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imagine könig, the big man he is, slamming his massive dick in and out of you, not caring if it 'doesn't fit'. he will make it fit. he will. he'll manhandle you into various positions, the ones he wants to fuck you in that moment. you'll probably start crying by the time he chases his second release or when he decides to fill both of your tight holes and pushes a dildo or a plug into you. or maybe a vibrator. it really depends on his mood and how good you've been for him. squirming away won't help if he's balls deep into your sloppy cunt, the grip his massive hands have on you holds you like you're a doll to him. which you are.

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🧠: waiter! more König with his beefy hangs out for no explainable reason

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Pink

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Something something Simon Riley not being a sex god for once.

Simon Riley who took awhile to warm up, but once he did snorted his way through endless jokes, completely lost in the way you rolled your eyes and punched him on a thick arm.

Simon Riley who was nervous about grabbing a drink with you, butterflies he thought had escaped through the holes left in his psyche by Roba cresting in his stomach.

Simon Riley who gripped his pint a little too hard as a direct result of his anxiety, shattering it in his broad palm and sending beer all over the place. Drenching your top.

Simon Riley who was utterly mortified and who then made it worse, by suggesting you go back to his place and get dried off. Way too forward, part of him died inside when you blinked several times in surprise at that.

Simon Riley who then cringed at the thought you might think he was a fucking creep.

Simon Riley who has never been more relieved in his life to hear you laugh and suggest he buys you dinner first.

Simon Riley who strips off his jacket for you, he’d give you the shirt off his back if you asked, you assured him it was fine.

Simon Riley who was sure he hadn’t scored a second date. Who was furious with himself for spoiling it, especially because it took about a month of build up for him to get his tongue around asking you out in the first place.

Simon Riley who is internally doing cartwheels of happiness, when he drops you off at home and you ask him if he fancies brunch at the weekend.

Simon Riley who immediately messages Johnny and Kyle to tell them he didn’t fuck it up.

Simon Riley who wears a smile under his mask all week because he gets to buy you coffee on Saturday and what more could a man want honestly.

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•MY•

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1800s price/reader…. reader flees to his town where Price is the sheriff after a murder in her previous town (which she may or may not be responsible for) only to be mistaken for the mail order bride that Price just sent for ….and he’s not interested in hearing any of her excuses when she tells him that he’s got the wrong girl

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happy early valentine's <3

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guess who? | feat. task force 141

-> minor bdsm, dom/sub dynamics, polyamory. ⚔️

your moans are high and breathy, lips spit-slicken and open as thick fingers thrust into you in an endless pattern. the blindfold wrapped around your eyes feels like torture, not being able to see your partners as you're fucked relentlessly.

"please, fuck, need you," you whine, squirming where your wrists are tied together, and your ankles are tied to the bedposts.

all you can think about; all you can feel, taste, touch -- is the slide of a dick against your pussy, the high of sex. even the tantalising, devastating fact dancing in the back of your mind doesn't minimise the pleasure flooding your body.

a light slap to your cheek has you letting out a pathetic whine.

"aww, love," kyle coos, "you know what you gotta do. be a good girl for us, hey?"

and, yes, you know that you have to do something. you're not entirely sure if it's even important, anymore, though -- if it even matters. nothing feels quite as significant as your impending orgasm.

a particularly rough thrust has you groaning, a tear leaking down your cheek from behind the blindfold.

"guess who, angel," simon mutters, a threat underlying his words.

he doesn't give away anything, but even after multiple rounds of edging, he barely lets out a whimper. he's stone cold, just as johnny always said.

"i --" you hiccup, squirming in your restraints, "i can't, please just let me cum --"

a pull at your hair has you crying out.

"you know the rules, darlin' girl. guess right, you can cum as much as you want."

john.

your captain.

his voice is rough and just slightly too condescending to be sweet. you can't find it in yourself to mind, not really, not when that relentless heat in your stomach feels like it's about to reach its peak.

"use yer pretty head, lass," johnny snickers, cruel, just this side of perfect. if you could get any wetter -- that would do it.

"or did we fuck 'er too dumb?" kyle taunts, a following hiss reminding you that they were all probably kissing each other too. or.

fuck.

your chest falls in heavy sweeps, sweat clinging to your skin, the smell of sex and cum and love in the air --

"john. it's --" you inhale a deep, shaky breath, "john."

"oh, good girl," john praises, a hand falling into your hair and combing through the ends in gentle strokes.

elation fills you, relief flooding your veins, so close --

"but you're wrong."

the thrusts stop, and tears fall from your eyes and trail down your cheeks as you hiccup sobs.

you were so damn close.

a mouth brushes against your ear, and you fail to supress a shudder, the movement so sensual it has your pulse racing tenfold.

it's simon.

"time for a new game, hm?"

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Based on this ask that the lovely @navybrat817 got and jajfjejjdbd now I’ve got it bad for this man 🥺 he needs just as much love as our sweet Bucky 💕

He wants to be good for you.

He wants to be a good man for you.

He wants to be the man that you deserve.

That starts with leaving ‘Ghost’ on base. The one moment he can, he’s stripping off every layer of ‘Ghost’ and washing his sins away in the shower, scrubbing at the stains they leave. It burns his skin and leaves it red and irritated but he only stops when he’s clean and smells like the regulation soap. You hate it when he comes home not smelling like himself but he can put up with your pout if it means he comes home a good, honest man.

Only Price knows about you and the humble abode that you two share.

Only Price knows that you have two rambunctious dogs that drive you up the walls when Si isn’t home.

Only Price knows that you worry constantly about your Si when he’s working but refuse to text or call until he does.

“I don’t want to distract him,” you mumbled drunkenly against Price’s shoulder the last time they were home. “I know he’s your Ghost or whatever but he’s my Si and I…I couldn’t live with myself if my call distracted him.”

“Tell ya what lass,” Price muttered back into your hair as he watched Simon play with your dogs in the backyard, “I’ll call you when he’s safe and sound.”

“Oh John, that’s too much to ask…”

Price cuts you off, “honestly it’s not for you. He gets fussy when he doesn’t come back to a text from you. Won’t stop his whining until he hears your voice.”

You press a chaste kiss to his gruff cheek and settle back into his side with a smile when Simon stomps in, complaining about your “dickhead” dogs.

His love for you suffocates him some days.

His love for you consumes him some days.

His love for you fuels him to push through and come home every day.

There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you and he does what he can to show you that. His childhood was rough. That’s a given. His adult life hasn’t been much better and he struggles. He doesn’t know how to express his emotions outside of legendary side eyes and sarcastic remarks but he tries for you.

“If anything happened to you, i would burn the world to get you back,” he tells you one late night as you lay together in bed. He was gone for close to a month and the first thing he did when he walked through your door was scoop you up and head for the bedroom. Silently he stripped the both of you, climbed into bed, and drug you into his chest. With his thick arms wrapped around you and equally strong legs entangled with yours, he nestled into your hair and breathed in every molecule of your being. He missed you but his love for you had felt like it was drowning him and he needed you to feel just how much it choked him

“Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t mean that,” you say back although it’s muffled against his collarbone.

“Afterwards I’d bury myself beside you if it meant I could be close to you for eternity.”

The air in your lungs thinned and you damn near gasped at the closest thing to a love confession you’d ever gotten from him.

Trying to lighten the tension of it all, you’d joke about how that could even be possible if he burned the world. To which he replied with “I will find a way or I will make one.”

“Simon,” the syllables of his name are drawn out as you plead with him to do something. He smirks into the skin of your neck as he trails wet kisses down it.

“Yes, little one?”

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Simon fucking into you from behind, your underwear shoved into your mouth so he doesn’t have to hear your pleas for him to stop, whispering to you about how you’re his purpose in life now. He was made for you. Made to protect, to love, to pleasure you. Anything (but your freedom) is yours for the taking. Everything about him belongs to you, you’re his goddess, his everything. And he’s never letting you go.

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ok Salome don’t fucking think I didn’t see those tags!!!! König taking his darling as a prisoner from the enemy side and keeping her as a personal fucktoy??? Fucking her in front of his men while they cheer him on before tossing her to them to have a go at??????? YES PLEASE!!!!!!

Of course this is only a NASTY DARK FANTASY but dark!König would so humiliate this female prisoner for enjoying being used like this. Is she going to cum while all his men watch??

CW: Explicit noncon, humiliation, squirting below the cut for the love of god stay clear if this is not your cup of tea! Aftercare is barely there. And König doesn’t share :(

She begs him not to do it in front of his men, please sir, don’t let them watch… He tells her this is him being gentle, and besides, he has to show these wet behind the ear boys how to take a woman. Most of them probably don’t know how to even prepare a girl…

This is as much about him satiating his needs as it is setting an example as a commanding officer. She already trembles when he spreads her for all of them to see, back towards his chest and pussy exposed to a handful of dropped jaws. He preps her with his fingers until the pussy is glistening and wet, open and ready to take his cock. The girl barely breathes, all color has escaped her lips, and he tells them they have to be careful on the first go: these women are delicate. No ramming inside on the first thrust, he says, but the girl still cries when he splits her in half, her soft walls hugging him the instant he feeds all those thick inches inside her.

Belt buckles clink as some of the men pull their cocks out and prepare for a good fap, some even try to video the thing, but the roar “NO FUCKING FILMING” stops these idiots short. They only get to watch and even that is too much, especially when a few lonely recruits attempt to masturbate at the sight.

He’s never had a girl so wet for him, her pussy leaving a damp stain on his pants, and she has the audacity to cry from shame when he makes her bounce up and down his cock. Bottles of beer open while König’s men cheer him on; they comment on how big he is and place wagers on if the girl is going to squirt or not. He tries to not let it get in his head too much: it’s only natural that he gets to fuck her first, everyone knows it. He has the biggest cock in this room, and besides, he’s the one who found her.

He tells the girl he’s only going to prepare her for his men, but that, of course, is a lie. No one gets to have what he has, what he found, and now gets to keep… But his words makes her tremble from fear and secret want, makes the men pant heavy with lust, makes cocks twitch and leak before due time. Sounds of slick fapping fill the room, sounds of slippery wet and flesh slapping on flesh as he fucks her hard. Some men lose it before even a minute has passed, spurts of semen flying through the air as he continues to show them how real men fuck.

The stench of cum is heavy in the air when she suddenly goes tense, her pussy clamping down on him like a suction cup. He barely gets to prop her off before she cums, and he would want nothing more than to feel that tight cunt around his shaft as she loses control… But he has to show them: show what a poor, fucked cunt looks like when it’s pulled off a hard cock midway a female orgasm, how hollow and miserable a pussy looks when it’s clenching around air, trying to milk a cock that isn’t there.

The soldiers whine and moan, more seed shoots on the floor from him being so mean to the captive. She cries, cries, cries, out of shame and loss, but her sobs clog inside her throat the minute he props her back on his cock. Drives it all the way in so that the air is knocked out of her lungs, the pussy happier now when it got what it wanted, if a bit too late. She’s almost limp when he starts to rut her for real, seesaw in and out until her tits bounce, until there’s nothing but half-mute whimpers punched out of her weak frame. It’s time to show what it looks like when a seasoned veteran cums: not like a sad young pup all over the floor, but with controlled, hard spurts that should make this girl desperate for more.

When he cums, he cums hard and slow, halts the movements again so that they can see how his cock twitches and his balls work the semen out in constant rhythmic squeezes. Big, fat loads sent deep inside her, not hurried milky wanks wasted on the floor… The moans are jealous now, jealous of his talent, jealous of his cock. Jealous that he got to pop this wet cunt.

When the time comes, when she’s lying spent and limp in his lap, someone dares to ask can they fuck her now. He tells those pathetic wankers to get the fuck out.

Her legs are still shaking from the mortifying orgasm he gave her, her hair glued to her face from terror sweat, cheeks painted with streams of tears and trembling thighs halfway soaked from both their cum. He has to spend at least half an hour to soothe and coo her down from those shakes, warming his cock nice and long while petting her and telling her she shouldn’t cry. There now, pretty... If she hadn’t been caught, they wouldn’t have to be in this situation, no?

Little does she know he will do this to her again tomorrow… And the day after that… And the day after that. Until she talks.

The following sessions are private so that no one gets to see how he ruins her so bad she’s eventually begging for more. No one gets to hear how he praises her for taking his cock like she was made for it, for being such a good, tight hole for a big man like him. No one gets to listen to her whimpers, the ten thousand breaths of please escaping her lips. How soothing his voice can become when she’s crying tears down her face and cum down her thighs.

He might be in love with her… Yes, the poor girl doesn't even know how much brighter his days have become because of her. She’s such a clingy little thing too: always draped around his neck after the sessions, clutching and tugging him as if he was her savior or something. He takes care of her needs, even gives her extra blankets so that she doesn’t have to be cold. Her water is changed every day, she gets some of his food on top of her rations. He makes sure that no one else gets to fuck her: every guy who tries gets a free nose job or a transfer back to where they came from.

The cuddling sessions stretch from half an hour to half a day as he talks to her about all kinds of things. Things that bother him, things he always wanted to do, things he dreams about. The girl slowly falls asleep on his lap, and he bounces his knee to call her awake – he won’t punish her, but she really should apologize for falling asleep while he was speaking.

But he’s not always gentle. She peppers his best camos with squirt one day, and his knee jerk reaction is to call her a filthy fucking girl. She’s not even fit to lick his boots, and she somehow thinks squirting all over him is allowed? He was about to let her go, but after this… Tsk. She truly leaves him with no choice now.

One day, he “forgets” to lock the door and someone comes in – probably to try their luck, which means he’ll have to kill that poor fucker and find a fresh replacement somewhere.

“At her again, Colonel?” the future dead man asks while the girl is already tensing in his hold, aroused by the shame he always puts her through. “...She still doesn’t talk?”

“Oh she talked,” he replies, muscles straining, cock on the point of bursting, his whole body out of breath. “She talked… a week ago…”

There is something akin to pity on that dead man’s face when she cums, teeth clattering and face distorted from the force of it. No one should pity such a needy girl, least of all someone who doesn’t even take care of those needs.

They interrupted him in the middle of fucking and postponed the cuddling session with a few minutes, which means this dead man’s death is not going to be a quick, easy one…

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Stepdad!König taking a call from your mother while she’s at work - and while he’s brutalizing your sweet pussy in your room, his hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans as he speaks to your mother over the phone like normal 😊

cw: p in v, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, smut, rough sex, creampie, exhibitionism?, tell me if I missed any.

Your heart jumped out of you chest when his phone rang, you panicked, but König looked unbothered, reaching over to pick it up as he kept up his pace, driving his hips forward roughly and ruthlessly. He chuckled lowly, showing you the caller: your mother. Your breath hitched, teary eyes widening and mouth agape with drool rolling down the corner of your lips, you struggled against him, begging for him to ignore the call or to stop if he wanted to answer it.

“You can keep quiet, can’t you, Schatz?”

“No no- please-!”

His hand came down on your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers, pleading for him to adhere to common sense. Despite your cries, he answered the phone, clicking on speaker - to antagonize you - and your mother’s voice rang out in the room. He greeted her with a normal hi, his tone calm even through the strenuous session, rocking into you, his thick girth and throbbing cock milking your cunt of the load he left this morning after she left.

“I’m sorry for calling so suddenly, hun,” she sounded tired, spending the day working until 7pm.

“It’s okay,” König hummed, placing the phone down beside your head, beside your covered mouth and tear-streaked cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll be home later than usually,” she sighed, oblivious to your muffled whines. “I’m going to swing by that Italian place, do you want anything?”

Unlike your choked mewls and breathless keens, your stepdad was still, chest puffing up and pressing down on you, shifting your legs over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper. He was rough, thrusts hard and words degrading, cooing in your ear harsh, degrading names. Telling you what a slut you were for you stepdad, how you were a bitch for whoring around him and Horangi in skimpy shorts and baggy shirts, and how your sweet pussy was so wet and loud for him.

“Could you ask (Name) about supper?”

“Give me a second, ja?”

He flashed you a mean grin, putting the call on mute for better acting, playing the scene of him walking towards your room or where ever you were. His hand moved down to your neck, giving you a hard grip and holding you down, folding you in half, knees bent to your shoulders and feet jerking over his head. Seeming satisfied with his manhandling, the wet slaps of his hips hitting your thighs louder and the head of his cock ramming your spongy cervix, he picked up the phone, unmuting it and pressing it to your ear.

“Dear?”

“H-hi mom-” you gasped, the heavy curve of his cock and the bulging veins rubbing your back wall, you spasmed around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip.

“You remember that Italian place we went last week?”

“Ye-ah-yeah.”

She paused, her silence ringing louder than every slap that made your stomach bulge. You feared that she heard your slip up, the high-pitched mewl and pants you let out; you feared that crooked grin on his scarred lips and that proud and scheming gleam in his eyes. He changed his fast and rough pace for a deep and precise one, repeatedly aiming for that spot that made your eyes roll and back arch, finger thumbing your engorged clit.

“Are you okay?” You hated the worried tone mixed with that exhaustion, it picked at your heart.

“Yes-!” It came out harsher than you intended, pearly tears slipping from your squinted eyes.

König’s manhandling and pointed hits made your walls clench around him, the coil in your navel tightening to a delirious amount, making your head spin and mind dumb.

“Okay… Do you want anything for tonight?”

“Ro-rosé, please.”

“All right, I’ll see you tonight then.”

Any later and she would have heard you scream your mind off, you let moans roll off your tongue without restraint, nails digging into his back and back arched upward. He lowered your legs to his elbows, opening your legs to watch you come, your cunt swallowing him to the base, pumping in and then back out with a white ring around is cock from your shared pleasure. He made a sound of satisfaction, hands wandering down to grip your hips, riding out his pleasure leisurely and yours a fiery white blaze that burned through your body.

“You heard her, ja? Looks like we have more time to play.”

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Dominant! Ghost Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Heavy BDSM, Edging, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Ownership Kink, Marking, Biting, Petnames, Consensual Dub-Con, Consensual Abuse of Physical Strength, Knife Play, Mentions of Blood, Spit Kink, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Dominant Ghost, Submissive Reader, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

You’re his. Simple as.

And he makes sure to remind you - and anyone who crosses your path - on a near-daily basis.

Whenever he sees fit, he’ll just corner you and pin you down, telling you to “Calm down, Pipsqueak – you’re makin’ me hard,” – his way of warning you that whatever he has planned for you will only worsen the more you struggle.

And his bulge against your back is a very visceral promise of that.

Loves forcing your hands beside or above your head; it reminds you both of how much stronger than you he is – how weak and dependent you are compared to him.

How he owns you.

Bites your throat and shoulders, sucking marks, crafting you a necklace of bruises fashioned by him – his own branded jewels of love.

He’ll make sure they’re visible, too.

He needs to ward off other people from you by leaving his mark, his signature.

If he thinks you’re being bratty or uncooperative, he’ll go to any lengths to break you down until you submit to him entirely.

“You’re not making this any easier for yourself, Love,” he says. “Just tell me why you’re being so infuriating and I won’t bleed you this time.”

Massively into knife play.

Loves hearing you squeak and moan whenever he holds a knife to your throat or drags the blunted edge up your thighs, pressing it to your throbbing, aching core and cutting your underwear open, ravaging you.

He’s so rough when he’s in this kind of mood.

Will pound you until you bleed. Or give out and admit your feelings to him. Either will suffice; Ghost is a patient man.

And his stamina and endurance are no joke.

He will outlast you in every faculty.

That’s the territory that comes with being a trained murderer.

And he will remind you of that constantly.

“How does it feel–” he rasps, pants, as he pounds you from behind, the bed jutting with each thrust, “–to know you’re being fucked by a killer,”

The question is always rhetorical. He just revels in the feeling of you clenching around him when he recalls just how easily he could end you right here, right now.

But he doesn’t. And he never would.

He loves you far, far too much.

But that doesn’t stop him from being straight-up disrespectful.

Orders you to open your mouth, only for him to spit into it whenever he knows or suspects you’re being untruthful.

Also loves covering you in his cum.

His favourite thing is to cum inside you and watch it ooze from whichever holes he’s chosen to abuse that day, but something about covering you in it makes him feral.

Edges you constantly.

Uses your release as a bartering chip.

“Tell me why you’re being such a brat and I’ll let you cum.”

It’s a trap. Your honesty is punished, too.

Once he tears a satisfactory answer from you, he’ll let you - make you - cum.

And as your orgasm is still rolling through you, he’ll keep going. And going. And going.

At first you could assume it’s his bid to fulfil his own needs, but even after he finishes inside you and he simply doesn’t relent, realisation dawns on you.

Your insides are aching, pleading for a moment’s respite. But Ghost doesn’t stop, battering your hole and keeping it stretched over his bulging cock.

There comes a point where you’re banging your fists against his chest, begging him to stop because you’re so sensitive and it hurts, but he ignores you.

“If I were to let up that easily, I wouldn’t get to have any fun. Quite unfair after I let you cum, isn’t it?”

Looks into your eyes as he does it, too.

Will tie you up if he finds your cries and flails to be too bothersome.

Binds you to the bedposts so there’s nothing you can do but watch and feel as he slams into you at such a harsh, killing rhythm that has you thinking whatever’s leaking out of you right now is blood.

Very much into BDSM.

Will use his strength to bend you into whatever shape your body will allow and bind your limbs together, making it entirely impossible for you to break free as he has his way with you.

“You’re mine,” he’d say, grinding the shape of his cock into your walls; and all the while you’re moaning, crying, tears streaming down your face as euphoria tightens in your centre. “Nobody else can have you - please you - the way I can.”

Big fan of punishment, btw.

There are times where he puts you in a cage and just cums on you, making you stay there until his semen is crusting on your skin, makeshift scales on the creature Simon has reduced you to.

Also gets a kick out of spanking you, either with a belt or his hand.

When he’s feeling particularly cruel, he makes you count them until you reach the limit he has set for you.

And Heaven forbid you lose count, or you both start all over again.

Ghost likes to make sure that every time you try to sit down, you remember him – what he did to you.

When all is said and done, however, when you’re used and stuffed and Ghost is milked dry, he is the king of aftercare.

Will make sure all your needs are seen to, regardless of how oddly specific they are.

Simon will not let you move a muscle, even if you insist you can “go another round,” he’ll push you back down onto the bed.

“Oh no, you’re staying put, Sweetheart.” he says, looking down at you with all the fondness of one who has discovered love for the first time. “I’m scared you’ll break if we go again.”

He’s joking, ofc.

Secretly loves to snuggle. All the time.

And he holds you as you’re drifting off to sleep, keeping you flush against his chest, wondering how he got so lucky to have met you.

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hello ! i loved ur hcs for ghost x innocent reader sm, what do you think of könig x innocent reader? love ur writing ♡

König w/ an Innocent S/O

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Overprotective König, Rizzed-Out König, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

There is nothing König won’t do for you.

Your overall calm, kind demeanour brings him peace he’s never known before.

And because of that – because he adores you beyond measure – he can get very…protective.

He often treats you as more fragile than you actually are.

Horror film playing in the background while you’re talking ? It’s getting switched off.

A picture of someone exposing a shoulder in a swimsuit catalogue? It’s getting thrown into a fire.

A pair of your own underwear left unattended next to the wash bin? König’s stuffing it into the bottom of the basket.

There comes a point where you have to tell him that, yes, while you may be a little naïve, even a bit oblivious, you’re not stupid.

And, as best he can, König treats you as you want to be treated, which is to say not as if you are a nigh-extinct species of flower.

And, given this new ‘power’ as such – this permission to show you the less rounded edges of life – König begins to have some rather self-serving ideas.

Regardless of if you like horror films or not, König will use it against you.

He’ll test your stomach for terror, putting something frightening on whenever you’re having date night to see if you’ll cling to him.

And if you do, irrespective of whether you fear what’s happening on-screen or not, his soul will ascend.

He can die happy when you hold on to him, nuzzling into his side while quietly asking him to “Hold me, Köni. Please.”

Makes him feel all big and important.

Wear his clothes around him, my God–

First time he saw you in his hoodie – after an impromptu visit from the Rain God made your original outfit unusable – he literally did a double-take.

He dropped the plate he was washing, grasped at it as it slipped between his soap-frothed fingers.

He just punched it into the sink, heard something crack, and turned his attention to you. And only you.

“I– You–” König couldn’t even form a full sentence as you stared at him, half-peeking from behind the door.

“You look…” He racked every file, folder and confine of his mind for anything to describe how he felt right now, how you made him feel.

It just came out as a strangled noise. And, smiling, you hurried into his arms.

You didn’t mind that they were soapy and wet. And neither did König.

Though, the only reason he didn’t was because his brain was so positively fried that he quite literally could think of nothing else except you.

The longer you’ve been dating, the more comfortable König becomes with being rougher with you, shall we say.

It all starts when you start doing things you never did before.

Like letting your hands slip lower beneath his waist, resting on his hips; Sitting on his lap when there are no other spaces available – and then eventually when there are seats available; saying his name like that – “Köni,” when you need help.

“I just can’t do it all by myself. I need someone big and strong to do it for me.”

And, regardless of how sincere you sound when you say it, regardless of how you bat your eyelashes and plump your lips when you look up at him, König is far too whipped to say no.

At first, König genuinely doesn’t think you’re doing it intentionally.

And neither do you, until you see the effect it has on him.

Making his cheeks flush and a pillow find its way to his lap when he sits on the sofa, your head placed precariously close to the growing issue between his legs.

Now, König isn’t the type to go throwing accusations around.

But when he catches you wearing his favourite hoodie, balancing on the edge of the kitchen counter to reach something placed on top of the cabinets (and I don’t mean the top shelf; I mean on TOP of the cabinets – like when you’re hiding a Christmas gift), your underwear peeking just below the hem, he can’t take it.

He knows what you’re doing.

And now that you’ve let onto him, with your doe eyes and your exasperated “Köni, I need you–” he’s gone. Snapped.

Just because you’re “innocent” doesn’t mean you’re exempt from König’s wrath.

To put it plainly, König didn’t seem so shy or frightful of damaging that night as he pinned you to the wall and took you for the first time <3

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König x plus size!reader HCs

SFW & NSFW

SFW

If you’re insecure about your body, he will stop at NOTHING to fix that.

He’s picking you up all the time, ALL THE TIME. you can’t reach something in a cabinet? Now you can. Can’t find the ladder to change a light bulb? You don’t need it.

König goes shopping with you all the time, he likes picking out clothes for you.

If you get indecisive about what to wear because you think nothing looks good, he’ll gladly pick for you.

When you try those stupid fad diets, he supports you. And when they inevitably don’t work out, he makes sure you know it isn’t your fault.

If you struggle with eating, he’s so damn supportive. “Just a few more bites, schatz?” “You did so good, maus. I’m so proud of you.”

NSFW

I know for a FACT that König loves bigger people.

It makes him feel so damn strong that he can just pick you up and toss you around (no matter your size).

He loves putting you on top so he can see how you body moves while you ride him.

There is an ENDLESS string of praises while he’s fucking you. All of them are in that needy, broken English. “Look at you, so perfekt.” “Ich liebe… fuck- you. I love you.”

He LOVES your thighs, he wants to mark them in places no one but him will see.

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I love your stuff sm. I love you 🥹 Can i get sommore mean,protective daddy Konig? Anything Konig idc. Best writer on this app

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könig, könig, könig... i can't stop daydreaming about him. 🤫

it's in könig's nature to be protective. i mean, with his size standing infront of you, taking any hits and blocking you from perverse, greedy and drunken men who think they have a chance with you, you're definitely safe behind the cover of your huge boyfriend. in great hands, or atleast in the public eye...

despite his protectiveness and his addiction to power and control, he's relentless, ruthless and restless in the bedroom. he ravages you, destroying your tight, little cunt with each agonizingly slow thrust he makes. könig gets pleasure off of your pain and desperation; a crack in your voice is all könig needs to be shooting a load all inside your walls.

the thought of marking you with bruises and hickeys would surely keep those filthy men away. könig rocked his broad, thick hips against the one's he held against his. making sure to grind each metal barrell on his shaft into you, teasing you with his threatening stare. just don't cry, otherwise you're in for könig bullying his thick and hot dick into you. the bulbous and twitching dick easing inside you once again, each thrust making you shudder with arousal and euphoria while you pant and roll your head back through exhaustion.

“schau dich an, hübsch. es ist fast so, als würdest du es genießen, so ruiniert zu werden – gemobbt, gehänselt … nicht wahr, meine kleine katze?” könig cocks his head to the side, looking into your fucked-out eyes. seeing the dizziness in your eyes, lightheaded and breathless from the movements and rawness created between your thighs. the clenching and clutching unstoppable until you had your fill.