#♡.mlm

[gummyfang]

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ Perv König  ´ˎ˗

➳　【K ö n i g　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐠/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was SUPPOSED to be headcanons. no clue what happened here, it kinda turn into word vom so if it's kinda shit dont come at me. also I made Konig bi hehe. I had some more ideas but this got a bit long and i got lazy so let me know if you'd like a second part to this ♡

Deprivation of touch and sexual attention is nothing unheard of at a location such as a military base. With little ways to relieve their frustration, most men are forced to resort to fantasy as they rub one out.

König was no different. And really, he didn’t have a problem with it. He was never a man who needed much to get going, the mental image of random men and women enough to have him cum all over his hand. It wasn’t desperation for him, just routine. Masturbation was just what helped him relax after a physically and emotionally taxing day. That is, until you came into the picture.

The first time König saw you, he wasn’t being too weird about you. Just watching KorTac’s rookie members walk on by, as he checked them out one by one, his steely gaze lingered on you.

Maybe it was the way you looked so pathetic, doe-like eyes wide as you shuffled along like a lost little deer. Or perhaps it was the way your combat cargo pants (despite not being meant to fit tightly) hugged nicely around your ass. You’d caught König’s attention.

It wasn't until you approached him that he really started taking interest in you. Being such a large man with a reputation for being ruthless on the battlefield did not make König a very approachable man, and he wasn't exactly keen on mingling with strangers either. So when you approached him for his help with a tangled strap on your gear, he was pleasantly surprised.

You apologized quietly and continuously, embarrassed you had to ask for help from someone with so much more experience so early on. Little did you know König was enjoying himself quite a bit.

With a gruff chuckle, his thick fingers started working on untangling the mess of straps and clasps, making him wonder how the fuck you managed to do this in the first place.

His fingers traced your back gently, the light shudder you tried to hide not going unnoticed to the large man.

God, you looked so fucking cute and petite sitting down under him like this. König's eyelids slid down as he sunk into thoughts, thinking back to your doe-like gaze.

Before he knew it, his fingers slid away from the straps to explore along your body, tracing along your sides. Your shirt moved up a little as he did, exposing your lower back. Your underwear was peaking out from under the waist of your trousers, just enough to let the teasing view settle in his mind. König felt his cock twitch in his pants, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

He was grateful he still had his sniper hood up. If anyone could see him, well... he looked fucking depraved.

His name floating from your lips snapped him back out of his trance, his large hands quickly dropping back down. He mutters a shitty excuse about checking the other straps, before finally untangling the mess. He excuses himself, and before you can get another word in, he's seen himself out.

That night, his cock felt ten times as sensitive as usual. König tugged it out of his boxers with little grace before fucking his fist animalistically. Where his mind was usually filled with faceless, nude bodies, the picture in his mind had now taken a clearer shape. It was you.

He thought of your pretty waist, how he could hold onto it as he fucked his cum into you. And that underwear, God.

As he bucked into his fist and the spurts of white liquid made his hand sticky, he knew something changed in him. Jacking off by himself like this wasn't going to keep him satisfied. He needed more.

The depravity got to König quickly. Soon, his masturbation sessions doubled. Where he'd usually only satisfy himself at the end of the day, he now found himself waking him hard as a rock with lewd fantasies of you drifting through his mind. Not bothering to wait until his morning wood dissipated, he instead decided using the material his depraved mind provided him with would be easier anyways.

Soon, when he wasn't busy himself, König could frequently be found overseeing rookie training from a distance, though there was really only one he had eye for.

Could you blame him? You were practically asking to be stared at, the way you kept bending over as if you were begging for him to come over and shove you to the floor and have his way with you right then and there.

Each of your little curves and movements were stored in König's memory, only for him to jack off to later.

At first he'd tried being subtle about it. Although he was drawn to you, there was some shame tied to his actions. Eyeing up a new recruit like this? And this often? People would start talking if he weren't careful.

But slowly, it was like he forgot he was supposed to feel ashamed for this. Where he used to find excuses to go to the training room to seek you out, usually claiming it was his turn to clean the training equipment, he now just started leering at you from the doorway.

After all, it was much easier to look at you where his view wasn't obscured by other rookies or equipment.

Then, eventually, just watching you bend your sweaty body in those positions wasn't enough for König. He needed you. Your essence. Anything that had to do with your body.

He didn't act on it. At least, not at first. König was not stupid. His perverse gazes could land him some social repercussions among his peers, but actually going behind your back to pleasure himself with your belongings? That could get him in serious shit.

But then the opportunity presented itself to him on a silver platter. You'd left the radio on your bed in a hurry, and you wouldn't have enough time to eat if you went out to grab it. But of course kind-hearted König didn't mind getting it for you.

Your barracks were empty. His heavily thudding footsteps echoing off the walls and breathing were the only noises he could hear. Your bed wasn’t hard to spot with the small radio thrown on the pillow.

But as he moved to pick it up, he caught a whiff of your scent. Immediately, his cock twitched in his pants. He’d been growing closer to you, and as he did, your scent became one of many aspects that reminded him of how much you turned him on.

But now, here he was, his stiff member forming a tent in his pants as he stood there, all alone. He felt his ears heat up at the realization what his body and mind were screaming for him to do.

For a moment, he convinced himself to just pick up your radio and force his legs to walk himself back out. But as soon as he leaned over to snatch it off the pillow, his shin bumped against the edge of the bed, and he clumsily tumbled onto the sheets.

As soon as his nose was shoved into the sheets, he knew he was done for.

He knew this was wrong. For the first time since he’d met you, he was struck by feelings of actual shame as he writhed around to make himself comfortable, before pulling his cock out and hurriedly pumping his hand up and down.

As he was lying down on your bed, those scenes of you doing sit-ups in those tightly fit pants started replaying in his mind. He whimpered softly as he pressed his thumb down on the head of his cock, the thought of you sleeping here tonight none the wiser of what happened only made him hornier.

A vein popped up on the back of his hand as the grip on the smooth fabric of the sheets tightened, pressing it over his mouth and nose.

Your scent drove him crazy. It offered him a figment of the proximity he imagined when he stroked his cock to your image every night.

His thumb rolled over the head of his cock, the digit gathering some of the precum leaking out the tip to lube up his rough strokes.

A loud moan muffled by the sheets erupted from his throat before his spend was spilling over his hand and abdomen. Thank fuck he'd pulled up his shirt a little.

A few drops leaked onto your bed, but he couldn't be bothered to clean those up. The thought of you sleeping with his semen under your sheets only turned him on more.

God, he felt so fucking dirty.

He knew he was done for. He'd never cummed this hard before in his life. Every single aspect of you turned him on, he needed you.

But you'd be none the wiser. He'd make sure of that, König thought to himself as he wiped away the fluids. He pulled his pants back up and fixed up your bed, before grabbing the radio and heading back out as if nothing happened.

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@rahmown @catou1305 @johfaam0 @tulipsbymybed

[pillxw-prince]

ⓘ this user was made to take cock ♡

[xochimillilili]

Love how some boys get so lost in their puppiness that they can't even talk anymore~

Just whining and whimpering, wagging their tails, hiding behind their paws or blankies, so cutely eager for praise as they lift their legs on their own, showing off how drippy their puppy parts really are~

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝗯𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ···─OUR ABDITORY with Silvan

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Summary: It's strange how feelings can change over time, before he was just some human to you. So how did he become your favorite? wc: 1.2k

tags: fluff, ooc silvan + reader, mentions of sexual and a bit dark things ig, pretty silvan, +

Abditory: (n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place.

Note: Soo only three more to go, Silvan as of currently has the longest one TvT Also I noticed that I actually struggle to write them fucked up, so probably all of them are currently getting babied by my ass. I had the idea yesterday but not as big as this, just the intertwined fingers the rest came from alone (and the title)

Anyways hope y'all enjoy this <3

It was yet again a rather dull morning, life got so boring, vampires took over the humans, having them as a simple food source, someone they could use for pleasure.

Being on the top of the food chain definitely got less and less exciting, while it also might be that you rather took some pity towards your pet, Silvan. Most of the time he was so– out of it. Scared you would throw him away, but god his blood was addicting and the way he always looked so blissed out after you fed on him.

So you decided to keep him longer, even as he slowly turned into a fool in love. You noticed how he looked at you, wanting to be the only one that you feast on. Which soon proved itself to be right as you brought a human just for a bit to– replace Silvan’s place.

The way his eyes filled with unshed tears, he didn’t get angry as you expected he would be, he simply ran and for the first time in a long time of your immortal life, there was a tug on your dead heart. 

Was it really good to slowly see him as more than a simple pet? Of course not.

But did you care after you saw his teary face, slowly getting brighter, as you told him he would be the only pet you would keep. Soon he clung at you, as a big smile was plastered on his lips, you couldn’t help but suppress a sigh as you wrapped your arms around Silvan, before you lifted him up and carried him to your room.

As you sit him on the bed, he quickly grasps the end of your sleeve. Your eyes found him, a pout settled on his lips and tears welled up in his eyes. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered with a shaky voice. Your eyes wandered over his body, he looked rather thin, not in a healthy way.

Slowly you sat down beside him, gently taking his hand off of your sleeve. A pitiful whine left Silvan, but you only took his small and boney hand in yours with utmost care. He looks so fragile, compared to your healthy being, “Are you eating enough?” You suddenly asked, before you gently intertwined your fingers with his. 

There was a moment of brief silence, as Silvan’s eyes were simply staring at your locked fingers with wide round eyes. His eyes opened and closed like a fish, before he seemed to remember your question, making him shake his head in slight shame. 

A slight scoff left you, before gently pushing Silvan back on the bed. “Well then, I’ll get you something to eat, while you rest.” Silvan wanted to protest, but you simply raised your hand, “Can’t have my favorite pet dying on me, can I?” Were your words, before you left the bedroom.

Silvan looked at the half closed door, like a deer in headlights. His hand moved to his chest, where his heart was beating erratically, clenching the fabric of his shirt.

He was your favorite.

Biting his lip was fruitless as the smile was still showing on his face. When you came back you felt the happiness radiating off of Silvan. You watched as he happily ate the food you brought him, watching as an imaginary tail wagged happily behind him. 

A small smile played on your lips, maybe it wasn’t that bad to have him by your side. He’s a refreshing change, from the oh so dull life.

With that a few months passed, as suddenly news spread of the humans fighting back their owners, you weren’t sure how it was possible, but there were also deaths of two vampires. 

It was shocking to hear, an immortal being dying? 

The news broadcasted how there’s multiple uprisings and riots in other cities. It wouldn’t be long until the same would happen in yours.

You were deeply immersed in your own thoughts, that Silvan actually managed to make you jump, ever so slightly in your seat. Your eyes met his round ones that were filled with concern. Over the past few months the relationship between you and your pet has gotten better, the happiness that he feels seemed to have an effect on how his blood tasted even more sweeter, that’s rather what you told yourself.

“I would never do anything like these people,” Silvan said, confusing you for a second until you remember the news that you both watched together. Your hand that was lazily wrapped around his waist, grabbed a bit tighter into his soft flesh. “I know,” you said while eyeing his figure. He had gained back a lot more weight, the ones half dead looking Silvan, now looked like a blooming flower in your arms. “But I won’t put you in the danger of other dumb beings, so we’re leaving.” You told Silvan, who looked surprised by your words.

“Where are we going?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, “It’s going to be a surprise, but one thing I can tell you– there won’t be many people around to hear your cute moans in the future.”

A soft gasp left Silvan, while a blush formed on his cheeks spreading to his neck, as he squeezed his thighs together. Both of you didn’t do anything big sexually, you only jerked him off while you feasted on his blood. You still remember how his legs were spread open and shaking, while his head rested against your shoulder and the loud moans spilling from his lips.

It didn’t take long for you to secure everything that would be important for both of you to simply disappear from the public eye.

Another month passed in your new home, you were sitting at the dining table while Silvan tried to cook your guys lunch, his tongue sticking out as his eyes were focused on the food on the stove. His hair grew a bit longer and was tied in a messy half-up to keep the hair out of his face while cooking.

The Tv was on in the living room, connected to the kitchen, another news broadcast, humans and vampires were still fighting against each other, it was basically another war. Many hope that it will settle soon, tired of the losses both sides suffer. 

Soon a plate landed in front of you, and you couldn’t help but smile at Silvan, “Looks good,” you simply spoke. Yeah, as a vampire you don’t actually have to eat human food, but it made Silvan happy to cook for you and eat with you, so you did just that. “Do you think they would fuck?” Silvan suddenly asked, while cutting into the meat, you looked perplexed at him, Silvan has gotten a lot more bold and confident with you, speaking his mind rather openly, which can lead to situations like this.

“Who?” You simply asked him, now it was Silvan that looked at you, “Well Adin and Loic, they could be enemies to lovers..” Silvan said. His words made your mouth drop open, Adin and Loic were the current leaders in the ‘war’ so it was a rather weird question of Silvan, “Maybe you shouldn’t read too many books, dear.” You settled on this answer, Silvan only shrugged his shoulders before continuing to eat, “you never know, meanie.” 

With these words you both simply enjoyed the rest of the day, hopefully for a long, long time to come.

[enslavedheart]

I want him to get so jealous over me it becomes toxic, I want to be desired so much that the thought of anything else coming between us makes him physically ill

[nichoswag]

&team really is just yuma and his collection of crushes bc WHAT

ohhhh , he def writes fanfiction and no i will not expand on that !! (im lying) also wdym his sexiness jumps out .. is he trying to tell us something 🤨

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

May I politely ask for a Rick Grimes/Male Reader dumbification drabble for Pride Month? Please?

male!reader, wc: 222. nsfw.

a/n: writing for male!r is new to me so forgive me if it's not up to par but also because i haven't written anything in literally forever but happy pride month, here's an mlm smut for my amab followers!

Rick was like an ocean; deep, dark, and easy to get lost in.

He surrounded you, flooded your lungs and clouded your mind. You were warm, but there was that itchiness of desperation under your skin, lighting your nerves aflame as his large calloused hands explored your body.

His fingers grazed down your chest, tweaking your nipples before flattening them on the planes of your stomach. His hips were relentless in the way that they fucked you; demanding, wanting, and needing. 

You know Rick was speaking to you, probably asking an enticing question that he knew you couldn’t answer. Your brain was mush, your mind scrambling to find a grip on reality.

Rick’s hands were heavy on your hips, the back of your thighs raw and bruised. It was supposed to be a punishment you supposed, but honestly, being able to let go for a moment was more like a reward than anything.

“You feel me?”

All you could do was whine and grapple at the pillows above your head. 

“I asked,” He ground out. He dragged his hips until his cock tugged at your rim before slamming back in. “If you feel me.” A gasp tore its way from your lungs, and you cried out.

“Yes! Fuck - yes! I feel you.”

You swore you heard him mutter out a ‘good boy.’

[bizarreaizen]

i love chubby fat men <//3 /gen

[nllick]

TV GIRL x DIRTMONEY

Art creds at the end!! (I'm too lazy to type all the usernames. 💀)

[scyfozoa]

[ 🦁❄️ ] the scrunklys... kou is so in love

[vanillashusband]

New Halloween themed costumes have dropped!! Get your exclusive "Madly in Love Tea Party" costume set now!

finished this yesterday but forgot to post it hgjfhjg

🧡TAGLIST: @selfshippinglover @tulaytullahs @sunflawyer @sunstar-of-the-north @honeycombscereal

[casperz-xs0ulz]

it seems when a trans man is not "too" masculine they get infantilized in ways such as "my trans baby boy🥺" but when trans men are super masculine it makes people uncomfortable, i thought you supported trans people? no you only support your stereotype of a trans man and when they feel happy being masc you suddenly feel threatened by their own happiness. grow the fuck up.

[xochimillilili]

Watching as the pretty little prince falls apart and his eyes glaze over with just a simple caress of my fingers between the wet drippy folds of his royal pussy

Such a good boy~ Biting onto his crown as to not alert the guards... to try to hide his sweet moans and whines as I fuck his tight cunt~

[ejundo]

genre; fluff?’

(js yr regular fic ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ)

Morinozuka Takashi x Book worm!Male Reader

m.n = just insert ur name it means “my name” but obvs its not me . its YOU!!

FEM DNI WITH MY WORK!! THIS IS STRICTLYY FOR MALE READERS. YOU HAVE PLENTY OF TALENTED PEOPLE WHO WOULD GLADLY WRITE FOR YOUU.

warning;

height difference , reader short like abt 5ft 4in , mori tall per usual. NERDY reader. reader is a boy , purposely lowercase!! bad grammar [english sucks] .🐾

sum; reader coincidentally bumps into morinozuka while trying to make his way towards the book club he started.. possibly sparking an interest in one another?

requested?; no || yes

— there are no male readers for mori or just OHSHC IN GENERAL. so why not do it myself!!!! [i dont rwsd my own stories]

m.n isn’t really known / “popular.” he occasionally kept to himself with his many books. he was so invested and interested in books that he made a book club.

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it flopped. nobody ever really came to the club , hell nobody was in the club! well , other then m.n himself though..regardless of that. he enjoyed the peace and quiet he had when studying, and reading. nobody to bother him and his wonderful precious books!

pushing aside his many books, he also studied other people. it isn’t weird.. he just rather learn who too avoid and who is okay to stick by. he learned that the bratty self obnoxious over confident girls were best to avoid as they’d most likely spit mean comments out of their spoiled mouth.

though , while observing the many students of ouran. his eyes would always observe this one specific person. his name was morinozuka. He was tall , quiet , and seemed caring to his cousin, haninozuka or.. otherwise called “hani.” m.n knew these details and “facts” because of the students who spoke about the ouran host club! he wasn’t interested in such things as the host club, thinking of it as a waste of time .. and overall weird. flirting with others just to raise your reputation? how pointless.

though, it seems that this must be m.n’s lucky day! and on this day as of right now.. it was the end of class more specifically club hours. and due to m.n being a major nerd and the leader of the book club that nobody is aware of he quickly rushed out of the classroom so he wouldn’t bump into any sort of trouble.

gladly he didnt. and so he made his way towards the court area. passing by big green maze.. he wasn’t aware of the club he slightly despised was hosting one of their stupid club activities out there so…

then. he took a sharp left and his head collided with another students chest?, his glasses (yes glasses.) were knocked down as he fell back, his books scattered as he caught himself.. on the ground.

he groaned in pain, opening his eyes, rubbing them in an attempt to get any dirt out, the person who he bumped into bent down and gathered all of m.n’s stuff. even being so kind to put m.ns glasses on for m.n.

his eyebrows furrowed as he cleaned the lenses, he pushed his glasses up back on the bridge of his nose, then stared at the culprit who bumped into him.

m.n realized who it was, it was the one who he observed every time..it was.. i think you know. he blinked rapidly and got up onto his feet, he bowed and muttered countless of apologies. mori only stood in silence watching as the other apologized like he just spilt boiling hot coffee all over his face..

m.n lifted his head up and stared at mori, looking directly into his eyes. they looked unfazed and slightly cold, m.n nervously chuckled before standing up correctly fixing his posture and dusting off any dust or dirt.

m.n quickly scrambled away. mori watching as the h.c boy scurried off, he was surely interesting. so interesting mori was intrigued by him..

maybe just maybe one day the two will meet, and maybe that would be m.n’s lucky, chance to ask the host on a date… not like he really will…

LORDDDD , i am finally done.. i am sooo sorry for having like the LONGEST writers block ever.. and it seems i sitll have like barely ANY motivation. [this isnt really proofread] AND MB IF ITS HORRID. i literally rushed through this entire story not giving one fuck bruh. i just wanted to finish this so i can write for my ocs 🙏

[enslavedheart]

I want so badly to fully corrupt each other, I want to know the darkest parts of your heart and mind. I already love you beyond what should be humanly possible, but the more I get to see of you the harder I fall. I want to know every awful and fucked up thought you have, I want to cherish and love all the parts of you everyone else sees as bad or wrong. Every single bit of you is perfection <3

[xblood-sugarx]

"my boy" jajsksdjsidiifjdkdkdkfkkdjksj