Warning P Link!!! But Fucking Imagine Konig In Any Context Pounding Into You Like This

warning p link!!! but fucking imagine konig in any context pounding into you like this 😭😭😭😭

https://x.com/sexualloverz/status/1777793358448001119?s=46&t=43jPD71yLlU5E2GePZKaTw

this 100% step!brother könig 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

YESSSSAS SWEETIE YOU ATEEEE

hi i’ve been reading your stoner!könig series and *chefs kiss* 🤌. it’s amazing

what if: reader smokes because they have IED (anger management disorder) and her and she is ashamed of it so hides it from könig (not knowing he smokes too). König catches her and they talk ending in some smut 😉😏😏

RAAH THANK YOU ILY 🤧🌷 you sent me this ages ago im so sorry :(( i don’t know much about ied (i did some brief research) so i played it safe and went with rough and angry (and stoned) hate-fucking 🤭

MDNI. cannabis, choking, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of anal sex, implications of vaginal tearing, abuse of power.

you’d blown up mid-debrief; spewing threats and assaulting furniture. your colonel wondered if you weren’t impressed with his plan but after asking around, he later learned that you suffer from explosive rage and a complete lack of control over it. mostly because you can’t exactly help it. your squad mates informed him it wasn't personal and that you just can't help it if the most insignificant or irrelevant factor triggers your turmoil.

he was then told by a certain closer comrade of yours that you self-medicate. during particular infuriated episodes you’ll take to your quarters where you lay low until you’re needed; a fat blunt of hand-rolled ‘medicinal herbs’ between your fingers. könig couldn’t believe it; he does the very same.

and when you answered your door with a face like thunder, a half-smoked blunt jutting from the crack of two bruised knuckles, you were greeted by the 6’10” hooded austrian — his own eyes reddened with the affects off pot.

he walked you backwards, kicking your door shut.

“please, come on in.” you’d quipped, sharp and snappy.

“‘please come on in, sir.’” he’d corrected you, large hand forcing you to look at him by the death grip on your messy hair. then you noticed his eyes — a mirror image of yours. he was completely out of it.

now he’s got you pinned to the headboard by your throat, the only thing stopping you from feeling like you’re hanging to your death being the support of his fat cock as it props you up; fucking you in short and shallow thrusts.

in his other hand sits a blunt, the second of the night. he’d smoked the first one with a perfect view of your arse, his girthy prick stuffing it full. but now he’s got the dazzling sight of your face — tears streaming from your bloodshot eyes as you garble and choke on struggled moans, forcing them through the weight around your throat.

call it fucking some work ethic and etiquette into you, or fucking the anger out of you. to be honest he’s been waiting for an excuse to have you like this, better yet with the two of you so far gone that you’ve both lost count of how many times you’ve creamed on, in or around each other; you’re both just lathered in hot milky cum.

you’ve still not apologised for your behaviour, granted you’ve quite literally lost the power of speech as his prick nudges your cervix with every grind of his hips against yours. smoke pours from his flared nostrils, drifting towards your gaping mouth. you pathetically inhale the fumes with the little strength your lungs have, feet cramping with the curl of your toes.

you’re dizzy, cunt clamping around him when he loosens his grip around your neck, causing you to sink further toward the base of dick until your arse is almost flush with his thighs. the stretch of your cunny is painful, and thanks to the width of him it feels like you might as well be losing your virginity all over again. the man is feral; ripping you apart.

everything will hurt tomorrow. you might not be able to work; maybe that was the point :((

PART 2 PLEASSEEEE IM KNAWING AND MY DRY WALL

Loser! König fucking your panties

Poor baby he’s so needy and desperate half the time

Hes so touch starved ong :((

Gets hard even if your hand brushes his

But he's so gentle with you

But sometimes he can't control himself

How could he with a pretty lil thing like you

Who would’ve thought though

That the big mean and brutish soldier is humping his dick into your dirty panties that he stole from the hamper to get himself off

Nasty, nasty pervert

so nasty that he doesn't stop fucking it even when you enter the room

Instead the shameless brute locks his eyes with yours as he fucks his angry red cock into your panties

But you're not any less are you?

Locking eyes while you’re rubbing your thighs

Looking up at him like a needy lil pup wanting a treat for being a good girl

His raspy voice groans lustfully

“C’mere Schatz, look at what you did”

“Be a good little girl and fix it f’me yea”

A smirk plasters his face as

You move closer towards him

Slowly,

Like a predator carefully approaching its prey

Your soft hands grip onto könig's cock, stroking it languidly

Stroking his cock into the soft material of your panty

How disgusting

But looking at him being such a mess

Was heaven

"Kö daddy you wanna cum?"

"Y-yes schatz, fuck please"

Dirty bastard fucking your panty like it's your cunt,

Dirty fucking bastard cumming into those panties

And you dirty little slut wearing those cum soaked panties for the remaining day

How would Loser!Konig react to finding a reader who is actually into the stuff he is. Like she gets over the kidnapping part because hey this dude is feeding every hyperfixation she has and it's awesome. Like gun talk gets her so interested, etc

Perfect wife alert!! Konig couldn't believe you were this cool at first...he never believed that he would meet anyone who shared similar interests with him - but here you are, his kidnapped beauty, sitting in the dusty basement and gushing about guns and anime and what is the best way to kill a dude with your bare hands...you may lack experience in a lot of hands-on stuff, but you definitely had too much of unrestricted internet access when you were a kid - because Konig fucking adores the way you are taking a genuine interest in his hobbies. You're literally into the kidnapping part because you like talking to him!! No one ever likes to talk to him except for his therapist because he is, quote, a "very interesting and very broken man," whatever this might mean. You are asking him questions about guns and you really enjoy listening to him...it might be the first time he ever got to talk to a girl about this stuff, so forgive him if he is a little too excited...he knows it might come off as kinda bashful, but he honestly wants to hear your opinion! After a few hours of a lecture, that is, and you would be reprimanded if you're asking of too much, by the way... But, all of those fancy and interesting talks kinda makes him horny afterward...so be ready to get thrown to your back as he pounds into your pussy and whispers even more about the recent mission he had. He bashed a guy's skull until it caved in with only the handle of his gun - and god, Konig can swear that your pussy got tighter when he mentioned that. You're a kinky and dirty little thing, so he wants to push you even further, get your boundaries across, and crush them until there is nothing left. In all seriousness, he really adores you - you literally his soulmate and he won't accept anyone but you now! Just...please, don't try to run away.

you and soap kissing around ghost's tip, spit slicking both your lips and chins as you make out desperately while ghost is staring down at you both, all flushed and softly panting, pupils blown wide as he watches you both and rolls his hips at the feeling of your tongues as you kiss before he finally has enough, grabbing both your heads and pushing you together so both of your lips are flush with his cock, tongues pressed against each other as you and soap stare into each others eyes and ghost thrusts his fat cock between you two, groaning about how good you both are for him, how it feels so good, such good toys for him to play with before he pulls away slightly so he can cum over both your faces

I AM GOING FERAL FOR BOXER!KÖNIG.

Boxer König before a match pls pls pls I need him so bad (ignore if you want lmao, I’m going crazy without him)

“ignore if you want to” SHUT UPPPP IM DOING ITTT

elevated sex? standing sex? i dunno what you fuckin call it man. creampie, you get caught. MDNI 18+

“is this— mmf! a good idea?” you moan out, breathless. he’s got you pressed against a locker, legs locked around his hips whilst his large hands hold you up by the underside of your arse.

“why would it not be?” he grunts, hips slamming your body against the cold metal behind you. you whimper, nails scraping down the sweaty bulges of his biceps. “your fight— hmmf~ starts soon. . .” your words are laboured. stammered and choked — toes curling and face contorting.

he thrusts particularly roughly into you then, punctuating the notion that he doesn’t care. “i know.” you mewl at that, fingers cutting into his slick skin. his cockhead — spewing and swollen — bullies itself against your cervix, pre-cum spitting into the narrow crevice. he starts to lift you from his cock, only to lower you back onto it.

your head thuds back, lips parted and eyes droopy. “you’re gonna wear yourself out.” you joke, gasped. he doesn’t take kindly to it, fucking you down on his prick with hard features and occasional groans.

he’s not struggling. his measured breathing, usual rbf and muscles rippling but otherwise unstrained, lead you to wonder if he’s getting anything out of this at all. but you’re close, a familiar heat churning in the pit of your stomach whilst your cunt clings to his prick like a suction cup.

he twitches inside of you, thick fingers biting into the curve of your arse as his pecs and abs flex. he ups his pace, rutting at a harsher force and rhythm. the locker starts to creak behind you as it starts to lift from the ground, and you want to warn könig but you can’t get your fucking words out — too drunk on the way he drills in and out of you. it’s a tight fit; the stretch so vast that your hole looks like a screaming mouth where juices spill from the cracks around him.

not that he leaves much room for anything to go to waste. you’re plugged full, and your pussy starts to squelch around him as you grow wetter by the second.

the locker wobbles and you garble when you cream around his delving cock, globules of your thick cum splattering onto the tiled floor — his dick pumping it out of you, the pure volume of it having nowhere else to go but pour around him.

he’s not far behind you, spinning milky webs straight into your womb just as the locker gives out — crashing to the floor. it’s loud. deafening, even. and you squeal not just from the commotion, but the way he’s still moving — fucking every last drop from his heavy balls into you.

the door to his changing room opens and you gasp, hiding your face in his neck. “könig-!”

he slows his tempo, now lazily stroking himself between your spasming walls. deliberate and gradual. “you okay, champ—? Shit.” his coach stops dead, gawking for a second at the sight of his best fighter standing stark-naked with a humiliated you speared atop his cock. he clears his throat. “uh, sorry. five minutes, okay?”

“ten.” könig shamelessly corrects the man, glaring right at him.