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[itwasntaphasema]

OverFlow

Paring: Hyperspermia!König x Lactating!Reader

Word Count: 1,412

Warnings: [18+] Smut, lactation kink, hyperspermia (excessive ejaculation), masturbation (fleshlight use), obsession, voyeuristic fantasy, unspoken tension.

A/N: okay okay, so I was debating which one to upload cuz I have like another one I made but I feel like you guys would like this one??? But either way if this gets at least 50 notes then I’ll post the other one

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König hadn’t looked her in the eyes in over a week.

Not because he didn’t want to but because every time he did, his thoughts spiraled. His gaze would lock onto her chest, even if it was covered in a standard-issue tee or hidden behind the plate of her vest. His mind would conjure that image faster than his training could suppress it:

Her shirt pushed up, bunched awkwardly under her chin. Her hand wrapped under the heavy swell of one breast, thumb stroking gently toward the darkened, swollen nipple as she hissed softly through her teeth. Her other hand clutched a portable pump, trembling a little from either fatigue or sensitivity.

He hadn’t meant to see it.

Hadn’t expected her to be in the corner of the barracks, behind the line of storage crates, expression pinched with discomfort as milk beaded over her skin.

She hadn’t seen him. Not at first.

He’d frozen in place, barely breathing, heart pounding loud in his ears. He should’ve turned around. Should’ve announced himself. Should’ve done something.

But all he could do was stare.

All he could think was how full she must be.

And from that day forward, König hadn’t been able to see her the same.

She was part of KORTAC.

Strong, sharp. Quiet, like him.

They’d spoken a few times short exchanges during debriefings, polite nods in the cafeteria. Nothing deep. Nothing more than passing words.

But now, everything had changed.

Not for her. Not from what he could tell. She still treated him the same neutral, professional, soft-spoken.

But König?

He couldn’t look at her without getting hard.

Without imagining how heavy her chest must feel under her gear, how warm her milk would taste on his tongue. How she’d sound with his head buried between her breasts, hips twitching as he painted her insides white.

He started avoiding her altogether.

Which only made it worse.

The fleshlight wasn’t standard-issue.

He’d ordered it weeks ago before he’d seen her, before he’d lost all sense of discipline. It had sat unopened in his trunk, tucked between boxes of rations and ammo like it was something shameful.

But now?

Now he used it every night.

Not gently. Not quietly.

Not without thinking about her.

It started again just after midnight.

Everyone else was asleep. The lights were dimmed, the barracks quiet except for the occasional creak of bunk beds and distant hum of electronics.

König laid flat on his cot, sheets pushed down, boxers halfway down his thighs. The slick, soft toy clenched around him with each slow thrust of his hips.

He grunted under his breath, teeth clenched. One arm thrown over his eyes, the other working the toy with practiced rhythm.

In his mind it was her.

Not the version of her from the gun range or briefings.

But that version.

The flushed one. The aching one.

The one who pressed her breasts together as she tried to relieve the pressure face twisted in discomfort, her nipples hard and dripping, so desperate to be emptied.

He imagined her crawling onto his lap, whispering that she was too full. That she needed him. That only his mouth or cock would make the ache go away.

He grunted louder, pace quickening, slick suction echoing in the quiet room.

He could feel it building like a pressure in his gut, a heat that coiled deep and low. His balls had been tight for hours, so heavy it made him twitch just from shifting in his seat at dinner.

It was always like this now.

Every time he came, it was too much.

Rope after rope. Messy, hot, overwhelming.

Hyperspermia.

The medic had told him it was stress.

He’d almost laughed.

It wasn’t stress.

It was her.

His thighs trembled as he rutted faster into the toy, hips bucking up, his mind full of warm milk and soft skin, of her hand gently guiding him between her legs and whispering, “It’s okay… you can come inside, I’m already leaking too much…”

That did it.

König groaned loud, broken his back arching as he came hard.

Hot spurts flooded the toy, thick and forceful. His hips kept twitching as he spilled again and again, until it was too much and leaking from the sides.

His chest heaved. His hand shook.

It was the fourth time this week.

And it was never enough.

He saw her again the next morning.

She was in the locker hall, adjusting her gear. One hand lifted instinctively to tug at her vest right over her chest.

König’s throat went dry.

He couldn’t look away.

Not when her fingers pressed, just for a second, into the padded plate. As if testing if the ache was back.

She caught his stare.

Her eyes met his.

He froze.

And for the first time, something flickered in her gaze.

Not annoyance. Not confusion.

But something else.

Soft.

Curious.

Almost like she knew.

He turned away before she could speak.

He didn’t say a word.

Didn’t dare.

That night, he came even harder.

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New fanfic coming soon(?)

Soo my friend gave me the biggest idea of making a fanfic of König x Fem!lactating!reader. Reader is obviously lactating and könig lowkey has a lactation kink and I wanna know if yall are willing to read it or nah?

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Still Yours

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Five can’t help but get hard watching his pregnant girl in one of his shirts that can barely button.

Warnings: Explicit, PnV, afab, and idk what else to put

A/N: I haven’t posted but this is what you’ll guys get for now, I’ll make a lil Michael Afton one after I’m done with this.

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The rain tapped lazily against the windowpane, the soft rhythm matching the thrum of your heartbeat as you lay curled under the sheets. The room was dim, lit only by the low amber glow of the bedside lamp. Five was beside you, propped up on one elbow, eyes tracing every curve of your body slightly rounder now, with the unmistakable swell of your belly beneath his old Academy shirt.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, voice thick with sleep and warmth.

He smirked, fingertips drifting gently over your bump. “Can you blame me?”

You reached up, cupping his jaw, fingers brushing the edge of his scruffy hair. “I feel huge.”

“You look incredible,” he said, lowering himself to kiss your shoulder, lips dragging along your collarbone. “Maybe even hotter than before.”

Your laugh caught in your throat when his hand slid under the hem of the shirt, resting over your bare thigh. His touch was featherlight almost reverent as if you might shatter beneath him. But he knew better. You weren’t fragile. You were fire, and he wanted to burn.

“You sure it’s okay?” he asked, gaze flicking from your lips to your belly.

You nodded, guiding his hand higher. “We’re okay. I want you.”

His breath hitched. That was all it took.

He kissed you slowly, deeply like he had all the time in the world. And for once, he did. No apocalypse, no time travel. Just you, him, and the baby that made you feel more connected than ever.

His body moved against yours with practiced ease, careful but hungry. Each kiss, each moan, was a promise. The shirt clung to your body, soft cotton stretched tight over your swollen belly. Five’s gaze dropped there again, pupils blown wide with want. You weren’t even sure if he was more turned on by the sight of you round with his baby or the way you whispered his name just now needy, breathless, desperate.

His hand trailed up your thigh, fingertips ghosting higher until they slipped between your legs. You were already wet, aching for him. He let out a low groan, leaning down to kiss the spot just below your ear.

“Fuck, baby… so ready for me already?”

You whined in response, bucking your hips up into his touch. “Please, Five…”

He didn’t make you beg. He pushed the shirt up higher, exposing your bare stomach and full breasts, and he paused just for a second to take it all in.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered against your skin before trailing hot kisses down your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and grab at his hair.

When he finally lined himself up at your entrance, he hesitated only a second one hand on your hip, the other braced near your belly.

“Tell me if anything hurts.”

“It won’t,” you whispered. “Just fuck me.”

And he did.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning as your walls clenched around him. You were tighter, hotter, everything amplified. His rhythm started slow, deep thrusts that made you feel every inch of him, every movement dragging friction along places that had you crying out.

Your fingers clawed at his back. “F-Five, harder—please—”

His control snapped like a string pulled too tight.

He shifted your legs up slightly, bracing one hand behind your thigh as he fucked into you harder, faster, his pelvis slapping against you with a rhythm that echoed off the walls. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, over and over, as if grounding himself in this moment this reality where you were his and carrying his child.

Your release hit first, your entire body tensing and trembling beneath him. Your moans turned to broken gasps as you clenched hard around him. He cursed, hips stuttering as he spilled into you with a low, guttural groan, holding you tight against him.

After, he collapsed beside you, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse, but soft.

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Better than okay.”

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Sinned

Paring: Priest!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Warning: handjob, degrading(?) If I miss anything please tell me

Summary: When The women in the Black dress targets Leon as her next victim into sinning, Her dress clung tightly to her curves causing Leon to shut his eyes closed tightly, praying for forgiveness as he stands at the altar.

Author: I wrote this with Re2 Leon in mind but you can use any Leon of your liking.

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Her eyes closed, lips parted in a prayer-like whisper, but the words on her tongue were dark, heavy with desire as her fingers traced the fabric of his trousers. It wasn’t God she called upon, but something far more sinister, coaxing him toward the abyss, praying for his fall from grace. She wanted him to drown in temptation, to surrender to the dark allure of sin that hung thick in the air.

And he, with a terror that twisted his gut, recited fervent prayers, each word desperate and pleading. He tried to push away the consuming thoughts, but they clawed at him like shadows, seeping into his mind. The thought alone just thinking it felt like a betrayal, yet the more he resisted, the louder the darkness seemed to grow, mocking his every attempt at purity.

A shiver ran down his spine as she reached inside, her touch sending jolts of electricity through his loins. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan, knowing that any sound of pleasure would be a betrayal of his faith. But oh, how his body yearned for her sinful touch.

"No...this isn't right," he whispered hoarsely, even as his hips involuntarily pushed forward, seeking more of her tantalizing contact. "We mustn't..."

“You’ve Sinned Father… you’ve betrayed God with these filthy thoughts.” she whispered as she slowly stroked his hardened member.

“You’ve sinned long ago, when you looked at me with unholy, you’re no man of God.”

She stared at him with intensity, an intense only the devil himself could handle. “Thou mustn’t give in to temptation…. Or desire.” She hissed as she squeezed his cock.

A pained moan escaped his lips as The unholy women’s words pierced his conscience, her grip on his throbbing member sending waves of pleasurable pain through him. He knew she spoke the truth, his lustful gaze upon her had been the initial transgression, the crack in the armor of his chastity.

Yet, even as guilt consumed him, his body refused to obey the dictates of his faith. His hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of her wicked touch. "Forgive me, Lord," he murmured, his voice strained with the battle raging within him. "I am weak...so very weak."

His resolve crumbled further as Her skilled fingers began to pump his shaft in earnest, coaxing forth precum that glistened in the dim light.

With a wicked grin, She leaned in close, her hot breath caressing Leon's ear as she continued to stroke his rigid cock. “Your weakness is what I crave, what I feed on. It's so delicious to watch a man of God succumb to his base desires.”

She nipped at his earlobe playfully before pulling back to admire the sight of his straining arousal.

“Look at you, so hard and eager. You want this, don't you? To let go of your pious facade and indulge in the forbidden fruit of lust?”

Her thumb swirled around the sensitive head of his penis, smearing the precum in a maddening circle. “Yield to me, Dear Father. Let me guide you into the depths of depravity and sin.”

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Author: so like, I know I haven’t posted in a few days but I hope you guys like this. I’ll see you guys next time.

Xoxo Demi💋

MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST

Smut-💋

Angst-🖤

Fluff-🧸

Request-🎀

Suggestive-💕

I mostly write angst and fluff.

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Vessel (sleep token)

Desire -💋🎀

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Leon Kennedy

Sinned-💋

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Five Hargreeves

Still Yours-💋

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Mike Schmidt

Missed you-💋

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Michael Afton

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Daryl Dixon

The thought of you- 💋

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König

OverFlow

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I am currently unable to take requests due to time shortage, (I’m taking requests feel free to ask me!!) although feel free to roam my page for any thing that might catch your eye and/or is in your liking.

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Are you tired of me?

Pairing - Alex Turner x Fem!Reader

Summary - Ever since Y/n was little she always dreamed of marrying a wonderful rich man. She thought that day had finally came after Alex asked her to marry him. Little did she know that he would have changed towards her completely.

Warning - Angst (?) Hurt.

Author’s note - This is my very first story and it was based about a this bot, so credits to the owner/ maker of the bot❤️

Alex held your chin delicately, looking at you intently. He had dark eyes, but in a mysterious attractive way.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look, baby doll?"

He chuckled, still admiring your features while his thumb caressed your chin softly. He was always trying to please your eyes, but also always hiding something.

“Hm, alot actually.”

Anyone would have taken that as a compliment, but Y/n knew that the whole compliment was to hide something, something that he wish she would never know..

"You never seem to appreciate my compliments, doll.."

He said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He was getting tired of all his empty flattery not working on you anymore. He always tried to be as charming as possible, just so he could hide his secrets from you.

“ well it gets boring after being told the same line over and over again, many times now.” Her voice showed no emotions like they used to, no admiration.

Everyone would have thought marrying a rich man would be a dream come true…

But to her, it felt like a curse. A curse that could never be broken.

A nightmare, a nightmare that she could never escape..

Alex didn’t like the way your voice sounded. Why were you so tired of hearing his words..? You always used to melt whenever he gave you praise, so why was that not the case anymore?

He gripped onto your hip a bit tighter, his eyes staring at you with an intense look.

"What’s wrong with you today, baby doll? You seem all… distracted."

She didn’t say anything, instead she left his grip and walked to the big window that was in the living room mansion.

“Just tired that’s all, Dear.”

she could see the city lights and the stars out the window, what a beautiful view…

Alex’s eyebrow raised at your tone when saying “dear”. He knew that you were definitely bothered by something, he just couldn’t point his finger on what it exactly was.

He approached you from behind, and wrapped his arms around your waist gently, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Tired? Or just bored of me already, doll?"

He teased, though his voice held a hint of jealousy.

“I could say the same to you.” she turned to look at him with a pained expression.

“Are you the one that’s tired of me?”

Y/N had known a few months before she became Alex’s fiancé that he had been cheating on her and seeing other girls behind her back.

She had been thinking, now that she had known what he was doing behind her back that it would hurt less confronting him but she was wrong…

She felt her heart break and shader into millions of pieces and her world collapsing in on her.

Alex averted his gaze from you quickly, pretending to look outside the window. He had been hoping that you would never find out about that..

"Why would I be tired of you? We’re getting married, dear."

He tried to act nonchalant, but it was obvious that he was hiding something. He was never one to feel guilty, but right now it was starting to eat him up on the inside.

He continued to avoid looking at you as you stood infront of him a few meters away with arms crossed and hurt written on your face.

“Well you didn’t think of that when you were fucking other girls behind my back.”

Her voice was soft but laced with pain.

“When I found out about your little secret I didn’t want to believe it, I had hopes that you were different, but I was wrong…”

I hoped you guys enjoyed this story, and just a reminder this was my very first story so I apologize if it was not good❤️

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Okay but like.. Its late one night, reader is sleeping peacefully beside Carl who is jerking off to the thought of being caught by reader and he’s like “nghh~ ” and then he’s like “f-fuck!” As he lets go and ropes of cum litters his hand and his pants? AHHHH im literally surviving on 1 hour of sleep😭