I Imagine If It's The Au Where Both Baby And Baby Jr Die, He's Immediately Dying. Like He'll Get The

I imagine if it's the au where both Baby and Baby Jr die, he's immediately dying. Like he'll get the news at the hospital and without even needing to think about it he'd pull up a picture/video of them on his phone and walk into the traffic outside the place

Okay, so I am writing the continuation to the car crash for canon!Baby Jr and you guys I'm spoiling it but I know I need to throw you one and let you know she and Baby are just fine. They'll be okay. Roman will not have to kill himself immediately. But if they weren't, then you're right, Anon. He would. TW: Death, death of a child, suicide, angst

It'd be Roman coming up, Kendall behind him. His brother is walking silent and fast. He's looking in every room like he'll find his soulmate and daughter waiting for him. Why aren't they waiting for him?

He asks somebody at the desk, the names. He gives her their names. And Roman doesn't like the way she's fucking looking at him. Like she already knows where they are. He'll transfer them to their hospital. Their doctor that he can actually sorta trust.

"Why are you picking up the phone?"

"...The doctor will be coming down to talk to you-"

"Just tell me where they are. You can't tell me where my wife and kid are? Is that something you just don't do or-"

"Roman."

"No. I saw the fucking car. And how about we soothe the Dad's nerves and show him where his wife and kid are instead of bringing the person that's treating them down here? Does that make sense? You know what. Thank you for fucking nothing."

He walks to what he feels is the right way. And it is, there's some shab of doctor coming towards him with this look in his eyes.

"Are you Roman - Mr. Roy?"

"Yep. Going to get my wife and daughter see nobody can go ahead and treat a woman and child after they've been in a fucking car cr-"

"Mr. Roy-"

"Don't fucking touch me! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

A bustle of worried talk starts in the hall when Roman pushes the doctor. And he hates the way the Doctor is gentle and quiet. What the fuck?

"Mr. Roy. It's best that you don't go that way and that you sit down and we will talk."

"Can we talk around the fucking-fuck! Just bring me to the room they are in. Or rooms. Or what? You don't wanna tell me if they're in surgery or there's a whole load of people diving into th-"

Roman shakes the words out of him. Shakes his head and clenches his fist. But then he looks up at the face of the doctor and his brows furrow.

"What?"

"...Mr. Roy. I am so sorry that I have to tell you that your wife and your daughter,-"

He hears their names come out his mouth. It hits him, all these pictures of them - and they're alive there. They're alive now.

Kendall stares deep, things sink inside him.

"No. What the fuck is wrong with you? What is this? What are we doing?"

"They have passed due to their injuries. We tried everything we could-"

"Stop. Just stop."

"...I am so sorry."

"You're sorry that you're fucking telling me this ass-fucking-shit. This-this...stop looking at me like that."

"...Roman."

"Don't you fucking start, Kendall. I'm gonna go-can I see my wife and kid?"

"Mr. Roy. I'm sorry. They have passed. They are...you can see them soon."

"They were in your walls for what? It hasn't even been an hour. What are you saying? You can keep people alive for an hour? You can-I'm going to go see my wife and my fucking daughter-"

"Roman. Rom-"

Kendall tries to take him in. Roman pushes him.

It's so unlike what it was like with his father. He can't see the bodies. There are no bodies.

"...Can you go?"

"...Wh-what?"

"Can you go see? Because I don't know what he's talking about and I don't know why he's looking at me like that."

Kendall doesn't know what to do but look at his brother and then to the doctor. The doctor nods, they disappear behind Roman.

Roman stares and blinks at everything. He hears them and he can see them. It's like his body is preparing him for something. His brows twitch and move. He's low lidded with a mouth-parted very slightly when he just thinks to pull out his phone.

He looks at the time. It's still morning. He goes to his camera roll and picks of a video of them. Out of so many. It's Baby Jr feeding Baby her birthday cake.

"One year older and still sticky fingers...baby, you don't have to wash your hands. Come back here."

There's giggling and Baby pulling Baby Jr up. Roman can hear his own laughter.

She kisses their little girl's cheek. Baby Jr flexes her hands to the camera.

"Sticky fingers. Like cousin's Spiderman."

"Uh-huh. You're a little superhero."

She kisses her cheek against and it's just a flicker of her eyes and smile to the camera.

"Roman."

Roman doesn't do anything that isn't watching the video and only the video.

"They're gone, Rome."

And right there, there's no thinking needing. Roman puts his phone in his pocket. The video still plays.

"Next year is kitty year."

"...Maybe. Right, Daddy?"

"With your lungs?"

"You know what that means? When Daddy answers with a question."

"It's a yes."

"That's right."

The voices are muffled but Roman can hear them all too well. Maybe that's the wrong choice of words. It's just right.

"Roman. Hey."

Kendall believes it's just him getting air. Or him leaving. How could he hurt himself and not be safe and saved in a hospital?

Roman walks, phone playing. He wipes his nose and walks faster - a pace you can't catch him at and a pace you can't stop before you crash into him.

The video still plays after a step out into the road.

slasherfucker!reader who doesn't really care that slasher!Konig kills people

You want him covered in blood and gore bits. He is steadying himself to go and finally clean, but you force his hands down, asking him to fuck you on the kitchen counter instead. You kiss him with more passion when he is like this - when his hands are still shaking with adrenaline as he whispers about how much the last one of his victims screamed. It was some joke, a dumb fuckboy who only knew how to play ball and maybe lift a little bit - he had nothing against Konig and the power he held in his arms. No one could compare to him, honestly, and you already knew this the first time he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Poor thing, you seriously thought you were going to die on that night - but Konig took you under his wing instead. You don't participate in killing and torturing - Konig wants to keep you clean and soft, he likes to dress you up as a weird cottage core housewife and make you bring him lunch as he guts some poor guy. He tried doing that before, but all the girls he took in as his captives were...well, captives. They were trying to escape, to attack him, or they would simply die in captivity like some rare pet breeds. You were...different. You loved him - and in a weird, slightly obsessive way. You enjoyed what he was doing, and even as he was reluctant to accept your feelings since it could have been a ploy to get him relaxed and calm, he would melt eventually. Allowing you to love him just as much as he loved you. And you're perfect. Maybe you're a bit shy with your affection, and you don't want to seem weird as you kiss him relentlessly and try to get him to fuck you in his bloody mask and use the handle of his knife as an improvised sex toy. Konig has to recognize the signs that his pretty girlfriend wants him to fuck her - he is used to taking his shirt down completely and leaving himself bare so you could touch his muscles and kiss the blood from his skin. You love your murder boyfriend, even if that means going down to the basement and give him a little morning kiss as your sleepy self, still wrapped in his shirt, is struggling with affection. Right in front of his victims, too - as they squirm and cry.

cw: cuckolding 🫂

all i can think about is virgin!johnny who can't pleasure his girlfriend, so he watches simon fuck your pretty body instead. :(

johnny feels pathetic. he's ashamed to admit the truth — that he's a virgin. watching simon fuck your tight hole relentlessly, your nail raking down his back, leaving red scratches and marks all down his bare, muscular shoulders. his breathless grunts, his guttural groans, and how easily you cum just off of his thick, hard cock. your pretty clit swells with euphoria, dripping with arousal as he runs his leaking tip up and down your wet folds, coating you in his thick, sticky load before easing back inside.

johnny watches with tears coating his cheeks, leaving them raw and flushed, his eyes puffy and his bottom lip quivering while he strokes himself. his balls are achingly tight, painfully sore as he gets himself off to the sight. he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel any envy or bitterness; how simon had you squirting all over his muscular abdomen, how experienced simon truly was.

of course, the sergeant's lieutenant wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to mock and tease the virgin. leaving his load oozing from your swollen, glistening cunt, taunting him for being useless, unable to pleasure his girlfriend.

you'll just have to make him feel better, bonnie. :( when simon's gone and johnny still hasn't came from anticipation and embarrassment, sobbing into your neck, the smell of simon's cologne causing him to grit his teeth through jealousy, feeling shameful while you jerk him off. please, sit on his bare lap, jerk him off while he apologises for being ‘useless’, while shooting blanks as he throws his head back, hot and milky cum dripping from his tip.

simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

SIMP — Paypig!König x Reader

It's a game he's grown used to throughout the months, blaming it purely on muscle memory the moment his muscular frame moves with agility, pulling his debit card out of his wallet and putting it down next to your hand, not daring to touch you or talk to you yet— he doesn't deserve it.

Half-lidded blue eyes watch with a mix of anxiety and excitement as you pick up his card, not sparing him a single glance as the long acrylics he paid for tap against your phone screen, scrolling multiple online stores before you find something you like.

“Come here.” The way he scurries over to you is almost enough to make you feel sorry for him. Almost. König doesn't waste any time on joining you in bed, holding his strong body over yours, his gaze inevitably drifting down to your ass as you present it to him, teasing him in a pair of panties he bought you last time you met.

“That's a good boy.” Even if your tone is sarcastic, König takes in the mocking praise, pride filling his twisted soul. He allows himself to lay some of his weight on you, slowly rubbing his hardening, clothed cock against your ass, thrusting at a pace gentle enough to make you feel more of him, despite the way you choose to ignore his advances.

“Buy anything you want, Meine Königin. My entire paycheck is there...” He closes his eyes, choosing the ignore the pit of anxiety building up inside him at the idea of you leaving him with nothing, calming himself down by planting ghost kisses along your shoulders and bare back, taking in the scent of your expensive shampoo.

Did I buy that for you, or was it another client? Not even the soldiers who have betrayed König's team can compare to how much of an enemy his own brain is. Jealousy is quick to set in, his bare hand drifting down to your hip and squeezing— not hard enough to make you up and leave, but hard enough to remind himself that you're there with him, not with another man.

“Oh?” He climbs through the ranks with more excitement ever since he met you, knowing he'll have more money to win you over with.

“Good boys get rewarded, don't they?” König doesn't even realize when the big, brooding soldier used as a battering ram became so pathetic, vigorously nodding his head to your words.

“You can fuck my panties. Ruin them again and it's coming out of your paycheck.” Your little threat goes in one ear and right out the other. The only thing he focused on was your permission, pale cheeks growing slightly warm and he wastes no time on pulling his needy, thick cock out of his pants, his gaze fixated on the pair of panties hugging your curves.

With a low groan, he slides his throbbing dick between the fabric of your panties, the friction sending shivers down his spine. His rough, calloused fingers dig into your skin as he starts to thrust, his movements rough and possessive.

“Fuck. Keep... keep using my card, Engel.” He manages to mutter between gritted teeth, his voice laced with desire and need. König's needy groans ring around the room, mixing in with your nails tapping your phone screen as you browse a different store, catching his eye.

Lingerie. The fact that your faith in him is so little to the point you know he's going to ruin yet another pair of panties makes him smirk, his hips slamming against your ass with more force. Truth to be told, he doesn't have any faith in himself either.

“I wonder if I should spend it all on the same place.” You think out loud, knowing König well enough to fully realize what he's into. The knowledge that you'll drain his hard-earned money makes his cock throb, feeling his precum staining your panties and skin, the evidence of his desire mingling with the fabric.

“Anything you need— Scheiße. Use it however you want, take it all.” The raw need for approval in his tone and words makes you laugh softly, only fueling his desire for more, his tired eyes closing again as his forehead rests on your warm back, his dick sliding between your plump ass cheeks, letting the warmth wrap around him.

König adjusts his position, his cock throbbing in his hand as he aligns himself with your puckered hole. It's a reward he gets whenever he lets you use his entire paycheck— not deserving of fucking your pussy until he gets another promotion.

With a steady, controlled thrust, he slowly pushes himself into your hole, applying more pressure when he hears your small whimper. A low moan escapes his lips the moment your tight hole gives him, allowing him to feel the tightness and warmth surrounding him, waves of pleasure coursing through his body like lightning.

“Where did you learn how to fuck? It's awful.” König's breath hitches at your degradation, a mix of arousal and vulnerability washing over him. He continues to thrust into your ass, rolling his muscular hips as he tries to prove himself to you.

“I can do better.” He promises in a muffled whisper, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon. With renewed determination, he adjusts his rhythm, finding a pace that has you gripping the sheets, even when you try to act all high and mighty with him. His hips slam against your ass with an increased, newfound intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful and precise just to please you.

“Too big for your own good.” König lets out a quiet whimper at your words, feeling his cock throb inside your pulsating, tight ass, the familiar knot in his stomach tightening up when he sees you grabbing your phone again, biting your thumb to prevent yourself from moaning as you scroll on a different luxury shop.

$1750.

His eyes widen when he sees the lingerie set that caught your eye, anxiety and desire mixing together while he rams into you faster, making your entire body shake at the sensation of every single nerve being massaged by his veiny, pathetic cock.

König almost knocks the air out of you the moment more of his weight is placed over you, slamming himself into your ass as deep as possible, his balls tightening up as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your ass the moment he sees the purchase was completed.

I think chubby baker konig needs a chubby waitress wife and a chubby set of twins with another on the way

cw: afab-f-reader, plus size-reader, food play, breeding kink, pregnancy and lactation. 18+ 🍰🍪

baker-könig definitely does have the desire for a big family with you. ;(

thinking about all the times he bends you over the counter after hours once you've shut for the night, sliding his slicken and pulsing dick into your gummy walls – the warmth and tightness a sensation he's familiar with and craves daily. he fantasises about impregnating you; slamming into your hole, the head of his leaking shaft hammering against your cervix, as you squeal out in agony and pleasure, feeling each fat glob of his release leak from his tip.

you're too cockdrunk to even think properly; the feeling of his large, sweaty and calloused hands grasping at the flesh on your stomach, squeezing your beautiful, soft hips tightly to hold you still as he bucks his sturdy, broad hips into you, releasing his hot semen into your perfect, puffy cunny.

baker-könig will treat you afterwards by spreading jam along his chubby abdomen, watching you drag your tongue back and forth to collect the sweet, sugary and delicious taste. he finds himself desperate for the sweetness of your lust and arousal, your own specialty.

fuck, how can he resist watching you bend over, serving customer with your little apron riding up occasionally when you make a sharp move. you've been taunting and teasing him the entire time, and anticipation is rushing through his chubby, burly body as you begin to drag a stripe up his bulbous, twitching shaft, giggling at his depravity.

when he finally gets you pregnant, he's overjoyed, thrilled with the news. könig will attempt to get you to relax, although his attempts are useless, as you're so eager to work and bake with him, to serve customers. the sight of your swelling belly growing each day leaves him daydreaming about getting you pregnant again, and again... the desire for a large family insatiable. ;(

his babies are chubby, little cuties. they giggle and babble for their father, sobbing when he leaves to go to the bakery he owns down the road in the village, whilst you coddle them, kissing their chubby cheeks.

due to your pregnancy, könig hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of your body – newfound flesh along your hips and thighs, and your tits swollen. your hardened nipples have milk dripping from them... fuck, he deserves a treat after all that hard work, right, little mouse? :(