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STONER-KÖNIG — the collection 🍃
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könig lets his stoner!gf ride him and gets high from the fumes. 🍃 continuation below.
könig acquiring a taste for cannabis, and developing a dominating personality when under the influence 🍃
stoner!gf feeding könig edibles for the first time and getting knocked up as a result 🍃
könig breeding you too hard and full because he’s such a lovesick loser when stoned 🍃
stoner!könig giving his girlfriend lsd and fucking her whilst she trips out 🍃
könig fucks you raw and dizzy after too many bong hits and shotguns your smoke during backshots 🍃 (wip)
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Boxer König before a match pls pls pls I need him so bad (ignore if you want lmao, I’m going crazy without him)
“ignore if you want to” SHUT UPPPP IM DOING ITTT
elevated sex? standing sex? i dunno what you fuckin call it man. creampie, you get caught. MDNI 18+
“is this— mmf! a good idea?” you moan out, breathless. he’s got you pressed against a locker, legs locked around his hips whilst his large hands hold you up by the underside of your arse.
“why would it not be?” he grunts, hips slamming your body against the cold metal behind you. you whimper, nails scraping down the sweaty bulges of his biceps. “your fight— hmmf~ starts soon. . .” your words are laboured. stammered and choked — toes curling and face contorting.
he thrusts particularly roughly into you then, punctuating the notion that he doesn’t care. “i know.” you mewl at that, fingers cutting into his slick skin. his cockhead — spewing and swollen — bullies itself against your cervix, pre-cum spitting into the narrow crevice. he starts to lift you from his cock, only to lower you back onto it.
your head thuds back, lips parted and eyes droopy. “you’re gonna wear yourself out.” you joke, gasped. he doesn’t take kindly to it, fucking you down on his prick with hard features and occasional groans.
he’s not struggling. his measured breathing, usual rbf and muscles rippling but otherwise unstrained, lead you to wonder if he’s getting anything out of this at all. but you’re close, a familiar heat churning in the pit of your stomach whilst your cunt clings to his prick like a suction cup.
he twitches inside of you, thick fingers biting into the curve of your arse as his pecs and abs flex. he ups his pace, rutting at a harsher force and rhythm. the locker starts to creak behind you as it starts to lift from the ground, and you want to warn könig but you can’t get your fucking words out — too drunk on the way he drills in and out of you. it’s a tight fit; the stretch so vast that your hole looks like a screaming mouth where juices spill from the cracks around him.
not that he leaves much room for anything to go to waste. you’re plugged full, and your pussy starts to squelch around him as you grow wetter by the second.
the locker wobbles and you garble when you cream around his delving cock, globules of your thick cum splattering onto the tiled floor — his dick pumping it out of you, the pure volume of it having nowhere else to go but pour around him.
he’s not far behind you, spinning milky webs straight into your womb just as the locker gives out — crashing to the floor. it’s loud. deafening, even. and you squeal not just from the commotion, but the way he’s still moving — fucking every last drop from his heavy balls into you.
the door to his changing room opens and you gasp, hiding your face in his neck. “könig-!”
he slows his tempo, now lazily stroking himself between your spasming walls. deliberate and gradual. “you okay, champ—? Shit.” his coach stops dead, gawking for a second at the sight of his best fighter standing stark-naked with a humiliated you speared atop his cock. he clears his throat. “uh, sorry. five minutes, okay?”
“ten.” könig shamelessly corrects the man, glaring right at him.
Was reading some Omegaverse works today and I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.
But it lead to another thought to what is Konig was a wolf or dog hybrid and had his sweet little bunny pet and got to knot them, filling them, claiming them.
I HAD A THOT LIKE THIS BEFORE OMG ILY !! it was after i found out that tomcats have toothed cocks so that it hurts when the female cats try to get free. it kinda latches to their cervixes until they’re impregnated. i think. i’m pretty sure. i’m not a cat. i wish i was. i mean, imagine your mate having a toothed cock. aren’t cats’ tongues toothed too? OMG IMAGINE KÖNIG EATING YOUR PUSSY WITH HIS TOOTHED TONGUE. actually ouch never mind. anyway.
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON-CON, hybrid!könig, knotting, bloating, public, interspecies (?), rough sex.
my hybrid!könig is like super hybrid. he’s got a knot but is also notched too. i’m filthy sorry 😖
you sniffle and whimper, scraping at the forest floor whilst the serrated prongs of his prick embed into the walls of your cunt — severing if you squirm and wiggle too much. he’s panting above you, claws slicing into the softness of your narrow hips. it’s not like he has to hold you in place; his fanged cock and its convexed head already keeps you skewered in place so he can focus on filling you with his pups :3
you’re crying. blubbering, even. garbling on agonised moans. his cock is knotted, the bulbous head locking into your tight canal so he can pump you full. and you can’t ignore that the way he’s stretched you wide open feels good — splitting you in half on his meaty girth. it’s the way it splinters your insides that makes you wish he’ll let you go, something you’ve pleaded for since he first wrestled you to the ground and stabbed you full.
he growls behind you, nails drawing blood from your flesh when his raw seed pumps into your uterus. he should release you now. groom you with his tongue until you’re clean of his semen and no longer bleeding from your hole. but he doesn’t.
he keeps rutting against your rear, no doubt slicing your poor cunny to shreds whilst his knot hammers into your gummy spot. you’re choking on staggered breaths — laboured from how winded you feel. he’s ramming into you, plunging his potent cum deep into your womb where he’s already bred you.
your stomach starts to swell, your cunt leaking around his dick from being so flooded with his product. you can’t possibly consume much more of him, but his heavy balls still spew their load within you — cock still fastened to the clamp of your cunt :((
Was reading some Omegaverse works today and I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.
But it lead to another thought to what is Konig was a wolf or dog hybrid and had his sweet little bunny pet and got to knot them, filling them, claiming them.
I HAD A THOT LIKE THIS BEFORE OMG ILY !! it was after i found out that tomcats have toothed cocks so that it hurts when the female cats try to get free. it kinda latches to their cervixes until they’re impregnated. i think. i’m pretty sure. i’m not a cat. i wish i was. i mean, imagine your mate having a toothed cock. aren’t cats’ tongues toothed too? OMG IMAGINE KÖNIG EATING YOUR PUSSY WITH HIS TOOTHED TONGUE. actually ouch never mind. anyway.
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON-CON, hybrid!könig, knotting, bloating, public, interspecies (?), rough sex.
my hybrid!könig is like super hybrid. he’s got a knot but is also notched too. i’m filthy sorry 😖
you sniffle and whimper, scraping at the forest floor whilst the serrated prongs of his prick embed into the walls of your cunt — severing if you squirm and wiggle too much. he’s panting above you, claws slicing into the softness of your narrow hips. it’s not like he has to hold you in place; his fanged cock and its convexed head already keeps you skewered in place so he can focus on filling you with his pups :3
you’re crying. blubbering, even. garbling on agonised moans. his cock is knotted, the bulbous head locking into your tight canal so he can pump you full. and you can’t ignore that the way he’s stretched you wide open feels good — splitting you in half on his meaty girth. it’s the way it splinters your insides that makes you wish he’ll let you go, something you’ve pleaded for since he first wrestled you to the ground and stabbed you full.
he growls behind you, nails drawing blood from your flesh when his raw seed pumps into your uterus. he should release you now. groom you with his tongue until you’re clean of his semen and no longer bleeding from your hole. but he doesn’t.
he keeps rutting against your rear, no doubt slicing your poor cunny to shreds whilst his knot hammers into your gummy spot. you’re choking on staggered breaths — laboured from how winded you feel. he’s ramming into you, plunging his potent cum deep into your womb where he’s already bred you.
your stomach starts to swell, your cunt leaking around his dick from being so flooded with his product. you can’t possibly consume much more of him, but his heavy balls still spew their load within you — cock still fastened to the clamp of your cunt :((
I AM GOING FERAL FOR BOXER!KÖNIG.
Boxer König before a match pls pls pls I need him so bad (ignore if you want lmao, I’m going crazy without him)
“ignore if you want to” SHUT UPPPP IM DOING ITTT
elevated sex? standing sex? i dunno what you fuckin call it man. creampie, you get caught. MDNI 18+
“is this— mmf! a good idea?” you moan out, breathless. he’s got you pressed against a locker, legs locked around his hips whilst his large hands hold you up by the underside of your arse.
“why would it not be?” he grunts, hips slamming your body against the cold metal behind you. you whimper, nails scraping down the sweaty bulges of his biceps. “your fight— hmmf~ starts soon. . .” your words are laboured. stammered and choked — toes curling and face contorting.
he thrusts particularly roughly into you then, punctuating the notion that he doesn’t care. “i know.” you mewl at that, fingers cutting into his slick skin. his cockhead — spewing and swollen — bullies itself against your cervix, pre-cum spitting into the narrow crevice. he starts to lift you from his cock, only to lower you back onto it.
your head thuds back, lips parted and eyes droopy. “you’re gonna wear yourself out.” you joke, gasped. he doesn’t take kindly to it, fucking you down on his prick with hard features and occasional groans.
he’s not struggling. his measured breathing, usual rbf and muscles rippling but otherwise unstrained, lead you to wonder if he’s getting anything out of this at all. but you’re close, a familiar heat churning in the pit of your stomach whilst your cunt clings to his prick like a suction cup.
he twitches inside of you, thick fingers biting into the curve of your arse as his pecs and abs flex. he ups his pace, rutting at a harsher force and rhythm. the locker starts to creak behind you as it starts to lift from the ground, and you want to warn könig but you can’t get your fucking words out — too drunk on the way he drills in and out of you. it’s a tight fit; the stretch so vast that your hole looks like a screaming mouth where juices spill from the cracks around him.
not that he leaves much room for anything to go to waste. you’re plugged full, and your pussy starts to squelch around him as you grow wetter by the second.
the locker wobbles and you garble when you cream around his delving cock, globules of your thick cum splattering onto the tiled floor — his dick pumping it out of you, the pure volume of it having nowhere else to go but pour around him.
he’s not far behind you, spinning milky webs straight into your womb just as the locker gives out — crashing to the floor. it’s loud. deafening, even. and you squeal not just from the commotion, but the way he’s still moving — fucking every last drop from his heavy balls into you.
the door to his changing room opens and you gasp, hiding your face in his neck. “könig-!”
he slows his tempo, now lazily stroking himself between your spasming walls. deliberate and gradual. “you okay, champ—? Shit.” his coach stops dead, gawking for a second at the sight of his best fighter standing stark-naked with a humiliated you speared atop his cock. he clears his throat. “uh, sorry. five minutes, okay?”
“ten.” könig shamelessly corrects the man, glaring right at him.
kinktober : oct 20th
könig x getting caught
könig was shameless.
he had you stood up, arched in an uncomfortable yet perfectly demeaning way as he stands behind you, knees bent slightly — practically using you like a toy. you were naked, whilst only his tight khakis were thrust down to mid thigh. you whine, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room.
“thats it, thaaats it.” he growls, one hand coming up to hold you by the throat to give him a better grip on you. “scheiße, my girl. just mine.”
“m’yours!” you try to appease to him, but you’re met with a gentle grip of the jaw, not even turning you to face him, just a show of dominance.
“quiet. if i want a comment from you, i’ll request it.” he pants and you whimper sadly, clenching hard around his obscenely thick length at his mean tone. he goes to say something else, but the door swings open.
some rookie, fresh faced and loudly proclaiming your man’s name as if he’d been searching for him. poor kid, he’ll learn to knock. you gasp, a devastated whine leaving you — and to your surprise könig doesn’t stop, infact he barely acknowledges his presence, only glancing his way as he continues thrusting, leaning back slightly to focus on the way your ass recoils against him. you swear you hear him scoff out a practically inaudible chuckle.
“close the door.” he commands quietly and calmly and the rookie is spinning around, red faced and silent — probably too afraid to reveal to his peers what he just saw. “tsk, silly girl.” he blames you. you cry out in humiliation, a devastating and whiney noise as you try to cover your teary eyes with your hands, and suddenly he’s a lot nicer to you.
he adjusts his stance, spreading his legs wider, feet caging yours as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing sloppy and affectionate kisses to your jaw, neck and cheek. “did this embarrass you, liebling?” he asks, tone quieter and more sympathetic.
“he s-saw me!” you wail and he’s shushing you, humungous hand rubbing your stomach in a soothing circle before sliding down to rub against your clit. his thrusts are slower now, hips rolling and tummy tensed at the angle he stands at. you collapse against him a little with an eased moan, he hums.
“need to be quiet then, don’t you?” he chastises, but his tone is still gentle. “why don’t you cum for the colonel, hm? make it worth something.”