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Hi! I'm Gremlin, I write COD stuff and adore Konig. Mostly write on AO3, but some fics are posted here. I write yandere/perverted/dark stuff mostly, so please be advised. The tamest of my fics are dealing with perversion and romanticized possessive behavior, and the worst ones are straight up kidnapping and torturing. Ask me anything!! I don't deal with extreme degradation, humiliation, piss/scat, hurt/no comfort, but I am fine with dub-con/soft non-con, yandere, kidnapping, perverted behavior etc. I won't write for Nikto, Nikolay or Makarov. I also don't write anything related to the death of the major characters, angst and hurt/no comfort. Shoot me a DM!

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Petite!Reader getting scared over a stomach bulge X Konig?

Konig whispers that it's okay, it's alright, Schatzi, this was bound to happen - you're so tiny and delicate, he can't help but make his cockbulge in your tummy, make sure to kiss your cervix every time he slams in. It's not enough that your captor is a fucking giant who easily forces you under him and kisses away all of your attempts at resisting - he has a giant cock to match and to slam inside of your pretty, delicate pussy. It took some threatening and convincing to even get you here - to actually made you strip and stop fighting him for a few minutes, so he could clumsily cover your neck and shoulders with kisses, pressing all over until you're moaning under him. He isn't the best in soft, gentle sex, but Konig knows he has to at least try and be softer - you're so much smaller than him, so fragile, it hurts him to even see the pain in your eyes as he slowly sinks in, the head of his cock already too much for you. He saw the bulge almost immediately, slowly traveling up until under your belly button, making you squirm and panic. You swear he is running you, slamming your insides and arranging them in some weird manner - and he has to kiss away your tears and gently play with your clit, so the pleasure can distract you from that delicious stretch. He wonders how much would it take for him to get his cock in your ass - and how much crying would it take from you to finally accept him as your partner and not just your captor. Maybe, if he makes you cum with his cock still making a pretty fat bulge in your tummy, you'd finally accept that he can make you feel good? He eases you down with praises, calling you such a good, resilient girl for putting up with his cock slamming your insides - not everyone could just fit him inside, but you're such a good girl for him, it's obvious that your pussy suppose to be made in shape of his cock. He just has to make sure you know that too, before Konig would have to take out a pair of shackles.

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Thinkingggg about a Reader who gets kidnapped by König but can’t be arsed to care all that much because a) he’s incredibly hot and b) her living situation was genuinely really really bad. Like to the point that when she tells him about it, it distresses him to know that his pretty thing had to live like that.

Konig being in a "Bitch, you live like this" situation with his pretty darling. He was actually fucking horrified when he first got to your place - he had seen war prisoner cells that looked better and torture chambers with much cozier setups. He also doesn't think that having three roommates who all look like they take and sell meth mixed with dish cleaner is a good environment for his darling wife. He is glad he took you away before something bad could happen - he is glad that the only thing you wanted from that rancid apartment of yours were some personal things that can be easily cleaned and given to you. He will get rid of them eventually, not wanting anything to remind you of your old, pathetic life - but he can indulge you for now since you're being such a good girl for him. You don't fight, you don't resist - you might be a little bit bored with sitting in his house the whole day, but he brings you plenty of enrichment. Games, books, whatever you want - he doesn't mind giving you limited internet access in terms of online shopping, as long as you're under his supervision and don't try to call the police. You don't ever try to escape, which worries him at first - while he is glad you're such a good sport about being kidnapped and dragged into his house where he barely even cleaned up his gans enough to make you a nice little play area, Konig is also worried, that this is all just an act, a ploy to make him trust you and then easily running away. But, then again - you're too fucking adorable to do this, you pretty thing. God, he fucking loves you. He needs to have you as his doll, adorable darling, but he is too weak and pathetic even to try to run anywhere he can't find you. You can try and resist him, of course, but he will always find you in the end - would always force his cock into you, always makes you put up at least a little fight so sex won't get too boring.

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Maybe König with a fatigue ridden reader? She’s always a little dizzy, never able to rid herself of that exhausting spell.

Konig and his perfect, sleepy wife. of course, his dreams of having a proper housewife in his house are shattered - with countless times when you would almost fall asleep while watching a stove or getting too exhausted to even move a vacuum, he knows he can't torture you with house work anymore. Not like it matters - he has money for housekeeping, some middle age woman ready to help with everything, so you could stay as his pretty songbird, useful only for love and to be adored. He took you to the hospital as well - not like it helped, with the doctor just declaring some bullshit about women being like that and refusing to elaborate further. They gave a generic answer - something that pregnancy will solve, that lack of pregnancy can solve, something that will clear up after the period or something that can be decided with getting on a different type of birth control and maybe just trying to push harder. Konig won't push his wife harder because the hospital visits are exhausting you, and he just wants for you to feel alright, to feel comfortable. Even if that means getting slightly frustrated during sex, since you can barely last longer than a few minutes without getting too tired to continue. Even just one quick orgasm is draining you, making you sleepy and dizzy and melt like a putty in his hands. He got used to seeing your non-verbal clues during sex, and to finish in your sleeping body, hugging you close and mostly just doing cockwarming while you rest. Maybe, if he is lucky, you could last a few minutes longer licking and sucking on the tip of his cock, before your jaw would get too strained and you would require for him to finish jerking off with his hands, making you lick his cum from his fingers like a good kitten. At first, he thought you were just pretending -after all, your first few weeks together were less than ideal, with you only stopping fighting him because it would make you too tired to proceed. You used to yell at him to stop being a fucking creep and let you go - and it would be only obvious that you would like as if even just kissing him would make you too exhausted to continue. He soon learned that you were just like this - always a bit too tired, always a bit too exhausted, always wanting to curl down and sleep. God, he fucking adores you - your droopy expression, your yawning, your desire to constantly lean on his shoulder like a cat whenever you deem yourself too tired to continue whatever you were doing. He likes to think of himself as the one who tamed you, but he knows there wasn't much of a fight - more like easing you up to him, making sure you love him properly.

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I don't know if you do a/b/overses/omegaverses but Konig in omegaverse sounds really interesting

Konig is a defenition of an alpha. Brooding, menacing presence - he had mastered the art of dissociating on the person's nose so he could seem cool and intimidating, and he is that one annoying fucking alpha who never takes scent blockers and is always ready to make his presence known to all lesser alphas and omegas around him. It's only natural that he is a colonel - a person of his stature can't pass for a normal soldier, can't be lumped with betas and all the other, weaker alphas. He just waits for god to finally take away the social anxiety, and then he would be rolling in omegas. Certainly. For sure. Because being a prime alpha is a great thing on the battlefield - he intimidates enemies and inspires his comrades; his scent makes everyone naturally submit to him and follow his orders. No one dares to challenge him - and if someone is dumb enough, he has enough power to shut them up. There is a tiiiny problem though.

He scares omegas shitless. Like, you're a pretty omega girl who works in a coffee shop near the military base. You've convinced yourself you're pretty tough for an omega, seeing alphas all day and usually serving tired military boys who treat you like you're the first girl they saw in weeks. Which, kind of, you are - but still, you don't feel nearly scared in their presence. They are like rowdy puppies but nothing too scary. And then you see Konig. Fucking menace, big and terrifying - this is the first time you thought to press a panic button to alert the security, even though you kind of know that it would be useless. Konig stares at you, an adorable omega in your pretty uniform apron, with such a brave expression, and he can't help but stare - the uniform is kind of ugly, hides your curves, but he still stares like a kid in the candy shop. He knows his hormones are probably making a mess of your brain, tearing you between fear and arousal, but he simply can't help himself - he needs you to acknowledge him. Konig is fucking awful to be around - he grabs your hand when you give him his drink, making a mistake to give it to him directly instead of placing it on the corner and running away. He holds your hand like it's the most delicate thing in the world, and you just fucking know that the pheromones are changing to a much more aroused ones - it almost makes you shiver, makes you tremble with a mix of fear and...well, you wish it was still fear, and not that throbbing sensation settling deep in your guts. God, you fucking hate being an omega in a world filled with beefy and scary alphas. Konig makes sure you regret it properly, of course.

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Forced engagement with König? Reader trying to beg their parents and collect evidence on how weird and creepy he is to prove it to them-don’t let me marry this guy! But your parents just brush it off and tell you to just give him a chance.

Being engaged to a colonel twice your age wasn't in your dreams. Or even thoughts of all the future possibilities, either. He is scary - giant, brooding, looks at you like you're the newest war prisoner in his house. His house is big and uncanny, too many empty rooms and locked drawers with god knows what. He doesn't even show his face, mumbling something about the safety of both you and him to your parents - a bunch of lovestruck puppies they are, so, so eager to get their daughter off their shoulders and onto some rich guy who definitely knows how to protect her. Unless he decides to be the one to hurt her, of course. You don't want to marry Konig, and you made it obvious - it's just that your parents simply couldn't care less. Oh no, they didn't care that you, perhaps, wanted to choose a life for yourself instead of being treated like someone dumb and fragile. Konig follows you like a dog, always looking somewhere around and putting his hands all over your neck and shoulders like you're already his wife - like he is even allowed to touch you like this. You hate the ownership in his actions, the clear threat whenever you're trying to mingle yourself out of his affections. You know how he sees you - a dumb and pretty thing, just a pathetic little thing in need of protection. You know he looks at you and sees a trophy wife, much too young for him - and you hate every second, want him to stop staring just so you could rest and- Your parents are useless, obviously. They adore him, already making plans of how many grandchildren they will get - the colonel is a righteous but lonely man who is often away on missions and dangerous training; he would most definitely leave you with a litter of children at his desolate house, so you won't feel as lonely. Or you could travel the world with him, a pretty trophy dangling from his arms, with everything you could ever want - he has money, even if he doesn't show it immediately. You're almost excited at the prospect of never having to work anymore, up until you remember that this will come with a dangerous psycho betrothed to you. Your engagement party is weird - he only brought two or three of friends from his side, not even enough for a proper groomsmen introduction, and they all are the same sort of brooding masked men who barely fit in standard suits because of the muscles. He holds your hand the whole time, nodding at the way your mom chirps about your pretty dress and little makeup, and the marriage contract you have to sign - because of course you had to sign it. He holds you like you're already his prized possession, and you almost find yourself getting flustered at the attention, complete and devoted. You're not falling for him, of course, there is no way - but you kind of enjoy having an expensive diamond ring slide to your finger. Maybe, you could postpone your escape plans until after the wedding. Maybe.

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Sheltered!Reader that gets lost and finds herself at Slasher!Konig's doorstep

He sees a pretty fucking girl in a pretty winter suit, her breath labored and coming out in short puffs of steam, her hands trembling and, oh, so obviously frozen - he knows the weather wasn't kind. Lately, the harsh winds and snowstorms even forced him to stop hunting for a little, supplying himself with a ride to the nearest town's shop and eager to sink his teeth in a new victim or at least some unlucky deer once the weather clears. But, oh, the victim had come wadddling to him. In a pretty parka, with a pretty expression, with your scarf bundled around your neck. It was too thin - not nearly enough to actually warm you up. It's fine though, he is enough of a heater. Can warm you from inside out, force his cock inside until you're nice and toasty. You ask him if you can enter the house, ask him for a phone, for something to warm you up. You're a trembling little thing, barely able to speak through your teeth chattering, and he can't find it in himself to drop you into the basement immediately. Oh no, he checks if the coast is clear first - reminds himself that the house is clean of all possible blood and guts - and then lets you in. Pats you on the back, assuring that it's fine - wordlessly, unnervingly silent even as he slowly unwraps you from the scarf and a bundle of your clothes, letting you dry your hair with a towel. He barely says a word as you snuggle to the fireplace, all of your desire to flee at the sight of a silent and giant man - mask off, since he was in his house - disappearing once you finally melted into the warmth of his house. Konig looks at you, toasty and warm, sitting on the floor like a housecat - so adorable and precious, he just can't help but touch you, feel the meat on your bones. Press a flat hand between your shoulder blades, smiling as you tried to swat him off, too warm and too tired to deal with this weird man. You didn't want to ask for help at first, but you got lost on the road - and you didn't want to freeze to death, either. And, by gods, his house is so, so precious - so cozy and warm and big and- Ah, but he has a little bit of a weird staring problem - he just...looks at you, not even blinking. You can't say you dislike him, he has somewhat of a handsome face - riddled with scars, of course, but you still found it nice to look at. And Konig found it quite nice to get lost in the fantasy about taking you right on the carpet, making you squirm and cry as you cum under him, completely unaware of the bodies buried in the snow not that far from here. God, you're so shy and so quiet, so, so adorable - you would make a perfect housewife once you're properly housebroken. He just hopes you'll be a strong enough girl to really survive this.

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Slasher!König and his oblivious wife? 🎀

Konig loves his wife. She is a pretty smart thing - always knows when the food had run out and he needs to drive to the nearest grocery shop, and always knows where did he put his combat gear when he returns from a hunt and forgets where he dropped it. She is a pretty and clever little thing who knows how to kiss him exactly right when he is too fucking angry at some dumb survivors after an unsuccessful hunt, and you know when to leave him alone so he can spend some quality time with his hauntingly good taxidermy. Konig has a smart wife - but it doesn't mean you're smart enough to pick up at signs. Like when you kiss him and he smells of blood - not some occasional splotches that you can get from skinning a deer. You don't ask because you don't want him getting nervous - you know how anxious he can get whenever you ask him some uneasy questions, and you don't want to make him feel bad. You don't have a reason not to trust him, so you just press your face in his chest and let him lull you into a sense of security. Konig loves you like this - cute, obedient, as pliant as a pretty wife can be. You stopped worrying about living in a cozy house closer to the forest, which he adores - and you stopped trying to get out of the house on your own, too scared after the news of some psycho wolf tearing through the poor victims just around. Konig would always assure you that there is nothing to be afraid of - and you let him kiss away your fear, treating you as gently as he can. Sometimes Konig slips - some dumb tourist running away, almost in your hands, finding a way around the house and trying to break to safety. Konig knows better than to stash victims in a basement of his own house, but sometimes he almost wishes you weren't as oblivious so he could just reveal his true side to you and break you into a fully obedient little thing. Oh, but he can't - he actually likes you, and he likes those stupid little decorations you put on the porch, and he likes having your warm body next to his in bed, and he likes to listen to your rambling about the weather and the show you watched. He has to actually hide his tracks, stop coming home drenched in blood, and with the newest trophy strapped to his hip. It's all worth it when he returns from having to hunt a bunch of dumb college students, and he is met with the sight of his precious wife bending over a stove to get the cookies out of the oven. It's even more worth it when he can come and startle you with a few kisses on your neck - he lifts the mask around you, always wanting to press his face against your body - and then lift your skirt to bury his tongue in your pussy, too distracted to actually use his fingers. He just wishes you'll never stop being his adorable and oblivious wife while he is too busy hunting the dumb tourist in his forest.

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könig X emotional pregnant reader when the baby shower cake doesn't have a colour ?

Konig fucked up. To his grace, he didn't really think it would be such a big deal - the whole gender reveal party (which consists of literally just you and him, your freshly kidnapped self not allowed to have friends, and Konig not having anyone who he would trust with his pregnant darling free at the moment) was kind of his idea. A way to make you feel a bit less tense about the whole getting pregnant thing. He knows you're still overly emotional about the whole kidnapping thing - you were almost hysterical when you took the test, squeezing his hand and almost punching him. He let you punch him because he kinda deserved it - for that dumb smile on his face, not able to hide his excitement. He actually knocked you up. Made you his. Konig was excited the whole week after the doctor's visit - he was having a boy, a little runt who would be just like him and would, hopefully, turn out to be half as pretty as his mom. Konig never thought he would even want to have children, still terrified at the thought of being like his father - but he stares at your empty, scared face and knows that having a kid would mean one very sweet thing. He won. Over you, your tears, and your attempts at escaping. Forced his way into your life and made you unable to leave. Fucking sweet. So, he kinda fucked up on this one. Wrote to a bakery and ordered a small gender-reveal cake. Went on a short rescue mission in another city and completely forgot about the filling. By the time the bakery broke his phone with calls about almost missing a cake picking-up deadline, he had decided it wouldn't really matter. But, oh, it did. With you - his precious, adorable, the prettiest wife in the world - hysterically sobbing on his chest, thinking you're going to give birth to an invisible baby. He tried to correct you, saying that if this was the case, he wouldn't have brought you cake - but at this point, you became hormonally violent and tried to choke him. Again. God, he didn't know that kidnapping a wife would lead to this. By the time you finally realized that he just kind of revealed you have a son on your own, it was too late not to punch him a few more times. He took it like a good boy - let you get all of your anger out on him like you can actually hurt him with this. He kissed your anger away afterwards, letting you eat most of the cake and then licked the crumbs off your lips like a gross dog. You are still not sure about the whole having a baby thing, but at least you could delegate all the efforts of buying boys' clothes to Konig.

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Falling asleep on Konig's shoulder

(Very self-indulgent because I'm literally on a night train from Vienna rn) Getting the last ticket to the table section of the train - you thought you could have a quick snack, maybe drink some water or get a coffee from a friendly train worker. Get your laptop out and use the free space next to you to work a little bit. You weren't as lucky, of course - with the train being late and with a huge guy sitting on the seat next to you. Probably reserved in time, unlike you. Probably didn't struggle with staying awake as much as you did. You honestly wanted to work. Be productive, get on that grind and growth mindset, and provide value to the company even on the late-night train. The moment you showed your tickets, however, everything went out the window. You're not sure you even managed to put your laptop back in your bag when you went out, your head dropping forward as you indulged in a feverish, groggy nap. Konig saw how tired you were - he felt awkward even sitting next to you, thinking about giving up his place and offering it to you, so you could rest your legs and don't look like a shrimp in your seat. He didn't even care that he did pay for his reservation - he almost thought about, maybe, scaring away some dumb fucks from the other seat, making sure you get a place to rest. But, oh, Konig is a selfish man. Anxious in his desire to get you all to himself, even if he doesn't know your name. It all can come later- when he'd get you a coffee from the train restaurant or drive you home if he'd get lucky enough to get off at the same station as you. Your head drops on his shoulder - he never felt something as soft as you, pressing to his skin. Your full body weight is setting down on his shoulder, and Konig already feels like he won't be able to survive without having you next to him, hugging him, smiling at him. Nuzzling your face in his chest and letting him give you the world simply because you fucking deserve this. Deserve him, so close to you - fucking god, he can't wait to have you all to himself and... Ah, fuck. There is a pretty girl sleeping on his shoulder during a train ride, and Konig just got a raging boner. He fucking hates himself sometimes - getting too excited, never having enough. Wanting to take your body in his lap and force his cock in your inviting pussy. You'd look so cute, all sleepy and drowsy on his dick - maybe you'd even cry a little, making it all the cuter. Maybe, if he is lucky, you'd be just exhausted enough to follow him to his place. Did he make his bed when he went on the mission? Fuck, it was almost two weeks out of his place, it probably looks like shit. Smells like shit, certainly. He can't bring a girl in this place, he has to get a hotel, maybe a fancy one, with a pool, but then you would think he is doing hookups or is cheating on his wife or lives with his parents or- You snuggle closer to his shoulder, searching for warmth, and he almost feels like cumming in his pants. Shit, he can't help himself, can he? Can't even muster the courage to ask you for your number. Maybe when you wake up, so he could just...ah, but he kind of likes being your pillow. Can imagine himself in the same position ten years from now. Let's just say, when you do wake up - with your phone and your laptop safely tucked away in your bag - you won't exactly be going home. Konig does want to know you a bit more, after all.

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König x maid/housekeeper!Reader who tries to quit or resign because they don’t need the job anymore

It's adorable, really, the way you still think this is about working. The way you squirm and curl into yourself, trying your best to hide your body from his grasp - like he would ever just let you escape. Konig pushes his lips up, kissing away all the angry tears that you let flow down your face as you were whimpering something incoherent, something about finally quitting and leaving his sorry ass. You're adorably stupid, and he grabs a handful of your hair to tug you closer, pressing his tongue between your lips. Suck on your lower lip, lap at your mouth like the hungry old dog he is - zero technique, but still very passionate, doing it solely for the love of the game. He won't take kindly to you trying to get away from him - to you acting like you have free will and the ability to do things on your own. It's adorable, really, but he still doesn't believe you're actually going to leave. He is paying you, far more than what you're worth - he doesn't care if you don't need the job anymore or if you want to start a new life somewhere. He is already got you your own room at his house, prepared tons of little gifts for Christmas, and got a two weeks to leave, so he could drag you to whatever warm country doesn't give him flashbacks, so he could enjoy fucking his favorite girl on an expensive sandy beach and give the two of you a little vacation. Oh, what's this? You really don't want to be with him anymore? Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? He is going to be a bit angry, a little disappointed, but it's not like he is actually going to care all that much. There isn't a problem that can't be solved by breaking your pretty legs and forcing his cock in your wet pussy until he fucked away all of your silly desire to leave. He is a master in persuasion, after all. Even if said persuasion tactics would mean fucking you in his basement and locking you up like a piece of precious cargo, until you're fully committed to being his dumb pretty wife.

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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.

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Monster!König whose first course of action after the monster uprising was to find his missing bunny wife!Reader who has no idea he even considered them married in the first place. König who is clueless when it comes to societal norms or concepts and learns about marriage through picking up conversations from scientists back when he was locked up. (Still doesn’t have the greatest grasp on it even after getting his hands on human books and media) Reader is just happy to be free from being used as a breeding machine and had no idea her cell?mate thought their relationship ran that deep and wants to get legally married now. :/

Some of the scientists laughed, calling you Konig's little bunny wife. A packmate, someone to get his stress dumped in so their captive monster could be less of a killing machine and more of someone who can actually be controlled and sated. Throw him a bitch with a leaky hole and whiny voice, and he'd be satisfied until the end of time. Konig doesn't like the sound of laughter that comes from the scientists, but he likes the word "wife" forced on you. Wife. Pretty, cute, adorable, small, and fragile thing that needs him to survive - it's basic biology. Needy bunnies like you can't survive in a world filled with humans and certainly can't do it in the new reality, where the strongest are getting all the cards. When Konig eventually gets out, he reads - to his surprise, really, and to the surprise of all of his comrades who would much rather burn everything the old rulers of their world have left. But Konig reads - romance novels, human courting rituals, the true meaning of the word wife and the word husband. He thinks of ways he can put together a wedding worthy of his precious little bunny - when he would finally get her with him, of course. He finds you, of course - it's not that hard to find a bunny in this shrunken world when he has almost all of the power he could have. A colonel in the monster forces, somewhat of a hero waiting for his mate to arrive - you're given to him as a gift from his comrades, a pack of soldiers eager to please their commander. Yes, the little bunny was crying and squirming in his grasp when she was delivered, but it's hardly his fault, is it? Konig just isn't quite sure on how to go about this whole marriage thing and what to do when your pretty wifey is desperately trying to get out of his grasp. He squeezes your throat a bit until you stop trashing in his hold and then spends the rest of the evening exploring your precious needy holes with his tentacles and his hands. God, he missed the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock, desperate for him to release his seed. You're a bad little thing for denying him, but it's okay, he can work with that. He doesn't care if you're dumb or ungrateful - he will just press further, push his cock as deep into you as possible, squeezing your soft breasts until he swears the milk will come. He will have to breed you for this, of course - as thoroughly as possible until you can't help but cry and moan in his hold. Scientists never allowed him to actually dump his eggs in you, always afraid that he would get too possessive and territorial protecting his clutch and the pregnant mate - but oh, no one is there to stop him now. You would forget all about resisting in a bit - it would be much easier to push you around once you're getting the role of his pretty little wife, just like you were intended to.

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He buys you costumes. Unpractical ones - little bows in your head, frilly skirts. Tiny aprons that barely cover anything, pink cow print. Stocking that gets mudded immediately after you get on your knees to scrub the dirt off. Makes - asks - you to bend over and try to clean up this way, tiny skirt getting over your panties. He wanted to stuff a plug tail in your ass, make you all soft and inviting for him - make you crawl on all fours, get you a headband with cat ears. Force his cock in your leaking pussy, making the floor dirty with his cum. Maybe you'd clean it up with your tongue. God, he would fucking love to see it. He gets you expensive costumes - tailor-made, hugging your curves perfectly. Tight at your tits, kind of short, too much open skin. You don't want to know how he got such perfect measurements, what kind of pervert he found to make something this obscene. He likes to take it off you, fuck you right on the floor - sometimes you whine in his ear, ask him to at least put a pillow under your knees. You don't dare to cockblock him completely, still wanting to get at least something out of your little arrangement. He makes you forget about dusting the shelves, forces you to sit on his face instead - and tips you at least triple the amount of the whole house. Makes the bed for you and lets you sleep in, tugging a blanket over your naked body. You don't when you wake up with his mouth sucking on your tits - he is at least kind enough to ice your nipples latter. Let them become less puffy before making you wear another tight dress. It's not all sex - sometimes he makes you dinner, a snack plate, a girl dinner that he desperately tries to make as pretty as the ones you watch on tiktok. Buys too much cheese and eats it off the whole thing after chopping down a few bits for you. Doesn't know the difference between different kinds of salami, so he just buys the most expensive one. Huge bits of jamon on the plate, adorned with slightly wilted fruits. He likes to feed you, calling you his little bird - doesn't let you wash the dishes after. Pushes you on his lap and turns on some scary movie, kisses your neck between jumpscares. Calls you his wife - you're not sure if you should finally go to the police when he starts asking about the ring, but you let yourself lean in his embrace. Surrounded by his heat, you like to nap at him. Like a big cuddly bear, honestly - you don't hug him, too scared of making him retaliate with sex, but you let him wrap his hands around you. Nuzzle in your hair, and inhale sweet seconds of nothing before his cock makes its way into your panties again. God, whenever this guy is home - which isn't a lot, thanks to his job - it's like he is horny 24/7. You're kinda flattered. You're kinda terrified. Konig kinda forgets you aren't married.

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LOVED the drunk reader who thought she fucked her bf but its slasher könig, what about her comfessing at some point that she did wanna fuck him? maybe just mindlessly, at some point when he visits the room shes locked in...and of course fed and treated like a princess bc she fr wanted him? he gets hard af just from the thought

You giggle, licking at your lips. They're sweet - Konig did get to the town to buy you a bunch of sweet sugar cookies, all that sweetener making you giggly and just a tiny bit more ditzy than usual. He always saw that tiny bit of dimness in you. The way you twirl your hair and smile at him, the way you playfully swat at his mask, trying to take a look. You operate on a simple logic - he didn't kill you, even though he always could - so you have to proceed being pretty and dumb for him, so he won't think about actually killing you. You aren't as good at initiating at first, kinda nervous about the whole killing thing - but he is hot in his mask, and that amount of muscles always did it for you. Let your pussy become just a tiny bit more wet, allowing you to smother the guy with tiny kisses. Push your lips all over him and giggle when his attempts to grope at your breast would just tickle you. He was embarrassed at first; that unusual softness wasn't something that was installed in him - certainly not for pretty girls who looked like they would bully him. Certainly not for pretty but useless pets who make him want to shower you with gifts and little kisses. Smile and hug you, touch and tug at every last bit of your skin. You finally admit to kinda wanting him to fuck you that night when he killed your boyfriend. You'd smile and giggle, pressing your face in his chest and blowing raspberries at his muscles. You were kinda drunk, kinda high, mad at your bf - he did kiss your fucking best friend, of all people. You kinda wanted to slam his head in, and Konig did it for you. Let you snuggle to the warm body and get pounded, your pussy recognizing its new owner. Almost crying when he pulled out, wanting for him to stay longer, warm you up a bit. Konig knows you're a spoiled thing - a pretty pet in need of regular baths and constant hair washing. You'd let him softly play with your hair, tug the matted strands. You'd force him to get in the shower after each kill, luring him in with a promise of a nice, sloppy cunt if only he would wash away the smell of blood. For the first time in his miserable life, Konig almost feels like he can stop his bloodlust by something other than killing - just by holding you close and pounding you like it's the last thing he can do in his life. And it's a very, very thrilling thing to know, that you almost feel the same.

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Barracks Bunny!Reader X König

You stroll over the recon barracks. Walk of shame - not like you had any - with your torn panties stuffed in your pocket, not wanting to leave a trophy for a lousy fuck. He had somewhat of a nice dick - but you still feel like all that mediocre sex just isn't worth all the attention you're getting. You liked being the object of desire but then having those boys actually act on it... maybe you should take a break. Focus on yourself or some cute girls from other departments. "Whoring yourself, lamm?" Your colonel is as subtle as a hammer to the clit. As quiet as a running elephant, filled with as much gentleness as a nuclear bomb. Not the type of guy you wanted to chastise you for making poor life choices. He's not the type of guy you'd want to make mad - not with the way he can ruin your career in seconds. Force you out of the military, put a black bark over your prospects. You kind of excepted it, to be honest - you just haven't thought your colonel would actually care about something besides mauling enemies to the point of having to get them recognized by their dental carts. Konig drags you to his quarters. You think - oh, here goes the write-up, the write-down, the write-you're-dishonorably-discharged. You start to think about how you're going to tell your parents you almost got court-martialed over fucking some dudes from your squad, and then your colonel drops his pants. Well, his belt, first - the loud ring made you flinch. His pants came second, and you almost came at the sight of his cock. Big, veiny - almost as big as a human arm, making you already feel the stretch even though he isn't even remotely in yet. Sometimes, you're glad Konig isn't the one to talk a lot - you wouldn't survive having a conversation with your colonel while you can only stare at his cock, wanting to take it in your mouth as fast as possible. Konig fucks you - quick, harsh, balls slapping against your hips and making you whimper from pleasure every time. You almost think about hugging him, pressing your body closer and whispering something dirty - but then he starts talking. And talking. And fucking talking again. Groans in your ear, asks - orders - to stop fucking other guys because they don't deserve you. Can't treat you right, like you deserve it. He kisses you, over and over, so overly-romantic it almost makes you want to gag. God, you knew giving your pussy to your psycho of a colonel was a bad idea - but it's not really your fault that his dick is this good, right?

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König who immediately sets his sights on his younger brother’s crush/girlfriend. He’s offering “advice” but really just wants to snatch you from right underneath his nose.

Honestly, it's on his dumb little brother. Only an idiot like him would think that asking Konig, the socially inept war criminal with a body count going in hundreds of dead people, would have good advice about relationships. His last girlfriend left the country, and probably the continent deleted all of her social media and decided to live among giant spiders. Konig didn't have a serious relationship in years, mostly just yearning for some social media models and pin-up girls. Then he sees his brother's cute little friend, and all hell breaks loose. The advice in terms of bringing the girl to their apartment - acting like she will be impressed with his brother's matress on the floor and action figure collection. Konig made sure to buy a bedframe a week earlier, as if it's not his gun collection littering the walls. Asks his bro to act like an alpha, like he is already sure the girl is in love with him and needs a big, strong guy to take care of her. You're disgusted, of course, and you sit on their grimy - Konig did clean up and even called a maid, but still - kitchen, drinking their tea while his brother was pouting in his room, not sure what he did wrong. You're timid, sheepish, quiet in front of him. Konig is too much of one man, and he puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. Patting your head and gently pressing his fingers on your exposed skin. You're so sad over your friend being a dick, you don't even mind his brother. Konig is...nice, in comparison. Kind of cool-looking, with all the scars and muscles. Doesn't flaunt his income, but asks if you want him to call an uber, and you see his fingers trailing over to Business class. He gives you a candy bar - your favorite, you notice - and asks if, maybe, you want him to drive you home instead of a taxi. Konig was never this smooth his entire life - and maybe you're just distressed enough to ignore his staring and a slight tremble in his fingers - god, how much he wants to squeeze you until you sing for him. Perhaps, you just want a good guy, a normal guy, to hug you and don't try to squeeze your ass in the process. Konig wouldn't promise not putting a hand on the low of your back when he walks you to your door, but he is just awkward enough to make him seem cute. Harmless. He asked if you wanted to come next time, just to see him. You say yes. Konig thinks it's time to shop for rings.

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