#brokenpieces-72

[diejager]

can we have more of phoenix! reader? 🥺 i feel like they (as a baby bird) would build a nest on Price's belly cuz he's SUPER WARM and also he breathes out fire and that's perfect for the lil birby

Cw: reader being cheeky, teasing, biting/pecking, tell me if I missed any.

Having you on… ”leave” was hard when you were right there, clicking and chirping from your high perch on Price’s head, watching them being treated by another medic with your black eyes. They were reluctant - Ghost especially - to be touched and cared by someone else, hesitant to accept her tender hands and muted sighs at their stubbornness. It irked them even more when you chirped on and on, cackling at them after they grumbled, beating your wings and sending sparks from your newly-grown feathers around you, amber lights burning within seconds.

And the worst of all, was how willing you were to being handled by her, preening and pushing your chest out, your orange feathers puffing up in a show of dignity under her loving gaze. They - all but Price - glared on, witnesses to you nuzzling against your replacement’s cheek, your head bumping the curve of her lips when she placed a small kiss atop your curled mane. Perhaps it was jealousy that boiled in their stomachs, an anger at not being able to coddle you and being envious about such affection given to others rather than them. 

Fortunately, she returned you to Price’s waiting hands, craddling you in his warm palms, fingers curled carefully to keep you unharmed and away from his claws despite your cheeky bites at them, clawed feet wrapping around his thumbs while you bit him. Even in your small and vulnerable state, you were still so cheeky —a bastard, really, playing their hearts, knowing full well they would never stop you. They figured you’d stay as small as you were until the next day, where you’d keep growing and maturing until you reached your peak, a beauty to admire and bewilder at —or so Price said. 

Within the next week, the clock striking the start of a new one, you’d lost your curled and fluffy feathers, the protective layer to keep you warm, and had started growing long and silken ones, coloured a majestic scarlet and gold. You could fly rather than hop around, your little feet rarely taking you far, and you took full pleasure of landing wherever you wanted. Largely Price’s stomach, the rumbling fire within him keeping him alive - a burning core, his beating heart - worked well to replaced the nest you’d usually need, nestled over the fold of his abdomen and happily sighing.

Then your feathers grew out, longer and sturdier, the ends curled upwards, your crown of scarlet feathers making you look noble from your perch (the one Price took out of storage in your closet and placed in the rec room), head held high and lean body still and watchful. You were, exactly as Price had promised, a beauty to the eye, the noble phoenix cloaked in fire and royalty in the grey and gloomy base. A taste of vibrant life within these cold walls, enchanting with your chirpy songs, healing with your little tears and surprising strength. And yet, you were still the cheeky bastard you were as a chick, a cackle rippling through your throat when they fumbled around, trying to catch you after you stole things right out of their hands. 

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[diejager]

Cougar monster reader in heat with the boys

~🧋

Cw: implied smut, heat/mating cycle, musk/scent kink, teasing, tell me if I missed any.

It had snuck up on them, like a feline in prowl, stalking from the shadows and only making itself known when it pounced, striking with ferocity and danger. The signs were subtle, sneaking under their nose when they were around you. They were easily forgotten, something that went past their heads without so much as an ounce of concern because it could easily be mistaken for another thing. 

The slight change of scent on your skin, sweeter than usual, but unsurprising when your arrival was so turbulent, changing scents crashing over them like waves, switching between sweet and sour, bitter or salty. The perspiration that clung to your skin, smelling of sea salt and musk, was easily mistaken for exhaustion, sweat that collected from your hours spent at the gym, lifting, pressing and sparring. And your fidgeting wasn’t as abnormal as it was, you were a solitary animal and being introduced to a crowded Task Force made you anxious.

It went without any trouble - much trouble, since you were often struggling with how touchy and open they were - for another week before those subtle signs grew, blaring a bright red in their faces. It hit them in the face with a hard slap, shocking them like a bucket of freezing water would, and your change had them struggling and worried.

Your scent was cloying, overly sweet in your frustration, hauntingly seductive and taunting, calling to them with every small sniff of your musk. The perspiration they once chalked up to sweat from exercise was now connected to the heat that brewed in your guts, a boiling fire that caused your temper to flare. Then your fidgeting had grown to affection and noise, you yowled lowly, purrs rumbling out of your throat, small feline sounds that confused most that weren’t familiar with one; and you were touchy, running your hands over their arms, clinging to them with flickering ears and a swaying tail, fluttering your lashes with wide and dilated pupil. 

“You’re in heat, Hunter,” Horangi bemoaned, his nose scrunched up under his mask, willing - and failing - his body to stop reacting to you. He had formed a bond with you, and succumbing to your teasing and obvious signs of courtships would probably break away all the effort he put in to know you, find a way into your heart as much as you did with his mind, body and soul. 

“Need you, ” you mewled, nuzzling the crook of his jaw, nose running down his glands and nipping at him, your wet lips trailing kisses up and down his throat, “It’s too hot. Frustrating.”

Your persistence was cracking his wall. Your small, kitten licks, the gentle nicks of your sharp canines and the rumbling of your purrs where weakening his resolve, coupled with wandering hands and the curl of your tail around his, wrapping himself around you like a snake, he was a prisoner of his own body and needs. He was so close to throwing all his self-restrain out the window, to pin you against the floor and growl in your face, forcing you to bend and fold to his whims in the middle of the TF’s rec room. Horangi wanted to fuck you, his mind running circles with crazed thought of breeding you here and then, filling you up until he leaked out of you and was sure he’d knocked you up.

“Horangi,” you pawed at him, your hot breath hitting his bobbing Adam’s apple, feeling his patience thinning and thinning. 

You would be the death of his restraint and patience. 

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[diejager]

I need one of the boys to drunkenly confess to the reader

Cw: getting shitfaced, drinking, alcohol, drunken confession, tell me if I missed any.

“I love you, darling,” he mumbled, his pretty Cupid bow curved into a pout, “You- hic! You know tha-t right?” 

You don’t know how it got to this, his words slurred and voice whiny, his pretty brown eyes dilated so wide that you would have thought he was crying if you didn’t smell the lingering taste of alcohol on his breath. It was supposed to be a short celebratory drink between colleagues before he was dropped home, curling into your arms and smothering you in peppering kisses, but it seemed like he threw away such caution out of the window and went wild with drinks, tequila perhaps. Your pretty boy was shitfaced. 

He slumped into you, leaning his entire weight on you when he crossed the threshold of your home, dragging his feet and mumbling sobbing confessions until the tip of his shoes kicked the curb and his knees gave up. You huffed with a slight strain, supporting him while you waved at Price, wishing him a safe drive after declining his help. All to save Kyle’s dignity after he spent hours whining and singing praises about you to his mates, gushing his deep and unconditional love for the spouse he had waiting at home. 

“I love you,” he moaned, nuzzling your skin, his nose brushing the bruised skin between your neck and shoulder, where he’d covered it with spotted kisses just last night, “Love you s-so much.”

You chuckled airily, shoulder shaking at his small confessions. Dragging him into the flat, his feet unsteadily moving behind him as he tried to walk, failing over and over again despite his persistence in walking beside you and smothering you in love. You found it endearing, his drunken confessions and sloppy kisses on your skin, his wandering hands trying to grasp at you on his shaky feet.

“I know, Kyle,” you smiled against his cheek, kissing the corner of his lips when you rounded the corner of the hall, “We’re married.”

Stumbling into bed, Kyle blinked blearily, staring down at you with an awed gleam. You could see stars dancing in his chocolate hues, wide and starry in such an knee-weakening adoration that made you fall further in love with the man you married months ago. You laughed at him, pushing him to the side and straddling his hips in a soft motion, easily switching your position with a man who was drunk out of his mind to forget you were married. 

“Yeah,” cradling his face between your face, you pressed your lips to his, a soft and tender kiss that made both of you sigh in contentment, “Yeah, we are.”

“My spouse,” he mumbled sleepily, his left hand rising to touch your face, his rough pads gently fluttering over your skin, “My beautiful spouse.”

Your diamond-tipped ring gleamed in moonlight, a brilliant beacon of your devotion to each other, a reminder of your shared vows. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay; Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.(1)

1: quote from Where You Go(I Will Go) by alittlepunkcock 

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[diejager]

Sweetie i know it's been a long time but i really need more Brahms! König🥵🥵🥵!!!!

I KNOW! I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MY FRIEND ASKED ME TO WRITE THE FIRST BRAHMS!KÖNIG. And I still remember how musky and broad Brahms looked like in the movie….

Brahms!König pt.3 Cw: DARKFIC, kidnapping, imprisonment, possessiveness, tell me if I missed any.

You could hear their voices, the confused and worried tones of your coworkers through the thick, sound-insulating walls of his little cave. He’d taken you to his home, within the walls of the dilapidated mansion, tying you to his bed and leaving you vulnerable to him and anyone who’d stumble into your restrained figure. You writhed on his bed, the sheet-covered mattress smelling musky and thick, it smelled of sweat and blood and earth, something too masculine, fitting of his stature and being. Your gag was stinky and crusted, a salty and tangy taste lingering on your tongue that told you enough of the cloth’s original use. You would’ve retched if you weren’t gagged so tightly.

Your eyes scoured his room, the dark and dingy basement lit up by a single light of his lamp, left on the small workbench beside every kind of artistic materials, glue, saws, scissors, needles, wool and string organised in their own corner of the wall. Despite the bright light, the rest of the room remained shrouded in darkness, shadows dancing across the walls like demons and monsters coming to haunt you in weakness, coming to join your captor in his fun.

You dreaded the moment he comes back, the silence of your cage a striking contrast to the bustling house you were hidden in. You feared what he’d do to you now that he had you, knowing that he was grinding up against you and rutting your thigh, panting loudly and grabbing at you like a man starved for attention —perhaps he was one. All your training and instincts failed you, stripped from any weapons and your gear, boots unlaced and toes curling in your socks, you’d been left in your undershirt and pants.

In your whimpering and fright, you almost missed the loud, telltale steps of your giant protector, walking down the narrow path to his room. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. You glanced at him, and caught him staring back at you, your sweat-coated skin and flushed skin, naked to his cool eyes. He smiled through them, roving over your panicked expression, pinched brows and tense shoulders, down the slope of your abdomen and the curve of your hips before he moved, stepping closer and closer to you with a bright and needy gleam.

The bed creaked under his weight, slumping to the side as he sat down, his calloused hands cradling your face and coaxing you to look at him when you glanced away, his thumb rubbing the bags under your eyes. He cooed soft words and praises, as if he was calming down a cornered animal, waiting to hand you treats and praises, little caresses and adoring kisses.

“Look at you, Maus,” he sighed lowly, his auburn hair curled around his porcelain mask, tickling the edge of his ears, “You’ll be good for me, ja? If you behave, I’ll untie you, let you walk around our room.”

If you wanted a chance at freedom, you’d have to play into his hand, eat and drink from his big hand until he trusted you to leave you alone for an undetermined amount of time, hunting and scavenging the area he lived in. Gulping down you fear, you gave him a hesitant nod, eyes closed to accept the life you’d live for a while.

“Gute Maus.”

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[diejager]

it's always girl dad König or girl dad Simon but girl dad Makarov whose little princess gets away with everything

Cw: mention of assassination, protective behaviour, father!Makarov, tell me if I missed any. nnote: every dialogue in italic is spoken in Russian.

“- could provide you with-” 

“Papa, ” you poked your head through his office room’s door after giving it three light knocks.

You knew your dad was in his office, a worker of the house had told you where he was after you asked her, the old lady’s face wrinkling up with her gentle, saying that she saw a Bolivian man escorted to his office, but didn’t know if he left or not. Wanting to try your luck, you crossed the mansion to get to his office, built on the left side of the house, while your bedrooms and study rooms were on the other end of the mansion. He liked to separate his work life and his life with you, for better protection and keep your from knowing the dangers of life —or so he says. 

A man sat across him, the bald head of the Bolivian man Old Baba mentioned, wearing a suit sewed in fine looking silk, of rich and luxury that even your father never wore around so carelessly. It would catch people’s attention, right or wrong, he didn’t need any of that, he would rather wear the same black and white attire, clean and normal enough to be unnoticeable by the mass. The dichotomy between the fat man and your father was laughable, a scene you’d only see in your comedy novels or a movie. Your abrupt entrance had cut the man’s proposition in half, turning both their attention towards the door where you blinked owlishly, partly in guilt for barging into his meeting and in shock at the bald man’s heavy perspiration. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were still talking,” you bowed your head, ready to excuse yourself for barging in, “I’ll come back later, papa.”

“It’s fine,” Makarov waved his hand, nodding his head to let you know he wasn’t mad, your father would never be mad at you, you listened so well and never fought him on anything. You were a gem in his eyes, something precious and untouchable to all but him, “I’ll have someone call you when I’m done.”

When you closed the door, Makarov’s attention turned back to his potential - well, past potential - ally, his eyes darkening after he caught the man whispering something horrid about your interruption. His business was yours as much as it was his, you might’ve been kept in the dark at most time, but you knew enough to know he was a dangerous man. He kept you sheltered, but not naive.

And after half-heartedly listening to what the man had to provide, Makarov dismissed him, giving him a cold apology about those needs being fulfilled by a prior contractor, someone who already provided him with the material he proposed. He didn’t need a rich pig that stupidly flaunted is money, it would attract to many eyes and he didn’t need that if he wanted to reach his goal and build a better world for you. 

He flicked his wrist, opening his phone and mindlessly dialling a number, pressing the screen to his ear as he watched the man amble down the stairs, struggling to make his way to the car he had a chauffeur waiting for him. The person on the other side picked his call within seconds, a cool and monotone voice ready to receive his order from Makarov, the unbothered tone at his fury, a personal and petty thing that clawed at his mind. 

“Make it known that I will have no one disrespect my daughter.”

“Yes, sir.”

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[diejager]

just thought of something really funny for the monster cod au. what if reader has a small emotional support dog, and reader is just kissing, cuddling and saying “i love you”s to the dog. do you think the animal hybrids would get jealous of the dog bc of their animal instincts?

Cw: jealousy, tell me if I missed any.

You came with a K9, a big Shepherd and collie mix that you took in after you completed you medic training, a little friend you trained and spent your time with. You two were a package deal, the Task Force wouldn’t have you without Milo, and vice versa. You were assured by Laswell that they didn’t mind K9s in the TF, it was a welcome sight to have an actual dog rather than a hybrid or monster. You took it with stride, Milo by your side at all times and they were never bothered by it, how protective he was of you and how much attention you gave him, but you hadn’t expected to see some grow… jealous of Milo.

You watched Soap and König especially turn green with envy, their burning glare shot towards you fury friend when you kissed his nose and praised him for being such a good boy. He truly was, your loyal and affectionate companion that you nurtured since he was a pup, fighting side by side with you when you were on the field. Soap - sweet Johnny - would shift more often, throwing himself at you whenever you were walking Milo. Rather than simply walking a dog, you walked a dog and a werewolf, a jealous and drooling werewolf that kept rubbing his side against yours, panting and growling out words that you didn’t understand. It was hilarious, seeing how jealousy made Johnny act, his tongue lolling out to lick over your cheek, demanding kisses and praises with his wide and gleaming eyes after you gave them to Milo. 

König was as unsubtle about it as Soap was, voicing his envy with nonverbal cues for affection. He would trail behind you, his broad figure so quiet, and tugged at your shirt, mumbling incoherent words until you gave him you attention. He’d stare you down, fluttering his lashes for compliments, whether they were teasing ones or loving ones, he took all and anything you gave him. It was rather… König was less eager than Soap was with praises, but he was more stubborn with it, silent demands and needs for the occasional praise or words of affirmation that you still loved him. 

Ghost and Horangi never showed a sign of discontent about the amount of love you gave Milo, but they did towards Soap and König’s unabashed need for it, some slight disgust and growls, snarling at the other for something you truly didn’t understand. Price and Alejandro were… they found enjoyment in your sticky situation, you caught them throwing you a mean grin when you passed them with either Soap, König or both of them stalking behind you. You remembered them calling Soap and König lost pups with heart eyes.

Then there was Gaz and Rudy, godsends, the gentle but logical figures of the team, they would step in to redirect Soap or König’s attention towards them to let you go about your day. If Johnny followed you around, a big wolf drooling all over the floor, scaring others away, Rudy would send his cadejos to herd the big wolf back. If König became your third shadow, his giant figure looming over you and making everyone hesitant to seek your help when they needed needed it, Gaz was there to offer to cuddle up in the couch and let König run his fingers through his wings. 

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[diejager]

I've been reading the Stepfather! Konig fic and I had just an idea. What if to get away and feel at least some safety reader fakes their death and joins the military with many fake names and constantly changes up themself to keep safe and away from König and Horangi?

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, military, recruitment, enlisting, military inaccuracies, tell me if I missed any.

Where was the best place to hide? The last place they would look, right under their nose. You managed - somehow - to keep your papers a secret from them, you were lucky they dealt with things online on encrypted servers, keeping it as hush-hush as possible. Fortunately, there weren’t many requirements for enlisting, all they had asked was your age, level of education and citizenship, some vague papers about you and that was all. You bode your time, leaning on your freedom when you left the house to hit the gym to get a head start in your training, pack a bit of muscle and get into a tight routine to get used to it before you joined; and buying the few things you’d need to build you stage with the few materials and story you made up. 

You were prepared when the time came, just a week before your training and your body thrummed with adrenaline and anxiety, slowly finishing off your plan. And when the time was right, you struck, vanishing with the car that you drove into the lake, you made sure that it was deep enough to be left untouched until you had at least finished your training. It was a stroke of luck, sheer luck that you made it to the base, flashing your papers and given a permit to meet the major of the base to receive your identification once you passed the examinations and interview. 

“Welcome to hell, cadet!” Were the first words you heard in the mass, dressed in the black and white uniform of the navy you stood ramrod with others beside you. 

They separated men and women in the early stages of training, once the selections were done, they’d mix both sex and leave them to train and learn together. It was a gruelling process, the physical and mental exhaustion of it all almost made you crash more than once, mind on the brink of frustration and muscles worn into painful bruises. You’d seen friends - made through nights of venting and moaning about life - and acquaintances quit early or halfway through the training and education. They were weeding out the weaker ones, the less competent and determined from the rest. You feared being picked of quitting, but you powered through it, all your blood, sweat and tears culminated to your graduation nearly eleven weeks later. 

You could stand with pride in yourself, head held high as you received your praises from the major, his rough voice echoing through the room in congratulations. You took your oaths and were given a white uniform and a hat, the black cap and gold encrusted hat that gleamed under the sun. You were proud; you were happy; you felt accomplished and free. You thought of flying, to be and feel as free as the birds that soar the skies, perhaps you’d join the aviation branch of the Navy. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, to be moved and passed around wherever you were needed, never staying in one place made finding you much harder if König and Horangi found your bluff. 

But you’d gone so far, done so much to take things back or be taken back. You’d accomplished something with what little you had and you knew- You knew that your mother would be so proud of you for persevering. 

“I miss you, mom,” you kissed the sole picture of your mother, the only thing you thought worth keeping, “I’m sorry, I miss you.”

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[diejager]

Okay so this is a character I have in the works but I'd love your interpretation.

What about a BunnyDragon!reader being introduced into the monster!141? Long drooping ears, a friendly temperament, spewing green flames that bring life and heal things rather than destroying them. But their claws and teeth just as sharp and deadly as any other dragon.

Rabid Cw: reader being a menace, fire, pyromaniac, tell me if I missed any.

Laughing, you dashed off, away from the mess you four created out of sheer boredom, green flames sparking and lingering on the corner of your lips were the only proof people had to link you to the few burning heaps around the base. Your ears flopped as you ran and hopped away, a skip in your feet and a bright smile splitting your face, flashing sharper than usual teeth at people who stood in your way. They all parted, little chuckles leaving their lips when they saw you, all used to your little pranks, the sly and mischievous gleam in your eyes when you got bored and the loud steps that followed you closely, either Price, Laswell or another superior chasing after you to scold you.

“Spread out!”

You separated from the others, taking your own path from the fork. Spreading out meant that it’d take more time to catch each and every one of you to bring to Price’s office, wasted time meant that you stalled your punishment and burned through Price’s anger and disappointment. You would rendezvous back on the roof or the airfield once you’d waited out long enough, or Price would hound you back to his office for a verbal lesson on behaving and not giving him and Laswell paperwork.

Which seemed to be your situation after he sent the others to find you, Soap brought back by the scruff by Ghost, Gaz by a stalking Horangi, Rudy by a snickering Alejandro and you by a touchy König. You sat on the armrest of the worn couch, giving space for your wings to breathe and flutter behind you, occasionally moving to soothe the small ache; and your tail to sway, moving back and forth on the floor like a dog wagging it’s tail. There was a slight excitement in your body, to see how Price would react to this stunt you pulled, bigger in scale and more obnoxious with the bright flowers and lively faun that bloomed after your flames died down.

“Want to explain it to me before we start?”

You all shared a look, seconds spent staring to convey a silent message that you all agreed on and that left you to work your magic. You gave him a cheeky grin, watching his eyes narrow and his arms cross before you stared your little explanation, going onto the blandness of the base, the sheer boredom you all felt and having to find something to occupy yourself with. You could feel disappointment ooze off Price in waves, his furrowed brows and shaking head to the small snickers and laughs from the men who caught you.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Price sighed, stepping away from his desk and moving towards you with big and quick strides.

You only smiled up at him, gazing at him through squinted and amused eyes, head perked up to his bowed figure, face nearing yours with a stoic expression.

“But you love me,” you let slip out, feeling especially cheeky and proud of your work, bringing life to a grey area.

“But I love you,” he agreed with a small smile, hitting your horns with his, a display of love and affection for dragons, “Doesn’t mean you’re not getting punished, any of you.”

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[diejager]

teehee what happens when simon’s little sister has a crush on some guy???? :))))

Cw: possessive behaviour, protective behaviour, jealousy, manipulation?, tell me if I missed any.

“Sweets! I’m telling-”

You let out a loud shudder, shoulders shaking off the hand he placed on you to hold you back from running, to flee from this scene without creating a fight. You needed space, a moment to breathe without Simon breathing down your neck, but he thought otherwise, his hand sliding down your forearm and lacing his fingers with yours. He whispered your name, stopping you from stepping away from him, he tried reasoning with you.

“You’re always telling me, Si,” you sighed, turning to peer at him from the side, neither facing him, nor facing away from him, “Why is it so bad?”

He shook his head, staring at you with solemn eyes, dark eyes swirling with such warmth that it almost hurt you to leave him, to escape this suffocating situation. He pulled you to him, your body melting into him so easily, as if you weren’t even fighting. His arms closed around you, locking you in place, between his warmth embrace and his broad chest. He mumbled out apologies, sweet sorry to make you stay.

“Can’t let them take you, Sweets,” he growled out, nosing your throat, his breath making your hair stand on its end from the sudden difference between him and the coolness of your flat. His chest rumbled whenever he buried his face, lips pulled into a thin line as he fought back his fears and demons, “Won’t let them.”

“ ‘m not going anywhere, Si,” your brother was much more important than any little crush you had, seeing his tall and broad figure crumbled into a smaller one, “If you don’t want me to go, I won’t, yeah? I’ll stay, I’ll stop seeing him.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, occasionally hooking the knocks on his short hair and smoothing it back. You soothed his fears, whispering promises to break off whatever relationship you had with the man you had a crush on and were seeing for a few weeks. You promised to him that you’d leave the man behind, putting your older brother first as he put you first.

“It’s only you, Simon. Only you.”

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[diejager]

Hiiii!!! Could I please get more non-con stepdad!König and dbf!Horangi?? No specific prompt just that. Tysm!!

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, DARKFIC, smut, anal sex, choking, rough sex, tell me if I missed any.

“He’s so hot!” Your friend gushed on and on about how she found your stepdad and his friend hot.

Honestly, you would see the appeal if they weren’t so… hands with you, constantly touching you and bending you on every surface in the house when your mother wasn’t home. You would see the appeal your friend had for the retired veterans if they didn’t force themselves on you, pressing your face into the couch, ass arched up and your skirt rucked up, taking everything he had to give you. You took his frustration, his anger, his stress and his lust, every emotion your stepdad felt was pushed onto you, ploughed open by his thick shaft without a moment of respite.

You were uncomfortable with the current subject, listening to your friend squeal about how she wouldn’t mind being fucked by König or Horangi as if they weren’t related to you. You knew your friend had always been on the oblivious side, but never this disregarding or forthcoming of her inner most thought about the big, broad men that made themselves at home in your house for the past few months. You truly wondered if your friend was blind or just apathetic to your obvious discomfort, smiling so wildly at your grimace. You wanted to voice your discomfort, but you doubted she’d understand, shrugging you off with something dumbfoundingly stupid —she wasn’t the smartest, but she wasn’t an idiot, she just grew up fatherless and confused of social cues, her sexual drive much higher than yours.

“Have you seen his eyes? They’r so blue!” She giggled, clapping her hands as she expressed her feelings of admiration, “Oh! Or Kim’s scars, he looks so badass.”

König’s blue eyes were something you feared, his pale, almost ghostly, blues that stared you down when he gripped you by the neck, folding you in half as he rammed in, pushing the air out of your lungs with every thrust. You swore they glowed in the dark, like a beacon in darkness, a light to damnation, a broken man with perverted intentions. Kim, Horangi’s name that she uttered with such reverence, had scars on his face that reminded you of a gruff tiger, glaringly dangerous and sly, the face you saw in the bathroom mirror when he held you against the sink, his arm wrapped around your throat like a chokehold. Your naked and shivering body pressed against the cold porcelain of the sink while you took every snap of his hips, driving his girth into your tight ass.

“I’m jealous your mom got to marry someone so fucking hot!” She whined, throwing her head back in a dramatic gesture.

“Hey, could we change subjects?” You could already imagine her pout, lower lip pulled up and brows tensed to show her displeasure, but you knew her enough to get her to stop talking about the bastards that clung to you like parasites, “I already see them everyday, I came out to be away from them.”

She let out a sound of agreement, nodding her head zealously before her eyes wandered to the little display outside the coffee shop.

“Those look delicious, especially that strawberry cake thing.”

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[diejager]

Makarov with a lesbian daughter who's spoiled rotten, how would he react to finding her partner is a masc lesbian who works out? hehe

Cw: protective father, homophobia (not Makarov), tell me if I missed any.

Unlike your sweet lover, you weren’t scared of telling your father who you were dating. Granted, he lived a more traditional life, but his ways and manners were far from traditional and conservative in every possible way. Makarovwould understand, he always did, fiercely and loyally, trusting you so much so that he knowingly placed his heart in your hands. 

The same way your Ana did with her sharp jaw and dark brush of hair, squared yet soft, shoulders broad yet body lean. Anastasia stood tall and proud in her world, steady as much as she could in her masculine beauty that had you swoon when she peered at you with her stormy eyes, so dark that it felt like a starry sky, withholding the galaxy within them —a universe. It was love at first sight, if you were one to believe it, and you were unashamed to say it.

You knew he was hard to impress, hard to trust as much as he was to let his guard down, but with the right nudge from you, he’d be willing to let Ana into your home. Despite the invasive search on her life and family, the deep pressure put on her to crack any sort of lies and manipulation, and the thick haze of suspicion that would swim in his eyes whenever she was near, once he trusted, he would until he was proved otherwise. He would love her, unlike your softer frame, built to dance and sing, she was stocky, her lean figure rippled with thick muscles from her hours at the gym and quick boxing classes. Oppositions attract, no? Wasn’t that what people said?

And you were right, everything went according to plan. While Ana stressed and grew anxious under your father’s stoicism, lips thin and eyes cold, he called to you, sitting you by his side while he stared her down. All you could do was smile to Ana and whisper reassuring confessions to Makarov whenever he found himself deep in this cloud of protective father. You were absolutely sure he would bend for you. 

“She makes you happy, Swan?” he mumbled lowly, eyes never leaving Anastasia. 

“The happiest, papa.”

He heaved a deep and slow sigh, nodding along your words, simple, yet compacting to him. 

“Can you protect her, Anastasia?” He spoke Belarusian fluently, tone still holding that cold edge. His eyes narrowed to a serpentine slit, sly and scheming like he would, “Will you be able to?”

Ana took challenges well, she’d been through so much hardships and her taking up of quick boxing and often jumping into the ring to win a few matches made her a strong fighter. She was reliable and protective.

“With my life.”

And he smiled, a sweet and easy grin, pressing his lips to your forehead, taking in the softness of your hair in a tight hug. Showing Ana a side that very few were privy to, the tender affection and devotional adoration he had for you. 

It was a good start, and it meant you could openly show your love to her, leaning against her side, wrapping your arm around her waist, whisper sweet praises and compliments to her, and press your lips against hers, feeling the love within her heart through her chapped lips. You could ignore every sneer and scowl from the men that worked for your father, blissfully uncaring because they seem to disappear the next day or rush to apologise, begging - pleading - for your forgiveness. 

You knew your father had something to do with it, his devotion shining through after your courageous introduction of Ana. He would always love you. 

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[diejager]

what happens when reader has the baby and:

A) It looks like Horangi which covers the half life.

or

B) It looks like König which exposes the half life.

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, age gap, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, silencing someone, tell ,me if I missed any.

A) In this scenario, it would make everything much easier for them to separate you from your mother, your only crutch in your living situation. Despite the shock and slight discomfort of your mother, she’s still proud of you for finding someone who loves and can provide for you while you’re still young and learning, especially since its someone she knows and in both your entourage.

Horangi would be over more often than he used too, stuck to you by the hip while you worked around him during the day and afternoon, seated so close to you, always touching you or always whispering filthy praises into your ears. Your mother was none the wiser, going on with her days as if nothing had changed, as if they hadn’t forced themselves onto you and knocked you up.

It didn’t take much encouragement from both men to have you permanently moved to Horangi’s home, the house beside yours that had been vacant until he moved with König. It was bare and minimalistic, boring even in every aspect —except for your room and the one for your little baby. Yours a softer tone of your colour and your baby’s a very calm and neutral brown and cream colours.

This would be the most favourable situation, you get to stay near your mother, scared, isolated and confined, but still interacting with your mother. You get to see her everyday, to smile and talk to her as much a s you wish and she gets to help you throughout your pregnancy.

B) In this one, König and Horangi’s hands are forced, you’ll have to move away and your mother silenced. You’re terrified and stressed, separated from your mother who just faced the worst thing in her life, the betrayal that flashed through her and the disappointment she felt towards herself for being so blind. You’re torn away from your struggling mother, taken away from her parentage and support to a place where only König and Horangi have access to.

Your mother is permanently silenced, that worried you, but neither men would tell you what they did to her except that she wouldn’t bother you anymore —that only frightened you more and stress was bad for the baby. You’d be without moral or mental support, without anything standing between you and them in their little heaven of a cabin, secluded and well-hidden from prying eyes and curious glances. They made choices, some smart and some idiotic, but they were all done for one reason.

They made it as if you disappeared from the rest of the world, dropping any sort of connection or relation to the outside world to keep you confined to the cabin, locked away with their attention solely placed on you, now that any sort of facade was out of the door. There was nothing to hide now, they would have you walking naked or only in a shirt, caring for your every need and fulfilling your cravings. They dressed and dolled you up, turning you into their pretty, pregnant wife that swayed and waddled with a swollen and heavy stomach.

This would be the worst situation to find yourself in, stolen and uprooted from anything you knew, being forced into a life of unknown and uncertainty. Your only source of human touch and affection are the men that took you away for their own selfish desires.

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[diejager]

Hi can you please do a stepdad!Konig and dbf!Horangi where reader sneaks out one night with her boy bestfriend and Konig and Horangi dont find out until they see her text messages about going to the gas station in the middle of the night and grabbing snacks or something😋 love ur work btw.

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stepcest, possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, tell me if I missed any.

You hadn’t meant to sneak out, you were just lonely and missed your friend, the boy who lived just across from your house : Kevin. König had - wrongfully - banned you from seeing him, demanding you to stop spending time the your childhood friend despite not having any right to deny you of seeing your friend, especially as an adult. You fought them on it, both him and Horangi, loud and vicious to the point where your mother had to step in. She too, had no issue in letting you see Kevin or any other friends when you felt like it, you were an adult, old enough to be and be held responsible of your decisions.

You felt vindicated, having your mother tell her husband to back off, to let you do as you wanted because she trusted you and trusted Kevin, having watched you grow up laughing and playing as kids to young adults. She hadn’t understood where König stood with this impulsive decision, but had shrugged him off and whispered to you with the cheekiest grin you knew:

“You could always sneak out, sweetie. I remember jumping out of the window to go clubbing with my friends.”

While you weren’t planning on going clubbing any time soon, you were grateful for her little advice, her smile infectiously making you grin back at her. 

And you too it to heart after König and Horangi had stopped you from meeting Kevin, Elisa or any other friend you made during your life. You slipped out under the guise of going tot he closest gas station or convenient store (whichever came first) to buy a few bags of chips or candies that you ran out at home, a sudden crave for it at night. It technically wasn’t a lie, you did have a slight craving for sweets at the gas station where you’d meet Kevin at, planning on spending an hour or two at a park and catch up on the weeks spent apart. 

He let you rant on and on about your stepdad’s oppressiveness, his strive to separate you from any male figure in your life and the sudden controlling behaviour. You spoke about everything except their wandering hands, grabbing you left and right, bruising your skin with their harsh grasp and rough hands, and their hungry eyes, staring shamelessly and drooling until they had you beneath them, naked for their eyes to devour. Kevin let you scream your heart out and you did the same, listening to his woes and plight, his recent breakup with his boyfriend and his family’s disappointment in his attraction to men more so then women.

Then your little hazy of happiness, comforting and warm, shattered at your ringtone, König’s name glaring at you from our screen. You grimaced, frowning in irritation as much Kevin felt annoyance at König and Horangi’s constant involvement in your life. You wanted to ignore the call, let it go to voicemail, but he’d chew you out eventually, your punishment worse than the one planned if you had answered him. 

“Hello?”

“Come home.”

His voice was deep and gravelly. He was angry at you, wrongfully so, but you weren’t going to fight him on it, knowing it would get you nowhere.

“Okay…”

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[diejager]

could I please request some dad Makarov content? there's like none out there and I think he'd actually be a good dad

I just wanna see him with his own cute little babies

Cw: fluff, ballerina, proud dad!Makarov, protective behaviour, tell me if I missed any. Note: every dialogue written in italic is spoken in Russian.

Your father was the loveliest person you knew. Vladimir Makarov may be an initimidating person with all his smarts and slyness, but he was soft and tender, a loving father and a caring provider to your life. He was all you’d known, you didn’t know your mother, your grandparents, your uncles and aunts, or any cousins, but all you needed was him, your father. He gave you all you needed and didn’t need, any wish or after though conjured up with his endless amount of money, pampering you with luxuries and comfort few knew.

You didn’t have friends, but you knew your father’s allies - he insisted that you called them allies because he’d never considered them friends. He told you that they were below him and you, dogs on a tight leash that would follow him as long as he gave them what he promised - they were prominent figures in your life, passing or stopping by Makarov’s well-fortified mansion to speak to him in his office, the one you once compared to a war room when you were young, your nose buried in fantasy books to fulfill your need to explore the world when all that was within your reach was inside your golden cage. 

The world on the other side of the wall was a stranger —a danger, your father mumbled to you at night, promising that he’d protect you as long as he still breathed. You were homeschooled, the bests academics invited to tutor you since you were young, from mathematics and literature to language and politics, you were taught by the best, in the little office Makarov kept renovating as you aged. He changed the desk, then the chair, and when the paint started yellowing, he had the whole room repainted in a soft sage to compliment your bright mind. You father was such a perfect parent that you hated disappointing him, you did all you could to reach his expectations and listened to his orders. 

“Мой изящный Лебедь,” he clapped his hands, his eyes gleaming proudly as he watched you twirl and dance in the polished floor of your home studio, “That was beautiful.” [My graceful Swan.]

Your black tutu rose as threw your leg up, twirling on the hard pad of your toes, giving your father a practice show for Cinderella. You always danced for him, letting him probe and give you advice and critiques of your form. Finishing the dance off with a low bow, your legs crossed and feet spread horizontally, you smiled joyfully at him when his claps grew louder. Rising up, your met him halfway, jumping into his arms when he spread them open, peppering your face with sweet and loving kisses, his scruffy beard itching you. 

“It was perfect, you make me so proud,” he held onto you, his warm hands running smoothly over your biceps, herding you out of the studio he had built to let you practice, “You deserve a gift, my little Swan. Is there anything you want?”

“Nothing you can buy me, papa, ” you shook your head, burying your face in his chest when he sat you down on the regal, red couch.

“Then?”

“I want to go see the flowers again, papa, when they’re in full bloom. Can we?”

A soft chuckle rumbled out of his chest, he breathed in your comforting scent, nose nuzzling your hairline with a smile, small and adoring for his sole child. 

“Yes, of course.”

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[diejager]

Hii just read ur Saccharine and Monstrosity stuff and it was really good! I was wondering if you could do one where reader gets super sick from having not felt sunlight in forever

Cw: DARKFIC, kidnapping, sickness, pregnancy, tell me if I missed any.

He watched you grow weary, your once vibrant skin ashen and your gleaming eyes dull. You looked sick and pale, the lushness in you that König loved and cherished slowly drained, the liveliness and sunshine in you drowned by the darkness of his bioluminecent cave. He craved the lightness in your tone, the energy in your struggle to rebel against the decisions he made for the betterment of you and the beautiful shine that you brought to his lonely home. 

He wanted to protect you, to cherish and provide for you. All König wanted, in his cold, undying heart, was to love you the way a creature like him could, but all he did was snuff out the light in you. You were sick because of him, dying from the lack of sun in the darkest pit of his side of the ocean, the abyss of his domain where he ruled with an iron fist and commanded without hesitation. He told himself what he was doing was best for you, he had eons of knowledge and experience of the dangers of life. 

His arrogance and pride showed in his patronising words, more self-assuring than to reassure you, to remind himself that every decision of his were made for you. Yet all he saw were the consequences of his acts, the saddening truth of reality striking him in the face when he came back from a hunt to find you gasping and whimpering, your tail swaying and curling into yourself in your unconscious state. It scared him to death, seeing his pregnant mate laying on the floor in a mess of agony and sickness. 

Your kind depended on sunlight, the freedom to bathe and lay under it’s warm embrace whenever it shone brightly over the sea. You were a creature of beauty and light, legends whispered by sailors and venerated by women, precious creatures that the creator loved like he loved you, protecting and affectionate. Unlike him, who was a being of darkness and madness, feared by men in all form and idolised by madmen for the share of power he gifted to those who bowed to him at the altar. 

He should have known, the dichotomy between you were far to wide to be shrunken, that you could live in the same environment as he did without suffering from the lack of sunlight. Perhaps he could give you a taste of warmth, something other than the cool abyss and his freezing body. He could watch while you bathed in the sun, a arm wrapped around the tip of your tail, keeping you within reach of him, but he despised the sun, it burned him and dried his skin, the light shining a being of chaos like him. 

He didn’t fear any other God or the creators like the sun, moon and chaos, but he hated how they affected him, how his body involuntarily reacted to their presence. And he hated the thought of your beauty attracting other creatures, vying for your luscious hair and silky skin, the gem-like shine of your reflective scales and your fragile fins. He didn’t want to share you with any other being, but if it meant healing you, watching you get better before his eyes and support the clutch in your womb, he’s willing to suffer all that if it’d help.

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[diejager]

That room cleaning ask with konig and Horangi was soooo good 😭 I can’t help but feel like if that was me I’d be super depressed if all my things were moved and taken away! How would konig deal with a grumpy avoidant reader? He can’t fuck her if she’s never around right? Like she’s spending barely any time in her room because it just upsets her and more time out with her friends and away from home! How would konig feel about his precious lil stepdaughter not being home for dinner most nights

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, smut, misogyny, age difference, tantrum, creampie, spit roasting, double penetration, rough sex, tell me if I missed any.

He… doesn’t know where to go from there or how to fix it. You’re always out, gone from the house he was so used to see you, the place that was filled with calmness and comfort that he’d grown to love. Dinners were deathly silent, your seat cold and vacant, your room left almost untouched by your missing presence, and the house loosing its light from your days spent outside. It was awkward, looking at you mope and glare his way whenever he crossed your path.

Neither König nor Horangi could approach you, they could touch you or indulge in your body, drowning you in pleasure and eating you up like they used to. Every step was met with a slap of your wrist or a hiss, your shoulder scrapping his biceps when you pushed past him and Horangi. You were avoiding them, they learned, you putting your foot down in the weirdest way to keep them away from you. König couldn’t wrap his head around your acts. Why would you even avoid him? Going out of your way to physically hit him when you didn’t dare before.

He only understood when Horangi pulled him aside after you went to bed, explaining how he thought you were mad at all of them for forcing you to throw your collectibles and accessories out. You were lashing out at them for it, a long drawn and petty tantrum you were throwing because you were sad and angered. König let you off with it, ignoring your tantrum, assuming you’d grow out of it after a while, bored and tired of your new schedule you forced yourself into. It was - after all - less comfortable and easy than spending time with them at home, taking all the cock both he and Horangi could give and stuffing your stretched cunt and ass with all the cum you’d ever want! 

But when you hadn’t, nearing a whole month, Horangi took it upon himself to start the conversation, gripping your bicep and moving you to the living room after your mother left. It started off with you bickering with them, snapping and spitting venom to the towering men, neither of them hands expected you to lash out so violently, rarely seeing such vitriol from you. Fortunately, it was an issue easily fixed: by bending you over the armrest and fucking you into König’s big cock, the heavy and musky girth choking you up whenever Horangi snapped his hips. 

All your whining and squirming stopped with the right nudge of his cock, shutting you up for good until you decided to open your mouth. They took turns with you, rolling you back and froth from your back and stomach to look at your teary and dazed eyes when you were split in half, and to watch your cunt swallow up their cock and your swollen clit twitching. König was glad to see that you were back to your usual the next day, pouting and mumbling under your breath while you limped through the house. 

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