#ii-angelsrolltheireyes-ii

[evansbby]

Can we expect any bunnyxAri drabbles/oneshots soon 😩🫶🏽

Unfortunately I don’t write that particular fic anymore, like I won’t be continuing it or answering any asks on it, please understand 😭😭😭

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tag List!

Okay, so I have made a huge mistake. I have this link which takes you to a google form, I used to always get emails when someone filled it in. For some reason, I stopped getting emails and I just thought no one had clicked on it. (I have since *hopefully* fixed this now.)

It wasn't until the lovely @brunlocc messaged me that I realised I had a few requests to be tagged to my tag list that I didn't know about.

I'm so sorry!

If I've tagged you here (below the cut) it's because you filled in the form at some point and I didn't realise. If you would still like to me tagged, if you could please comment 'me' or an emoji or anything really and I will tag you from then on, if you're no longer interested, no worries at all you can just ignore this 😄

Again so sorry, it's like I've basically been accidently ignoring people :( <3

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[konigsblog]

TAGLIST 1: REBLOG

@bokutosprettylittlebimbo @freakbobrots @roxanne2222 @kianamka @meadowdovewood @ellabellacruella @dreamtofus @soapsmohawk-16 @jikking @narutoverse-write @rainejiang @withnokids @seraonthebeat @callsignao3 @emryb @serahlune @nephario @b4bynikii @ilovemywifeautistically @mortalslit

@lizzy019 @childofyourmom @onlylevelone @tadokorochann @lovehadlovelost @ghostlable @azazelswrath @ii-angelsrolltheireyes-ii @fraserbraw

@angellcult @kkitysae @saintsdemise1 @rededfoxy @simplyelviss @sinful-tawtute @ginretrogade @drewsuncrustables @goldenfoxe @thedilfdiner @a-morfosis @standfordswifey @sylzayy @pearlsandstrawberries @velvet-paradox @thesevi0lentdelights @misscaller06

OCTOBER 2ND — RAPIST!SIMON. You should've known better. Walking around with an ass like that in such a skimpy, revealing dress... What were you thinking?

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 1)

TW/CW: NON-CON.

Prey. Simon couldn't hold back on his selfish, abhorrent urges. You were a sight for sore eyes, drunkenly stumbling out of a pub all alone with no-one to shield or guard you, your tiny and skimpy dress exposing and revealing your soft, addictive body. You could feel Manchester's harsh, bitter wind against your skin, raising goosebumps on the surface. You winced with each dreadful step as you weakly wandered through the city, your vision quickly becoming impaired, worsening with the toxicity of the drinks. Therapy wasn't enough for someone as debauched and ill as Simon. He couldn't pry his watchful and predatory gaze from your weak and confused figure, the depraved voice in his rotten mind only encouraging him. Go on, Simon. This is your only opportunity...

Control, something he yearned for, desperately tried to grab a hold of. His grip was firm on your delicate anmd gentle skin, much softer than his, with scars littering his body. His hold was tight and threatening enough to leave deep, agonising marks. His sinful touch left imprints along your thighs as he pried your legs apart with the intent to violate you with his disturbing desires, with one finger pressed against your lips, slowly wiping a wandering tear away while silencing you with the sheer, brutal size. You winced and cried out, drowned out by the distant traffic noises in the far distance. The intense ache only worsened — intensified, and grew with each deep, relentless thrust. “Filthy slag. You want this. I know it.”

Despite the horrified and intoxicated pleas that dripped from your lips, your cunt only reacted to his actions despite how deranged and immoral they truly were. Simon longed, and dreamt for this moment. Now, here he was, finally taking authority over a vulnerable and drugged woman who was too hypnotised by the alcohol and its effects to defend herself. Helplessly clawing at him for survival through his ruthless attack. He stuck three thick, calloused fingers down your warm and velvety throat, earning himself a broken and mortified gag. Your tight and slick hole oozed around his thick and growing shaft, with pearly drops of your sweet, sweet ecstasy coating him. Oh, it wouldn't hurt to snap a few photographs of your misery, would it?

“You were askin’ for it. Look at the state of you, Doll.” He spat, his eyes darkening and narrowing in on you, admiring the crimson that dripped and rolled down his lengthy cock, the way he speared and prodded you with his twitching and pulsating cock. You trembled violently, with the Autumn rain kissing your cold, bruised skin, slowly washing away his sinful touch and the blood that stained your thighs.

It would be cruel to leave you all alone, bleeding uncontrollably between your filthy, dirty legs in an isolated alleyway, wouldn't it? He'll just take you home, chain you up, and keep you as his own personal meat.

[konigsblog]

TAGLIST: REBLOG 2

@lizzy019 @childofyourmom @onlylevelone @tadokorochann @lovehadlovelost @ghostlable @azazelswrath @ii-angelsrolltheireyes-ii @fraserbraw

TAGLIST (4): @bokutosprettylittlebimbo @freakbobrots @roxanne2222 @kianamka @princesskittenbun @meadowdovewood @ellabellacruella @dreamtofus @soapsmohawk-16 @jikking @narutoverse-write @rainejiang @withnokids @seraonthebeat @callsignao3 @emryb @serahlune @nephario @b4bynikii @ilovemywifeautistically @mortalslit

TAGLIST (5): @angellcult @kkitysae @saintsdemise1 @rededfoxy @simplyelviss @sinful-tawtute @ginretrogade @drewsuncrustables @goldenfoxe @thedilfdiner @a-morfosis @standfordswifey @sylzayy @pearlsandstrawberries @velvet-paradox @thesevi0lentdelights @misscaller06

OCTOBER 1ST — DOCTOR!KÖNIG. Being drugged and used relentlessly by someone you thought you could trust. (NON-CON)

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 1)

König had everything planned out, ever since he laid his silver eyes on your face — his newest patient. He was fixated, completely and utterly obsessed with you.

He had spent hours in front of a computer studying nonstop so that he could earn himself a degree in medicine and have the perfect and perverted opportunity to take advantage of and intoxicate oblivious and beautiful women inside of the privacy of his office, to force vulnerable and drugged patients to become his personal sex slaves under the guise that he was just doing his job, taking proper care of his patients in his own special, unique way that would forever morph and change their brain chemistry. A sick individual looking for any chance to feel a woman's touch, to feel their blood soak and coat his hung, painful cock.

He put on the façade of a caring and gentle doctor. His touch was soft and his words were reassuring and full of concern. Nobody would dare accuse König of rape. You had no reason to feel afraid of him. He would rut into your soft and slick folds ruthlessly, with one large gloved hand cupped over your mouth, silencing your mumbled, incoherent, and drowsy pleas. Your eyes became half-lidded, hazy and bleary, with a lone tear slowly wandering your cheeks at the growing, throbbing, and pulsating sensation that only worsened between your legs.

“Wie kann ich dir widerstehen, Kleines? So ahnungslos, du hast nichts geahnt.” [How can I resist you, little one? So clueless, you had no idea.] König growled out quietly, his touch feeling much more sinister than it ever had.

He gazed down at you through the thin lenses of his glasses, his large and hefty cock splitting you open agonisingly slowly with his creamy tip prodding against your gummy cervix. König knew he had full control and final authority over you, especially in your vulnerable and drugged state, where you clung to him, falling in and out of consciousness, forced to rely on him. The desperation in your kicks and slaps tugged at his heartstrings, yet, not enough to convince him to stop. His pace never faltered — only intensified.

He found joy and entertainment in the power he had, especially knowing that he could easily hold you down and ruin you if he truly wanted to. You wouldn't remember a thing. Your speech was slurred and broken. The intensity of the drug was overpowering, leaving you unable to protect yourself — not that you'd be able to resist König, anyway. Your attempts at fighting back were fruitless, impossible to fight back against the sickening, harsh pervert hunched over your form and bruising your hole.

König didn't once fear the repercussions for his criminal and taboo acts. After all, who would believe you, a miserable and drugged patient, over König, a respected doctor, and with his powerful reputation?

His tone was condensing and playful from what you could manage to remember through unconsciousness. It felt as if he was toying with you, fuckin’ with your head, mocking you for being so trusting of him. You could feel everything; the way he was splitting you open, spearing you on his large, swollen length. You could feel him leaving your skin filthy, staining you with his dirty, grubby touch as his hung balls smacked against your rear repetitively, his pubes grazing against your smooth, supple skin.