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könig forever but maybe rebrand? to get the creative juices flowing? 🤷🏻‍♀️ like … actually what other fandoms/characters are you obsessed with?

Yeah, I’ve been thinking that too. Probably resident evil. I’m going through an Albert Wesker phase.

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Send in any ideas and I may get around to them!

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könig forever but maybe rebrand? to get the creative juices flowing? 🤷🏻‍♀️ like … actually what other fandoms/characters are you obsessed with?

Yeah, I’ve been thinking that too. Probably resident evil. I’m going through an Albert Wesker phase.

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but may I ask if you're still writing for this blog? I noticed that you haven't really posted anything and I got bit worried (ಡ‸ಡ)

I am, just not as of recently. I may be exploring other fandoms as well. I’m just burnt out 😅

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könig is a predator at heart, but you can't be one without a share of some fun, a good hunt, the one that get's your heart beating like a drum, vibrating and thundering against the bony cage of broad chest, making all the veins in his body swell, webbing as a thick, bluish purple lines over brawny hands, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, cock chubbing up, long fingers reaching over to grasp at you like a trap.

and ain't that adorable that you're such a freak for him? eyes glazed and all wide, sprinting away from him like a little rabbit, legs tangling, but still able to take you far, turning around the table and couch, trying to confuse him, but those pupil blown, sharp baby blue's watch your every move intently, grinning sharp when you start to tire up, chest expanding fast and with a mesmerizing bounce to your tits, könig's tongue already tracing over each sharp fang, greedy.

sweet, sweet thing, you rile könig up so much with just a small run around the house, with those tiny squeaks and giggles, with the way your hips twist, plump curves laid bare to paw at, fill up his calloused palms he tries to get on you so hard, scraping at your waist, fisting and tugging at the fabric of his shirt that dangles off your frame, closer, until you lose your balance, staggering and falling right into waiting arms, stuttering his name with sweetest laugh that he swallows, stubble scratching your cheek, lips smudging over yours.

he would gnaw at every revealed inch of your pretty skin, make sure you'll bruise up from kisses and love bites, sharp teeth tracing over the pulse point of your stretching neck, head rolling back as you breathe out a long, breathy moan, rolling your hips to hear the squelch your cunt makes as könig feeds you his cock, thrusting up, muscular thighs connecting with your plump ass, slapping, as he slams in, making your gummy walls spasm, tighten around while you whimper his name, clawing at könig's burly shoulders and bowing back.

könig will take care of you as his adorable prey, make sure you're all marked up, outside and inside, pumping you full of his potent seed, cum frothing out, tacky as it drips down the veiny girth of his cock, collecting down at the heavy, dangling balls, the one that slap repeatedly against the swell of your asscheeks, burning the skin, your fingers tugging sharply at the nape of his outgrown hair, knowing well it'll only speed up the unforgiving pound of his hips, until the sheets all wet and you're ravaged.

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If you don't mind me asking, why do you like König specifically?

We don’t know much about his backstory but enough for it to be fun to make my own characterisation up for him! It gives me more creative freedom this way

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hi! sorry to bother you, but is this series still active?

https://www.tumblr.com/konigsblog/754022045582540800/k%C3%B6nig-nsfw-alphabet-masterlist-everyday-i-will

It is! Just that I'm not very consistent. Feel free to request anything from that alphabet.

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Reader who stumbles into König's cabin in the midst of a snowstorm. Thankful for shelter after being stranded so far out from the rest of society, you fail to consider that this may be someone's home you're making yourself quite comfortable in... Not a getaway resort that isn't in use at this very moment.

And, oh... How can König resist the sight before him when he stumbles in after catching some prey? All bundled up in his animal fur blankets, dozing off so prettily with a string of drool seeping into his smooth, comfortable, couch. Face visibly frostbitten from the harsh winds, faced belly up at him. He takes in a sharp, abrupt breath when he notices you're wearing no panties...

And König can't help but think you'd look much nicer stuffed down in his dusty, old basement. You're everything he was searching for. the prey he was dreaming to catch.

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Might make an AU on this. Maybe multi chapters 👀

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Reader who stumbles into König's cabin in the midst of a snowstorm. Thankful for shelter after being stranded so far out from the rest of society, you fail to consider that this may be someone's home you're making yourself quite comfortable in... Not a getaway resort that isn't in use at this very moment.

And, oh... How can König resist the sight before him when he stumbles in after catching some prey? All bundled up in his animal fur blankets, dozing off so prettily with a string of drool seeping into his smooth, comfortable, couch. Face visibly frostbitten from the harsh winds, faced belly up at him. He takes in a sharp, abrupt breath when he notices you're wearing no panties...

And König can't help but think you'd look much nicer stuffed down in his dusty, old basement. You're everything he was searching for. the prey he was dreaming to catch.

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TW: NON-CON, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING. 18+

The last thing you could vividly recall before falling asleep wrapped in animal fur blankets was the flickering light and warmth from the fireplace. Soft crackles and the gentle, soothing noise of König's humming filled the silence between the sound of him flipping to the next page of his book. Something animal related. Something German, you assumed. Dog-eared, the spine wrinkled and worn down. A clearly loved and treasured item of his.

You felt your vision fog, but paid no mind to the sudden drowsiness washing over your weakened figure. Limbs outstretched, belly up, too trusting for your own good. Comforted by the domestic sounds of life. These were the moments where you could pretend that you and König were nothing more than a perfectly matched couple. Perhaps high-school sweethearts. That this was all consensual and not brought upon you against your will. That maybe, just maybe, he wasn't holding you here for his own selfish desire.

You slipped into a peaceful slumber, dozing off at the aroma of the fireplace oak wood burning and the soothing scent of his spicy, musky aftershave - a reminder that you weren't alone. You weren't sure whether to be comforted or disturbed by the fact.

Amber reflected onto the walls which caged you in, the barely audible jingle of the cool, metal shackle holding you down, slicing into the soft of your heel when you tugged at it too aggressively when frustrated. A harsh reminder to where you stood beside König, your role in his home. The crushing reality that belonged to you. Your fate.

You awoke to the heat all around you at once. Suffocating. Impeding down your throat and spreading across your skin. Like flames, a blaze.

Stirring from your peaceful slumber, you let out a groggy groan, sleep evident in the sounds of your petulant whining when the heat worked its way down your body. Fingers came to tug at the neckline of the sweatshirt borrowed from König - much larger, falling off your body like rags, but atlas, keeping you snug for the harsh Austrian winters.

Much to your surprise (and expected horror), your fingers were not met with the fuzzy fabric of the wool. Instead, bare and clammy skin.

Your eyes darted wide, doe-eyed, fearful and cowering. You shrunk in on yourself as you scanned your surroundings, a dark, nude, and recognisably tall figure prying your plush thighs apart, folds already glistening against the light from the fire, sweat rolling off the man's muscular chest like he'd been at your holes for a few brutal rounds already before you so rudely disturbed him. And by the ache and burn and throb that intensified between your legs, you feared that was the case.

Blunt fingernails cut deep into the supple fat on your hips, feeling impossibly full as he further nudged his way deep inside, to be met with the scratchy and tinging sensation of dark, curly pubes at your smooth rear. Much larger hands greedily groped and grabbed, laying his perverse gaze on your figure - stretched out to the point of discomfort, trembling like you were fragile and would shatter with the gentlest of touch, weakened after being speared on his throbbing, pulsating cock for what could've possibly been hours.

You could only helplessly shrug off his touch before it wandered further, to more sensitive and private areas - more specifically the swollen nub at the apex of your thighs, coated in a smear of what appeared to be your own shine and a mixture of release from the male ahead of you. If you could even call him that.

To you, he was a predator; a wolfish grin curling the sides of his scarred lips, contorting his face into something hideous - it made you retch, swallowing the bile before it had the chance to rise and spill.

Your drugged limbs pushed and tugged at the grubby hands, smeared across your once clean skin, exploring in ways that forced your barely conscious body to react, a biological need inside of you fluttering for more. You could barely conceal the broken sob-slash-whine that escaped your quivering, wobbling lips. He could only coo in that pitiful tone, thrusting his broad hips into you with a new found passion and thrill as uncontrolled sounds and meek noises left you.

And despite the way you shook your head that you didn't really want this, you found yourself having a hard time believing the words you'd stuttered out. Cries replaced with pleased moans. Slaps of your fists against his brute chest replaced with slaps of sweaty skin against your behind.

After all, not even you could pretend that your velvety walls weren't sucking him right back inside, even deeper, when his hips retreated, you pulled him back, the head of his large size contaminating your body with beads of salty, potent cum that he'd been fantasising of filling you with. To the brim, where you were plugged full, stomach bulging, eyes glossy from pure bliss.

Oh, Mouse. Look at you! Wouldn't it be much easier to relax, allow him to move your body in ways you never thought it would? Reach places your dainty fingers could never reach?

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Send in any Kidnapper König thoughts…

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Brain worms…

Pervert König and his female hairdresser. Obsessed with the way her much smaller hands move against his scalp, dainty fingers covered in bubbles and shampoo that would look much prettier with a ring on them and wrapped around his huge, aching cock.

Probably gets himself off during a head massage, unable to hide the imprint of his boner against the side of his cargos and the way the cloth wrapped around his neck moves with each stroke to his twitching cock.

Any thoughts??

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Crazy to think that in March this blog will be 3 years old?!

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Thinking about being collared by König, From the first night he had you in his captive, you wore the collar, Leather, uncomfortably tight, and restrictive. God forbid you dared to step a couple feet further than the small, round, rusted wooden dining table in the centre of the dimly lit basement, because then it would be tugging at your windpipes almost viciously. It almost felt as though you were being strangled by a python. Curling around your trembling form. Caught in the snakes wrath. Its prey. You were his prey.

These were the nights filled with pulp, blood, and restrictiveness where you'd arise screaming and thrashing from another night terror, the sinking and heavy feeling of doom in your chest replaced by his familiar hand, holding you down, his hushed whispers soothing you until your breaths were shallow and quiet, tears drying against your tear stained cheeks. You were comforted by the pressure, weight, and warmth of his sweaty, leathery palm against your cheeks, swiping away at the stray beads of sweat rolling down your temple, collecting the tears that spilled from your waterline.

It aids him in intercourse with you. Bringing you out of your reverie and back to the crushing reality with König's length pulsating inside of your gummy walls, calloused fingertips tugging at your collar to assert himself as your owner.

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Kidnapper König who provides films for you. Not on streaming websites - because then he risks little you getting too curious for your own good and searching for a documentary on your disappearance. He can't have that. But DVDs, an assortment of his favourite fucked up horror films to terrify you and to ensure he knows exactly what you're watching in your free time. He needs to remain in control even when giving you the freeing opportunity to entertain yourself on your own.

He provides pornography for you as well. Whatever it is, films, magazines, an unnamed tape you accidentally stumbled across where he's masturbating. Too entranced by the sheer size of this "pornstar", you didn't even consider the horrifying fact that he would expose you to something so vulgar and intimate of himself.

Fuck, the horror that followed when the camera panned up to his covered face for the first time at the end of the tape left your voice warbling and your bottom lip quivering oh so sweetly you know König's cock would be aching at the depraved sight. It makes you feel nauseous knowing you just got off to something so obscene. Your stomach churns and bile threatens to spill as you shield your eyes, tugging at your hair maniacally and frustratedly while rocking yourself back and forth in a futile attempt to console and soothe yourself.

You hide the tape through shame and humility, your cheeks feeling as though they're burning as you blink back tears that threaten to blur your vision and spill down your sensitive cheeks, your plush thighs coated in a sheen of your slick and shiny arousal from your fresh orgasm, your knees trembling as you worry your bottom lip while you plead with the Gods above to not let König know that you just masturbated to his own perverted video.

And König begins to sneakily replace the DVDs you'd requested - softer, comedy, romance films, a stark contrast to the disturbing genres he frequently indulged in - with his sex tapes.

You know you're deep within your hell of a hole when you frantically search and rummage through your bin of DVDs to find his sex tape. Anything to relieve that tight sensation coiling within you.

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I feel like he would have a very specific diet for you so that you could be as fertile healthy as possible for him. Like imagine König measuring nuts and berries each morning on a kitchen scale to make sure that you're getting enought vitamins and fats lol

Kidnapper Konig likes to ensure his Pet has the best possible health. After all, you'll be mothering his children! You must be healthy in all aspects before carrying his offspring.

For one, no missing meals or under eating. Konig believes that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. He won't allow you to miss out. Protest all you want, you will be eating it.

Not that you'd want to miss out, though. He's a great chef and baker and you can't get enough. His sourdough bread is tangy and light, the mixed berries he provides are freshly picked from his vibrant, expansive garden that same morning. You like savoury foods? His bacon is crispy, not too greasy, just perfect and addictive. The sausages are cooked just perfectly, rich and meaty, enhanced with spices that add to the flavour. Or, if you prefer a sweeter breakfast, he will provide golden brown, round pancakes, decorated with some melted, creamy butter and an assortment of fruits.

He brings you granola bars and nuts throughout the day, some snacks high in iron to ensure your iron levels don't drop. When you refuse his gifts, shaking your head that you're still full from breakfast, his mouth curls downwards, a pitiful frown replacing his lovable face that tugs at your heartstrings. You feel inclined to accept his snacks. Big guy does't understand that the average human doesn't eat as much as he does.

He's adamant on you eating more. Or more preferably, eating the same amount as him. You're eating for two, Maus! Please don't upset him.

If he has to take matters into his own hands and feed you, he will. It reminds you all too much of being locked away in the basement a couple months ago, vulnerable, sick and tired of his dehumanising, infantilizing, debilitating behaviour that made you feel small. Insignificant. Incapable.

Oh, Pet, you're safe now. Let him take care of you and the baby, yeah?

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ARE YOU OK?? WHERE'D YOU GO?!

I am here! I disappear sometimes, I will return soon, don’t worry. I broke my wrist so posts may be delayed. 🫩