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milkywayhou · 3 days
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When she is the big spoon but you're not the little spoon
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gremlingottoosilly · 3 days
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Konig falling in love with an reader who works as a teacher in a daycare center, and for some reason she doesn't find him threatening and is actually very sweet to him.
(I'm going with dilf!Konig for this one) Konig and his adorable, precious boy who bites off head of his dino toys and bullies everyone who is trying to get close to him. Parents are threatening to withdraw their kids and sue the center, all children psychologists have already given up, and he changed nannies every week because no one could put up with the son of a guy who literally takes him to a shooting range while he can't even read yet. No one can put up with the son or his father...until you came in, of course. No one knows what it's about you - maybe it's the fact that you're not scared of the older guy; even Konig's signature cold stare isn't doing anything to you. You kinda look at the giant, older man like he is one of the kids you're taking care of - you're strict and soft at the same time, you explain to him carefully that his son clearly has all the signs of needing a bit more care and attention from his father - and, preferably, a professional. You were nothing but careful, and this is why you agreed to grab a coffee with him and Felix after the daycare center was done for the day. You usually don't invite yourself to such situations with kids and their parents, but you knew you had to intervene before something bad happened - and you can see that they both are lonely. Their interest in you was obvious too, and it almost made you blush. Almost. They were adorable in their right, and you really wanted to take more time and talk to them...this is how you ended up awakening some weird fucking dreams in Konig. He never liked kids - hell, he wasn't so thrilled about his own kid - but you somehow make him the best father he can be.
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hischokehold · 2 days
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sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.
König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."
"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.
It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.
"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.
Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.
With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."
You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky length over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.
"Mhm."
Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.
König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.
"Shmell sho good."
König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.
You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?
König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your weepy hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.
A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.
After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?
He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.
"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."
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crashtestbunny · 3 days
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Grab the Bull by the Horns (Konig x F!Reader)
CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Minotaur!Konig, breeding kink, monster fucking, predator/prey dynamic, dub-con, size difference, porn with a lot of plot.
Summary: You were selected as the bride of the Ox King, hopefully you would be the one that lasts.
Word Count: 2.3k
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A long time ago in a place now unknown there was a King and Queen, who were arrogant and uncaring in their rule. The King was a haughty man with an apathy towards the struggles of his people, while his Queen was a gluttonous and materialistic woman. While their kingdom withered around them, they locked themselves in their lush and rich home, a private garden to hide away from the agony of the land they ruled.  
When famine racked the country the fanciful foods they were accustomed to stopped arriving to the castle, as the people prioritised what little they had for themselves. This caused the royal couple to burst into a vengeful fit, and they ordered the guards to go out and seize any food that the peasantry is hiding – whether that be scraps, plants, or livestock, all of it was to be brought to the palace for their own selfish uses.
Sitting in the banquet hall, the two dined through eight courses whilst their people starved. As they cut into the finely cooked steak that fell apart on the fork a loud crack of thunder sparked through the room. The God of Sovereignty had seen their wicked ways and placed a curse on their meal that evening, that as the Queen’s pregnant belly was filled with steak, that her child may be born a monstrous illustration of her own gluttony and selfishness.
Konig was a large baby, 5kg, with a hefty layer of fat. But not only that, he had been burn with fur and hooves on his lower body, and a calf tail that flicked lazily. His temples split with nubs of keratin that were threatening to grow into huge bull horns.
It was decided then that a large labyrinth be constructed under the castle where the boy could be locked away from people, out of sight and out of mind. This worked for some time until the boy grew into a beast of a man. Then he would rampage and devour any one who came to check on him, consistently breaking out and demanding someone quell the ache in his stomach.
That’s how this all began.
A tradition 40 years old.
You were lined up in the courtyard with hundreds of other girls, all of you dressed in impeccable white silk dresses with veils. Your hands are bound with a ribbon with a cowbell dangling. The attendants pull a calf on a rope around, allow it to sniff at each girl, let it lead to some degree.
Big brown eyes gaze at you, an ivory white calf approaching you with a bleat. You try to shoo it away, try to glare at the creature, tell it to leave you alone, to not cement your fate. Its nose bumps against the bell and you feel your heart falter and the breath escape your lungs. Then it bumps against the bell with a soft ‘moo’, its long tongue poking out to lick the brass. It’s you, you’re the bride of the Ox King.
The guards are grabbing you as you kick and scream, “No! No! This is a mistake! Unhand me! Please! Mercy!” but it’s all hanging in the air and blown away by the gentle breeze as unsympathetic gazes watch you be carried to the ornate doors installed into the courtyard ground. It takes four men to open the doors with a thunderous noise, revealing a weathered staircase that leads into dark, fathomless depths below. The lair of the beast.
You descend the stairs into the elaborate labyrinthian cave system. Every small step echoes like you’re a galloping horse, it’s dark, cold, and wet, and sometimes you think there’s a rat or insect scurrying around too close to your feet. Your hand stays planted onto the rough stone walls to identify twists and turns and keep you walking. Your breath is the only warmth you find as your dress begins to cling to your cold skin with the humidity.
Every tunnel you trudge your feet along feels like it lasts for an hour. Sometimes spider webs tangle around your ankles or a drop of water squeezes its way through the cavern roof and lands on your head, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin and the hair on the back of your neck to stand to static.
You hear it. Something hard and heavy dragging against the stone floor. A hoof. One that didn’t even bother lifting itself up, instead it taunts you, lets you know it’s coming. Drags each agonising step out, allows you to hear it growing louder, the beast growing closer.
The sounds of huffing, animalistic breaths expended from the nostrils. A bull.
It’s down the hallway behind you, eyes baring into your soul through the darkness, and you do not dare look back. Your feet fly into a frantic sprint as you let out a shriek, your arms extended in front of you to catch you from flying into the walls. He’s charging after you, long and even strides that barely warrant being a run, navigating these halls like he carved them out himself.
Light! There’s a light! Flickering, weak, but golden and full of hope, it looks like the sun trying to crack through the stonework! You push yourself towards it like a flower desperate for love. The air begins to raise a few degrees as you draw closer and then just as you’re closing your eyes to breathe in the fresh air, to bask in the sun, to have outrun the beast and been the only bride to survive … you don’t.
A large central chamber with no other exit than to turn back. A torchlit chandelier dangling from the ceiling with a messily made bed sprawling across the majority of the room – this thing, this man must be massive. You see tears of old white fabric from years before, a history of brides with no survivors.
You take a step back and bump into something warm and firm, your hand touches coarse hair. You look over your shoulder and then have to crane your neck to look up at the creature, expecting to be met with the hideous combination of a man-cow. Instead, a well-defined, weathered face with grey eyes - sunken and tired - studying you. His nose is aquiline with a silver septum piercing, his thin lips drawn into a snarl. Long, mottled auburn hair wisping down his neck and large bull horns protruding from his temples. His chest is rising and falling dramatically with every snuff and huff, his defined muscles tensing as his eyes scan over your body.
“Name.” His voice is soft but demanding, and you find yourself telling him your name, and he hums in thought.
“Pretty. I think I shall call you Königin.” He decides for you with no room for argument, his large hands settling over your hips, engulfing them and using them as handles to steer your body as he pushes you back into his nest of blankets and pillows.
He has the skirt of your wedding dress bunched up at your hips, your underwear long torn from your body as his large tongue licks your twitching slit. He’s so much larger in every way, his hands on your thighs almost swallowing the soft flesh whole, his tongue lapping at your desperate cunt is so large he barely need to move it to cover every inch of pleasure he can rip from you. His broad shoulders have your legs spread so wide that your hips ache and threaten to pop.
Moaning against your swollen pussy he pushes his face in to inhale your musky scent of desire, making your hips raise up to meet his mouth. He laps at your entrance, tongue sneaking in teasingly before swiping up to swirl around the clit and give it a kiss.
His large hand climbs from its place on your hip to find the neckline of your dress and tear it in one firm tug, exposing your breasts to the cool air for only a second before his hands swallow them in their grip, massaging and squeezing, his thumbs rubbing over your attentive nipples as his tongue continues to bring you closer to orgasm.
“No- No!” You whimper out as you try to squirm away as you feel your orgasm burning in the bottom of your loins, about to erupt all over his face.
Growling, he grips your hips and pulls you back onto his face firmly as his tongue dives into your entrance, stretching the hole open while his nose grinds against your clit, his moaning sending vibrations of ecstasy through your swollen folds.
You orgasm with your vision turning white as this creature laps up every drop of your release he can, helping you to ride through the violent bliss before pulling away, his nose down covered in creamy slick that he drew out of you.
“Taste so good, Königin… much sweeter than any bride before.” His hands travel back down to your hips and grabs them with authority, “Means you’re made for me. Welcoming my cock, make an heir for my kingdom.” He smiles sweetly.
His cock is as monstrous as his form, an easy ten inches in length with the girth of his wrist, as he rubs it between your oversensitive folds you whimper, the tip leaking pearls of precum over your stomach.
“That won’t fit!” You whimper out and attempt to close your legs in defence but he uses his own thighs to keep them spread wide and have you pliant to his every touch.
“It will have to, Königin, if you are to bear my children you will have to take my cock and consummate this marriage.” He tuts as he lifts you to flip you onto your hands and knees, shoving your face down into the plush, soft pillows, “Do not look, mein Liebchen, just allow me to take care of you, perform my husbandly duty.”
The tip of his hard cock prods against your twitching entrance and you already fell your stomach drop in fear. The tip alone pushes in and causes an aching stretch to your wanting cunt.
“Deep breaths, dear.” He coos as his hand smacks your ass, leaving a blushing handprint on your jiggling asscheek. He pushes in deeper, ignoring your whimpers and begging to stop because he’s going to break you, that it’s too big, that it won’t fit – but he knows you can take it. Because you’re the only bride who didn’t run, the only who didn’t fight back.
It feels like he’s splitting you in half, his hard cock burning your midsection as he spears you on it with a guttural moan. It drags across your pink, aching walls and runs over every delicious spot of pleasure, making you cry out in pleasure as he fills you. He doesn’t stop until his pelvis is tight against your soft ass, his cock buried balls deep in you, your stomach visibly swollen from the huge length inside rearranging your guts.
“See?” He chuckles, his hand coming to the swell on your tummy, rubbing his cock through the soft skin, drawing a moan from you both, “This will be the first day for the rest of your life that this stomach is swollen.” He husks into your ear.
He rolls his hips without pulling out, his length rocking you over in pleasure and causing you to cry out in overwhelming pleasure as your cunt clenches around his length, an orgasm ripping through you like lightning as a foamy ring of pleasure rings around the base of his cock and leaks down his huge ballsack.
Then he begins a relentless pace, dragging his cock back out for what felt like forever and then slamming it back in and sending jolts of pure delirium through your body. He folds his huge form over you and cages you in, pinning you down like a helpless animal as he fucks into your pliant and vulnerable body like its nothing more than a hole for him to breed. Your hands reach back and catch onto the hard bone of his horns and scratch them for some anchor on reality. It arches your back in such a delicious way that he groans and lowers his head more to allow yourself to do it.
“That’s it, Königin.” He grunts into your ear as he bites on your earlobe, “Submit yourself. Allow yourself to bear my children. Look so pretty so full and swollen-“ he mumbles obscenities into your ear as his cock is building to build another tower of pleasure through you.
His hips slam so hard into you it begins to bruise your soft ass, tears run down your cheeks as you scream out your pleasure, drool escaping from the corner of your lips as you begin to get caught up in the dizzying pleasure this beast is putting you through.
“I’m going to fill you up, engel.” He grunts, a whine pulling from his chest as he comes closer to release, “Going to breed you like the good cow you are. Watch you become heavy with my-“ he shivers and sends agonising thrusts through your guts, “-fucking seed.”
You cry out desperately as you feel the pleasure washing over you again, your orgasm cresting like a tidal wave as he pounds into you at a bruising pace. Your aching, swollen pussy clenches around him desperately as you sob, squirting all over his cock and coating his fur-clad thighs with your pleasure.
That’s all it takes for you to feel burning white cum pumping into your stomach as he holds you firmly to his pelvis. Your stomach swells with the sheer amount he’s pouring into you and he squeezes your round stomach, making some of it leak out over his cock.
“Take a breath, Liebchen. I won’t stop until my wife is with child.”
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ellaa-writes · 3 days
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Gym rat König who fucks you in the locker room shower. (not edited)
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He saw you first, walking up to the squat machine. Wearing tight black legging and just a sport bra. It was nearing midnight, König only came to the gym at night. Like a creature out of a horror movie, emerging from his crypt to do some weight lifting.
He couldn't stop staring, you must know he was staring. You probably did it on purpose, with the way your dressed, out late at night. Setting your water bottle down beside the machine you.
Watching you has you worked out, König long forgot what he was even doing to begin with. The heavy weights still in his hands, he let them drop to the floor without a thought. A loud thud rang though the gym, making you flinch and reel your head in his direction.
This was his opportunity, pulling at the bottom of his tank. He lifted it up to wipe off the sweat building on his forehead. Making sure his abs and chest were on full display. Hell he even flexed a little just to make sure you were looking. Hook, line and sinker, you snapped your head away as a blush crept up your chest to your face.
Today wasn't leg day, but for you it sure was. König sauntered over to the leg press machine which so happens to be right beside your machine. Giving it a quick wipe down before he looked in your direction and did his signature goofy smile, gummy and all.
"Haven't seen you here before." he called out to you, his accent thicker than usual. He was really laying it all on you. "I've been a few times but usually to busy." you replied back in between grunts. König watched has you worked up a sweat. Noticing your poor form and using that has an excuse to get closer.
"You're going to hurt yourself that way." he said nonchalantly, pointing to your back. You let the weights gently down as you sat facing him. "Leaning forward to much, watch I'll show you." he rose from his machine. Reaching you in one big step, he was so much bigger closer up. Like a skyscraper kissing the clouds, he had a surgical mask over the lower half of his face. But you still heard him like he was whispering in your ear.
You stepped back has König showed you the proper form. Doing one squat before he ushered you back to the machine. Helping you get the bar on your shoulders. His hand on your lower back, so big and wide and warm as hell. His other hand resting on your lower stomach, telling you to squat and you did. Feeling no pain as you did so, König asked "Better?" hands still on you. You just nodded your head, to dizzy to answer.
He stepped away but not far before you called out "If you don't mind, can you do that again. So I can get a better idea." König's heart started to pound as another sleezy smile spread across his face. He could show you a few more moves if you wanted, he said with a raise of an eyebrow.
Lucky for the both of you the gym was quiet dead that night. You, him and three others. He followed you back to the locker room, and into the showers. You shoved him in first, before following after and closing the curtains tight.
Konig had your leg slinged across his shoulder, your back pressed against the shower tile. The hot steam of the water filling the small enclosure. You other leg wrapped around his waist has he pounded your pussy.
He's whimpering and babbling in German, peppering your neck and chest in small kiss and bites. You nails digging into his back, panting like a bitch in heat. His thick cock hitting all the right spots, the tip bullying against your spongy cervix. His magic fingers working the bud of your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles.
The door to the locker room swung open, both you and König froze. His cock twitching inside your warm wet pussy. Listening to the sound of someone walking around, rummaging in their belongings before the always started up a shower.
Konig began to lazily pump his cock into you, slow thrusts that made your whole body buzz with need. You whined out causing König to cover your mouth with his hand. Leaning into your ear to shush you. And you tried, oh god you tried.
Letting his hand fall back down between your bodies. Working your clit once again and his thrusts became more focused and hard. The sound of the water pelting against the tiles drowning out the lewd noises coming from your stall.
You were so close, he could feel it. He was right their with you, snapping his hips harshly into your own. He was building you up until it all came crashing down. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your moan, your pussy convulsing around his cock. König could help himself, pumping his thick load into you. Grunting out before he bite his own tongue.
After a few silent moments between you to, the shower a few stalls over turned off. The curtain being yanked open and a few minutes later you bother were alone again.
He slowly washed his cum from your cunt, down on his knees. Looking up into your eyes he asked "Wanna go have a bite to eat?"
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yawnderu · 2 days
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I don’t know why but I love the idea of Konig having an absolute maneater of a partner. She’s half his size and may only know enough self defense to get by, but she absolutely walks him like a dog.
I love this concept!!
König easily dwarfs her height, easily able to manhandle her if he wanted— yet that's the thing, he doesn't want to. There's something alluring about you, about the way you turn the cocky, overconfident colonel into a dog on a tight leash, ready to bend to your will, to be one phone call away, if you don't live together.
Have you heard Won't Bite by Doja Cat? König's lovely girlfriend is the living definition of “I'm 5'3 but I'll make that man 4'2”. Sure, he might be an absolute feral beast as a soldier, but as a man? He's a pathetic simp for you. <3
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cntloup · 15 hours
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18+ MDNI Being König's maid
he's gone on deployments most of the time so he needs someone for house-keeping
you keep everything to his liking, every nook and cranny of the house washed, dusted and shiny for your master or as he insists you call him 'König' or just 'Kö'
and when he returns, he's too exhausted to do anything, but also too pent up with aggression and adrenaline
he needs to blow off some steam and that's when you come to his aid, his Mäuschen, greeting him with your lovely smile... and your legs spread wide open for him
you lie on the edge of the bed in your maid outfit and pull up your skirt to reveal your pretty pussy with no panties on, already soaked and ready for him, begging for him
and he removes his gloves to touch you, feel you after so long... yes he will fuck you with his gloved fingers if you ask nicely but this is not the time for that... now he needs to feel you
and he brings his hand to your heat, sliding it over your wet cunt and licking your arousal off his fingers as his throbbing cock becomes more and more desperate
and he takes out his weeping shaft impatiently, but he maintains some self control so as not to pound into you right then and there
his veiny dick slides over your soaking wet folds and he lets out a shaky sigh at the slight touch of your warm soft cunt on his desperate cock
he keeps sliding between your folds, but never fully entering you as you moan and beg him to fuck you already
but no, he needs to savor the sweet sensation, he can pound into you mercilessly later, you have all the time in the world
"Please..." you whine pathetically, "Patience, Mäuschen." he murmurs as he keeps rubbing his cock on your desperate cunt
and finally, when he decides to slide in, he pushes the tip painfully, teasingly slow as you whine and beg for more
and he gives you more... and more as he keeps shoving his fat cock inside your tight hole and you squeal out from the delicious wide stretch although there's the familiar slight sting at first since it's been so long
and he keeps pressing until his hips meet your ass and he growls, throwing his head back in sheer pleasure of finally feeling the heavenly sensation of your warm soft walls enfolding him
and he can't go slow anymore... deciding to firmly grasp the back of your thighs to spread them wider and he starts greedily ramming his thick cock inside your little slick cunt
your eager pulsating walls feel every vein, bump and ridge of his cock as he keeps viciously driving it in and out of you, reaching deep inside and hitting every single sweet spot
his hand reaches forward to toy with your puffy twitching clit, stimulating you even further as if you weren't a whimpering mess already
he groans and pants heavily like a raging animal in heat as he vigorously slams into your swollen abused cunt, "meins... alles meins" he grunts out
your loud rasped-out moans turn into high-pitched hiccups with each brutal thrust as your high approaches
and the rushing cascade of your orgasm courses through you as you cry out his name, streams of your juices squirting all over him and the bed
he grunts deeply as your quivering walls tighten around him and he babbles incoherently in german as he gets closer and closer, but you make out some words, "nur… für… mich." he punctuates each word with a harsh slam of his hips onto yours
"what?!" you ask hazily, looking at him through lidded eyes as you hear him mumble something about breeding you and making you a 'mutter'
and he spills his seed deep inside your greedy womb while a low groan leaves his throat
he flops down on you while panting and you hold him in your arms, but he quickly gathers himself to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom
he washes you surprisingly gently, completely in contrast of his harsh fucking
and he kisses every bruise on your body, but you notice the faint smug grin on his face
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latenightdaydreams · 3 days
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can you do the virgin königx virgin reader where she finally lets him take her virginity (they got married)
Of course!
Virgin!König x Virgin!Reader (fem) Part2
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Part 1: Here
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>CW: fem/afab, virginity loss, p in v, oral
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König sits at the Bride and Grooms table watching you do your father daughter dance, and you look beautiful. Today was the perfect day. Your white wedding dress clinging to your beautiful body while your hair is done up beautifully. He can’t believe someone that looks like him, acts like him, could find such a beautiful wife. A beautiful wife with such a perfect pair of tits and a fat ass that can take every inch of his cock…
His eyes stay glued to you the whole night, using the excuse of social anxiety to stay seated and not socialize; in reality he is sporting a rock-hard boner that’s clear to see in his pants. Can you blame him? You look ethereal and he has the honor of deflowering you tonight. It’s all he can think about. What will it feel like? Better than anal? No way. Can it? His head turns as your voice snaps him back to reality.
“My family said they would clean up if we want to get out of here since it has been a long day.” You walk up to him and sit on his lap. His large hands instantly find their way to your thighs and rear.
“That’s very kind of them Schatz,” he can feel his cock starting to get hard again now with your weight on his lap and knowing he is one step closer.
You both stand and begin to say goodbye to the remaining family. König was doing his best to not seem impolite by rushing you, but he was also gently guiding you to the door with his tight grip around your waist.
Finally, you both leave and make your way to his SUV. He scoops you up and begins to kiss your neck as he walks the last few steps to the car.
“Meine Liebe, du siehst wunderschön aus.” He whispers in your ear as he gently places you in the passenger seat of the car. You smile and blush in response as he runs around the car to get in.
“Are you ready to go to the hotel?” König grabs your left hand and kisses the wedding band that now hugs your finger.
“I am,” you giggle with excitement as he begins to drive off.
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König walks up to the hotel room door with you in his arms carrying you bridal style. A wide smile on his face as he bends down and lets you scan the keycard. Walking into the room there are rose petals everywhere as well as a complimentary bottle of campaign and two glasses.
He places you down on the bed gently, his lips finding yours and kissing you passionately. His lips are hungry for yours now that you’re both alone and able to do things married couples do. Not only can he fuck you, but he can cum in you. He can get you pregnant. The thought of someone so…desirable pregnant with his baby is driving him insane.
König pushes his tongue against your lips and bullies it way inside of your mouth; he is hungry for you. His hand begins to grope your breast over your wedding dress, eager to get you out of it. His hand reaches around back and begins to be greeted by buttons. This wasn’t going to slow him.
Pulling down your tight dress to expose your breast König begins to kiss down your neck until he gets to your breast, his lips kissing every inch until his lips wrap around your nipple and sucks while twirling his tongue around. His hand grabbing bunches of fabric and picking it up until he can get his hand under.
His hand feels the heat between your legs and his cock begins to rise. He pushes past your thighs to touch the lacey fabric that covers his holy grail. He lets out a deep groan as he pulls his lips from your breast. Bringing his hand out from under your dress, he pulled his button-down shirt and popped the buttons off to get it off quickly. You couldn’t help but to giggle at his eagerness.
“Let’s get this dress off of you.” His arm wraps around your waist and effortlessly flips you so he can see the buttons. His eyes widen seeing how many and how small they are. The top four broke from him exposing your breast. “Schatz, would you be mad if I just ripped them?”
“Yes!” You respond quickly, shooting him a glare.
“Okay, okay.” He makes an “oh shit” face as his fingers begin to work at the buttons. After what felt like eons he finally finished.
With one swift motion he pulls the dress off of you and lays it on the chair in the room. His eyes rake over your body. He has seen it hundreds of times before but this time it’s his. His hands go to his belt and he begins to undress from the waist down. You get yourself comfortable on the bed and scoot back to the headboard. Your leg falls to the side slightly and exposed how your red lace thong barely covers your pussy as one lip hangs out the side. You shaved? This was unexpected, but whatever you felt comfortable with König was into.
“Are you ready to start Liebling?” König asks while gently stroking his cock.
You give him a nervous nod as he approaches you on the bed. His heavy body made the bed sink as he moved his body over yours. His lips pressed against yours before he slowly began to leave a trail of wet and sloppy kisses down your body. Goosebumps rising on your skin as you squirm slightly from the pleasure of his kisses.
When his mouth met your pussy, you let out a light satisfied moan. His tongue teasing at first, only lightly licking up in quick motions as if you were an ice cream cone. Your eyes gazing down at him with anticipation. His icy blue eyes meeting yours as a smirk comes across his face. He lowers his head and begins to rapidly lap at your clit making your legs twitch like crazy. Your hands grasping the bed sheets as you let out a shaky moan.
Hips slowly roll back and forth matching his tongue’s motion. “Yes, please…” One hand moves to his head, brushing his blonde hair back. His eyes never left yours as he watched your reaction to his tongue.
Pulling back, König begins to rub your clit with his pointer finger. Slowly moving his finger down to feel the entrance of your vagina. His gaze drops as he looks at your beautiful cunt. His finger’s part your folds as he looks down to see your untouched vaginal canal. “I’m supposed to fit in that?” He thinks to himself, kissing your pussy a few more times he moves his body back over yours.
“Are we going to do it like this?” You ask nervously as his body begins to nestle between your legs.
“Ja, Liebling just relax, okay?” König was nervous as well, but he didn’t show it so you could relax.
Peppering small kisses across your chest and up your neck to your lips.  His heavy cock resting on your wet pussy. The feeling of the heat and wetness teasing him. He moves his hips slightly to create some friction as he is rubbing it against your swollen clit.
“I’m nervous,” you say looking into his eyes as your hands go to the back of his head and caress his hair.
“I know, I’ll be gentle, Schatz.” He brings his hand up to caress your hair and brush it out of your face.
König moves his hand gently, slipping down to your thigh and moving your leg slightly up. He leans his body back slightly so he is kneeling with his back hunched over. With his other hand he grasps his erect cock and lines it up with your entrance.
Slowly he leans forward and pushes the tip in. Königs eyes frantically searching your face to make sure you’re okay. He can feel his sensitive tip being squeezed by your gummy and inviting warmth. With every bit of his power, he is resisting the urge to just push all the way in at once. Instead, he slowly pushes forward. His eyes trailing from your eyes down your body to look at his cock inching its way in.
You feel a sharp sting and pressure as he pushes in. A pained mewl leaves your lips as you close your eyes, your hands reaching for the bedsheets to grab. You read on the internet that it was only going to hurt a little, but you also read the average cock is only supposed to be like 5.5 inches and two fingers wide. You feel soft kisses on your forehead as he pushes in more and you moan out.
“Are you okay?” König asks, his voice dripping with pleasure.
“Yeah, it just hurts.” You look up at him.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, keep going.”
He is thankful you said to keep going because he didn’t want to pull out. With both hands, he pushes your legs back a little more as he watches his cock slowly pull half way out. There is a bit of crimson red on him, but he knew it was to be expected so he doesn’t worry.
Pushing back in he groans loudly, his hips pressing all the way against yours this time as he bottoms out. Your virgin pussy now squeezing the entire length of his massive cock. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his size, was too much for him. Eyes rolling back, he begins to buck his hips forward into you. The sound of your wet pussy is all he can focus on as his mind becomes lost in a haze of euphoria. He understands why men have gone to war for this.
“Fuck y/n, you feel so fucking good.” König growls as his eyes open to scan your body. Your breast bouncing beautifully in rhythm with his thrust. His dick covered in a mix of red and creamy white triggering something primal within him.
You begin to feel the pleasure overwhelm the pain as König pushes your legs all the way to your chest and begins to fuck you even faster. His massive 300lb body slamming into your tight cunt over and over. Your eyes going crossed as you struggle to stretch for him, babbling in your native language and begging him for more.
His cock passing over your sweet spot repeatedly causing a strange pressure sensation to build up at your core. Your hands desperately grab at Königs sweaty arms, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust.
“I- I have to pee.” You moan out.
This snaps König out of his euphoric haze and he looks down into your eyes, maintaining pace as he begins to watch you, knowing that you’re about to cum.
“König!” You moan out as the pressure begins to become too much and your legs begin to shake. You look into his eyes looking down at you. “I- I’m,” you can’t even speak
“Cum for me baby,” Königs voice sounds low and sensual. He leans back slightly to move one of his hands and he begins to rub circles over your clit with his thumb.
The extra touch took you over the edge. Legs trembling and eyes crossing, you let out a screaming moan. Your back arches as you succumb to pressure feeling. Waves of euphoria wash over your body as you squirt on Königs abdomen.
“Mein Gott, ja.” König whispers as he lightly slaps your soaking wet pussy.
“Es tut mir Leid,” Small whimpers leaving his lips König begins to mutter apologies in German over and over for not lasting longer, his pace becoming more erratic until he reaches climax.
A mix of both of your moans filling the room as his cock twitches and pulses inside your pussy. The head of his cock pressed all the way against your poor beat up cervix as he released completely. His eyes closed as he pants, trying to catch his breath. Droplets of sweat dripping from him on to you.
Slowly he lowers his body and wraps his arms around you. He begins to kiss you all over, telling you how much he loves you and is thankful you allowed him this moment.
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xoxunhinged · 22 hours
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Nikto x Ghost x König x Keegan x You
Poker Night - Part 2 😏 You asked for it…
MDNI, Heavy duty smut, four-way, double penetration, oral, PinV, PinA, dicks everywhere, I could go on but hopefully ya get the drift
Big thank you to @blacktacmopsi who was the sanity and beta for this madness. Also thank you to the original anon who made me feral by dropping this into my RQs
The most whimsical combination…Part 1 is here
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It’s so tense around the poker table, you could cut it with a knife.
Keegan’s icy eyes are narrowed almost to slits in his face. Nikto keeps flashing irritatingly smug looks at him, still obviously holding a strong hand.
König is glancing at you repeatedly, sat snuggly on Ghost’s lap. The Austrian shuffles his cards occasionally, rubbing the back of his neck.
You watch them all, tracing little patterns on Ghost’s jean covered thighs with your fingers. Every now and then he rubs his cheek against the side of your face. You can feel his stubble through the soft balaclava.
König deals the final turn, while everyone watches closely.
“Fucking bullshit.” Snarls Keegan. Then he glances at you. “I’m sorry baby, I gotta fold.”
Ghost leans forward and picks up another card.
“Better luck next time mate.”
Keegan huffs mutinously.
“I, for one, cannot wait to fuck you pretty.” Nikto grins blowing you a kiss.
You wriggle on Ghost’s lap and he plants a small peck on the top of your head.
After the final round, Nikto lays down his cards with a flourish. He’s got a straight flush.
Ghost sighs and lays down his own straight.
“Tag team?” He asks Nikto, one blonde brow quirking. Ghost doesn’t really want to share you, but rules are rules. They’ve got to split the winnings.
“I go first I think.”
König’s voice rings out firmly, as he places a royal flush on the table.
Nikto and Ghost both seem momentarily lost for words. Even Keegan’s scowl drops for a minute in disbelief.
“Let me see those!” Snaps Nikto, almost jumping across the table to examine them. But there’s no doubting the neat set of hearts König has collected.
“Come here Maus.” He pats his knee gently.
You go to get up, but Keegan and Nikto stand too.
“I won the night fair and square.” König hisses.
Ghost looks him dead in the eye.“You did. But no one said we didn’t get to watch.”
Nikto’s aqua eyes are glittering in his mask. Ghost stands and carries you to the bedroom in the apartment, while the others follow. Then, he settles himself in an old armchair nonchalantly.
You climb onto the kingsize in the centre of the room. König stares from you on the bed, over to Ghost, while Keegan moves behind you and snuggles into your neck.
“You okay baby? You can tell me if you’re not.”
You kiss him on the cheek reassuringly, then reach for König’s hand. For a minute he looks like he wants to keep bickering with Nikto, who’s now sat on the corner of the mattress.
But when you tug off your jeans and expose your weeping cunt to him, he forgets about that entirely.
Sinking to the edge of the bed, König tugs his mask off and buries his face into your core. You squirm, as his lips and tongue devour you, large palms spreading your legs wider.
“How’s it taste?” Nikto asks, voice heavy as he watches König licking broad stripes across your pussy.
“Unbelievable.” Replies the Austrian, the vibrations of his voice nearly making your eyes roll back in your head.
Keegan starts placing little love bites on your shoulder, unbuttoning your shirt as he does it.
“Let em see your rack baby, it’s to die for.”
When your breasts are free of the little black bra you’re wearing, Keegan starts playing with your nipples. He knows just how much that makes your toes curl.
Nikto grabs his arm.
“I don’t think so, you lost remember?”
He shoves Keegan aside roughly and pulls you into his chest, his own palms touching your tits, as you feel his cock rigid against your ass.
König shoots him a look, but doesn’t remove his mouth from you. Gradually he starts to stretch you out on his fingers, prepping you for what’s to come.
Relegated to the bedside, Keegan adjusts his stiff dick in his trousers. Ghost just watches silently, occasionally tilting his head like he’s thinking about something.
You don’t notice any of this really though, too lost in the feeling of König’s mouth and Nikto’s burning kisses, warm on your soft neck.
Legs shaking, König brings you to your first peak. Then he withdraws his rigid cock, fisting it a few times. It’s fucking huge and you gulp at the sight of it, despite your earlier bravery.
Shooing Nikto away, König pulls you to the edge of the bed and puts one leg on his broad shoulder.
“Ready Schatz?” He asks you, rubbing himself against your slick until you whimper. Tremulously you nod, then he bullies his shaft into you in one thrust.
“Fuck!” You’re arching off the bed, as König grunts, bottoming out.
Keegan kneels next to you, his own cock out as he strokes it.
“You’re doing so good baby. Such a good girl.”
You grit your teeth, as it feels like König is rearranging your insides.
Then Nikto, in a surprisingly tender gesture, kneels on your other side and turns your face to his.
“So pretty, such a sweet little thing.” Nikto’s hand reaches down and starts playing with your clit, making pleasure begin to replace the pain of the stretch.
König kisses your calf softly, slowing his pace to let you adjust. The bed creaks as Ghost settles by your head. He pulls you up slightly onto his knees, so you can see König’s thick dick moving into your tight pussy.
“You’re okay love, look at how well you’re taking him.”
You moan, as Nikto’s wicked fingers tease your little bud. Ghosts digits toy with your lips, sliding them inside your mouth. He chuckles as you start to suck.
Trembling slightly with his impending release, König flips you onto all fours.
“Stretch em out ready for us.” Ghost orders.
With the discipline of a trained soldier, König spits onto his hand and starts massaging it into your tight asshole. You keen, knees shaking as he slides one thick finger in, then two.
“Gonna cum!” You cry, your orgasm sneaking up as König stretches your puckered ring.
All four men groan, as you clench with ecstasy. König cums shortly afterwards, the pressure of your cunt too much, with his thick spend soaking your thighs.
Keegan fists his dick hard. König pulls out, as Ghost lifts you towards him.
His shaft is almost as thick as König’s, but you’re too fucked out to worry about it. Nikto slides straight back into your dripping pussy, letting out a deep growl at how wet it is.
“Fuck, even prettier from the inside little one.”
You take Ghost into your mouth, tasting the salty fluid on the crown of his dick. It hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly.
“Take it slow yeah.” Ghost coaches you as you begin to suck him, eyes wide and shining.
Nikto is lost in your cunt, swearing in Russian. Ghost knots a hand into your hair, bringing your gaze up to his face again.
“Reckon you can take us both love?”
You nod, mouth full of cock making it difficult to reply. Nikto’s dick as a slight curve in it, that’s scrambling all coherent thought.
You’re manhandled between Ghost and Nikto, sandwiched between their broad chests perfectly. The Russian croons and strokes your hair, as Ghost lines himself up behind you.
“Just relax pretty one.” Nikto toys with your clit again, as the pressure of Ghost pushing into your barren channel becomes intense.
You start to pant as he works himself inside. The stretch is fucking delicious though, building in intensity until you’re barely able to keep your head up. Nikto thrusting into your core, while Ghost matches him in your arse, thighs slapping against your cheeks.
You swear you’re almost drooling.
“Goddamn baby! Doing so well!” Huffs Keegan, about ready to cum in his own hand. König runs soft fingers down your cheeks, whispering endearments at you.
You have no idea what he’s saying, the raw sounds of sex filling the room. But it seems sweet.
Nikto and Ghost begin to work you hard, spurring each other on. When they switch places, you moan at the emptiness.
“Such a needy thing eh.” Ghost kisses you roughly, mask tugged up over his nose.
Nikto isn’t as long as Ghost, but his cock still makes your eyes sting as it fucks into your rear. You whine, clutching at the strong shoulders in front of you.
Ghost huffs, pupils dilating, chest to chest with you. Unable to help yourself, you cream all over him, cumming so hard your vision blacks out for a moment.
The increased pressure makes Nikto follow you over the edge. He spanks your arse as he pulls out, leaving a large red print.
You wrap your arms tightly around Ghost’s neck, as Keegan groans into his fist. You feel König’s hands around your waist, as he takes Nikto’s place.
You’re sobbing, eyes rolling as the Austrian starts to rearrange your insides again, from this new angle. He and Ghost refuse to make eye contact, even as they’re both losing their minds inside you.
It’s so tight, you think you might actually be torn in two. Both men are chasing their highs, making your body fucking sing.
Ghost grabs your chin and forces your mouth against his as he finishes. His counterpart is not going to last much longer, you’re so hot and tight, clenching around him.
Ever the gentleman, Ghost holds you up, cooing at you, fucking his seed back into your core with his fingers. You gasp, while his rough thumb teases your over sensitive clit, another peak building in your stomach.
“Cum love, just once more. Want this one to be mine.” He whispers.
Through the burning sting of König rutting into your body, Ghost coaches one more orgasm from you, grinning as you leak over his fingers.
Just as you wail your way through it, König growls and pumps a second load inside you. Exhausted, you fall forwards into Ghost’s arms, clinging to his muscled body.
Hours later, while König snores, Keegan carries you into the shower. Ghost and Nikto aren’t around to tell him off, both smoking and playing cards again in the next room.
“You okay baby, fuck I ain’t ever seen anything like that.”
You nod, eyelashes fluttering sleepily. Carefully, Keegan runs you a bath and places your aching body into it.
You drag him in too, so water slops over the sides.
“Did you finish?” You ask him coyly, watching his lean arms cuddling around your hips.
He rests his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah. But I won’t say no to another round, if you’re up to it doll?”
Quietly, so he won’t get his ear chewed off by the victorious players, Keegan fucks you in the bathroom as you hold onto the sink.
Four in one night. A personal record you think, while he makes you quake around his length, turning your face to the mirror to watch.
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butterrose07 · 3 days
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You're a Woman (Konig x Female Reader)
WARNINGS: 18+ readers only, sexual themes, crass language, misogynistic elements, housewife reader
You're a woman. He was a man. What was so hard to understand about that.
oOo
He was a misogynist.
He had to be a misogynist. No, he was a misogynist. It was as simple as that.
Right?
"You speak as if being a woman is a bad thing."
But it wasn't that simple. Because the man in front of you had values so core to his being that were...brutish in nature that you had no idea how he was someone born in this age. There was no sugarcoating; there was no wordplay. He was straight to the point with a deadpan stare, hooded eyes boring into yours of apprehension.
Disbelief.
Horror.
In this day and age, men and women were the same. It was taught that everyone had equal worth, equal goals, equal rights. That no one was better than the other and these primal archetypes were ideas of the past. That there were no distinctions between the sexes besides some of the physical.
Women could be pilots. Women could vote. Women had dreams and aspirations, doubts and worries that men also had. Women and men were not so different. It was reductionist and crass to assume statements that women and men were this and that-
"You're a woman."
But he was rubbing, rutting against you, with one hand on your tit and another cupping your mound. The pink apron he made you wear everyday as you cooked and cleaned and preened the cottage he bought you felt hot. Sticky. It didn't smell of flowers; it smelt of cigars and the mottled earth drenched in rain. The tinny music of the oldies radio was long forgotten because Konig thought replacing it with each of your surprised exhales was a better option. He always had the better option.
Knew the better opinion. Had a better way. Had the mind to make all decisions for the both of you.
Because he was a man. And you were a woman.
His woman.
And a man with a pretty little wife he spoiled with bows in her hair and chickens in their yard didn't think twice about what he had to do as a man or be as a man. Didn't need reassurances from other men about how to run his marriage and define what it meant for woman to be his.
"My wife."
You barely wore pants anymore. So you felt the heat of his hands through the delicate cotton tea dress he allowed you to buy at the weekly town market. He liked your hair in two little milkmaid braids. No makeup. No shoes in the house except for those sheer lacy socks that made him trail his lips up your shivering calves. You went from a city girl who used to greet your artist roomie from the couch in your cheap flat to a wife that immediately ran over to her husband. Took off his coat. Tucked the duffel bag on the Bombay hall table. Shyly tip-toeing up for a kiss as you grabbed onto the material of his fatigues. A wife who diligently brought beer and snacks to your lounging husband after a hard day of work.
Were you still a feminist when you perched on his lap, recounting your heart-shaped jam cookies you made earlier? Did you think women and men were the same when you peered at his bobbing Adam's apple as he drank and turned on the tv, thighs widely sprawled, a form that could swallow you whole? Or recall your argumentative texts years ago with some dumb male former friend about how misogynistic he was and that women just wanted to be treated the same as men?
Did you even want to be treated the same, or were you too used to letting Konig take the lead and and make the greatest worry in your life to be a suitable wife for him?
Not that he treated you the same. The same as a man. Because you weren't a man. You were his woman. And a man and a woman had differences.
"My pretty little wife."
And he didn't mind showing you those differences at all.
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gremlingottoosilly · 2 days
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Prostitute/Sex Worker!Reader getting off work, walking out of a hotel only to be met with Slasher!König
You just wanted to sleep. Last client was exhausting, barely paying for two hours and then falling asleep after the first round - which usually made you smile since you were getting more money for less work, but it also meant staying by his side until he would wake up and let you go. He also tried to choke you in that first twenty minutes while he was awake - he did pay for it, but you still hated the bruises on your neck. You simply wanted to get to your room, shower and sleep. You almost don't notice it at first. Guy standing in the middle of the alley. Huge, bulky, closing off the light from the flickering street lamp, you almost thought it was a figment of your imagination at first. Red droplets on the ground, a horrifying mask that only revealed his eyes, flickering with the city lights. You stare at the scene for a good few seconds, grasping with whatever you were looking at. A man, big man - something sharp in his hands, something sharp and covered in something scarlet, something glossy dropping from the sharp edge. A man, laying on the ground, beneath the Mounain's feet. A man. With his head... You scream. Now, Konig didn't plan on bringing in another victim today. He only went to kill this guy because he pissed him off a few weeks ago, and he was petty enough to go all of his way to kill him here. He didn't consider that someone might be leaving the shady hotel at the same time. He didn't consider that someone so pretty can exit this place so late. Konig can already sense your occupation - and it almost made him angry how pretty you looked even in such a disheveled state. He made sure to choke you extra carefully, not putting enough pressure to snap your pretty neck - but just right, so you'd be asleep for a good few hours as he dragged you back to the basement with another victim. The other guy would receive the full torture experience - but you, pretty thing, would simply have to watch. And scream sweet enough so he would certainly refuse to kill you for dessert.
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xavierasblog · 2 days
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꧁Cod men and pink bow on their bicep꧂
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Ghost
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I think he'll be like "oh, look what you did to me? You like it? I look good? I know pink suits me."
He'll flex his arm but not too much because he wants to see the string tightening around his muscle
He'll trap your head between his bicep and forearm, squeezing you there just to hear your laughter
Probably will put something over to cover it but will wear it the whole day
König
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Smiling under his mask though you can't see
He'd be so happy about it
He calls it coquette like you do
He thinks pink suits him
Would dare you to put one around his fat cock
"come on, liebling (darling). Put a pretty pink bow on my cock. Here, at the base so it will be coquette when I will fuck your little hole."
You'd be blushing but nodding nonetheless.
But he really loves the bow on bis bicep
Is too afraid to flex it so it won't rip apart
He knows he's huge and that's also why it may rip apart
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waiting-so-long · 2 days
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Listen
Konig is the type of mf to repeatedly call the help desk you work at (he knows your extension) just to hear you give him directions and guidance.
Is he actually having issues with his printer? No, he doesn’t even own one, but he’s using the FAQ online, and blessed thing, you haven’t caught on just yet.
Silly you, you look forward to his call each week, this poor clueless man, with the lovely accent, and kind manners.
He truly has the worst luck, doesn’t he, maus? He’s so thankful for your help.
You thank him for his patience with you, in your sweet, innocent customer service voice, and his eyes just about roll to the back of his head.
Oh no, you let it slip that you work from home? Give him a week and he’s showing up at your door, with flowers and an offer that you’ll never have to work again.
Or is it a threat promise?
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v1x3n · 3 days
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main masterlist
navigation drabbles
♡ simon 'ghost' riley
camera roll ┃ moodboard ┃ part two ┃ headcannons ┃ quotes
enemys? - angst, fluff
too much to ask? - angst
metal and tingles - suggestive
unforgivable - angst
camgirl - suggestive smut
the wait - fluff
not like last time - fluff, smut
eye contact - suggestive
brothers bestfriend - angst, fluff, smut
chubby reader - fluff, smut
a toxic hookup - smut, slight angst
cutlery - smut
the winning battle - fluff // part two - angst
♡ johnny 'soap' mctavish
camera roll ┃ moodboard ┃ part two ┃ headcannons ┃ quotes
quiet times - smut
phone sex - smut
sweet petty revenge - smut
the loner - fluff
a best friend to reply on - fluff, smut
two regrets - angst, suggestive/smut
good boy - smut
thin walls - smut, dubcon?
seriously? friends? - smut, noncon!
♡ kyle 'gaz' garrick
camera roll ┃ moodboard ┃ part two ┃ headcannons ┃ quotes
drunken nights out - suggestive
concert findings - smut, noncon!
finals - fluff
helping or flirting? - fluff
two daddies? - suggestive
♡ john price
camera roll ┃ moodboard ┃ part two ┃ headcannons ┃ quotes
dreams into reality - fluff
where ? - angst
rub, rub, rinse - fluff
a much needed teaching - smut
once more to see you - angst, fluff
♡ konig
camera roll ┃ moodboard ┃ part two ┃ headcannons ┃ quotes
fucking doll - smut
stalker - smut, noncon!
bad idea! - smut, angst
nerd!konig - smut, noncon!
♡ phillip graves
camera roll ┃ moodboard ┃ part two ┃ headcannons ┃ quotes
beaming mornings - fluff
"fuck you" - smut
threatened and forced - smut, noncon!
watchers - smut
"deep down?" - fluff/ angst
can love prevail? - angst
♡ other characters
holy yoba - shane - smut
141 x reader who sh - fluff
nicknames - fluff
daddy and daddy issues - price x ghost - smut
pretty boy - soap x gaz - suggestive
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slutweeds · 1 day
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The Many Benefits Of Being A Marine Biologist - 1
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Eldritch Octo!König/ Marine Biologist!Tango AU
Aka: rise of the monsterfucker👌
Summary: The Sierra Golf Oceanography Team has captured an unusual creature that appears almost completely human
Words: approx 1.2k
TWs: eventual teratophilia
Click.
"March 27th, 2024, timestamp 0430. This is Tango Victor, Oceanography Group Sierra Golf, division 141." She spoke into the tape recorder as she stepped up closer to the massive saltwater tank in the center of the lab where the research group's current crop of specimens were swimming. Searching the water for one particular, recently caught unit. "Beginning initial examination of specimen Kilo-Tac-Zero-Zero-One."
The creature had stayed away from the glass since capture. It seemed to be shy, avoiding being spotted as much as it could in a laboratory.
As usual, Tango was the first lab tech to arrive in the morning. Because she took the work seriously and had a passion for the job, Dr. Barrera trusted her to start the shift alone until the other staff arrived.
"Specimen K-001, collected by a small Austrian fishing boat off the coast of Germany, was nicknamed 'König-- 'King', in German. It's approximately..." She checked the previous notes from the specimen's capture--
WHACK!
"Fuck-!" Tango jumped back from the thick glass of the tank, dropping her clipboard and tape recorder- her eyes wide with shock and fixed on the massive form of the creature in the tank. Staring straight at her with its-- its hands flat on the glass. God, it really had human hands.
It towered over her, the strange, dark hood that covered the structure of its head flowing gently in the tank, the rest of its body staying so still that she wondered if it was a predator in its natural habitat. One that kept deathly still until its prey was in striking distance.
Tango kept her eyes on the creature as she picked up her supplies from the floor, half of her ponytail falling in front of her shoulder as she stood again.
She drew a deep breath, eyes fixed on the holes in the hood surrounding the thing's eyes. The eyes were a brilliant blue. Beneath the eyes, on the hood, were distinct red markings.
"Specimen 'König' stands at approximately..." She measured him with her eyes, taking another cautious step towards the glass. She hoped it was reinforced. "Seven feet in height." She continued reporting her initial findings, pacing in front of the tank, trying to see more of his-- its- angles. It watched her all the while, and she wondered if it would eat her if given the chance. If it was capable of eating large prey at all.
"König displays an uncanny and, frankly, horrifying mimicry of human anatomy. Displays primary and secondary sex characteristics of an adult human male, including hairlike structures in human postpubescent patterns--" her eyes drifted towards the specimen's weirdly human, weirdly big dick. "Goddamn..."
Fuck, that was on the tape now.
She cleared her throat, looking back up to its face and feeling herself blush when she saw its eyes still locked on hers. Unblinking. Whether or not he-- fuck, it- was human or not, it was weird to stare like that. Not that it knew or cared- unless it did? If it had human-shaped sex organs, how did it reproduce?
"Uh-" She came back to her current research. "Initial examination suggests that König is vertebrate, but appears to display some level of intelligence similar to cephalopods. Further testing required. Behavior appears to be predatory, though its main source of nourishment is still unknown... It hasn't been seen eating since collection and doesn't appear to have a mouth- so method of ingestion is also unknown."
She hit 'pause' on the recorder and took notes on her clipboard. There was a diagram of a human male, and she drew the details of his physical appearance over the picture. The hood, scarring across the torso and arms, notes about his appendages- ten fingers, ten toes, seemingly human bone structure. If it weren't for the bizarre hood that appeared to be attached to König's body, he could've passed for human. Perfectly. A terrifying thought.
She came closer to try to get a good look at the skin of his palm while it was on the glass. Even his skin looked human. It had pores and lines. And she looked at her own hand for reference. He was so intricately evolved to look like a man. What a strange camouflage for an organism to have in the ocean, of all places.
She would've thought he was a mammal if she'd seen him surface for a breath of air at any point. Nobody had seen that, and surveillance cameras hadn't either. The only known time he'd been out of water was during his capture when the fishermen mistook him for a man.
She'd watch every second of his life cycle if she could- however long it was- just to gauge how long his species lived and if they changed with age.
Knowing Shepherd, the head financier of the group, he'd order the research team to plan for dissection. Or worse: vivisection. The US government wanted sooo badly to know what made this specimen tick.
Tango and Dr. Barrera could only argue for nondestructive inspections for so long. And König was the first of his species to be discovered- there couldn't have been many. Not nearly enough to euthanize this one for analysis.
"But what the fuck even are you...?" She wondered aloud, leaning closer to the tank to look at his palm, her face only an inch or two from the glass.
Suddenly, König leaned closer to the glass too, bending until his eyes were at her level, staring intensely through the two-inch thick barrier.
Tango flinched regardless, her brows raised as she pulled quickly back from the tank.
Whatever he was, he understood eye contact very clearly.
Fuck, she kept thinking of it as a 'he'...
Well, he seemed to be studying her as much as she was studying him.
"God, you're creepy..." She muttered under her breath. Creepy but absolutely so fucking fascinating.
She pulled her hair back behind her shoulder as she stood upright.
To her surprise, König mimicked the movement- pantomoming pulling hair behind his shoulder and standing up straight.
"No way..." She thought aloud, brows furrowing. She held up a hand and waved slowly.
König did the same.
She pulled in her middle, ring finger, and her thumb; leaving her pinky and index extended as the 'devil horn' gesture.
König mimicked her perfectly.
Tango caught herself smiling, letting out an incredulous laugh as she dropped her hand to her side and continued notes on her tape recorder.
"Specimen appears capable of behavioral mimicry, displaying high intelligence. Fuck, I love this job..."
Behind her, the lock on the laboratory door disengaged and she heard someone enter as it recessed into the wall.
Tango looked over her shoulder, seeing one of the field researchers, John Price, approaching the tank.
"Morning, Tommie," he greeted, voice gruff with recent sleep. He smelled strongly of cigar smoke- something Barrera had scolded him for entering the sterilized lab with. "How's the 'King'?"
"Morning, Captain," she greeted in return. Price and his team were the ones to retrieve König from the fishermen who found him. No doubt that he had a vested interest in hearing updates about this specimen. "He's-"
She looked back to the tank, seeing that König had retreated deeper into the tank, disappearing into the blue haze.
"Huh," she pursed her lips, gently tapping her pen on the glass. "He was just right here."
"Barrera said it hasn't been seen up close in the tank yet," Price noted, then playfully nudged her arm with his elbow. "Must've taken a liking to you."
Tango’s brows knitted, and she strained her eyes as she looked for the large creature in the abysmal tank. "Or he's hunting me."
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touch starved könig who doesn't let you go in the mornings 💤
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