hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*
Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.
Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.
Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.
Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.
Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.
Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.
Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.
Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.
loser könig ‘comforting’ reader after she had a bad breakup/failed date…
(18+) Loser!König x Heartbroken!Reader
WARNING: MANIPULATIVE & COERCIVE BEHAVIOR
Loser!König’s brows are creased in sympathy, cooing reassurances in a soft, compassionate tone - but he truly could not be happier. He has to bite back the smile just begging to make the muscles in his face sore.
Loser!König hated your boyfriend anyway, such an arrogant jerk he was. König would treat you so much better, he would never make you cry. You can’t see it now, but you’re much better off.
Loser!König doesn’t dare miss his opportunity to touch you, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry, his hands dipping lower than they should on each descent of his gentle traces.
Loser!König’s cock is straining against his pants, and he can hardly bring himself to feel ashamed about it. The sound of your stuttered sobs and the sight of tears streaming down your face has his cock at full attention, a bead of arousal forming at the tip and threatening to stain his underwear.
Loser!König scoots closer to you, pressing his thigh to yours as he slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.
Loser!König sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a needy groan when your palm rests on his chest. He can feel your plush, clothed breasts graze against him with each of your faltered breaths.
Loser!König rests his cheek on the top of your head, eyes lulling as he inhales you. You’re intoxicating, he’s high off the scent of your shampoo and your touch, his cock throbbing with each breath of you he draws.
Loser!König will fix you a drink to make you feel better. Loosen you up a little. You’re so weak and vulnerable right now, he’s hoping that your ex not only just drove you into his arms, but into his bedroom as well.
Your loser König kills me in the absolute best way possible, any more drabbles/horny masterpieces you manage to produce will be received like a refreshing rain on the Sahara <3
(18+)
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König purposely sneaking up and standing too close to you so you’ll bump into him when you turn around. An excuse to touch you with the added bonus of getting to watch you look up at him with those apologetic, soft eyes as you chime in the tune of sorry.
König getting high on your compliments, no matter how mundane. He hasn’t heard praise in years, your words replay in his head for the rest of the day, putting a burn on his cheeks and a cozy warmth in his chest.
König putting way too much effort into tracking down your scent of shampoo, lotion, perfume - whatever scent it is that makes his eyes lull and cock stand at attention whenever he breaths you in.
König sneaking a picture of you to take home with him, to stare at your pretty face through his half-lidded eyes, admiring the bunch of your cheeks and your genuine smile in a perfect moment forever frozen in time.
König using your misplaced hair tie as a cock ring, rutting into his hand at the thought of you until he soaks the elastic in his intense finish, every muscle tense and twitching as he chokes on your name <3
What about Loser!Konig x Bimbo! reader? Konig somehow bagged a total catch and did not know how to act or smth lol
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(18+) König x Bimbo!Reader
He’s really not sure how this happened. He suspects that he gave off the ‘jock’ impression from stature alone, and you just never bothered to dig beyond looks. Oblivious to the perverted, deranged, loser of a man that lies festering just beneath the surface.
He’s basically a giant purse. An accessory, a big strong plaything at your side, a hunk of meat to fill the role of ‘boyfriend.’ A trophy, a bodyguard, a long, thick cock to fill you up at the end of the day.
He still lies awake at night, staring at you while you sleep on his chest, entirely dumbfounded. It’s a dream come true, yes, but it was something he had never anticipated, let alone prepared for.
His best defense is staying silent. Never sharing his thoughts or opinions on anything, nodding along with wide eyes at every little minute detail you share about your day, hoping you can’t see right through him. You make it easy, though, because all you ever seem to do is talk about yourself, so caught in your own pink and sparkly bubble it doesn’t even cross your mind to ask him anything about himself. It’s hard to be thoughtful when your favorite flavor of lipgloss goes on sale, or you’re dealing with the harrowing struggle of deciding which color to paint your nails, or the truly distressing drama tearing apart the pack of sluts you call friends.
Tolerating the mind-numbing things you deem significant is all worth it, though. When you’re on your knees, pretty eyes staring up at him as you deep throat his cock, allegedly water-proof mascara streaming down your face while you stave off your gags. Or when you’re straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning like a true whore, soft hands feeling up the muscles that keep you on his lap. Or when you’re on your back, legs spread and cunt soaked around him as he watches your tits respond to the ruthless pounding he’s giving you, fucking what little thoughts you have from your head. He doesn’t hold back, abusing your cunt in retaliation for making him endure your idiocy day in and day out, treating you like the simple-minded slut you are. Hips slamming into your trembling thighs, bullying your g-spot, filling you to the brim and forcing a squeaky, annoying moan from you with each thrust. Grunting degradations and manhandling you with a hardened touch until you’re dripping with his finish.
And you love it, too. If it didn’t feel so fucking good he’d laugh. You’re too dim-witted to see how he looks down on you, degrades you, reduces you to your body. You’re just his trophy, a plaything, a warm hole to fuck at the end of the day.
Even if you didn’t know it, you two were made for each other ♡
I'm not too sure if requests are on at the moment (feel free to ignore this if they aren't, if you're uncomfortable with the request, or if you're simply uninterested, my sweet! 🫂)
What are your thoughts on Loser!König with a cuckold fetish? Who loves being humiliated? Who loves watching his girlfriend get fucked by another man? I'm not too sure if this crosses your boundaries or anything, so don't feel pressured to respond! (TT) ♡
After all, König is a useless virgin, or at least he lacks experience in the bedroom. He can't properly please you or drag an orgasm out of you, because he comes embarrassingly quickly, practically huffing and puffing through his second orgasm while you're wincing at the sheer size of König and the splitting pain between your soft, warm thighs. He barely lasts two minutes – if that at all. He's been deprived of pussy and sex, please understand him, Mauschen!
He gets off knowing that his girlfriend is satisfied, despite the envy and jealousy burning within him, as well as the shame and disgust that follows that he can't properly please you, mainly due to his size and lack of experience. As long as you let him eat you out afterwards and clean up that man's filth using his tongue, then it's alright. Just run your fingers through his tangled hair and let him fall asleep with his throbbing, swollen boner leaking all over you. 🌷
orla i love your beautiful mind also i am SO sorry this took so long <3
(18+) Loser!König x Reader x Ghost - Cuckholding
Even though he’s straining against his boxers, you still have to tie König down to the chair in the corner of the room to prevent him from losing his cool. His fists clenched on the arms of the chair, teeth grit and grinding as he watches Simon bury his cock into you like he owns it.
He might as well, because König certainly isn’t pleasuring you. Hasn’t managed to give you an orgasm once. Skipping crucial warm-up to shove his eager, thick cock into a cunt that’s far too tight and unprepared. Burying his finish into you before the first tear can even well in your eyeline. Maybe the apology he mutters into your skin afterwards is genuine, but it certainly doesn’t lend to correcting his behavior the next time.
“Fuck, that’s it, love.”
Simon’s grunts are restrained and ravenous, deep and gravelly in your ear.
“Just needed someone who knows what they’re doing, yeah?”
Through the blur of each degrading slam into your cunt from behind, you catch sight of König, his half-lidded eyes projecting pure loathing as he watches you bounce on his rival’s cock. Jaw tight at your pathetic, squeaky moans and his thighs rubbing together to release the aching throb in his cock.
“You’re dripping, love. Soaking this fucking cock.”
Simon ends his praise on a grunt, an extra rough series of slams into your plush ass. König is gifted the intoxicating image of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands clawing at the sheet in pleasure for once, a feat he’s yet to achieve.
König’s flushed with jealously, skin burning with envy, watching Simon one-up him with his girlfriend’s pleasure. The stuttered moans that leave you are desperate, entirely succumb to his skilled cock. Rough and brute in the right way. His balls are slapping against your clit at the perfect angle, coaxing whines from your raw throat with each bottom out.
“Feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes - yes!”
Simon gives a pleased hum, rubbing it in by shooting König a smug stare and cocky grin.
“Your girl is so tight and wet f’me.”
König’s eyes flare, his muscles tight and shaking in rage, teeth threatening to crumble under the pressure.
“Simon - Close! So close!”
“That’s a good girl, love, cum on this cock.”
The cry that leaves you is deafening and stuttered by Simon’s abusive cock bullying your g-spot. Limp and pliant to the strong hands on your hips as the pleasure swallows you whole, a white heat that sends jolts of euphoria from your core to the rest of your useless body.
“Such a good girl,” He coos softly, a sharp contrast to the cruel cock that pounds your sensitive cunt.
“I know it’s been too long.”
You can’t even respond, cock-drunk and strung-out on your bliss. Simon leans down, pressing his firm, warm chest to your back, his lips in your ear.
“Gonna’ fill that pretty cunt.”
His ruthless cock bottoms out with each thrust, his hips a blur and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room until he presses himself flush to your ass, cock entirely buried in you with a finish deep into your cunt, filling you with his messy, greedy finish.
He gives three final thrusts to stuff his cum in you, his nails digging into your hips when he finally wavers. His cock is pulsing and twitching, pulling out of your overstimulated cunt before slapping his arousal and cum-soaked cock against your thighs and leaving you with a handprint on your ass cheek.
Simon wipes off his sweat with a towel, tossing it in König’s lap as he heads for the door.
Can i request hehe? loser!könig x clingy reader 😞🙏, thank youu😍🥰😘🫦😝😏
(18+) Loser!König x Reader
König’s never met someone so touchy before. Laying your soft, delicate hand on his arm so casually, not even slowing the story you’re recounting. He’s stopped listening the moment you made contact with him, it’s impossible to focus on anything but the searing, electric heat that builds under your hand.
He freezes whenever you greet him with a hug. You don’t even seem to notice how he short-circuits when you smush your cheek in the space just below his chest, little arms slung around his waist. He can’t even bring himself to return the embrace, staring down at you with wide eyes long after you pull away. A bright, toothy grin on your face as you ramble on like you hadn’t just gifted him the most intimate moment he’s had with another human being in years, entirely oblivious to the cock at attention and filling the slack in the front of his pants.
König doesn’t text. And when he does, he restricts it to business matters only. So he’s truly not sure how to respond to your messages that consist of mostly nonsense. The café drink you ordered this morning, a picture of a random dog you saw while out and about, a joke he doesn’t understand in the least bit … asking about his day?
You care about how his day went?
And now König texts. Fighting the truly arduous battle of having large hands and a tiny phone keyboard. Sending you responses that are littered with typos and nothing short of cryptic. He feels as if you’ve classically conditioned him, because every time his phone lights up, so does he. He nearly throws his phone across the room trying to retrieve it to see what you’ve sent him this time. He spends way too much time, especially before bed, rereading your old conversations and smiling at the silly things you send him.
His favorite are the photos. Selfies, you call them. Pictures of you doing mundane things - except you’re in them. Giving him a photo of your face without thinking twice, not knowing the worth of such a priceless treasure.
König could stare at your face for hours, soaking in every detail as he replays your conversations in his head, the echoes of your laughter in his ears and his hand wrapped around his frustrated cock.
He likes to imagine how soft your lips would feel, where those delicate hands would wander as you press your tongue to his. Those pretty, sparkling eyes staring up at him while you’re on your knees, struggling to swallow a cock that you’re clearly no match for. Wondering what your face would look like twisted with overstimulation and pleasure as you take his thick cock, your plush chest bouncing against your ribcage with each powerful thrust of his hips. He stares longingly at your photo through drowsy, half-lidded eyes, pumping his cock until his breathy grunts turn shallow, every muscle tight and trembling. His finish splatters over his stomach in creamy droplets, coating his hardened hands while he milks every last drop, imaging he’s staking his claim deep inside your cunt instead.
Dawg what if we tortured König instead. Forcing him down on his knees after kidnapping him huh :(((. I need. To torture a man. But also he seems like a maso
(18+) König x Reader
Bested by a meek little thing like you. He of all people should know not to judge a book by its cover, he was wrong to overlook you, to underestimate you. The hypocrisy is sharpened into a serated blade that shreds him from core to chest. Those half-lidded, dangerous blue eyes project nothing but icy hatred. Under his hood, his lips pull into a snarl, a growl threatening to leave grit teeth.
The aching, leaking cock straining against the give in his pants tells a different story.
His eyes roll when you catch it. Your brow raises, head tilting with a smug, arrogant grin that spreads like butter across bread.
“Well, would you look at that,” You chime, the patronization in your voice successfully searing his skin with heat.
The muzzle of your gun gets distracted, your aim leaving his chest, a slight rattle in your gun’s parts as you eye the taut zipper of his pants.
When you laugh, proud and sinful and cackling, he has to close his eyes, fingers clenching over the palms raised in surrender. He mutters under his breath, cursing his cock that only strengthens in response to your reveling in his humiliation.
Your draw is smooth, eyes narrowed at him, a playful smile tugging on the corners of your lips.
“You pervert.”
König has to look away, his eyes finding the ceiling, giving you a clear view of the adam’s apple nervously bobbing in his throat.
“You like this?” You give a two-note hum as your boots step closer to him, “You like it when someone tames a thing like you?”
Your gun gestures top to bottom, outlining his clearly superior figure.
He huffs a deep breath into his hood, tilting his head down to meet your eyes again, piercing you with a deadly stare. It would normally send a shiver down your spine, but unfortunately for him, König brought a stare to a gun fight.
Every muscle in König’s body tightens when you press the muzzle of your gun to the base of the strain in his pants. Craning your neck to meet his pretty, infuriated blue eyes, tracing your gun up the outline of his cock. He trembles and twitches under the teasing, dangerous touch, his eyes lulling behind fluttering eyelids.
You scoff, cheeks bunched with an arrogant smile.
“On your knees, soldier,” You mock, a light shake in your gun to pair with your demand.
König’s eyes crease when they pinch. His boots make a slight shuffle as he digests both hard truths - that he has no choice, and that his cock is pulsing in excitement because of it.
He has to force his muscles to obey your demands, his teeth grinding in frustration and his face burning under his hood while he plants his knees to the harsh touch of concrete, sitting back on his calves in defeat.
Each snicker, every scoff, every noise that conveys your superiority as you look down on him only sends more blood rushing to his painful erection.
The taunting, agonizingly slow steps you make as you circle him has his shoulders bracing a little tighter, his breaths shallow and his heart pounding in his chest.
His eyes pinch shut when you leave his sight, both your bootsteps and your voice behind him.
“Hands behind your back.”
König sputters, his fists clenching with a pause of hesitance before he meets your demand, giving any remaining control he had to you with trembling muscles. A shaky, deep exhale leaves him as you restrain him by his wrists, taut, scratchy rope digging into his flesh. He can’t resist the urge to sway ever so slightly on his thighs, granting minimal relief to his aching cock with the friction of his pants, smearing the generous bead of precum leaking from his tip onto his underwear.
When he’s tightly restrained, you circle him again, admiring the catch of the day before you settle between spread, powerful thighs. You give a long, drawn out hum as you ravage him with hungry eyes, drooling over him while you decide how you’re going to play with your prey. Your stare, the implications and the possibilities, sends a shudder down König’s spine.
He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth when the sole of your boot presses to his cock. Gently at first, rolling your ankle to massage him through his pants, relishing in the shaky, soft gasps, and the squirm of his sculpted body.
“Feel good, pervert?” You whisper, a seductive tone stitched into your words, “You like being under my boot?”
He lets out a low, guttural moan, his eyes closing and his hips rutting ever so slightly into your touch.
When he doesn’t answer, you apply more pressure, your perpetual cocky smile disappearing at his disobedience. Your voice shoots up from silky smooth to harsh and demanding, jamming the muzzle of your gun into his forehead in threat.
“I asked you a question,” You growl.
König flinches, eyes twitching as he buckles his core under your cruel touch.
“Yes,” He grits, his affirmation strained.
You give a pleased hum, holding your abusive boot to him for a moment longer before granting him relief.
With one hand you press the muzzle of the gun to his forehead hard enough to leave an imprint, and with the other you swirl the button of your pants to free it from its notch. König eyes follow your fingers with shallow breath as you undo your zipper before bunching the fabric of your pants and underwear to your lower thigh.
“If you bite, I’ll end you. Got it?”
When König doesn’t answer, you jam the gun further into his flesh, insisting he make eye contact.
“Got it?”
König gives a harsh swallow and a shaky nod.
“Yes.”
Your thumb snags on the hem of his hood, pulling it up to reveal his lips and holding it in place with a strict finger on his cheek.
“Stick your tongue out.”
With cloudy, half-lidded eyes, he looks to you like you’re a higher power who just descended from the heavens, obeying to your wish, offering his tongue as a meager sacrifice.
The fingers on the side of his face tighten to guide him to your cunt, burying his nose and tongue into your clit.
His hood falls, caught in place by the bridge of his nose when you snatch a handful of the hair sticking out from the the t-shirt he uses as a mask, forcing him further into your cunt in the hopes of suffocating him. König’s eyes lull, glossy with arousal and the tears pricking in the corner of his eyes with each yank on his scalp. A pleased hum hides behind your sly smile, his stubble sanding along your cunt with each rut of your hips into his face, his tongue eagerly lapping at your clit.
“Grind on my boot.”
König lets out a shallow, hitched breath into your cunt, and uses the slack on his hair you’ve gifted him to lower himself to the top of your boot. Your light laugh twists into a groan, the grip on his hair harshening as he quickens his needy swipes along your cunt, painting you with his spit. König moans and grunts turn to a rousing vibration against your swollen clit, beads of sweat sheen on his forehead, his steady grinds on your shoe quickening.
König’s eager to please, wearing pussy drunk eyes and flushed cheeks while he hungrily coats his tongue with your arousal.
“Taste good?”
König nods, stifling a hum into your cunt, greedy tongue devouring you with sloppy verve.
“That’s a good boy.”
König whines, his cock throbbing against your shoe. When the rhythm of his slick tongue and grinds waver, you give a breathy laugh.
“Close already, hm? Been awhile since someone put you in your place?”
König’s needy groan is swallowed by your cunt, picking up the pace of his stripes as he indulges in your taste.
“It’s okay,” You coo with condescension, “You can make a mess in your underwear.”
König whines again, quickening his grinds until his truly pathetic moans come to a halt, muscles tight and trembling. He has to pull from your cunt to keep from nearly choking on his own breath, pressing his cheek into your thigh.
“Oh,” You draw soothingly, gently tracing your gun up and down the side of his face, “That’s my good boy. Did it feel good?”
König’s stubble scrapes against your inner thigh, smearing his spit and your arousal across your skin when he nods with short, puffy breaths. He melts into you as you scratch his scalp, your voice just a sultry purr.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, sweetheart.”
♡ KÖNIG VISITS DOMINATRIX READER FOR THE FIRST TIME ♡
What would truly humiliate König (sexual style)? ;)
König loves being forced to eat his own cum :(
Especially if implemented when he breaks the rules, finishing too early or without permission. It never fails to turn him red in the face. When the degradation pairs with a scolding, he feels small, a feat only you could pull off.
Swiping two of your fingers across the mess he made on his stomach, ordering him to open up so you can drag his cum across his tongue, forcing him to clean your fingers over and over, stretching out his punishment until he’s swallowed every drop.
If he stains his underwear with his finish, he’s gagged with the crumpled and ruined fabric, the wet splotch settled right on his tongue, his whines and needy moans muffled until you’re satisfied.
If any of his cum gets on the floor, he’s ordered to get on his hands and knees and lick up his mess until it’s spotless. If he’s been extra disobedient, you press a gentle but firm shoe to the back of his head, smearing his mistake on his face.
If he can’t control himself while pleasuring you, finishing into your warm, tight cunt too early, he’s dragged between your thighs by his hair. He’s not allowed to pull away for air until he’s tidied his mess and corrected his failure - lapping at your arousal and his cum until you’re spasming on his greedy tongue. ♡
