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I want Simon to bully me like this.

OHH MY GOD WIFE YES ABSOLUTELY YESS

simon's so big too, pressing everything on you. in you.

the way simon's bulk shrouds your own ⁠– and you're not even small. petite has never been a word used on you but simon's built like a fucking tank, heavy and wide in all the right places⁠—

just like this, with his cock hammering into you in shorts bursts. all he could do is lay there, on you, humping in your cunt in blunt strokes. he followed your toppling, caging you in the warm press of his flesh until simon is all that you're feeling. all that you're hearing; breathless in his bloating euphoria, grunting in an animalistic heat.

it's not like you're faring any better; choking on your squeals, pussy fluttering because you swear that simon's fucked it raw. fucked it to the point that pain and pleasure have begun to explode in tandem, racing in a matching pace like you're being liquified.

unmade, then remade ⁠– there, on his cock, with all of him pressing on you.

words and colours stopped meaning anything to you as you lay there, carrying the brunt of simon's affections. his love, etched into your very pore as he fills you up with his cum once more; another load to cherish.

it's catastrophic.

it's something that has never been done to you before.

like this, simon's truly ruined you for everyone else.

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being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

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simon’s not a virgin by any means, but the first time he sinks his thick cock into your tight, sweet little cunt, he absolutely loses it.

the sugary tone in which you gave him permission to fuck you after he asked, begged you so nicely, like he was even deserving of it.

how he has to bite down on the rugged knuckle of his fist when he presses the head of his cock to your soaked cunny, failing to stifle down his groans but already too fucked-out to care whatsoever once he bottoms out (or at least as much of his cock he’s able to fit in).

the way his name spills from your puffy lips when he finally starts to move, just barely an inch in and out with each ‘thrust’ because you’re just so fucking warm and welcoming and he doesn’t want to separate from you for even a split moment.

how your fingertips lightly graze between the divots of his flexed, pronounced abs, nails raking over his skin with a softness no one has ever shown him. he’s turning greedy for you; needs more and more.

you turn dumb in a matter of seconds. so dumb, in fact, you haven’t even noticed he finished inside you the instant his cock was fully sheathed within your tummy, and how he’s already coaxing out his second load to join the first one fucked deep into your womb.

and you can’t even blame him, considering he was fucked utterly stupid from the moment he set eyes on you :(

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sending simon a “care package” while he’s on deployment, but in lieu of non-perishable food and toiletries, you send him erotic photos and his favourite pair of your lace knickers.

he thanks you the following afternoon with a string of blurry videos of him jerking off in his bunk, muffled moans escaping clamped lips and a massive, veiny hand pumping his flushed cock.

when he comes, his meaty thighs tremble, as does the camera. you don’t see much, save for the splatter of white against his skin as he groans and sighs — a bestial thing ripped from his throat — and your knickers wrapped around him.

and when he returns from deployment, with pallor skin and sunken eyes, he leaves no room for you to question what could be wrong — because the second he enters your home, he’s forcing you against the wall and fucking your starved cunt for as long as he can manage, making up for all those precious months lost :(

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FWB!Keegan who you slept with one night after getting drunk at a wedding

FWB!Keegan who had no problem with continuing the friendship and the sex

FWB!Keegan who always knew you better than anyone else and knows your sensitive spots now too.

FWB!Keegan who lets you bother him at any time of the day just for sex.

Oh, and it’s sex. No quickies, fucks, or cockwarming. Intimate sex.

FWB!Keegan who knows you so well know that he makes fun of you because you can never ride him for too long because you get tired

FWB!Keegan who bets you $100 if you can make him cum, but you have to ride him.

You who accepts the challenge because you’re sure you can do it and can prove him wrong, so you can get the money so you can buy yourself a sweet treat.

FWB!Keegan who says “y’got this?” with the biggest smirk as he lays back and guides himself into you. His voice is condescending and it makes you want to prove him wrong even more.

“mhm” you nod. “I’m getting that Benjamin” you say confidently and start moving. Rocking your hips against his and riding his thick cock.

“Careful, you’ll get tired” Keegan warns when you go faster, his hands are behind his head as he watches you. He knows your tells, your hips have already stuttered a few times and he knows there’s more to come.

“Will not” you huffed and bounced harder and faster in spite of him. Just to prove him wrong. He was so losing those $100.

“mhm…” he hummed, his hands resting on your waist now that you’ve laid on his chest. your head nuzzled on the slope of his neck. “how you doin baby?” Keegan says, rubbing your back. Your thighs are burning, so tired that you’ve resorted to small hums and whines instead of back talking and making jabs at Keegan.

“Tired” you whispered, panting softly as you take a break and let your legs rest. “i can tell,” he smiled to himself.

“need me to finish your job?” he asks, smirking at your hum and the gentle squeeze around his cock. He started moving, in and out, he starts slow trying to ease you back into your earlier pace.

“Y’did good, baby, so good” he whispers, kissing your head. Smiling as he feels you reach your climax and listens to your moans.

“my pretty girl…” he mumbles as he spills his load in you.

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He made a mess for you💕

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No bc like imagine you are in a trial right right, but you spawn with ONLY a slightly big tee shirt and panties and so Danny (ghost face) is like GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY and tickles you where the sun doesn’t shine :3 only do this after you do my Ada request though .. (just kitten I know that will never get finished)

IM SORRRYY I GOT LIKE HALFWAY DONE WITH THE ADA ONE AND LOST MOTIVATION I SWEAR ILL FINISH IT SOMETIME SOON 😓🙏🙏

dark paradise

DANNY JOHNSON X fem!reader

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary: you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe

warnings: nsfw obvi, p in v, rough sex, creampie, butt slapping a little, degrading, stab wounds(NO WOUND FUCKING), steve harrington…😟

nsfw content below!!

You felt absolutely humiliated, to say the least. The Entity had decided to wreak havoc on you and send you to a trial in nothing but some shitty horror tee and the tiniest shorts you’ve ever worn.

Being sent to the Red Forest made it even worse, your shirt all wet and damp from the musty air and rain, making the fabric cling onto your skin. Your teammates weren’t to shy with their obvious glances at your chest and how your ass was hanging out.

“Quit it.” You huffed, scowling as you worked on a generator alongside Steve. Fucking Steve, one of the biggest flirts around here.

He rolls his eyes and does a mocking surrender of his hands, before grinning at you.

“It’s not my fault you got sent here looking like a model! Like damn, girl.” He snickers, nudging you with his hips. You glare at him, trying to hold back your laugh.

“It’s not funny!” You whine, curling your knees to your chest slightly to help yourself with the cold. You were shivering. Feeling the wet floor press against your butt had you cringing, but you’d rather have a mud-covered ass then hypothermia.

“It kinda is,” He hums. Another few moments pass as the two of you work on the generator, an eye out for any killer. The trial had just begun so you had no idea who it was yet. A small part of you hoped it would be Danny.

You had no idea what you and Danny were, but he would always let you live, as long as you have him some kisses and maybe a little hook up session. And you weren’t even against it, he was good with that monster in his pants and his words.

Steve suddenly makes a mistake and next thing you know the generator blows up in both of your faces, making you yelp and back up. You turn to him slowly with a pissed off expression.

“Seriously?”

He offers a weak grin.

“Can you blame me? You look very distracting—“

He gets interrupted when suddenly a knife is pushed through his back, making him scream and fall forward. You gasp loudly, stumbling back and hugging yourself. You shiver as the wet rain making your hair sticks to your face, your thin shirt hugging your breasts.

“Don’t talk bout her like that, fuckin’ moron.” The tall man huffs, the black robe and shrieking mask making you relax. You relaxed only for a moment before realizing he was about to kill one of your friends.

“Danny!” You stepped forward, trying to get him to stop from stabbing the shit out of Steve. “He was just joking, c’mon.” You huff, frowning up at the taller man.

He gazes down at you, eyes under his mask widening as your barely covered form presses against his body. From his angle he could see down your shirt, your nipples poking through the shirt brushing against his chest. His breath hitched as he reluctantly steps away from the bleeding out Steve, before turning back towards you and grabbing you around the waist.

“Let’s go, now.” He grunts, dragging you towards the cabin.

Barely twenty minutes later, he had you bent over one of log tables in the cabin, his cock deep inside your small cunt. Your shorts hung off your ankles, your panties pushed to the side.

His grunting was loud and raspy, his hands holding you around your waist to steady your trembling body. He pushed his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, his large fingers rubbing your skin.

He had made sure to bunch your shirt above your chest, not even bothering to fully undress you. Seeing you all damp with those tiny pajamas sticking to your soft skin had him all hot and bothered, with no care in the world other then shoving himself inside you as soon as possible.

“Shut up, whore.” He grumbles quietly, panting from behind you as he keeps thrusting his hips into you from behind. His grip on you was tight, bruising probably.

“Danny…” You moan softly, eyes rolled back to the back of your sockets, mouth hanging open each time his tip presses against that sweet spot all the way in the back of your pussy. It felt so good, getting slutted out by this masked murderer.

You couldn’t even care that your friends blood was getting all over you. All that mattered was how he felt, inside you and on your skin. How his cock hit deeper then anyone ever could, and how he whispered such dirty things that had you clenching down.

“Dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” He grunts, his thrusts hardening. He starts to gain speed, groaning at how tight you were around him, like a fucking anaconda.

“Don’t act surprised that you got bent over, bitch. You knew what was gon’ happen the second you saw me, dirty little slut, flashing those tits at me—“ He reaches one of his hands to grab the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Dannnnny!” You mewl from under him, panting and moaning as he kept going. He grabs one of your legs and puts your knee up on the table, managing to shove his cock deeper inside you. He hums at how you clench down from the new angle, a mocking grin on his face.

“Good lil’ girl, keep takin’ my cock like this and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He snickers darkly.

“Y-Yes, mhm, I’ll be your good girl.” You sigh heavily as he pushes himself deeper once again, having your eyes daze at his good it felt. You were so thankful the generator in the cabin had already been completed, or else the fear of someone walking in would of been haunting you.

His hand roughly slaps your butt, making you whine and clench down. He groans at that and let’s go of your hair, going back to holding your waist and pushing your body down into the table. His thrusts continue, your moans leaving your throat like a broken record.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, please, can I?” You whimper desperately, hands scratching and clawing at the able in hopes of finding something to hold onto. You could feel your orgasm nearing, making you clench down greatly around his cock, earning a raspy moan from the man behind you.

“Y-Yeah, fuck, let it go sweetie.” He mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he works on making you cum.

Without another second, you let out a shaky cry and cum over his cock, your walls milking him dry. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back to muffle his noises. He releases his thick load inside your pussy, his hands reaching up to push down on your shoulders.

A few minutes pass as the two of you relax from your high. Once he’s felt that you’ve calmed down enough, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the feeling. He stares at your wet pussy and how both your cum dripped out, a small chuckle leaving him.

He steps back and tugs your panties back up, making you cringe as he makes sure none of it falls out of your hole.

“..Danny… C’mon—s’yucky!” You whine as he helps you out your clothes back on. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

“Shut it. Lucky I didn’t cum all over your face.” He gives you a little pat on the cheek. You roll your eyes before reluctantly smiling and pulling him in for a kiss. He hums and kisses back, his large hands going to rub your waist.

You had no idea what the two of you were, fuck buddies, lovers? Maybe in another life you could of maybe lived a normal life, not one where one was a serial killer. Maybe a journalist. Danny Johnson sounds like a journalist name. You’d call him Jed as a nickname, you though, it would fit him.

You both slowly part, his hand going to pull his mask back down. He slaps your butt and pushes the towards the door, smirking.

“Until next time, sweetheart. Better get to the gates before it’s too late.” He tsk’s.

once again i didn’t proofread cuz i’m LAZYYY

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könig: könig gives you the fattest creampie pathetic!könig

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living with kidnapper könig, you fear of him, even though you know you'll never get out, seeing the dark, tall forest that surrounds the small, wooden cabin in which he keeps you, the only reminder of the world outside is your ability to look through the frosted glass window, you still run away from him like a little rabbit.

hiding from him in all corners of the rooms, curling up and imagining that neither he nor you are here, poisoning your head with hopes of salvation, even when könig finds you again and again, pulling you into his strong, beefy arms, stroking you on the head like a cute, docile pet and cooing that he was looking for you everywhere.

you don't know why he doesn't hurt you, doesn't beats you, doesn't humiliate you, doesn't break you, he treats you like something tiny and weak, behaving as if you couldn't cope without his help, in feeding, in changing, in washing, even if you allow your arms and legs to twitch in response to his touch, hitting him, könig only bends and kisses your feet, asking if you hurt yourself, schatz.

he wants to have something of his own, forever his own, to the point of greedy trembling in his fingers when he strokes your soft, innocent body, clean, covered only with his quivering, sloppy kisses with which he wears down every part of your skin, under your teary, glossed eyes, over each of your moles, each bone, over something so intimate like your clothed pussy.

you shouldn't let him touch you there, slobber like a mutt over your panties, now embarrassingly sticky with his drool and your seeping slick, sticking to your puffy, fluttering folds when könig spreads them with a tip of his fat, lolled tongue, slurping wetly, making your supple thighs squirm, squeeze around his head, pulling a pleased rumble from his throat.

könig can't make you moan, but he does, making your vocal chords sing song squeaky, syrupy keens when your tummy cramps, heaves with this intense, fizzing heat that makes you tremble, toes curling, twitching, as you hiccup strained cries while gushing in your panties, letting him taste it, get addicted to your sweet sounds and viscous slick.

shouldn't end up bundled in his predatory, pawing grasp, but you're still here, huddled against his burly chest, while he kisses those glistening, thin streaks of tears that wet your warm cheeks, rough thumb rubbing round circles over your hip bone, as könig soothes you with hoarse words of praise, building a shaky foundation of trust, while you slowly doze off.

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Hiii!! could you PLEASE write a male!reader x Ram drabble or fic or whatever about Ram annihilating the reader with some degrating elements and description of the size of Ram's cock (which is VERY big ). Im sorry if this seems too pushy but IM DESPERATE ANYWAY ILOVE YOUR WORK!!

!! NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!

"Brats need to learn to behave." His hips connected against your ass, his tone dripping with malice as he forcefully pushes inside of you.

The gag in your mouth prevents you from speaking back and instead, the mixture of whines and moans fill Ramattra's receptors. You can't even fight back. Your head buried into the pillow, wrists bound behind your back that he's holding a little too tightly for your liking.

"Look at you." There was no pity in his voice, he doesn't care about how you're feeling. He knows it hurts, he knows he's too big, but that doesn't stop him from pounding into you at a brutal pace.

His other hand grabs at your ass, pawing at the soft flesh as he watches the black and purple synthetic cock slide in and out of you. Your muffled whines only fuel him more as he pushes against you to lean down, faceplate pressed against your ear.

"You will learn." He slides one hand over your hips, around your side before he wraps his fingers around your own member, index finger rubbing your precum around the slit. The motion alone makes your eyes shut tight and moan around the gag but all too soon he lets go only to resume his punishment.

"Brats do not deserve pleasure."

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Free use with Perv!König. (🌽 link)

MDNI 18+

König can't help the way he yearns to have you, the undeniable and insatiable crave intensifying each day. He's always touching you, his grimey and grubby hands wandering down your figure, trailing back and forth over your stiffening, perky nipples — an attempt at getting you slick enough so he can rut his growing cock against your wet slit. He'll distract you from your work, push his creamy head against your soft lips while you're on the phone with someone.

He adores the thrill and anticipation that comes with demanding a sloppy blowjob from you while you're distracted and calling a coworker of yours, the hypnotising and unforgettable sensation of having his meaty, hard cock warmed by you. He'll drive his sturdy hips against your face gently, sliding his cock down your tight throat before retreating with a mischievous grin curling the sides of his scarred lips when you glare and scowl at him.

Oh, you don't have time to have sex with König because you're busy with work? Well, that's alright! Just spread your plush thighs and allow him to drag and stroke his warm, slick tongue between your drooling folds. Or open your little mouth, he'll find pleasure and satisfaction down your gummy, tight throat. Oh, you're cooking dinner? Just bend over and angle your hips slightly... Just like that. Let him have his way with you, Taube.

Free use means he can take you wherever and whenever. Even if you're reading a book, too engrossed to entertain his depraved and perverted thoughts. He'll part your thighs and grind the head of his thick, twitching boner into the warmth and wetness of your leaking pussy, determined to catch your attention.

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If this video doesn't scream Loser!König, then I don't know what does. (🌽 link)

MDNI 18+ — GETTING LOSER!KÖNIG OFF.

König wouldn't dare turn down your generous offer. Women avoid König like the plague, act as if he's infectious and contagious, and snarl at him when he attempts to engage in a conversation. Perhaps, it's due to his unsightly appearance, not fitting the ideal beauty standards with a large, Roman nose and scars littering his pale, freckled skin.

You? You're entertained, amused by his creepiness. Sure, he's pushy and has no concept of social cues and what's acceptable and what not — that it's highly inappropriate to plead with women for sex nonstop. He's nothing but humiliated the next morning after coming to the realisation of his sick behaviour.

König could barely string a coherent sentence together at your offer. König could only dream of this moment. He craves and longs for a woman's touch, to be held and toyed with, to feel your soft hands around his large, hung cock. But, he sure as hell wasn't going to miss out on an opportunity like this, that's for sure. It didn't take long for König to unfasten his belt and jeans, already pulling his hefty, growing boner from the tightness of his boxers. You grinned eagerly, admiring the sight of his lengthy, hard cock in front of you, with his breathing out of control and laborious.

“Please, give it to me, Mauschen...” He managed to huff out between strained groans. Your smaller fingers wrapped around the base of his girthy boner, with your lips pressed against his sticky tip. You giggled, your tongue collecting the pearly beads of arousal that oozed from his head. He whined, earning yourself an animalistic growl from the giant before you. He bucked into your hands desperately, with the texture of your skin leaving him delirious, especially in comparison to his rough, scarred hands. He heaved and panted like a filthy mutt in heat, choking on his words with each delicate, gentle, and careful stroke to his weeping dick. “Heilige Scheiße, mehr, gib mir mehr...–”

He's hypnotised each stroke, the gentleness and care in your touch, your sweet words, and the tender and playful kisses to the tip of his creamy dick. Fuck, look what you've done. He's attached now, little mouse, and he'll make sure he gets more, that's for sure.

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Extra Lesson

Pair: König x chubby!f!reader

CW: office!AU, tech support!König, soft yandere!König, manipulations, dark fic, masturbation, fingering, sex toys, kidnapping, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, unprotected PiV sex, implied oral sex (m!receiving), barely edited, adorable oblivious chubby reader.

Summary: You've finally learned your lesson. If you want something, all you have to do is ask. He'll give you everything you could ever dream of. Ask, birdie. Ask. One word is enough. But be specific in your wishes, because he takes them literally. And if you ask him to destroy you, be prepared, because that is exactly what he will do.

Word count: 5,257.

A/n: Hi there! And we are finally done! To be honest, this part was a bit of a struggle for me, haha. I am not very comfortable describing penetrative sex, but I hope I did a decent job. This is where the story ends. If you have any ideas for extra drabbles, you can share them in ask or comments. Please, enjoy!

Part 1 | Previous part

Last night had divided your life into “before” and “after”. Even your kidnapping hadn’t changed your brain chemistry as much as König’s strong fingers in your pussy. Now you thought only about what else he could do to you. Or what you could do to him.

Memories washed over you like a hot wave. It was as if you were not yourself. How greedily you impaled yourself, now on his fingers, now on the toy. In fact, he practically did nothing, he just extended a helping hand to you. And even that was enough to drive you crazy. What will happen to you when he takes complete control over you? When he decides where, how and at what speed to touch you. When he decides when and how many times you cum. When he gives you orders in that deep voice of his, a strict tone that does not tolerate objections. And how one day you disobey him out of curiosity, so that he could punish you. Oh, what else could his huge hands do? How would you scream when his hot palms slapped your ass?

Your thoughts refused to switch to other topics. You were eating breakfast, and you were wiggling your ass on his lap, realizing that the only barrier between his cock and your pussy was a couple of thin layers of fabric. He was holding out a fork with a piece of omelet to your mouth, and you were already imagining how your lips would close on the head of his cock. He was dabbing the corners of your lips with a napkin from vanilla cream, and you were imagining how he would wipe his own cum from your face. You were lost to the world.

You secretly hoped that after what happened, König would take the initiative, touch and squeeze you. Gods, you hoped that he would bend you over the dining table and fuck you so hard that your legs wouldn’t hold out. But no. He was still kind to you, caring, and all his touches were certainly very gentle, without a hint of passion. He did not try to grab your ass, did not slide his fingers between your legs, did not try to bite your neck. He did not even try to kiss you on the lips!

In his every action, in every gesture, in every look and in every word you saw either a hint or teasing. It reached the point of absurdity: you thought that he put on a tight T-shirt again just to seduce you (although all his T-shirts were the same, and you knew it).

It was approaching lunchtime, you were sitting on his lap on the couch, and you could not stop fidgeting. You hoped that your awkward movements would turn him on, but, frankly, you had no idea what to do to turn on a man.

“Princess, are you uncomfortable? Do you want to sit next to me?”

There was no hint of mockery in his voice, only innocent, sincere concern.

“It's okay,” you muttered and fell silent, folding your arms across your chest.

Your irritation grew and you began to twitch your leg nervously. It would seem that your hunger should have been satisfied for some time: two mind-blowing orgasms after two weeks of abstinence should have calmed you down a little. But no, things only got worse. Now all you could think about was how to get into his pants. Like an obsessed rabbit during mating season.

Hot palms fall on your hips, and you freeze, looking at his fingers. Really?.. You are already imagining how his hands slide higher, when suddenly he simply lifts you up and sits you down next to him. König turns his whole body to you, takes your palms in his and looks into your face. His gaze is very serious, he does not smile and does not try to tease you. He is really worried.

“Princess, i’m worried. I want to know what‘s going on in your sweet little head.” 

You remain silent, blinking your eyes stupidly. How can you say that you want him? That you want him to pounce on you and fuck you like a cheap whore? That you want him to fuck your brains out, so not a single thought left in your skull except for thoughts of him and how good he makes you feel?

You shake your head and lower it, staring at your bare knees. Wishing he would put his huge hot palm on your knee and slowly, teasingly, rise higher and higher...

The fingers you dreamed about and which you seemed to still feel inside you, tighten on your jaw. König lifts your face sharply and comes so close that the tip of his nose practically touches yours. You see furious lights in his eyes. And everything in your stomach turns over.

“I will say this once, Princess, and I will not repeat it even to you twice,” he hissed through clenched jaws. “Do not even try to hide anything from me. All your actions, your words, thoughts, feelings and desires - all of them belong to me. No lies, no omissions, do you understand me?”

You nod quickly, not daring to even blink. You should be terrified, you should be scared. But you literally melt, you feel how your body relaxes and goes limp, how desire flares up in you with renewed vigor, and “Yes, Master” almost escapes from your lips.

“I'll ask for the last time,” König warns, looking you in the eyes expressively. He really means it. “What's going on?”

You hesitate and drag out the answer. Part of you is still capable of feeling shame and embarrassment, but the other wants to honestly admit it, because... He cares about you! Satisfies all your needs. You could have asked for drinks and delicious foods. So why can't you ask him to please you with his mouth?

“I want more,” you whisper.

He only squints, not understanding what you mean.

“Explain yourself.”

“Since last night, my head has been filled with dirty thoughts. I can't think of anything else. And you act like nothing happened, like it meant nothing to you, and I…”

He shuts you up unceremoniously with a kiss. Aggressively, he bites into your lips. His fingers are still clutching your jaw. For some reason, you can’t breathe, and you’re almost passing out when he finally pulls away. His gaze is still serious, but the corner of his mouth is raised in a predatory smirk.

“How many more times do I have to tell you for you to get it?” His smirk becomes more predatory. “You just.” A kiss. “Need.” A kiss. “To ask. Come on, princess. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Like yesterday. You were so brave. And you were rewarded for it. Come on. Speak.” His fingers tighten, and his voice drops to a threatening growl.

“I want you to touch me.”

Oh, no, honey, you won't get off that easy.

You realized with horror that he really wasn't going to spare you today. He was going to force you to tell him exactly what you wanted from him, and if you refused, he would either punish you or leave you unsatisfied. You couldn't let that happen. And if you had to act like a bitch in heat to get what you wanted, that's what you were going to act like.

“I want you to throw me down on the couch, spread my legs, and lick me so hard I'll forget my name,” you blurted out, trying not to think about how vulgar and disgustingly obscene you sounded.

Konig groaned. He closed his eyes, clearly running your words through his head over and over again, and you thought he might come without touching himself, just by doing that. The right answer was right under your nose all the time - to be honest and open, because that's what he always wanted from you. For you to openly tell him about your desires. Why did you have to torment yourself like that if you could either ask him or just jump on him and ride him until your legs give out? It's good that you have him. At least someone with brains.

Although, you couldn't tell from his eyes that there was even one coherent thought left in his skull.

You flop down on the couch. You don't have time to realize what's happening, and your T-shirt is already lifted, your legs are lying on König's shoulders, and his hot breath is blowing heat into your wet pussy. Without ceremony, without trying to prolong the pleasure or tease you, he gets down to business. His wide tongue covers you entirely, and your whole body shudders from the long-awaited caress. He literally drools all over your pussy, you feel his saliva mixed with your arousal flowing down to your ass. You close your eyes and throw your head back, not noticing how you dig your heels into his back, pressing, pulling him closer to you.

There is no exquisite technique or divine mastery in his movements. He simply eats you with a frantic appetite. As if he has never tasted anything tastier, anything sweeter in his life. He kisses your clit, caresses your labia with his tongue, bites, sucks, rubs his tongue, and moans. Moans with bliss. Moans even louder than you.

Oh, darling, he hasn’t thought about your pleasure. The second his tongue touched your slick, when his brain realized your taste, he was lost, reduced to a hungry, dumb beast. He will eat you. Devour you whole. Will not leave a single piece of you.

The first orgasm hits you unexpectedly. It's not very strong, but it's no less sweet. You squeeze König's head with your thighs, shuddering with your whole body, covering his face with your juices. If someone less physically developed were in his place, you would have broken his neck. But König is strong enough to endure it. And even more.

He doesn't stop for a second. He doesn't slow down his movements, continuing to furiously attack your most sensitive parts with his tongue. The pleasure begins to border on pain, and you try to weakly push his head away from your hyper-sensitive pussy. You might as well try to move a mountain. He growls discontentedly, grabbing your hips with his hands and pressing into you even harder, as if in spite concentrating his attacks on your clit. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, it hurts, but the second orgasm is coming against your will, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

The second wave is devastating. You thrash from side to side, trying to pull away, crawl away, push König away with your hands, your feet, all your limbs together. Tears are streaming down your cheeks. It hurts, you need a break, you can't take it anymore.

“Please, König, let go, that's enough, it hurts.”

But he doesn't hear. Your moans, your cries of sharp, painful pleasure, your convulsive gasps - all of this is music to his ears. He squeezes you tighter, leaving bruises on your skin, squeezing your plump flesh as if his life depended on it.

The next orgasm doesn't bring you joy, it's pure torture. All your nerves are pierced by an electric current, your muscles are tense to the limit, you are shaking, arching. Your face is smeared with tears, snot and drool, you are in such chaos, you are in so much pain, so bad, and you can’t do anything to stop it. The feeling of helplessness goes from exciting to terrifying. What if he doesn’t stop? With each passing second, the agony is getting stronger.

Another orgasm, a scream tears through your lungs, you no longer have the strength to resist, your body goes limp and you resign yourself to your fate. This agony cannot be stopped, it will continue forever, it will drive you crazy, it will be your death. You lose touch with reality, feeling only the flame between your legs. Only incoherent muttering escapes from your lips.

Suddenly it all ends.

“Princess, what is your name?” the sarcasm oozes from his words, you turn your face to him wearily and look into his eyes with confusion. “What is your name?” he repeats his question.

What is your name? He knows your name perfectly well! He called you by name... so long ago, if you think about it. Okay, you know who you are. You!.. You... You whine pitifully, covering your face with your hands.

“I don't know,” you say between sobs.

König covers you with his huge, powerful body, and you find yourself locked in a cocoon of his strong arms. The lips that a few seconds ago tortured you with pleasure furiously and mercilessly now gently touch your forehead. The hands that held you in an iron grip, not letting you move away from the sweet torture, gently embrace you and stroke your back. You cry, cry, cry, and you can't stop. And you don't understand why you're crying. You're still shaking from the sweet pain between your legs, you can't even move your thighs from the thrill of the sensations. Who are you? What are you? Were you even someone?

“Come on, Princess, come on.” His gentle voice drives you crazy, it promises care, tenderness, a twisted version of love, and you believe it, you want everything, you want to believe all his sweet promises, because he knows what's best for you. “I just did what you asked, huh?”

You hum questioningly, unable to utter a word.

You asked me to make you forget your own name. And look, you really did forget it. See, darling? I fulfill all your wishes. And I refuse you nothing. So don't be afraid to ask.” König pauses to look you over. He pulls the hem of his T-shirt and wipes your tear-stained face with it. Without breaking eye contact, he continues: “I will do anything for you. I live for you. I will kill for you. One word from you - and any of your whims is fulfilled.”

You don't know what to say to that. And you don't even want to think about it. He is so close, his face is so close, his lips are so close. You tiredly put your palm on his cheek, stroking it gently, your gaze jumping from his lips to his eyes and back. You want to kiss him, but you don't want to ask. But you don't want to initiate a kiss either. If only he could really read your thoughts...

“Do you want to kiss?” he asks, smiling. This time there is no mockery or malice in his question. Just like in his gaze. It is full of warmth, tenderness and love. And even the lights of obsessive madness went out.

You just nod tiredly, and the next moment he touches your lips. He kisses you tenderly, affectionately, sweetly. And for so long. It’s not a violent impulse, not a violent attack. And you melt. And you don’t notice how you switch off.

You wake up a few hours later, curled up on the couch under a blanket. König is not there, which makes you anxious. You jump up and, without letting go of the blanket, go looking for him. Bedroom? Empty. Bathroom? Empty. Hallway? Empty, but his shoes are there. His room? But you can’t go into his room. You can’t, right?

You go to the closed door and listen. But you don’t hear anything. Taking a deep breath, you knock softly and shudder with your whole body when you hear a loud imperative “Come in.” You open the door and take a step into the darkness.

A table, a metal cabinet, a bunch of monitors. Three of them are turned off, while two are showing surveillance footage. From this apartment. The rooms are viewed from several angles, from several perspectives, so that no nook or cranny is left unattended. You were right: you would never be able to find a secluded corner. You awkwardly shuffle around the threshold, and König turns to you and holds out his hand.

“Come here, Princess.”

You smile nervously and approach him in small steps. As soon as you get close, he grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap. In your place.

“I was just reviewing our recording,” he says, kissing your temple and looking at the screen. You follow his gaze and see yourself sprawled on the couch with his head between your legs. Your cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment, but you don’t look away. He turns up the volume and you hear yourself moaning wildly. You hide your face in your hands, bashful. You didn't know you could make sounds like that.

“Oh, don't be shy, Princess. That was amazing. I want to cut the sound out of that video and make a ten-hour version to listen to on my headphones while I'm at work.”

You blush even more, involuntarily imagining it. König laughs softly, seeing your reaction, and hugs you even tighter.

“How sweet you are.”

You relax, melt in his arms, your mind almost completely switches off, not a single thought bothers you. You don't need to think. He will think for you. All you need to do is sit on his lap, do what he tells you, and if you want something, say it out loud right away and without embarrassment. Any of your whims. Any of your caprices. He will do everything for you. Just ask. 

“König, I want you,” you say quietly, hiding your face under the blanket. You feel a wave of trembling run through his body, his breathing getting ragged.

“And now look into my eyes,” he orders, revealling your face and grabbing your chin so that your eyes meet.

“I want you,” you repeat barely audibly. Your palm seems to cover his cheek on its own, and your fingers gently stroke his skin, sliding to his lips. You have no more doubts. You want him. You want him with your soul and body, you want him to fill your entire being, you want to breathe him in, feel his taste on your tongue, feel him deep inside your own body. You don't want to go back to a cold and lonely meaningless existence, you don't want to vegetate alone, buried under routine and everyday life, you want to be his girl, his toy, his obsession, to live and breathe only for him.

“You know the rules, Princess. Be specific.”

“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me the way you think I deserve. I want you to hold me until you're satisfied. I want you to use me for your own pleasure. I want you to destroy me.”

He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths to calm down. And when he looks at you again, you no longer see a person in front of you, you see an animal, a monster, a beast, a demon. Part of you still has time to regret what you said. He really will destroy you. But you still open your mouth obediently when he kisses you, hot and greedy, wrapping your arms around his neck when he throws the blanket off you and tears apart the T-shirt that still hides your body. He picks you up in his arms, and you wrap your legs around him. König carries you into the bedroom and lays you down on the bed.

You try to pull his T-shirt off, but to take it off, you will have to break the kiss, which you categorically do not want to do. You lift it as high as you can and run your hands over his body, studying, caressing. His nipples are so small compared to yours, but so hard, and his whole body shivers so cutely as soon as you touch them with your fingers. You want to tease him more, to turn him on, to give him as much pleasure as possible, but he intercepts your hands and presses them to the bed above your head.

He says nothing, but you can clearly read the order in his eyes: don’t move. He will do everything himself, all control belongs to him. He will take you as he sees fit. You swallow loudly, freezing in anticipation.

His huge palms slide greedily over your body. He squeezes you, kneads you like dough. If it were anyone else in his place, you would not know where to put yourself from embarrassment and shame. But with him... König looks at you with a passionate, greedy gaze, as if he wants to simultaneously squeeze you entirely in his palms or devour you, absorb you completely without a trace. It is as if he sees before him a goddess who has generously rewarded her most ardent admirer with a divine blessing. He sees all your “flaws” as “virtues”, and for the first time in your life you feel irresistible.

He covers your body with kisses, alternating them with bites. Marking his territory, leaving traces of his possession. You flinch in pain and moan in pleasure when the sharpness of his teeth is replaced by the softness of his tongue. You understand that tomorrow you will be covered in bruises, but now it does not matter at all.

You arch your back when he begins to stretch you with two fingers. You are still so sensitive from what he did to you earlier. But you will not ask him to stop.

Slowly a third finger is added. The slight pain from the stretch slowly fades with his passionate kisses. He presses his cheek to your temple, without stopping the movements of his hand, and growls in your ear:

“You are so wet for me, Princess. We don’t even need lube.”

You nod as if he asked you a question, and he only smirks in response. If you're like this now, what will happen to you when he fucks you the way you deserve?

Suddenly, König pulls away and towers over you like a huge, immobile rock. His fingers slowly leave your body and slide to the waistband of his pants. One hand pulls his pants down, the other lifts his T-shirt, revealing a strong, toned stomach. He takes his time, putting on a show for you, watching carefully as your eyes roam over his muscular body and how you bashfully avoid looking at his cock. It’s okay, darling, not all at once. He is patient and will give you time.

Without warning, he grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. Your breath catches at how huge he looks next to you. He rubs his cock against your pussy, lubricating himself with your own wetness. You begin to get nervous, you don't know if you can take him, he is bigger than any toy you have ever had. You swallow nervously and take a deep breath.

“Princess?” König calls you, and you look into his eyes. His gaze is serious. “If you really changed your mind, I can still stop. But once I start, no amount of your begging or tears will stop me.”

Your heart is swelled with love, you are overwhelmed with delight. He is ready to hold back for you, because he does not want to do this against your will! How can you say no to him? You smile and gently touch his hand squeezing your thigh.

“It's okay, I'm just worried. You are... very big…”

You feel your cheeks burning, but you hold his gaze.

“Thank you, baby. Don't worry, you can take me all the way. I will make sure of it.”

The next moment, he pushes into you. His thick head slips inside and your walls grip it tightly. You convulse and hiss through your teeth.

“Quiet, Princess, quiet, relax,” he gently mumbles, caressing your body, massaging, stroking, distracting you in every possible way. His rough palm falls on the bottom of your stomach and his thumb covers your clit, pressing lightly. Pleasure quickly overshadows the pain of penetration, and you finally relax.

His thrusts are slow, shallow. Each time he enters a few millimeters deeper. He is in no hurry, stretching you, changing the shape of your insides to suit himself. And when he finally enters you all the way, you are already on the verge of madness from his lazy caresses. It seems to you that he pierced you to the very throat, you feel so filled. Filled by him. As if the missing piece of the puzzle finally found its place. And that place is the depths of your pussy.

He's still moving irritatingly slowly, his thrusts not enough to bring you to orgasm, his caresses seem to deliberately keep you on the edge, not allowing you to step over it. König wants you like this - almost cumming. But only almost. And he'll keep you in this state for as long as he can.

All you can do is lie there and take it. His thrusts are picking up speed, the dirty sound of skin slapping against skin is spreading throughout the room, making your cheeks burn. You can't breathe, you're sobbing from the overabundance of sensations. He throws your legs over his waist, and you wrap your arms around him, pressing him closer. He lowers himself onto his elbows on either side of your head, he's so close, you can feel his ragged breathing on your face, you can see the furious fire in his dilated pupils, you can see beads of sweat on his forehead. And you can feel his movements becoming more and more furious and frantic. He's close, but still trying to prolong the pleasure. His hoarse, low moans tickle your ear, and you start to moan louder yourself. You feel so good, so good. Finally, you've become one. You don't understand where you end and where he begins. You just grab him with your hands and legs and tremble under his pressure.

He changes the angle of penetration so that with each thrust his pubis presses against your hypersensitive clit. And you feel how everything in your lower abdomen contracts. You need just a little bit. Just a little bit.

“König, Kön... I... I!” you babble incoherently, trying with all your might to hold back.

“Cum, Princess, cum,” he growls in your ear, and this becomes the last straw.

A wave of orgasm covers you and it is not like any other you have had before. Each spasm of pleasure brings you a little pain, and this only sharpens your senses. You dig your nails into his shoulders and hear his muffled wheeze in your ear. And only when you finally let go and you can think again, you understand that he followed you. His body slowly goes limp and he presses you into the mattress. You find it hard to breathe under the weight of his body, but you feel so good. You lie like this for a few minutes, coming to your senses. You even have time to think that it’s not that scary. Oh, naive, that was just a warm-up.

You don’t have time to gasp before König turns you over onto your stomach and lifts your ass up. His hot palms land on your buttocks with a juicy slap, spreading them apart, giving him a stunning view of your stretched hole. Thrust, second, third, deeper, harder. And now he’s already fucking you into the mattress with such force that you can’t breathe normally, you only moan pathetically, clinging to the sheets.

He torments you for several hours, filling you with his hot seed over and over again. You’ve long since lost touch with reality, everything between your legs is burning, you’ve lost count of your orgasms. The sheets beneath you are wet from your tears, saliva and your shared juices. You cry, begging him to stop, but he only growls in your ear:

“I warned you, Princess.”

And continues to torment your body.

You begin to lose consciousness, to fall into darkness, but he does not stop. He releases his last load into your already unconscious body and stops only when the dawn breaks outside the window.

You come to your senses only by the next evening. You are wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket and sitting on König's lap. You are in the living room on the couch. You fidget, trying to stretch your stiff muscles, and he looks at you, smiling tenderly.

“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.” He kisses your forehead. “How are you feeling? Are you thirsty?”

You only nod silently in response, your throat too dry to speak. König eagerly presses the neck of the water bottle to your lips, and you take a few greedy sips.

“I thought I wouldn't survive the night,” you breathe out and sleepily snuggle up to him. He hugs you tighter and presses his cheek to the top of your head.

“I did exactly what you asked, Princess.”

“I know. Thank you…”

“You need to eat.”

“Can we just sit like this for a little while longer? I feel so good right now.”

“Of course, baby.”

You enjoy each other's closeness for a few minutes. Then he feeds you, even though you don't feel hungry. And then you cuddle some more until it's time to go to bed. It would seem that you've slept all day and are well-rested, but in his arms you find such peace that you fall asleep and sleep until the morning. He's getting ready for work and you're so sad. You don't want him to go. You want him to stay with you so you can cuddle, kiss, be affectionate, fool around together. But you know that's impossible. He has to earn a living for both of you so he can spoil his girl and take good care of her.

You kiss him off with a tender kiss and ask if he's coming home for lunch.

“How can I leave you alone all day? Of course I will.”

He kisses you on the forehead and leaves. Yes, he comes to dinner. Yes, you eat together. And yes, you kiss him goodbye again when he leaves. And this time he hugs you tighter, squeezing your ass with his hands.

“It's a crime to leave you even for half a day. Especially when you're so sweet, so pliable.”

You giggle and playfully push him out the door.

And until the evening, you think about how to please him. How to thank him for everything he's done for you. He turned your world upside down, he made you so happy! He doesn't want you to do housework, but there's something you can do to show how grateful you are to him...

An idea comes to you suddenly, and you smile widely, pleased with yourself.

And when König comes home in the evening and opens the door to the apartment, the first thing he sees is you. On the floor in front of him. On your knees. Completely naked.

“Welcome back,” you coo affectionately and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue as far as it will go. Your invitation is eloquent and unambiguous. And König accepts it with pleasure.

His hands reach for his fly, and, full of delight, he tells you:

“I'm home.”

And you can't say anything back to him, because it's hard to talk with your mouth full.

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[babygirlgh0st]

MINORS DNI 18+

BLACK NOIR wants you overstimulated and fucked out. When you’re as mute as he is, he calls it a win. Any choked, quiet sounds that emit from your mouth is a fucking symphony to his ears because he knows you’re too stupid to think of anything else to say.

When you’re clutching onto the sheets, drooling all over the covers from your gaping mouth suspended in mind-numbing pleasure while he rails you from behind; when you bury your little face into the mattress to scream, louder with each thrust, as he steadies you with a glove on your tailbone: He knows he’s got you. You’re his.

He picks up his foot to settle it on the edge of the bed, standing behind you tucked between your legs, plowing into you from an angle a few degrees difference and you’re fucking writhing. The sensational friction is all too much to bear, the wet chorus of your pussy nearly as loud as your mewling. He presses down on the dimples of your backside, yanking you back onto his cock, only to bounce your ass on his hips with the force of his push. He’s fucking juggling you on him, and all you can do is bang your fist against the mattress to release some of that energy.

You wish you could tell him that it’s so much, almost too much. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head while your cunt’s being bullied into submission. Fat cock drives into your insides with reckless abandon and it hurts in such a good way. A warning hand reaches behind you, signaling him to slow down.

But he knows if you really wanted him to slow down, you wouldn’t be laying down taking it like the slut you are.

[babygirlgh0st]

the type of sex you have with loser-könig (🌽 link)

könig avoids society like the plague out of fear that he'll upset another child due to coming across as threatening and intimidating. it leaves an ache inside of his chest, pulling at his heartstrings when he leaves a kid crying. he avoids going out in public, even if you're going shopping for necessities like food. he prefers to stay inside in the comfort of your arms, or more preferably, between your thighs.

könig eats you out for hours until you're shaking. it's his coping mechanism, you could say. a release for his frustration and sadness after being ridiculed and humiliated for coming across as strange or weird. at least you don't think he's weird, right, liebling?

his blunt fingernails leave marks and indents along your bare skin from his achingly tight grasp on your thighs, pushing them against your chest while he enjoys the time he has between your supple thighs. he grinds his warm tongue back and forth between your folds while attempting to control his breathing, complaining about how cruel the world is towards him through gritted teeth. könig coats your wet, slick heat in his spit until your thighs and cunt are glistening with arousal and euphoria.

könig will make sure that you moan his name proudly and loudly through whines and mewls, with his tongue stimulating your sensitive clit until your thighs are shaking and your back is arched as far as possible, unable to stop the tears from staining your cheeks. tears coat your loveable and adorable face from overstimulation, a perfect view for könig who is easily addicted to your juices.

good luck convincing könig to stop eating you out. he's simply just deprived of your sweet arousal, mäusi. please, just let him use your pussy as therapy. :(