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price with a puppy! girl who he can train to greet him at the door naked with a pretty pink collar and a matching leash that is ready for him to take. he loves how you pant and moan when he's fucking you doggy style. is a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. makes sure to has a special engraved tag with his name on it.

ghost with a fawn! girl who he can chase down in the woods without a second thought and will let him pin you to the dirt and fuck you senseless because he's had a rough day. he loves to stroke your ears and tail when you cuddle up to him and will hand-feed you treats.

kyle with a bunny! girl who is so soft and adorable dressed up in those frilly outfits that make you hide your face as he dresses you before letting you hump his cock after he played with your nipples through the sheer fabric. kyle loves it when you twitch his nose which makes him chuckle and hold you closer to him.

soap with a kitty! girl who bites and scratches when you get a bit overstimulated and he loves it, will sometimes bat at you with a cat toy to make you draw your claws. will fuck you extra harder to feel your nails drag up his back leaving a mess of red lines.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

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hi everybody!

i know i've kind of dropped off the face of the earth, but I just want to let y'all know it's because i've been really sick!

my goal is to keep writing and creating, but it's been difficult, and i'm incredibly disappointed that i've missed kinktober this year!

i'll be getting better soon, so please look forward to some new stuff from me!

thanks for sticking around and i love you all <3

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I have been SPOILED!!! Two very lovely people made drabbles inspired by the König x Reader Hunger Games AU I’m dying to share with you all!

Summertime - by @spn-samifer

This one ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it against the wall like a wet paper towel. Features a young John Price shortly after his games. Beautifully written and absolutely tragic.

Honey Cakes - by @thesoundofrayne

Instead of making your eyes wet, this one will get the kitty wet. Features Titan X Reader getting a ‘gift’ in the arena. Such a fun and clever concept and brilliant execution!

Fan Art by @bzurk

If you haven’t seen it yet - bzurk basically asked for my hand in marriage with this beautiful, scrumptious, perfect art of König & Reader based on Chapter 5. I wish I could paste it to the inside of my eyelids. Bzurk’s undeniable talent with both art and writing will never, ever cease to amaze me.

Thank you all so much these were such treats to receive and I cannot put into words just how much y’all mean to me 🥺💕 If you’d like to join the discussion, mosey on over to our Discord Book Club / König-Fucker Chat! We’ll be waiting ;)

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nsfw. price who takes pride in how well he takes care of his missus. it’s your world and he’s just living in it baby!

there’s not a day that goes by where you aren’t fucked and fed properly. will go to great lengths to make your life as easy as possible, which includes being selfless. which is why when he goes on long work trips he’ll ask one of the boys to take good care of you until he gets back. preferably simon; johnny is much too eager, and gaz is too much of a sweetheart to rough you up just how you like. he can’t bare the thought of having his girl waking up to an empty bed. which why he’ll leave simon with the keys to your home and a heavy pat on the back.

“I’ll be back in a few days. keep her entertained for me, will ya? if she starts getting fussy just means she’s due for a proper fucking. she’s a restless little thing. take good care of her now, yeah? I’ll be expecting updates.”

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this is so smooth and flowy and stunning MWAH

I like them a normal amount ♥

without mask under the cut! 🫶

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mafia!price with a lounge singer (especially one that sings in his club) will never not floor me :((

you’re so talented, the whole room stops when you’re on stage but you’re shining light is slowly being dampened out by the no-good thug you’re dating (who just so happens to be his goon)

you always avoid his gaze, not wanting to get mixed up with him but one day you come sobbing to him, asking him for a loan. giving him some sob story about your boyfriend rinsing out all your accounts to pay his debts. the thing is, though, he doesn’t give loans to sweet things like you. he’s not a monster, he looks after his own and you’ve been a loyal employee

so, he tells you that he’ll do you one better. he’ll fix your money problems and he’ll let you pick what set of brass knuckles he uses to beat the everliving shit out of your boyfriend

just as long as you give the cool metal a good luck kiss first <3

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soap x reader, WIP, 1.3k, sfw. cw: isolation, manipulation.

Johnny wasn’t the same after he came home.

You noticed it immediately, the shift in the air, the way everything about him feels wrong. You notice it in the way his hands tremble when he holds you, in the small, fleeting glances he throws your way when he thinks you're not looking. He’s there, standing in the same space as you, but it’s like a part of him stayed behind, lost in whatever place he was in when the bullet hit.

It’s been months since they handed him back to you, since those days in the hospital where you listened to doctors carefully navigate words like “trauma” and “prognosis,” where they spoke around the truth without touching it. The scar near his temple has faded some, just a faint crescent of pink flesh now. But the deeper wound, the one you can’t see, festers. It gnaws at him. It’s changed him.

At first, you waited for him to come back to you. Thought that all he needed was time. That he'd slip back into normal life, back into the routines you once shared. You told yourself he’d find his rhythm again, that the nightmares would fade, that he’d laugh the way he used to, that the silence between you would shrink. It always did. But not this time. Time didn’t heal him. If anything, it’s made him more distant, more afraid. Your Johnny, the man that never knew fear, was afraid.

He hovers. Watches you from the corner of his eye like he’s scared you’ll disappear. He’s quieter now, more distant, but with this strange, desperate energy simmering beneath his skin, like a spring wound too tight. You feel it in the way his touch lingers too long and too tight as if he's trying to hold onto something that keeps slipping away.

Some nights, he doesn’t sleep at all, restless. You hear him moving through the house long after the world outside has gone still. The creak of the floorboards in the hallway, the soft sound of him touching things as if he needs to reassure himself that they’re still there, that you’re still here. He checks the doors, the windows, again and again. As if he can’t trust that you’re safe. When he finally returns to bed, you pretend to sleep, but you feel him watching you in the dark, his breath shallow, counting the rise and fall of your chest like he’s afraid there won’t be another inhale.

And then there are his words; haunting and chilling in their implications.

"Do ye think there's anything after death?" he asked one night, his eyes empty and distant as if speaking to someone beyond this world. The concept consumes him now, gnawing at his sanity and eroding away the person he once was.

“What if something happens to ye? What if- what if I lose ye?” His voice is low, strained, as if the thought of losing you is more unbearable than anything he’s seen.

And you try to reassure him, tell him you’re not going anywhere, but you see it in his eyes; he doesn’t believe you. He doesn’t trust that life won’t take you from him the way it nearly took him from you.

You catch him sometimes, just sitting by the window, staring out, fingers absently tracing the scar near his temple. You ask him what he’s thinking, but he never really answers. His eyes tell you more than his words ever could. It’s not death that haunts him anymore. It’s the idea that he survived - survived only to lose the one thing he still has left.

He’s afraid of something else now, of losing you. Of life slipping through his fingers while he’s still alive, as if he's trapped in some limbo between living and dying. The fragility of everything weighs on him now. How quickly it can all be taken away. In that fear, you see how tightly he clings to you, how much he’s come to depend on the idea that you’re still here, still with him.

With his reliance, his dependance, came isolation.

It starts slowly - so slowly you don’t even notice it at first. A missed call here, a forgotten message there. In the beginning, it feels like he needs you more than anyone else does. His grip on you tightens, but it’s soft at first, wrapped in affection. He says he just wants more time with you, more moments where it’s just the two of you, safe and together. And after everything he’s been through, who could blame him?

It felt nice, to be needed. Appreciated. Loved.

But over time, it changes. The excuses start. You skip one dinner with friends because Johnny’s having a bad day. Then it’s a weekend with family that you can’t make because he’s restless and doesn’t want to be alone. You brush it off because he needs you, and after what happened to him, it seems right to put him first. But it becomes more frequent. More insistent. And before you realize it, you’re missing invitations altogether.

You find yourself canceling plans because when you mention going out, his voice tightens, his eyes flicker with that haunted, empty look, and he asks, “Why d’ye need to go? Can’t ye just stay here? With me?”

It’s not a request.

There’s an undercurrent of something darker now, something desperate. He’s not just asking for company, he’s asking for control, cloaked in the guise of needing you. His paranoia rubs off on you, stains your skin with goosebumps and chills. What if something happens to him while you’re gone? What if something happens to you? What if he’s left all alone?

He’s lost so much already; his teammates, his sense of purpose, everything he once knew. They’re all back out there, fighting without him, and you’re all he has left. You see that fear in his eyes, the terror of being abandoned again, of losing the last person who’s still within his reach. And that’s when you realize you’re not just his partner anymore. You’ve become his tether to the world, his lifeline. And in his mind, if he loses you, he loses everything.

The weight of his fear has begun to press down on you, smothering you slowly, the way his presence always seems to leach into every corner of your life.

It becomes easier to say no to people, easier to lie and tell them you’re busy when really, you’re just trapped. You try to tell yourself it’s okay, that he’s been through enough, that this is how he copes.

You feel the isolation creeping in, like walls closing around you.

He doesn’t want you talking to your friends. He doesn’t say it outright, but you can feel it in the way he sighs when your phone rings, in the tight-lipped silence when you mention meeting someone for coffee.

“I just want ye to be safe,” he says, voice low, almost pleading. “Can’t trust the world out there.”

And the worst part is, you start to believe him. He knows the world outside better then you do, doesn’t he? He’s seen it without the tinted glasses of ignorance, exposed to the underbelly of it, been trapped in it, scarred and mauled by it. Swallowed by it and spat back out.

You’ve begun to crack under the strain, hairline fractures that splinter and spread under stress. The weight of his fear, the constant need to reassure him, to be there every second, begins to suffocate you. He doesn’t see it. He thinks he’s protecting you, protecting both of you. But you know that he’s pulling you into the same darkness that haunts him, isolating you piece by piece until you’re just as trapped as he is.

You love him, more than anything, but you can feel yourself drowning.

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wanted to join kinktober so bad this year but life's been busy so... maybe expect a few?? maybe expect random sporadic posts? oh well

Kinktober 2024 Prompt List

Please feel free to share and use the list below. Or the header! This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Please feel free to tag me in any and all Kinktober stories that you post, I’m eager to read them. Have fun and have a wonderful Kinktober!

Handjobs // Temperature Play // Breast Worship

Piercing // Double Penetration // Voyeurism

Sixty-nine // Public Sex // Pet Play

Sensory Deprivation // Leather or Latex // Watersports

Rough Sex // Anal Beads // Bondage

A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex

Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play

Flogging // Swallowing // Cock Warming

Anal // Praise Kink // Food Play

Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation

Gags // Shaving // Knife Play 

Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play

Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Gangbang // Collaring // Candle - Wax Play

Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing

Nipple Play // Cock Worship // Lactation 

Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex

Cockring or Plugs // Foot Fettish // Massaging

Suspension // Fisting // Mirror Sex

Infidelity - Cuckolding // Cunnilingus // Threesome

Gun Play // Monsterfucking // Shower - Bath Sex

Deepthroating // Thigh Riding or Fucking // Choking 

Licking // Degradation // Breeding 

Glove Kink // Masturbation //  Somnophilia

Pussy Slapping // Non Con - Dub Con // Titty Fucking

Pegging // Edgeplay // Seduction 

Lap Dances // Hate Fucking - Angry Sex // Breast Worship

Fucking Machine // Phone Sex // Impact Play

Branding // Hunter - Prey // Uniforms

Weight Gain // Object Insertion // Sex Pollen 

Free For All 

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Ok I know that we are all animal lover König truthers here…I absolutely adore all the fics where he has a big ol’ dog to keep him company, or a snake, possibly rats (misunderstood pets ftw)

but could you fucking IMAGINE. if you go over to his house for the first time to have dinner and watch a movie or something, and then he randomly gets up and goes

“Oh no! I almost forgot to feed Strudel!!”

To which you reply ‘who’s Strudel?’ but he’s already running off to his room. You figure he just has a dog or a cat that doesn’t do well with new people and likes to hide, so when he comes back a few minutes later you ask about his pet.

and ofc he gets the biggest smile on his face and says “I’ll go get her! You’ll love her, Schatzi, she’s such a little darling :]”

and then he comes back a second later and he just

hampter

tagging @suimon because idk

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will never ever shut up about how predatory he looks in this gif 😵‍💫

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froggo attack moo deng

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💓✨🪄💗💞🥰 moo deng 🥰💞💗🪄✨💓

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burning text gif maker

heart locket gif maker

minecraft advancement maker

minecraft logo font text generator w/assorted textures and pride flags

windows error message maker (win1.0-win11)

FromSoftware image macro generator (elden ring Noun Verbed text)

image to 3d effect gif

vaporwave image generator

microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)

you're welcome

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wild, hungry & bloodthirsty :3

inspired by Trapper, Keeper ch. 13 by @tinypandacakes

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I'm giving you a BIG SMOOCH

The BIGGEST OF SMOOCHES

SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH

(Platonically)

- Kai (@sward-detcader)

bzurk @ kai

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