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young, shy reader and price who is just a little too old for it be considered fine. it’s not like that’s stopping either of them. soft spoken, jittery shy reader who’s really sick and tired of boys her age—she can barely hold a conversation with them—who is just so taken aback at how assertive price is. they meet, and plans for a first date are cemented before the end of the hour. he actually comes to pick her up—and while she’s scrambling to get shoes on, thinking she needs to rush outside to meet him, he knocks on the door.

he’s brought flowers. the whole thing seems like something out of a movie. everything about price is so… gentlemanly. the way he holds doors open, pulls chairs back, walks on the side of street closer to the road. the way she doesn’t have to fret and die over bad communication. no, he does all of that, without even being asked. it’s a little dumb, but that’s the state of dating right now. so this is such a breath of fresh air it’s like getting the wind knocked out of you. as enamored you are with him, you hope you’re not reading into it too much—is he like this with every girl he picks up in a bar?

but then days turn to weeks which turn to months—and john price has become the most consistent part of your life, the best part of each day and whose voice can lull you to sleep each night. and you settle nicely into the role—a cute pretty thing in a sundress that fits perfectly on his arm, attached at his side. and maybe you are just a little too young for him, but you can hardly care when he has you creaming all over his dick once, twice, three times a day, sometimes. yes, your boyfriend is a little older. just a little.

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simon is the kind of man to sit somewhere behind you while you do your makeup, silently watching. starts out scrolling through his phone but abandons it halfway through to focus on you instead

doesn't mind if you have more of a soft personality. he may come across cold and unfeeling to most, but when it comes to wiping away your tears at the end of a rough day he does it with the gentlest of touches

needs to put your necklaces on for you. borderline pouts when you come out of the bedroom with one already clasped around your neck

leaving a doodle of a skull on a random piece of paper in your kitchen and simon coming home with it added into his tattoo sleeve not even a week later

loves a good breakfast. he's a perpetual early riser so on his days at home he'll slip down to the kitchen and hover over the oven, making eggs, sausage, fried tomatoes...brings you a plate in bed if you're feeling extra sleepy

"thank you, sweetheart." "you're welcome, lazy arse."

will absolutely wear a 'kiss the cook' apron if you buy him one (expects you to take the words as seriously as he does)

goes into full dad relaxation stance after a day of working around the house. you'll find him spread out in a chair on the porch, fingers lazily wrapped around a tumbler of whiskey with his head tilted back

simon who pauses in front of the butcher's shop in town every time you two pass by, examining the cuts of meat hanging in the window. doesn't always comment on what he sees, but every now and then will drop a "blade needs to be replaced" before continuing on without another word

likes to read. loves a good thriller novel, especially coupled with your legs in his lap while you both sit on the couch, your hands busy sewing up the fraying spots in his mask

goes nuts when he comes home to find you milling about the apartment in leggings and his shirt branded with the name 'riley' across the back

throws you over his shoulder and stomps to the bedroom, responding to your squirming and giggling with a light smack to your ass. "s'about time i made the name permanent. what d'you think about that, lovie?"

a/n: hello!!!!! i apologize for my sudden absence, i truly did not mean to be away for so long. i was in ireland for a couple weeks and then hit a creative slump to say the least when i returned home, but i have missed writing so much and i am so happy to be back! MWAH i hope you all enjoyed please let me know what you think xxx

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simon refused to buy a new phone, the one he has is good enough, you can call, can send messages and it has a game of a little worm that eats squeares on it. he doesnt need another one.

until you tell him that, if he gets a new phone, he could have s folder filled with pictures of you...

"should have said that before lovie"

the day he buys his phone you teach him how to use it, how to had his 5 contacts to his phone (price, jhonny, kyle and you), then he spends 2 hours deciding what picture to use as his screensaver.

now, when he is on duty and cant sleep with you, the two of you call eachother and now it doesnt sound like he is talking trough a brick.

simon will send you pictures of him because you begged him to do. he sends you a pictures of his boots, his dinner, a photo of him standing besides jhonny after working out, a picture of his new and not damaged balaclava.

he also downloads tons of games, his phone os filled with them and you have to teach him how to erase them.

he doesnt have social media, but he does wacth youtube videos from time to time (specially to learn how to do little heart shapes with paper that he can gift to you)

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Oh, she was thisclose to calling him something very impolite. 😂

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price owning a farm just feels right to me in his older years. with a sweet wife at home, fat with his baby, who makes everything from scratch. he finds you barefoot in the kitchen at 3am because you had an idea for homemade baby food

doesn’t like seeing you up and about as you get bigger, worried you’ll strain yourself too hard. much prefers you lounging in a recliner, feet in front of the fire and a thick blanket in your lap

your pregnancy has really bought out a sort of feralness in you both, watching your man take on a natural protective role over you has you aching for him every day and don’t get me started on john’s obsession with your pregnant body

the way you’ve adapted to grow and nurture his child has him hard as fuck every time he sees you. when you place a bowl of hearty stew in front of him and he’s eye level with your belly, he’s eating you for dinner instead

you’re birth plan dictates that you’ll go to the town hospital a week before your due date as you are quite a distance away, bag packed at the door and ready to go. except, when your water breaks during a thunderstorm and john can’t drive you to the hospital

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Having thoughts about how, no matter how loud Pony and Darry get during their arguments, how much vitriol and hate is fueled into their insults and yelling, it doesn’t change the fact that Darry physically cannot go to sleep whenever Pony is out late and he doesn’t know where, too terrified of the thought that his brother is bleeding out in the dirt and he can’t do anything to help him.

And it doesn’t change the fact that Pony’s worst nightmares, the ones that leave him crying so hard he’s choking on gasps and Soda can only barely calm him down from, are the ones that put Darry in the car with their parents.

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local woman who claimed she will "cross that bridge when she comes to it" arrives at said bridge

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Alright hear me out

König and insecure reader; like he is head over heels puppy dog following them around and the reader is like “ofc he doesn’t like me we’re just friends” bc of insecurity

And and then he makes very soft advances which turns into a soft session on the couch during like a movie night 😔🙏

I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS PLOT

König x BestFriend!Reader (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, fluff, oral, p in v, insecurity

1.8k word count

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The second König met you; it was as if he found his soul mate. Normally people fear him due to his height, but you never even mentioned it. You both met freshman year in high school at a welcoming event. In the corner of the gymnasium, you simply walked up to König and began to speak to him as if you knew him. He just gazed down at you, studying your face and realizing he was falling in love. You’ve been inseparable ever since.

 A decade later and you're now both in your early twenties and still see each other every day. Even for simple things like grocery trips. You both walk close together as he listens to you talk about your day at work. He holds the basket for you as he always does, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you with a certain sparkle in them.

“Do you want to get some snacks? Maybe we can watch a movie after we unload everything?” He rubs your arm gently as he waits for your response.

“Uh, yeah.”

You can’t help but to smile bashfully up at him. He touches you as if you’re the most delicate thing in the world and it makes you feel calm; at home. In an attempt to detach yourself for the feeling you look away and step forward, grabbing a bag of candy.

König’s eyes follow you as you step forward, his hand lingering in the air for a moment as he debates reaching out for you again. Knowing that you aren’t the most comfortable with physical affection, he decides against it. Your skin is so soft that the feeling lingers on the tips of his fingers. His eyes trail down your body as you have your back to him, you’re so perfect.

When you turn back around König stands there with a big smile on his face, making you smirk. “What?”

“Nothing, Maus. Let’s check out and hurry home.” König held his arm out for you to hold as you both walked back, you accept. 

One thing consumes König’s mind. You. As he drives you both back to your apartment his mind is racing with different thoughts of how he would love to express to you how much he loves you, how beautiful your body is. There is no easy way to do this; he either gets the love of his life or he loses you forever.

Back at your apartment König helps you unload your groceries before he heads to your living room to begin looking for a movie while you went to your room to change. Feeling self-conscious, you put on a pair of black leggings and a baggy shirt in an attempt to hide your body. The way your stomach looks when you sit makes you uncomfortable.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by König. His eyes trace down your body, still able to see some of your stunning shape, but he’s upset that you treat your body as if it’s bad. If only you could read König’s thoughts, then you’d never lack confidence again.

“Come, sit.” König pats the seat next to him.

When you sit, he scoots a little closer and rests his arm across your shoulders. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You say softly.

König presses play and the opening credits for a recently released horror movie begins to play. You feel your body naturally relaxing into his, the warmth from his body is welcoming. His hand pulls you into him more, wanting you even closer.

“You can relax.” He says with a light hearted giggle.

You smirk and adjust the way you’re sitting so that you’re cuddling his body. One of your hands rests on his stomach feeling his solid body and gently moving your fingers in a soft pattern. He lets out a pleased hum as his hand rubs your arm.

“You smell so good, Maus.” König whispers as he leans in to smell the top of your head before planting a soft kiss.

You can help but to feel your face heat up but you keep your eyes on the movie and ignore his kiss. It’s just a friendly gesture. Then he kisses you again and his hand moves from your arm to your waist. Instantly you can feel your heart sink, as his fingers gently rub back and forth on your stomach. You don’t want him to be disgusted.

König isn’t. He loves your stomach, he loves to touch it. He would plant a million kisses across it until you’re convinced that you’re truly beautiful.

A few minutes pass before his fingers gently graze the hem of your shirt before slipping under. His warm fingers leave a trail of arousal in their wake. Your muscles tense feeling his surprising touch. You swallow hard, but say nothing; only encouraging König to go further.

“You feel so soft…” He whispers as his palm spreads out across your abdomen.

You raise your head from his chest and look up into his blue eyes. His lips and pull back into a warm smile as he studies your face for a moment. At this moment, he’s unsure if he should just kiss you or…

König’s other hand comes up and cups your jaw, tilting your head up more. Without hesitation he leans in and presses his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you return the kiss. It’s a timid kiss at first, as if the both of you can’t believe it’s finally happening.

When you pull away König only leans in more, he isn’t ready for the kiss to end yet. He breathes you in, the taste of your lips is overwhelmingly sweet. His hand on your stomach slips up towards your breasts, squeezing one through the cup.

“Come here.” König whispers when he pulls away from you.

As if you weight nothing, König effortlessly moves your body so that you’re laying down on your back. You gaze up at him as his eyes stay glued to your body. He slowly lifts your shirt up, exposing your light-colored bra and the supple flesh of your abdomen. His eyes trail down to the waistband of your leggings before meeting your gaze again.

“You’re so beautiful. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” König says as he lowers his head to place lingering kisses down your chest and stomach.

König gently slips his hands up your back to unhook your bra, his eyes widening slightly when he finally sees your breasts. They’re perfect. His mouth instantly latches to your nipple, his other hand groping and squeezing the other breast. You close your eyes and let out a small moan, allowing yourself to relish in the moment with König.

König sits back and pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside. It’s not the first time you’ve seen his body, but this time feels so much different. Your eyes look up and down, taking in every detail of his pale skin. When his hands reach for your waist-band you put your hand on his, stopping him.

“Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” König’s pale blue eyes now darkened by how dilated his pupils are.

“What if you… don’t like it.”

König looks at you so confused. His eyes drop and trail over your body again, tugging slightly at your leggings to reveal more of your lower stomach and hips. He drops his head and begins to kiss along the edge, causing your body to tense with pleasure. Your fingers comb through his blond hair as you watch him.

“I love every inch of you. Everything about you. I always have.” König says as he pulls your leggings down alone with your underwear. His eyes trail over the beautiful mound between your legs and down your thick thighs. He takes his time pulling your leggings completely off of your legs.

You shiver as you feel his warm breath waft across the sensitive flesh of your thighs. Propped up on your elbows, you look down at him with a nervous yet excited look in your eyes as he parts your thighs. His lips continue with their trail of kisses back and forth between your inner thighs. The smell of your arousal is strong and consuming König’s senses; all he can think of is the fact he finally gets to taste you.

König’s eyes meet yours for a quick second before looking back between your legs. There is a pearly white bead of your arousal lingering between your lips, teasing his tongue. His head lowers and he flicks his tongue out, slipping between your folds. A moan leaves his lips as his eyes close for a moment, you taste divine. He buries his face in between your legs, his tongue desperately licking over your sensitive little clit; sucking on it slightly.

“Oh god, König.” You moan breathlessly.

“Maus, you’re perfect.” König says as he gasps for air coming back up.

He moves his hands from your thighs to his pants so he can undo them, eager to finally feel your wrapped around his aching cock. His tongue slips down and swirls around the entrance of your tight cunt before pulling away. Your eyes follow him as he stands to fully undress. When you see his cock for the first time your jaw drops. He is absolutely massive.

König smirks, looking at your face as you take him in. He adjusts his body to loom over yours, fitting between your legs. There is a moment where you both simply look into each other’s eyes, no words needed to express the mutual love between the both of you. His hands run from your breasts down to your legs.

The tip of his cock presses against you, König doesn’t break eye contact wanting to see your expression when you feel him for the first time. He thrust forward softly, his fat cock spreading your lips as he buries himself deep inside of you. Your eyes flutter shut as a loud pathetic mewl leaves your lips.

“Look at me, Liebling. Please don’t close those eyes.”

König speaks with a strained voice as he gently rocks his hips. The feeling of your tight wet pussy is almost enough to make him cum with barely any friction. His eyes are locked on to yours, the expressions of passion in them sends a shiver down his spine. He leans forward, resting slightly on your body as he begins to thrust into you more passionately. König’s lips press against yours leaving sloppy absentminded kisses on your neck as his moans mix with yours.

“Ich liebe dich, Maus.” König moans. “So much.”

The movie fades into the background, neither one of you even aware of what the plot is at this point. Sounds of orgasmic pleasure and bodies clashing drowns out all other sounds. It’s just you and König. The way it was always meant to be.

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Do any of you wanna see a picture I took of some extremely powerful items

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Homecoming!König x Reader (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, period sex, oral, fingering, p in v

1.0k word count

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Nine months. That’s how long it’s been since König left for deployment. Now he is sitting in his SUV driving 20 mph over the speed limit to get back home to you. The distance from the airport to your shared home past city limits seems too far away. Only the thought of seeing that beautiful face and kissing those soft lips again helps keep him calm. He’s starving for your touch, desperate for it. 

The car comes to a hard stop as he pulls into the driveway. In a rush, he quickly grabs his bags from the back and speed walks to the front door. The door opens, and he takes a deep breath; the air smells like you. He can already feel his cock getting hard. His bags drop to the floor as he strips off his sniper hood and tosses it onto the coffee table while he walks through the house looking for you. 

“Y/n?” He calls out, too eager to be calm.

König walks to the kitchen and sees you through the window tending to your garden wearing only a tiny yellow sundress. Your thighs and lower ass showing as you bend over; he is nearly drooling at this point. He opens the door and runs across the yard to get to you.

With your headphones in, you don’t realize that König is back. The line of work he is in, he can never give you his homecoming date. One moment you’re pressing on dirt and the next you're being lifted into the air. A small scream leaves your lips until you see the red bracelet, König.

He is already planting kisses anywhere he can, the back of your neck and down your back as he mumbles in German about how much he’s missed the way your body feels in his embrace. Your headphones fall out as König walks you into the house. A small laugh leaves your lips.

“Kö!”

“Y/n, I need you. I need you, baby.” His voice is soft and needy as he carries you up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

“I’m on my period.”

König places you on the bed, accidentally a little too rough. His hands pull at the hem of your dress and pull it off of your body, completely ignoring your comment of being on your period. All he cares about is reuniting with you, the love of his life, in the most intimate way that he can.

Once your bra is unfastened, he tosses it on the floor, pushing you back and planting wet, sloppy, open mouth kisses on your breasts as he cups them in his hand. He sucks on your nipples, tugging lightly before moving his kisses to your lips. A deep groan leaves his lips as he tastes your lips. His tongue pushes past your lips and dominates your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours as his hands move to pull your panties down.

“Period.” Your voice is muffled from his mouth on yours as you reach out to stop him.

König pulls back to gaze into your eyes. He lightly shakes his head, a small smirk on his lips. “I’ve been covered in dirt and blood for the last almost year.” His hands continue to pull down your underwear. “I’m not going to let a little period blood get in my way.”

His lips meet you once again before pulling back and undressing you completely. What a beautiful sight your fuzzy plump pussy is to him. His eyes travel following the white string that dangles from you. He pulls his shirt off of his body, revealing fresh bruises and scars forming.

A moan leaves you as you feel König’s tongue flick quickly on your clit before taking big laps over your folds. He sucks on them, devouring you completely. Your fingers comb through his graying hair as your legs tremble from the intense pleasure pulsing throughout your whole being.

König reaches for the white string as he continues to eat you out and gently pulls your tampon out, casually tossing it on to his dirty shirt. A wave of embarrassment flushes over you, did he really just do that? Quickly, embarrassment turns into desire as he shoves two of his thick fingers inside of your pussy.

“So tight.” He whispers mostly to himself as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, crimson red slowly dripping down his pale white skin as his mouth goes back to pleasuring you.

König rests his head on your plush thigh as his tongue circles your clit in a languid manner letting his fingers get you ready for his cock. His eyes roam over your body until he can’t take anymore. He withdraws his fingers, wiping off the blood on his pants before removing them. You’ve never seen König so feral before.

The musk coming from his body is strong, he hasn’t showered in a little over 24 hours. It isn’t something you mind. If anything, you love the way his sweaty musky body smells. His natural pheromones only cause your aching pussy to grow more excited.

His body moves over yours, causing the bed to sink slightly as he spreads your legs apart and pushes them back. König looks down as his cock rests against your shiny folds. He rolls his hips, taking his time before the tip of his cock meets your entrance.

König leans forward and rests his arms on either side of your head, boxing you in. He watches your face as he pushes forward, slipping his cock in deeper. The gummy texture of your walls mixed with the additional wetness of your period blood causes him to let out a deep moan. His hips press forward until almost every inch of his ten-inch cock is inside of you, giving you anything your tiny pussy can handle.

“Mein Gott.” His voice quivers with pleasure.

Nine months he went without feeling this perfect little cunt. His balls are heavy, desperate to release deep inside of you. He leans down, licking your jawline up to your lips before planting a needy kiss on your lips. He’s finally home.

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Speaking of Ice Planet Barbarians,

Sure the smut is fun and all but can we talk about the others pluses?

These big blue dudes are obsessed with going down on their mates which is great and all but their devotion? The love? The care? The absolute willingness to die for you? C‘mon - that’s a drug I want injected into my veins.

Also can we talk about the lore? What I thought was gunna be a quick little read has dragged me into the world of the Ice Planet. What do you mean the Elders Cave is a spaceship?! WHERE DID IT COME FROM?! I need all the plot tidbits NOW.

Don’t even get me started on the silly little cultural misunderstandings either. They don’t understand human sarcasm? The humans don’t understand their obsession with eating raw meat? The comedy gold that arises in conversation has me cackling.

Oh, and the breeding kink is pretty hot if you’re into that kinda thing. (It’s me…I’m into that kinda thing)

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Reading Ice Home rn (don’t @ me I’m going thru it) and Raahosh scolding everyone for being horny on main or doing dumb shit while he’s usually holding one of his 3 girls is the best thing ever. Grumpy met Angry and had three little Sunshines (two of which are named after Star Wars things and Raahosh asks Liz to tell him the Star Wars story every so often you can’t take this headcanon from me)

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Ice Planet Barbarians is fun to read bc one of the sa-khui will make a shitass comment about one of the humans and you instantly know they're gonna resonate next book

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sakhui hierarchy of needs

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könig calls you his sweet slut, while you're split whole on his meaty, swollen cock, sliding wet and punctured, as his fat tip grazes against your gooey spot, pummeling rapidly with each lewd slap of his wide hips forward, the doughy globs of your ass blazing hot from the rough slaps each time he slides back to drive his hips forward again.

one leg hitched up, your fragile ankles circled by his thick fingers, squeezing at your leg and practically digging into your skin, letting könig's pulsing cock slide deeper, filling you to the heaviness in your lower belly, the tight, silken walls of your pussy starting to flutter rapidly, clenching around him in a vice as he fucks into you ruthlessly.

slowing down so you will feel every bulging vein on his shaft, dragging against your spasming, gummy walls, gushing slick that coats his throbbing length in glistening sheen, your stretched, puffy folds squeezing tight, and you writhe, leg straining and trying to kick, but könig presses her forward, stretching you further to the stuttering keens from your lips.

his language is degrading, boyish voice snarling words that should hurt, but you stutter whimpered affirmations, head lolling uselessly as you nod your head in quick bobs, eyes glassed with a cloudy veil, as the muscles in your tummy strain and clench, your pussy spasming with a rush of warm slicky cum, clamping tight on his messy cock.

könig treats you properly after, cradling you on his hefty lap, your body still shaking, frissoning from the latest orgasm, with his milky cum running down your supple thighs in frothy streaks, as he coos at you for being so sweet for him, accepting everything he had to give you, of course he would make sure to let you use his bank card for couple of things you wanted.

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you say you want a clingy man until you can’t even use the restroom without könig’s burly figure trailing behind you, hovering with his arms crossed and blinking blearily while he waits for you to be finished so you can go back to cuddling. there’s no silently sneaking out of bed with him because he feels your lack of presence like a missing limb.

… or until he’s poking the soft pudge of your cheek with his hard, leaky tip while you’re doing work on your computer or on the phone because it’s been 5 minutes and he’s horny and attention starved. look, maus, even his dick misses you. doesn’t stop annoying you until you give him the affection he craves </3