please, i need to get in contact w anybody trustworthy living in toronto, canada, that can house allure for an undetermined amount of time that we can discuss. anything helps. allure needs a place to stay in, please, ill find a way to raise money if necessary, please. it needs a place for today. its waiting for her passport and needs to stay somewhere for some time
reblog for reach and dm me for SERIOUS discussions for possible housing only. please, someone trustworthy. allure is not doing well mentally, and needs space, privacy, understanding and kindness rn
Allure needs company. Pls, help us find someone who can house her for at least a week and to help it take care of itself. She also needs her friends and community to support her
Hey not to be a downer but just so we’re all aware the Supreme Court just voted to criminalize homelessness and gut every administrative agency that keeps corporations from poisoning our food water and air
warnings: doggystyle dry humping, soft dom konig, not proofread
i think konig would be super into dry humping, just cause of how passionate it is. just being too horny to take off your clothes and fuck, he thinks it's so hot. and his love for dry humping really comes into play during a makeout session one night on his bed, when all of a sudden you find yourself being manhandled onto your hands and knees. you press your face into the sheets below you as you feel his still-clothed hips press into you from behind, and you can feel how hard he is.
"mmh, good. arch your back f'me." he groans, hips starting to buck forward softly. you feel him rubbing against you, and you moan into the sheets. he's pressing into you so deliciously, hands locked to your hips as he grinds on you. you're so flustered, he can see it when you peek over your shoulder to watch him thrust against your covered pussy. "bitte, stay just like that. can feel how wet you are."
next thing you know, he's curling his massive body over yours and humping you in an animalistic manner, and it feels so good. better than you ever thought it could. praise is spewing out of his mouth. he wants to make you feel so good, so so bad. his fingers are digging into you, and you know there might be bruises later. but you can't focus on that when you're busy cumming in your panties from him dry humping you :(((
then you feel how damp his sweats get when he cums. he thrusts into you weakly a few more times, and you push back and squirm against him to make him moan. he pulls back and flips you over onto your back, not bothering to strip off his stained pants. he kisses you gently, observing your disheveled state and subtly rubbing your sides. "we should do this more often." he mutters. you agree.
He’s finally getting some action and honestly it’s all a bit much. Smut, MNDI ta xox
“Don’t put that thing near me!” You yelp, cowering away from him “Get it out of my face!”
König looks torn, his face fixed somewhere between amusement and confusion.
“It’s just a spider maus, much smaller than you are.”
“Yes, thank you! I know that! Take it outside!”
His eyebrow quirks at the snap in your voice, but he does what he’s told, ferrying the spider towards the balcony.
The critter surprised you in the bathroom this morning, it’s hairy legs looked ready to scuttle towards your bare feet at a rapid pace. So after retching and attempting to put a glass over it, you did the mature thing and called your Austrian neighbour.
König returns, having placed the spider gently outside. It’s odd, seeing him handling things with tremulous care, when you know he kills people for a living. He stands swinging his arms awkwardly, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.
It’s been nearly a week since your first date. You’ve been so busy, there’s barely been time to eat, let alone return his odd little love texts, or neatly worded notes posted on your front door.
While you rushed around oblivious, König was having an existential crisis. Did you like him? If you liked him why didn’t you return his increasingly desperate messages? You let him kiss you, so that must mean something? Or could you smell the virginity on him and had that frightened you off?
He’s spent an unhealthy amount of time staring into your apartment from his own. At first he thought you were deliberately staying away from every window, then he realised you were getting home late every night.
He wondered if there was another man at play. Seething with vicious envy, he considered breaking into your apartment, head full of deranged plans of murdering his rival. But when he got his binoculars out and watched your sleeping form curled up on the couch, he decided against picking the locks to your front door.
You looked so tired, still fully dressed with your smart outfit creased from a days hard work.
So now he isn’t sure what to think, his mind working overtime to try and come up with something intelligent to say. It’s difficult to concentrate though, the way those little shorts are cutting off across the flesh of your thighs.
“Thanks for dealing.” You sigh, sinking down into a sitting position on the chair you were formerly standing on. “Sorry I’ve been so shit - are you busy today? Shall we do something together?”
“I’m not busy.” König replies just a little bit too quickly, then curses himself internally for being so eager.
“Cool! Let me grab a shower and I’ll be with you.”
Azure orbs blink at you hopefully, a careful smile curling his features. He’s been stealing himself to do this ever since his feet left the threshold of his own apartment.
In one long stride he’s at your side, two large palms pressed tight against your cheeks as he plants a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips.
You huff slightly with surprise, as tentatively his tongue flicks against your own, the minty taste of his freshly brushed teeth whispering in your mouth.
When you run your hands up his broad shoulders and place them around König’s tense neck, he moans softly. Grasping fingers start to clutch at your body, manhandling your hips and arse as he backs you slowly towards the couch.
Very swiftly he starts to become more desperate, the weight of him settling on top of you, between your thighs while his mouth devours yours. His kiss has improved, still needy but less crushingly brutal.
Panting, as you feel his cock stiffening against your leg, you shoot him a coy look under your lashes.
“Where the fuck did that come from?!”
König blushes furiously. He can’t tell you that he’s spent all week practicing, by watching YouTube tutorials and making out with the back of his hand. So instead he starts licking and nipping his way greedily along your collar bone.
After several long minutes of König grinding on you, alternating between heavy breaths in the crook of your neck and bruising kisses, he works up the courage to put his hand on your breast.
You aren’t wearing a bra and instantly your nipple hardens to a little bud under his touch. The slow exhale that leaves your mouth, has König gazing at you anxiously, about to release his grip.
Sensing his uncertainty, you place a palm over his.
“Don’t stop.”
With difficulty you tug your old t-shirt off and expose yourself to him. König fumbles at your tits, ears red as he quivers over you. Without thinking about it too much, his mouth takes your pebbled peak and starts to suck in earnest.
You let out a little whimper of your own, running your fingers through his cropped hair.
König shudders violently, teeth grazing your flesh as his hips jerk uncontrollably against your own. Staring down at him, you feel the wet patch spreading across his front on your bare thigh.
“Did you just…?”
He buries his face between your tits, still riding out the high he’s reached in his boxers.
“Sorry.” König murmurs, voice muffled and the back of his neck now puce with humiliation. “It’s um…been a while.”
Lying through his teeth, König prays you won’t notice the way he’s trembling like a mutt about to be scolded.
Jesus he looks so pathetic. He knows it, can practically smell the scorn echoing off you. But when you speak, your voice is kind.
“S’okay, it’s been awhile for me too. Wanna shower with me big boi?”
Frankly he could do with cleaning up and you could also use some cooling off. He follows you wide eyed into your bathroom, dick already twitching at the thought of seeing you naked.
You strip off teasingly, batting his pawing mitts off you. When you step into the warm jet of water, he slides in behind you, length already starting to harden again. He must have undressed at lightning speed.
Grinning, you take him in, all fierce damp muscles towering above you. His eyes are flashing between your sex, tits and face like he has no idea which to focus on.
When you reach out to stroke his cock, now fully erect and jutting against the wiry hair on his navel, he stops your hand. König sinks to his knees on the wet floor and pulls your mons towards his face.
“Can I…?” He asks hesitantly, baby blues heavily fluttering under lust filled eyelids, rubbing his nose just above your slit.
König has never eaten pussy before. But he’s watched enough on the internet to know most people enjoy it. He wants a taste of you so badly, maybe if he pleases you enough, you’ll let him stick around.
In answer to him, you hook one leg over his bulky shoulder. He’s shy at first, unsure of himself. König feels the intense weight of needing to pleasure your weeping cunt well, alongside his crushing inexperience.
The pressure is heavy, almost choking him once or twice. But as his wide tongue rubs another circle over the puffy nerves of your clit, you grip his head tight.
“Right there, fuck!”
So he keeps going, getting lost in your cunt, mind emptying of any other thoughts. König stops worrying about whether he’s doing too much or too little, just listening to the pretty sounds emanating from your body and how nice your slick tastes on his tongue.
You’re on a knife edge of ecstasy, almost at your climax. There’s a tingling in your stomach, that delicious feeling of tension as the sensation builds under his mouth.
König is short of breath, fist tightening around his prick to try and stave off a second embarrassing early ejaculation. Hot breath huffs against your labia as the steam in the room intensifies.
With the sealing of his lips around your clit, you break. Legs shaking while you cry out.
Slumping back against the wall, you watch him blinking water out of his eyes, as he fights not to cum at the sight of your swollen, glistening cunt fluttering for him.
When you take him into your mouth, tongue finally teasing the sensitive veins admired from a distance, he lasts less than a minute. But that’s okay you reassure him, watching his body humming with joy at the sound of your words.
“I need to tell you something.” König mutters at his feet, while you playfully towel dry his hair, spikes of it standing on end.
“What?” You reply, after a long pause during which he shuffled awkwardly on overlarge feet.
König blinks rapidly.
“I like you.”
The words finally make it out of his mouth. You smile and return the phrase.
But you have a notion there’s something else he wants to tell you…
I felt slightly bad making him cum in his boxers from touching a boob. But hey here we are. I think he’s catching feels 👀
hi, can I request a plus size reader who keeps running away from könig bc she thinks she's undesirable but the chase just makes könig get turned on ever more? and he finally dominate her, breeding her full and a lil dub con would be nice.
sorry if's too much and sorry the English, it's my 2nd language. btw big ass fan of your writing :(
plus size!reader who thinks she’s undesirable despite the affection her big boyfriend showers her in :(( nowt wrong with your english, pet. and i’m a big arse fan of you 🫵🏻 :3
mdni. slight dub-con, cat and mouse pursuit, obsessive/yandere themes, in public, no foreplay :(, praise, sappy and sloppy, dom x sub, shy!reader, down-bad könig, very big-dicked könig :((, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie !! not proofread </3
creds to the original creator of this image, whoever ya are ((:
you’re not sure how long you’ve been walking aimlessly, lost in thought. you just don’t feel good enough for him. he’s so beautiful — perfect in every aspect of whatever ‘perfect’ equates to. you’d bagged the austrian war machine somehow, at some point. he’d approached you in a club, noticing you alone and nursing the same drink since you’d arrived, stirring the liquor with an olive-speared cocktail stick. the rest is history.
but you just can’t wrap your head around the fact that he’s yours. you’re in love the fact that you’re his. but why is he so content with you? he should be with a woman of athletic stature, like him. right? you’ve asked him before, and every time he tells you, “you think too much, schatz. i love you the way you are. i do not care for shape or size.”
and könig would remind you that he’s no arnold schwarzenegger or apollo creed himself. he has thick, meaty thighs and bulky shoulders — almost too wide for his body. he has firm fat on his pectorals that jiggle when he walks, like yours. his stomach folds when he sits down and bends over, quite chubby in the lower region where his pubic bone extends. his biceps aren’t defined or ripped, but more beefy with a little squidge if you pinch them.
and he doesn’t give a flying fuck. in fact, he’ll care when fucks can fly. he doesn’t understand why you’re so conscious of your appearance. könig worships your body. he’ll touch you whenever the opportunity strikes, hands cupping, massaging, rubbing, stroking, resting as soon as the chance presents itself. but you just can’t accept that his admirations and reassurances are genuine. he’s too good for you. he should be with someone who is confident and self-assured. someone who’s willing to give themselves to him sexually.
it’s your own low opinion of yourself that’s holding back the intimate domains of your relationship; in the sense that you’ve not had sex yet. again, könig doesn’t care. he’ll wait for you. he’ll wait until fucks fly (preferably the fuck you give about your weight), but he understands it’s a deep and meaningful forte.
and great, now you don’t know where you are. you stop in your tracks, glancing around at your surroundings. you’re losing light as the setting sun kisses the horizon, the silhouette of distant trees skimming the pinkish clouds. you pull your phone from your pocket — he’s been blowing it up. fifty messages at least. you could backtrack, you guess. but then you’d have to face him. you’ve done this before, left your shared home. he finds you every time, but he’s never mad. only ever concerned and self-deprecating, rambling that he should be better.
so you keep walking, fingers kneading at your tummy as you do. your lower belly moves independently from your physique with the low incline of your stride — but only slightly. no one else would notice, not that they’d be looking. but you always notice, and it makes you feel like you matter a little less. you’re walking away from the one person who makes you feel like you belong. who lets you know that you have every right to feel comfortable in your own skin. but he shouldn’t have to, because he should be with someone prettier. someone skinnier.
your phone rings then, a selfie of you and könig displaying as his caller id shows on the screen. you swallow, still wandering like a headless chicken towards the treeline up ahead. “hey.” you answer, twigs snapping beneath your feet once you reach the woods. “why are you doing this again, mein liebe?” his voice is soft and inquisitive. he’s so patient with you. “i’m sorry.” you sniffle, emotions finally getting to you. “i can’t give you what you want.”
“and what is it i want that you think you can’t give me?” he asks you, his signal slightly distorted. it sounds like he’s outside too, probably looking for you. you don’t answer his question, holding the phone to your ear as you walk in silence. leaves rustle beneath you, birds chirping above.
“you look beautiful today, haser. that dress is new, ja?”
you stop dead, heart plummeting into your churning gut. you spin on the spot as you look around, eyes darting like a compass in a blizzard. “könig?” your voice wavers, chest heaving as you scan every bush, every tree, every fallen trunk. “did you follow me again?” now it’s your turn for the silent treatment. “könig, where are you?”
“run.”
and you swear you can already hear his footsteps thundering towards you when you flee, the call still connected as you sprint through shrubbery and branches. an evil chuckle echoes from his line and you whimper, nostrils flaring and cheeks burning as you hurry, weaving the obstacles of nature in your path. “that’s right, little rabbit. don’t let me catch you.” his sinister voice tells you — distorted. “let’s make a deal.”
you glance over your shoulder, almost tripping over as your legs carry you haphazardly through the brush. “if you escape, i promise not to come for you.” his voice proposes, but you swear you can hear it somewhere behind you. ”but if i catch you, you’ll never leave me again. ja?”
you cry out, exhausted. doubling over, you brace yourself against the nearest tree, face glistening with a thin film of sweat. you hang up the phone, huffing out staggered breaths while you check the coast is clear. something snaps nearby, no doubt under the heel of a combat boot. you clasp a hand over your mouth and nose, steadying your breaths. the phone rings again and your heart drops when his face appears on your screen. a notification pops down, then.
pick up, herzchen.
you swipe it away and stub your thumb onto the red button, declining his call. leaning back, you allow your head to thud against the tree, windswept hair sticking to the rough bark like velcro. your heart rate skips when movement to your left alerts you of your uninvited company. he’s closer than you’d anticipated. your mobile vibrates yet again in your palm and your resolve crumbles. “leave me alone, please.” you plead with him, eyes flitting back and forth. he chuckles, darkly. a shiver rockets down your spine.
“you look ravishing, my dear; panting against that tree like that. i can see your skin sweating through your new dress. are you trying to turn me on?”
your lips part to retort, but you feel a hot breath fan over your neck and you shriek, dropping your phone as you duck away and swivel on the balls of your feet. he’s standing behind the tree, tall and menacing. his blue eyes pierce into your wide ones, wild and feral. you hadn’t heard him approach you. he’s frighteningly sneaky for his size.
“caught you, little mouse.”
you start to back away, shaking your head ‘no’ with your arms outstretched. but as quick as a hiccup he’s launching himself at you, pouncing on his prey as he tackles you to the forest floor. you squeal, the wind knocked out of you as he settles himself above you, parting your legs with his hand. “oh, schatz. you must stop running from me. i’ll always find you.”
you sniffle, hands weakly attempting to push him off. “why? why do you keep coming back for me?” his mask shifts as he frowns, head tilting like a curious mutt. “you are my liebling, nein? and also, finders keepers.” his hands caress the soft slope of your belly and the pudge of your sides, before sliding down to embrace the plump curves of your hips. “but why me?” you ask again, attempting to squirm away from his touches.
“i believe there is somebody out there for everyone.” he tells you, lifting your dress up so he can reveal your clothed pussy to him. stretch marks decorate your lower belly and upper thighs, faint cellulite dimples peppering the loose flesh. the sight gives him a drastic erection, the rigid outline of his straining cock imprinting the front of his cargos. “and you are my somebody.”
you wiggle and writhe when his hands vacate yours to arrive at his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it. “könig, anyone could see.” you whisper, raising your head to look around. he shushes you, gently pushing your head back down, before traipsing his finger down the divot of your cleavage, over the swell of your tummy, and between your legs. you suck in a shallow breath when he hooks the hem of your cotton panties, ripping them from you like it’s no biggie.
“no one comes out here. only silly girls who insist on running away, ja?” he confidently states, freeing his hard cock with a relieved sigh. your eyes bulge from their sockets, jaws literally dropping. he’s fucking huge, his cockhead sitting above his belly button when his length springs upright to slap his stomach. your pussy clenches at the thought of it being inside you, juices drooling down your arse crack of their one accord.
“let me show you, mausebärchen… how much i love this body of yours.” he crawls over you, his sniper hood draping over your chin and neck when his face levels with yours. you can only gawk up at him wordlessly, dumbfounded. your heart thaws at his determination to make you feel valued and attractive. you muster a small smile, eyes starting to water when he humps the swollen tip of his dick through your slick folds.
the stretch alone of your pussy lips spreading for him stings, and you can only imagine the pain of what’s to come when he finally enters you. “i will be gentle, haser.” he assures, as if reading your mind. “but i am big, so it will be… uncomfortable, no matter what.” you nod, eyes unable to part ways with his.
soon, he’s lubricated himself in your wetness enough to contemplate pushing in, cockhead resting heavily at your entrance. he tucks his face into your neck when he begins to roll his hips forward and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your fingers curl into the dirt beneath you. könig bends your legs, granting himself an easier angle to work with as he manouvers himself into you, his belly sandwiching against yours. you whimper, tears spurting with the dull ache of your cunt widening dramatically to take him.
“you’re doing so well, meine liebling. just a little more.” he praises you, hips still rocking gently as he tries to fit his impressive length between your tight walls. he’s slotted halfway into you so far, and he knows you’re struggling to adjust. “never mind.” he decides, propping himself on one arm so he can wipe the tears from your flushed cheeks. “i will not go any deeper.”
you frown, feeling guilty. “a-are you sure?” you peer between you, seeing a good portion of his cock still exposed. “ja, schatz. if you can only take my tip, that’s all you will get.” he practically demands as he commences soft strokes, thrusting his cockhead through your velvety cunt slowly and thoughtfully. you gasp, hands flying to cling onto his back, the muscles beneath his skin twitching and rippling with his efforts.
it takes ever fibre of self-control for könig to not ram his entire cock into your soaked cunny, having to bite his lip until he tastes blood to refrain from snapping his hips all the way. “gott, you’re so tight. so beautiful.” he drawls, hands planting on either side of your head, the lewd sounds of heavy breathing and broken moans filling the clearing. your pussy squelches around him, gradually sucking a little more of his length with each careful drag of his cock.
his gaze is fixated on your stomach, a few rolls present thanks to way he has you positioned. he can see the bump of his cockhead bulging below the flesh as he starts to sink deeper, a raw heat stirring in his balls. “perfect body for a mother.” he mindlessly tells you, and you swear you can see drool soaking through his mask. “let me make you one. let me fill you with my child, ja?”
you mewl, nails scratching at his back through the fabric of his compression shirt. “oh god, whatever you want.” you moan, face contorted with pleasure. “shit- ah!”
he grunts, retaining a deliberate and dexterous pace within you as he concentrates on giving your body the treatment it deserves. “i will breed you, liebe. i’ll breed you so full.” he blurts deliriously, drowned out by your cock-drunk whines. he chases the ambition with admirable determination, grunts and even whimpers falling from his mouth as he breeds your pussy — slurping around him.
before long you start to tremble, a white bliss bubbling in your loins as your uterus contracts. könig curses, sweat dampening his hood as his tempo starts to stutter and jitter. you wrap your limbs around him like a cub, face nuzzling in his chest to muffle your cries when you finally succumb to the rapture, milking him dry as he hits the same high in tandem with you.
he continues rocking into you, knees surely bruised and his trousers definitely mud-stained as he stays bent over your frame, mumbling drowsily about planting his baby in your pretty stomach. he doesn’t stop until he’s certain you couldn’t be any more full up.
könig is definitely the type of man to keep you in bed all morning on christmas. he’s soo clingy and he refuses to break it for a second.
he gets to spoil you every day of the year but this holiday is one of the few days he gets to spoil himself. and you know he’d be so selfishly selfless with it, too. you’d think him focusing on you for hours without break was his way of showing his love for you, which it certainly is, but at the same time he’s really just doing it all for himself.
lying on his stomach with his head between your thighs as you’re both still so sleepy having just woken up, kissing and marking all up your thighs before even thinking about removing your cotton panties. licking at the little wet spot of fabric that forms from his teasing but he’s too far into his own headspace to even recognize how horribly he’s torturing you. soft and gentle lapping at your clit soon turns into him full-on finger fucking you after your first orgasm cause he adores so much how you lose your breath, convulse so, so tightly around him, and unintentionally tug harshly at his hair when you come.
he’ll fuck you in all of them later but his favorite positions so early in the morning are lazy missionary and prone. just the way your entire body presses up against his has him so cozy, and how he gets to bury his face in your neck and hair whilst listening to your soft whines and panting. your giggles when he grabs your leg and flips you over onto your front so easily, wrapping his big arms around your chest and shamelessly crushing you with his weight. you just get so pliable when you’re given his cock and he wants to play with you for hours.
he gives you breaks in between and each time you think he’s finally letting you out of bed, but instead he’ll be dragging you onto his lap for another make-out session that’ll soon turn into you riding him.
you tell him so many times that you wanna open presents, show him all the little knick knacks you got him but the fucker just responds with something like, “why would we need to do that when i’ve got everything i want right here?” before going down on you again. and if you’re still complaining after that, he’ll just grumble before leaning over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, and pulling out a pretty box with some sort of jewelry for you. he’s always prepared!!
König who didn't know heaven until he felt the vice of your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his girthy cock, gritting his teeth as he restrains himself while your walls spread to accommodate his large size.
His massive frame is practically shaking above you as he holds himself back from bottoming out inside of you in one rough push, instead reveling in the way you mewl and whimper beneath him. "S'too big, König," you'd keen, and he'd damn near cum on the spot seeing the wide-eyed glossy gaze of yours looking up at him with a pleading expression. He'd coo and calm you down, talking you through each pushed-in inch as he finally found the promise land when his heavy balls fell against the swell of your ass, his cock buried to the base inside of your velvety, fluttering cunt.
König who just loves you, his little darling, especially when you're a pliable little fuck-doll limp beneath him as he pummels into your slick cunt.
need to sit in between ghost legs as he tells könig the proper way to eat my cunt 🥲
KSEOODBAKDJDUFHRJEE ITS A NEED
sorry it’s short
ghost would be so bossy!! his arms gently wrapped around your neck, lips gently moving across your collarbone; listening to your soft mewls as the redhead between your thighs lapped at your cunt—tongue flicking along your folds, huffing in arousal!!
‘don’t rush, y’ need to take your time, go slow.’
the gruff voice above you commanded, hands moving to cup your breasts, gently groping at the fat;snickering as könig nodded, whining slightly—before slowing his movements; big nose bumping against ur clit!!
‘better. how’s it taste? tell us.’
the austrian let out a soft whine, your eyes fluttering back with soft gasps, his tongue flat against your cunt, hips grinding against his face—muffled speech coming from him, vibrations brushing against your puffy clit!!
‘tastes..tastes so good; sehr, sehr gut.’
‘yeah? sounds like it.’
the blonde mocked, reaching over to tug at königs hair, shoving the man’s face into your pussy, immediately eating you out like his last meal, hands digging into the curve of your thighs, panting like a dog!!
lewd slurping sounds caused you to hide your face in your hand, a chuckle erupting from ghosts chest, thumbs tweaking with your nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger.
hi, can I request a plus size reader who keeps running away from könig bc she thinks she's undesirable but the chase just makes könig get turned on ever more? and he finally dominate her, breeding her full and a lil dub con would be nice.
sorry if's too much and sorry the English, it's my 2nd language. btw big ass fan of your writing :(
plus size!reader who thinks she’s undesirable despite the affection her big boyfriend showers her in :(( nowt wrong with your english, pet. and i’m a big arse fan of you 🫵🏻 :3
mdni. slight dub-con, cat and mouse pursuit, obsessive/yandere themes, in public, no foreplay :(, praise, sappy and sloppy, dom x sub, shy!reader, down-bad könig, very big-dicked könig :((, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie !! not proofread </3
creds to the original creator of this image, whoever ya are ((:
you’re not sure how long you’ve been walking aimlessly, lost in thought. you just don’t feel good enough for him. he’s so beautiful — perfect in every aspect of whatever ‘perfect’ equates to. you’d bagged the austrian war machine somehow, at some point. he’d approached you in a club, noticing you alone and nursing the same drink since you’d arrived, stirring the liquor with an olive-speared cocktail stick. the rest is history.
but you just can’t wrap your head around the fact that he’s yours. you’re in love the fact that you’re his. but why is he so content with you? he should be with a woman of athletic stature, like him. right? you’ve asked him before, and every time he tells you, “you think too much, schatz. i love you the way you are. i do not care for shape or size.”
and könig would remind you that he’s no arnold schwarzenegger or apollo creed himself. he has thick, meaty thighs and bulky shoulders — almost too wide for his body. he has firm fat on his pectorals that jiggle when he walks, like yours. his stomach folds when he sits down and bends over, quite chubby in the lower region where his pubic bone extends. his biceps aren’t defined or ripped, but more beefy with a little squidge if you pinch them.
and he doesn’t give a flying fuck. in fact, he’ll care when fucks can fly. he doesn’t understand why you’re so conscious of your appearance. könig worships your body. he’ll touch you whenever the opportunity strikes, hands cupping, massaging, rubbing, stroking, resting as soon as the chance presents itself. but you just can’t accept that his admirations and reassurances are genuine. he’s too good for you. he should be with someone who is confident and self-assured. someone who’s willing to give themselves to him sexually.
it’s your own low opinion of yourself that’s holding back the intimate domains of your relationship; in the sense that you’ve not had sex yet. again, könig doesn’t care. he’ll wait for you. he’ll wait until fucks fly (preferably the fuck you give about your weight), but he understands it’s a deep and meaningful forte.
and great, now you don’t know where you are. you stop in your tracks, glancing around at your surroundings. you’re losing light as the setting sun kisses the horizon, the silhouette of distant trees skimming the pinkish clouds. you pull your phone from your pocket — he’s been blowing it up. fifty messages at least. you could backtrack, you guess. but then you’d have to face him. you’ve done this before, left your shared home. he finds you every time, but he’s never mad. only ever concerned and self-deprecating, rambling that he should be better.
so you keep walking, fingers kneading at your tummy as you do. your lower belly moves independently from your physique with the low incline of your stride — but only slightly. no one else would notice, not that they’d be looking. but you always notice, and it makes you feel like you matter a little less. you’re walking away from the one person who makes you feel like you belong. who lets you know that you have every right to feel comfortable in your own skin. but he shouldn’t have to, because he should be with someone prettier. someone skinnier.
your phone rings then, a selfie of you and könig displaying as his caller id shows on the screen. you swallow, still wandering like a headless chicken towards the treeline up ahead. “hey.” you answer, twigs snapping beneath your feet once you reach the woods. “why are you doing this again, mein liebe?” his voice is soft and inquisitive. he’s so patient with you. “i’m sorry.” you sniffle, emotions finally getting to you. “i can’t give you what you want.”
“and what is it i want that you think you can’t give me?” he asks you, his signal slightly distorted. it sounds like he’s outside too, probably looking for you. you don’t answer his question, holding the phone to your ear as you walk in silence. leaves rustle beneath you, birds chirping above.
“you look beautiful today, haser. that dress is new, ja?”
you stop dead, heart plummeting into your churning gut. you spin on the spot as you look around, eyes darting like a compass in a blizzard. “könig?” your voice wavers, chest heaving as you scan every bush, every tree, every fallen trunk. “did you follow me again?” now it’s your turn for the silent treatment. “könig, where are you?”
“run.”
and you swear you can already hear his footsteps thundering towards you when you flee, the call still connected as you sprint through shrubbery and branches. an evil chuckle echoes from his line and you whimper, nostrils flaring and cheeks burning as you hurry, weaving the obstacles of nature in your path. “that’s right, little rabbit. don’t let me catch you.” his sinister voice tells you — distorted. “let’s make a deal.”
you glance over your shoulder, almost tripping over as your legs carry you haphazardly through the brush. “if you escape, i promise not to come for you.” his voice proposes, but you swear you can hear it somewhere behind you. ”but if i catch you, you’ll never leave me again. ja?”
you cry out, exhausted. doubling over, you brace yourself against the nearest tree, face glistening with a thin film of sweat. you hang up the phone, huffing out staggered breaths while you check the coast is clear. something snaps nearby, no doubt under the heel of a combat boot. you clasp a hand over your mouth and nose, steadying your breaths. the phone rings again and your heart drops when his face appears on your screen. a notification pops down, then.
pick up, herzchen.
you swipe it away and stub your thumb onto the red button, declining his call. leaning back, you allow your head to thud against the tree, windswept hair sticking to the rough bark like velcro. your heart rate skips when movement to your left alerts you of your uninvited company. he’s closer than you’d anticipated. your mobile vibrates yet again in your palm and your resolve crumbles. “leave me alone, please.” you plead with him, eyes flitting back and forth. he chuckles, darkly. a shiver rockets down your spine.
“you look ravishing, my dear; panting against that tree like that. i can see your skin sweating through your new dress. are you trying to turn me on?”
your lips part to retort, but you feel a hot breath fan over your neck and you shriek, dropping your phone as you duck away and swivel on the balls of your feet. he’s standing behind the tree, tall and menacing. his blue eyes pierce into your wide ones, wild and feral. you hadn’t heard him approach you. he’s frighteningly sneaky for his size.
“caught you, little mouse.”
you start to back away, shaking your head ‘no’ with your arms outstretched. but as quick as a hiccup he’s launching himself at you, pouncing on his prey as he tackles you to the forest floor. you squeal, the wind knocked out of you as he settles himself above you, parting your legs with his hand. “oh, schatz. you must stop running from me. i’ll always find you.”
you sniffle, hands weakly attempting to push him off. “why? why do you keep coming back for me?” his mask shifts as he frowns, head tilting like a curious mutt. “you are my liebling, nein? and also, finders keepers.” his hands caress the soft slope of your belly and the pudge of your sides, before sliding down to embrace the plump curves of your hips. “but why me?” you ask again, attempting to squirm away from his touches.
“i believe there is somebody out there for everyone.” he tells you, lifting your dress up so he can reveal your clothed pussy to him. stretch marks decorate your lower belly and upper thighs, faint cellulite dimples peppering the loose flesh. the sight gives him a drastic erection, the rigid outline of his straining cock imprinting the front of his cargos. “and you are my somebody.”
you wiggle and writhe when his hands vacate yours to arrive at his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it. “könig, anyone could see.” you whisper, raising your head to look around. he shushes you, gently pushing your head back down, before traipsing his finger down the divot of your cleavage, over the swell of your tummy, and between your legs. you suck in a shallow breath when he hooks the hem of your cotton panties, ripping them from you like it’s no biggie.
“no one comes out here. only silly girls who insist on running away, ja?” he confidently states, freeing his hard cock with a relieved sigh. your eyes bulge from their sockets, jaws literally dropping. he’s fucking huge, his cockhead sitting above his belly button when his length springs upright to slap his stomach. your pussy clenches at the thought of it being inside you, juices drooling down your arse crack of their one accord.
“let me show you, mausebärchen… how much i love this body of yours.” he crawls over you, his sniper hood draping over your chin and neck when his face levels with yours. you can only gawk up at him wordlessly, dumbfounded. your heart thaws at his determination to make you feel valued and attractive. you muster a small smile, eyes starting to water when he humps the swollen tip of his dick through your slick folds.
the stretch alone of your pussy lips spreading for him stings, and you can only imagine the pain of what’s to come when he finally enters you. “i will be gentle, haser.” he assures, as if reading your mind. “but i am big, so it will be… uncomfortable, no matter what.” you nod, eyes unable to part ways with his.
soon, he’s lubricated himself in your wetness enough to contemplate pushing in, cockhead resting heavily at your entrance. he tucks his face into your neck when he begins to roll his hips forward and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your fingers curl into the dirt beneath you. könig bends your legs, granting himself an easier angle to work with as he manouvers himself into you, his belly sandwiching against yours. you whimper, tears spurting with the dull ache of your cunt widening dramatically to take him.
“you’re doing so well, meine liebling. just a little more.” he praises you, hips still rocking gently as he tries to fit his impressive length between your tight walls. he’s slotted halfway into you so far, and he knows you’re struggling to adjust. “never mind.” he decides, propping himself on one arm so he can wipe the tears from your flushed cheeks. “i will not go any deeper.”
you frown, feeling guilty. “a-are you sure?” you peer between you, seeing a good portion of his cock still exposed. “ja, schatz. if you can only take my tip, that’s all you will get.” he practically demands as he commences soft strokes, thrusting his cockhead through your velvety cunt slowly and thoughtfully. you gasp, hands flying to cling onto his back, the muscles beneath his skin twitching and rippling with his efforts.
it takes ever fibre of self-control for könig to not ram his entire cock into your soaked cunny, having to bite his lip until he tastes blood to refrain from snapping his hips all the way. “gott, you’re so tight. so beautiful.” he drawls, hands planting on either side of your head, the lewd sounds of heavy breathing and broken moans filling the clearing. your pussy squelches around him, gradually sucking a little more of his length with each careful drag of his cock.
his gaze is fixated on your stomach, a few rolls present thanks to way he has you positioned. he can see the bump of his cockhead bulging below the flesh as he starts to sink deeper, a raw heat stirring in his balls. “perfect body for a mother.” he mindlessly tells you, and you swear you can see drool soaking through his mask. “let me make you one. let me fill you with my child, ja?”
you mewl, nails scratching at his back through the fabric of his compression shirt. “oh god, whatever you want.” you moan, face contorted with pleasure. “shit- ah!”
he grunts, retaining a deliberate and dexterous pace within you as he concentrates on giving your body the treatment it deserves. “i will breed you, liebe. i’ll breed you so full.” he blurts deliriously, drowned out by your cock-drunk whines. he chases the ambition with admirable determination, grunts and even whimpers falling from his mouth as he breeds your pussy — slurping around him.
before long you start to tremble, a white bliss bubbling in your loins as your uterus contracts. könig curses, sweat dampening his hood as his tempo starts to stutter and jitter. you wrap your limbs around him like a cub, face nuzzling in his chest to muffle your cries when you finally succumb to the rapture, milking him dry as he hits the same high in tandem with you.
he continues rocking into you, knees surely bruised and his trousers definitely mud-stained as he stays bent over your frame, mumbling drowsily about planting his baby in your pretty stomach. he doesn’t stop until he’s certain you couldn’t be any more full up.
Although he loves to watch your face contort with pleasure as he slides his long, thick meaty cock in and out of you, he can’t help but submit to the idea of watching the fat of your ass jiggle against his hips as he fucks you doggy style. This can also be said for reverse cowgirl.
He loves to watch your cunt grip him from behind, relishing the view and sounds of your soppy walls squelching around him.
The main reason he loves to fuck you from behind, has to be because he can easily slip a thumb right into your virgin ass, handling you like a bowling ball as he pumps into you. He’ll use his thick thumb to control your speed, not allowing you to throw your ass back onto his dick and drive him crazy like you know you do.
König is obsessed with having you on top of him, your back to his chest and your feet propped up on his knees as he drills into you mercilessly. He can easily reach around and wrap his big hand around your throat, play with your nipples and ferociously rub at your clit. You love this position too, savoring the feeling of him moaning into your hair.
He often finds himself unable to contain himself from slipping into you during spoon-time, holding your leg up with one hand as he chokes you with the other. Cuddle time leads to this more often than not, but you weren’t complaining. His insatiable appetite for your sopping cunt was the reason you both couldn’t last long while embracing each other.
The mating press is also among his favorites. He favors the way your breathing restricts as he presses his weight into your thighs, folding you like a lawn chair. It also allows him to get so deep into you, filling you up to the brim with his hot cum. He can feel the way your body jolts with delicious pain as he slams into your cervix, practically feeling your womb graze the tip of his fat dick. He loves the way this position fuels his breeding kink.
Your crush at the diner is growing stronger and you finally make a move. But it doesn’t go as you imagined.
Hiii so I’m in love with this giant of a man and I decided to add him to my collection of characters I write for!!! I hope you enjoy and lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics with him! Thank you to dolly, @xxhellfirebunnyxx and @marchsfreakshow for helping me with this!!!
Warnings! Age gap! (Reader is 27) Slight angst! Blow job! Fingering! Unprotected sex! Slight degrading! Praise! Talks you through it! Going off of fan lore for him!
Konig often visited the same diner when he couldn’t sleep. Which was usually most nights of the week. You were there with your own set of problems plaguing your mind but your current infatuation with the very large man wasn’t weaning at all. He wore a mask a lot of times but when he didn’t, he was very handsome. Late thirties to maybe forty.
You were drinking hot chocolate when you felt a presence behind you cup your ass as you were waiting for a muffin. “Hey!” You turned around and saw John, a regular, with a sick smirk.
“Sorry. It’s just so hard to resist an ass like that.”
You didn’t expect Konig to quickly rise from his seat the second John leered at you again. His muscular hand latched around the smaller male's arm and spun him around. “Leave the lady alone.” He leaned down, 6’10 in height. “Now.” He growled close to his face. His mask slipping.
You swallowed from his accented voice and your stomach fluttered from his demand. John was intimidated and he quickly scurried off. Wise.
Konigs eyes softened when he looked at you and he crossed over in a single step. “I’m sorry, miss. He won’t do it again. I’ll make sure of it.” He spoke with authority, you knew he was in the military.
“Thank you, sir.” You tilted your head up as he dipped his own in a nod.
“I’ve seen you here but I’ve never asked your name, liebling.” The endearment made your chest warm as you told him.
“That’s a lovely name. Konig, at your service.” He outstretched his massive palm and it engulfed yours as you gently shook. His skin was warm and calloused. Yet comforting.
You gave him a smile and he seemed to harden at that. “Well, I best be going now, young lady.” He emphasized young which made you battle the urge to remind him you’re not a child but he walked away, his boots echoing on the wood floor of the restaurant.
You thought about him all night as you removed your makeup and changed into your nightclothes. You tossed and turned in bed for a half hour before you caved and searched for any signs of him on social media. What you did find was an article with his achievements. One of them was a description of him saving a bunch of people from human trafficking. He was a hero. He seemed to dislike photos considering there were hardly any. But from what you gathered, Konig was a mystery.
One you were determined to figure out.
You again couldn’t sleep. And you decided to get your favorite source of hot chocolate as you shivered from the drizzle of rain outside as you stepped inside the diner. Michael, the owner, gave you a smile and called out, “The usual, hon?” You nodded gratefully and your stomach fluttered when you saw Konig at his seat, his thick legs spread wide in his jeans as he flipped through a book in German.
You blushed at his reading glasses and hid a smile as you collected your hot chocolate and snack you always got. You chose your most flattering leggings at the off chance he was here as you casually sat diagonally from him on the other side. Konig had his mask on but the bottom was pulled up as he drank something, you saw the tea bag.
You wondered what flavor it was and you knew you could just ask him but…he was so still as he flipped a page. You noticed a watch on his wrist as he checked the time and sighed.
You wondered if he was tired of not sleeping too. He glanced up and his crystal eyes locked on yours. You saw them crinkle in what you assumed was a smile. You met the expression and stood, taking your cup with you as you approached him.
“Hi Konig. Can’t sleep either?” You tried not to fidget.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s difficult these days. You’d think after a long day I’d be tired but…” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “Do you want to sit?”
You sat down too quickly and spilled the liquid on your hand. “Shit.” You hissed as the burn sunk onto your skin.
“Here, let me.” Konig told you and removed the mug. He was fast to collect his napkin, taking your wrist as he started dabbing away the beverage. “You’ve got to be more careful, ma’am.” He told you as he called for Michael to bring you some ice.
“Oh, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.” You chuckled and blinked as he accepted the small glass with ice.
“Shh, I insist. We don’t want it to blister.” His concentration as he pressed the cool glass against your hand was enough to make you feel warm as his eyes were focused on your red skin.
“You know your medical stuff don’t you?” You playfully smiled and he nodded.
“Yes. I’d hate to see you get hurt no matter how small.” He murmured and released you.
“I-“ You stuttered as he cleared his throat.
“You feeling better, ma’am?” He asked.
“You don’t have to call me ma’am, Konig. It’s so formal.” You giggled and he sat up straighter. “You did call me darling the other day. Well in German.”
“Ah, yes. I must have not been thinking.” He swallowed. “I shouldn’t have said it.”
“I didn’t mind, I liked it.” You assured him, you knew he probably assumed he overstepped a boundary. “I think it’s cute.”
“Cute?” He chuckled and tilted his head. “You find me cute? I could crush you with my fingers.” He flashed his eyes and you inhaled sharply.
“You’re right. But maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing, hmm?” You didn’t know where this bravery was coming from and he leaned forward a little.
“I think it was a little inappropriate. Which I apologize for. But-“ He cleared his throat and leaned back. “I should be going. I should try and get home and sleep. I have to train and spar with recruits tomorrow.” He said quickly and stood.
Your shoulders sank with disappointment as he walked away, his steps heavy across the floor you sighed. Looking at his tea cup.
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Michael give you a sympathy look before returning to assembling a sandwich for another customer. You clenched your jaw. You hadn’t been with a man that much older but he was so…desirable. He would be hard to break.
One week later
You hated tonight. It was supposed to be fun. Be a break from your everyday life and the toxic relationships you had from your parents who didn’t and refused to support you most of the time.
You tried to sleep. Attempted to do anything that relaxed you but it failed miserably. Sunrise was coming and you were hungry. You were out of coffee and you really didn’t feel like cooking breakfast. Sighing, you got dressed into casual lounge clothes and a pair of sneakers. Your hair was out of your face as you drove to the diner.
Michael had the best pancakes and coffee. As you walked inside, you saw Konig at a different spot this early morning. His mask was off. Exposing his handsome features and set lips as he read something on his phone with his reading glasses.
His hair had small streaks of gray and his eyes were tired.
You settled on the stool as Michael stepped around the corner. He gasped and almost dropped his pot of coffee. “How ya doing, honey?” Your chest deflated and shrugged.
“Got into an argument with my mom about my dad. I think he’s in jail right now.” Michael shook his head angrily.
“Asshole. I’m sorry. Want some coffee? Fresh made.” You nodded quietly.
“Sure. And I’ll take some of those amazing pancakes.” You wiggled your eyebrows and he smiled.
“On the house this morning.”
Heavy footsteps caught your attention and then a large hand set on your shoulder. Turning, you met the eyes of Konig. His expression was furious as he examined your blood shot eyes.
“Are you okay, liebling?” Your mouth parted as he took your jaw and looked closer. “I heard about someone being in jail. Did he hurt you?.” His glasses were pulled to his head.
“Not physically but my dad is an asshole. And my mom wanted me to bail him out.” You chuckled and tried to look away.
“Look at me.” He ordered. And you instantly obeyed. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t need too.”
“No one deserves that.” He nodded, “Let alone someone like you.”
“Someone like me? Konig,” You started but lost your confidence when he sat next to you, trying to shrink himself.
“Besides. You don’t even know me.” You teased him and he gave you a small smirk.
“I think you underestimate how smart I am. Especially since I wanted to be a sniper. You must learn how to read someone.” You almost choked on your spit as you filled your coffee with cream and sugar.
“Oh? And what happened?”
He shrugged and watched your movements. “I was too big. Decided to put me into rescues. I’m an insertion specialist. They call me a human battering ram.”
You giggled without thinking and he raised a brow. “Is that funny?”
“I’m sorry, I just. It almost sounds like a brag.” His smirk widened and he looked smug.
“And what if it is?” He ran his tongue along his teeth. “Nothing wrong with it sometimes, little love.” Your body stilled at the nickname and you took a sip before asking a question you’ve been craving to ask.
“Are you married?” He sat straight and you immediately regretted asking something so personal. “I’m sorry-that was probably rude.”
“It’s okay. And yes I was. Briefly. She left me several years ago. I joined at seventeen so I was pretty young when we got together.” His accent was heavier as he talked more and you enjoyed every single second.
“I’m sorry.” He nodded and awkwardly shifted in his seat.
“Mmm. How old are you?” His tone almost sounded accusatory and you bristled.
“Twenty seven.”
He loosened a long breath. “So young.”
You wanted to scream. “It’s not that young. I’m a grown woman. And I know what I want.” His head snapped at you and you wanted to shrink but you continued looking into his eyes.
He said your name slowly, tasting the letters before he shook his head. “I don’t want to but I’m gonna have to leave.” You wanted to scream. No, no you just got him to talk!
“Wait, Konig. Would you-would like to go out sometime? I really loved our conversation and I’d-“
“What?” His tone sounded almost angry and you closed your mouth. Your stomach dropped. And embarrassment crept inside you like a virus.
“I wanted to go out. With you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while and I just…” you trailed off as his expression turned cold.
“That’s a horrible idea. You can’t be with someone like me. I’m too old for you. Too damaged. You couldn’t handle it. And I can’t do that to someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” Your own anger flared. “What does that mean?” You demanded and he sighed. Giving you a sympathy glance and you wanted to scream.
“Someone as fragile, young and sensitive as you are.” You wanted to slap him into next week. How dare he call you those things. I mean they were true but his tone implied them to be flaws.
“I’m not too young for you. I’m still an adult. Why would you-“
Konig stood and his mammoth height swallowed you in his shadow. “I know what’s best for you. And it wouldn’t work.”
You gritted your teeth to prevent yourself from yelling or crying. And you watched him walk away. You wanted to chase after him and beg but you had enough pride to prevent yourself. It would be desperate and you had a long enough night.
“Sorry, honey. He’s like that. Cold and hard to read.” Michael delivered your pancakes. “Don’t want my favorite girl to go hungry.” You managed a smile for the sweet older man as you twirled your fork.
As you left the diner two weeks later, you saw Konig doing the same thing and you paused. He was on the phone, speaking German and you assumed it was work considering how stern he sounded. Your stomach dropped.
You didn’t want to face him anyway after the humiliation rejection. Well, it could have been worse but you still hated how you wanted him. You missed his attractive face and his endearments. His accent was adorable. He was adorable. Fuck! No! You couldn’t do this again. He didn’t want you back and you needed to accept it. You didn’t have to like it. But you needed to respect his choice.
People would look at you both with judgment but you wouldn’t care. You craved more. And you wanted to touch him. A few nights you had fingered yourself to the fantasy of how massive his dick must have been but you couldn’t make yourself cum as well as he could make you.
His mask was on but his expression underneath turned into coldness when he laid eyes on you, hanging up the phone. And he started storming to his truck.
Your chest swelled from hurt and you quickly followed him. Jogging to catch up with his long legs and quick pace as he walked to his truck. “Hey! Wait a minute!”
Konig paused but didn’t face you.
“Did I do something to offend you?” You questioned with hands on your hips. “And it’s rude to not look at someone when they speak to you.” You half scolded and that made his shoulders raise. “Look at me!” You raised your voice and he spun around.
“You don’t order me around,” He said your name in a growl. “You understand me? You never order me around.”
You didn’t back down even though you felt a thrill from the way he peered down at you with his burning gaze. “I don’t understand why you’re running from me. I have a crush on you. So what?”
Konig snarled and he latched a hand around the back of your neck and pulled his mask over his nose and smashed his lips to yours. You gasped in shock but quickly met his brutal attack on your lips as he brought you off your feet with his second arm around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tasted mint on his tongue that lapped at yours and swept the inside of your mouth. Your entire core was pulsing from the weight of his body that pressed against your breasts.
But as quickly as he kissed you was the speed he set you down, he breathed heavily. “Liebling…it’s not…entirely your age…I-“ Konig struggled to speak when you gently stood on his boots and pulled his face down, cupping his loose mask between your hands.
“Then what? No one kisses someone like that without feeling something close to what I do.” You persisted when he attempted to look away from you.
“I’m a dark cloud. And you’re a ray of sunshine.. I’ve seen you come in every night with a smile. You interact with the owner so freely. You’re kind. You’re sweet…so sweet.” You heard him swallow and shake his head underneath your hands. “I couldn’t deserve someone like you. I will bring you down.”
“No, you wouldn’t! Konig, you’re a hero. I know how you’ve saved lives. You’re a wonderful man and I don’t even know you yet. I want to know you. I want to hear everything in that cute accent. I want to listen to your stories. I want to…touch you.” He shivered as you traced your fingers along his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath your nail. “Please? Can I?”
“I-I want you too-so bad, liebling.” He moved to touch you again before he wrenched himself away. “But I can’t have you.”
You refused to take that as an answer. So you decided to bait him. “Fine. I guess I’ll go out with someone else. Someone who wants to fuck me more than you do.”
That made him stop short from opening his door. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah. Don’t want to waste my time with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me, huh?” You said harshly and he released a long breath.
“That’s not gonna work. You think I don’t know when someone is trying to get a rise out of me?” But he did stalk towards you, his hands clenched as you plucked an invisible lint off your sleeve.
“And? Am I supposed to be scared now?” You replied.
“Oh, yeah. You should be.” He whispered. “You should know better than this. I would break you. Your little desperate pussy couldn’t handle it.” His dirty words did the opposite effect he hoped for as you dropped to your knees, your back facing the diner that was obscured by the dark.
“What about my mouth? I think my mouth can handle it.”
Konig groaned as his hand grabbed the back of your head, his fingers covering the entirety of it as he buried them inside your hair. Your hands moved to unbuckle his pants as you pulled them down his thigh.
His cock was so big as you took it out of his boxers. His thick purple heavy tip was leaking with precum that you swiped with a lick of your tongue. He grunted as you held him, your fingers rubbing up and down the soft skin. Your cunt glistened inside your panties as you licked the side of the vein on the side and then repeated on the other side, his thick arousal covering your lips as you focused on the underside.
“Fuck, you’re-“ You dug your nails into his hips as you then took the tip inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down.
His hand naturally bounced your head as he started thrusting, your throat wanted to protest as he hit the back and made you gag. But you relaxed and your eyes rolled back as he moaned.
Your mouth made squelching noises as you sucked him and reached up to massage his balls.
“Shit-“ He pulled you off and made you whine as he lifted you up into his arms off the ground and he slammed you on your back on the bed of his truck.
“You’re playing with fire, Angel. And you’re underestimating how much I can handle.” He rasped and slapped your pussy outside your leggings that he removed quickly. He clicked his tongue teasingly as he felt the outside of your panties that were soaked and sticky.
“I’m a selfish whore, liebling. And by the way,” he gripped your jaw and opened your mouth. “You better watch that tone next time.” You felt him spit in your mouth and he closed it. Making you swallow as his big digit traced your folds and gathered the wetness.
“I don’t even need to spit on this pretty little pussy. Only in that wicked mouth of yours.” He plunged one finger inside, making you arch your back and pant as he easily reached that sweet spot inside you. “What’s wrong, bunny? Thought you could last longer than that.”
“Konig…I-please-“ He dipped down and pressed hot kisses down your neck and sucked your collarbone. His tongue dragged along the flesh before settling on your jaw before he captured your lips at the same time as he inserted his second finger and curled up so deeply you saw stars and his thumb circled your clit to soothe the stretch.
As he brought you close, Konig stopped as you attempted to pull him fully on top of you. “Want you in me.” You started begging. “Please fuck me.”
Konig growled and situated himself between your spread legs. “Are you going to be a good little liebling?” You nodded frantically as he lined his cock to your opening.
He sunk the tip inside and you groaned, scrunching your face slightly from his size but his own sounds erased whatever nerves you had. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re so good for me. Take me, cling around me.” He gasped and his head fell into the crook of your neck. “Fucking hell, pretty pussy sucking me.”
He moved in deeper and your nails dug into the material of his shirt as he already hit the deepest part of you.
“You can take it, bunny.” His accent grew thicker as he moved, the truck jolting from his strength. You cried out and your eyes rolled back in your head.
“No, no, no, look at me.” He lightly tapped your cheek and thrusted but not putting it in all the way. “I’m not one of those little boys who’s gonna let you do whatever you want.” He said and settled into a rhythm.
“Cum in me, want your baby.” You humped his dick as he gently bit down on your neck and he slammed into you further.
Your orgasm covered his cock and his own creamy fluid spilled inside you. You mixed together and it dripped down and coated the entirety of your thighs. You almost screamed but he covered your mouth with a hungry kiss and he sucked your tongue before letting go.
Konig pulled off his mask, revealing the emotion and lust in his eyes. “You’re mine, now.”
I think it’s so interesting how once American minority groups get credit for ANYTHING they’ve done or created someone chimes in, suddenly insistant that they are Americans, the minority identity doesn’t matter anymore because they are AMERICAN and this is an American accomplishment for all Americans to claim.
It brings to mind a notable quote from Albert Einstein, "If my theory of relativity is proven correct, Germany will claim me as a German and France will declare that I am a citizen of the world. Should my theory prove untrue, France will say that I am a German and Germany will declare that I am a Jew."
i know a lot of people headcannon könig to be a soft dom, or submissive due to his size. some people think he'd rather you be in control rather than himself because he might lose himself and become all rough and aggressive... but, i think he's purposely rough. i think he's into pain play.
he loves to twist and tug on your nipples. nipple clamps and pulling on them. it gets him so, so hard at the sight of your shocked and pained facial expressions, with tears rolling down your tearstained cheeks.
“you are such a filthy thing, mäuschen...” his hand collides with your cheek, the other pulling your hips and rocking them to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“you cry so much, yet take it all so well. you enjoy getting slapped, hit? ja--of course you do, taube...”
könig is fast and harsh with his thrusts; balls smacking against your cunt when he's fucking your tight asshole, with your mouth taped and moans stifled and muffled.
he's most definitely into bondage, probably latex too. of course, he's in the military, he knows how to tie you up so that you're not wriggling another the place constantly. just so he can fuck into your glossy folds ‘til they're puffy and swollen and bloody from his fast and hard thrusts.
könig would probably be into fear play as well. he'd love to roleplay interrogation, to put the muzzle of a handgun against your temple and fuck into your hole while demanding answers. the gun isn't loaded, obviously. he wouldn't dare risk his lover's life just for some sex... he just likes to threaten you, to see the fear as you're forced to ride him and work your hips down onto his fat dick while he leans back and watches as you do all the work.
or even putting the gun on the back of your head as you suck him off obediently and shakily.
knife kink? he has it. eating you out and placing the sharp blade against your thigh, slowly dragging it up, enough to threaten you and keep you still.
stop wiggling, mausi... otherwise you'll have a cut along your thigh from being disobedient.
he loves humilation and degrading. he has you sad and whiney, sobbing for him to be gentle, which gives könig to opportunity to fuck into your hole, soothing and easing the pain and throb between your soft thighs, while wiping away the tears that ruin your pretty cheeks. :3
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