könig squishing your cheeks as you’re sobbing “it hurts, könig! s’too much!” him shushing you as he sinks into you inch by inch, just enough of his 260lbs + weight to keep you pinned “shh, shh liebling, it will feel good soon, i promise, just take it for me, ya?”
or better yet, könig getting off on the fact that he’s hurting you, pushing your head back down in the mattress and groaning “oh fuck, liebling, so tight. does it hurt, hm?” and right when you sob out a “yes, yes it hurts!” he makes sure you feel every single inch stretch you out “good, keep crying. it’s making me harder”
johnny adores a handjob, like most men do. he's absolutely obsessed with the feeling of your soft fingers against his shaft, especially in comparison to the rough and calloused texture of his own large and scarred hand. watching your hand glide up and down his lengthy, veiny cock drives him utterly crazy, fisting his shaft while his body jerks and twitches.
making out with johnny while jerking him off is a must, otherwise his deep groans and pleasured moans would gradually be getting increasingly louder with each drag you make. and when your thumb rubs at the head of his cock, teasing his sensitive, weeping tip, he's moaning into your mouth, biting your bottom lip and clashing teeth. he jerks and drives his broad, thick and muscular hips skywards into your palm, while you giggle, kissing down his neck and along his collarbone.
“god, pretty bonnie-- how d‘ye expect me tae’ last when yer’re teasin’ me like this...?”
you're such an obedient dog; following all orders so well and pleasuring your owner eagerly. you're his perfect dog, gazing down at you with lustful eyes, drooling all over yourself because you want something stuffed deep down your throat, desperate for something thick stuffed into your slick mouth, to have your soft lips wrapped around something.
perhaps it's an oral fixation – i mean, you're constantly chewing at your dog toys and his gloved hand, it wouldn't surprise johnny if you had an oral fixation. in fact, johnny takes advantage of it, instead. he'll push his fingers down your puppy mouth, watching you drool and suck at his thick, gloved fingers, panting and heaving while he pumps them down your throat, preparing you to take something longer and thicker than his fingers.
johnny keeps a firm grip on your collar, holding it tightly while he eases his fat, hard cock down your tight throat. naive, you didn't think about how your throat would be aching, strained and painful. poor puppy, just keep sucking owner johnny's cock gently and don't think about a thing, drooling all around him while he plays with your doggy ears, your eyes obediently and eagerly looking up into his, excited and ready to take him even deeper. :(
könig doesn't even act as if he cares about your pleasure as he views you as a sex toy, made for his pleasure. he doesn't put any effort into your pleasure, aside from lazily pumping your cunt full with two, calloused hand fingers, your hand gripping his wrist and your eyes rolled backwards. you're too far gone, lovesick and delusional, that you don't care about him being so selfish! he's just tired. he'll let you bounce on his hard dick, because he's got a sore back and is tired.
he'll even allow you to ride him while he's asleep. you're so playful, too energetic. like a puppy, you're restless. and all you wanna do is pull down his boxers and sit on his lengthy, meaty cock. slowly easing down with your hands sprawled out across his hairy chest. he'll wake up eventually from your loud, needy sounds, two hands on your hips as he degrades you and shames you for being impatient, attempting to fall back asleep while you get off.
you're so smart, a young thing like you is supposed to be in college, but instead sucking off old 50 year old könig because he's drunk, angry and horny. :(
könig would still force you to choke out how much you love, adore and desire him while he's choking you, thrusting and rutting his broad, strong hips into your aching ass, your slicken and drooling pussy throbbing around his veiny cock. :(
and his face would contort into a sick and twisted form of pleasure, sliver eyes gazing down at you, his heavy eyelids full of lust, staring at your tearstained cheeks before dragging his scarred knuckles across your raw face, slapping you harshly and brutally for not being loud enough.
tell him how you're addicted to the pain he inflicts upon you, how you're worthless without him. all it does is feed into his god complex, that he deserves to be worshipped, to see you pleading for mercy.
it's hard to get any louder than what you already are when he's knocking the wind from your lungs, slamming into your gripping, tight hole while you shake and tremble with your eyes rolled back, hands grasping and scratching at his forearm as he pins your head down against the mattress, pounding into your puffy folds for hours and abusing the power dynamic between you two – how he's in control, controlling your each and every thought, and how you're just a weak, little bunny sobbing for forgiveness. :(
from the moment you started working for him, könig had an eye on you. he’d honestly hired you for how pretty and pouty your face was. you were his personal assistant.
it started with a few gentle touches on your back and your shoulders. it quickly escalated to compliments and him telling you how beautiful you were, how a woman like you should be pampered at home, not wasting away her youth at work.
as soon as you messed up, he called you into his office and had you bent over his desk, your skirt pulled up to expose your delicate panties. könig would place firm spanks on your ass, forcing you to count them out for him. he’d start with fifteen, each mistake would add extra spankings.
he started growing more possessive over you. he’d keep you in his office as much as he could and would punish you for something as small as chatting with your coworkers.
soon, once a day, you’d be in his office under his desk. he’d make you plant kisses on his thick shaft. he adored your humiliated look as he’d fuck your face, watching you struggle to take all of his cock. if he felt particularly cruel, he’d have you lick and massage his balls. könig always came on your face, mocking you for your slutty little face.
now, he’d slap your ass whenever you walked by, as if taunting what he’d done to you.
one day, when he was particularly pissed at you, he’d drag you into his office and shove you onto his and unbuckled his belt. he roughly spread your legs and pounded into your tight cunt. he’d make fun of what a stupid whore you were as you were moaning on his massive cock. it stretched you to your limit, causing your thighs to shake.
könig would carelessly cum inside you, using your poor cunt to take his massive load. you were walking funny when he sent you back to work. such a shame all your coworkers heard your dirty, loud moans :(
you were just lucky to have a job what the mindset that kept you to stay. könig was cruel, yet it wasn’t like he was unbearable. you could take another work day, you swore you could.
König who in fact realizes just how massive his cock is... not only is it a solid ten inches when semi-hard, but it hangs heavy against his thigh, slightly curved with a massive vein running along the underside, with a fat purple head aching for purchase in your tight little cunt.
Your sweet, dripping cunt which was currently spread before him as you lay back on the bed, writhing and whining for him to just stick it in already and as much as he pleaded with you that he needed to take it slow, prep you, make sure you wouldn't tear taking his massive length, you just glared up at him, glossy, teary eyes as you just huffed and whined about how you were ready and could take it... alright.
It wasn't but a minute later he had you screaming into a pillow you grabbed to bite down onto as he fucked his fat girth into your tight cunt, savoring the way your slick walls stretched to accommodate him as his hips began to grid down into yours, his pubic hair tickling your clit as he pressed as deep into you as he could go, drawing out a high keen from your lips as he fucked you without pulling out, jostling your body as his quick, rapid, shallow thrusts shook you and pressed into your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"F-Fuck, König s'too much, p-please!" You'd whine, but make no move to stop him.
"Awe, liebling, what happened to my big girl who could just take me?" His last words were punctuated by two rough thrusts that had you crying out as you punched his chest playfully, his movements having knocked the wind from your lungs.
You were the first girl who wasn't fearful, who pleaded with him eagerly to take you, and now that his hips slotted against yours, he'd fucking take you all right.
Short reader who's already shorter than everyone meets König and sees his height as an insult/threat to them just by existing
Konig is a threat to all short people. Not even speaking about his teasing - this man is insecure and will let it out by constantly bullying you for being so tiny and cute and helpless(he is definitely not projecting his desires on you, oh no). He will make himself even bigger than usual - if you make a mistake by showing him how scared you are, how intimidated by him, he won't hesitate to use your fear to his advantage. If you work with him - under him - you can expect your life to be a living hell. A mix of condescension and bullying, you thought you liked the life of a mercenary before you met him - before your new commander just found out how you could barely even reach his chest.
He doesn't want to act like this, he swears - but you look so cute when you're scared and angry, when you try to pin him under your body, when you refuse to acknowledge reality - he is here to get off your being so much smaller than him, and yet you try to seem bigger, more important. It's hilarious, just how dumb you are, little kitten. Konig is laughing when you ask him to stop acting like you're nothing but his doll, when you beg him to be serious - he wants to see you broken, wants to hear you meowls and pleas, wants for you to admit that yes, you are intimidated by him. You view him as a threat, and there is nothing you can do to crush him.
You meowl so cutely when he pounds into you - you just look adorable when you beg him to stop, when your tummy is crushed with an outline of his cock entering your body. It feels bruising, violating - and it feels insanely good because this is the biggest dick you ever had, and the mix of fear made your arousal only bigger. God, if only you could beg him to stop properly...
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.
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simon who's been in the military so long that sometimes he can't function without someone giving him instruction.
simon who will come to you at all hours of the day, just staring at you in hopes you give him a task to do.
"Simon can you grab-" he's already getting up
"Simon can you cook that chicken in the f-" he's already putting on an apron
"Simon can-" yes. he will. he can and he must. its compulsory at this point.
doesn't need or ask for praise when he completes the task at hand, but will be over the MOON if you do. even a simple "thanks, Si," gets him wagging his tail.
Thoughts on doe!reader dealing with stags!141&könig?
Like them prancing around trying to get the reader interested. Some of them probably sparing to show off their strength. They’re just doing the best to impress you ! My thoughts are clouded by big men with antlers doing the most to impress 🦌
LOVE THISS!!
i love writing hybrids tbh
they’re all so competitive for you!! soap and gaz especially, they love one upping eachother—soap and gaz are so cocky, constantly bashing antlers in a quick rut infront of you just to show off their strength, gaz loves to hear congrats or praises fall from your lips when he wins; how could he not? it’s so addictive! will sometimes get hurt on purpose just to feel your hands patting his soft cheek :((
johnny is definitely the cockiest out of the crew, always sparring with ghost in an attempt to make himself seem much larger and dominant than he naturally is, constantly making witty jokes or wrapping his arm around you, bragging about how he would be the most successful service! will never win against ghost though, he knows his limits; will never refuse a fight though!
simon and sparring are two different things altogether, he will fight like it’s his last day on earth—constantly ruffling with soap and now and again price, who eventually submits and goes for a rest, this man loves to just fight infront of you— rutting his antlers against soaps with no effort, afterwards simon would forsure get you to clean his injuries, his poor bleeding nose, with green and black bruises covering his thighs and chest, he already knows your his, so why are you still fluttering your pretty doe eyes and batting your thick lashes, helping him fix his injured arm into a sling instead of letting him mount u :(
price loves himself, his horns are like no others—matured and experienced,he loves to show you his antlers, letting your hands run over the velvety horn, watching your eyes fixate in awe at the way they curled and bent uniquely, thick lips parted as he ruffled his hands through your hair, confidence bubbling inside the older man as you cooed praises and compliments , holding himself with pride
könig is the calmest, most reserved and poise— yet he will never shy away from another buck, he’s big like simon—well built and pure muscle, he will rarely rut infront of you out of fear of accidentally pushing into you, but he loves to show off his scars and recent marks, covered in a long scar trailing across his cheek—long hair dangled by his shoulders, he’s just a big natural man!
you just need to watch out, they can’t control themselves when it’s rutting season, and neither can you <3
sugar-daddy!könig loves to buy his pretty, stupid girlfriend some new toys, and especially a few expensive and seductive pairs of lingerie and jewellery.
you're such a perfect fit for him. you're always so confident when riding him; taking whatever you can possibly manage considering his size. you put trust into him, allowed him to tie you up with pretty ribbons, because his pretty girl deserves the best of the best.
he will throat fuck you slowly but surely, stuff your mouth with his musky, meaty cock while you gag and huff at the strong, masculine scent coming from his thick and heavy balls. lips wrapped softly around his girth, and your thighs shaking with pleasure as he neglects your orgasm.
könig spurts all his load onto your tongue, making sure he's able to see every pearly white drop land while he slides and rubs the head of his girthy length against your warm, wet tongue.
NSFW! mdni +18, cw: toxic!König, jealous!König, pussy slapping, König punishing the reader and he isn’t gentle… possessive behavior, manipulating?
word count: 1.8k
summary: König wants you all for himself so he made sure you only want him.
art cr: temir03_bek
The coffee shop had perfect coffee and a wonderful view. Your friends surrounded you and some of them were close. So close that he had to clench his fist to not break that arm around your shoulder. He didn’t like when someone else touched his belongings. The urge to lock you in and hide from the whole word was wandering in his mind. He warned you. He warned you so many times before. He didn't like your stupid friends. Why would you need them anyway? You had him and he was enough. How could you be so carefree, letting them touch you while knowing it drove him insane? Why couldn't you understand that you're his and his only? Was that how you welcomed him after his long mission: Ignoring him and chatting with your friends instead? It was supposed to be just the two of you, not your stupid friends constantly stealing your attention from him. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath to soothe his violent thoughts about the arm around your shoulder. Once he was feeling calmer, he approached you. When your eyes met his you knew something was wrong. You shrugged off the arm around your shoulder as you swallowed thickly. He leaned in and whispered to your ear. “I’m tired.” a wave of relief washed over you when he talked you with a sweet tone, you still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Despite the feeling, you smiled and waved goodbye to your friends.
The moment you walked through the front door, he immediately locked up and hid the keys. Your brows furrowed in confusion and anxiety as you watched him closely. "König, what are you doing?" you asked, nervous as your gaze locked onto him. "I don't like them." When he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his huge arms and veins made your heart skip a beat. "Who are you talking about?" you mumbled, feeling even more nervous as you grasped at the sides of your shirt. His gaze lowered to your hands and then back up to your eyes. He sensed your anxiety and was annoyed that you were standing away from him. If you ask him the best way to calm down was letting him take the control of everything. “You know who.” his tone was calm but cold and distant. It made you even more nervous. You felt like you did something wrong. You felt guilty but you didn’t stepped back. “Care to explain why you don’t like them?” you crossed your arms, imitating him. One of his brows raised and he looked you up and down. The sudden attitude taking him by surprise. “Because…” he sighed and sat on the couch. “They stole your attention from me. I want you all for myself.” he said casually. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, making you straddle him as your legs wrapped around his waist. You tried to get up but it was useless against his strength. "I can't just ditch them and focus on you." you said, rolling your eyes. His attempt to stay calm and patient was failing miserably as you got on his nerves. "Mine." he growled into your ear, squeezing your thighs tightly, his frustrations growing. “Let go of me.” you scowled when he grabbed your thighs harder. “Du gehst nirgendwohin.” (You’re not going anywhere.) he growled. He was risking everything to just to be with you. And yet you’re here arguing with him like the brat you were. You continued to squirm, testing his limits. He took a sharp breath with irritation. A hard slap landed on your face, making your ear ring. It was the last thing you’d expect. His large, calloused hand caused too much pain that your lips quivered and eyes filled with tears. when you surrender König kissed your cheek softly. “Do you understand now, Maus? I don’t want you to be close with them. You’re only mine.” he whispered. You nodded. He leaned in and kissed the mark he left on your cheek. “Du bist mein.” He mumbled rapidly and kissed it once, twice, three more times, as if to apologize for hurting you. “Such a good girl.” he purred in delight when you submit him. His hands caressed your back as he kissed wherever he could reach on your face and neck. Showering you with kisses before he ruin you.
You wanted to run away but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He was your everything. The thought of living without him made your heart ache. Even if he hit you, you knew he loved you and cared about you deeply. He just wanted to keep you safe, right? You hesitated to understand his morals after what happened today. Your body trembled ever so slightly and he noticed it. He noticed everything about you. Any subtle movement would catch his eye. He adjusted your position on his lap. Now you were leaning back against his chest and your legs were draped over his. "Are you afraid of me, Maus?" He whispered into your ear. "I'm not." you murmur with a pathetic attempt to sound tough, but your voice is almost above a whisper. “You should be." he responded, wrapping his big arms around your waist and pressing your back against his chest tight. Your breath hitched. You felt so small as his body covered yours, like a warm blanket. The sting of his slap still lingered on your cheek even after all those kisses. He doesn't regret it. In fact, both of you know you deserved it. You should’ve known better than making him jealous.
He kept holding you in his arms with iron grip, as if he was afraid that you'd leave. He was indeed afraid of someone stealing you from him. “Do you love me, Maus?” his whispered. Your body tensed when his hand slide down your body. His face was buried into your neck, his lips pressed to your pulse. You knew where this was going. König had a strange way to punish you, very strange. But tonight was different. His hands weren't gentle as they were before. It took you long to respond. He didn’t liked it. The room was quiet but your heart was beating loudly in your ear. “I love you.” you finally breathed out. His grip loosened ever so slightly. He smiled against your neck. “Ich liebe dich auch, Maus.” he whispered and kissed your pulse. He always loved the feeling of your pulse under his lips. You trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him even when you knew he could break a man’s spine without effort. It gave him a feeling of control over you.
Eventually his hands arrived at destination. Your back arched against his chest but he pulled you still with one of his arms around your waist. “But i still need to teach you a lesson, Maus.” He tugged your pants down revealing your cute little cunt and panties. His middle and index finger rubbed at your clit through the thin fabric of your panties making you squeeze your thighs together. “Nein, Maus. Open them wide f’me.” he whispered in a threatening tone. You did as he said. Who you were to deny him? He kissed your pulse again. The room was now filled with your little whimpers. His eyes never leaving your pretty cunt to watch how wet it got when he played with you. “Always so sensitive.” he purred. How do you think he would let anyone touch you when you were this responsive? What if they -even accidentally- made you feel like he did? The thought of another man or woman touching you made him see red. He ripped your panties and shoved his fingers into your tight hole. Like he was in a hurry to prove you he was the best. His fingers curled inside your walls and hit all the spots he knew by heart. Your back arched and hands grabbed his forearm but he bit your shoulder making you let go immediately. “Braves Mädchen, let König take care of your needy cunt.” he mumbled as he fingered your dripping hole in a brutal pace and rubbed your clit with his thumb. The pleasure was too much to bare. You tipped your head back on his shoulder. His gaze turned to your face and he watched how your face twisted in please. “So suß.” he cooed and kissed your chin. “Your friends are useless, Maus. They’re nothing compared to me.” he mumbled as he frantically fingered you. His lengthy and thick fingers easily making you squirm. “They’re not useless. I love them.” you managed to process his words and mumble an answer. Your walls clenched around his fingers signaling that you’re close. “Ja, really? More than me?” he stopped his fingers but still kept them inside you. You whined and tried to rock your hips but his arm around your waist pinned you to his chest. “Answer me, Maus.” he pumped his fingers into you once drawing a whiny moan. “N-no.” you whimpered and dug your fingers into his thighs. “Please don’t stop.” you pleaded as your hips moved by its own chasing that sweet release. He wouldn’t let you have it now. You have to squirm more and beg for it. “Benimm dich, Maus.” (Behave.)
his fingers slowly moved in and out as his arm kept you still. It was almost painful that how slow he was. “Promise me you will never see them again.” he mumbled with a dark voice. You shook your head in protest. You didn’t wanted to lose your friends just because he said so. A hard slap landed on your dripping cunt making you jolt with pain and taking you by surprise. A gasp escaped from you. His big hand covering your pussy when he hit you again. His palm now covered with your slick. “Use your words. Tell me you don’t love them, you don’t need them.” he growled and hit your clit. Your eyes went wide and hips twitched. But his strong arm kept you in place. Not leting you move away from the punishment. He hissed when he saw how red your puffy lips become with just a few slap. “Do you want me to bruise your little cunt?” he hissed then another hard slap landed on your cunt. You shook your head desperately. “I’m so sorry. I-i hate them.” You did your best to not cry but the teasing was too much. You felt like you could cum with just his big, calloused hands slapping your wet cunt. “König please.” you whimpered and buried your head into his neck. “I only love you. I promise.” you cried. He kissed your exposed neck and his fingers caressed your abused pussy. “Braves Mädchen.” he purred. It was enough for him. The way you begged and claimed you only loved him made his cock throb in his pants. He pushed his fingers into your tight hole and picked up the pace. “Let go Maus. I know you’re close.” he mumbled as he watched how you dripped from his fingers to couch. All the slapping and teasing made you weak. So you cum, hard. You didn’t knew if it was because the way he kissed your neck or his skilled fingers.
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