"Tell me about your day, birdie." he said casually, too casually for someone currently sliding two thick fingers inside you, curling them just so. His thumb pressed against your clit, a deliberate tease.
You whined, hips bucking involuntarily. "S-Simon—"
"Day, love." His free hand pinned your wrist above your head, eyes dark and amused under the shadow of his gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers found your G-spot like it was marked on his map—pressing, rubbing, relentless. A low throb built instantly, making your toes curl.
"Okay, fine..” you panted, trying to focus. "Work was... ah—busy. Had that stupid presentation with the team. Boss was on my case about the slides." The words tumbled out, but his fingers didn't let up, stroking that spot with precision that bordered on cruel. Pleasure sparked and a moan slipped free mid-sentence.
"What was that?" Simon's voice was mock-innocent, lips twitching into a smirk. He slowed just enough to torment you, thumb circling your clit lazily now. "Didn't catch that bit about the boss. Repeat it for me.”
You whimpered, clenching around him. "He... he said the slides needed more data. Fuck, Simon—"
"Language, dove.” he chimed, but his eyes gleamed with wicked delight. He abused that power then, fingers plunging deeper, hooking right against your G-spot over and over, fast and unyielding. Your walls fluttered, the coil tightening unbearably. "Keep talkin’, love... what else happened? Tell me about lunch."
It was torture, the best kind.
You babbled through it—something about grabbing a sandwich alone, avoiding your chatty coworker—each sentence fracturing with gasps and whines. Every time you faltered, he'd coo, "Didn't hear you, love. Louder." Or, "That moan's not an answer." His pace never wavered, fingers slick and insistent, thumb flicking your clit until you couldn’t think straight.
"Simon, please... I'm—" The orgasm hit like a freight train, your body arching off the bed as you clenched around him, waves of heat crashing through you. He didn't stop, drawing it out until you were trembling, oversensitive and boneless.
Only then did he pull his fingers free, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "Good girl..” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead—soft, after all the meanness. "Now, about dinner..."
könig who doesn’t just not mind period sex, but craves it. he’s overbearing and doting at the slightest inkling of a wince from you, at your side with chocolate and offers of massages for your back-aches. he really should be desensitized to all kinds of blood at this point, though you feel like he can sniff out yours from a mile away. the knowledge that you’re bleeding underneath your comfy clothes has his cock stiffing up in his pants, puppy dog-eyeing you until you convince him to let him fuck the cramps away. he flushes when you complain about how gross he is for liking it so much.
gets so engrossed in the sight of your sloppy, warm cunt coating his hard shaft in a pretty crimson sheen that he forgets this is supposed to be for you. loves how your face pinches up adorably in a mix of agony and pleasure while his cock knocks into your shedding, cramping uterus. you’re extra wet and docile for him - knees to your chest - the glide of his swollen shaft slippery and noisy, large hands pressing down on the bulge of himself in your tummy while he grinds deep inside your sweltering heat. you feel him twitch inside you every time your cramps make you clench around him, walls clinging to every protruding vein lining his thick meat. the notion of being inside you at such a vulnerable time has him shooting off inside you prematurely, but seeing his pearly cum leaking out alongside thick clumps of blood is enough to make him chub up all over again, ready for another round moments after pulling out.
simon loves it when you aren't wearing any panties under your loose pajama shorts.
cw — mild degradation, p in v.
it was done very much intentionally at first. you just wanted to see if he’d even notice you not wearing anything under your shorts. just a little fun idea, right?
unbeknownst to you, simon had already noticed it the very minute you walked into the bedroom. he just pretended to be oblivious, enjoying your subtle yet desperate attempts to rile him up a little too much — the way you tried to spread your legs a little too much.
you were seated cross-legged in front of him on the bed, playing on your phone while his hand was lazily caressing your head, eyes fixated on the way your loose shorts were pushed a bit aside, the gap between the cloth and your thighs clearly showing a glimpse of your cunt, the subtle glisten from the light making his lips twitch up slightly. you were fucking wet.
“pretty cunt’s staring at me, love.” he said in the most nonchalant way possible, causing your attention to snap away from your phone and fall onto him, his words causing you to squeak in embarrassment. the sudden wave of shyness made you nibble on your bottom lip in confusion, since it was you who had come up with this idea in the first place.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumbled under your breath, pretending to be dumb. maybe a bit too dumb.
“not wearin’ any panties today, eh? dirty fucking girl.” he scoffed playfully and leaned forward, his large rough hands gripping onto the soft plush of your thighs a bit tight, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.
“wanted to get your attention…”
“you always have my attention.” he mumbled more gently this time, his gruff voice causing your stomach to be flooded with butterflies while his lips pressed soft pecks on your cheek, earning bubbly giggles from you.
his callused fingers pushed your loose shorts to the side with ease, not bothering to take them off while having enough room to look at your cunt, raising his brows at the slick that was coating you.
“what got you so riled up?”
“you…” your hips twitched instinctively once you felt his fingertips grazing up and down your cunt, gathering up all the wetness before messily smearing it on your puffy folds and clit.
you could feel it getting sticky in between your legs, cheeks and ears all heated up while your chest gently rose and fell.
“you’re such a dirty little thing. s’only fair for me to make you messier, right?” he asked, earning an embarrassingly quick nod from you.
simon was quick to push you on your back, his hands gripping your legs and pushing them apart, your body shuddering once you felt the cool air caressing your sweet pussy, one hand of his reaching to tug down his sweatpants alongside his briefs, his girthy cock springing free from the clothes, already hardening up.
“look at what you do to me. flauntin’ your pussy ‘round like that. just a needy little thing.” he huffed, his breathy voice doing nothing to hide the desperation laced in his actions.
“si… i—” your words were cut short by the swollen tip of his cock rubbing against the clit gently, as if giving it pretty kisses, the soft fabric of your pushed aside shorts gently rubbing against his length, eliciting a soft moan from your lips while your hips bucked forward, seeking more friction.
“hush. gonna give you what you were looking for so badly.” a sweet grin twitched on his lips, his cock slowly pushing into your tight cunt, your walls instantly clinging onto his length and sucking him in, causing a grunt to leave his lips.
“fuck— patience, love.” his hands gently eased your legs up his shoulders, pulling you into him before he delivered a light, gentle slap on your twitchy hard clit, earning a whine from you.
“si!” your eyes started getting glossy with pleasure, feeling his cock tenderly rubbing against your spongy spots inside while he thrusted in and out of your cunt at a gentle pace, your legs trembling on his shoulders, trying not to get a cramp, your fingers clinging onto the fabric of his shirt tight.
“so pretty f’me…” he groaned in between his thrusts, his hands moving to lovingly caressing your thighs, kneading the plush, your mind fuzzy with pleasure while those familiar tight knots began forming in your stomach, indicating your impending orgasm.
the night resulted in your cunt messily dripping with his thick cum, your poor shorts being completely ruined, alongside the sheets. he better clean it all up.
humping against his boot while clinging to his thick thighs, head on his lap while you're panting and he caresses your hair so so gently, praising you quietly and spurring you on, you're doing so well for him:(
I had a really long train journey so thought I’d add to the list of cringe HEHE. I just love him 😩
Part 1 lives here <3
When you first started dating, you took him to a party. Everyone was vibing and you persuaded him to take a hit from a joint. He had a full on whitey and was violently ill. You felt so bad, just the smell of it now makes him go green.
He can’t tolerate anything spicy either, you gave him a spoonful of curry once and he asked you whether you enjoyed torturing him. Coughing and spluttering. It wasn’t even that hot.
He loves walking, he’ll go for miles. König insists on wearing full hiking gear even to go down the road. There’s nothing quite like seeing a giant Austrian, in waterproof trousers, striding around the local park. “No such thing as bad weather Maus, just the wrong gear.”
He saves all the nudes you send him in little folders on his phone, gives them titles so he can find them easily. You pray he never lets anyone borrow his mobile, because the temptation to click on a folder labelled ‘Liebling wet just for me’, would overwhelm the strongest person.
Sometimes he just says the weirdest fucking shit - asking whether you’d still love him if he was a worm. You thought he might cry when you wrinkled your nose. So you had to tell him of course you would. You’d put him in a terrarium and feed him bits of apple pie.
König adores having his balls played with while you give him head. The rougher the better. Squeeze those bad boys. Although you did almost dislocate your jaw, trying to get them in your mouth once. Your dentist knew what was up when you had to book an emergency appointment.
He got glasses to watch TV, but they keep falling down his nose, especially when he gets all excited about his history documentaries. Makes you feel like you’re watching your Dad on the sofa.
Speaking of TV, you never agree on the best shows. König will argue vehemently that you should both view the latest program about whales. You just want to watch MAFS with no interruptions. (He gets invested in it eventually then gossips with you about who’s doing who.)
You both almost got caught having sex in an alleyway on the way home one night. In your defence, he’d been flirting with you in his odd way all evening. The vision of König trying desperately to do up his trousers, while running, will live with you forever.
König is the biggest music snob you’ve ever had the misfortune to meet. Then you overheard him listening to your mindless pop through his headphones while making dinner. You’ve never let him live it down and he goes bright red every time you bring it up. It just reminds him of you and that makes him happy.
He insisted that you travelled with him to Austria to meet up with his old schoolmates. You very quickly realised how unpopular he was as a teenager. Someone made a snide remark, something along the lines of you being too pretty for him. Before he could reply, you told them to go fuck themselves in broken German, then you absolutely snogged his face off. König told his Oma later it was the highlight of the evening.
König regularly asks you to marry him, especially when he’s rutting into you or about to cum. You never take it seriously. But he’s bought a fuck off diamond and he’s keeping it for the perfect moment. Maybe he’ll do it when you're both watching trash reality TV in your PJs.
pillow princess!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” pillow princess!reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. pillow princess!reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙
kidnapped!reader come crawling back to kidnapper!könig after she was somehow released because she doesn't have anyone else beside that cruel man who loves her so so much
imagine being able to escape the guy who held you in his basement for three months only to find out that literally, no one notices your disappearance...yeah, that can fuck anyone up. You just...you couldn't fucking believe it - you thought all of those people were your friends, you thought they truly cared about you, at least enough to file out a police report. You literally went to your old apartment and it's rented to some other people. You tried to contact your parents, and then you remember that you weren't talking to each other for at least half a year, even before the whole kidnapping thing.
It's shameful, but when you're forced to sit at the police station while literally, everyone ignores your attempts to file a report - you can't put anything, you're not injured, you're wearing nice clothes, you literally look like you just rolled out from a bed and gone with your day. Kidnapping victims don't look like that, and this is what the eyes of the officer listening to you say.
Maybe, this is why when Konig pulls up to whatever park bench you holed yourself into, you don't even try to resist. There is disappointment in his eyes, and you are almost too embarrassed to look at him. You just...you feel weird. You should be scared, you should attack him and call for help.
You ask him if he could stop by some drive-through and get you some food. He does.
Konig asks if the escape was worth it, and you mask your sobs with the sound of munching on your fries. He reaches down to pat your hair and says that if you ever pull something like this again, he will break your legs. You nod, kinda agreeing with him - you'd break your own legs at this rate.
He fucks you like an animal the next minute you're back in the house - only barely prepping you before punishing your poor, abused cunt with his cock. It's a miracle you are not damaged down there, as he drags you in his hands and never lets you leave the bed for the rest of the night. He hugs you and kisses your forehead when you say that no one even cared that you disappeared. At least now you know who really is on your side. It's him. Always been him.
könig’s texts are probably so dry... like literal caveman speak. you send him pictures of random things that happen during your day while he’s deployed just to keep him updated and get no more than 5 words in response. and sometimes it has nothing to do with the point of the picture. sending him a cute cat you see on a walk and he’s like “That location looks unfamiliar.” or showing him your new shirt and being met with “Take it off.” not to mention the way his adhd will have him leaving your texts on read for hours before he actually replies because he types a response and forgets to send it.
he’s so annoying.. at some point you start to think he doesn’t appreciate the mini day in the lifes you send him and as hard as it is, you try to go a full day without doing it… just for him to call you panicking before evening hits thinking you’re dead, urging you never to do that again. you tell him he needs to step his texting game up then… (he won’t)
cw: large age gap (20s-50s), corruption, superiority and authority kink.
older boyfriend!könig can be so horrible. since he's older, wiser, and much stronger with more experience under his belt, he believes he should have control and authority over your pleasure. any sex toys? thrown away, or hidden out of reach. call him ‘old-fashioned’, but he believes a man should always be in charge of your pleasure.
he especially enjoys corrupting you. during your first time together, he found himself achingly hard as he showed you how a real man would pleasure his girlfriend, not some silly college frat.
your cunt latching and clenching around his fat girth, your tits perky and nipples hardened with arousal. he fucked you ‘til he was aching and tired, watching his greedy girl bounce on his cock excitedly, becoming addicted to the experience könig had and how well he fucked you.
“aren’t you a sweetheart...” könig grunted lowly, his large hand thrown over his eyes as he dragged your hips back and forth lazily, letting you bounce on him as his back was getting sore and stiff. “scheiße, du bist so ein dummes mädchen, kleine maus. du bist so unerfahren…”
older boyfriend!könig who throat trains you. since you're so inexperienced and new to this stuff, könig took matters into his own hands. one large, calloused and scarred hand cupping the back of your head, pushing you down onto his leaking, drooling shaft, listening and degrading you for gagging so loudly.
“weak, my little bunny...” you whimper, cries muffled, your struggle evident as you push at his hips desperately through weeps and pain, tears running down your cheeks. you take his length so, so deep, that when könig wraps his hand around your throat, he can feel himself bulging out. he throws his head back with his breathing hot and exhausted, addicted to feel the feeling of your struggle and nervousness.
just relax, tilt your head back, and let the older gentleman ruin train your throat.
can I have more of konig x reader x ghost pleeeeease ? 🥺🙏🏻
simon x afab!f!reader x könig
simon and könig fighting over your orgasms is an average occurrence, but it never ceases to amaze you just how possessive they still are over you, even after begrudgingly agreeing to share you. sometimes the constant stimulation from the both of them gets to be too much, all of your orgasms blending together into incessant tides of pleasure until you’re just a twitching, whining mess with nothing in your brain but thick cotton, but they’re still keeping track.
you’re splayed across könig’s broad chest, his calloused hands tweaking your hard nipples while his mouth busies itself with the expanse of your pretty neck. your lower half is being pounded mercilessly by simon’s thick cock, your tight walls constricting around every vein, small pleased noises being punched out of your throat. they both reach their hand down to your clit at the same time, though simon manages to beat him to it, rubbing at your sensitive bud until you’re convulsing, clenching tightly around him as he fucks you through your third orgasm of the night.
“that was mine, you dick.”
“was it?” the shit-eating grin under simon’s mask turns proud when he looks down at you, the way you’re writhing on his cock like you can’t help yourself. “didn’t mean to, you see how easy this cute pussy creams for me.”
it’s just a pissing contest at that point, fighting over who’s the better lover, territorial over something as valuable to them as your pleasure. you wouldn’t be surprise if they have board full of tally marks somewhere. and when it’s könig’s turn to be inside of you, he’s brushing your hair out of your face sweetly. “you in there, maus?” he asks you, voice honey in your ears. “gonna show ghost just how creamy she can get?”
nerd!könig is addicted to the gummy, tight sensation of your walls clamping down around his achingly hard, lengthy dick. his sturdy and muscular chest rises and falls rapidly as he attempts to catch his breath, his breathing laboured as you bounce up and down repetitively, mixing your sweet, slick juices and his creamy, hot arousal.
you giggle softly as he grunts hoarsely, his breathless and desperate reaction causing your tight cunt to throb and pulse, coating his veiny shaft in a glimmer of your juices. his eyes are half-lidded and full of delirium and pleasure, rolling to the back of his head the deeper he goes, his milky tip prodding against your womb when he jerks and roll his broad hips skywards into you. könig's large, calloused hands grasp at your soft hips, his fingertips leaving indents along your body, bound to bruise eventually. he heaves, huffing and puffing at the sweet scent on your nape, the perfume he breathes in every single day.
you remove his glasses as they sit crookedly on his face, your hands nestled in his wavy, long, ginger locks as you grind yourself down against him. the thickness and girth of his sloppy cock causes needy whimpers to flow from your soft lips, muffled and hushed by his lips pressed against yours, your tongues intertwined, and your eyes shut tightly as you feel your core tighten and your pussy drool.
könig looks around dizzily, his wet tip oozing out milky, potent arousal into your sopping wet cunny, his head thrown back, and his body twitching and jerking with his orgasm, breathing heavily as he gazes up at you dizzily, his jaw slack and allowing german curses and guttural growls to emit from deep in his chest, with his scarred hand caressing your face tenderly, leaving greedy kisses all over your face, desperate for your attention and affection.
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