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cw: yandere(?) bear hybrid! könig, afab!fem! reader, masturbation, hybrids, stalking, possessive behavior, drabble not proofread

Let's say, you were the pretty girl who lived in the woodland cabin. You helped the animals who were hurt, had a pretty garden of vegetables, during certain seasons you had fruit too. And sure, maybe you weren't the most innocent gal, you were certainly the cutest. At least, you were in the eyes of bear hybrid!König.

It was hard to pin point the exact moment he fell in love with you, but he was certain it was love at first sight. You were quite the exhibitionist after all; leaving your windows open while your hand slipped between your thighs at night. The delicious scent of your arousal and sweat combined with your muffled moans and pants against your blanket. König was certain you wanted him to watch.

And he would. He would be so memorized by the sight of you teasing the puffy lips of your cunt, you'd rub so fast and aggressively, just wanting to get in an orgasm before bed. It made his cock throb, couldn't help but rut against his own palm, groaning in along with your whimpers. The slick gathered up on your fingers looking so delicious, so sweet, nectar of his very own little forest goddess, almost tempting him to move closer.

Sure, König was a big scary bear hybrid, but with you? His cock throbbed to be gentle - salty promises to behave, the tip oozing with pearly precum with hopes and promises to fuck you good. To love you just the way you needed. Breaking into your home when you weren't around wasn't good enough anymore. You were starting to notice your missing panties and cute night gowns. König needed the real thing, he needed you.

And if König couldn't have you, neither could any other man. Especially the campground visitors, who made little effort to hide their interest in you. Watching as you tended to the garden like the sweet nature lover you were. König would watch from the distance, waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare them away without you getting scared.

You were his human, after all. You didn't think you could run, did you?

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Not enough suffering. I need to cry.

The boys just continue to pretend that reader no longer exists. Becoming more of a fly on the wall then a roommate they occasionally fuck.

Soon they just leave you out of everything, dinner? There was not even leftovers for reader, no scrapes left either.

Reader won't leave because they will soon come back around tho right? >:')

god I just love PAIN

c/w: neglect, angst, no happy ending in this one, brief mentions of sex

it becomes a very depressing and very predictable pattern from them. wake up, avoid you then go to sleep. even when they speak to you, they’re never saying much. normally just a reminder that you left dishes in the sink or something mundane

you held out hope for the first few days, especially when simon came slinking over to you one night in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and having his way with you. his rough hands and fast pace made your heart swell solely because you missed having one of them even touch you

but when he just buckled up his trousers and left without a word, you realise you’re still on time out

sometimes you’re asleep before they get home, locked up in the spare room as you sniffle into your pillow. they don’t even come to check on you and you begin to wonder what conclusion they came to on your whereabouts. do they even know you’re at home? do they care?

every day of the month, you and the boys are supposed to set aside a night to go out for a date. seems your invite was lost in the post when you see them all dressed up, talking amongst themselves about the pub they’re going to

“can I come?” you ask, standing in the doorway and playing with your fingers nervously. the laughing and chattering stops instantly, all four heads turning to you as if they didn’t even know you were there. you know what the answer is going to be before any of them say anything

“you won’t like this place. it-“ john starts, and you know he’s about to list off some lazy excuse as to why you won’t like it. as if that was even the point. you don’t go on date nights with them for the actual drinks or decor. you go to spend time with them but they clearly didn’t want you there so you simply wouldn’t go

“whatever.” you mumble, rolling your eyes and turning to leave what was once your shared bedroom so they don’t see the tears in your eyes. you slam the door to the spare bedroom, throwing yourself onto the mattress and sobbing into the pillow

you hear a light tap on the door before it opens. you cease your crying almost instantly, keeping your back turned towards the door. your heart rate picks up and that sick familiar feeling of hope crawls its way back into your chest, “we weren’t saying you can’t come with us. come if you want just don’t make us wait around forever whilst you get ready.”

the sound of kyle’s voice fills the room but you can tell he doesn’t really want to be speaking to you, like simon or the captain told him to come do some damage control so you wouldn’t throw a strop about not being invited. you keep your back turned to him, nuzzling your head further into the pillow

“jus’ go without me.” you sniffle, “it’s not like you really want me there anyway.”

kyle sighs at your words and you hear your door softly click close and everyone’s feet shuffling downstairs before they go out the front door, leaving you alone again

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Ex husband König booking a babysitter, telling you that you all need a bigger house now, because your brood has grown to four. (More incoming if you want another baby girl)

You’re expecting to meet a realtor.

Instead you end up at the courthouse with his cum in your knickers ready to get remarried. 🌚

“I will get you a nice big diamond eternity ring maus, stop arguing.”

Who fucking said THAT

@cutiecusp @misshugs @pxssygxblin @sigrid666 @dustycrusty09

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ghost has a bird watching book

nothing fancy, just a humble little pocket guide to britain’s most common avifauna. he carries it with him when he takes johnny out on walks; uses it to identify exactly which feathered bastard keeps chirping up a storm overhead, or perhaps to distinguish between a chaffinch and a robin. it’s silly, but filled with annotations in smudged pencil – comments ranging from when he wasn’t able to match a warbling song to its singer, to a ranking of which passerine’s have the most audacity. he’s found it relaxes him to train his eye on the sky, and so he’s made a hobby of it.

johnny also has a bird watching book.

gifted to him by ghost. unlike his partner’s guide, though, johnny’s book came empty. 50 pages of blank, acid free paper, bound by moleskin with a pencil pocket sewn into the side. he loves his walks with simon. really, he does. but they often meandered through boring paths and would stop in the most anticlimactic places. the sketchbook, then, had the express purpose of giving him “something to do, since your chattering scares away the little shits.”

it seems to work. their treks get quieter, more routine. they start taking the same route twice a week, and now, johnny’s book is filled with sketches upon sketches of one bird in particular.

(that is, the pretty thing who hikes their trail too)

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She really loves her bull.

Cover art for an ongoing comic: patreon.com/monstercrave

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CW: gn reader*, angst, fluff, mentions of divorce, beautiful grovelling committed by none other than Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley because he’s our man 💪

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there is a part 2 in the vault with smut if you guys want it 🫣 (as this story is gender neutral, the daughter can be adopted or surrogated, if you wish to put it that way. but the next part will specify that the reader is afab)*

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husband!Simon, who is gutted but understanding when you say you want a divorce. your relationship had taken a slow but scrutinising turn ever since you had your first kid.

the flame wasn’t there anymore, and you had gone into a depressive state due to the overwhelming pressure of having to take care of your daughter by yourself every time he got deployed to another country, then having to pray he would make it out alive.

ex-husband!Simon, who moves out in a matter of days after the talk, going to a small local motel so you had your space. you are devastated at the loss of warmth on the other side of the bed. although it wouldn’t have been any different if he stayed, as you had both been isolating yourselves for a while.

ex-husband!Simon, who comes around every weeks to check up on you and your child. making sure that everything was okay, which it wasn’t, but you had pulled yourself together to make sure you were there for her.

ex-husband!Simon, who still comes to parent-teacher interviews/conferences, resting a loving hand on your thigh as your daughter’s teacher talks about how much of an amazing student she is.

you expected nothing of it as it could’ve just been a natural instinct from him.

like how he still wore his ring………. every day…

right…………

ex-husband!Simon, who helps out in the kitchen one night, after dropping off your daughter at a sleepover; passing dishes back and forth, making sure to add lingering touches, to see if they were reciprocated, or if he should stop. and you just ignored them for the time being, not wanting to give him the time of day due to the state he left you in.

ex-husband!Simon, who is on your door step the night before the divorce is finalised.

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“I’m not signing the papers.” He stated firmly.

Your brows furrowed at the sight of him on your doorstep this late at night; speechless, you just let out a scoff of surprise.

“What?” You asked him confused, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not signing the papers,” He repeated, “I want to make this work.”

“You don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Waltz back into my life like it’s nothing,” You answered, “I wanted a divorce for a reason.”

“I’ll be better.” His gaze narrowed, “I’ll prioritise you and our daughter, I didn’t do a good job last time. But now, I’ll be there every step of the way, and support you.”

“I won’t leave you in the dark again. And if you’re lost, I’ll make sure to be the light.”

Your gaze softened as he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his chest.

“Please,” He whispered, “Can we try again?”

And just like that, the walls that you had built up to make sure you didn’t get hurt again, came crashing down.

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maybe in the middle of a shootout reader does something that automatically saves the 141 from death but 141 thinks that reader was being reckless and doesn't listen to orders so they neglect reader because reader disobeyed a direct order

please inject this angst into my veins i’m obsessed feed me more the worms are hungry

c/w: this is sad, angst, silent treatment, don’t ask me to make reader leave them I love the suffering

work stays at the door. that was a golden rule in your odd but stable relationship. even if you get pissed off with each other at work, you leave it at base until the next shift…

so apparently the boys must have fucking amnesia.

this wasn’t the first time you had angered them at work but like previously stated, it never followed you in through the front door, take its shoes off and hang its coat. never in the house

but this time you put not only your life at risk, but also civilian lives. just to save them. luckily, no one was hurt but you still disobeyed your captains orders. and just like you leave work at work, you leave your heart at home too

he was still your captain. actions have consequences so he yelled on about for a good hour whilst the others stood beside him, shaking their heads at you disapprovingly

so when you got home to find that they were clearly still in work mode judging from the way simon shrugged you off when you tried to hug him in the kitchen, stalking off to the shower and slamming the door

or from the way johnny and kyle just went straight into the garage to work out and blow off some steam, giving john a kiss and not you

and if that wasn’t enough, the way john turned his head away from you when you tried to kiss him had to be the damning evidence. his face was stone cold the entire time he was alone with you in the kitchen before he went and locked himself in the home office

it went on like that for a few days, waking up to find that they had gone out without you. conversations ceasing the moment you enter the room. the lack of affection was the worst. perhaps tied with the general loneliness. none of them had really said a word to you in days

not even when you grabbed a pillow and blanket and set up camp in the living room for the night after a week of the silent treatment

or when they heard you crying in the bathroom whilst getting ready for bed, wondering how long it will be before your lovers open their arms for you again, if they ever will…

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Cooper's nicknames for Lucy

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living far away out from the town with cowboy!price, where landscapes, instead of wooden shops and small decrepit houses turn into boundless, bright green meadows with fragrant flowers and ploughed dark land.

with a small, comfortable cottage with its own small, but good farm with fattened cattle, a small stable and even garden beds for planting, a place where there will definitely be something to do, with john on your side, his heavy hand on the curve of your waist like an anchor.

with lazy mornings under the dim rays of the sun shining through the thin, fluttering curtains, the sharp sound of your spacious bed thumping against the wall reverberates through the bedroom, as john's hairy, bulky body bends over you, strong hands grip the headboard almost till it's cracks, while his broad hips jerk forward.

with your head tilted back onto the soft pillows with melodious, whiny moans slipping past your swollen lips and past the wide open window, john's bushy pelvic brushing against your slick folds as he rearranges your silky cunt, his fat cock pumping into your cervix and your gooey, pulsing walls clenching around him deliciously tightly.

both of you barely speak, all that escapes from your kissed lips are moans and chesty growls, as your nails dig into his back, leaving thin, fresh scarlet scratches on top of his old scars, as john bends further to lick into your panting, slacked mouth.

this is all you could possibly dream of, a quiet life on the outskirts, which will probably become less peaceful in a couple of years, when john will impregnate you with sweet, chubby kids.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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Sleepy!Reader X Pushover!König?

Konig kidnaps a sleepy girl who doesn't give a fuck that she is kidnapped. A dream come true. You are quite cranky when woken up prematurely - so Konig dims the lights in all the rooms. Makes his bedroom soundproof not only to silence the sounds of your screams but also because he doesn't want to wake you up suddenly. He has the grace of an elephant in a tea cup shop, so he learns how to be soft, quiet, just for you. A warm hand rubs your hair, allowing you to lean into the touch. Konig smiles each time, kissing you softly. You murmur something in your sleep, looking absolutely adorable. Konig almost rethinks breaking your ankles so you could never leave the bed again. He resolves on a half measure - chaining you to a bedpost, occasionally letting you out for a bathroom break or some light stretching. He used to allow you to take baths on your own, a bit too shy to invade your privacy and a bit of pushover wile obeying your whining, but you fell asleep in the warm water - almost slipped down, almost drowned. Dumb girl, his precious girl - he is watching you like a hawk now, knowing he can't let you be off to your own devices. He doesn't want to call you stupid, but you are silly. You're silly, dizzy, and he is utterly whipped. Hates using his smartphone, but bought the latest Samsung for the best pictures of his sleepy girlfriend. Konig is enough of a pushover to not fuck you in your sleep - he wants you to be aware, to like it. To press your body closer to his and smile as he pushes his cock even further. You're adorable, really, and Konig wants to see you like him. You allow him to fuck you because he provides everything for you - even kidnapped and chained to the bed, and you find yourself kinda liking the situation. He brings out the best mattress and softest bedsheets, buys you an army of plush toys. Plays with your cunt while you hug one of the pillows, inhaling soft laundry scent. This is perfect - and you don't have to perform for anyone. Konig likes your bed hair and your sleepy expressions. He smiles when you blush and brings a kiss to your temple before diving in to fuck you properly. It's almost perfect, really.

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König with huge pecs that lets you sleep on them. You'll come to him and lay down, nuzzling your face in his titties, feeling his warm boobs hugging your face. There'll be times when you're jealous of him. Like, why is your bra too small for him? Why is his bra size 4 times bigger than yours? Why does he have them bigger if you are the woman?! But he'll just tell you you are perfect the way you are and make you lay down on his chest once again, tangling his large hand in your hair.

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older boyfriend simon riley thots™...

tw/cw; age difference/gap, alcohol consumption, inexperienced!reader, corruption, authority kink, rookie x lieutenant au. MDNI 18+

;how can simon riley keep his grimey, sinful hands off of your body? so pure, like a lamb.

in comparison to your lieutenant, you're not experienced whatsoever. simon is entering his mid-forties, while you're a little twenty-something year old, fresh to the military.

simon finds your age difference slightly irritating. he'd be lying if he said he didn't get off fantasising about you, to spread your thighs and eat you out, or even fuck you into stupidity. he hates the other recruits, the ones similar in age towards you. he'll talk down on them and will threaten them not to make a relationship in the military, that it's prohibited.

although simon isn't bothered about it being prohibited. he wants you for himself, and will do anything to make sure you're available to him. simon adores how tipsy you get while out with the rest of the team, he grabs your hand and guides you to the bathroom, pushing you against the wall to make out with you messily.

his breath reeks of tobacco and alcohol, his eyelids heavy with delirium as he slides his hand between your thighs and up your skirt. it feels so wrong to be teasing a twenty year old—especially at his age—but god, you're all he can think about, plaguing his every thought and distracting him from concentrating.

it's not your fault he's obsessed with you, but he'll blame you regardless. he flips you around, your back against him, pressed against the door as he begins to lift your dress, unfastening his belt while apologising beforehand. you're too drunk to understand why he's apologising, only realising when he begins to quicken his pace, becoming ruthless with a little thing like you. his thick cock spreads your slick pussy, splitting you open with his thrusts deep and hard, his groans guttural and drunken.

you're so compliant, eager to fit simon's idea of perfection, to be validated by your role model. you wish to be like simon one day, but for now, you're his little fleshlight, serving your purpose and allowing him to use you like a sex toy.

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Follow Up: Ex Husband König x You ❤️‍🩹

I’m obsessed. I would apologise but Ex Hubs König doesn’t so we take the vibe from him. @shotmrmiller you’ve already seen this in bits and pieces but here he is in all of his depraved glory. Danke for the devious ideas - much obliged 🥲

This is dark again. Controlling and possessive behaviour, high key manipulation, abandonment issues, König with a breeding kink, smut and an all round toxic relationship

Shaking hands withdraw yet another cigarette from the crumpled packet in your lap. It’s a struggle to light it, the cruel breeze playing across your face is bitter, only adding to the sensation your life is falling apart. Nerves jangling, you flick the flint, watching the flame rise and then be swept away before your eyes.

It’s been two days since you ran. Since the god awful argument you had with König in the kitchen, while your children played joyfully outside unawares.

He wasn’t sorry about killing the man he viewed as his rival, if anything he was almost gleeful about it, describing how he’s done far worse in his career, how he’d do far worse than that to stop anyone else seeing you bare and quivering.

König was beyond all reason, teeth bared and snarling. That domesticated hound usually laid docile in your lap, had it’s hackles up for you this time. He informed you no one was safe, anyone that approached what was rightfully his would be struck down by a ‘fatal accident’. You might not be his wife anymore in name, but he would keep your soul like Hades himself, never allowing you to taste the fresh air of spring after the deep chill of winter.

He certainly looked demonic enough for you to take that sincere promise seriously. Your hand reached for the phone, itching to call the police and put an end to this utter nightmare. König just laughed, blue eyes bottomless holes of glee.

“Do it maus. I want to hear you explain to them why your car was used to move him. His blood is all over the carpets. It’s in the house too, but I cleaned it up for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at that statement. It’s in your fucking house? In the neat cracks between the tiles on the floor and the wood laminate? You’ll never be able to scrub it away. You’re Lady Macbeth, hands tinged with blood that no one else can see. The police will find it though, with their sharp eyed lamps and chemicals.

“At least tell me you used fucking bleach!” You snarled at him, fists balled up to hide the way you trembled under his unforgiving presence.

“No Schatz. If I’m going to jail, you are coming too. Maybe they can get us a shared cell Ja?”

“You’re delusional.”

König shrugged and tilted his head affectionately at you, a lopsided smile curling his mouth as he tousled your hair.

“Maybe. But that is the price of love I think.”

The minute you managed to convince him to go out for some milk, your mind only had thoughts of fleeing. Scrambling around the house you packed as much as you could, loading the little ones into your car in the middle of the night for the second time in their lives. No electronics, your cellphone abandoned on the counter, you didn’t want anything that could give away your location.

Your brand new 4x4, now tainted, was dumped at a garage. A rental took it’s place, then you drove north, confused children questioning when daddy would be joining you all on this holiday.

Hopefully never you thought, silently gripping the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white with the pressure exerted by your fingers. Once you finally reached the isolated mountains, you managed to convince a jaded looking motel owner to give you the keys to an isolated cabin in the woods five miles out of town.

So there you hid. Every hour that passes your chest loosens a bit, the anxiety of leaving him behind ever present but less noxious in your mind. Slipping back inside through the battered front door, you start to make dinner, microwaving ready made mac and cheese, because that’s the only thing the nearest convenience store seems to sell.

Absently, you stare out of the dark kitchen window, letting the sickly smell of the sauce rise up over your face in a steaming caress. The old clock over the fridge ticks ceaselessly, your mind thinking about all the times König handed you his bleeding heart, not caring whether it dirtied your skin with its oozing life force.

Gladly you took him in, a brutalised mongrel freshly scented with the taste of violence. When you met him, he was so endearing, helplessly awkward with an obsessive streak very obvious in the way he kissed you. All teeth and roaming hands, alternating between boundless affection and the occasional nip on the wrist when you tried to stray too far away.

Honestly you never expected him to find you, but you should have known better maus. That’s what he does, locates targets and destroys them with vindictive skill. König has trained his whole life to scent out prey, then batter it’s doors in with a heavy smash of his shoulder.

You sense him before you see him, eyes trying to adjust to the darkness outside the kitchen window. You don’t make it to the front door, it’s been kicked off it’s hinges already. The berserker stands there, filling the entire frame with pulsing, furious energy, masked with his sniper hood in place and armed to the teeth. There’s not a square inch of him that doesn’t have a weapon on it, right down to a glinting knife strapped against his ankle.

Cowering, you back against the wall as he stares at you. Blue eyes so cavernous now you could fall into them and never stop. Glacially cold and etched with the very essence of rage, an ocean of anger churning in front of you.

Your children are unfazed. Vater plays army with them sometimes in his gear and they adore it. Your eldest hurls himself at König, while he scoops your baby girl up carefully with a thick arm.

Only one simmering glance is spared at you, as he moves silently into the cabin, ready to put the kinder to bed.

“Sit.” He hisses dangerously. Your body complies with minimal effort, sweat pouring down your cleavage as you watch him chivy the babies up the creaking staircase.

It seems like it takes hours for him to return, every minute dragging at a snails pace. Bile creeps it’s way up your windpipe, burning ferociously until you’re gulping with trepidation. When you finally hear the sound of his heavy boots descending again, panic really sets in and you wonder whether you should just offer yourself up to him as a sacrifice, anything to shorten the torture of waiting for his ire to hit you.

But the man who arrived like a hurricane is not the same one you’re greeted by now. His hood forgotten somewhere upstairs, he kneels at your feet, azure gaze calmed and pleading as he takes your hands in his calloused palms, swallowing them both.

“Why did you do it maus? You are my home. Do you really want to break me? Is that it?”

The acid in your mouth tastes bitter, so does the sight of the fat tears leaking onto the black of his tactical vest. You watch as he lays his head into your lap and tells you terrible stories. How he never knew love as a child, what it’s done to him. He’s nothing but a violent animal, listening only to the sound of your voice and soft touch. Can’t you see what you’re doing to him?

God how he loves you Schatz. The first girl he ever fucked, you’re the only one who can save his damned soul. You’re trying to stay strong, hold out on his pleading voice which echoes around the wood panelled room, bouncing in the corners of your mind.

“I can’t save you! You’re beyond redemption!” The snarl those words come out in takes you both by surprise. König breathes in a shuddering gasp, half blinded by tears and tries a new tact. This time though, his monologue cuts deeper still.

What about his boys? They need a father figure, someone strong like he is, lest they end up as fucked as König, violent to the core with only a veneer of humanity. You and the children. He’d die for you all gladly, take any form of torture Lucifer could dream up. König only wants you to be together, safe in the shelter of a world he provides you with.

It would be a terrible thing to deprive his children of that. Would you treat them the same way his mother did him? Refusing to talk about their father, not giving them any information about the man who sired them other than harsh words?

Come back home to him, let him be the father he never had. König will make all your wildest dreams come true, give you another bouncing baby, just promise he won’t have to stand in a dark, empty house again missing you.

Your mind is screaming hoarsely. This man has murdered his way through life, now he’s using your broken marriage as an excuse for his misdeeds. But then, you’ve never been able to resist the way he lays his soul bare for you.

König knows your resolve is faltering, that uncanny ability he has to read you, just as well as you see through him. Without hesitation he searches for a way to make the gaping wound in your family even deeper, so you are cut through cleanly with it.

Your baby girl always begs him not to leave Schatz. Your boys tell him they miss daddy, how scared they are without him home. He has to console them every time he goes. Imagine how sad they would be not to see him again. Are you really capable of using them to punish him?

You aren’t and he knows that. But the effect of those words is instantaneous. König gets up heavily as the silence spirals, while you choke on your own sobs. Hangdog, he starts to walk towards the door as the inclination that you might be harming your darlings hits home with a heavy pang to your chest.

Before he reaches the threshold, you’re tugging at his sleeve.

“Stop. I’ll come back.” You whisper, even as every element of your brain calls you a moron. Its impossible to resist his vulnerability, that’s what drew you to him in the first place. His shy blushes and stammering voice have always been a siren song to your pitying heart.

König glances down at you with tear streaked cheeks and sighs. Internally he’s full of a fierce hallelujah, there is no low he wouldn’t sink to if it means you being his in every sense of the word. Bringing your babies into it was harsh, he acknowledges that. But he doesn’t care.

König needs you to soothe the aching parts of him that call out for unconditional adoration. He won’t tolerate anyone else seeing that side of you, other than his children.

“I will always find you maus, wherever you hide from me. You have been cruel. But I forgive you. The little ones will too.”

It’s true, almost sickeningly so. As much as you want to hate him, you can’t bear the thought of your brood being heartsick. A large part of you knew it would come to this. Crying as you hang onto his thick chest and utter promises of togetherness.

Later on, König holds your chin in one broad hand, grip crushing as you gasp for air. Punishing strokes of his thick length split you apart, while you gush and flutter around him with need.

Carnal flicks of his tongue dart across your cheeks, sampling your tears as his thighs bounce against your own. He’s grunting, snarling into your ear as he fucks you hard against the cool kitchen counter.

König forces you to watch him take you in that same window you spotted his presence through earlier. His free hand toying with the wedding band he talked you into putting back on. Just for tonight of course, let him make believe.

“That’s my wife. Look at how well she takes me.” He groans, feeling another orgasm building between your legs as he quickens his pace. Your cunt swallowing him whole, vulnerable for that thick cock he wields without mercy at times.

It’s an apology, pure and simple. Every simmering resentment put to bed, with each pound of his hips.

“Tell me he didn’t make your knees give out like this meine liebling?”

You know full well that wedding band is staying on indefinitely, as his fat finger moves downwards and rubs unforgiving circles on your clit, making you drench his heavy balls with slick.

König jerks your chin and ruts into you harder still, while you keen at his every movement. He rumbles at you to answer him, until you’re nodding, telling him no other man has ever made you cum so hard or ever will again.

“Don’t finish inside!” You gasp as you feel him beginning to grow needy, rhythm stuttering, a tell tale sign of his impending release. “I left my birth control at home!”

He pants, figuring it’s probably best not to tell you he’s cum prematurely already, and has been fucking that fourth baby into your fertile body ever since.

You’re just too plush, gripping him so tight. Anyway he got worked into a fever racing through the country on your trail, nose almost to the ground hunting for you, so who’s fault is it really that his seed is now drooling between your colliding bodies?

Nine months to the day later, you give birth to another boy made in König’s image. He leaves for base the next day, telling you that he needs money to pay the mortgage.

Before he goes, he cuddles your newborn son close in his paws. Never mind Schatz, you’ll both have to try again for a second girl.

He’ll be home in a month.

@cutiecusp @pxssygxblin @misshugs @sigrid666

Okay I think I’m done…for now. Needed to get that off my chest. I have the darkest, nastiest thought that this is how Virgin!König ends up…

[kiwicopia]

as someone that worked w fb player in hs... i would not be caught DEAD being fucked right after a game. maybe after hes showered ill let him fuck me stupid..

-🐶

könig’s just gross and too horny and excited to wait. he also knows it makes you mad, which only makes it hotter for him, getting you all dirty with his sweat, dirt from his uniform, and thick cum, after you spent hours making yourself look nice for the game. laughing at how you scrunch your face up at him in disgust at his scent. you’re just too adorable when you’re angry, like a little kitten. he needs to mess up your insides.

if you insist, he’ll wait until you get home, but at least give him a handjob or let him grope your tits in the car to help him hold out… and then let him pin you against the wall in the shower and fuck his throbbing dick into your warm hole. it’s cruel to leave a man waiting for so long with all that post-win adrenaline thrumming inside of him, he needs to take it out somewhere!!

[kiwicopia]

monster!koing x bimbo pup!reader (this is my first ever request so I'm shy 🫣)

He trains you on how to take his cock like a good bimbo puppy you are. It's normal for hybrids of your type to be stupid - only makes you gagging and choking on his cock ever more sweet. You're too eager to please, too dumb to understand that you can't just take his cock fully on the first try without any preparation - but you're very determined, and who he is to take away your desire to be useful, right? He likes you being eager, adores the way you'd squeeze your thighs together as you suck on his cock, only fitting half of it while his tentacles caress your face freely. Pushing you down and squeezing your tail - he knows how sensitive it is, and he wants you to be a good puppy and sit here nicely. You're so desperate for head pats and ear scratches you'd do anything to please him - even if it means taking his eggs in your sore pussy and allowing him to use you as his precious cockwarmer. Your body temperature is higher than his tentacles's heat, so he likes to use your holes as a little heating pad. Filling you up with his eggs and making his dumb puppy even dumber - god, just how much he adores having you around... You will easily take him up your pretty round ass if he praises you during the act - you hop on your tummy and spread your pretty legs for him, hole already prepared to take him inside. You beg for him to breed all of holes, to make you his good girl, his pretty girl, the best puppy he ever had - and he can't play the strict owner for too long. Always wanting to make you feel good, Konig pushes his tentacles inside, allowing his inhuman anatomy to make you even tighter while double penetrating you. Always making sure to have at least something stuffed in your holes - and if he gone for as much as day without fucking you or instructing you to use toys to satisfy yourself, he knows just how whiny you're going to get. He wants it, of course. You look the best with your ears flat against your head and your tongue lapping at his cum-covered cock, licking it clean like the good girl you are. He gets you a special collar with him name and a leash that he can tie to the bed when you're being too rowdy. You will get your tail pulled and your pretty ass spanked - but don't worry, he will make sure to stuff it with something nice and big after. If you promise to be a good pup, of course.

[kiwicopia]

A bit obsessed with your blog, love your work! Ever thought how Konig kisses? Is it just lips or does he use a lot of tongue? Does he make you grind on him while you two make out? How often...? I love the strong Austrian boy~

although könig may be embarrassed to admit the truth, he's a horrible kisser. 💋

it's mainly due to lack of confidence and experience. or well, könig is definitely cocky, but he's full of himself, and egotistical. he denies that he's a bad kisser, that there's no way he's horrible at kissing his girlfriend, despite bumping his roman nose against yours countless times, using tongue suddenly and unexpectedly, squeezing your rear perversely.

he's never been in a committed relationship, really. he's had one or two girlfriends before, but that was in his mid-twenties, where he was more fun, attractive, and tolerable. könig has never really had the chance to practice, but at least he has you! you'll help him, right? show him where to touch you, guiding his hands between your soft thighs.

although könig is a bad kisser, he makes up for it with great sex. despite könig being quite inexperienced, his thrusts are deep and leave you silenced, choking on your moans at the burning, pleasurable stretch. könig adores the sight of your pussy swelling up around his girthy cock, becoming puffy with each hard thrust.

god, drunk könig is a needy, greedy bastard. he'll forcefully kiss you and will guilt trip you when you push him away, rolling your eyes at him for being so touchy-feely.

[kiwicopia]

i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten

big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating

c/w: none

you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off

he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child

he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!

huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,

“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air