summary: König doesn’t wants you to leave him, even for a second. he finds excuses and makes it your problem so he could fuck you until you’re too sore to leave again.
“If you were to turn into a snake tomorrow, and began devouring humans… and from that same mouth you cried out to me, ‘I love you’… would I still be able to say ‘I love you’ the same way I do today?” but König :3
He was your sweetheart. Your best friend since you first became aware of yourself. Your strange, gentle giant. Now he was bound in chains behind cold metal bars, yet he still barked orders like he was on the battlefield. His eyes burned with a fire no one knew how to extinguish. No one even tried. He looked like a wounded lion cornered, feral, and lethal. For a moment, it stole the air from your lungs. He looked like he could tear you apart with his bare hands. And still, your eyes welled with tears, your hands itching to reach for him, to hold him, to soothe him, to take even a fraction of that pain away. He looked exhausted. But his voice never broke. Not once. He kept shouting, rattling the bars of his enclosure as the warehouse buzzed with frantic movement. Soldiers rushed past each other, too preoccupied to notice you. Their colonel had lost control, and chaos followed in his wake. To them, König had always been bloodthirsty. A force that tore through enemy lines, clearing paths with ruthless efficiency. He led them to victory every time. But this… this was different. No one knew what had happened. In the middle of the operation, they had found him on his knees, staring down at an enemy corpse. The body lay face-down in the dirt, a bullet wound at the side of the head. Clean, final. The face was ruined beyond recognition. And still, something about it… Something broke him. His chest tightened, breath turning ragged as panic clawed at his ribs. His hands shook. His vision blurred. He had seen comrades fall before. Even the ones he cared about. He had never stopped fighting. But this time… it was you. Or something close enough to shatter him. The body had your hair. Your build. The same details he had memorized without realizing—because from the moment he enlisted, he had watched you, learned you, known you. Every inch. You thought he had abandoned you. Thought he had broken his promise and left you behind. But here he was. Chained, violent, uncontrollable. Because he thought he had lost you. As if sensing your presence, his shoulders stiffened. The shouting stopped. Silence fell—sudden, unnatural. His eyes locked onto yours.
Time seemed to freeze.
They were red. Raw. He had been crying. But he would never let anyone see that. Hiding behind his mask. Was that why he had been screaming all this time?
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i will finish this after i have a good mornings sleep (its 4AM T-T)
i started writing this listening to WAP and finished with lover you should come over, so don’t judge me.
summary: He is your savior, your obsession, and your captor. You thought you were watching him, but you didn't realize he had been watching you all along and he’s finally done waiting for you to notice.
You were one of the oldest members of this cult, thanks to the former leader being your father and the very man Geto Suguru had killed to be the leader himself. Yet, oddly enough, it didn’t matter. Perhaps his intoxicating presence was too captivating or perhaps you had never cared much for your father to begin with. Geto played the role of a gentle, charismatic, and benevolent savior perfectly. They came to him suffering from unexplained illnesses, chronic pain, or bad luck, all of which were secretly caused by Cursed Spirits attached to them. Because normal humans cannot see curses, they just thought Geto was a miracle. They funded him for that, gratefully draining their wealth into his lap.
Days passed smoothly, everything working in his favor without a single slip. He took care of his two girls and absorbed curses, slowly building an army for his genocidal plan. Still, you knew something was going on behind closed doors, strange people coming and leaving with hushed talks.
One day, you decided to figure things out by yourself. After the estate went dark and the maids were asleep, you crept to his room.
He was sitting there on the tatami mat, elbow propped up on a kyōsoku. His gaze was fixated on a painting before him; he looked dazed and lost in thought. You had never seen it before. Was he the one who painted it? But he was such a joyful and charismatic person, how could he paint such a melancholic piece? In the painting, a man sat alone, his hands clasped together around his legs, looking tragically alone and lost. With a heavy heart, you stepped back from the cracked door, easing it quietly back into its frame.
There was definitely something wrong with him. He had everything you could possibly think of. Family? his two adorable girls. Wealth? He had it. Followers? numbers growing so fast every week that even you couldn't keep track anymore. You walked back to your room, deeply troubled. Your head was full of him. Well, it had been all about him since the day he cured the headache that plagued you every night. He was the savior to you and so many others. You could feel the familiar tension of a headache forming at the back of your neck. Sighing in defeat, you decided to sleep for the night. You could always overthink things in the morning.
Deep into the night, you felt the throbbing headache suddenly vanish. Your head felt lighter as sleep pulled you deeper into its arms. His distinct scent washed over you just as you felt something against your face, soft and tingling. Your face scrunched up, your hand flying up to swat it away. With his long hair smack to the side an amused chuckle echoed in your room, blessing the quiet night.
“My favorite monkey," he whispered, the sound so soft the wind could have carried it away. He gently pushed your already kicked-off blanket out of the way. His fingertips brushing up on your thighs savoring the softness of the flesh. “you owe me one.”
Slowly settling between your legs he took a moment to breathe in the sight of you. Your gown slipped up to your thighs exposing your legs for his view, one of the strap slipped down your shoulder, hair sprawled on the pillows. He had to suppress a groan forcing his way out. He took the initiative with spreading your legs further away to make himself more room between them. When he settled in as his heart desired his hand caressed up to your hips, dragging the fabric within his hands. Eyes following the way it pooled around your waist, he could help but lean down and press a kiss onto your stomach. Your skin was luring him in and he felt so helpless to fight.
So he gave in. His hands continued to move up but over your gown. His fingers caressed up your stomach, chest -taking his time- your arms and finally he pulled back planting them on your waist again. He couldn’t take the temptation of your skin anymore. His hips jerked into you in instinct, he couldn’t help it. Especially when there was just a pair of lace panties separating him from his sweet cunt. “Give it to me.” he breathed, skin flushed breath growing heavy. His cock twitched in his trousers, his tip already leaking just from feeling your heat against it. Geto used his hands on your waist to move your hips against him. Every drag, every friction feeding his hunger further. He ached to be inside you. The mere thought of your velvety walls clamping around him send shivers down his spine. He threw his head back when you stirred and moaned in your sleep.
You could feel it too, right? You were feeling good with him. You enjoyed his cock. You loved all of him, right? If not why would you be his follower. Suguru couldn’t stop his hips from moving against your core. The front of his pants soaked with your juices and his pre-cum already, there was no way to stop now.
“My dear…” he leaned down and whispered into your ear. “You have me ruined, and yet you don’t even show the slightest courtesy to simply open your eyes.” he continued humping helplessly against you. He wanted you awake. He needed you eyes on him. The thought of your teary eyes watching him as he fucked you snapped something in him. His thrust became more frantic, he wanted to feel you bare but he was too lost to free his cock from his trousers.
“Suguruuu~” a broken whimper made him pull his head back and lock eyes with you. Your thighs pressed together with need and Suguru stopped moving, but his broad frame between them kept them apart. You soon come to the realization of the situation. Geto Suguru himself was between your legs looking down at you with his hair slicked against his forehead and draped over his shoulders. His purple eyes scanning your expression as you gained more awareness of your surroundings. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your cunt.
A panicked moan left your lips. You have never felt such thing. It was hot, hard and undeniably big. Your hands grabbed his forearms in a panic. What should you do? Scream, kick, give up or just take it? Before you even opened your mouth to speak Suguru rolled his hips against yours, his tip catching your clit. It hit you like a lightning, your eyes rolling back hands squeezing his arms. Suguru dropped his head against your forehead, he held back despite his torturous need for relief. “My dear.” he purred against your open lips, his hips continued in slow drags. “Do you feel good? I can feel you soaking my cock even through this fabrics.”
Your whole body trembled underneath him, it was all too much. “Feels so good.” your whisper reached his ears and his hips pressed down firmly against your soaked cunt. “Oh yeah? i couldn’t tell.” he let out a low chuckle at how wet you were, mocking you. The melody went straight to your cunt, your poor hole clenching around nothing. It drove him insane that you called his name even before opening your eyes just moments ago. With you whimpering and trembling underneath him he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Are you close, dearest?” his voice grew nerdier just like his hips. You could only nod before the knot under your stomach snapped and you come with a sob. “That’s it, gorgeous~ Give it all to me…” Whole cells in your body chanting his name, worshipping him in their own ways as your nails dug into his arms, both to ground yourself and try to seep under his skin. The feeling of your nails cutting his arms, making him bleed under your fingertips tilted him towards the edge. He groaned your name like a slur and a prayer as he came. His hair caging around your heads, leaving only him in your view, his purple eyes heavy on yours. “Such a good girl.” Suguru purred into your lips, panting. Then he placed a kiss on your lips, stealing the breath you were supposed to take at the moment. “Now tell me,” he pulled away then pulled you up with him. His back hit the headboard with you on his lap, you could feel the wetness between your bodies and it made it harder to focus. Especially with the thing starting to harden under your weight. “why were you spying on my room?”
UGHHHH I LOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN SO MUCH U DONT GET IT
lmk if u liked it and here is the painting i mentioned:
König letting you believe you had a chance to run away.
You felt like you saw something moving with the corner of your eye. Your body turning to left to investigate, right when you were about to turn he appeared before you. Big strong arms circling your form and burying your face into his chest. You didn’t even get to scream before you were suffocated between his pecks. König made a sound close to purring with your soft body against his, so small compared to the mountain of a man before you. He especially loved showing the power imbalance between your body with this small moves. Such as dropping his whole weight on you and watching you freeze before squirming helplessly.
“Scared?” he whispered pulling back slightly. He saw how your body shivered with each of his words and his gaze turned hungry. “I didn’t knew you were home.” whispering back with your sweet voice. You weren’t even able to step away in his arms. So pathetic, so helpless with him. It made his cock stir in his pants. You being in the palm of his hands, at his mercy, not being able to struggle. He let out a sigh.
König lowered his head into your hair. His mask brushing against your face as he inhaled your scent deeply. Peace, home, intoxicating, mine. All of his nerves soothing with your presence. “I always come back for you, i wouldn’t leave you all by yourself.” he pressed his lips on your temple. Despite his mask you could still feel how hot his lips were. König always run warm. Despite his size, his energy never ended. Guy had a crazy stamina, which you knew and experienced very closely. “What if someone took advantage of you, you need to be taken care of.” with another kiss to your temple, like he was trying to mark his words into your brain, he scooped you up in his arms.
“And i’m the only one for the job, ja?” you could hear the smile in his words as he carried you to his room. You entered the room your gaze immediately found the foot of the bed. That shiny metal catching your eyes, making you hold onto König’s collar like he wasn’t the one putting that shackle on you every night. His gaze dropped to your hand. “My sweet angel…” he began as he sat you down carefully at the edge of the bed. His towering form knelt before you like it was the most natural thing in the world for him and he cupped your ankles with his big calloused palms. “I haven’t forgotten about last night but you are being so obedient tonight.” He could see the hope in your eyes, he could see the new escape attempt forming in your little head. Did you really thought he was that stupid? That lovefool to believe you? Well, maybe. “I won’t put them on you,” he breathed, voice dropping to something dangerous. “but you will have to continue being a good girl, like now.”
Your eyes lit up, it annoyed him that you were so eager for a chance. Yet he held back. Let you think you actually got him. “You have to promise, my baby.” his palms squeezed your ankles drawing your attention back to the moment from your stupid hopes and dreams. Useless. Your small nod did nothing to satisfy him. He loved your voice. And you noticed his unsatisfied eyes before he could say anything so you exclaimed hurriedly. “I promise, König!” too eager, yet sweet enough for him to be obsessed. A groan left his mouth. “Say it again, say my name…” he whispered looking up at you as he dragged your feet to meet the tent on his pants. “You have no idea how wrapped around you have me on your finger.” he let out a shaky breath as your toes grazed curiously on his bulge. His hips chasing the sensation in pure need. His head dropped to your thighs. König lifted his gaze to your eyes staring up at you from there. His eyes like predators but also filled with need. He swore inside. He would never let you have the energy to lift a finger after he is done with you tonight.
i have an exam tmr but it’s okay i can’t get him out of my head, just imagining him on his knees drives me insane istg
imma post this and go to sleep. i know it has been 2 years since last i wrote but heyy im backkk yayyyy.
banner is not mine i got it from pinterest shhh
so there is not much context i just wanted to write a scene with tension between reader and König. HOPE Y’ALL LIKE IT!!!
His gaze fixated on you, hard and unwavering. You were soaking in the bathtub with those stupid floral bath bombs of yours. Unbothered and visibly bored, a brow of yours shot up. “What’s it?” simple, dismissive even. König’s eyes lit up with a flame you knew too well. You have seen the exact glare on the battlefield when he broke an enemy’s spine over his knee, with bare hands. Well, you also knew he wasn’t gonna break your back, at least not yet.
“What’s it?” he echoed with his thick accent. Voice strained with a trained control. “You selfish, manipulative, two-faced witch,” he hissed as he loomed over you. The situation was beyond ridiculous at this point. “Haven’t you had enough? Are you enjoying this?” His hand grabbed both sides of the tub, eyes never leaving your indifferent ones.
“König, what’s your deal?” you feigned innocence. As if the man above you wasn’t about to tear a piece off the tub with his bare hands. Were you trying to drive him into madness? You couldn’t be this stupid. No, there was something else. For a moment he just gazed at your eyes. Beautiful, unmerciful. You could feel the weight of him on your body, even though he didn’t touch an inch of you.
A sound startled you, one you never anticipated. He fucking laughed at your face and you froze. He truly went crazy. His hand let go of the tub and he crashed onto your body. 95 kilos of weight crushed you into the tub and you lost your balance. Your senses heightened with alarm, your body squirmed to break free. His eyes glistened with malice as he held your wrists with one hand and pinned you back down to where you were to begin with. His legs trapped yours as he sat on your legs, not too much pressure but pinning enough for his preference. “You absolute monster,” you spat like venom, but it only made him chuckle. “Are you not satisfied with your creation now, Schatz?” Leaning down, his free hand grabbed your chin to force eye contact.
“Too damn bad, you are never getting rid of me.” With that, his hand left your face. With that stupid mask, you couldn’t figure out his expression. You gritted your teeth with the want to rip off his cover. Another laugh left his lips. Something about you underneath him, bare and furious, left him shuddering under his wet clothes. “Even though you are the bane of my existence, I can't let you go… You have to stay. You have to take. You have to give all to me.” A smirk could be heard from his whisper of a voice. “I even have a gift handmade, just for you, my world.” His free hand slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. And there it was—unmistakably red, bloody, marked, and unmistakably your name. Carved into his chest like a prayer, like a branding, like devotion that's too much for you. “Oh, I knew you would like it…” His hand brushed your cheeks, now red with your ragged breathing.
“Now try and get rid of me, witch.” There was that glare again, his softened eyes burning up again with something more than you knew of him. Was it a dare? No, he talked and moved with the confidence of a gorged predator playing with its prey. You were already trapped in your own game, with your own threads. You shouldn’t have pushed him to the edge, shouldn’t have played with him so carelessly. Caught in the moment, you didn’t notice his hand tilting and pulling your chin up, up, up to his level. Eyes boring into yours, breath calm and steady. “Cat got your tongue?” he giggled like the asshole he is at your state. Poor you, shivering and hopeless. All to his mercy, all to himself. The thought of that pleased him. Fingers caressing along your jaw until he stopped at your bottom lip.
It snapped you back to reality. There was no time to spiral when this insane bastard was on you, with your fucking name carved into his chest. Even though the sight made your core ache with need, you never liked to be stripped from control of the room, and of course your toy. “You moron.” Your eyes widened at how weak and frustrated your voice sounded. No, it wasn’t like he had an effect on you. Definitely the position of your craned neck was the excuse to that. That pitiful thing.
You cleared your throat, ignoring how his gaze dropped from the furious glare to a kind of hunger you knew all too well. “Get off me before I make you regret it.” You snapped your hips up to try and push the giant of a man off you. The sensation only served to darken the hunger.
That’s what you are. “You don’t get to make demands now, Schatz.” His fingers wrapped around your delicate neck and gave it a squeeze. “But I will satisfy you enough to make it up.” Letting go of your wrists, he held up his mask above his scarred lips. “Trust me. I promise,” he whispered like a vow against your cheek, sealed with a soft kiss. Your hands immediately found his forearms to ground yourself as he got off you, his hand firm on your neck as he pulled you up with him. On your feet, he let go of the grip on your throat only to grab a towel to wrap around your gorgeous body. He had to, because he couldn’t be sure how long he could hold back upon feeling your naked body against him. Skin singing to his soul like sirens, inviting him to sin.
ahhhhh I get to talk about my favorite concept~ obsessive lovesick König ❤️❤️ strap in babe some of these do contain dub/noncon so be sure to read the tags!
My first interaction with König content (Köntent, if you will) was the Yandere fics @imsilay writes, I can't remember which one it was because I think I gobbled up her whole masterlist in a manic blur, so do check her out. (Some dub/noncon ahead so head the tags)
it feels weird even recommending it since I'm sure its THE yandere König fic but lovely fic Just Friends by the even lovelier @kneelingshadowsalome is what cemented my love and adoration for the big weirdo <3, give Possession and DOG (slight dubcon) a read while your at it, both are so scrumptious
If You Need To Be Mean by @gremlingottoosilly was just... beyond perfection, I think I stayed up until 4 am reading it, he is so husband in this fic I can't even talk about it without my heart bursting from the love I have for this fic, and same thing with Lovefool dude just read everything Gremlin writes she truly don't miss (Dubcon)
In the Arms of Flowers by @comfortless is on the softer side of the spectrum but god the YEARNING and OBSESSION just kills me. Syl is another writer who does no wrong in my eyes so just do yourself a favor and give her a follow
I'm Only Flesh and Blood by @gauloiseblue is one of the darkest most realistic depictions of toxic and obsessive König ever and I adore it so much, I want to eat this fic. (Noncon)
His by @uhohdad OHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDD do I love this fic sososo much, its my ultimate toxic!König comfort fic, he's so nasty and obsessive it has me twirling my hair. Something Borrowed is a yummy snack too.
Behind You by lemon_difficult209. when I say I would give up my left arm for an update on this fic, it is one of the best I've read and honestly even if it never gets an update I'd recommend it forever because the writing is just so incredible.
Trapper, Keeper by @tinypandacakes I would kiss each word individually if I could its THAT good, König is this sickening balance of kind and sweet but awful and manipulative and its addicting to read, each chapter keeps getting better and better and I cannot wait to see how it ends <3 (dubcon)
Proprietorial by minimxrq_1 was such an amazing read, it is not for the faint of hearts so do head the tags, the author is working on a remake of the story which is just as yummy imo and it gets SO dark in the best ways (Dubcon)
A Lesser Man by Warabigloss is one of my favs, he's such a shameless gremlin in this and the reader character is as pathetic as a wet rag I adore her, my poor little mew mew. if you enjoyed IYNTBM you'll like this one. (Noncon)
Monstrous by @xoxunhinged is just...*dreamy sigh* I really can't wait for the next chapter.
Singularity by Yacer_Sho is a wonderful one shot, I wish there was a continuation but the work on its own is SO good.
Still Waters Run Deep by @bvnnywrites is such a fun and creative concept and a really wonderful read. I've reread it so many times I've lost count <3
I'm sure there's some I've forgotten about that I'll kick myself for not adding, but that's all I have for now ^^ happy reading and do tell me what you think if you read any of these!
i think if König was a vampire he would breath on your neck and keep you pinned to him so he could relish the way your heartbeat increased like crazy at the times his lips brushed against your pulse. and his favorite thing to feel was your hot skin against his cold lips and your pulse that never calmed down if he was around. he wouldn’t care if it was out of fear or love. he actually enjoyed holding your trembling form in his arms. not that you could get away from his grip even if you hated it.
i think if König was a vampire he would breath on your neck and keep you pinned to him so he could relish the way your heartbeat increased like crazy at the times his lips brushed against your pulse. and his favorite thing to feel was your hot skin against his cold lips and your pulse that never calmed down if he was around. he wouldn’t care if it was out of fear or love. he actually enjoyed holding your trembling form in his arms. not that you could get away from his grip even if you hated it.
“They said i couldn’t be a sniper.” he chuckled dryly. “Then i shot him in right between his eyebrows, to prove them wrong.” he looked into your eyes, so innocently, almost like waiting for you to praise him for his great victory. Which was a routine you two did everytime he came from deployment. “You’re naturally talented.” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his head buried further into your lap. Your thighs were numb, pressed together to not give him more access and he couldn’t care less. Dozens of bite marks adorned your supple thighs, hickeys from his nonstop tongue and lips, as if he was punishing you for not giving him what’s -in his mind- rightfully his. Yet you didn’t allow him further. As he was about to dig his teeth into your thigh again you grabbed his hair, “König, i think that’s enough.” trying to distance him from your lap, but it was a huge mistake for you to regret later. A growl rumbled from his chest and the cocky man who wanted you to praise him was left.
You should know better than taunting him when he’s already being “patient”. He bit down on your thigh, hard. Claiming what’s his and making you let go of his hair with a yelp. “Don’t even push me away again, ja?” his voice was just above a whisper, yet threatening enough. You could tell he was irritated but in a second he was already rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin, his lips never leaving the contact even for a second like if he did his life would be over. “Open them.” he whispered, not sounding too calm like you thought but you did it to not make him more angry. His shirtless torso got between your legs, his huge form forcing you to open them further. And to your fortune he was too melted into your warmth and comfort, all that exhaustion from deployment finally hit him. Too tired to punish you, he decided it could wait until tomorrow morning. He buried his head into your pelvis, just right above where his original destination was. His huge arms wrapped around your form and embraced you tightly, not letting any room for you to get away. You shivered with the kiss he pressed on your skin, a promise and a advice for you to rest well, tomorrow he was going to make sure you won’t be able to walk.
you can tell i have a thing for imagining König biting and forcing me to let him do what he wants. who wouldn’t? look at him he’s a mountain of a man and all he wants is a sweet taste of you, maybe a little praise? big men also needs praises. all he did and would do was for you after all.
and also Ghost likes to force your legs wide open or make you keep them open so he can force orgasm after delicious orgasm from you as his heart desires, in the other hand König uses them for noise canceling, who wouldn’t? they’re so soft and when you squeeze them around his head he feels like his soul leaves his body.
and also Ghost huffs and taunts you for cumming just from his fingers and tongue like his voice isn’t so deep and his accent isn’t so attractive that it makes you cum uncontrollably, but König enjoys his meal silently with little nibbles and bite marks on your thighs as he takes much needed air breaks, there’s so many orgasms he wants to take from you and himself.
and also Ghost gets excited when you start to clamp down on his fingers, soon enough you squirt on his face and man, he couldn’t be happier. his words degrading and praising at the same time that it makes your head spin. he’s so greedy, even though you’re just coming down from your high he asks for another one. how can you blame him?! it’s not his fault that you’re so sweet and angelic. the same goes with König, he gets so excited to have you squirt on his face he accidentally cums on his boxers from building anticipation. the wet fabric clings to his thick neglected length, his head falling limply onto your spent cunt. although he was satisfied and you were undoubtedly satisfied, he could bring himself to leave your sweet pussy. so you both fall asleep, sweaty and dirty with cum.
and also Ghost likes to force your legs wide open or make you keep them open so he can force orgasm after delicious orgasm from you as his heart desires, in the other hand König uses them for noise canceling, who wouldn’t? they’re so soft and when you squeeze them around his head he feels like his soul leaves his body.
and also Ghost huffs and taunts you for cumming just from his fingers and tongue like his voice isn’t so deep and his accent isn’t so attractive that it makes you cum uncontrollably, but König enjoys his meal silently with little nibbles and bite marks on your thighs as he takes much needed air breaks, there’s so many orgasms he wants to take from you and himself.
and also Ghost gets excited when you start to clamp down on his fingers, soon enough you squirt on his face and man, he couldn’t be happier. his words degrading and praising at the same time that it makes your head spin. he’s so greedy, even though you’re just coming down from your high he asks for another one. how can you blame him?! it’s not his fault that you’re so sweet and angelic. the same goes with König, he gets so excited to have you squirt on his face he accidentally cums on his boxers from building anticipation. the wet fabric clings to his thick neglected length, his head falling limply onto your spent cunt. although he was satisfied and you were undoubtedly satisfied, he could bring himself to leave your sweet pussy. so you both fall asleep, sweaty and dirty with cum.
