prop it up and look at you with dopey, warm eyes. 

“My beautiful mate.” He coos as you stroke his face. “So warm and happy and taken care of.”

“Thanks to you, beloved.” You remind him, and his smile spreads happily across his face, eyes alighting with pride.

“Our pup will be here soon.” He comments with a contented little sigh. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“I know, darling.” You return softly, glancing up at the other side of the cabin to see Laswell regarding you both warmly out of the corner of her eye.

König rests there at your feet, perfectly happy to rest his head in your lap with tender affection. A love so fierce it cracks at your ribs fills you, and your face falls open with tender bliss at the touch and adoration of the man you have chosen, who continues to prove himself to you with each passing day, who will soon become the father of your child.

The air is knocked from you, however, when suddenly the life inside you suddenly shifts with vibrant attention. König's head shoots up immediately as the kick grazes his cheek, and his eyes dart from your own surprised gaze to your belly and back again. As if to prove a point, the little one inside you kicks again, and you make a little noise of discomfort.

“Hush, little one.” König soothes with a wry little smile, smoothing his hand over your belly. “Let your mother rest.”

You chuckle, and gaze longingly at the cooling sweets atop the fireplace. “I think perhaps our pup is hungry.” You provide in a thinly veiled excuse, and König returns your smile. 

When you both look over at Laswell, she fails to look unimpressed, and hides it behind a roll of her eyes. 

“Fine.” She declares. “But. Ladies first.”

“She hates me.” König murmurs in feigned oppression, and when you laugh the child inside you kicks again.

[konigsblog]

werewolf! könig and mating season😳🪭

tw: hybrid fucking

mauschen, werewolf könig will not leave you able to walk after he's finished with his rut... :(

you're a fucktoy for him. getting used and fucked into for hours on end. his brutal pace leaving your holes gaping and raw with strings of his thick, potent oozing out your slicken pussy. the textures of his fluffy, yet sweaty pubes rubbing against all your sensitive areas driving you utterly insane.

he adores putting you into a mating press. thighs against your chest as he ploughs and thrusts into you. instead of him being in the cage, you have your bare back against his dog blankets, half of your body in his cage as he uses and abuses your holes! :3

“es tut mir leid, kleine maus! du nimmst es einfach so gut, wie ein braves, dummes mädchen ...” he mutters through his breathy grunts and guttural groans, tail wagging as he fucks his seed deeper into you.

*“i'm sorry, little mouse! you just take it so well, like a good, stupid girl...”