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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.

Was reading some Omegaverse works today and I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.

But it lead to another thought to what is Konig was a wolf or dog hybrid and had his sweet little bunny pet and got to knot them, filling them, claiming them.

I HAD A THOT LIKE THIS BEFORE OMG ILY !! it was after i found out that tomcats have toothed cocks so that it hurts when the female cats try to get free. it kinda latches to their cervixes until they’re impregnated. i think. i’m pretty sure. i’m not a cat. i wish i was. i mean, imagine your mate having a toothed cock. aren’t cats’ tongues toothed too? OMG IMAGINE KÖNIG EATING YOUR PUSSY WITH HIS TOOTHED TONGUE. actually ouch never mind. anyway.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON-CON, hybrid!könig, knotting, bloating, public, interspecies (?), rough sex.

my hybrid!könig is like super hybrid. he’s got a knot but is also notched too. i’m filthy sorry 😖

you sniffle and whimper, scraping at the forest floor whilst the serrated prongs of his prick embed into the walls of your cunt — severing if you squirm and wiggle too much. he’s panting above you, claws slicing into the softness of your narrow hips. it’s not like he has to hold you in place; his fanged cock and its convexed head already keeps you skewered in place so he can focus on filling you with his pups :3

you’re crying. blubbering, even. garbling on agonised moans. his cock is knotted, the bulbous head locking into your tight canal so he can pump you full. and you can’t ignore that the way he’s stretched you wide open feels good — splitting you in half on his meaty girth. it’s the way it splinters your insides that makes you wish he’ll let you go, something you’ve pleaded for since he first wrestled you to the ground and stabbed you full.

he growls behind you, nails drawing blood from your flesh when his raw seed pumps into your uterus. he should release you now. groom you with his tongue until you’re clean of his semen and no longer bleeding from your hole. but he doesn’t.

he keeps rutting against your rear, no doubt slicing your poor cunny to shreds whilst his knot hammers into your gummy spot. you’re choking on staggered breaths — laboured from how winded you feel. he’s ramming into you, plunging his potent cum deep into your womb where he’s already bred you.

your stomach starts to swell, your cunt leaking around his dick from being so flooded with his product. you can’t possibly consume much more of him, but his heavy balls still spew their load within you — cock still fastened to the clamp of your cunt :((

Was reading some Omegaverse works today and I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.

But it lead to another thought to what is Konig was a wolf or dog hybrid and had his sweet little bunny pet and got to knot them, filling them, claiming them.

I HAD A THOT LIKE THIS BEFORE OMG ILY !! it was after i found out that tomcats have toothed cocks so that it hurts when the female cats try to get free. it kinda latches to their cervixes until they’re impregnated. i think. i’m pretty sure. i’m not a cat. i wish i was. i mean, imagine your mate having a toothed cock. aren’t cats’ tongues toothed too? OMG IMAGINE KÖNIG EATING YOUR PUSSY WITH HIS TOOTHED TONGUE. actually ouch never mind. anyway.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON-CON, hybrid!könig, knotting, bloating, public, interspecies (?), rough sex.

my hybrid!könig is like super hybrid. he’s got a knot but is also notched too. i’m filthy sorry 😖

you sniffle and whimper, scraping at the forest floor whilst the serrated prongs of his prick embed into the walls of your cunt — severing if you squirm and wiggle too much. he’s panting above you, claws slicing into the softness of your narrow hips. it’s not like he has to hold you in place; his fanged cock and its convexed head already keeps you skewered in place so he can focus on filling you with his pups :3

you’re crying. blubbering, even. garbling on agonised moans. his cock is knotted, the bulbous head locking into your tight canal so he can pump you full. and you can’t ignore that the way he’s stretched you wide open feels good — splitting you in half on his meaty girth. it’s the way it splinters your insides that makes you wish he’ll let you go, something you’ve pleaded for since he first wrestled you to the ground and stabbed you full.

he growls behind you, nails drawing blood from your flesh when his raw seed pumps into your uterus. he should release you now. groom you with his tongue until you’re clean of his semen and no longer bleeding from your hole. but he doesn’t.

he keeps rutting against your rear, no doubt slicing your poor cunny to shreds whilst his knot hammers into your gummy spot. you’re choking on staggered breaths — laboured from how winded you feel. he’s ramming into you, plunging his potent cum deep into your womb where he’s already bred you.

your stomach starts to swell, your cunt leaking around his dick from being so flooded with his product. you can’t possibly consume much more of him, but his heavy balls still spew their load within you — cock still fastened to the clamp of your cunt :((

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.