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Feeding birds at the local park is a good compromise between Kyle loving the outdoors and Konig not liking very social activities!

I leave the second date up to you (but I do accept suggestions)

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w: teeny bit of manipulation and kidnapping, pussy mention

after being rejected all his life and then, by you, he’s given up being the nice guys. everyone knows the saying, nice guys finish last. but not him, he doesn’t want to finish last at all.

König kidnapped you. after the rejection, he didn’t want you going to anybody else. there was a reason why he tried asking you out in the first place.

but now he’s eating you out.

frantically apologising under his breath but no real sincerity under it just made it all the more confusing, “I’m sorry angel… sorry… but you taste so good,”

königs cock was hard under his track pants, somehow apologising for eating you out after kidnapping you for himself, turned him on to the max.

his tongue swirled around your cunt, his eyes wild with a hunger that went beyond simple attraction. he feasted on your dripping pussy like it was his last meal, sucking and lapping up at your juices, "see, angel? this is what you've been missing out on. this is what you gave up when you said no."

his voice was a low murmur, the kind you'd expect from a lover, not a kidnapper. a mere ‘please’ was all you could murmur out beyond the poorly tied gag on your mouth.

“please? did you say please? are you begging? please say you’re begging… yes…” könig parroted after hearing your whimper. “are you begging for me?”

his eyes were dilated, looking up at you. obsessively.

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As a middle aged austrian/german dude König definitely owns a pair of tan cargo shorts, at least one Deuter Backpack and either Brikenstock slippers or Adiletten (Adidas slippers) which look like they have seen more wars than he has. But boy can he work a barbecue in every weather condition. (We have a thing called "angrillen" start of barbeque season and "abgrillen" end of season which some people do on the 31st of December and then the 1st of January)

Anon,, is this the vision

Edit: omg i forgot to make my psa. German/austrian speakers, etc, don't be afraid to flood my asks with stuff from your culture! There's nothing like learning about the country from the people ❤️ (+ plus new art ideas for konig))

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yall have no idea what i just saw omg

like are you insane this is so cool omg??? i love this what the hell (anyone know korean???)

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looking at my gallery rn and realising that I like drawing shower/steam/condensation wayyyy too much

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Hug and be eaten 💕

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yee

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Okay, finally, I did it! (I'll never colour like this again lol, this took so long)

The idea I had was that König's face reveal probably wouldn't be nice or elegant.... I'm imagining the way Horangi ends up seeing his face is cause the bloke doesn't want to drown himself with a sopping hood

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Black Knights. Ink on paper.

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When König is home he definitely drives a big black pickup truck, like one of those barely off from looking like an asshole, and he has to have it for the leg room. He likes it’s perks though, he enjoys your stifled gasp every time he goes to pick you up and put you in the truck if you can’t reach very well on your own.

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simon’s hands are always on you lately—big, rough palms cupping your swollen tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you’re squirming. he can’t help himself. you’re round with his kid, fucking glowing and he’s obsessed.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he growls, squeezing the heavy weight of your breasts in his hands. “look at you. made for me, yeah? ”

you whine, arching into his touch. “that’s it, love. let me have ‘em. wanna suck ‘em dry ‘fore the baby even gets a chance.”

his mouth is hot and wet when he finally pulls your top down, tongue swirling around your nipple before he sucks hard. you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as he groans against your skin.

“taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, switching to the other side, biting just enough to make you jerk. “gonna milk these pretty tits while i fuck you full again. wanna see ‘em leak when you come on my cock.”

you’re dripping already, thighs pressing together and simon notices—of course he does. his hand slides down your belly, fingers slipping under your waistband. “fuck, soaked for me. that’s my girl.”

he doesn’t make you wait. not when you’re like this. swollen with his child and tits heavy in his hands. he fucks you slow and deep, murmuring filth against your skin the whole time.

“gonna breed you again soon as this one’s out,” he promises, hips grinding into you. “keep you round and fuckin’ perfect forever.”

and when you come, shaking around him, he licks the milk from your tits and swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter.

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the baby is a mess.

a glorious, strawberry-stained, unapologetically chaotic mess.

chubby fists full of crushed fruit, cheeks stained red like a tiny dionysus on a sugar high. the kid is perched in the front of a shopping trolley, squealing with unfiltered joy as she squishes another berry against her lips and then—perhaps in a fit of generosity—smears it into her father's shirt. you coo.

coo, like something soft and maternal has cracked open inside you, and simon watches it happen in real time—watches you light up like you’ve just witnessed the first sunrise in human history. “oh my god,” you whisper, slowing your pace beside him. “look at her. look at her face.”

simon is already looking.

he can’t not look.

that baby is a walking portrait of everything he doesn’t have and everything he’s been trying not to want.

the pink sneakers with velcro straps. the milk-drunk eyes. the chubby elbow rolls. the cartoon rabbit on her bib, now stained a bloody red from berry carnage. she's a masterpiece of mess and joy, and simon’s knees suddenly feel like they've gone soft.

he’s staring. hard.

“si,” you tease, nudging him. “don’t gawk.”

“'m not gawkin',” he lies, mouth dry. “just… watchin’. 'lil gremlin’s got a good arm.”

as if to prove point, the baby flings half a strawberry across the market lane with frightening accuracy. it lands near the produce stall. she shrieks with delight.

you laugh. and something in simon cracks.

he can see it, clear as anything: your laugh at the kitchen table, a baby in your lap, sticky fingers tugging at your shirt, the sound of little feet slapping down the hall in the morning.

simon's not just looking at a baby.

he’s looking at a blueprint for the life he’s never let himself build.

and suddenly, he wants it so badly he could scream. “bloody hell,” he mutters, turning away like the sight physically pains him. “she’s killin’ me.”

you tilt your head. “what’s that, soldier?”

he looks at you with the wide, haunted eyes of a man on the edge. “i want one.”

you blink. “a strawberry?”

“no,” he rasps. “a baby.”

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Put him on his place

I forget to upload this one here lol

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Creepy motel owner!Konig x F!reader, where he watches you through a two-way mirror.

Travelling across the country was tiring, and you were beginning to fall asleep at the wheel, so, like the sensible person you were, you looked for the nearest motel and pulled into the parking lot.

You thought the guy working the front desk was a little creepy. He seemed to be panting just looking at you, his pupils dilating, taking in your soft, supple body, a little drool slipping from his lips as he gawked at you. Konig thought you were the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen and thanked God for this gift he had dropped him in the middle of nowhere.

Konig gave you the room closest to the supply closet, supposed to be quiet, he said… but there’s no one else here? Whatever. It was an okay room, clearly smokers liked it because the walls and ceiling were turned a light shade of orange, and the patterned bedspread told you this motel hadn’t been updated since the 90s.

The shower didn’t even have a curtain on it, just an open concept, but at least there was hot water. And the mirror was right across from you, so you could use it as a reference to scrub off the dirt on your skin from the afternoon hike. Konig liked the view too. Watching you through the two-way mirror, stroking his fat cock in sync with your hand gliding over your skin with a bar of soap. 

Konig huffs and leans against the wall in the darkness of the supply closet, whining pathetically as his hands furiously try to expel the heaviness in his engorged ballsack. It’s dark in the small closet, the only sounds in the air are the wet noises of Konig fisting his cock, his hand sticky and slick as he slides the precum drooling from the tip over the veiny shaft, giving the uncircumcised tip a harsh squeeze.

Lord, just give him a chance! Let him grab the fat of your hips and push his ugly, scarred mug between your soft tits, let him exist in a parallel universe where you call him into your room and let him lick your sweet cunt like the mutt he is, where he stretches you out of his cock that’s far too big for you. Lord, please! 

He didn’t even care anymore about being loud, even when you turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself, which pushed up your tits even more; he could feel the familiar tightness growing in his balls, the lightheadedness and pulsating of his cock. His brain was a gooey mess, not able to form a coherent thought as his orgasm came hurtling at him.

When you accidentally dropped the towel and bent over to pick it up, that’s all it took to do him in. A view of your wet little hole has Konig moaning loudly, shooting hot, thick ropes of semen against the wall of the supply closet, the only thing that separates you, a mercy to you to not have his fertile load coating your skin.

He can feel his balls getting lighter as the gooey fluid is pumping out of him, emptying himself thoroughly, giving himself a few more strokes to extend the delicious heat of his desire, trying to imagine what it’d feel like to have your hole squeezing around him so good, to be filling you up with his cream.

Maybe the post-nut clarity will hit him later when he returns to grab something from the closet and sees the puddle on the floor, his cum dripping down from the wall, having to mop up his own shameful release. But for now, he’s content. He gets to watch you, his gorgeous girl, do the most mundane tasks in the world.

But the way you’re brushing your teeth does have his cock chubbing up again in his hand.

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w: idek, sex? yeah, sex.

hmmm könig acting like an excited but desperate puppy, asking you “does that feel good? do you like it? tell me, is that the spot, my hase?” constantly because he has slight doubt. except he underestimates his size and already, his seemingly ‘slow’ pace is drilling into you so you’re unable to answer him.

now you’re being fucked dumb and you haven’t said anything, by his own knowledge of sex, he simply assumes he’s not pounding you good enough. his ‘slow’ pace becomes almost impossible to take when his thrusts begin to speed up and fuck you deeper.

still, könig is asking if that feels any better but you’re face first burying into the pillow, biting the sheets, given up on asking so you just end up taking his fat cock til you both cum. (aka til you feel like you’ve met death)

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reblog to give writers the power to write 10k words of porn without plot

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It’s inevitable Ghosts ‘hands-on instruction’ ends this way ;)))