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I just need willing sexworker reader with Mafia Konig.
He is fighting against the urge to have his lil wifey near bc he knows he will fuck 24/7 and also she would be his weakness. But how can he say no when she begs him so sweetly with his cock inside, when she says a mere thing about how they would be a cute family.
My breeding kink is showing, forgive my manners.
Oh, he can't resist your begging. This man is weak - for you especially, with his mind working overtime just to compensate for all the things he is throwing away to be able to spend a few more hours buried deep in your pussy. You look so fucking precious under him, your body mangled to fit him perfectly - he needs you, wants you, sometimes thinks you're literally just a plant from a rival gang to make him stop working and just fuck you all the time. If you sleep together and you ask him to stay with you during the morning, with that adorable groggy voice of yours, he won't ever be able to resist - and if you want for him to breed your pussy until you're so filled up you can't walk, he will gladly stop whatever he was doing. It started so simple. Konig was your client, paid a bit too much, and always took care of you afterward - if not personally, then by hotel staff and paid nights at the luxurious resorts. You couldn't help but fall for him, even if only for a little bit at the start. You adored his gifts, his compliments, even his obsession and his work - he protected you, started booking all of your sessions to drive clients away, even managed to get you an apartment without any strings attached. Well, without any strings that weren't attached to him, that is. Konig sees you as his reprieve, his little saving grace. He indulges in your body and makes sure you know just how much he adores having you by his side. You're his weakness, and he tells you that it's going to get him killed one day, but if that means keeping you on his lap while dealing with gun deals and the drug trade, he is willing to risk everything. He needs you by his side - if not as a helper, then as stress relief. Konig never cared too much about what was going to happen with his mafia empire after he died, but now he started to think about heirs, legacy, making you pregnant, and then spawning a little army of his kids, ready to take over neighboring countries. You beg him to fuck you so sweetly, he just can't resist. Even if his age means he can't quite go on multiple rounds like he used to at his horny young adult times, he is still going to keep his favourite lady satisfied. And fucked so much, she wouldn't be able to crawl out of the bed next morning, letting him tend to his criminal business.
Wifey!Reader trying to surprise visit him at work only to witness how Pushover!König is like at work
You stare at your soft, kind, a bit of a weak husband as he slams the recruit's body to the ground and stomps on them. Twice. Screamed a bit for good measure and then hauled other recruits to get them to the hospital before he got some other lazy ass out in a chair. The recruit missed the training one time and was a bit snarky about it. You're not sure what you were expecting when you married him. A colonel from a mercenary organization is as socially inept as those people can be. You're basically his only social link, barely holding on to dear life as you were trying to convince him to be just a bit less sociopathic. You thought he'd be...fine. Somewhat. A little bit more adjusted than usual. You were not expecting him to yell at someone like that. To know so many ways of belittling someone. And also look hot doing it. Konig, of course, is terrified when he finds out you are here, looking at him like a deer stuck in headlights. He made sure to keep his professional and personal life separate - to always make sure you are getting the best version of him he can give to you. Now, of course, it's kinda pointless. You know this crazed look of his, the cold steel of his eyes as he looked at you, his triumph slowly melting into shock...and you were so fucking aroused it made your stomach twist. A mix of panic and pleasure, your silent desire for him to be the one standing over you, toying with your helpless body as if you were nothing but his helpless little pet. You made sure to ask him to be a bit rougher in bed after this one time. Maybe manhandled you a bit, some dirty words thrown in your direction as you imagined him taking you a bit more forcefully. Your poor soft husband will have to take his work attitude again...and it's not like he doesn't enjoy it.
But tbh with you the manager sure have enough balls to ask Mafia boss konig to pay more because of loss of other clients that was supposed to buy reader 😬😶😶
The manager is the only one winning in this situation, honestly. Konig is too emotionally unavailable to get you on an actual date, so the most romance he allows himself to act upon is buying you some expensive room service dishes and gently feeding you while you're too fucked out of your mind to notice that he didn't stuff his dick in you immediately after the first round. You, on the other hand, are way too tired after constantly having sex with a giant like Konig to actually look forward to his visits. If anything, you hated how smug and arrogant the manager would act every time Konig would come back, so you kinda started to hate his visits... And then you let it slip that the brothel actually doesn't share the bigger cut of Konig's payments with you. Cue Konig's gang burning down the fine establishment and getting rid of your manager once and for all - and cue Konig having to confront his obvious fat crush on a sex worker that he had extensive intimate relationships with for the past few months, almost every week. God, this is awkward for him...but he is ready for the next big step. He just kinda forgot to tell you that you will be his lover from now on. Konig knows all the bad sides of keeping the woman of his dreams with him. Even if you're living in a different mansion, he will still come to visit you every night and spend the rest of his free hours fucking you or playing house instead of working on himself - and when he is done playing house, he will start thinking about heir, and when he is done thinking about heir, he will start making them...honestly, you kinda wish you'd just continue to work as a prostitute. Konig's love is a bit too much to handle.
Yandere Ghost x Fem! Reader x Yandere König
Two Predators and One Prey
Description: You catch two mysterious soldier’s who fall hard on you and will keep you as theirs and never let you go.
Warning: Kidnapped, obsessive behavior, strong language, violence, blood
Codename: Widow
“Hey Widow, another letter from you secret admirer. This is twentieth time this month.” You sigh heavily grab the envelope from Soap and put it in your nightstand drawer.
Your tired after having so many letter by your secret admirer. You don’t know who is this mysterious person but you will found out who and tell them to stop because it’s getting on your nerves.
“This need to stop, I’m gonna find out who did it.” You grab one of the envelope from your drawer get up from your bed walk pass by Soap as he follow you behind. You walk around the base asking one of the soldiers is your secret admirer but none of them said they were and give you proof.
You sat on the chair of cafeteria and Soap sit by you. “Damn, none of our teams are secret admirer. I swear if this keep going I’m gonna quit this job and find a new job.” Soap pat your back to cheer you up. “Widow” both of you turn around see König holding a tray of food. “What’s wrong?” He worry.
“Nothing it’s just this secret admirer keep sending me letters non-stop. It really get on my nerves.” You scoff. König place his tray on the table grab the envelope from your hand open it and read it.
He look back at you “I‘ll find ‘em later.” He walk out the cafeteria leaving you both deadpanned. “Wanna grab some lunch?” You nod at Soap.
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Your in the training room working out til suddenly König came up to you. “I found your secret admirer.” He point a the man fiddling his fingers and staring at the ground. “I told him to leave you alone so he won’t bother you anymore.” You smile at him. It’s a good thing he cover his blush since he wear the mask.
He drag the man out from the training room leaving you to continue your workout.
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The next day, Soap told you that your secret admirer is fired and was found dead at his house. “Damn, sound mysterious to me after he got fired and found dead.” You said. “Yeah, seems like it. Anyway I gotta go train some of the new rookies that arrive here today. Catch ya later.” He walk away.
You about to head Price office to give him the report file you finish. Suddenly you bump to someone cause you to fall but pair of arms caught you. You look up who caught you only to meet Ghost. You thank him for saving you then walk pass by him.
You didn’t notice he stare at you watching you walk away behind with lustful look in his eyes. “Ghost” he turn his head hearing his codename only to meet König.
He glare at Ghost “Why are you looking at Y/n?” Ghost scoff “None of your fuckin business.” He about to walk away but König stop him held his arm front of him. “She mine” he growl.
“Do you have a death wish?” Ghost and König glare at each other.
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You walk in the hallway staring at your phone checking on messages by your parents who are really worried about you but they send you gifts. “WIDOW!!” You look away from your phone see Gaz and Soap run toward you.
“Hey guys, what’s going on?” They stop front of you catching their breath’s. “It’s Ghost and König! They fighting each other in the training room and it’s about to be blood bath there! We try to stop them but they refuse and growl at us! Price try to stop them but they ignore him! Hurry!” They grab your hands dragging you to the training room.
Once all of you made it in you were shock what your seeing. All of the recruits watch Ghost and König fighting each other and their blood stain the mat. “STOP!!!!” They stop fighting look at you. “What the bloody hell! Why are you both fighting each other in such massacre?! Both of you with me! Now!” They get off each other follow you behind.
The recruits watch you three leave the training still shock. “Do you think Widow will try to make them up each other?” Gaz question. “Hope so, come on, let’s clean here.” Soap sigh.
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You and the tall man’s went into medical room, you made them sit down on the chairs and grab the med kit.
“Just hold still König.”
“Looks like you had too much bruises Ghost.”
“I’m gonna stitch your arm König.”
“This may hurt to pop your arm back to it socket Ghost.”
“Don’t move König or else more blood come out.”
You put away the med kit after patching up them up. You look at them with glare daggers “Now… explain why you two are fighting?” They look away. “Don’t you look away from me boys! Explain!” You scoff.
They didn’t speak or look back at you and it made you frustrated. “Alright listen up! You two need to make up each other. I’m not leaving until you two make up each other. Now, shake hands and apologize.” They glance each other and scoff.
They brought their hands out grab each others hands and apologized. You sigh “Good, now no more fighting each other to death. Got that? Now get some rest, both of you are totally beaten up.” You left the medical room leaving two men’s alone there.
Once you left they glance each other. Ghost was first to spoke “Hey… I think I had an idea.” König titled his head confused “How about we share her instead.” König think for a moment.
About few second he brought his hand out “Deal” Ghost grab his hand and shake it. They smirk behind their masks.
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You head to your quarter room after finish up paperwork’s and train the new recruits. Your excited that tomorrow your going home to see your parents after long month of war.
Once your in your room you change into comfy pajamas. You wore black tank top and grey sweatpants. You tuck yourself in bed turn off the light then pass out to slumber.
You didn’t notice your closet door open wide as two figures walk out staring at your sleeping form. The first one place the rag on your face, you jump in surprise trying to fight the intruder but the second figure pin you down.
When you sniff the rag the chloroform kick in and you pass out. The second figure carry you in their arms and place you in rugged luggage that the first figure bought out from your closet. They tied both your arms and legs and cover your mouth with duct tape.
“Remember the plan?” The second figure nod their head. “Good let’s go.” They carry the rugged luggage out of your quarter room heading to the hallway.
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Today is the day, the Task Force 141 are heading back home after month of war. Once the plane landed they exit out. “Excuse me!” They look ahead see two people running toward them “We don’t see our daughter. Her name is Y/n L/n, have any one you seen her?”
Ghost walk toward them open his hand front of them reveal a dog tag, your dog tag. “Your daughter… she didn’t make it. She was found dead outside the base, we figure she was attack by the enemy assassin. Sorry.” The parents covered their mouths in shock.
The father grab the dog tag bringing it closer to his chest as his wife clench his shirt. “Thanks… for telling us…” they started to whimper and walk away. The team look hurt watching them walk away being sad.
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You flutter your eyes open, you about to yawn but you felt your mouth won’t open and your feel both your wrist and legs are stick together. You look at your wrist and your shock see your tied up.
You look around see your in unfamiliar room. You rip the duct tape from your mouth ignoring the pain from the sting “Help! Someone help!” You scream. Suddenly the door slam open causing you jump in surprise, you look where the door is slam only to meet König and Ghost.
“Guys! Bloody hell your here! Help me untied.” You smile in relief. They walk toward you and sat down on the bed front of you staring at you. Their gazes made your spine shiver. “G-guys…what’s going on?” You almost stutter.
Ghost bring your form closer to him and König crawl behind you wrap his arms around your waist. “What’s going-“ “Your staying with us.” Your eyes wide in shock what your heard from Ghost.
“What? What are saying-“ “Your ours Liebe.” König whisper your ear. You try to break them away from you but their grips are hard like steel.
Your head perk up realizing what they’re saying “Guys! This is insane! I’m not your obsessed object! This is wrong!” Your yell at them. Ghost grab your face forcing you to look at him, when your meet his eyes, it made you froze.
“Yes you are, your ours and your never leaving us.” He growl. You gasp feeling König lick his tongue behind your neck. “Mmm… du schmeckst köstlich.” He hum.
“Guys… why are you both obsessed with me?” You started to cry. Ghost pull his mask reveal his jawline as he lick your tears and it almost made you throw up. “Because… we love you and we never letting you go. Your our obsession and our prey.” He chuckle darkly.
“Guys stop! I don’t love you two!” You yell. They stop what they’re doing and look at you with dark glare in their eyes. You gulp knowing your fuck up what you said. “You will Liebe, your going to learn to love us.” König growl.
Ghost brought out a dagger from his holster belt and stab one of your thighs causing you scream in pain. “Scream all you want because no one is near. Your somewhere far away with us and it’s impossible to escape.” Ghost said in dark tone.
“Now then… let’s have fun.” Both of them chuckle darkly. ‘Oh no… please god… help me’ you pleaded though hoping for someone to help and find you to escape two predators who will devour you alive.
Sleepy!reader X Slasher!Konig
You literally slept through the massacre. Konig can appreciate that. Maybe it's fresh forest air, maybe it's just your general sleepiness - but you didn't wake up even as your friends were screaming and fighting, and you didn't wake up when he was dragging you to his house. For some reason, your sleepy face was too adorable to him to just toss you away into the basement. For some reason, your lack of fighting spirit and desire to keep sleeping even through bloodshed, made him want to keep you. He has a need for some soft, sleepy pet - and you can be his little housecat. Life with Konig is surprisingly nice. You have a heavy collar on your neck, of course, and your legs are bound by a rather short chain and handcuffs, so you can't walk as fast as you want to - but otherwise, he even allows you to go outside. Taking naps on the fresh grass and allowing your murder boyfriend to drag you home afterward - he just wants you to sleep in a nice environment instead of the cold ground. Sometimes, he allows you to sleep outside - if the weather is nice, he would just clip your leash to the metallic post in front of his house and throw a blanket over your sleepy head. The forest is too deep to care about your screams, and you're too sleepy to even try to scream. He usually drops you off to sit on a small mattress in the corner of the basement while he is taking care of other victims. Sometimes, he would make. them be quiet so that they would to make you suffer just a tiny bit and deprive you of the sweet sleep you craved so much. Makes you sit in the corner like a good girl and watch fates of those who were not as lucky as you are - despite your screams and begs of him to stop. God, you're fucking adorable - he has to have you. Pushing your legs apart as you're too sleepy to resist and listening to your choked moans as he fucks you right on that thin mattress in the basement. He is a merciful boyfriend and allows you to softly sob and moan into the pillow he brought for you - and he will clean you up after, maybe even taking you upstairs and getting in bed with you for a few minutes until you're fast asleep after a good fuck. Life is good when you're his victim - at least he finally allows you to have a girl nap for 12 hours like you always wanted to.
Someone is knocking at your door... You carefully check who is it through the peephole and you see a man wearing a skull mask staring at you.
Do you have any headcanons for yandere gaz? I can't really get any ideas for him for some reason
Sorry for late reply!
There aren't much yandere headcanons for Gaz unfortunately, he deserves more attention. :(
I have a few headcanons of him, I hope you like it:
I can see Gaz being a reserved soft yandere who uses gaslighting and manipulation a lot. But he's so chill that you won't even notice it.
Gaz is not the type that would lock you up (unless you try to break up with him…), although he prefers you to stay at home, he hates seeing you upset, so you have a certain freedom. But everytime that you go out he's always with you, wrapping his arm around your body, making sure to make others know that you're his.
Definitely put a tracker on you, Gaz can't be always with you because of his work, so he can watch you even if he's away.
Gaz is not the type that would use violence towards others, but if someone insists too much… Well, there will be a bit of blood there.
Saw you were taking requests!!
I'd love to see you draw König with his weighted blanket and snuggling your oc (I keep forgetting their name. I'm so sorry!)
This idea of his weighed blanket has been on my mind FOREVER. Please know this isn't pressured and if you don't feel like it, it's totally fine. Stay well and love you 💗
Hi Kinoko! I'm so sorry for being late to reply you and thanks for the request! <3 Their name is Sol btw :3c
I also love the idea of König having a enormous blanket too, it so adorable sçlkgdfgdf
(I'm not) sorry.
ShittyBF!König x F!Reader
ShittyBF!König who, whilst not necessarily having any malicious intent, gets his first ever girlfriend and doesn't know what to do with her
((CW: F!Reader, NS//FW Content, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics, Invasion of Privacy, Yandere Behavior))
Complaining about ShittyBF!König to your friends, telling them all about how despite being your perfect man in terms of appearance, physique and performance in bed, he consistently manages to drop the ball when it comes to taking care of his sweet little girlfriend's emotional well-being
ShittyBF!König who is always too focused on his pretty maus's soft thighs and even softer tits to pay any attention when she tries to tell him about her day or talk about whats on her mind
ShittyBF!König who distracts his baby when she starts prattling on about work drama and her annoying boss by sliding one large, calloused hand up her shirt, his fingertips running over her ribs and grazing the underside of her breast, moving up to cup the malleable flesh in his palm and squeezing it gently, whilst his other hand grips your thigh just beneath your ass, pulling you into his broad lap
ShittyBF!König who stopped taking you out to restaurants and outdoor activities on dates because you always shove him off of you and get pissy when he tries to initiate intimacy in public
ShittyBF!König who just can't help himself when you're around, Maus, you're just so pretty and soft and he's never had a woman outside his family be so sweet to him before, let alone a woman as gorgeous and charming as you
ShittyBF!König who had never felt the touch of a woman before meeting you, always too focused on his job to try go out and pick someone up, his poor social skills and imposing demeanor not helping the situation at all
They say not to give a dog food if you don't want it pawing at you and begging you for more, and ShittyBF!König is no exception, always eager and willing to dive face first between your legs for another taste of his favourite treat (besides, that's just how dogs like him say hello)
ShittyBF!König who doesn't know how he got lucky enough to not only cross paths, but secure a committed relationship with someone so far out of his league, but regardless decides to thank you multiple times a day, every single day, by pleasuring you so good that your legs go numb and your brain turns to mush
ShittyBF!König who knows he's not the most romantic guy, but thinks he can make up for it by handing you his black card and telling you to get whatever you want
(He's made so much money in his many years of being the best at what he does, but he's not really a materialistic guy by any means and has never really had anything to spend it on, until you that is. Now he suddenly wants to drain his accounts dry adorning you in pretty clothes and shiny jewelry, torn between wanting to parade you around town and show you off and wanting to keep you locked away somewhere safe for his eyes only)
ShittyBF!König who doesn't notice you stopped bothering to maintain an emotional connection with a man who doesn't listen when you speak and only seems to value you for your body, leading you to give up trying to initiate conversation anymore
Receiving horrified looks from your friends when you tell them about how you and ShittyBF!König haven't spoken a word to one another outside of dirty talk, sexting and coordinating times to meet up (and fuck, obviously)
Its not ShittyBF!König's fault that he doesn't always remember what you have and haven't said out-loud to him when he goes through your messages late at night after he's fucked you unconscious, reading about the events of your day through conversations with your besties
ShittyBF!König who initially only began going through your phone to ensure no men were encroaching in on his girl and jeopardizing the perfect life he had going on, but always ends up with his hand pressed over his mouth to stop his laughter from waking you from your well deserved rest when he reads the banter between you and your friends and all of the hilarious memes you send them, his cheeks warm and pink when he thinks about how fortunate he is to have found a woman who has an amazing sense of humour and wonderful personality on top of having the most attractive face and body he's ever had the blessing of seeing
God knows he's never done anything to deserve this good karma-
ShittyBF!König who's good mood comes crashing down, having to put your phone down momentarily to prevent himself from crushing the device in his powerful grip, hands shaking in anger when he see's the messages you sent the group chat about how underwhelming and disappointing you find your relationship, refering to him as "less of a boyfriend and more of a glorified friends-with-benefits, but without the friend part" and "a dildo with a bank account-"
(Okay, that last one would have stroked his ego a bit and made him giggle if he weren't already so livid)
ShittyBF!König knew those friends of yours were no good, putting silly ideas into your naive little head, telling you that you're too good for him, not to settle for less then you deserve, stop wasting your time on a man that doesn't appreciate you-
(Don't they know how obsessed with you he is? How much he adores every thing about you? That he would die for you? That he would kill for you? That he already has of course not! They don't know anything about your relationship! They don't know that the two of you are endgame-)
ShittyBF!König who's blood runs cold when he see's your message telling them that you're only keeping him around as long as he makes himself convenient, that the moment you start having to put in more effort then the sex is worth, you'll leave him without hesitation
ShittyBF!König who knows damn well that you are not going to leave him. That's simply not an option, Liebling. He is the man you will spend the rest of your life with, the man you will die with-
ShittyBF!König who knows that his precious little girlfriend has just gotten a bit confused, but that's okay, luckily she has a big, strong husband boyfriend to unjumble all those stupid, nonsensical thoughts and remind her of who she belongs to
(Got a bit longer then I expected, thinking of making a Part 2 about Reader trying to break up with König.)
i recently went to the zoo and there was a cheetah who was bonded w this dog and i was imagining maybe monster!konig is in some sort of zoo/science lab thing and he gets bonded w kitten hybrid!reader!!
idk idk lolll i just could not stop thinking abt it
Staying in captivity as researchers are trying to understand how a simple ocean-type hybrid could grow so strong - how a normally pliable monster can be so aggressive and intelligent at the same time; scientists kinda treat him like their prized hound, a really nice and expensive possession they can do whatever they want with. They want to keep the subject happy and compliant with the research - but Konig dismissed any potential companion they brought to him before. Dismissed them violently, often killing poor fucker before the security could do anything. They dropped you in as a wild guess, a suggestion from one of the interns - if Konig gets insanely territorial when faced with hybrids of similar strengths and types, maybe he could do better with a therapy pet, something fluffy, small, and absolutely harmless. Needless to say, the intern was promoted after the first night Konig spent buried between your legs, fucking you for long enough that the whole lab would watch - and he didn't kill you by the end of the day. If anything, he bred you, properly and nicely. If anything, they have just found a way to make him less angry during the checkups - if they allow him to fuck you right before the research process, he would be...almost fine. Almost calm. He bonds with you easily - you're a cat hybrid, small thing, completely harmless. You could do some damage to humans with your claws and teeth, but Konig is off-limits, and you know this. He is fine with you biting and marking him - he searched such affection, he fucking adores it and wants you to do it more. Researchers think they finally found a key to him, that he is finally willing to participate in the experiments... Oh, they couldn't be more wrong. Once Konig gets a taste of how precious his mate is, he starts to think of why the hell he even supports these guys. Winds are changing - and monsters soon will be ruling the society. It's a good thing you already found yourself a protector, right?
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.
Rent-a-girlfriend!Reader that only keeps accepting Loser!Konig's offers because of just how much he's willing to pay
The thing is—you can't even say he has such weird kinks or quirks that he has to pay for company. Yes, he wears the mask...but honestly, every glimpse of his face you get is kind of roughly handsome, and at least he has the sensibility for a man not forcing others to look at his mug. He likes to nuzzle in your chest or shoulder, mask still on, and you sort of enjoy feeling his warm breath on your skin. You also enjoy the way he always pays double after some intimate interactions and skin contact, even if you didn't have sex after the date. You almost felt bad for milking poor guy dry. He is obsessive and behaves like a loser, but it all compensates with the money he pays you. It didn't even seem like the money mattered to him, he wasn't one of those losers who would spend all of their savings of a camgirl - it almost looked like he had too much money to deal with, opting to spend it all on making you his pretty spoiled princess. You just have to wrap your arm around his and point your finger in the direction of a thing you want - and he'd pay for it. As long as you're okay with talking to the cashiers on your own, that is, since he hates unnecessary social interactions. He has weird kinks, that's for fucking sure. It all started with simple panty sniffing, with him buying you expensive lingerie sets only to steal them back so he could probably use them to jerk off. It then proceeded to making you call him sir in bed and respond like he was your drill sergeant and not the guy who drills his monstrous cock in you...and you can't forget about his raging size kink, either. Doesn't matter if you're on a chubby or thin size. This guy is going to bend you over and take you like a doll without you having to do anything in bed. It's weird, just how meek and quiet he is in everything but the bed - and how it seems that he just takes out all of his frustrations on your poor pussy. At least the payment is good enough you're willing to let this guy eat you out for hours and cum in his pants during it. Just don't be surprised when one day he'll simply snatch you away.
Holiday Season
pairing. obsessed!141 / polar bear-hybrid!reader *scenario/headcanons
note. gender neutral reader. reader is physically described to be 6ft or over. common hybrid features such as animal ears, tail, nose, claws, and paw pads.
cw. unhealthy relationships/yandere themes, meat and blood mentions, a lot of eating from hands mentions, a weird type of infantilization, big bad bear is called cute a stupid amount of times, dangerous but passive reader, vague made-up base because i watch too many movies.
Holed up in the middle of fucking nowhere, Alaska, the white wasteland. That's how the 141 were going to spend the merry month of December. Endless snow in sight and no family to be found. A complete and utter joke of a holiday season.
It scarcely matters, the food that's been stored, the dense furniture they've been given, even the solace they find in each other. It's miserable out here. The freeze is always licking at their skin, seeping through their layered clothes to cling to the exposed nape. It's their constant company.
Yet, something else bothers them. A hint that only their trained eyes could catch in their misery. An entity, perhaps, something that follows the men without rest. It's a shadow of winter, blanketing itself around the base and leaving its warmth with no trace to its next destination. Only something another human could pull off.
Dishes left strewn on the counter are returned to their cupboards, clean and scrubbed. Leftovers are consistently missing a bite more than what Soap remembers wolfing the night before. If a blanket or pillow goes missing, best bet it doesn't come back. It doesn't take much convincing for Price to round up his boys to find out the root of their question. Not when they've nothing else to do.
It's Soap who finds you first. Rummaging through the fridge with a plastic container in your hands, that adorable black nose covered in spaghetti sauce. He wonders how they didn't hear you sooner with the way you carelessly scarf down the contents. You remind him a little of himself...
Little round ears perk up at the sound of his gasp. Soap freezes in place as your head cranes back to inspect him. Eyes staring at him with indifference, a lone noodle stuck to your cheek and tomato red staining your considerably large teeth. Sharp and big, enough to poke out from your mouth and dig into your chapped bottom lip. A similarly large grayish-blue tongue swipes out to clean the damning evidence.
So. Fucking. Cute.
Johnny is thanking the names of every God he knows when you let him lead you by hand to his team. A new warmth flows through his body, lighting up his dormant nerves in the winter night, your thick black claws prodding into his rough skin. You must be a docile ol' thing, obediently following him to his buddies, though only after he bribes you with more meals to come. He'll cook up the whole damn kitchen if it means you trail him like this daily.
Ghost is sure that Johnny's the one hiding furry ears and a tail when he rushes over like a dog with a fresh new bone. That, and he's more crazy than he imagined dragging over what looks to be a six foot something polar bear hybrid right his way. Ghost doesn't forget things easily, and he's confident that said bears are known to be the most eager predators in the presence of flesh. Not just by circumstance, no, by nature.
A strange thought does pop up in head. That fluffy white tail you sport catches his eye for longer than he'd like to admit. He wonders. If he offered up a nice, raw chunk of seal to you, would it wag in anticipation? Would your ears twitch at the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, bringing you yet another delicious catch? He could be the perfect provider for you, he thinks. Maybe even have you hunt alongside him, a bonding ritual of sorts. Blood all over your mouth, allowing only Simon to dab away at your chin with a towel. What a sight to behold. Two predators in the same room.
Gaz takes a step away before doing the exact opposite a minute later. You're not just some wild animal, and he's half worried he just disrespected you to your face (you didn't see it). Any bit of nervousness he had melts away when you gently push your nose into his warm hands. He was going for a handshake, but this is surprisingly preferred. Seems he missed wiping some the cocoa from a recent pot of hot chocolate. He hadn't expected you to be so... soft. If you want more, he's got a heap of cookies hidden away in his room. No issue with you visiting him for a late night snack. Christ, he'll even handfeed you if you're feeling lazy, no worries.
Captain Price nearly drops the flimsy cup of coffee held in his gloved hands. Fucking giant thing you are. He nearly drops it again when your nose takes a sharp turn to the smell of his beverage. Not picky, are you... He'll keep note of that for later. From the looks of it, you're adapting well to the chaos of his batch, sniffing and patiently waiting for Soap to release you from his iron grip on your paw pad. He also takes note of what your wearing almost immediately, Arctic grade parka wrapped around your waist in favor of standard workwear, more akin to a jumpsuit than winter gear. Unbelievable. However, that does explain it now. You work here.
It makes sense, considering you're one of the more volatile hybrids. So many people, including your bosses, are uneasy about the predators. It must've been particularly bad for you. Hiding you away in a big and lonely base to eat dinner at an empty table. The world unable to appreciate you for what you are.
Price on the other hand, he knows his boys like the back of his hand. They understand your type. Would take you in without judgement or fear. Indulge you. Feed you fat red meat from calloused palms and let you lap at the warm blood still dripping on the snow. Gladly clean the droplets that stain your pure white parka. Make you warm.
PLEASEE MORE Slasher!Konig in the halloween party!!
Konig doesn't enjoy the company of a bunch of drunk students, but he knows he has to wait. None of the victims were appealing - none were speaking to his inner psycho. The night was dry of good alcohol and good company, so he almost considered a good old mass homicide. Burned down party house, piles of bodies inside. No one would bother to check a bunch of frat boys for knife holes when their bodies already melted together. He found you while searching for gasoline. Cute, adorable you. You're tugging on his sleeve, probably thinking he is just some drunk party-goer who got lost in the frat. Thank god for the mask he is wearing - you make a silly joke about never knowing which one of GhostFace costumes are the real killer. You make a silly joke about him having "killer muscles...pun intended" and laugh like it was actually funny. He just shrugs, allowing you to take his hand and lead him to one of the quieter rooms of the house. You smile, saying it's totally fine if he is not feeling up for the party. You don't really like it yourself, but you promised one of the guys to help with catering and to watch over a rowdy crown not getting too rowdy. Played a good little housewife and smiled as he asked about other guys. He put a hand on your knee and you giggled a little. Said no one would bother to look for you here - everyone are too busy drinking. You might have a little fun. Oh, Konig is going to have fun, indeed. Pushed you on the bed, a hand on your throat. Chocked you, the perfect little victim. Wanted to pepper kisses all over your face, but that would mean taking off the mask - so he just continues to squeeze. Forcing you to submit to him. Smiling under the rubber. Then stopped. You're too perfect of a victim - didn't even tried to fight him. If anything, your hips buckled towards him - like a bitch in heat, perfect for the riping. Too perfect to kill you so easily. Konig huffs, feeling up your wet pussy through that little shorts of a vaguely slutty costume you were wearing. Suddenly kisses you on the forehead and searched for any rope or spare clothes to tie you up to the bed and shut your eyes and mouth. Doesn't want your screams to alert others as he finally finds the gasoline and enough matches to send the damn place flying. At least you're given the status of a missing person. At least Konig likes you enough to press you against his chest as he exits the building, taking you over to his house. You can play a cute housewife all you want over there.
Cabin in the woods (yandere!shasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yandere!slasher!Horangi) chapter 6
You start to break down, finally accepting Konig's soft advances.
WARNINGS: Blood, dub-con bordering on non-con, general slasher-y, mild knife stabbing
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This basement is filled with dead people. Or, so you thought at first glance.
At the second glance, you notice a broken bicycle, a bunch of furniture pieces, and something that you could only describe as a particularly horrible-looking attempt at wood carving. Or, maybe, a hanging post. You were in the killer’s layer, after all.
You were there for 10, maybe 15 minutes, and you already know that you are not making it out sane. Your whole body is trembling, your head is throbbing, you are dizzy after an orgasm, and Max is still lying here, his body is warm and soft. Blood stopped dripping from his stomach, but it didn’t make him any less dead. Coughing and almost throwing up from disgust, you spit out every last bit of cum that you managed to get out of your sore throat. You needed something – water, normal food, a good few hours of sleep because you’ve been running on sheer adrenaline for the past 12 hours and it started to take a toll on your…everything.
Just a few hours ago, you were a bored college girl on her forest trip with a bunch of weirdo friends. Your biggest problem was the utter boredom of this fucking woods, not the murderous maniacs on your tail. Now…
— Open wide, Maus. Let me feed you, ja?
Now you were spoonfed reheated chicken soup by König. Colonel in the PMC. The guy who dropped his mask to make you even more scared because you see all the burn marks and scars on his face, and just know that you won’t ever be able to resist someone as strong as him.
Guy who calls you “good girl” and pets your head and tries to engage you in this weird as fuck power dynamic that makes your cheeks warm and your mouth open, even though the saltiness of the soup makes you remember his cum and…fuck. Oh, god fucking damnit.
He is smiling like a maniac, making sure that with each spoon of your soup, you also eat something…you don’t even want to acknowledge it, your stomach is too empty, and your mouth was already tarnished by him, so what’s the problem with a few more drops of his semen, carefully added to the mixture so you won’t be able to miss it? You cringe in disgust as he smiles and pushes even more in your throat, almost making you gag from the spoon deep past your teeth. At least you know that the chicken bits here are actual chicken.
— Let…let me go. Please.
You finish the bowl of soup after a few torturous minutes. The salty taste in your mouth leaves you cringing, and König smiles, wiping your face with a napkin. You feel helpless – with your arms newly bound, there is nothing much you can do when he presses a bottle of coke to your mouth, making you wash away the incredible saltiness with even more incredible sweetness. You want to gag, but he closes your mouth swiftly after.
He smiles.
— We’ll walk you later. Now is not the time for girls to be out.
— I’m not a…
He scoops you in his hands, your body swinging in the air like a doll. It’s horrible, just how strong he is – makes you tremble in his hold, like a useless little victim you are. God, this even sounds embarrassing – yet you can hear the smile in his voice as he drags you along with him. Forcing you to look at Max’s dead body, the smell isn’t filling the room just yet. You try your best to consider yourself lucky.
— You’re cranky, Maus. Need to get you out of here before he starts to smell, right? Brainy ones usually rot extremely fast.
He laughs at his own joke as he pushes you in his arms further. Your head pounds with every one of his rough, deep phrases, his hands are going to roughly manhandle you in place. You whine, too weak to resist but not too weak to stop crying. God, this is pathetic. And scary, And not like those movies about hot killers and half-naked girls.
You’re not a final girl material because instead of fighting him and slamming your knee in his dick again, you get even further on his hands, hoping he would be able to hold you in place like you wanted it.
— Not sure if I should call you a Kitten or a good girl. What do you prefer?
He pushes his large, calloused hand to your face, smearing blood all over your cheeks once again. You cringe, your nose gets the fragrance of blood and decay from his skin – the weirdest fucking perfume that you hope to never smell again. Sobbing softly, you allow him to press his hands on your body, to roam around freely, like you were his fucking treat and not a real person with wants and desires.
— Fuck you.
— It’s Horangi’s job, girl. Not yours, ja?
He laughs plentifully, getting you in his hands. You shiver under his touch, not wanting his fingers anywhere near your abused body – they got you off one time exactly, and you wish never to come from your captor’s toucher. You don’t even want to look at Max, too scared to ever see his lifeless, cold face – terrified of the deep path you feel towards him. Like nothing has happened, like he wasn’t one of your friends. You don’t feel anything besides being tired, and you can’t begin to unwrap all the complex feelings behind your assholish friend group deaths.
Jenny and Chad are still out here, still could get help – but they were ignoring every one of your pleads, not wanting to ruin their nice vacation with your dumb panic. Deep down, you almost feel like screwing these fucking assholes and hoping that they would get impaled by a large freaking stick, preferably in the middle of very lame and satisfying sex. Preferably…
— König, I thought we agreed of not letting her out.
— You’re going hunting, and I need company.
— She could run, you know. You’re too soft on her.
— I can break her ankle! She won’t run then.
König’s voice is so cheerful you actually feel nauseous. He is smiling and laughing, and they both hug before the shorter guy gets out – you can’t even begin to remember the outline of their house because, honestly, serial killers shouldn’t have houses this nice. Ruch wood, probably painted with blood, some hunting trophies, probably incrusted with human bones and remains of their victims, a lot of silly little knickknacks that are probably trophies from the previous groups of dumb college kids…
Shit, no matter how much you wanted to say that this place looks horrible and straight out of a horror movie, it still looks nice. You wonder if it could be scored for a low price, with all the disappearing in the woods around it. You wonder if they started to kill people to make the house cheaper and buy it for half a Euro and a firm handshake.
König grabs you like a plush toy, squeezing you in his magnificent, strong chest, almost making you choke on his boobs as you just desperately try to breathe. He smells like masculinity, too much male perfume and blood – you tuck your face closer to his neck, trying to see if you could, perhaps, bite through his blood stream and vampire your way out of this place, but he only laughs, feeling your teeth on his skin as a form of foreplay. You didn’t want foreplay, you wanted to fucking kill him, maul him to death, do everything in your power to drop him on his back and perform acts that would be not only concerning to feminism but humanity as a whole.
He drops you on the couch before you can sink your teeth into his shoulder, leaving perfect teeth marks on the pale skin of his body. You heard somewhere that human bites are actually incredibly dangerous and call make you ill – you also hoped that you could somehow get rabies from that one poor rodent lying dead on the ground, and so you would be able to transfer the disease to these two fuckers.
You hoped that Karen would give them all the STDs that are possibly could be transmitted.
You hoped that Max would annoy the shit out of them before he died.
You hoped…but it’s useless now, isn’t it? You are sitting on the couch, your captor keeping a firm hand on your thigh, his erection still hard in his pants – you refuse to look at it, you’re better than this, but, oh god, you had no idea a dick could be this dick and don’t prod through pants. You feel like a house dog that was allowed to sit on the soft furniture for the first time in her life, and you hate it. With a groan and, perhaps, a bit of an angry yelp, you fall to the ground.
König smiles immediately – and pushes your face between his legs, perhaps thinking that you just died to suck him off. You wince, both from disgust and fear. Your jaw is still sore, and you aren’t sure how you can still close it.
— Such an eager girl, ja? I will give you what you want then.
Come to think of it, while he is relaxed and his partner is out of the house, you could try to bite his dick off. It should give you a headstart to run and find a weapon to eliminate one of the problems. Then, again, it would require you to put his dick in your mouth again.
Your jaw pleaded to just allow him to fuck your pussy instead.
Your pussy pleaded to just give him your ass, to not risk being pregnant.
Your ass…yeah, you’re not trying anal for the first time with a guy who can swing his dick like a baseball bat and kill some unhappy campers with it.
With the swiftness of the wind, you get up, sitting on the couch in the most modest pose you can imagine. You threw away a couple of pillows in the process – nice pillows, soft pillows, pillows you couldn’t imagine in the house of not just two killers but two military dudes who don’t seem like the type to like everything soft and cute. Besides you, you guess – or they always get one of their victims as leverage or a fucked up pet until they are fully committed to just killing you and eating what is left of your remains.
König only laughs, getting a hand over your shoulders and pressing you closer to him. You don’t want to, but you’re basically naked, save for your underwear and torn jeans, and he is warm. You don’t need a blanket when you have his hot flesh next to your skin – you suppress a smile, trying your best not to fall into their clutches. You’re tired, yes, but it’s not an excuse to be a whore! There are many more convenient moments to be a slut and this one is not it. They killed your friends!
Your asshole friends.
— You have any movie preferences?
He has to repeat his question a few times, you’re too lost in thought to actually listen. Only when he pinched your thigh, no doubt leaving a bruise, you kinda jumped in place, only barely containing a pathetic whimper. His fingers just started to gently squeeze and play with soft flesh, only making everything more warm and twisted and painful.
— No slashers.
He chuckles, pressing his hand deeper into your inner thigh. You try to close your legs, not wanting to invite his fingers in, but he just rests his fingertips on the border of torn jeans, gently brushing it over the sensitiveness of your skin. You gulp, suppressing any reaction.
— No slashers. Gut. I, too, prefer the real thing.
Shiver rund down your spine. God, you need to get out of here, not play house with a murderer! A handsome murderer who killed your asshole friends and who was also kinda nice(not killing you, that is) and even saved you from being too hurt and even allowed you on the couch and even…god, you’re a miserable shell of a woman and the greatest speedrunner of the Stockholm syndrome in the world.
Your body sinks into the couch that smells like a mix between a frat house and a meat fridge.
He turns on the TV, placing something dumb and loud. You don’t even want to look, but you’re bored, and you don’t want him to think you are letting him off the hook with your observant nature – you look at him, quietly as he intensely watches a…
A familiar melody fills the room. You actually need to wait a few seconds, blink, and then look at the screen again. God, is he fucking serious right n-
You are sitting in the house in the middle of a murder forest, with the dead body of your friend rotting in the basement of said house, you were forced to have sex with the killers of the said friends, and now you’re kidnapped in the said house…and the killer just turned on fucking Encanto for you.
— It’s popular among girls your age, right?
You want to say that, among normal college female population, porn would be far more suitable to watch. The guy looks older than you, for sure, mature, with a rugged face and scars and that perfect stubble and touches of silver in his ginger hair, and…shit, you’re dreaming of his rough handsomeness again. Quick, think about your dead friend.
— I’m not 5.
— You act like you’re 5.
— Wh…what do you mean?
— You left your friends to die, you don’t care that we can hurt you…
— I care that you can hurt me!
— You’re silly, Liebling. A normal person would try to run away three times already.
— You said you’d break my ankles.
— I will. Still, you look like you prefer this place more, ja? You can watch dumb shows and eat whatever you want and never worry about…whatever you were doing before.
— I don’t! I…this is stupid.
— You’re a bit dumb, Schatzen. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.
He smiles as he ruffles your hair again, his hand goes to gently cup your face and cover it with hungry, sloppy kisses. You can’t even focus on the cartoon on the screen because he is basically devouring your lips right now, forcing you to open your mouth and invite him in – you don’t want him to bite you, you are hurt enough without that kind of contribution. You feel dizzy, dehydrated, you are still exhausted, and you’d want nothing more but to close your eyes and allow him to do whatever he wants with your lifeless body.
You want to roll to the side, hug the pillow, and watch Encanto on pair with some trash TV about housewives killing each other over a garden salad. You don’t want to think about your dead friends because they are dead, you are alive, and your lips are getting crushed as he forces the kiss to be more deep, as he brings his hand to gently squeeze your waist and brush over your back.
You are flushed by the end of the kiss, König grins sluggishly as you are panting, shocked, excited and a bit overwhelmed. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t even think about biting his tongue off – which sounded a bit stupid right now, yes, he would probably just kill you for trying, but you could at least…you could at least close your lips and don’t allow him to kiss you like an excited puppy who just loves loves loves covering your face with his saliva.
Like a dig with a boner, König presses wet lips all over your face and head – in your hair, on your temple, gently brushing over your forehead and cheeks, making sure that he traces his lips over every last bit of blood that he left on your skin. He grunts in the kiss, something more like a guttural moan, and you never knew that just the motion of simple, sloppy kisses can make a man so excited – you are scared and just a little bit curious. Just how much he wants to touch his victim.
König gently places you down on the couch, forcing you to sit straight. He picks up one of the fallen decor pillows and throws it into your hands, allowing you to have something to fidget with. He almost looks guilty, anxious, that barbaric, rugged face is red with embarrassment and sadness as he can’t really do anything nice with you right now, can’t play with you like he wants to. God, König would give up a lot to just fuck you raw on this couch, to forget about your stupid friends and make you their nice little couple addition – but he promised, he knows he is, and you’re too sensitive and overwhelmed to take him like this now.
König can bet that you’d be so tight he wouldn’t even get a finger in. Breaking you in should feel fucking amazing.
— Can’t fuck you right now, Schatzi. Promised my tiger we would share you.
He smiles guilty, boyish, that dumb smile brings heat to your cheeks again. You turn away from him, feeling his hands keeping you in place firmly – but otherwise, he allows you to just watch the movie, getting lost in the plot you saw a couple dozen times.
You are watching the movie, and König is watching you.
— You aren’t sad?
— About what? You can sense a certain level of nervousness in his tone. You lick your lips, hugging the pillow closer to your face so he won’t be able to read your expressions.
— That we can’t fuck right now.
— I don’t want to have sex at all.
— You came stronger than I did.
— It’s a…ph…physical reaction. I didn’t want it.
— You don’t sound convinced.
He is drilling the dangerous thoughts in your head. The desire to just empty your brain and allow them to take the lead, the desire of your mind to simply shut down from all of the horrors you already saw. This is an apathetic stance – you don’t see a point in fighting after you see what they are capable of, and you certainly don’t see the point in ever trying again. Still, you somehow want them to stop, just so you can stop worrying about falling for their trap and stop being a good person who cares for her friends.
You feel like almost falling asleep, dozing off on the couch – not because you feel safe or warm, but because your body is simply refusing to reach anymore, too exhausted to produce even the most basic self-reservation instincts. König forces your head on his lap, gently stroking your tear-stained face.
When Horangi returns home with a bloody axe and Jenny, kicking and screaming in his hold, you are fully asleep on König’s lap.