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pathetic konig who is so obsessed with you that he just cant stop fucking you (in a chokehold, creampie AND overstimulation) ? 😛
this is delicious i hope i managed to deliver everything hehe ;)
content: SMUT MDNI, creampie, overstimulation, idk its just dirty lol
Boyfriend König who just loves you soooo much that he can't help but overstimulate you both when he fucks you :((
He's got you face down on the bed, his whole damn body weight pressing you into the mattress as he bullies his fat cock in and out of your cunt. There's a creamy ring around the base thanks to how many times you've both already come, the slick noises almost obscene.
"Schatz… you feel so good…" he slurs the words into your ear, completely drunk on the sex and on you. He shifts slightly, one hand sliding underneath you to angle your hips up, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His other arm loops around your neck, his meaty muscles almost choking you as he pulls your face out of the pillow you'd buried it in. König whimpers when your sweet noises fill the room again, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.
Somehow, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm, your body worked up into a goddamn frenzy. "König! Too much," you gasp, your body tensing up beneath him. He growls, feeling the way you clench even tighter around his sensitive dick, sucking him in. He's so addicted to you, so obsessed with the feeling of you. His thrusts speed up again, his hips hitting your ass with each punishing movement that pushes you closer and closer to your high. You finally come with a high pitched mewl, followed by a broken sob. Your body twitches, your cunt pulsing wildly, every nerve in your body overwhelmed.
The sensation makes König almost fucking blackout. You feel so good that he can't stop himself from fucking into you faster as he feels his own release nearing. "Ah, maus," he whines, biting at your neck as he lets go. His whole body shudders as he floods you with what seems like an endless supply of his seed, his cock twitching inside you until it's empty. You feel his body grow limp, crushing you beneath a solid wall of muscle. Even now, with both of you exhausted and overstimulated, his hips are still moving in slow grinds that have you whimpering beneath him.
Once his vision and mind clears somewhat, he pushes himself up and reluctantly pulls out with a hiss. His dick feels raw - it's been milked dry by you, by his insatiable need for you. König watches hungrily as a smear of your combined juices slides from your puffy, well used hole and drips down your thigh.
That sight alone is enough to make him want to go again, even if neither of your bodies can take it…
Wholesome!König who metamorphoses into the ultimate European Dad whenever you go to the beach.
Insists on picking you up at 7:15am sharp so you can arrive before all the good spots are taken? Check.
Pulling up his weather app at 15 minute intervals the whole ride there, updating you on wind speed, pollen count, and UV index? Check.
A chunky, waterproof watch on his wrist with three alarms set to ensure the day stays on schedule? Check.
Sunscreen applied to every conceivable inch of skin, with an extra thick glob on his nose? Check.
Swim trunks with tiny pineapples that you bought him after the first time he tried to wear a Speedo to the beach? Check.
But for all his foibles, the day you spend together is truly the highlight of your summer. Arriving early to set up your towels, chairs, and umbrella in the right spot was the best move; the generous application of sunscreen prevents you and your dreadfully fair-skinned boyfriend from turning into lobsters; and to his credit, his regimented, Austrian work ethic does turn off once you're truly settled in your spot.
You alternate between sunbathing, walking up and down the shoreline, and cooling off in the ocean. You've never had a relationship this easy - anything you suggest, he's already halfway done making it happen. Plus, seeing his Baywatch body and muscular build on full display fills you with a mix of desire and smugness, like you know the other women on the beach wish they were you.
When lunch rolls around, König sweeps you out of the water and carries you to the towel "so your wet feet don't get sandy." You would be embarrassed if it didn't heal your inner sixth grader, who'd always dreamed of a man so chivalrous.
It is entirely unsurprising that he's packed an incredible picnic lunch, with kartoffelsalat and hearty roast beef sandwiches and those little packs of pretzel sticks kids used to trade in the cafeteria. He also withdraws a small pitcher from the lunch box and shyly explains that he tried to make mojitos, but he's certain they're terrible and, honestly, you don't actually need to drink it, he's got some water bottles under the icepacks...
When you finally wrap up your day, you're relaxed and sleepy and as happy as you've been in a long, long time. König insists that you remain lounging on your towel while he packs everything else into the car. You doze off on the ride home as your boyfriend smiles fondly and turns down the radio as not to wake you.
[Smut beneath the cut.]
── FAVOUR
summary: könig has never properly orgasmed before, so you decide to help give him his first.
tags/cw: sub!könig . handjobs . overstim . femdom . praise kink . first orgasm . masturbation . dry humping . light d/s . pet names . nipple play
notes: posted this awhile back on ao3! let me know if any cw(tags) are missing! warning: i use a lot of google translated german, sorry if any of it is incorrect.
wc: 3.7k
— KÖNIG’S PENPAL ・ ˖˚ ✩
✩ könig x gn reader
✩ how you became könig’s penpal and how he fell in love with you
✩ please like and reblog if you enjoyed! if this gets enough support, i’ll make it into a series!
✩ it all started when your therapist suggested ways to overcome your social anxiety
✩ you've always been terrified of social situations, constantly afraid of being judged and humiliated by others.
✩ you'd dread events for weeks, going through every scenario in your head where things could go wrong, turning every social event into a disaster before it had even begun.
✩ and when you're actually there? the disaster becomes true.
✩ you tremble and stutter through conversations while avoiding eye contact at all costs
✩ eventually, your nausea and your racing heartbeat becomes too much, and you escape to either run home or have a panic attack, whichever one comes first.
✩ even then, there's no salvation: you reflect on every moment, noting every single cringeworthy detail, creating your own punishment that was personally designed to render your self-esteem non-existent.
✩ it's so embarrassing…
✩ after months of isolating yourself, staying home instead of going outside and humiliating yourself again, you get online therapy sessions.
✩ the therapist suggests a way to start talking to people again: a penpal program organised by the army where you send a soldier a letter.
✩ she said the letters would be less stressful than in-person or online conversations since there was no pressure to respond immediately
✩ a soldier? seriously?!
✩ telling a soldier, who risks their life every day, that you get a panic attack talking to strangers?
✩ your dignity would crumble to dust!
✩ what you didn't know was that that there was an awkward austrian soldier who perfectly understood your struggles.
König Big Monster 💋
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Another loser!könig because I’m hungry for more
cw: smut, implied masturbation, switch!könig, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, fingering, riding, cock warming
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All he wanted was some attention. Some quality, undivided attention that made him feel chosen. Like he wasn’t a chore or some unwanted obligation. He begged and begged and begged for just a sliver of time and sure he would get it but he could tell it was forced or the other person wasn’t really into it and he was left feeling even worse than before.
Maybe that’s why he held on to you so strongly. You seemed so genuine to him, never complaining or cutting your time together short. It was rarely anything other than platonic or the occasional hug but König was pretty sure he was in love. You’d given him a nickname, “big baby”. It was just a joke, started when you saw his eyes getting all watery after you hugged for the first time. You laughed and held his face, asking “why are you crying, you big baby? It’s just a hug.”
He started following you around wherever you went, like a massive shadow looming over you. And he insisted on holding your hand saying he didn’t want to get separated. Poor thing couldn’t even think of a believable lie, he was so desperate. You would have been happy even if he didn’t say anything and just held your hand. Most of the time you’d have to speak for him, his nerves and social anxiety making him quieter than a cotton ball falling on carpet.
Sometimes you would let him sleep in your room, only fussing at him for being too big so you had to use him as a bed. It wasn’t too bad, he was warmer than all your blankets combined and you ran cold. There was one time where he woke you up in the middle of the night and even in the dark, you could tell he was holding on by a thread trying not to cry.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Liebling, I am sorry. But- uh…” he hesitates, trying to carefully shift you off of him without being too obvious. “I have to fix something.”
You let out a small squeak of confusion when your body hits the bed and you hear him shuffle off to the bathroom and lock the door. You drift off again then wake up after some unknown amount of time to find yourself still in an empty bed and the sounds of König mumbling to himself in the bathroom. You slowly get up, yawning as you go to check on him.
“You alright in there? Come back t’bed…” you groan as you lean your forehead against the door. On the other side, König scrambles to fix himself before opening the door and causing you stumble into him. You look up wanting to be mad at him and suddenly feel very awake when you see his cheeks wet with tears. “Huh? What’s going on with you? Ya big baby.”
You instantly soften up and reach up to wipe his cheeks. Your hands go down and he shudders when they run over his torso. He licks his lips and looks down at your hands, making you follow his gaze and- oh.
“Das.” He says lowly and your eyes are hyper focused on the painful looking bulge in his sweats. The pants weren’t tight by any means but you could just see how hard he was and judging by the wet patch where his tip was, it was evident he’d been having trouble.
You take a slow breath before reaching down and stroking him through the fabric, causing him to flinch and shudder under your touch. Your throat suddenly goes dry when it twitches in your hand and you feel just how heavy it is. He whimpers above you and clenches his fists, trying so hard not to cum in his pants. He hadn’t expected to get so close so quickly when he couldn’t get himself there after ten minutes of trying.
He has to grab your wrist to stop you before he ended up making even more of a mess in his pants and you look up at him. Aside from looking so incredibly guilty, he was very much in desperate need of more. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be…”
“Don’t. Lay down for me, okay?” Your voice is softer than his and you take him back to bed, straddling him once he’s down. Truth be told you had no idea what you were doing but you assumed he didn’t either so it’s not like he’d realize it, right? You settle right on his bulge, breath catching in your throat as you slowly grind your hips back and forth and pull out a pitchy moan from König.
You let out some breathy sounds of your own and lose yourself in the feeling until his hands grab you and lift your hips up just enough to not be on him anymore. You stop and look at him, silently asking why.
“Can we…is it okay if I’m inside you?”
Your heart begins racing but you nod, getting off him to take your bottoms off while he removed his. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you could actually see his big he was and you keep staring as you get back on top.
“You sure that’s gonna fit?”
“It’s gonna have to.”
His hand travels between your legs and shakily begins to finger you to try and get you ready to take him with as little discomfort as possible. You were a moaning mess above him, and he kept hissing out curses as he watched more of your arousal flow onto his hand with each pump of his fingers. It was easy to get you to cum and once your walls relax enough, he pulls his fingers out and helps you line yourself up with his cock.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” You suddenly blurt out, nails digging into the muscles of his forearms just as he pushes the tip in. He meets your eyes and blinks.
“Was? Do you- do you not want to do it with me?” He asks and his eyes start welling up again. He almost lifts you off but you stop him, sinking down a bit lower.
“No. No I do, it’s just…you’re so big, I don’t know that I can take it.”
König’s whole body relaxes and he carefully turns over so now you were the one under him. “Nonsense, Liebling. I got you, ja?”
You nod, thrown off by the sudden change in demeanor. The change from his usual anxious self to how he calm and collected he was on ops in a split second was a bit jarring but who were you to question it? He slowly leans down and kisses you to muffle the sounds coaxed out of you as he slowly, slowly pushes himself into you. First the tip which already had you squirming and then about half way you were clawing at him trying not to go over the edge.
“König, I-“
“Hey shhh, you’re okay.” He mumbles against your lips. His hands grip your waist tighter as he thrusts the rest of himself in with a grunt and for a split second he’s back to his normal self with another whimper. “Schieße, you’re so- oh my god.”
You barely had any time to process anything going on or react because two pumps in and he was already unloading inside you. You stare at each other while he comes down from his high and you can see the look in his eyes change.
“I’m sorry.” He whines and his hands move up to your shoulders as his hips begin to move again, this time lacking any real rhythm to them. He was still hard and grinding against every inch of your cunt deliciously. He then buries his face in your neck and you feel hot tears against your skin. “Ja. Ja, ja, ja, ja, oh- shit.”
He cums a second time, now with your walls clamping down on him when your release finally arrives. You squeeze and squeeze, making him twitch and grip your shoulders harder as you milk him for everything he has. He pulls out only to lay you on your side so he can get behind you and stick his cock back in.
“I need more, Liebling. I’m sorry, I just need more.” He mutters sleepy apologies into the pillow as he begins to soften inside of you, and proceeds to fuck you awake three more times that night without changing position.
König whose cock is so big- so long, unbelievably fat and heavy- that he can't fit it inside you. He can spend hours fucking your pussy open on his tongue and fingers and it just isn't enough.
Instead, he works just the head inside, so you can clench down on it, thighs open around his lap as you kneel over him, a little vibe in your fingers for your clit, and he strokes himself off as you use the tip of his cock like a plug, thighs trembling, braced against his chest and groping a heavy fat pec while you moan.
The first time you come on him he moans, jerking himself harder with the slick you squeeze down his cock, and watches with his lips parted and panting as you circle your clit with the vibe and turn it up, pushing your orgasm further, so that you shudder and moan into another, and another- fluttering pussy on the head of his cock and the buzzing vibe, your skin heating and so soft against his, a mutual masturbation that feels more intimate than any attempt he's made to force his cock into a wet hole-
He comes with a groan and his hips buck up, pushing against you, his cockhead slipping free to pump cum all over your fingers and clit, the vibe slipping back and forth, and you shout and come a final time as your hips jerk and flutter.
Summer König!!!
Two types of pokemon
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Finally got this out of WIP hell..i don't fw CoD but Konig has such a good design orz
Cod × Pokemon
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Howdy y'all! 👋 I'm not dead but was just dealing with freaking life. TW: American Reader lol Anywho, I had this idea earlier today, but I had work, so I wasn't able to write it. But with all the hubbub around the world cup and Europeans going to America and experiencing it for the first time, I had a small but kinda cute idea >:3 Imagine FoodServiceWorker!Reader, living a pretty average life. You work in a local but thriving restaurant in your hometown, making a pretty good living (unrealistic, I know) BUT, it's enough for you to get by, and you make quite a lot in tips, and with the World Cup playing, lots of people are packing in to watch on the TVs aet up around the dining area and the bar top. You, yourself, have never really been into sports like that, but you've seen videos of Europeans experiencing America for the first time, and you can't help but feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, seeing people from around the world come together. Imagine König walking in one day, the massive man immediately catching the attention of all the servers, yourself included. He stands there for a bit awkwardly, almost like he's never been in a restaurant in his life. The restaurant has an open seating for customers, so after grabbing a menu and approaching the giant with a warm, friendly smile, you guide him over to your section, and there he picks a cozy booth near the back, within comfortable viewing of the TV, which is playing the World Cup of course. You suspect that he isn't from around, since you've never seen him before, but his accent is also a dead giveaway. You ask if he's new, and he nods, telling you he's visiting for the World Cup. You smile, ask how his visit has been, and he goes on to tell you of all the different things he's experienced while in America, good and bad, which earns a small chuckle from you. He probably spends maybe an hour, an hour and a half in the restaurant, trying new foods and watching the game. It gets rowdy as the teams on screen score goals, but the overall atmosphere of the place is good and in high spirits. As you continue to serve König, you tell him of other hidden gems you know of as a local, and you cheekily offer to be his tour guide. He shakes his head softly, and you can almost see the way his cheeks turn pink. At the end when he leaves, he leaves a generous tip, as well as his phone number under the tip line <3
And what if I said Popular!Reader is actually the smartest person in your and König's class? What if I said you didn't need König to do your homework for you, or cheat off of him on tests. You just come up with your little deal because you think the big, scary loser is actually kind of cute, in a pathetic way... and you like the power you have over him. You like that he'll do anything just to get a glance at your tits, just to cop a quick feel. You bet you could get him to kill a man for you, if you let him fuck you.
There's nothing more arousing to you, the way you're in complete and utter control of him.
Roommate!König overhearing you on the phone with a friend. he feels embarrassed accidentally eavesdropping until you bring him up, all but fainting when he hears you say you think he’s cute. heart beating erratically as he manages to stumble away quietly into his room, all he can bring himself to do is stare at the ceiling while laying in the dark, flushed from the neck up. if he felt guilty eavesdropping, the guilt surrounding the hard-on he’s rocking might send him to an early grave as he desperately tries to ignore it
smitten!konig taking off your dress after a late night party. his trembling fingers unlacing the thick strings that tie in the back, exhaling heavily when his hand can smooth down your bare back. he’s between your legs, leaning down to press a kiss to your clothed crotch. he slowly slides off the dress so it doesn’t ruin, but he presses his forehead against your stomach so he doesn’t immediately bust in his boxers seeing you undress.