#baker könig

[konigsblog]

tw: rape/non-con, somnophillia. 18+ 🍪🍰

pervy-baker-könig who makes a fresh batch of cookies for the neighbour moved in next door.

of course, he can't just be normal - instead, he pours thick globs of his hot cum into the batter, mixing it together with his hung, weeping cock hanging from his black, tight boxers, hidden behind his apron.

he stalks you and watches your every move from his kitchen window. his breathing quickens at the sight of your pretty body, milky cum running down his veiny shaft as he jerks himself off, peaking out of the curtains to watch you bend over, picking up your moving boxes.

the curve of your ass, and the way the wind blows your summer dress up occasionally. july's heat causes you to become sweaty, whilst könig's shirt sticks to his muscular, burly body, stroking himself with his head thrown back, gritting his teeth and panting heavily at the sight of you.

and fuck, it breaks him to see you so sweet and gentle. your sweet voice rings in his ear as you thank him for the gift, so naïve and unsuspecting of the pervert, taking a bite infront of him and complimenting him on the unique touch of saltiness - how it's the best cookie you've ever had...

of course, he assumes you want more of his delicious, special desserts !! perhaps, he'll lean over your face whilst you're asleep at night, sneaking into your house next door, his fat tip against your lip, droplets of milky cum dripping from the head of his shaft, leaking against your tongue whilst you sleep peacefully.

[wizardrousactivity]

CAN YOU DO AN ASK WHERE KONIG IS WITH A LITTLE FREAK!!!! Like she's very sweet and dainty but in the sheets she's an actual devil like she'll overstimulate him pls pls pls pls my little wizard pls i n

anything you ask for silly CW: König is depicted as an older man, also depicted as having exploiter traits but its only said once. He's just a freak idk TW: Smut, sperm cramps/ball cramps

The man himself, was in for a sweet surprise when he first met you, this little sweet thing that made equally the sweet treats.

He wasn't the kind who would purposefully buy desserts - always watching the weight he gained and lost, it was a truly bad habit, one he hasn't been able to get over since his teenage years up to his late 30's. But all of that previous baggage had gone down the drain once he saw you, unpacking loads of flours and goods, just on his daily walk. You gave him a warm smile as you hauled them over your shoulders, hoping he would come into your little bakery to shop. You were just a nice little baker after all, he wouldn't mind taking advantage of it. And here he is now, chest rising and falling shakily beneath you - as you milk him for all he's worth. He's trying not to be too loud as his balls cramp and tighten, but your pace just won't let up, your thighs were practically on fire from how much they burned with your constant motions. But it's all worth it if you get to see him break, reduced to an ant-hill in front of you. He's about to go cross-eyed from how dumb-fucked he's gotten, heaving out moans pathetically, begging for you to stop his umpteenth upcoming orgasm. "Hmg- Slow down..!" His voice was thin-laced beset by your previous actions, and his desire to release himself. You only chuckle, grabbing his cheeks so he only looks at you. The contortionist of his torture - his fingers dig into the mattress beneath him, and his eyes almost roll to the end of his skull as you start to squeal out and tighten around him. You bite into your bottom lip, gazing at him with heavy eyes. "One more time. Please Köni.." You whine out, and he couldn't refuse, especially not when you looked at him like that. "Ah-Ahuh.." He clumsily agrees, knowing you were lying, you just loved the feeling of his cock filling you up. Nice and full with his length. König whines at the coil in his lower stomach getting unbearably thin, your legs quiver in pain and your back arches twofold, equally as close as him. You muffle a maniacal sound of pleasure, a dumbed out, cheeky smile planted on your face. And he feels as if a succubus from the deepest parts of Hell has came to drink him, leave him dry of all fluids. Is that evident in the sounds he's making, his mewls getting faster and frequent, more panicked even. "Mgh-nein..!" All you can hear is inconsistent babbles, your nearing hours of edging and draining made him sensitive all over, you doubt he wouldn't cum just from the slightest touch or peck you give him. "Hah-- fuck!" He groans out like it was hurting him, unable to function and grab onto anything anymore - his arms fall beside him, teeth clenching tightly in an attempt to stop any more 'embarrassing' sounds threatening to escape. His legs shake with another intensely pleasurable orgasm dragged out of him, perhaps the edging did help.

[machveil]

Baker!Reader and Tattoo— NO!! Baker!Reader and Baker!Simon Riley/Baker!König like the couple from Kiki’s Delivery Service >:O

I want to be impressed by their dough kneading and pan twirling skills like Osono’s husband Fukuo!! silent but confidently skilled! doesn’t talk much and gets the job done! loves his wife!!

[just-a-little-nut]

I'd like to trade my full time retail to full time baker so I can have a meet cute situation with the future loves of my life.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think.  Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock? 

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears. 

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate. 

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is. 

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.” 

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.” 

Oh my god, he really is shy. 

“For here, or to go?” 

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies. 

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign. 

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross. 

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine. 

“König,” he answers. 

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer. 

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.” 

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think. 

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now. 

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.” 

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.” 

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time. 

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him. 

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.  

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off. 

“Would I what, Schätzchen [sweetie]?” 

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt. 

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you. 

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner. 

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you. 

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].” 

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.” 

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

[madsnic1119]

Just fyi. It’s not x reader if you give them a name. Atp it’s an oc :) annoys the fuck outta me y’all give them names. Like a nickname to go along with the story like something out of cod I can understand but naming the reader and giving them specific traits is NOT x reader. Don’t tag it as such if it isn’t. I’m not the only one who’s annoyed by this.

[cupids-dove]

WAIT. FUCK. I LOVE THIS AU??? WITCH BAKER??? WITCH BAKER!!!!

on the fantasy aus.. witch!reader who bakes her spells into pastries and stirs them into drinks at her little cafe and perchance any one of the 141 boys being a frequent customer? big ol knight who needs a little pick me up sometimes?

You’re getting all of them because sometimes I look at these asks and otome games flash in my mind

Gaz, to be quite honest, is mostly here for the pastries and tea. The magic stuff is just a bonus. As a result, the charms he gets are very simple, mostly cosmetic stuff. Clearing under eye bags, whitening teeth, stuff like that. His relentless flirting does not get him free hand pies, much to his dismay.

Soap is on that painkiller pastry grindset. He has various chronic pains that you have spells to soothe in the form of blueberry and cheese danishes. And he probably gets a horrifically sweet drink with whatever the magic equivalent of adderall is. He dabbles in apothecary himself, so he likes to flirt by talking shop with you about potions and reagents.

Ghost comes in like clockwork. Right before closing every day that you’re open. Gets a sleepy time tea and whatever pastry has got the dreamcatcher spell in it. Always overpays and refuses to take any change. Every time he casually reminds you that the offer for marriage is still open, but you’re not yet entirely convinced it’s not just a ploy to have a limitless supply of your tea.

Price is not here for the pastry or the magic— he’s here to wife you the fuck up, to be honest. He sees that you’re hardworking and talented as well as stunning. In addition, he thinks you should come work in the palace to provide your services to the royal guard, rather than running this tiny shop on a side street in town. So he’s trying to sweep you up on two fronts.

König gets the same kind of spells as most knights— treats to soothe various pains and accelerate healing, drinks that encourage pleasant dreams. His most frequent orders are for fruit tarts that increase luck and fortune— sometimes he gets the ones for coming battles, but mostly he gets the ones that are meant to bring luck in matters of the heart. He’s desperately hoping you’ll get the hint soon.

Nik travels vast distances often, and is one of your primary suppliers for ingredients. He’s guilty of regularly offering steep discounts in exchange for kisses (you’ve limited it to just the cheek). He also likes to remind you that you wouldn’t have to compensate him at all if this were more of a family business between you two, yes?

[paint-the-walls-white]

I don't share

Pairing: Possessive!König x Fem!Reader

Summary: König doesn't like sharing you, which is exactly why you had been married for almost ten years and none of his comrades knew about you. At least, not until he drunkenly spilled the beans and you showed up the next day with a box of cookies..

Warnings: Bondage! MDom! Doggy! CreamPie! OverStim! Oral(M2F)!

König was very secretive of his personal life on account of his social anxiety. He had been transfered to Task Force 141 for a while and had made pretty good friends with them, but of course, one night TF141 was making fun of him while drinking and in his own drunken haze he blurted out something that didn't go unnoticed,

"If you keep making fun of my wife, I'll kill you. Oh wait, that sounded like a joke; I will actually kill you."

He was very protective and possessive of you, which you didn't mind in the slightest. But he had accidently revealed that he had a wife, and everyone kept pestering him about it.

"I bet she's a strong lass aye? Big as an Ox! Only person that makes sense fer a mountain" Soaps slurred comment made him scoff as König kept sipping on his vodka, aggravated and embarrassed.

"What she do fer a living König? She a construction worker or somethin?"

König looked at Gaz with bewilderment. "A construction worker? where the hell did you get that? Gott.. Nein she's a baker."

Even Ghost was muttering how she probably had massive arms to carry 8 trays at once of protein bars. König kept to himself the rest of the night before returning home to you.

"Hi mein Liebe, I'm home." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, stripping off his tactical vest and mask then kicking off his boots.

"How was your night with the boys? Was it fun?"

He lied down on top of you, burying his face in your chest, crushing your small frame as he huffed annoyed.

"Kept making fun of you...Arschlöcher.. kept sayin you were a big burly lady.."

You snorted, running your fingers through his hair. You told him to ignore them because they didn't know what they were talking about, they were just trying to get a rise out of him.

He sighed, content in your arms as he fell into a drunken sleep on top of you, the crushing pressure more than welcomed.

The next day you decided to surprise König on base with a little gift. The guards of course did not believe that you were his wife so you pulled out the marriage certificate and your spouse ID card to shove it in their face. They were gob smacked as they discovered he had a wife and informed you he was currently at the cantina.

You were directed where to go, a box of chocolate chip cookies in had as you made your way there. Once inside, the place gradually got quiet as you made your way over to your husband giddy as his back faced you.

König was currently berating his friends about making fun of you again until he noticed that they weren't even paying attention, they were looking behind him.

He turned, and there you were, barely meeting his eye level while he was sitting, a box of cookies in hand adorned in a pleated pink skirt and a white tank top with a knit sweater and chunky white heels.

"Surprise! I brought you cookies Liebe!"

The horror that flooded his gaze was unmatched. He quickly wrapped around you to hide you from onlookers, glaring in their direction.

"Mein Liebe, what are you doing here? You are for my eyes only!"

You pouted into him, pushing off of his chest, "I wanted to surprise you," His eyes softened and he huffed, turning to glare at the men at the table who were still gaping in your direction.

"Thas your wife König? The lass is like half your size!" Soap stared on in horror, you could tell what he was thinking about so you hid in his shirt.

"Let's go." He stood, throwing you over his shoulder and flattening your skirt over your ass. Your face was red as you tried to keep the box from being crushed, and you just stared down, completely embarrassed.

"König put me down!" You kicked your legs, trying to fight him off, but he just smacked your ass and carried you out of the cantina, everyone completely silent.

"What the hell just happened." Ghost shrugged at Soaps comment and just kept eating silently.

König had carried you all the way to his quarters, gently placing you on the bed. The blood had rushed to your head so you were bright red.

He knelt, taking off your shoes and rubbing at your sore feet.

"Why did you think this was a good idea mein Liebe? Hmm?"

"I just wanted to bring you a treat.. I thought you'd like seeing me here.."

König sighed, kissing your shin before he looked up at you with his piercing gaze.

"Lamm, I can't keep my eyes off of you, which means neither can other men. I'm the only one that gets to look at you. Du bist mein."

You huffed and averted your gaze, cheeks a bright pink as you handed him a cookie.

"Still, you didn't have to make a scene.." He simply chuckled and stood.

"I know you like it when I toss you around Liebling, you cant fool me. I know you loved the attention."

He caged you in on the bed, prompting you to lie on your back, legs hanging off the edge. You pulled up his mask to reveal his mouth and pressed your lips to his. König groaned softly, slanting his lips against yours, intensifying the kiss.

You moaned and panted into his mouth, whimpering at the flavor of his tongue against yours. He ran a hand up your thigh, squeezing your soft skin in his calloused hands.

He pulled away to attack your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin

"K-König.. what if someone sees-!"

"Don't care.. they need to know who you belong to... Du bist mein..."

You squirmed underneath him, far too excited at the attention he was giving you, especially when he slipped a finger under your panties and rubbed at your sloppy folds.

"Scheiße.. du bist so wet for me Liebe.."

You watched with dazed eyes as he slid off the bed onto his knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he ripped off your underwear and started sucking on your clit. You immediately grabbed at the fabric of his mask and threw your head back, arching into his mouth as you moaned loudly.

König quickly sunk two fingers into your wet cunt, rubbing at your sensitive walls as he fucked you with his hand. You met his gaze and whimpered as he continued eating you out like a starved man. He moaned against your pussy as you came on his hands and face, plenty of slick being absorbed into the fabric hiding his face.

A soft whine escaped as he cleaned up your mess with his tongue, savoring every drop of your arousal. He stood, sucking his fingers clean as he stared down at your spent form lying limply on the bed.

"Braves Mädchen.."

You lied there, staring at him as you tried to grasp a single thought after that mind blowing orgasm, but you just blushed when you noticed his dick straining against his pants.

"What is it Liebling? You want more? Dirty little slag..."

Gnawing on your lip, you nodded, completely drunk on his attention. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and shucked from his pants immediately made you throb for him.

He bound your wrists with the belt, flipping you on your stomach so you were bent over the side of the bed. You had to stand on your toes, causing your legs to shake at the stretch.

"König.. Please.." He chuckled at your desperate plea as he forced your knees back onto the bed so your hips met his. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you by swiping over your clit.

You whined, burying your face further into the mattress as the friction of the blanket rubbed against your knees. König sunk the head of his cock into you, eliciting a pitiful moan as he stretched you wide, this fat cock stuffing into you inch by inch.

He groaned softly at the friction, praising you for taking him so well, "It's like you were made for me Mein Liebe, wrapped so fucking tight around me... Scheiße.."

He slowly pulled out then sunk back in, reveling in the feel of your gummy cunt wrapping tight around his meaty shaft. You whined, pressing against him to meet each thrust, tears staining the mattress as you took his cock.

König nearly growled every time you sucked him back in, head thrown back as he pulled your hips against his.

"I don't share Liebling.. You're all mine.. Only I get to see you.. get to fuck you... Scheiße.."

He moaned as you tightly squeezed around him, creaming on his dick. He watched as a ring of white collected at the base of his cock, stuffing it all the way in before spurting thick ropes of cum into your cunt.

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down your thighs as you whimpered at the empty feeling. He gently undid the belt around your wrists and pressed a kiss to your forehead through his mask.

"Stay there Liebling, Ill clean you up.."

König stepped away to get a washcloth soaked in warm water, gently cleaning off the arousal that had covered your legs and folds, placing a gently kiss on your ass and putting your underwear, socks and shoes back on for you.

"Now let's get you out of here, I don't need anyone else looking at my beauty.." you just nodded slowly and tried to rise on shaky legs. Clinging to his arm, he walked you back to your car, many onlookers staring in shock and utter horror.

He raised his mask above his nose and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before letting you leave. When you started the car, window still rolled down, he listened intently to the radio, realizing you were listening to his playlist.

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus..

You flushed, turning down the radio and meekly met his gaze, "I like that song.. Reminds me of you.."

His piercing blue eyes told you all you needed to know. When he got home, you wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.

Because he was going to make sure you couldn't walk.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia!König x Baker!Reader? It’s a small, self owned business and the only reason it’s still running is because König funds it, but he’s not going to hurt her feelings and confess that.

Konig knows heaven, and it smells like fresh cinnamon rolls at 6 am. He goes to your bakery every day - when he can afford to have a routine, to slip through the glass doors first thing in the morning and the last thing before you're closed. Get himself a set of fresh little pastries that he would throw at whatever poor secretary is going to cover up for his money laundering this day. Gets himself trays worth of cinnamon rolls and imagines smearing the white cream all over your lips. Making you suck his fingers clean. Maybe drop icing over his cock and push it over your mouth until you finally learn how to please a customer properly. He buys the whole building - gives you a hefty discount on rent, and makes sure to harass and beat down any poor fuck who thinks that getting money for protection from his turf is a good idea. Hires new security all around the block, discreet men in hoodies, allowing him to come here almost every day without risking you or himself. You're shit at doing business. Give away free stuff to students, never chastise the occasional workers you hire. They never stay for long - mostly because a lot of them are trying their hardest to rip you off, and Konig doesn't really appreciate the ones who wrong his future wife. It's easy to make the dough guy number three disappear - it's much harder not to stare at you, to stop his fingers from trembling and forgotten anxiety to whisper at his mind whenever you ask if he wants a free cinnamon bun to his order. He says it's a bad way of managing a business, and you giggle. Such a naive, precious little thing. You wouldn't survive without him - and you have absolutely no idea that this man will gladly shoot half of this damned city if you'd ask him. Konig wants nothing more but to press your pretty soft body to the counter and fuck you like it's the last thing he can do. Push you around and get his hands under your pretty skirt. Make you laugh, make you cry - make you whimper and claw at his shoulders as he pushes in, smearing sweet sugar powder all over your face. He was thinking about being just a bit more cruel - demanding something more for his protection. Having your pretty pussy on display for him, fuck you behind the counter. Drag you in his car and make you his sweet little baker back at the mansion. He isn't acting on his fantasies - not yet, at least, content with stealing soft touches and making his men steal your underwear for him. Visit your apartment sometimes, touch your pretty face and make decisions on how exactly he is going to whisk you away.

[tacticalprincess]

howdy!!

farmer!kö with a darling baker!reader who brings him sweet treats..just for him to bend her over in return :3

farmer!könig is like any other man, simple and easy to please. so, in the haze of the heat where there’s nothing but land for miles, seeing you is like being visited by an angel, especially when your smile contains enough watts to rival the sun, a tray of freshly baked goods clutched in your dainty hands. the sight of you so domesticated triggers something primal and intense in his bones, and he’s not so interested in the food now, insisting on something sweeter.

your silly protests about him getting your pretty sundress dirty are drowned out by the sound of skin slapping on skin as he does what any logical man in his situation would do — pinning you against an itchy stack of hay, bent at the hips with your dress pooled over your waist, exposing you glossy pussy to his hungry eyes, teasing you for your lack of panties. he’s all sweaty and tired from working all day but still manages to fuck you silly as a thank you for thinking of him, the dirt from his calloused hands sticking your soft skin as his thick dick bullies your tight cunt, tainting all the hard work you put into being pristine. he’s made a proper little housewife out of you, maybe it’s about time you had a few little brats to match <3

[machveil]

Baker!König who’s like the husband in Kiki Delivery Service, Fukuo

Baker König save me baker König pls

[konigsblog]

remember baker!könig and how I headcannon him to adore strawberries? 🍓

give him this, he'll faint.

or perhaps he'll give this to you, desperately trying not to act suspicious whatsoever... 👀

[stargirlstabber]

imagine asking baker!bf!könig why the little pieces of pie he made this morning taste so salty. did he use salt instead of sugar...? silly könig...

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 3

(A/N) Time for some angst, baby!

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: angst, threats against Reader

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

For a moment, you were frozen. ‘You’. Whatever he meant when he said ‘you’, it wasn’t going to end well for you. Your eyes jumped from one man to the next, all of them were bigger and definitely stronger than you. But maybe you would be faster. Slowly, as if not to startle them, you took another step back. And another, until you stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your bag, which contained both your phone and your wallet, with Simon’s business card.

“Look…I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about, but I don’t know anyone by the name R-Riley.”

One more step. One more step and you could quickly grab your bag and run for the walk-in cooler. It hadn’t worked a single day since you had bought the bakery, and you could never use it since the door would jam if you closed it. So it just sat in the corner of the room, the door always slightly ajar.

“Now, now kleines, no need to run away.”

You hesitated. Did he really read you so easily? Or was it just because you were backing away?

“On the contrary. I believe this is the moment to run.”

And you did. Your right hand quickly grabbed your bag, as you spun on your heels and took off in the direction of the cooler. After a moment of confusion, the men took off after you. But that one moment would save you. Just as they reached the cooler, you slammed the door shut, stumbling back and falling onto your ass as the momentum carried you inside.

You heard the men banging against the door, pulling and pushing but it wouldn’t budge. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you relaxed for a second, the tension leaving your body. But as the men outside started shouting, it reminded you that you weren’t entirely safe.

Without hesitation, you spilled the contents of your bag on the floor, grabbing your wallet and ruffling through it until you found the black card. Picking up your phone, you dialed the number, quietly praying for Simon to pick up. It rang once…twice…

“Who is this?”

Relieve flooded you and you almost cried, tears gathering in your eyes.

“Simon? Help me.”

You whispered his name, not wanting the men outside to hear you. It was silent for a second before you heard the jingle of keys and Simon barking orders. He then said your name, his tone a mix of concern and resolve.

“Where are you?”

“Bakery.”

You heard him bark more orders, voices of men responding in the back as his quick steps echoed in whatever room he was in.

“What happened?”

As you were about to respond, the lamps suddenly turned on, bathing the steel box you were in, in cold light. Cold air immediately began seeping from the vents. How did they turn it on? You thought it was broken.

“Oh, little bird. Put Riley on speaker, why don’t you?”

His voice was loud enough that Simon heard it through the phone. Simon said a name in a low growl.

“König.”

Slow, rhythmic bangs came from the door as you began to shiver, wishing that you had worn your cardigan.

“I said, put. Him. On. Speaker.”

“Do what he says, love.”

Not even registering the nickname, you quickly fumbled with your phone, until Simon was on speaker.

“Listen here you little shit, if you hurt her-!”

“Ah, ah, ah. You really shouldn’t insult me like that…Ghost. Now, I know you like die kleine Bäckerin, so do as I say, ja? Come here, alone, and let me kill you. Then the kleine Maus can go and I won’t hurt her.”

Simon cursed under his breath and was silent for a bit. You started to grow nervous.

“Okay. I’ll come, alone.”

The man, König, chuckled darkly and banged on the door a few more times.

“Good boy. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

You put the phone off speaker and raised it to your ear. Before you could say anything, Simon’s voice cut through.

“Listen to me and don’t say anything, act as if I hung up. I’ll be there in five, but you need to stay alive until I get to you, okay?”

You whimpered in response, a single tear running down your cheek.

“I know love, but it’ll be alright. Just keep your head down and I’ll get you out of there. I promise.”

Even though he couldn’t see you, you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as more tears escaped them and ran down your cheeks. Simon was silent for a few moments before he spoke up again.

“It’s okay. Look, if anything happens, I-.”

You cut him off in a whisper, so quiet he could barely hear you.

“Don’t. Not like this.”

There once again was silence on the other end. But only for a moment.

“Okay…okay. Stay on the call, I’ll be right there.”

You didn’t answer, but you knew that he wouldn’t lie to you. So you crawled into one of the far corners and cowered down, keeping the phone pressed to your ear. The next few minutes felt like hours as the men outside kept banging on the door, taunting you as more and more tears fell and the shivers grew stronger. Simon tried his best to keep you calm, but he knew that he could only do so much. But after what felt like an eternity, you heard his voice again.

“We’re almost there. I’ll hang up and I need you to cover your ears, can you do that for me, love?”

You whimpered in response and Simon took it as confirmation.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a moment, love.”

The moment he hung up the call, you placed your phone beside you and covered your ears. But it wasn’t enough to shield you from what happened outside. At first, there was a lot of yelling, and then the shooting began. You kept your ears covered, pressing your hands against your head as hard as possible while squeezing your eyes shut, trying to shut out the world and whatever was happening in your bakery.

You don’t know how much time passed before the shooting stopped. Slowly, you removed your hands from your ears, glancing toward the door. You could hear loud, hurried footsteps approaching and for a moment you feared that it was König or one of his men, but then you heard the familiar voice of Simon calling your name.

As quickly as you could, you scrambled to your feet and ran to the door, banging against it.

“S-Simon? Simon!”

You could hear him release a relieved sigh and open the door. Of course, it didn’t budge.

“I-It’s j-jammed.”

Now that you knew you were safe, the cold that had crept into your bones by now, finally got to you as your legs gave out from underneath you and you crumbled to the floor leaning against the door. You could hear Simon yelling on the other side and then hurried footsteps leaving.

“It’s alright, love, we’ll have you out of there in a second. Just hold on, okay?”

You didn’t respond, the cold and the absence of adrenaline leaving you weak. Simon kept talking until the footsteps returned and you heard metal squeak as they pried the door open. Not being able to keep yourself upright, you tumbled out of the cooler and landed right at Simon’s feet. He immediately knelt down in front of you, shrugging his suit jacket off, before wrapping it around you and picking you up.

“I got you, love. I got you.”

He muttered something to one of his men, something along the lines of taking care of things. Then he walked out the shattered window front of the kitchen and to a black car, parked in the middle of the street.

As soon as he made sure you were buckled in, he got behind the wheel and sped off, but not before turning the heating on full blast. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh, he sped through the streets until he came to a stop in front of a high rise. It was famous, but you never knew the mafia owned it. By then, you were warmed up, but you still felt weak. So you didn’t protest when he rounded the car and picked you up again, gently carrying you into the building and the elevator.

If you had been stronger, you would have marveled at the apartment, but at the moment, all you wanted to do was sleep. And Simon seemed to know that. He carried you straight to what seemed to be his bedroom and gently put you down. With what remaining strength you had, you helped him take off everything except for your underwear, as he gave you a huge t-shirt you could put on instead.

Once you were settled, Simon pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in, before rising to his feet and walking away. But you quickly caught his wrist and pulled him back.

“Stay?”

Simon hesitated, but after a moment, he nodded, quickly shedding his clothes and pulling on sleep pants, before he got into bed behind you, carefully pulling you against his chest. His arms, tightly wrapped around you made you feel safe. And slowly but surely, you drifted off to a restless sleep, the security of Simon around you, not carrying over into your dreams.

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König x baker!reader

Despite könig being a maniac, a cruel man that would watch you bleed and cry your heart out to him, begging him to save you, he has a sweet tooth. König's addicted to different kinds of sweets. He heard that a new bakery had been opened, and to make a good first impression, he went there the moment the program started. Seeing all kinds of cookies, he couldn't take his eyes off of one. You were his little cookie. In his eyes, you were the cutest thing on the earth. The way you made those products was the cutest thing he had ever seen. He bet you tasted as sweet as your cookies too..

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i have a request other story.

Love all you story and how you make konig !!

listen how about making a reader skinny (I'm a person really skinny even though that i eat a don't gain so much weigh, and it genetic ) that have some problem with her sugar blood (hypoglycemia is a condition that u need to eat each 3h or depends of the sugar that the pancreas produce in they're body, i have that condition.) Konig is a chef of pastries in the town very famous making reader go and try his famous pastries.

Konig being a sweetheart to her like a panda/puppy but in bed he is other person with reader.

Can be a bit kinky but start fluff then smutty 🌶

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Baker!König x Reader (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, food play, oral, skinny reader

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The first time you walked into his bakery, König’s eyes were drawn to your slender frame as you navigated the crowd. You looked at the case of freshly baked goods with a small smirk on your lips, causing him to smile in response. He walks towards you, his 6’10 body towering over yours as he bends down for you to hear him over the crowd.

“The lemon tart is very popular this time of year.”

The sound of his thick Austrian accent snapping you out of your own thoughts as you turn to look up at him. His pale ice-blue eyes instantly draw you in. Your small smirk turns into a full-blown smile. For a moment, you feel at a loss for words. You realize that this is König speaking to you, the men you read about online.

“Oh—they all look amazing.” You slightly stumble over your words, causing König to laugh.

“Is this your first time here? I’ve never seen you around before.” König straightens his posture and walks behind the counter, assembling a light blue pastry box.

“Yeah, it is.” Your eyes follow him as he grabs one pastry after the other and loads the box up.

“I was going to say I’d recognize your beautiful face.” König says smoothly, not even trying to be subtle with his interest in you.

König walks back around the counter and places the box in your delicate hands. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles down at you. “Since it’s your first time, I gave you a little bit of everything. Please enjoy it and come back.”

“Oh—” You pull your purse up with one hand and reach for your wallet, but he stops you.

“No charge. It’s my pleasure.”

“Thank you so much, König.”

“Of course…” He leaves the sentence open, gesturing his hand to you asking for your name.

“I’m y/n.”

“Well, y/n, it’s my pleasure. Please enjoy. I look forward to seeing you again.”

With that, you turn and leave the bakery. Back home, you sit on your couch and taste each pastry. Each one seemingly better than the last. König’s accent and eyes linger on your mind. You constantly jump back and forth between thinking he likes you and he was just doing his job. Either way, you’ll definitely be going back.

And you did. Every day for the last week you’ve gone back. Each time König stops what he’s doing to talk to you; you’ve not even spent money as he keeps giving you free food. You disclosed your hyperglycemia to him, causing the need to coddle you to rush over him. Every treat he gives you, he feels as if he’s expressing his want to love and care for you. Today, when you walk in, the tension between the two of you feels different.

“Hallo, Liebling.” König walks to you, pulling you aside to sit at one of the tables.

“Hey!” You sit, excited and nervous as to why he is pulling you aside.

König sits across from you; his large and warm hands engulf your small cold hands. His thumbs rub back and forth gently, enjoying the soft feeling of your skin. There is a silence that lingers between the both of you, but it isn’t uncomfortable. He looks over your face, taking in every small detail. The two of you aren’t together, but in his eyes you’re already his.

“Have you eaten lately?”

“I did a few hours ago.”

“You need to eat then, Liebling.” He brings you hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles one at a time. “What would you like?”

“Surprise me.” You say with a slight giggle in your voice.

“Ah, of course.”

A few moments later, König comes back with a few pastries and a cup of hot chocolate for you. He sits them down in front of you before kissing the top of your head. Instead of joining you, he has to leave to assist the barista up front while a new wave of customers come in. You watch him as your take sips of your drink and small bites of your food. König’s eyes keep falling on you, enjoying watching you eat.

You wait to the table for König, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye to him first. He rushes over to you with an apologetic look on his face. There is something in his eyes, as if he is deep in thought before speaking up.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“I am.”

“Would you be interested in coming here tomorrow night? Just you and me.”

“I would love that.”

You walk up to the steps of the bakery an hour after closing wearing a fitted black dress. You knock and wait for him to open. When he does, his blonde hair is combed back; his thin lips pulled into a wide smile.

“Please come in.” He steps aside for you to enter, his eyes never leaving your figure.

The usually crowded bakery is now tranquil with dim lighting and a single table left in the middle of the sitting area. He places a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to sit down. Once seated, he pushes the chair in for you. König sits down in the seat next to you, unable to control his lustful gaze while you’re in that dress; your body is so tiny.

“You look stunning, Liebling.” König’s voice drips with desire. “I made something special for you.”

Just then the barista that works with König came out with a tray holding different baked goods; not from the menu. Small cakes made of your favorite flavors, chocolate covered fruit, and an array of pastries. You can’t help but to stare wide eyed at all of the food. It makes him feel proud to know he is not only helping you, but able to treat you with such delicious foods.

“You’re good to go now.” König tells the woman; she nods and exits the bakery, leaving the two of you alone.

König adjusts the way he is sitting so that he is positioned with you between his legs as he pulls your chair closer to him. No words are spoken as he picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and brings it to your pillowy lips. Your lips part teasingly slowly, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the strawberry.

His breath gets caught in his throat as he watches the most erotic bite he’s ever seen. The slight crunch of the chocolate muffled by those luscious lips as red juice begins to run down your chin. A small embarrassed giggle fleeing your stuffed mouth as König pulls the fruit away from you. He reaches out with his other hand to gently wipe the juice from your chin with his thumb. Instead of wiping it off, he sucks his finger clean.

“Messy girl.”

You can feel your stomach flip and your pussy tingle as this transpires; slowly chewing your food and swallowing. König then picks up a slice of cake and brings it to your lips. His eyes focused on your mouth, awaiting the bite.

“Big bite.” His other hand comes and caresses the back of your head as if he’s guiding his cock into your mouth.

Doing as he asks of you; you open your mouth wide to take a large bite. The sweet frosting gets on the side of your lips as you take the bite. A soft hum comes from you as you enjoy the taste. König’s cock is rock hard in his pants as he leans forward and tilts your head backwards. He puts his mouth on yours where the frosting is, gently licking the frosting.

König pulls back slightly and looks down into your beautiful eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for you to reject him, but you don’t. The look in your eyes is just as hungry as his.

“So schön…”

König’s lips clash against yours once again, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He lets out soft moans as your tongues swirl around one another, your mouth tasting sweet from the food. One of his hands reaches down and grabs yours, guiding it to his erection that’s straining against the dark fabric of his jeans.

Your fingers wrap around his hard cock as your palm presses against it gently stroking. His cock throbs in your dainty palm, his hips rocking forward to cause more friction. When he pulls away from the kiss his eyes bore into yours.

With one hand, he undoes his pants and releases his boner from its restraints. Your hand wraps around his warm flesh, pulling his foreskin back and revealing his pink tip. He watches your face as you gaze at his impressive size.

“Suck it, Liebling.”

König guides your head to his cock, watching with much anticipation as those soft lips part and warp around him. The orgasmic feeling of your warm, wet mouth embracing his sensitive tip was too much for him. A low hiss escapes him while he drops his head back allowing the pleasure to take over his body.

“More baby, I know you can fit more into that mouth.”

You can feel your pussy getting wet as he speaks to you. His hand pressing down on the back of your head makes you take in more of his long cock. After a few inches you gag slightly. In a calm hushed tone König soothes you and encourages you to take more. Your beautiful watery eyes gaze up at him.

The crown of soft blonde hair surrounding the base of his cock presses against your nose, his heavy balls against your chin. You feel him forcing himself down your throat as he holds it. His fingers tighten on your hair as he lets out a loud moan.

“Look at you, meine Süße. Taking all of me just like I knew you could.” His hips move slowly, thrusting out of your throat and then back down. “Mein Gott, you’re perfect.”

He grabs your jaw with his other hand and sits back down, pulling you off of your seat and forcing you to your knees without withdrawing himself. You gracefully fall before him, your hands falling to his thighs. His hands still controlling your head, he bob's your mouth up and down on his cock. Thick globs of spit drip down his length as he watches with satisfaction.

“I love seeing you fill that beautiful mouth, Liebling.”