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OCTOBER 31ST — CREEP!KÖNIG. Halloween parties are only fun when everyone's drunk and tipsy, too inebriated to think clearly. Nobody bats an eye when König stumbles into a frat party wearing a mask, dragging an intoxicated woman off alongside him. (NON-CON)

Note: Happy Halloween! 🎃🦇

Photo credits xbruised_peachx on X/🐦

TW/CW: RAPE/INTOXICATION. MDNI 18+

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 31)

Halloween is the one night a year you get to wear practically nothing, get ridiculously drunk, and get away with it. You know you'll find yourself hanging over the edge of a bucket, spewing your guts out in the middle of the night, full of nausea from drinking too much.

However, things are slightly more sinister and taboo for König, who takes advantage of this day in the most wicked way you could think of. This is the one night a year he can wear a mask without question, hiding his identity from those around him. The only night that you don't suspect a real monster to be lingering around. And König has his perverted, predatory gaze on you. A thirty-something year old man stumbling into a frat party, his eyes preying on an inebriated slut wearing nothing but a pair of animal years and a tiny, skimpy skirt, doing nothing to spare you some dignity.

No one would bat an eye at two dressed up strangers pulling each other into the bathroom, practically tugging at each other's clothes in front of everyone. And you're too tipsy to fight back or think clearly, not defending yourself as his calloused hands spread your thighs apart before you can even fully open your eyes again, the smell of booze pungent in the air and burning your nostrils. Disgust overwhelms you, but his reassuring voice is almost claiming, sickeningly sweet as your body reacts to his wet tongue against your hole, your gut feeling warning you to protect yourself before he overpowers you. The door is locked shut, and your back is pressed against the bathroom wall before you're forced over a counter, your vision blurring with your tears and unconsciousness.

“Verdammt, du weißt, was du tust. Du trägst so einen kleinen Rock. Du hast darum gebeten.” A gravelly voice announces from behind you with each sloppy thrust, spoken through gritted teeth and behind a deep and hoarse grumble. You don't see his face, concealed by a dark veil, with two holes for his eyes. You weep through the agony of the stretch, your eyes barely making out the crimson coating your bare skin, dripping from you like a leaking faucet. Your eyes quickly form tears, becoming bleary, your once perfect Halloween makeup now ruined and smudged, the colour of your lipstick staining the girth of his cock.

You're awoken several times, different positions, different horrifying acts being inflicted onto you. He holds a sharpened knife to your nape, whether it's a prop for his costume or not, you're not sure, but you're not willing to test him. You lay there, gagging at his actions and the deep thrusts meeting your rear, the prickliness of his pubes scratching your thighs and the agonising, concerning stretch that feels disgustingly unfamiliar. Your pussy sobs around him; drooling, leaking. Your head throbs, and your throat aches and burns, his seed spurted deep within you earning him a mortified cry.

Oh, you'll regret wearing such a skimpy outfit, won't you? Especially when you're hunched over, panting and coughing up last night's drinks, your entire body aching and his greedy touch staining your skin.

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Found it! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

can't waiT TO BOOP YOUUUU

I can't find the boops! D:

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OCTOBER 31ST — CREEP!KÖNIG. Halloween parties are only fun when everyone's drunk and tipsy, too inebriated to think clearly. Nobody bats an eye when König stumbles into a frat party wearing a mask, dragging an intoxicated woman off alongside him. (NON-CON)

Note: Happy Halloween! 🎃🦇

Photo credits xbruised_peachx on X/🐦

TW/CW: RAPE/INTOXICATION. MDNI 18+

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 31)

Halloween is the one night a year you get to wear practically nothing, get ridiculously drunk, and get away with it. You know you'll find yourself hanging over the edge of a bucket, spewing your guts out in the middle of the night, full of nausea from drinking too much.

However, things are slightly more sinister and taboo for König, who takes advantage of this day in the most wicked way you could think of. This is the one night a year he can wear a mask without question, hiding his identity from those around him. The only night that you don't suspect a real monster to be lingering around. And König has his perverted, predatory gaze on you. A thirty-something year old man stumbling into a frat party, his eyes preying on an inebriated slut wearing nothing but a pair of animal years and a tiny, skimpy skirt, doing nothing to spare you some dignity.

No one would bat an eye at two dressed up strangers pulling each other into the bathroom, practically tugging at each other's clothes in front of everyone. And you're too tipsy to fight back or think clearly, not defending yourself as his calloused hands spread your thighs apart before you can even fully open your eyes again, the smell of booze pungent in the air and burning your nostrils. Disgust overwhelms you, but his reassuring voice is almost claiming, sickeningly sweet as your body reacts to his wet tongue against your hole, your gut feeling warning you to protect yourself before he overpowers you. The door is locked shut, and your back is pressed against the bathroom wall before you're forced over a counter, your vision blurring with your tears and unconsciousness.

“Verdammt, du weißt, was du tust. Du trägst so einen kleinen Rock. Du hast darum gebeten.” A gravelly voice announces from behind you with each sloppy thrust, spoken through gritted teeth and behind a deep and hoarse grumble. You don't see his face, concealed by a dark veil, with two holes for his eyes. You weep through the agony of the stretch, your eyes barely making out the crimson coating your bare skin, dripping from you like a leaking faucet. Your eyes quickly form tears, becoming bleary, your once perfect Halloween makeup now ruined and smudged, the colour of your lipstick staining the girth of his cock.

You're awoken several times, different positions, different horrifying acts being inflicted onto you. He holds a sharpened knife to your nape, whether it's a prop for his costume or not, you're not sure, but you're not willing to test him. You lay there, gagging at his actions and the deep thrusts meeting your rear, the prickliness of his pubes scratching your thighs and the agonising, concerning stretch that feels disgustingly unfamiliar. Your pussy sobs around him; drooling, leaking. Your head throbs, and your throat aches and burns, his seed spurted deep within you earning him a mortified cry.

Oh, you'll regret wearing such a skimpy outfit, won't you? Especially when you're hunched over, panting and coughing up last night's drinks, your entire body aching and his greedy touch staining your skin.

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can't waiT TO BOOP YOUUUU

I can't find the boops! D:

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you wrote that könig would spit misogynistic at you if you rejected him, can you write abt that please?

König can't handle rejection at all. Don't blame him for it though, his mother could never deny those adorable, glossy blues. He got whatever he desired.

So, when he finally initiates an agonisingly awkward conversation with you for the first time, his heart is broken at your rejection, how you apologise profusely and claim to be in a relationship. A lie, he's sure of it. He knows you more than you know yourself. And sure, it is your first time speaking with König, and ever seeing him, really, as he practically lives in the confines of his apartment, never venturing out... But, he can't wrap his head around the fact that you don't want him, don't notice or care for his devotion and affection for you! Don't you see that he cares for you? Haven't you noticed how men are less likely to approach you? It's all because of him, Liebe.

He'll call you a player, claim you've been playing with his feelings, have been leading him on all this time because you never intervened and questioned his creepy and protective behaviour or the way he'd admire you, distracted by your beauty. All while you stand there, shifting your weight from foot to foot, averting your gaze and rubbing the back of your neck, humiliated and offended as he chews you out and spits misogynistic, sexist bullshit at you through frustration and embarrassment, an attempt at concealing his feelings, protecting himself.

He'll rub his leaking, raging boner against the photographs he has of you while cursing you out later tonight, planning something more sinister to get what he believes he deserves.

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you wrote that könig would spit misogynistic at you if you rejected him, can you write abt that please?

König can't handle rejection at all. Don't blame him for it though, his mother could never deny those adorable, glossy blues. He got whatever he desired.

So, when he finally initiates an agonisingly awkward conversation with you for the first time, his heart is broken at your rejection, how you apologise profusely and claim to be in a relationship. A lie, he's sure of it. He knows you more than you know yourself. And sure, it is your first time speaking with König, and ever seeing him, really, as he practically lives in the confines of his apartment, never venturing out... But, he can't wrap his head around the fact that you don't want him, don't notice or care for his devotion and affection for you! Don't you see that he cares for you? Haven't you noticed how men are less likely to approach you? It's all because of him, Liebe.

He'll call you a player, claim you've been playing with his feelings, have been leading him on all this time because you never intervened and questioned his creepy and protective behaviour or the way he'd admire you, distracted by your beauty. All while you stand there, shifting your weight from foot to foot, averting your gaze and rubbing the back of your neck, humiliated and offended as he chews you out and spits misogynistic, sexist bullshit at you through frustration and embarrassment, an attempt at concealing his feelings, protecting himself.

He'll rub his leaking, raging boner against the photographs he has of you while cursing you out later tonight, planning something more sinister to get what he believes he deserves.

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hey, hey first ilove your writings and i’m super, super thankful that you include gaz in those so thank you a lot , all my ancestors are proud of you orla (🫶🏽🌟)!

And I wondered one if you’d have any writing tips (nsfw/dead doves dnot eat..) And two, have you ever considered putting your writings in ai sites/apps (character ai, etc..) ?

Thank you for your kind words, my sweetness, Mwauh!! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) I have a couple tips I can offer! 🙌🌷

Make sure to be descriptive and detailed when describing the character's behaviour and attitude! Try and make it realistic to how you portray the character. I usually drop a gross headcannon, then build off of that by creating scenarios. Make sure to add necessary warnings to your posts as well.

I don't use any ai sites, I prefer keeping my work away from artificial intelligence, personally! 😅💗

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Kidnapper König who takes away reader’s ability to walk? 🤨

This could mean two different things, and both are reasonable consequences in König's sick, rotten mind.

König wouldn't hesitate to render you physically unable to walk after an escape attempt if it came down to it, forcing you to depend on him instead. What don't you understand, Mäuschen? He adores you with all his heart, he wants nothing but the best for you! When you cringe at his grabby and greedy touch, pushing his grubby hands away, his poor heart aches, a frown curling the sides of his scarred lips as he gazes at you, fear and nausea visible on your face.

He'd thought about drugging you up so you wouldn't be able to feel the torturous, dreadful agony that would follow after him violently and brutally cracking your bones, sending waves of dread through your weakened, shuddering body, but decided to give you a reason to fear him, all while being forced to rely on him for survival. And while König would ignore what he'd done to you for his own mental sake and to not send himself into a depressive spiral, you'd be left forever haunted and traumatised, fearing his debauched touch every night when you're most vulnerable and meek.

Or instead, he'd leave you unable to walk in a different way, you could say... He'd contort your body in a plethora of degrading and humiliating positions, your rear perked up and angled towards him with a pearly bead of your arousal running down his veiny, leaking shaft. He'd use you relentlessly while coddling you, belittling you in such a condescending tone that you almost believe it, while you lay there, bruised and marked thighs clamped together and eyes shut desperately trying to forget about the worsening pain between your legs.

Sure, then you wouldn't be able to run then, with König's white satisfaction dripping down your thighs.

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Thank you for tagging me, my dear @diejager! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)❣️

Last song: 72 seasons — Metallica

Favourite colour: Blue, blue, blue... 🫐

Last book: ... I'm not too sure unfortunately :'D haven't had much time on my hands to read anything recently!

Last movie: TCM 2006 (I rewatch it consistently 😅) I need to watch more movies...

Last TV show: Not a huge fan of shows/series, honestly.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Sweet ‘til the day I die. 🍬

Relationship status: Single D':

Current obsession: Hm, unsurprisingly, König... :3

Looking forward: To nap for a millennium, maybe longer.

No pressure tags: @uhohdad @captainjamster @dmitene @poohkie90 @pumpkinprice @berristreasuredlibrary @konigslittleliebling + anyone interested!

Ten people I’d like to get to know better ᯓᡣ𐭩

Ty for the tag @thebiggerbear 💙💙

last song: Black Moon by Creeper

fav color: Blue

last book: Lovely War by Julie Berry

last movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas

last tv show: The Mandalorian

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet!

relationship status: Single

last thing I googled: List of Horror Movie Monsters

current obsession: Jason Todd (as always) and Tea

looking forward to: Rewatching Over the Garden Wall

no pressure tags 🥰: @batchilla @sunnie-angel @jjenthusee @chaibarbie

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Loser!König hires sex workers to get him off and take his virginity because no woman would dare step too close to a sickening and freakish bastard like König.

He claims that the reason women fear a man like him is because of the sheer size of him, how they already know that having sex with him would be nothing more than pure agony. He towers above most people, standing at almost seven-feet. In reality, it's a mixture of König's nature and personality that truly terrifies people.

He's incredibly socially awkward. He can't hold a conversation for the life of him, as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead, avoiding eye contact with you to save himself a slither of embarrassment as he stumbles and stutters over his words helplessly, the thought of crawling into a hole sounding appetising and reasonable. He can feel their judgemental and curious gaze wander his body, looking for something to criticise, a question about his height usually, causing him to recoil and groan at the familiar, arrogant remark.

It doesn't help that König can't tell the difference between a friendly and appropriate conversation and flirting. A woman is speaking to him? Well, clearly she needs to be dicked down. There's no other reason for a woman to talk to him, even if you're just trying to do your job...

He has had sex workers back out of their job just at the sight of him. There's a reason he doesn't mention his size beforehand, hoping someone will look at his flushed, unsightly, and humiliated face that only a mother could adore and pity him. Please, empathise with him! Just touch his brute chest, and he'll come in his boxers. Practice making out with him and realise how truly disgusting and horrible he is, how he can't properly kiss and bites your bottom lip with his sharp, pearly teeth accidentally, apologising profusely through gasps and heavy breathing.

Just hold his hand and look at him lovingly, pretend you find him attractive, and he'll tip you hundreds for your generosity, for doing charity work...

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Konig who is a delivery man for like ikea or something and offers to help you set up something you ordered for your room but he’s js pervy and creepy the whole time staring at you

He doesn't mention until he's finished setting up your brand new desk that he'd like compensation for his generosity and kindness. What, you didn't think he'd just do it for free, did you? He's a delivery driver, Mäuschen.

He claims that he'd like to bend you over your freshly built desk to check if it's built correctly, strong enough for your computer. He doesn't want it collapsing, now, does he? His calloused, dusty hands grasp at your biceps dragging you over the desk with his other hand dipping into your cotton panties before you can utter a word, too embarrassed to speak up, to offer him something else — something more appropriate. You whimper quietly at the thought of having sex with someone of his size and rough demeanour, the stench of tobacco thick on his uniform. With one hand pushing your face into the wooden desk, he fiddles with his leather belt, undoing his fly and removing his hard, growing cock from the tight confines of his boxers. He runs two rough fingertips over your slit, spreading your folds as he angles your hips towards him, pushing inside slowly.

His thrusts are brutal, deep, and slow. He doesn't spare you an ounce of mercy through greediness and selfishness for his own satisfaction. He couldn't get the thought of banging you over his desk the entire time, occasionally glancing up to admire that tight ass, practically on display for him. Rough, large hands working to build your desk for you, to then test the sturdiness of it.

You'll thank him later, when you're sweaty and panting, heaving almost like a mutt in heat with your thighs clenched together and pearly drops of your sweet, creamy arousal dripping from the sensitive head of his meaty cock, his breathing heavy and laboured on the back of your neck and your eyes barely open through pleasure and disgust.

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Konig who is a delivery man for like ikea or something and offers to help you set up something you ordered for your room but he’s js pervy and creepy the whole time staring at you

He doesn't mention until he's finished setting up your brand new desk that he'd like compensation for his generosity and kindness. What, you didn't think he'd just do it for free, did you? He's a delivery driver, Mäuschen.

He claims that he'd like to bend you over your freshly built desk to check if it's built correctly, strong enough for your computer. He doesn't want it collapsing, now, does he? His calloused, dusty hands grasp at your biceps dragging you over the desk with his other hand dipping into your cotton panties before you can utter a word, too embarrassed to speak up, to offer him something else — something more appropriate. You whimper quietly at the thought of having sex with someone of his size and rough demeanour, the stench of tobacco thick on his uniform. With one hand pushing your face into the wooden desk, he fiddles with his leather belt, undoing his fly and removing his hard, growing cock from the tight confines of his boxers. He runs two rough fingertips over your slit, spreading your folds as he angles your hips towards him, pushing inside slowly.

His thrusts are brutal, deep, and slow. He doesn't spare you an ounce of mercy through greediness and selfishness for his own satisfaction. He couldn't get the thought of banging you over his desk the entire time, occasionally glancing up to admire that tight ass, practically on display for him. Rough, large hands working to build your desk for you, to then test the sturdiness of it.

You'll thank him later, when you're sweaty and panting, heaving almost like a mutt in heat with your thighs clenched together and pearly drops of your sweet, creamy arousal dripping from the sensitive head of his meaty cock, his breathing heavy and laboured on the back of your neck and your eyes barely open through pleasure and disgust.

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Loser!König hires sex workers to get him off and take his virginity because no woman would dare step too close to a sickening and freakish bastard like König.

He claims that the reason women fear a man like him is because of the sheer size of him, how they already know that having sex with him would be nothing more than pure agony. He towers above most people, standing at almost seven-feet. In reality, it's a mixture of König's nature and personality that truly terrifies people.

He's incredibly socially awkward. He can't hold a conversation for the life of him, as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead, avoiding eye contact with you to save himself a slither of embarrassment as he stumbles and stutters over his words helplessly, the thought of crawling into a hole sounding appetising and reasonable. He can feel their judgemental and curious gaze wander his body, looking for something to criticise, a question about his height usually, causing him to recoil and groan at the familiar, arrogant remark.

It doesn't help that König can't tell the difference between a friendly and appropriate conversation and flirting. A woman is speaking to him? Well, clearly she needs to be dicked down. There's no other reason for a woman to talk to him, even if you're just trying to do your job...

He has had sex workers back out of their job just at the sight of him. There's a reason he doesn't mention his size beforehand, hoping someone will look at his flushed, unsightly, and humiliated face that only a mother could adore and pity him. Please, empathise with him! Just touch his brute chest, and he'll come in his boxers. Practice making out with him and realise how truly disgusting and horrible he is, how he can't properly kiss and bites your bottom lip with his sharp, pearly teeth accidentally, apologising profusely through gasps and heavy breathing.

Just hold his hand and look at him lovingly, pretend you find him attractive, and he'll tip you hundreds for your generosity, for doing charity work...

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Do you think könig could appreciate an s/o with smaller tits?

Oh, for sure. He loves to fit his entire hand around your small breasts, cupping them while rolling his calloused thumb back and forth over the perky bud, earning himself struggled, pathetic, and sweet noises from you.

He especially loves wrapping his soft, wet lips around your puffy nipples after ruthlessly mutilating your insides with his hung, girthy size, drooling over your chest while his other hand massages your other tit, rough skin pressed against yours. He can't get enough of your breasts, if he's being completely honest. It doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, but he'll hold you, trailing his perverse fingertips down your body, his hands fondling with your small breasts while you lazily pour yourself a cup of coffee, the gleaming sun peeking through the crack in the blinds.

And during sex, they become a sex toy; an outlet for his neediness and depravity. Strong hands and blunt fingernails nipping into your soft flesh, your back arched and your mouth agape, eyes rolled back to the repetitive, addictive motion of his broad, wide hips against your supple rear end. “So winzig.” He huffs out, grinding his pearly whites together and furrowing his eyebrows at the mesmerising, familiar sensation of your smooth, glistening insides.

He can't keep his hands off of you... 🙌

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Do you think könig could appreciate an s/o with smaller tits?

Oh, for sure. He loves to fit his entire hand around your small breasts, cupping them while rolling his calloused thumb back and forth over the perky bud, earning himself struggled, pathetic, and sweet noises from you.

He especially loves wrapping his soft, wet lips around your puffy nipples after ruthlessly mutilating your insides with his hung, girthy size, drooling over your chest while his other hand massages your other tit, rough skin pressed against yours. He can't get enough of your breasts, if he's being completely honest. It doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, but he'll hold you, trailing his perverse fingertips down your body, his hands fondling with your small breasts while you lazily pour yourself a cup of coffee, the gleaming sun peeking through the crack in the blinds.

And during sex, they become a sex toy; an outlet for his neediness and depravity. Strong hands and blunt fingernails nipping into your soft flesh, your back arched and your mouth agape, eyes rolled back to the repetitive, addictive motion of his broad, wide hips against your supple rear end. “So winzig.” He huffs out, grinding his pearly whites together and furrowing his eyebrows at the mesmerising, familiar sensation of your smooth, glistening insides.

He can't keep his hands off of you... 🙌

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Why does my hair turn wavy an hour after straightening it?! I haven't stepped outside since straightening it earlier, and already, it's undoing itself... D:

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Rewarding Loser!Boyfriend!König, with a handjob. (🌽 link)

You've been taunting him all day, fucking with his head slowly but surely. This was your plan — your goal — to rile him up, to put him to the test, to see if he would be able to resist and hold back his perverted urges despite the intensifying and worsening ache inside of his tight boxers.

It started off as sly and seductive glances, your eyes half-lidded with that playful, mischievous grin on your face leaving him struggling to catch his breath and his cock half-hard and sticky. Then, it was wearing tiny skirts and revealing tops around him, your touch becoming more intimate and calming. You flaunted your body to the poor social recluse who's lucky to even have your attention. König's eyes would wander over your soft form, increasing the heaviness in his breathing at the soft and plush sight of your supple breasts.

König struggled to hold it together, to keep his composure and prove that he's more than a sickening, freakish pervert who yearns for sex 24/7 — a touch-starved, pathetic loser who's never felt the touch of a woman. You found him breathless and heaving, his head thrown back over his shoulder with his eyes shut tightly and his eyebrows furrowed together through sexual frustration and desperation. Your touch was all he craved and longed for, truthfully. He'd degrade himself if it meant you'd give in and sympathise with the desperate creep, wrap your delicate fingers around his growing, meaty cock.

“Bitte, Meine Schatzchen–... Can’t take much more.”

He felt your soft lips press against his forehead before you placed yourself next to him, your eyes half-lidded and travelling down his body as his eyes welled with tears, glaring at you for your cheekiness and mischief. His cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze, his stiff cock beginning to leak with your soothing touch against his pulsating boner. You weren't gentle — you didn't warm him up to your touch. Each stroke was firm and sloppy, that familiar expression on your face causing him to barely last two whole minutes.

You'd drive him utterly insane, force multiple orgasms out of him with a point to prove that he's beyond debauched and depraved.