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Hiii, my name is Danni and I'm 21 years old
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Just a place to put all my thoughts/headcanons about Kƶnig. Most of them are NSFW, but I have some SFW.

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Loser!Kƶnig who keeps his hand down your pants while youāre both lounging. be it on the couch or in bed, he canāt help but want to run his hand through your bush. finger pads smoothing over your hair, thumbing at it while you try to relax. for you itās distracting to have his rough, warm palm fidgeting against you, for him itās soothing. he canāt quite place why, maybe itās the texture, or your warmth, could be the fact youāre close enough for him to touch you in the first place. whatever it is, Kƶnig practically whines when you try to get away, brow pinched as he pleads for you to stay a minute longer. you canāt blame him for being touchy, you can touch him too if it makes you feel better! just donāt get up so soon
Konig who gets unbelievably flustered when you slip your hands in the waist band of his pants, sometimes just at the edge where you can feel the indent of where his belt is resting tight. Or loose sweats where you can slip down dangerously low on his firm ass cheeks, squeezing a few times digging in nails. Making him let loose soft whimpers and groans, nails dragging down sensitive flesh, reveling in the soft sting. Grumbling to himself, loving every second of it, but pretending a little for his egoās sake, to spur you on. Nipping at his chest and neck before planting kisses to his soft parted lips, quieting him very quickly. Heās even more flustered when you act up in public when no oneās around, letting out soft curses and worried remarks, pulling him into a secluded room/corner. Yanking on his belt, loosening its hold on his hips, pushing them down slightly to get a good feel of his toned body. Sun making him look irresistible, sweat across exposed skin making his muscles standout so much more than they already did. Not wanting her to stop, but so afraid someone would catch them, lips kissing along his sensitive throat. Whispering in his ear, about her shy boy being scared about getting caught being kissed, making him weak in the knees. Completely at her mercy, hands desperately rubbing up and down her back looking for anything to ground himself against the overwhelming sensations. Pushing him into the wall, the cold against his back a stark contrast to the heat rising up in him, lips and hands making him go crazy as the whimpers and curses fell from him in desperate waves.
Wir hatten keine Zeit zu duschen...
miserable rn so idk shower fic
the idea is Kƶnig insisting on washing your body, something about skin-to-skin contact being therapeutic, you think itās an excuse for him to lather your bush with your body wash because āShe needs care too, Spatzā skip to his ruddy tip poking out from between your thighs, using the slippery feel of soap as lube. canāt do anything about it because heās nipping at your neck, grinning like a fool whilst alternating between sucking hickeys on your bare skin and kissing the red marks that slowly begin to form, coaxing you into relaxing against his chest by slowly rubbing eight figures around your swollen clit, telling you, āYouāre doing such a great job for me, Schatziā all the while heās thrusting his hips from behind, thighs slapping against your ass, using your pussy lips to get off

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Oooh dropping... something in the inbox peak or not idkkk
Anyway Nikto or Kƶnig or Horangi or whoever it doesn't matter
He goes on a mission with his crush and OBVIOUSLY they have to sleep somewhere for the night and OBVIOUSLY there's only one bed and, well, Reader doesn't give a shit so they're just like "dude shut the fuck up and get in bed w/ me I'm tired and not arguing about stupid bullshit with you"
He does, eventually managing to fall asleep. Only to wake up with his arms wrapped around them, while Reader is still asleep, it's so so obvious that during the night he was the one to pull them into his arms and now they're cuddled right into his tit, face so deep in there he's wondering how they're breathing rn
He does not want to move
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Cant believe i took so long to answer u that the ask answer posts are different in mobile š§ forgive me squirrel nonnie, i swear ive been rereading this ask since u sent it! Thinking Kƶnig..hmhmmm my big big mann
Kƶnig knew the moment they didn't accept he do the mission alone that something was going to go wrong, which obviously meant he was even more nervous to have you with him. It was a stupid crush, he knew that, but it didn't stop him from being a bit scared, what if something happened to you? What if he was too busy soaking in your presence that it cost your life?
It was in that same storm of worry that he fund himself in the dingy motel on the side of the road, one you insisted on sleeping on because you couldn't just accept his offer to drive back for the rest of the night, he really couldn't go against you fussing over how he was obviously as tired as you.
Right now, though, he's starting to regret listening to you. He should've listened to his intuition that he'd die tonight, and if he does like youre suggesting, he might.
"Liebling, you can't possibly think.." "Oh come on, you're not that big, you can fit in here with me. Just lie down already so I can sleep, big guy" "Ach ScheiĆe..." He accepts the slow death that will be sleeping beside you and slowly lies down on the bed, it isn't that small, actually, but he's slightly off the mattress to make sure he's not touching you. Which means he's uncomfortable as hell as you wish him goodnight and turn your back to him.
He didn't think he'd fall asleep at all, with the distraction you so close and the conscious effort of keeping soem space between you two, but it had been a tiring mission, and even before leaving base, the days of constant planning and going over intel crash over him, and it isn't long before he's deep asleep.
He wakes up early, years of training beat into him, and the first thing he notices is how good he slept. For such a low quality bed, he had an awfully restful night. Then, he takes in what actually made him sleep so well; he takes a deep breath, which soon gets stuck in his troath as his eyes shoot open, your smell fills his lungs and when he looks down, he finds you pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like a vice. Your face is buried in his chest, you're both tangled tightly, you looked completely relaxed, it makes his heart ache as he watched the morning sun filter through the crack in the blinds and caress your skin the way his hands long to do.
He doesn't know how long he laid there, staring at your sleeping form, holding his breath, afraid to disturb you, too scared to think about how this means he reached for you in his sleep, he held you close like a life line. It doesn't last enough, because you huff and yawn and open your eyes, and his heart races, you probably can heart it as he stares down at you, eyes wide and face flushed, lips slightly parted like he wants to try and explain himself, explain why he pulled you in, why he didn't push away once he woke up, but he can't. He stares and waits for the moment you push him away, waits for the moment this mission fucks everything up just like he thought it would.
It doesn't come though, you grumble about deserving a few more hours of sleep as you nuzzle back against him and Kƶnig doesn't move, doesn't want to move. He stays there, watching you go back to sleep, and just breathes it in, breathes you in. He accepts the little heaven this mission granted him, and presses his nose to the crown of your head, squeezing you close and soaking it all in for a moment.
Yes, a few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt.
once again..this may not be the best..I was ina writer's block for a while but I tried my best pookie </3
mdni, 18+
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Konig loves to wear grey sweatpants at home. He loves it because itās comfortable and loose, hanging low on his waist.
You fucking hate it. Because every time you see him, you feel yourself start to turn into a dog, mouth watering at the sight. He doesnāt wear underwear at home, says theyāre too restrictive. You can clearly see the outline of his through the soft fabric of his pants.
Big oblivious man doesnāt know why youāre pouncing on him all the time, heās just happy to be there.
Maybe next time you should buy him white sweatpants, the kind that turns sheer when the sunlight hits just right.
Loser!Kƶnig who knows your scent like the back of his hand. anything from your shampoo and soap to what your laundry smells like, he associates it with you on instinct. he can catch your scent before you approach him, shoulders relaxing naturally knowing youāre padding towards him. it also leads to betrayal in public when youāre not around. god forbid someone uses the same product as you, Kƶnig catching a certain scent while out doing errands expecting to see you. giddiness blooming in his chest as he turns only to stand stock-still looking at a stranger dead in the eyes. you donāt know why he came home and āput himself in timeoutā, embarrassment clinging to his nerves as he sits in a corner
Colonel Kƶnig still in uniform sitting dutifully at his desk, documents scattered around him as he works tirelessly into the night. settled between his powerful legs, youāre quietly resting on the floor with your head on his thigh. he spares you the occasional glance, a gloved hand coming down to toy with your hair absentmindedly while he goes over this never ending stack of paperwork
cw: fem reader, period, blood, raw sex, breeding, gore mentions, hyperspermia kƶnig
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Youāre pissed off, annoyed, everything hurts and you canāt walk that well. Why? Your fucking period hit you at the worst moment possible, the contractions from the uterus causing the muscles in your legs to ache and make it hard to walk.
Itās been hours since you got it, and now you can finally breathe a little better, but youāre still pissed off, angry and in pain.
Your boyfriend Kƶnig obviously takes notice, the man was ready thanks to tracking your hormones and reading through your bodyās signals, and prepared your favorite snacks and drinks.
They helped, slightly at least, and the fact that his body was a personal furnace was a sure way to lighten the discomfort you felt when you pulled his warm hands over to your lower tummy, keeping the limbs there for comfort.
But Kƶnig couldnāt watch you writhe in pain beneath his palms, he didnāt like his liebling suffering and he undoubtedly despised feeling useless. Which is why you find yourself laid back on bed, warm hands massaging your tummy and thighs and soft lips murmuring sweet nothings against your skin.
When his fingers slip beneath the edge of your panties and you feel him pull them down you stop him, your hands shooting down to grab his wrists, āKƶnig what are you doing? Iām all bloody and- and dirty!ā youāre embarrassed, you donāt really want him to see you covered in blood and think youāre disgusting.
His eyes trail up over your body before focusing on you, gaze locked on your face and he just- he just tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. āYouāre not dirty? Itās just some blood, liebling, Iāve seen worse.ā He leaves a kiss on the back of your hand, and then at the junction of your hip and thigh, his process of pulling your panties down taking over again. āIāve done worse.ā He tries to hide the slightly manic grin on his face, but thatās also something that turns you on an incredible amount, soā¦
You squirm, trying to hide your face by turning it into the pillow next to you, side eyeing the way Kƶnigās eyes rave over your bloodied core. He takes two fingers and rubs them over your folds, your hole clenching under the pressure as he presses them playfully in, your hips grinding upwards to try and take the digits deeper.
Kƶnig chuckles, something deep and dark that vibrates through his chest and has you whimpering. He doesnāt tease you more than that, he opens you up with his fingers gently but thoroughly, taking advantage of the wetness your blood creates and spreading you open enough so you can take him.
When you whine, begging him to āplease fuck me alreadyā he drops a soft kiss to your temple and lifts himself, lining the thick head of his cock agains your wet hole. He teases the entrance a couple of times, just rubbing the tip before thrusting in, pushing until he bottoms out with a loud groan.
You canāt help but moan, the noise muffled by the pillow youāre pressing to your face, the feeling of his thick length pushing and making way inside your body and pushing at your insides to make space for himself is delicious, itās almost comforting.
He leans down, elbows at both sides of your head, to leave sweet kisses against your skin before he starts thrusting. Cock sliding in and out of your wet hole with a steady pace, hitting deeper everytime he bottoms out, grunting right in your ear when you involuntarily clench down on him.
You donāt last long, your period makes you more sensitive than usual, and when he pushes a had between your bodies to thumb at your most sensitive part youāre done for. Moans fall freely from your lips, his other hand pushes away the pillow so he can hear them better, your back arches, your chests grinding against each other and you whimper. Heās all around you and inside you and you feel better than youāve ever been.
He follows quickly, keeps kissing your skin, your cheek and neck, licking at the sweat every few seconds to enjoy your essence, before grinding his cock so deep inside you it feels like heās poking your throat. With a loud groan he stills inside you, cum spurting out of his head and filling you up, and he just keeps coming.
He stays still for a minute, allowing you to catch your breath as he nuzzles into your neck, enjoying your smell and breathing you in. When he pulls out and lifts himself, you expect him to go grab a towel or something to clean you up.
What you donāt expect is for him to move lower, arms lifting your legs so the back of your thighs are resting against his shoulder and spread your folds open. You try to sit up, push his face away, close your legs, anything to stop him, but your limbs feel like jello and it takes a weak push from Kƶnig against your chest to make you fall back to bed with a gasp as he fingers you open again. Two long fingers spreading your hole to admire the way pink cum leaks out, so incredibly mixed with your blood, he groans loudly like a starved man before pushing his face against you.
His mouth latches onto your hole, whining at the warmth and the taste and the way he can feel your heart pulsing through your cunt. He looks pussy drunk with the way heās holding onto your body, fingers falling into your plush skin as he licks and fucks your hole with his tongue.
You try to close your legs again, but the sheer size of him makes it impossible, and he comes up for air only to tell you stop trying to push him away or heāll āeat your body limb to limbā. That has you whimpering, hole clenching around nothing and making more pink colored cum spill from your hole.
He chuckles darkly, groans hungrily about finally getting fed and goes back to eating you out. Desperately cleaning the part where your inner thighs meet your core and licking the blood from there, helping you empty your body from his release and your wombs lining.
You canāt help but cum again under his tongue, heās licking you so eagerly that your body locks up, muscles tensing and spilling more cum against his face, which he continues to clean out.
You end up spent, chest lifting and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath and Kƶnig just sits up with a grin that looks so wicked and hot wrong with the way blood and pink cum decorate the lower half of his face. He pecks your cheek and you push him away with a noise of disgust, which he only laughs at, before actually going to get towels to clean you.

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Have a 2am doodle while I work on commissions
canāt sleep so obviously Kƶnig sketchāš¼āš¼
mdni, 18+
cw a/b/o dynamics, knotting, piss (desperation, accidental pissing inside)
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Alpha!Konig being too horny for you that every other of his body desires/functions get neglected.
Itās only until after heās in the midst of fucking you that he realises he has the desperate urge to piss. But he just canāt stop⦠he desperately needs to come, so he will just fuck you until then, but he wonāt knot you, okay? Because he doesnāt think he can hold it for the time needed for him to deflate fully. He tells you as much, but youāre too cock drunk to care.
When you feel the knot forming though, he starts to do the unforgivable, heās pulling away. Unacceptable behaviour, so you lock your legs around him, pushing until it pops into you. Konig moans like itās being punched out of him, warning you to not do it, but itās too late. Youāre locked in place.
He knows itās useless, but he still tugs at your rim, trying in vain to get out. You just whimper at the stretch, but otherwise youāre floating in a haze of pleasure from the feeling of him spurting load after load of thick, warm cum.
He tries to hold it, he really does. He squirms, which has the unintended effect of your walls clamping down on him because it makes his knot press more firmly against your g-spot.
Itās torture. Every twitch, every spurt of cum coming out of his cock sends him into a blind panic.
He was doing so well, until you reach under to cup his ball, trying to coax more of his spend into you.
Somehow, that shatters the last of his frayed control.
āIām sorry, Schatz,ā he moans, face red as he helplessly lets go in you. At first, you think itās just another load of him, but the texture and consistency is all wrong, too watery, flowing too fast. Your eyes widen as you realise whatās happening. Itās filthy, itās degrading, itās⦠kind of hot?
The good thing is, the two of you are stuck together for the foreseeable future, so you have plenty of time to talk about this, even though itās clear from the way heās hiding his face his your neck that he doesnāt want to.
Thatās okay. Youāll convince him that anything he does is sexy.
pathetically begginā to suck kƶnigās cock gender neutral reader
ācāmonn baby, leāmee justt..ā you whine, head all foggy as you lick up his fat cock, thatās spasming against the pouch of his boxers. āyouāre so needy, mm,ā he breathes out, voice airy as his hands stroke the roots of your hair
his cock is throbbing, all swollen as it nudges against his boxers pouch. his eyes hazy, watching you practically worship his cock, his boxers dampening due to the slick of your salvia
āsmellls soo goood,ā you whine, inhaling his musky scent, cupping his balls causing him to take a sharp inhale, āmmffuckk..ā
ācan i, pleasepleaseeā you whine, eyes crossing as you lick a fat stripe up his bulge, he just taste soo good
Kƶnig punishing puppy!reader by ignoring them. He hates having to punish you, his good puppy that could do no wrong in his eyes, but sometimes you push too far. He can't have you be completely spoiled or you would never listen. He can't have that, he would be a bad owner if he did that.
So, he tries to do what he thought would be a gentle but effective punishment.
For the whole day, he didn't even spare a glance your way. There was no hands running through your hair before stroking your ears just the way you liked it. There was no sitting in his lap as he worked or as you both lounge around. There was no sweet praises spoken softly in your ears, making your tail wag faster after each one.
It was quiet and tense instead.
This silence was meant to punish you, but Kƶnig just felt uneasy the whole day. His leg wouldn't stop bouncing everytime he sat down, his body was restless without the familiar weight of you on him. His jaw stayed clenched the whole day as he fought the intense urge to forego the punish, able to feel the guilt and sadness in your eyes everytime you looked at him.
His puppy wasn't ever supposed to be sad.
That's why he broke at night, when you crawled over to his bed and looked at him with those big wet eyes.
"K-Kƶnig? I can't sleep..." Your voice was too low, too soft compare to your usual tone with him. His heart couldn't take hearing his puppy like that.
He patted the empty space beside him.
"Your cage is too cold, isn't it?" He could barley stand the thought of making you sleep in that cage instead of his bed.
"Come on, pup." He patted the space again when he noticed your hesitation, like you couldn't believe his kindness to be real now. He hated it.
But he did love how eagerly you crawled onto his bed, how you instantly curled into his side and nuzzled against him. Oh he loves how your tail thumps against the sheets, the noise settling every bit of tension inside him. He felt like he could finally breathe as he pulls you close, arms tight around you as he inhales your scent.
"Good girl... Such a good girl... You're the perfect pup..." Praise falls from his lips as he peppers little kisses over your head, his hands kneading your flesh as everything finally felt right and okay.
He has to find another way to punish you next time.

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m!overstim my beloved
Using a vibrator on Konigās poor sensitive cock. Paying special attention to the weepy tip. Keeping it there until he cries, and then some more. Or even better⦠forcing him to hold it even though itās too much, even though it hurts, but he can take it like a good boy, canāt he?
Kƶnigās hugs be like