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[konigsblog]

OCTOBER 16TH — STEPDAD!KÖNIG. You're even better than your mother; tighter, quieter, and younger, with a pliable mind easy to morph to fit his sickening beliefs.

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 16)

(TW: STEPCEST, DUB-CON)

Your stepfather has always been overprotective of you, you could say.

Your mother brushes off his extreme and controlling protectiveness and perverted touchiness as him being eager to bond with his beloved stepdaughter, ignorant to his disturbing and self-serving behaviour. She's too devoted to your stepfather to truly care for your concerns, blinded by love and adoration for her new husband. What do you mean your stepfather talks about you while drunk? Sure, you're not hearing things, Schatz?

When your mother isn't home, König's grubby hands find themselves exploring your younger figure. He favours you over her, if he's being honest. Your cunt latches onto his growing and meaty cock with greed and hunger, too inebriated to fully comprehend the severity of the immoral situation. You lay there, bleary and glassy eyes rolled to the back of your head and your bottom lip quivering and trembling through the miserable and splitting stretch of his large boner stuffed inside of you, a lone tear wandering down your stinging cheeks at the new experience.

You're much tighter, quieter, and more docile and flexible, too afraid to disobey through drunkenness and uneasiness. Easy to coerce and manipulate.

Your brain is like mush to König; so pliable, easy to morph. He trains your brain to accept and follow his sinister beliefs, conditioned to accept his distorted and ill form of love. He claims he's just looking out for you, that you should trust him to be your first, to ignore the nagging and mortified voice in your head pleading with you to intervene.

It's just König's form of showing affection, isn't it? Come on, Little Mouse, you trust König, right?

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Coquette Thoughts

TW: 18+, Profanity, Fem!Reader

König and his coquette girlfriend as she ties a pink ribbon into a bow around the base of his painfully hard, thick cock, pre-cum staining the fabric and making the bow wilt under the weight of his plentiful seed. He hisses when she pulls the bow taut, catching the most prominent vein on the underside of his member, leaving him aching and begging for her to touch him already - please, I can't take anymore :-(

[ghostaholics]

𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!Reader

➸ CHOKING: he doesn't squeeze that hard – just applies enough pressure the way you like it until that familiar glassy-eyed expression falls over your face, something lust-addled; he always uses his left arm, the one that's all tatted up, consists of intricate pieces he's collected over time until it's formed an elaborate black and white collage that’s inked into his skin – he enjoys seeing how you try to enclose two hands over the entirety of his muscled forearm but can't quite round off the circumference of it, not even trying to get him to pry his grip from your throat, but to keep him there and occasionally prompt him for a little bit more constriction if you need it (❝ Look so fuckin' good like this, don’t you love? ❞)

➸ FAVORITE POSITIONS: anything that can get him as deep inside you as possible, bottomed-out so that he can watch you take every thick inch of him which includes, but is not limited to

(1) mating press or any other variation of it – basically an aggressive 'missionary-style' that gives him the advantage of pile-driving into you, will try to ease your legs onto his shoulders for as long as you can handle it; also likes this because he can still see your eyes roll back in between thrusts when he just grinds into your cunt for a bit while he takes a break and plays with your clit (❝ Greedy cunt's just swallowin' me whole, innit? ❞)

(2) face-down, ass-up - has to pull on your hair a little so you bring your head up to make sure your mouth's not muffled by the pillow (he needs to hear each long, drawn-out moan he can get from you every time he brushes up against that special spot inside you); very primal and powerful, allows him the opportunity to see the arch of your back like this while he's gripping onto your hips for leverage but it's also just so fucking tight and deep (❝ You can take it all, can't you, sweetheart? Yeah, that's my girl. ❞)

➸ DIRTY TALK: typically more reserved in day-to-day conversation, had to work up to being vocal in the bedroom, which now consists of a diverse mixture of low groans, lots of swearing (fuck, shite, or whatever other word that accurately expresses everything he's feeling when he hasn't got a single coherent bloody thought at the moment), as well as any filth like

❝ Gotta stretch you out – work you open on my fingers… Y’know it’d be a shame to wreck this tight, little cunt before I’ve had my fill. ❞

❝ Can’t wait ‘til you milk every last drop of cum from my cock, love. ❞

❝ Where’d your manners go? Say ‘please.’ Let me hear you beg for it. ❞

❝ Christ, I’m gonna flood this fuckin’ cunt. ❞

❝ Do I look like I’m done? Lettin’ my cum leak out… I don’t think so sweetheart. Gotta fuck it back into you now. ❞

❝ Again – love, I'm not stopping until I get another one outta you. So be a good girl and fuckin' come for me. ❞

➸ SPITTING: has a few places he’s fond of; will lift up his mask just above his mouth in order to make it happen

(1) in your mouth, tongue held out in anticipation – he discovers that you’ve got a thing for spit play after a particularly hungry and feverish kiss that has him starving for you, swallowing down your moans, and when he pulls away there’s sort of a wet, glossy little sheen left behind on your lips that you run your tongue over; so, you ask him if he can spit in your mouth because you feel like you need more than just a kiss – he obliges because it reminds him of his cum on your tongue after he asks you where you want him to finish sometimes

(2) on your pussy – absolutely no valid reason for this other than the fact that he really likes rubbing his spit into your cunt and watching it mix with the slickness in between your legs just to make an even bigger mess than the one that’s already there

(3) in his hand, covering his palm – uses it to coat his cock with a few passes over the length of it with his fist, a few harsh tugs at his shaft and a smear of his precum at the head; doesn't really have to because you're wet enough (still wishes he had the opportunity to get you completely fucking soaked, except the circumstances won't allow it), but he's pressed for time, knows it won't be better than the natural lubrication of your own arousal and doesn't care too much since the idea of it makes him that much harder right before he slides on home into your cunt

➸ EATING YOU OUT: he loves it, needs it; heaven between your legs, groans whenever he gets a taste of you, can't resist grabbing handfuls of your ass to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth, tongue flattening and stroking and licking its way into your cunt as you rock down, hips rolling, squirming under the iron-clad grip he's got on your thighs – craves the hot slick rushing out of you, doesn't want to waste a single drop but can't control the way your orgasm liquefies into a sticky and clear wetness that paints his lips and his chin (❝ C’mere. Gonna have you make a mess on my face. ❞ )

➸ DACRYPHILIA: when you're wrought with overstimulation, so, so sensitive after he's ripped the first few orgasms from you – tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging, burning sensation growing in your throat as you try to tamp it down until the first wayward drops of brackish water escape, rolling over your cheeks unsolicited not because the sex hurt but because it was too good and you can't sort out the knotted tangle of emotions you harbor for simon; he asks in a rough and hoarse voice if you're okay, brushes the tears away in a questioning gesture with scarred knuckles until you admit exactly what the cause is, which elicits a deep moan from him signaling that he might just give you another reason to cry

➸ TEASING: rubs the head of his cock against the entrance of your awaiting cunt, back and forth, slowly, just so he can hear you whining impatiently for him to put it in because you hate the feeling of being empty; maybe you should ask nicely, try being polite – it might be the solution to putting an end to your misery

[yumethefrostypanda]

Bravo 0-7 You're distracting him :3

[steddielations]

Eddie finally lets Jeff talk him into going on this blind date. It's not like he's against dating, he just doesn't expect fireworks from an hour of small talk over an overpriced dinner, y'know? Jeff swore by this guy, though, assuring Eddie that they would hit it off, but Eddie will never know because the guy doesn't show.

That's right, he gets stood up, Jeff texts him a string of apologies saying the guy chickened out. So Eddie’s just sitting there alone, trying not to sulk when the waitress asks if he's still waiting to order. Fuck it, he refuses to be the most miserable person in the restaurant, looking around to find someone equally as pathetic, and lo and behold:

Three tables away, there's a guy getting dumped.

Eddie eavesdrops because he has nothing better to do. It’s a pretty standard breakup. Sounds like they haven't been together long and things fizzled out. Neither of them seem to be invested enough to try and salvage it.

"Aren't you gonna say anything, Steve?"

No, Steve isn't. He just sits there while his former boyfriend leaves, doesn't try to stop him at all. Not in a hardened douchebag way, but in a dejected 'why do I even bother' way that Eddie knows all about.

And well, Eddie might be a cynic but his curiosity isn't dead. This Steve is far too pretty to be getting dumped in a seafood place and Eddie has to know what the deal is. It leads him right over to Steve's table. He looks up at Eddie, not quite dead behind the eyes yet, but maybe a little lonely. Just needs a spark.

"Alright well, something tells me that a stranger bugging you won't be the worst thing to happen to you tonight, so I'm just gonna take this empty seat and maybe we can help each other figure out why we're both alone on a Friday night. What do you say?"

Steve blinks, a little taken back at first, then he matches the nonchalance that Eddie's so good at faking with a smirk and a shrug, "Depends. Do you have all night?"

Turns out, Jeff was right about one thing, Eddie does hit it off with someone and it doesn't take all night. They leave the restaurant together, spend hours just walking the town and even breaking into a park after hours. It's the most fun Eddie's had in a while, and even though he doesn't get a goodnight kiss just yet, he gets a second date, which is even better.

He walks home with a skip in his step and a fire in his belly that he hasn't felt in years. He never thought he'd be so glad to get stood up before.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Series Synopsis: A series of (mostly) unrelated one shots, featuring Oliver Aiku somehow getting involved with the love lives of various Blue Lock characters — whether he wants to or not.

SHOEI BAROU | AO3

SAE ITOSHI | AO3

TABITO KARASU | AO3

REO MIKAGE | AO3

SEISHIRO NAGI | AO3

EITA OTOYA | AO3

KENYU YUKIMIYA | AO3

OLIVER AIKU | AO3

[shyravenns]

Been seeing a lot of lumberjack!price stuff lately, and decided to give my take on it!

[sky-is-the-limit]

Farah: Do you want to play 20 questions?

Alex: Sure!

Farah: What's your favourite colour?

Alex, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

[erraticsketchings]

I spent way more time on one of these than the other. Bet you can tell which one.

[l1li4n]

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SAD THEY MAKE ME

[konigsblog]

holding hands while simon fucks you.

his aching and throbbing cock drilling into your sweet, tight pussy. your juices coating his length while you squeeze his hand tightly, feeling as he nudges against your cervix. a whimper leaves through your swollen lips, his dirty talk and praise going straight to your core. “that's it, just another inch, love- c'mon.. you can do it, do it f'me, baby...” simon's breathy, guttural groans cause you to tighten around his shaft, allowing him to push further inside.

your grip leaves indents on his skin, nails digging into his wrists and flesh as he smacks into you - full and heavy balls slapping against your skin, lips agape and eyes rolled to the back of your skull. simon uses his other hand to hold you by the crown of your head, legs wrapped around his waist as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. “good fuckin' girlll... there we go, sweethear'...” his praise is mixed with cruel chuckles as he bottoms out, barely giving you adjustment to his large, meaty size.

stuttered gasps flow through your soft lips, his head tilted to the side as he buries his face in your hair, huffing at your sweet scent as he slams deep and hard inside. you can practically feel him piercing your cervix, bruising it with his pace.

broad hips push deep into your own. your gummy walls clutching onto his girth as he chases his high. you squeeze his hand desperately - attempting to stabilise yourself - while rubbing your needy clit with your other hand, stimulating it as you cum around his size. it shakes you; your thighs trembling as he continues with his sloppy and deep thrusts, your slick running down his balls and coating the skin on your thighs, panting as you grip his hand and grit your teeth.

it hurts yet, feels so good, the desirable pleasure rushing through you lile ecstasy. simon's drooling tip seeps out fluids into your hole, and with one last thrust, he smacks into you and grips your hand with an iron grip, nearly crushing your fingers. his seed fills you; potent and milky, pearly liquid running down your wet thighs as he groans lowly. getting you to cockwarm him to keep every drop of his precious cum inside your greedy, full hole.

- @ konigsblog (reblogs and comments are appreciated. do not repost on any other site without previous consent.) ☄️

[notbecauseofvictories]

also it's October, so who's got fun and off-the-beaten-path recommendations for horror books, horror movies, or point-and-click horror games?

[lutzlig]

i love you vesna.........

(translation of "ob sie des wohl vertrogt?": 'is that good for her?')

[yuqi-luv]

do it, do it like me do it * ° ໋•̩̩͙ ִ 𓈒ּ ° ͏ 𑜞᭄ೃ ͏⏝ི ✿

[yumethefrostypanda]

Now focus on his eye(s) and nose :3 For me i get an idea of his face(shape).

Still one of my faves *-*