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My love if your asks are still open, can you maybe write something when König finds out reader is pregnant? Any changes, does he go more crazy for them?

Plus if he somehow knocked her up the poor girl up with multiples? Man would be ecstatic….

omg I LOVE SEEING YOU IN MY ASKS 😫😫 (i had to scroll down to my february reqs to find you :3) 🤧💌

MDNI. pregnancy sex 🍼, multiple positions, creampie!

he’d walked in on you vomiting your guts up one morning, rushing to hold back your hair as you emptied your insides into the toilet. “my liebe? are you sick?” he was worried, naturally. blue eyes wide and unsettled. “not exactly.” you’d smiled shyly, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. the bitter, acidic aftertaste was vile — but your husband’s large hand cradling your head helped to alleviate it.

once you’d divulged your pregnancy to him, having to fish the test from the bin when he didn’t quite believe you, you soon found yourself with your hands gripping onto the sink — one bent leg pinned to the bathroom counter as he fucked into you from behind. “finally.” he grunted into your ear.

the rest of the day played out like that: your pussy stuffed full of his meaty cock as pints of cum poured into your fertilised uterus with every round of feral sex. he was more gentle than usual, his hips rolling and grinding rather than rutting and slamming. his cockhead would occasionally graze your cervix like a kiss, instead of hammering against it like a battering ram.

you’d reminded him that your child was the size of a bean at this point, but he didn’t care. your cunt still clung salaciously to his prick all the same, despite his kinder rhythm. either way, you were still able to cream around him without fail; and your womb was overflowing with his generous spews of potent semen — thick spunk weeping out of your jammed hole around the girth of his cock.

at your first scan and intimate check (where the poor nurse was forced to witness the way könig’s cum was leaking from your raw and reddened entrance) it was revealed that triplets were on the way! not surprising, your husband always bore a heavy load (within you), and sex always lasted more than a few rounds each session.

but you didn’t even make it home to celebrate the revelation! you were promptly bundled into his lap where you later bounced several orgasms out of his dick. the car seats were so sticky :(

he fucked you through your entire pregnancy, not caring what weird and wonderful position he’d have to put you in thanks to your stomach’s growing size. as long as he could find a way to enter you somehow, he would.

now your triplets are happy and healthy, all three adorning könig’s blue eyes and auburn hair. in nine months time the pair of you are expecting to welcome another new arrival into the world, but könig is intent on ensuring he’s once again fucked multiple babies into your still-swollen tummy :3

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.

BOXER KÖNIG — the collection 🥊

the following content contains: blood, injury, a probably inaccurate portrayal of boxing culture, strong language and explicit smut. be sure to consider trigger warnings and proceed with discretion. your media consumption is your responsibility.

just thots !! 🥊

more thots 😖🥊

how boxer!könig met his wife, and how he treats her in bed :3 🥊

boxer!könig collapsing onto you since he’s so drained and exhausted :(( 🥊

taking care of him when he’s too tired to fuck you after a fight <3 🥊

you cheer him on whilst he defeats an old rival !! 🥊

he takes his anger out on you after losing to a rigged opponent :(( 🥊

getting brutally fucked on your kitchen table after taking such good care of him :33 🥊

könig packs on the pda with you for all to see <33 🥊

he fucks you until you squirt out of jealousy </3 🥊

könig and wwe!wrestler hate-fucking in his dressing room :3 🥊

könig agreeing to teach you how to box :3 🥊

boxer!könig as a girl dad <3 🥊

he gets caught fucking you before a fight !! 🥊

it’s official: boxer!könig is golden retriever coded :3 🥊

request more boxer!könig here.

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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 :((

König and reader stoned breeding!! But like (if you have the time ofc) sitting on his lap and sharing a blunt, while his hands slowly get more and more touchy all over your soft sensitive body! Or taking edibles beforehand and them hitting when he enters you!!

Accidentally he mentions breeding you and you lock your legs around him in instinct! Which only gets him going more!

(Am I 🍃 at the time of writing? Maybe)

EDDIES EDDIES ‼️ being 🍃 when writing is the only way !!

mdni. cannabis, edibles, high sex, raw sex, breeding.

you pass the joint to him, allowing him to finish the rest as you puff out a cloud of the herbal drug. your boyfriend chuckles, fingers that are so much longer and thicker grazing yours when he takes it, positioning it between a pair of slightly chapped lips. (parched from the acidic juices of your pussy where he’s spent most of the night thus far.)

“mein lieb, i think we have a problem.” he inhales from what remains of the roll-up, potent and dizzying. an intoxicating fog fills the room, a haze settling over the bed. you’ve been fucking and smoking all night — you’re both so drunk on sex and cannabis that you couldn’t walk in a straight line if you tried. you can’t walk anyway, he was a bit too rough :((

he taps the burnt-down butt into the ceramic ashtray that had once sat precariously on the bed — three used filters already in it, surrounded by ash. it’s already fallen off the bed thanks to the number y’all did on the bed frame, ash stains and a fourth stub on the floor beside it. “it’s chipped.” you pout, fingertip coasting over the crack in the ashtray. “i made this myself.” you wince when the sharp corner pierces your skin and könig chuckles, lifting it to his mouth to suck it clean. “i was wondering why it has a hand-drawn penis on it, schatz. it is not very big, nein?”

“i did it before i met you.” you chuckle, shuffling onto his lap between beefy, outstretched legs. you pull your slender digit from his mouth, before licking your tongue in its place, tasting the metallic tang of your blood on his. “i’ll make a new one and draw yours on it.” he laughs at that, deep and hearty. “the ashtray will have to be much bigger then, little liebling.” you nod in agreement, smirking against his lips.

you sit up on your knees, straddling his mighty thighs. “baby… i wanna try something. just say no if it’s too much.” his blue eyes narrow at you, fair-haired brows knitting together. “please, lieb. not a strap-on. i do the fucking.” you gasp at the crude assumption, slapping his chest playfully. “oh my god, no! i’m steering clear of your ass, mister.” he hmphs with relief. “gut. so what is it?”

you smile, teetering over to open the drawer of your bedside table. his hands glue themselves to your bent hips, covering the red handprints and fingertip-shaped bruises that already mark them. you swallow a moan when he starts to grind your sticky cunt over his semi, one of its veins massaging your sore clit. bastard hasn’t been flaccid since he first pinned you to the mattress however many hours ago.

when you lean back up, you’ve got two powdery small cubes in your palm — one pink and the other yellow. könig frowns, slowing his movements of manually rocking your hips against his length. “candy?” he presumes, voice unimpressed and dare you say disappointed. you’ve got a devilish look on your face, lips tugging upward as if by invisible string. “sorta.” you say, ghosting your tongue over his bottom lip — tracing the raised skin of a scar that stretches to his jaw. “they’re pebbibles!” your excitement confuses him and his eyes dip to the sweets in your hand.

he takes the yellow one, examining it between his thumb and forefinger. “these are not circular. pebbles are round.” you roll your eyes at his pedantic approach. “it’s a play on words.” your hand — so small in comparison — takes gentle hold of his wrist. your fingers are too short to wrap around it entirely. “they’re boiled gummies.” you tell him, eyes widening when he shrugs and pops it onto his tongue. you stop him, hooking your finger into his mouth like a mother fishing a plastic, choke-hazardous toy from her infant. “which contain canna-oil.”

he just stares at you dumbly, probably offended that you’d snatched the sweet from his watering mouth. you’re hungry too, these munchies are hitting pretty hard, but you need him to know what he’s getting into. he’s never consumed the drug like this before — only ever smoked it. you knew someone once who reacted badly to an edible. “like, cannabis oil, babe.” his eyes light up with understanding then, and he plucks the gummy back. “ah, i see. so why did you do that?”

“i need you to know the risks—” but he pops it into his mouth, chewing it just once before gulping it down. you sit there dumbfounded, mouth agape with your own edible still in the cup of your hand. könig smiles, dangerous. you know that look; you see it every time he fucks his cock into your tight hole. he takes it from your fingers and lifts his hand to place the crystallised cube on your tongue, then gently closes your limp jaw. “go on, my little sonnenschein. let’s have fun, ja?”

you huff out a giggle, surprised. you weren’t expecting him to be so into trying something new. it took you a while to convince him to try a blunt; you thought dust would collect on your shelves by the time you got him to test an eddy. “you’re so sexy.” you snort, chuckling away like a tipsy teenager. he grins lazily and lopsided, eyes half-shut and reddened. “on your back, bärchen.”

you roll off him, legs spreading instinctively so he can position himself between them. you’re so wet from his dick already, a little looser thanks to the impossible stretch of his width. immediately, his mouth is on yours, pulling your lips apart with his teeth before curling his tongue with yours. you can taste the fruitiness of the edibles when your saliva mixes, lips smacking and nipping in a slobbery clash of teeth and groans.

you feel his purplish cockhead pushing at your entrance and he doesn’t even have to try because with a small twitch of his hips, he’s halfway inside, sliding in with lewd ease. for once you’re thankful for his previous force, he’s opened your cunt up so well already, the dregs of your combined cum acting as lubricant. you garble around his tongue as it fucks your mouth, muffling your moans. your high intensifies significantly as soon as he’s balls-deep, the candies choosing the perfect time to manipulate the inebriated senses of your neural waves.

he doesn’t waste time, thrusting his mushroom-tip against the spongy entrance to your cervix without pulling out. your mouth falls open, gaping at the sensation of him fucking into you without retracting a single inch and you glance between your sweaty bodies, your vision slightly doubled as you watch the base of him hammer against your hole over and over. his slick bush of curls brushes against your swollen, exhausted clit every time and you swoon, head thudding against the pillows. “könig~! s’good, fuck-” you’re a mess, babbling like a teething baby whilst the mountainous man above you drills his cock into the silky roof of your cunt.

“Scheiße.” he croaks, overstimulated and strangely sensitive already. “those were not aphrodisiacs, nein? i cannot keep going much— much longer.” you shake your head, nails clawing at his back and toes curling as he continues to pump you full of his dick. “no, just— stronger than what you’re used to.. ah!” your legs lock around his middle, feet unable to touch behind the large stature of his back. könig starts to shake, hips stuttering and muscles spasming.

“mein gott.” he stutters, balls slapping against the underside of your arse cheeks and he feels an abnormal tingling in said region. he feels alien, almost. “lieb, you’ll have to… mmf- let go now.” he knows he can’t hold back, his cock screaming at him to release his hot cum into your eager uterus. you’re not ready for a family, not yet. but you cling tighter, fingers biting into his skin. “no, baby.” you whisper, broken and choked. “give me a baby. please, könig. y’know you wanna.”

oh god, he’s so close. eyes scrunched up and teeth gritted.

“feels so good, könig. please, please please.” you’re pleading with him and lord knows how much he loves it when you beg for it. he falters, hips snapping wildly into yours. your room is humid, thick with the smell of sex and skin-on-skin. he crumples on top of you, a heap of mass as he breeds you thoroughly. his cum is so warm as it shoots through your cervix, painting your insides and claiming you completely.

you can smell it drooling from you — sweet and rich. you’re still milking him, drenching his cock with your climax as he still rolls against you slowly and clumsily. your hands glide up to stroke his hair and the short ones that grow down his neck — damp and sparse. “jesus.” you breathe, chest heaving and legs trembling. his tired laughter rumbles, vibrating against you. “we mustn’t say a word, meine liebe.” he lifts his head to gaze down at you and you hold his face in your hands, looking up at him quizzically. “about what to who?”

“to our child about how they were conceived.”

ok hear me out...boxer!könig and wwe champ!reader

könig thinks the wwe is beyond stupid. it's fake, performative, and he could beat half of them in a singular punch. BUT wwe!reader comes to one of his matches, fresh out of her own. she sits in the front row with her sparkly makeup, colored hair, and skimpy outfit and könig can't help but show out just for her. and to his suprise she meets him outside his dressing room (after he won obviously) and she gives him a...reward for winning :3 also if you have anons i'd like to be 💌 anon <33

i love this idea, but i changed it slightly so reader was teaching him a lesson rather than rewarding him 🫨🫨 and yes of course !! 💌 :3

(reader is appearance neutral, header is for aesthetic 😖)

dom!reader, hate-fucking, mutual hateful pining, rough sex, cowgirl, degradation. MDNI 18+

könig didn’t notice you until a few rounds in. he’d just knocked his opponent to the canvas when he did, eyes landing on you. he’d seen you on tv, heard about you on the news, seen some of your interviews. you’re humble enough, and inarguably deserving of your triumphs. but, come on. wwe? it’s not real — just a bunch of show ponies and stuntmen throwing each other around. it’s all about the camera angles and over-eccentric dressage that makes it seem as dangerous as it does. put you in a ring with him? you’re mice meat.

he even watched one of your fights. granted he was mostly watching the way your hips and arse looked in those leather booty shorts and fishnet stockings, but it didn’t waver his opinion of the sport. it’s all an act for the audience. he’d sooner compare it to that of pageants and spectacles of the violent kind.

but fuck, you looked good.

black lipstick matched the swooping wings of your eyeliner and adhesive lashes, paired with a cooler shade of eyeshadow to harmonise the accessories and extensions in your styled hair. a smear of blood had rubbed from your nose to your chin, smudging some of the inky paint from your mouth. you must’ve come straight from your own contest. and you were sporting a provocative smirk, staring right at him.

and he went all out just for you, winning by ko not even halfway through the match. if you wanted to watch real fighting, he was gonna show you. the semi-stiffness of his cock the entire time was besides the point.

what he wasn’t expecting, was to open his dressing room door to your presence — sultry and seductive. nothing to do with the fact you were wearing next to nothing. you carried a strong essence; radiating your prestige like an odor.

“you call yourself ‘king’.” you’d remarked, pushing past him through the door. he was still in costume, wearing the hooded mask with cut-out eyes he always did to maintain anonymity and ambiguity. you always found it odd how he hated everything you stood for, but looked the part.

“you think you’re a champion.” he snapped back, glaring lasers into the back of your head.

“i am.” you retorted, mocking his manner as you wandered around the room, sniffing the numerous floral bouquets and inspecting his various trophies. of course he had a rocky poster on the wall. “within my own right.”

“you are not a real fighter.” he belittled, scowling as you invited yourself to look through his things. he was trying his best not to stare at your backside, or the way your cleavage spilled over your corset.

you snorted, liking how the thickening tension tipped the scales in your favour, given your reasoning for stopping by. “i’m not exactly a ballerina either, your majesty.”

“könig.” he corrected.

“exactly.”

then you found yourself pinned atop his dresser, nylon tights torn and leather shorts promptly ripped clean from your curves whilst he fucked you against the mirror. but it didn’t last long. just as he was about to bottom out, you’d wrestled free from his grip and tackled him to the floor — cock still wedged inside of you.

he grunted, not just from the unexpected switch, but the way your cunt swallowed him whole when you sank onto his cock. his hands instinctively flew to your hips, but you snatched them off, stapling them either side of his head. “könig: the masked fighter.” you sneered down at him, bouncing roughly up and down on his fat meat. “all those punches to the face finally took their toll?”

his eyes — the only part of him you could see — darkened at your hateful comment. “are you calling me ugly?” he growled through groans and raspy breaths. you smirked the same way you had back in the crowd, biting your bottom lip with the way your clit kept bumping his hairy base. “no, i’m implying it.”

his fingers tightened around yours, cock throbbing within your tight walls. you knew he could overpower you quite easily, he just didn’t want to. you felt too good. “i’ve always wanted to have you like this.” you confessed, riding him harder. “ever since you patronised me at that press conference.”

his eyes narrowed up at you, pupils dilating to the point that his irises drowned in them.

“but look at you now.” you chuckled, grimly.

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 :((

Loser-König who is obsessed with your breasts. 💦

CW: MOMMY ISSUES. 🔞

König can't deny how infatuated he is with your tits. He's obsessed with the shape and size, how soft they are, and how your nipples become small buds beneath his sensual, enticing touch. You sit patiently on his lap, watching as he drools over your breasts perversely, almost hypnotised by the gorgeous sight. His large and calloused hands wander over the smooth and supple skin, hardening his painful dick.

He bites his bottom lip and shifts in his seat uncomfortably at the ache between his thighs, that could be soothed in a plethora of different ways. He can feel the tightness in his heavy balls, how full they feel underneath your bodyweight. König's eyes are glued to your chests, so much that even if you speak to him and ramble about your day, he'll stare off into space and will babble an incoherent response, distracted by the sight. König fixes the glasses sat crookedly on his face and attempts to catch his breath, his boner twitching inside of his boxers as he fantasises about fucking your tits and coming all ove them, showing ownership over his Maus.

Your breasts distract König from different tasks. The fantasies rushing through his perverted and ruined mind keep him awake at night with a hard, lengthy cock between his muscular thighs, dying for your sweet and relaxing touch. His entire search history is filled with porn, all the videos relating to titty fucking. He's definitely a titty man, that's for certain. Of course, if your breasts are small, he isn't bothered. He adores how easily he can cup them and overstimulate them. But, he's desperate to rest his head on your chest and fondle with the fat on your chest, playing with your stiff nipples by suckling on them. He may occasionally call you 'mommy' through grunts as he palms himself over his boxers, gazing up at you through the lenses of his rectangular glasses. Does he have mommy issues? It wouldn't take a genius to figure out...

He feels so guilty for being such a sick bastard, such a horrible, touchy creep who can't keep his grimey, dirty hands to himself. He can't control how hard his dick becomes and sometimes he'll break down after becoming overwhelmed, getting himself drunk until he's hornier than before.

The only thing you can do to comfort König is offer your breasts, to distract him with how plush and sexy they are, while he rubs his hard bulge the entire time, the smell of booze thick and pungent.

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 :((

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 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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.

BOXER KÖNIG — the collection 🥊

the following content contains: blood, injury, a probably inaccurate portrayal of boxing culture, strong language and explicit smut. be sure to consider trigger warnings and proceed with discretion. your media consumption is your responsibility.

just thots !! 🥊

more thots 😖🥊

how boxer!könig met his wife, and how he treats her in bed :3 🥊

boxer!könig collapsing onto you since he’s so drained and exhausted :(( 🥊

taking care of him when he’s too tired to fuck you after a fight <3 🥊

you cheer him on whilst he defeats an old rival !! 🥊

he takes his anger out on you after losing to a rigged opponent :(( 🥊

getting brutally fucked on your kitchen table after taking such good care of him :33 🥊

könig packs on the pda with you for all to see <33 🥊

he fucks you until you squirt out of jealousy </3 🥊

könig and wwe!wrestler hate-fucking in his dressing room :3 🥊

könig agreeing to teach you how to box :3 🥊

boxer!könig as a girl dad <3 🥊

he gets caught fucking you before a fight !! 🥊

it’s official: boxer!könig is golden retriever coded :3 🥊

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Me wishing for a male version 😔😔🥺🥺*gets on my knee's and kisses your feet* YOU STILL DID AMAZING THOOO <3 KEEP UP THE GOOD WORKKKK <3

I have an idea that Konig was kicked out of his old apartment because his last deployment was last for years and he decided to find another place to rent a share apartment. When he opened his new apartment's door to move in, reader accidently greeted him with the biggest squirt in his life that he's ever seen =)))) (like reader didn't know he'd move in that day)

I love it, a great way to start off a new lease😈

Roommates (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, masturbation

1.5k word count

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Coming back after four years of being deployed, he was greeted with a huge pile of mail. Plopping his body in his desk chair, he began to look for a new place to live. That when he finds you listing. Pets are okay, no smoking, and only one other roommate. The apartment was in a nice area too. Without going to look at the place, König messaged the tenant to apply for the available room.

When you posted the ad, you didn’t add that you’re a woman. You didn’t want people applying just to be creeps or to get harassed. When König’s application comes in, you think it sounds too good to be true. Older man, no pets, doesn’t smoke, is military so he would be deployed for months at a time, maybe years, and willing to divide the rent 40/60, him covering the larger half, since he said he is paid well. It was an incentive König was hoping would help inspire you and make you pick him since the spot was perfect for what he needs.

Flipping back and forth between König’s application and this woman your age, you feel torn. The woman would make a fun roommate, but she is a struggling artist and you don’t want to be put in a situation where you’re paying full rent WITH a roommate.

König on the other hand, while he is a man, will be gone most of the time and is willing to pay more meaning you’d be able to set aside money and finally save some.  It’s a selfish reason, but times are hard right now.

You send back a response message to König to tell him that he’s got the room. You send him the move-in date and where to pick up the key. Instantly you get a message back saying he will be about a week late to move in but will send you the money now. You phone chimes and you see your Venmo with his portion of the rent. Feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, you go back to cleaning up the apartment.

Two weeks pass and König gets back from his mission a week earlier than expected. He walks past the boxes of his belongings stacked along the wall of his office. His shoulders slumped over, exhausted from all of his recent travels. He sits at his desk, pulling off his sniper hood and opens up the email with all of the information about his new living situation. Leaning back, he lets out a deep sigh and looks at the time. Figuring it was too late he decided to wait until tomorrow to move in.

The next morning you wake up a little after 9am and make yourself breakfast. You check your emails to see if there has been any word from König. Nothing. After you eat breakfast you sit on the living room couch, wasting time. Since today is your day off you planned on getting some chores done, but you have other things on your mind.

Quickly, you stand from the couch and go to your room. Opening up your underwear drawer you grab a black bag of goodies. You open it up and pull out your favorite silicon toy before going to the kitchen sink to wash. The hot guy from your commute to work everyday comes to mind as you begin to daydream about him naked, kissing you, touching you, fucking you...

Drying off your dildo and walking back to the living room couch, you pull the throw blanket from the back of your couch and lay it down as a makeshift towel. You pull down your pants and underwear before laying back on the couch. Your fingers go to gently rub your clit while you close your eyes and begin to day dream.

Him kissing your neck lightly as his fingers circle your clit, leg twitching as you moan to him. His fingers slowly inching lower and pushing into your tight little cunt. His fingers pumping in and out quickly as he moves his lips to yours; his mouth devouring your moans. His other hand moves to your breast and begins to lightly tug at your nipple.

You open your eyes for a second and remove your fingers from your cunt and rub your arousal on the blanket underneath you. Moving your hand from your breast, you reach over and grab your dildo from the coffee table. You move yourself so you can get more comfortable, rubbing your dildo over your wet folds. Letting out a sigh, you lean back and close your eyes again.

His naked body looms over you as he rubs his erection over your wet little pussy. His hand reaches back out and begins to rub your nipple.

“You ready y/n?”

You let out a soft yes before he shoves his cock inside of you slowly, inch by inch. He begins to thrust into you quickly, the sound of your loud moans filling the room. His hand moving off of your breast so he can fuck you quicker. You reach out gripping the bedsheets and pulling them as your legs begin to tremble from his cock hitting your g-spot over and over…

König decided to only grab his duffle bag full of clothes and a few boxes for his first trip. He will be off the next few days so he has time to go back and grab his stuff, take his time moving in. He walks out to his SUV and loads up the trunk with five boxes. Sitting down, he puts the address into his GPS and begins to take off.

The building was nice, there was a park nearby and it was 40 minutes from base. That gave him a sense of privacy. He parks his SUV at the front, pulls his sniper hood off, and walks inside to go to the building manager. He welcomes König and hands him the key to the apartment that you left for him two weeks ago.

“Danke.” König takes the key and begins to walk back to his SUV to grab two boxes.

Apartment 304. König walks up the stairs and gets to his floor. He looks around the hall, doors with cute welcoming mats and small seasonal decorations giving the complex a nice homely vibe.

Your eyes still closed and hand behind your head holding on to the couch cushion as your legs are spread wide open. Your 7-inch dildo moving quickly in and out of you as you moan out, but quietly enough that the neighbors can’t hear. One of your feet moves to the coffee table to spread your legs open even more, back arching as you get close to release.

König gets to the front door, holding his boxes in one arm as he opens the front door. He hears your moans and the sound of the dildo in your pussy before you begin to squirt. His eyes glued to your pussy as he watches the impressive stream leaving you. His jaw drops and he accidently drops one of the boxes. He looks down at the box and then back up at you to see you open your eyes and look at him.

You freeze as you realize your door is open and a giant man is just standing there. You assume it’s König, but he wasn’t supposed to be here for another week. You feel as if your heart is going to explode. Your face is hot with embarrassment. Before anyone can say anything, you pull your dildo out, get up and run to the bedroom.

König stands there looking at the wet spot on the blanket and the wet mess on the floor. Your pants and underwear tossed onto the other end of the couch. He takes a deep breath and picks up the box on the ground before walking further into the apartment. He closes the door behind him and just stands there awkwardly with a boner.

You’re in your room dying of embarrassment. You don’t know what to do, you can’t face him now. Not after that. You put on underwear and pants to open your door and yell out.

“Your bedroom is the last room down the hall to the left!” Thankfully on the other side of the apartment from yours.

“Okay, thank you!” He yells back.

He walks towards his room, his eyes lingering on the mess you left behind for a moment. Finally, he makes it to his bedroom door. He opens it to see a queen size bed and two dressers. The window is letting in the bright sun. He drops his boxes on the floor and sits on the bed, looking around the room for a while.

He can’t stop replaying the scene of you squirting over and over in his mind. His hand wandered to his boner instinctively. You’re his new roommate, he doesn’t want to start the relationship off by jerking off to you. Yet, he can’t seem to stop himself as he unzips his pants and pulls them down enough to release his cock. He closes his eyes and replays your sounds and the moment over and over as he strokes his cock.

First time Konig and reader have sex. But size kink😩😩😩😩 Reader is petite

https://twitter.com/kinulta/status/1765084505810117118?t=HH9h6rCAbx7MwYLdqcOorQ&s=19

I imagine reader is gonna be like this and Konig fucks us til we pass out

As a shorty, I live for size kink König🙏🏽

König x Petite!Reader (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, p in v, size difference, size kink, petite reader

1.6k word count

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Being 6 '10, König usually dates women around 5’8- and up. They’re beautiful of course, but he has always wondered what it would be like to be with a tiny woman. Most of the interactions he’s had with small women have scared him; they’re incredibly fierce, and he is so awkward he freezes around them. Like an elephant with a mouse, he can’t explain it.

Then he meets you. On a random grocery shopping trip. He had to look all the way down to see your eyes, the top of your head reaching just below his chest. Instantly he became nervous, not knowing how to act. He wanted to make himself seem smaller and less intimidating since that’s all he is ever viewed as and you were so tiny.

Yet, you weren’t scared of him. You looked him right in the eyes and demanded he help you grab something from the top shelf, in a kind way of course.

“You have to help me; I can’t jump high enough.” You laughed and the sound gave König butterflies.

“Ja, sure, lead the way.” He was willing to follow you anywhere.

Two months later and you both have decided to make things official. He treats you like you’re made of glass, scared to even cuddle while sleeping because what if he rolls over on top of you? Other than oral sex and fingering, you both haven’t gone all the way yet. He is terrified his body weight will crush you or he will be too rough with your “delicate” body.

He can’t lie, he has always wondered what sex would be like with someone tiny, like 4’11-5’4, and now he has you. He’s watched a lot of porn of a tall big dick man absolutely dominating the smaller woman, but he never thought he’d be here. Seeing you in front of him makes him question the logistics of it all.

 König stands before you as you lie naked on the bed. He looks at your body before shifting his gaze down and rolling the condom down his length. A wave of nervousness rushes over him, mixed with excitement as he sees your hand go between your legs and begin to rub your pussy. His eyes slowly trail up your body to meet your eyes again.

“Are you sure you are ready?”

“Absolutely.” You’ve been begging for weeks; you aren’t going to back down now.

König smirks and walks to you, standing at the edge of the bed, looking at how your fingers circle your clit.

“How should we…start?”

“How you would with anyone.” You begin to laugh.

König blushes and lays on the bed beside you, “Come here.”

You smile and crawl over to him, straddling his hips. His eyes are drawn to your small body over his, keeping his hands to the side so as to not hurt you. He watches as you grab his cock and slowly lower yourself down on to him. König lets out a soft moan and grabs the sheets, refraining from grabbing you and pushing you down more.

“Fuck…” König drops his head back and closes his eyes.

At first you slowly bounce yourself on him, letting yourself get adjusted to his size. Watching him as he reacts to feeling his thick cock be swallowed whole by your tight little cunt. You put your hands behind you on his thighs as you move your legs so your feet are flat on the bed.

Slowly his hips begin to thrust up into you, he opens his eyes and leans his head forward to look down at you. Your breasts bouncing as your eyebrows are pinched from the pleasure, your eyes meet. He can’t help but to reach out and rest one hand on your breast and the other on your hip. He grips you tightly and begins to assist in your bouncing, making you speed up.

“Fucking ride that cock…” He lightly slaps your ass.

Both of your moans fill the room as you begin to slam down hard on him. He begins to feel himself want to fuck you harder, it scares him so he holds you still.

“Wait,” He is breathing heavily, “I- wait.”

“Are you about to cum?”

“No, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Jesus, König, you won’t!”

“Lay on your side.” He ignores your attitude and watches as you pull yourself up from his cock, it falls forward onto his stomach. The condom covered in your creamy white arousal. He wishes he could go in raw.

You lay on your side and look over your shoulder as he adjusts his big body behind yours. He gets close to you, grasping his cock as he rubs it along your wet folds. He pushes his hips forward slightly, feeling his tip slip in. He lifts your ass cheek up with his hand to push in easier, looking down and watching your pretty lips stretch to accommodate him. He places his huge hand on your waist, and begins to buck forward into your cunt lightly.

Your eyes still locked onto his as he fucks you, he leans in and kisses your lips softly before moaning and resting his head back on the pillow. You begin to push back into him every time he thrust in. The supple flesh of your ass bouncing with every hit.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, the arm you’re resting on outstretched and holding on to the blanket.

“Ja.” He moves his hand from your waist to spank your ass lightly again. His hand goes back as he begins to pick up his pace.

“Oh my god your cock feels so good in my tight little pussy.” You moan out in a pathetic voice.

“Mhm.” Your dirty talk is breaking him down as all he can think of is making you scream his name.

He closes his eyes again and tries to focus as your pussy squeezes him. He feels your hand fall on his face gently and caress his check, sending a chill down his spine.

“Please fuck me harder.”

He opens his eyes and looks at the side of your face as your head is turned. His eyes travel down your body and shit…he can’t hold back anymore.

“You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes!”

“Beg.” He growls.

“Please, please pound my pussy.” The new tone in his voice is something you’ve never heard from him before, and it excites you.

König lets out a loud groan as he holds your waist so tightly, he leaves red marks as he begins to slam his cock inside you repeatedly. You’re not able to catch your breath as the sound of flesh hitting flesh and your wet cunt is all that can be heard. Finally a loud moan escapes your lips and you move your hand from his face to his arm and hold it.

“Oh- fuck! König!”

“Scream my fucking name.”

He rams his cock into you so hard you feel a slight bit of pain, but you know if you say something he will never do it again so you stay silent.

“König!” Your nails dig into his arm, his hand holds you tighter. He can feel your pussy begin to squeeze his cock as you begin to babble as if you forgot how to speak.

“Just like that, cum on my cock.”

You move your hand from his arm and twist your upper half more to look at him. His blue eyes gazing down at you with a primal lust.  Moving his hand from your waist, he grasps your neck and holds lightly. Your bodies covered in sweat; he doesn’t stop relentlessly pounding his sensitive cock into you.

Slowly you feel yourself begin to see that euphoric build up again, your vision going double as you feel light headed.

“God- König.” You manage to mumble out as your body begins to shake.

König moves his hand from your neck to lift your leg, shifting his body to be now on top of yours as you stay on your side. With your leg on his shoulder and his body straddling your leg, he is able to shove his cock in even deeper.

“I want to feel you raw Liebling.” He moans kissing your leg as he pushes in deep and pulls out slowly.

In a dick daze you nod your head, agreeing to no condom. Quickly, König pulls out and yanks the tip of the condom, tossing it off the bed. Slowly he begins to push his cock back inside. The textured feeling of your warm gummy walls welcoming his cock was too much. Putting his fist into the mattress, he begins to roll his hips harshly fucking you. You moan out in a scream holding on to his arm. He gives you no time to even catch your breath. König watches your eyes roll back into your head as your body goes limp, but moans still leaving your lips.

“Don’t tap out on my now Liebling, I’m not done.”

He sits up and drags your hips closer to him, wrapping his arms around your leg and not letting up on his pace. König doesn’t stop until you stop moaning. Breathing heavy, he puts your leg down and leans over you.

“Schatz?” He grabs your jaw and turns you to face him. You don’t reply.

He feels for a pulse, you’re still alive. He pulls out and runs to get a washcloth and runs it under cold water, rushing back to you. He places it on your head and caresses your face, gently kissing you.

“I knew I was too rough…” He whispers to himself.

A cocky little grin on his lips because he fucked you so hard you passed out. He will forever tell this story.

sandman (nsfw, mdni)

"shh, be quiet, mein liebling,"

a thick gloved hand covers your mouth from behind, muffling the desperate moan you couldn't hold back.

strong hips snapped into you relentlessly, his other hand gripping the curve of your waist and pulling you deeper into him.

his cock felt like it was going to split you in two. his thick tip fucked against your spongy cervix, surely leaving bruises up your tight walls and along your ass. your pussy stretched to the brim around his thick veiny dick, and when he gave a light tug on your hair you saw stars.

this wasn't the first time your colonel had bent you over his desk to relieve some stress- angrily fucking into you until he was tired enough to pass out- but you definitely weren't used to it.

the way your pussy squelched around his dick, pulsing and squeezing around him made him go weak. strings of slick from your wet cunt slid down your inner thighs, coating the edge of his desk and the base of his cock.

your moans would've been more like screams if it wasn't for the hand on your mouth.

"you want Johnny to hear you? huh? you want the whole team knowing what a fucking slut you are?"

he leans over your back, biting hickeys into the base of your neck and jaw. you catch a glimpse of his smirk behind you at the sight of your face squished hard against his hard desk, mascara tears freely streaming down your pink cheeks.

you moan pathetically, and he can feel your walls tighten against him.

"you need to cum, schatz?"

his thick accent against your ear makes you go dizzy, pushing your ass up into him for more friction. his angry thrusts seem to get harder.

his thick, calloused fingers push into your mouth, and you bite down on them. "Colonel-"

it makes him crazy when you call him that.

he grunts a bit, chuckles, his voice dropping lower as he flicks your clit with his thumb.

"cum for me, schatz, cum for your colonel."

Scent Kink with König [Kinktober Day 14]

TW: Gender Neutral Reader, Jerking off, Scent Kink.

König getting handed your sweater or a blanket and it’s supposed to be for comfort when you can’t see each other but instead he has it up to his nose while he fists his cock furiously, getting impossibly aroused by the smell of you. it’s not His fault your smell throws him into a fucking heat, he's just doing what dumb mutts are supposed to do schatz! straight up huffing on your sweater, his cock leaking all over his curly blonde pubes from the bulbous red tip. He used to love it when you grab a fistful of his hair and shove his face into your crotch. But now that you're not here he has to resort to cumming all over himself :( His arm aches from how fast he's stroking his leaky dick, whining and huffing like a dumb mutt into your sweater. His hips stutter and his toes curl, shaking as he edges himself before denying himself orgasm, taking a big sniff into your sweater, back arching and eyes rolling back into his head as he finally cums all over his happy trail and stomach. He sends a picture of his cum covered self to you before going to bed. <3

More Loser!König headcanons.

Loser!König: Who dry humps your shin, biting and suckling on the soft of your inner thighs while you play on his PS5. Loser!König: Who moans and sobs pathetically as he cums in 30 seconds just from this. This dumb mutt can't wait any longer maus! give him what he wants! Loser!König: who keeps rubbing his chubbed up cock against your shin, his back aching from the hunched position as he bites your thigh a bit harder, cumming for the second time in his boxers. Loser!König: feels the cum leaking out of his boxers onto your precious shoes and feels guilty for ruining them but maus you make him feel so good he can't help it!! Loser!König: who gets even more turned on just by you gripping his hair tightly, his soft blonde locks getting pulled harshly making his eyes roll back and makes him cum for the 3rd time before you finally command him to get up, pulling your panties off and spreading your slick folds, putting the controller down. Loser!König: his pupils blow out wide at the sight of your slick pussy, he practically pounces on you, stuffing your pussy full with his fat, leaky, cum covered cock. Loser!König: who pants into your neck like a dumb virgin pounding into your pussy with no remorse, practically breaking your cervix with his tip. Loser!König: who cums so hard and fills you to the brim when he hears just one whimper come out of you. Loser!König: who pulls out just to cum all over your belly before leaning down to eat you out, his thick flat tongue eating his cum out of your stretched, painful hole.

I think chubby baker konig needs a chubby waitress wife and a chubby set of twins with another on the way

cw: afab-f-reader, plus size-reader, food play, breeding kink, pregnancy and lactation. 18+ 🍰🍪

baker-könig definitely does have the desire for a big family with you. ;(

thinking about all the times he bends you over the counter after hours once you've shut for the night, sliding his slicken and pulsing dick into your gummy walls – the warmth and tightness a sensation he's familiar with and craves daily. he fantasises about impregnating you; slamming into your hole, the head of his leaking shaft hammering against your cervix, as you squeal out in agony and pleasure, feeling each fat glob of his release leak from his tip.

you're too cockdrunk to even think properly; the feeling of his large, sweaty and calloused hands grasping at the flesh on your stomach, squeezing your beautiful, soft hips tightly to hold you still as he bucks his sturdy, broad hips into you, releasing his hot semen into your perfect, puffy cunny.

baker-könig will treat you afterwards by spreading jam along his chubby abdomen, watching you drag your tongue back and forth to collect the sweet, sugary and delicious taste. he finds himself desperate for the sweetness of your lust and arousal, your own specialty.

fuck, how can he resist watching you bend over, serving customer with your little apron riding up occasionally when you make a sharp move. you've been taunting and teasing him the entire time, and anticipation is rushing through his chubby, burly body as you begin to drag a stripe up his bulbous, twitching shaft, giggling at his depravity.

when he finally gets you pregnant, he's overjoyed, thrilled with the news. könig will attempt to get you to relax, although his attempts are useless, as you're so eager to work and bake with him, to serve customers. the sight of your swelling belly growing each day leaves him daydreaming about getting you pregnant again, and again... the desire for a large family insatiable. ;(

his babies are chubby, little cuties. they giggle and babble for their father, sobbing when he leaves to go to the bakery he owns down the road in the village, whilst you coddle them, kissing their chubby cheeks.

due to your pregnancy, könig hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of your body – newfound flesh along your hips and thighs, and your tits swollen. your hardened nipples have milk dripping from them... fuck, he deserves a treat after all that hard work, right, little mouse? :(

When Virgin!König finally loses his virginity. (🌽)

Oh boy, I hope you're prepared to deal with a literal beast.

König can barely keep it together at the opportunity you've just offered to him. He's gone thirty-seven years without losing his virginity, and to say that he's pent up and overly desperate is a clear understatement. The thought of losing his virginity has him wide-eyed, choking on his words as he nods desperately.

He can barely keep his composure as he rips his trousers off, already dragging you closer to him while pulling your legs over his broad shoulders. His lengthy fingers pull at your damp cotton panties, tearing them off your figure while his hands find themselves up your skimpy, see-through tank top, tugging at your nipples as he rolls his clothed cock against your bare pussy, rutting his growing bulge against your wet heat.

It doesn't take König long to undress as he pulls his meaty dick from the tight confines of his boxers, feeling a couple sizes too small now that he has a raging hard-on. He drags the head of his swollen cock against your tight hole, collecting your sweet, nectar juices on the tip of his stiff boner. His thick, pink tip oozes out pearly beads of his creamy semen, and before you can warn König to be gentle and careful, he's already forcing himself inside. No preparation. Can you blame him? He gets his knowledge off of pornography, he has no proper experience with women.

Your insides feel heavenly and addictive, hypnotising König with each deep thrust. He breathes out through satisfaction and amusement, his sturdy hips bucking into your rear uncontrollably, stuffing your spongy, velvety walls with his twitching boner. He throws his head backwards through ecstasy, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh along your waist, his grip becoming firm and his pace unforgiving. He can feel the way his large cock twitches and pulsates inside of your drooling cunt, becoming almost overwhelming and overstimulating for the virgin giant.

“Heilige Scheiße, kleine Maus—! Du bist so verdammt perfekt—so eng, feucht und warm.”

König spends the majority of his time watching pornography and getting himself off while dreaming of losing his own virginity for once, and now, he has everything he's ever dreamt of. He's been craving this for a ridiculously long time, to fuck a tight hole like yours. He practically drools and slobbers all over you like a rapid mutt, becoming animalistic and violent with his rough poundings.

He can't stop himself as he thrusts into you mercilessly and relentlessly, groaning and growling, bullying his girthy and swollen dick into your tightening walls while covering your slick and soft folds in drops of sticky load. He pumps his thick length into you forcefully one last time, pushing his broad and well-built hips right up against you as he feels himself completely lose control, barely lasting more than two minutes.

Fuck, you've opened König up to this, and now he's addicted. This is your fault! You better be prepared to take everything he has to offer, until he's passed out beside you, intoxicated and mesmerised by your cunt.

omg I’m thinking abt virgin!konig who literally starts drooling when you let him fuck you for the first time.

18+ minors dni or I’ll be so mad w u

he’s letting out a constant steam of moans, mouth dropped open as his eyes roll back and his hips pump into you brutally, kinda forgetting to check you’re alright beneath him as he ruts away like an animal in heat, relentlessly chasing his pleasure. your head is thrown back into the pillow, just soaking in the feeling of his fat cock finally finally bullying its way into your dripping hole, when you feel something on your chest, something a bit wet, warm and-he’s literally fucking drooling, head tipped back a little above you, spit dripping from his lip onto your tits as he goes cross eyed at the feeling of your slick pussy. he hears when you huff out a small laugh, blinking hazily and looking down to see, before realising what a good fucking idea it is and latching onto one of your nipples, pressing his palms up against your back to tilt your chest into his waiting mouth, force you harder into his face like he needs so badly.

the next day he can’t even speak. he’s so dumb. your pussy literally broke him he doesn’t know how to act, it’s honestly all he can think about. he gets so pussy drunk from fucking anything, just thinking about how you felt is enough to make his eyes glaze over, remembering how you clenched around him makes him stutter over his sentences and forget whatever he was saying. he can’t get enough of it, promising he’ll be gentle and slow and restrain himself-and then he immediately gets lost in it, rutting and humping away, hips snapping with no control and hardly any rhythm just desperate to get as far inside you as he can-