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OCTOBER 6TH — ELDRITCH!KÖNIG. Never in a million years would you expect to be held hostage by an intimidating monster, desperate to breed with a human like you.

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 6) 🐙

(MONSTER-FUCKING, NON-CON, BREEDING)

You're valuable treasure to König. Lost at sea, left vulnerable surrounded by a group of haunting, hungry, and insatiable monsters that would do anything to own you. To them, humans are a fictional, fantasy creature, nothing more of the imagination. They had been dreaming of this, fantasising about owning something as rare and unique as you.

As König was the first to discover you, he claimed full ownership over you. His lengthy fingers wandered your shaking, limp, and barely conscious figure curiously as he hunched over your much smaller form, eagerly poking at you with curiosity and concern visible on his face. He chuckled at the fearful and horrified reactions you had, how you helplessly squirmed beneath him, your scratches barely having an effect on him. You were entertaining, a little toy simply for his enjoyment.

Your clothing stuck to your damp skin, as well as your hair did to your scratched face. You were delirious, feeling as if this was a lucid dream rather than your reality. The sight before you was horrifying, with thick and dripping tentacles coming from around the creature, slowly traveling over your supple skin. Your surroundings were unfamiliar and distant, nausea and confusion leaving you disoriented. When you attempted to flee, you'd stumble drunkenly, surrounded by a large body of water that you truly had no chance of surviving in.

He'd try to feed you the graphic and gory remains of old sailors that he'd purposely drowned, frowning at your visible disgust. You resented König. You despised the feeling of a shackle around your ankle, how you were held captive on this island only for his own sick and perverted enjoyment. But, you didn't have much of a choice after all. Your previous and failed attempts had resulted in stricter rules and boundaries, restricting you further of your freedom.

König had dreamt of mating with you. Disturbing creatures like himself already had their partners, and the curiosity inside of him was too much for him to ignore. His fingertips tugged at your thighs, prying them apart, slobbering all over you through desperation and depravity. His tentacles wrapped themselves around your ankles and biceps, with one slowly pushing down your tight throat to silence the aggravating whines that slipped from your lips. His grip was agonisingly firm, almost as if he was slowly cracking your bones, only intensifying when you wiggled and fought. You couldn't help but sob out as he slowly prepared you, dragging his slick and dripping tentacles across your slit, coating you in his murky and strange fluids. You whimpered, the dreadful sound of your weeping only antagonising König.

He could help himself, he was beyond desperate to relieve himself inside of you, fill you up with his beautiful offspring, hoping for you to mother and care for his children. He was unusually cruel, a frightening contrast to his gentle and sweet actions, how he coddled you and held you close every night, soothing you with his calm and loving humming. Now, he was practically tearing you in half, grumbling out incoherently as he rocked his broad, large hips back and forth. You choked on the tip of his growing tentacle, your folds wrapped tightly around his veiny shaft.

Oh, the other creatures would be so envious and jealous of König. You'll become the perfect breeding mate and mother, just wait, Mäuschen.

[zverovski]

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[craneleft]

@wndflower​​   /    nonverbal  memes   /   [ attention ]    for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention   /   wang  eun

The  world  is  blurry  around  him,      the  sounds  dull,    his  eyes  closed.     It  takes  Seonho  a  while  to  feel  the  shaking  of  his  shoulder,     the  hand  grasping  onto  him  as  though  from  far  away.      Slowly,     the  world  comes  back  to  him;      he  feels  the  cold  stone  against  his  cheek,     the  throbbing  in  his  ears.     Now  he  hears  a  voice,     calling  his  name,     and  with  it  comes  the  memory.     They  were  attacked.     Seonho  opens  his  eyes  and  groans  quietly,      slowly  propping  himself  up  on  his  arm  to  rise.      His  fingers  reach  for  his  blade,     and  he  pulls  it  close  to  push  himself  up  to  a  kneeling  position.     The  dizziness  kicks  in  and  he  almost  drops  to  the  ground  again,      knuckles  turning  white  as  he  clings  to  the  grip  of  his  sword.     He  vaguely  recalls  his  side  being  slashed  by  the  last  of  the  attackers,      but  also  his  own  sword,     sticking  deep  into  his  chest.     Once  he  pulled  it  out,     his  strength  gave  up  on  him,      and  exhausted  and  wounded,    he  had  dropped  to  the  ground.     

His  eyes  find  Wang  Eun,     the  one  he  swore  to  protect.      «   My  Prince,   »     he  croaks,     trying  his  best  to  appear  strong  when  he  is  everything  but.     «   Are  you  hurt?   » 

[yuseonguarch]

               birthdays shouldn’t make people nervous, but that’s exactly what hongjoo is. this isn’t just any birthday, after all, she has some pretty big news to deliver. she hopes myung takes it well -- she’s had a few weeks to get accustomed to the idea, but myung... she has faith in him, and she’s sure he’ll be excited, but she imagines her mother probably thought the same about her father and look how that turned out... she shakes her head slightly, as if she can dislodge the bad thoughts, and focuses instead on putting the candles in the cake she’d made for myung. he should be home any second now, and she wants everything to be perfect...

@wndflower​ gets a birthday starter

[wldbirds]

“I thought that it would kill me, but it didn’t.” / from Jay lmao

@wndflower |  lover !

“   –   EH ,  IT  WASN’T  THAT  BAD . “  now  her  brother’s  returned ,  mi  nyu  is  free  to  go  back  to  her  previous  life .  it  feels  still  feels  strange ,  to  not have  to  wake  up  for  practice  at  the  crack  of  dawn ,  to  not  have  to  live  in  a  dorm ,  or  go  in  for  recording .  she’ll  miss  her  bandmates ,  for  sure ,  but  now  mi  nyu  is  taking  things  in  her  own  hands .  come  tomorrow ,  she’ll  be  on  a  plane  to  africa ,  and  she’ll  spend  the  next  few  years  there  as  a  volunteer .  

it’s  a  bittersweet  goodbye ;  she  owes  so  much  to  manager  jay ,  in  a  way ,  he  helped  her  and  her  brother  achieve  their  dream  of  finding  their  parents .  “  please ,  continue  to  look  after  my  older  brother . “  a  short  bow ,  then  a  smile ,  to  remember  her  by .  “ i’ll  miss  you ,  manager-nim.” 

[tofh]

@wndflower​  liked  for  a  starter  for  lu  ten !

 she  can’t  see  the  similarities  between  lu  ten  and  iroh  (  that  she  so  often  hears  people  notice  of  two  people  who  are  related  to  each  other  )  ,  but  she  can  feel  them  ｡  it’s  like  a  gracing  glow  against  the  bottoms  of  her  feet  ,  like  instinct  ｡  it  hadn’t  been  very  hard  for  her  to  figure  out  who  he  was             related  to  the  first  person  who  had  ever  given  her  actual  ,  sound  advice  ｡  that  doesn’t  make  her  feel  much  more  comfortable  around  him  ,  considering  she  barely  knows  him  …  but  it’s  something  ｡      ❝  so  ,  how’s  it  feel  ?  ❞      she  taps  her  teeth  against  the  side  of  her  teacup  ,  drawing  in  a  breath  ｡      ❝  to  be  a  firebender  ｡  i’ve  never  actually  been  around  many  of  them  ｡  ❞

[gcttago]

lyric starter for @wndflower​ / thread by saint raymond

“you walk away then come back a friend holding the flame,” she mumbled, looking over at the other with a frustrated look on her face. “then we pick up again like we always do,” she added, leaning back in the chair that she was sitting in. she didn’t need a protector, she didn’t need someone following her and spying on every little thing that she did, despite her father’s orders. the worst part was the other was a friend, they were someone that she got on with, but ever since her father got involved in their friendship things felt different and eunmi couldn’t ignore that. it was like anything her father touched, she instantly hated. the distaste for her father was growing more and more every day and now other things were being put in the way of that.

[storyblcd]

»»———— “DON’T LOOK - ” Whispered yell as she dashes comically across the room. Hands fly up, palms stacked, into the air in front of the eyes of the woman who was staring straight at the tall man with the black hat, invisible to everyone else - “You shouldn’t MEET EYES with a Grim Reaper - !” Frantically flings her head around - breathes heavy sigh of relief when the Reaper simply slips into an elevator. Deflates, dropping her hands. And then crease appears between brows as she looks up again. “Wait - you could see him too?”

@wndflower​ / u get an euntak but u might get a reaper also mostly bc im indecisive

[nobilitylost]

@wndflower​ | namji & whoever you want! | starter call (randomized) 

     Medical texts were spread out all over the table, opened to various pages that had been highlighted in a rainbow of colors to keep track of needed information. Namji was oblivious to the world around him, concentration solely focused on finding the answers that were evading him. A small child had come into the emergency room the night before with an unfamiliar rash and a high fever; he suspected some sort of toxin, but so far all tests had come back negative. The parents were of little help, leaving him and his supervising doctors to figure out the mystery on their own.

That concentration and hyper-focus was good for the child, but ill manners for the other customers in his roommate’s café. It was the busiest time of day, all tables fully occupied – and he was spread out all over a table that could have been easily shared. “I’m so sorry!” he finally said, catching sight of a patron looking for a seat. Hands hastily scrambled to clean up his mess, to make room for the stranger to sit. 

“I’m so rude. I’m sorry. Please sit.” Head gestured toward the chair on the opposite side of the table. “I was lost in my own world…” Concern etched across his brow, genuinely bothered by his apparent rudeness. “I hope you weren’t waiting on a seat long.”

[lostarcanas]

Do my url 😔

send me a url and i’ll tell you what I think of them

oh ew, you….I GUESS I can do this ask pained_emoji.png but okay so what to say about antonia hmmm….well first things first you were my VERY FIRST tumblr friend ????? like I don’t know how to put it into words how much you mean to me tbh, because when I first came here / back I was really worried because people can be crazy af but you were easy to talk to and easy to plot and it really set the mood for the rest of my experience here. I haven’t been the best friend bc I’ve been so stressed but honestly I LOVE YOU so much. your writing is phenomenal and IM ALWAYS WANTING TO GET TO YOUR LEVEL and the care and love you give your characters is rare af tbh ?? like most people throw together shit and hope for the best but you flesh your babies out and your creativity knows no boundsa nd IM TRYING TO GET RIGHT. GET ME RIGHT MA’AM.

[ofdamnation]

@wndflower​ liked for a secret!

          ‘  so,  like...  i have somethin’ i need to tell you———  but if you wanna know it you gotta kiss me first.  ’

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OCTOBER 7TH — STALKER!KÖNIG. You should've trusted your gut feeling. Now, you're chained to your bed inside of your own apartment, being bred relentlessly by a large, masked figure. (FORCED BREEDING, NON-CON)

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 7)

König knew he was depraved and different from others, he'd been told his entire life. That was the motive behind his perversity and creepiness — he was revengeful and vindictive, despised when people had control while he had to fight for it. He knew it was morally wrong to expose and violate vulnerable women when they were least expecting it, to upskirt them for his own selfish sexual gratification. He longed for control and authority, to overpower and dominate a woman so that they'd be crying for him, begging him to stop. They'd do anything, call him their God or whatever he asked of them. He wasn't inexperienced in assaulting women by any means.

And you were his next victim. His bleary, exhausted eyes were fixated by your beauty, your delicate and intriguing features. He was obsessed with your hands in particular, the way your fingers tapped at the keys on your laptop, the thought of them wrapped around his growing, meaty cock worsening his urge to own you. König craved you, he dreamt of you. You never noticed him, blissfully oblivious to his deranged gaze and the sickening, sinful thoughts rushing through his rotten head. He'd follow you home, trying to build up the courage to start a conversation with you, to gain your trust. He needed you vulnerable, weak, and helpless. The thought of breaking into the comfort of your own apartment to violate you there and then left him insatiable, with an agonisingly stiff boner that would pulsate and throb at the sight and thought of you.

König's hints were barely noticeable. It was small details that you'd blown off. The fact that your spare keys had suddenly gone missing, or the fact that your clothing hamper had been messed with, rummaged through, and a pair of lace underwear had gone missing as well. König would break into your apartment in the wee hours of the night to slowly and quietly get himself off to your beauty, occasionally getting too close and rubbing his creamy and leaking head against your soft lips, or your cheek. The thrill and anticipation was satisfying — hypnotising. He was engrossed. Obsessed.

You'd regret not taking these hints seriously, not taking advantage of the suspicious clues he left behind to prepare yourself and prevent this from happening. You'd be awoken to an agonising and splitting ache between your supple thighs with your eyes struggling through the darkness, your wrists chained to your headboard with König mercilessly overpowering you. You'd find the debauched sicko hunched over your form and fucking his hefty, slick cock into your wet and creamy folds, taunting you with the sight of your keys. You'd let out incoherent, mumbled cries as he silenced your dreadful and aggravating whining with his calloused palm, dragging his swollen boner into you ‘til you bled out uncontrollably, slick running down his veiny shaft.

He'd force your body into different positions, leaving your trembling and light-headed, barely conscious as he lifted you into his arms with one last painfully deep thrust to your overstimulated and bruised cervix, taking you alongside him. You'd make the perfect breeding partner, Liebe.

[craneleft]

The  new  uniform  feels  heavy  on  his  shoulders.     His  blade  hanging  from  his  side,     Seonho  makes  his  way  up  the  stairs  of  the  palace  to  report  for  duty  with  his  protegée.     Prince  Eun  is  his  assignment  and  though  he  could  have  done  better  with  an  older  one,     it  seems  that  this  one  is  in  more  dire  need  of  protection.       He  has  already   been  made  familiar  with  the  palace,    his  duties,    and  what  is  forbidden.      Now  all  there  is  to  do  is  gain  Prince  Eun’s  trust,     perhaps  for  more  reasons  than  simply  protection.      Finally,   he  spots  the  Prince  in  the  gardens.      «  Your  Highness,  »      he  greets  him  with  a  stiff  but  deep  bow,     keeping  respectful  distance  for  now.     «  I  am  Seon  Ho  of  the  Nam  family.      I  am  to  be  your  personal  guard.     Please  accept  my  service.  »      

@wndflower​   gets  a  thing  uwu

[wldbirds]

“    --   HEY ,  I’VE  SEEN  THAT  FACE  BEFORE . |  you  look  so  familiar ,  but  you  don’t  look  like  you’ve  worked  a  day  in  the  palace  .  hey  !                                is  that  a  watch ? “                         /     @wndflower​     liked  !  

[dirtyflcwers]

14. Do you have a favorite music video of all time? If so, what?

status: accepting !

14. Do you have a favorite music video of all time? If so, what?

i do !! JBJ95′s Awake is just the prettiest music video ever, the colors, the hair, it’s very much my style — plus the song is great too !!

KPOP ASK GAME

[gcttago]

walking nervously back stage, he fixed his jacket and ran a hand through his hair. nervous about the show he was about to do? absolutely not. hirohisa didn’t get nervous about that kind of thing. being in front of the camera was like a second nature to him. he had gotten used to it almost as soon as he became a trainee. what he was nervous about, however, was who he had to work with. the industry talked and he had heard whispers, especially from his other members and other members of staff from his agency. they knew that hirohisa could be a hot head, that he tended to argue back when he didn’t agree with something, so they warned him about who else was going to be on the show with him. he clenched his jaw a little before opening the door and walking in, plastering a fake smile on his face. “hello, nice to meet you,” he tried to say as nice as possible as he approached the other.

@wndflower​ gets asshole boy !!