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Hello, call me Ghost. she/her. I have no clue what I'm doing here but feel free to come and chat 🤍

I float from fandom to fandom but right now I'm very König focused. Occasional One Piece content (Eustass Kid my beloved). Sometimes I write.

Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader V

A/N: did you miss me gang? AO3 if you prefer it.

They are idiots. That's it, thats the plot

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

You tuck the inside of your cheek between your molars as the punch connects.

König’s attacks are brutal in a way you now find satisfaction in, there is a beauty and rhythm to them only a trained eye could notice and appreciate. Particularly in the moments after, as his hulking form stalks his fallen opponent like a predator would.

You are as smug as can be at that moment, as this fight is happening in unfamiliar turf, the crowd is not friendly to your fighter, but then again, the hostility seems to be the norm here. Your VIP box is guarded with bullet proof glass, thankfully not blocking your view of König delivering a rib crushing kick to the poor man's side.

“Quite the powerhouse eh?” Says a man to your right, you don’t really bother to learn his name. One of the newer investors in your little circle of criminals, too smug for how inexperienced he is.

“I hear he’s been in your care for a while now, must be a terrible handful. How much do you spend on his food alone?” He muses, crossing his legs as he leans in closer to you, as if you have to consider what portions of food you ration out for your most valuable asset. The man smirks at his little joke, utterly unaware of the fact that you would feed HIM to König if he so much as hinted towards it.

“I personally would never think of allowing my daughter to take care of such filthy business, can’t imagine your father is happy about you showing up in such grimey places. God rest his soul.” he says, you give no response, willing every muscle in your face to remain neutral at the mention of your late father. His passing seems to be a bruise that is somehow still tender, you knew he trusted your business acumen, but the strange relationship you have formed with König would have certainly caused a scene had he been around to notice it.

Your father had a vision for you when he was alive, the successful heiress who snags another business man to keep the family business growing, balancing the responsibility of being a wife and CEO with the grace he has fostered in you since birth.

You used to share in that little fantasy, the image of you seated next to a cleanly shaven man in a fine tailored Italian suit as a young child clings to your dress had always brought some color to your cheek, yet now it feels too…Polished.

The guilt you feel over this newly found investment in König weighs heavily on your shoulders. The emotions brewing in your chest are too complex to untangle in a dingy old prison. So you choose to push them deeper down and focus on your fighter deliver a jaw clenching undercut.

The man adjusts himself in his seat, leaning in until you could smell his cologne, an expensive brand you recognize but is overwhelming in its presence. You grit your teeth as he places a hand over your thigh, his hand, far too smooth, rubbing circles on your thigh, making your brow twitch.

“Why don’t you let me take him off your hand, hmm? Give you more time to focus on more… pleasant ventures. What’s the price?” He flashes you a smile, one that might have been charming had his teeth not been a nauseating shade of white.

You bite your tongue, fighting back the urge to slap him. Despite the fact that you have not put a single foot wrong, people- no, men always had a condescending comment to make, as if the pretence of chivalry would sway your judgement. Pleasant ventures? What does that even mean?

You place a hand over his and lean in to whisper in his ear, slowly peeling it off your thigh.

“I would practice subtlety if you want to make it far in this business, and maybe some restraint as well.” you pull back only slightly when a loud bang startles you and the nameless man, the glass partition was reverberating from the impact.

You look at the ring and see König, every muscle pulled taunt with anger. Breathing like an enraged bull, his appearance was made more menacing by the blood of his opponent dripping from his fist onto the ring.

The guards surround him, their arms outstretched as they try to sooth the raging animal. A quick glance and the ground beneath your box affirms that he had thrown the corner chair at the glass separating you from the rest of the attendees.

The crowd finally began to cheer for König, less because of his win and more for the chaos caused by throwing that chair and getting a reaction out of the wealthy wallets comfortably sitting at the top of the mountain. You notice that the man next to you was clutching his heaving chest and a smile tugs at your lip.

“Seems you still aren’t used to the grimy places.” you say with a smirk, one that turns into a giggle when you hear the sound of angry cursing coming from the ring. König was held back by three very burly men, staring up at you with fury in his eyes as he spat a barrage of what you assume to be threats to the well being of the man next to you, as well as labeling you with less than pleasant terms. You feel nostalgic as you recognize some of the phrases from when you pepper sprayed him once.

You raise a hand and daintily wave as they pull him away, thrashing and yelling at the VIP box. You twirl that image in your head, already savoring the satisfaction of seeing him sedated by a gentle touch and the sweet lilt of your voice.

Your dear bull will be a lamb at your feet when you're done.

Back in your room, you twirl in front of your mirror, the lush carmine flares as you spin. Knee length and soft to the touch, a perfect accessory for a disciplinary meeting with König. There is such a charm to him when he is jealous.

Giddiness seems to pull you forward, your spirits so high even your steps seem to be melodic as you walk towards the cell. The view is as expected, your champion sat on his bed, head slung low as he opened and closed his fists.

“You’ve done well in your match the other day, a very impressive victory, I hear he is still in recovery.” You say as he tilts his head towards you.

You unlock the cell door and step in front of him, he doesn't move a muscle. You place a hand over your hips and clear your throat. Your hooded fighter raises his head only enough for his piercing blue eyes to make contact with yours. You pull your brows dramatically, an effect aided by the drawn out sigh. “But of course you misbehave as you often do, what do I need to do to get you to be good…? Have I not given you enough attention…?” You reach a hand to place on his shoulder, hoping the gentle touch would bring out his sweeter side.

Large hands grasp both your arms and secure them to your side, his grip is painful and elicits a yelp out of you.

He takes a deep breath as he squeezes your arm. He raises off the bed, you finally notice the glint of anger in his eyes once he stands to his full height.

“You really forgot who I am, didn’t you, princess?” He said, rage simmering just below the surface of his words. He grabs your arm tightly and begins to lift you up. You suck in a hasty breath as you look down at the slowly withdrawing ground.

“I am not one of those soft spined arschlöcher you’ve had in your life, do you think I am just going to watch you whore yourself out like that and do nothing?” He growls deep in his throat, his grip tightening with every word.

“Nein, I’m not someone you could pull this shit off with, and if you had half a brain you would know that by now.” he spits, eyes narrowed in disdain.

A smarter, less reckless you would have tried to de-escalate, calm him down with a few honeyed words to sooth his wounded ego or give him something else to do.

The more dominant part of you detests being so disrespected by the likes of him. A man to whom your only obligation is to give him a roof over his head and a good meal, all the additional…perks, are a symbol of your generosity and giving nature. He has no right to be lecturing you like you’re his abused little girlfriend, you are his boss, you call the shots, you control this relationship whether his ego can handle it or not.

You stare him down, his harsh glare slowly fades the more he looks at you, the soft spot you hold over him taking full effect. Perfect.

You let saliva pool on your tongue, hesitating for barely a second before you spit directly at his face, landing it on his left eye. His head turns to the side as he grunts. His frame never moves, his grip on you is now painful.

The grin you wore now wavered, you expected snarls, loud cursing, at least for him to drop you so you could scramble away behind the safety of the bars. Instead he just keeps you hovering in the air while he stands there, stiff as iron and just as unyielding.

Suddenly, he maneuvered you into a horizontal position as he sat back on his bed, your abdomen pressed to his thighs as he grips both your wrists in one large hand. His other hand groping your ass through your dress.

You freeze, the realization of what’s about to happen making you squirm in his lap.

“Fucking. Brat.” He growls, Your wrists gripped tightly in his hands, spreading more bruises across your body. “So fucking spoiled, you cannot even behave for a few seconds, ja? Got everything you ever needed by stomping around and making a mess for daddy to clean up.”

His wide palm caresses your ass, kneading it greedily. His blunt cut nails digging into your skin. You try to squirm away weakly, cursing at him to let you go.

He grunts and shifts his weight, reaching under his pillow. A flash of red catches your eye and you gasp, he takes the opportunity to shove the offending fabric into your mouth. You gag, the panties you left him grazing the back of your throat.

“Do not spit that out.” König commands. You should push back, squirm and make a scene, something. But his tone terrifies you, it’s never been this rough and forward before. You realize how easily he could harm you permanently at this moment. Flashes of his fights cross your mind as your heart constricts in your chest, you have to take it, you have to let him have this or else you may need to be carried out of here.

He squeezes your ass, nails digging into the fat with an appreciative groan.

“So fucking soft… No one’s ever put you in your place, ja Princess?”

He lifts his hand from your ass for a second before bringing it down with a loud smack, your cry is muffled by the panties in your mouth. You shake your head, not wanting to accept what's about to happen to you.

“No ones ever told you no.”

Smack!

“Told you to watch what you say.”

Smack!

“Taught you that stupid girls get punished for acting out.”

Smack!

You screw your eyes shut, the throbbing pain on your behind bringing a few tears to cling to your lashes. He allows you a few seconds of reprieve, large hand rubbing over your ass doing very little to soothe your pain. He runs his hand down your thigh and under the hem of the dress, lifting it slowly. He hums, beyond pleased at how obedient you’ve become as he reveals more of your skin, admiring his handiwork.

“You can be good though, can’t you, pretty girl?” he purrs, gently rubbing your sore behind, hand dangerously close to your core. This is humiliating, demeaning, shameful, it hurts you physically and mentally.

You have never been more turned on in your life.

Every time he swipes his bear paw of a hand over your body, talks down at you, hurts you, you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, the intimacy of your position and his manhandling brings a steady throb to your nethers.

“Apologize to me, be a good girl and say sorry.”

You grit your teeth, you really should say it, self preservation should be your priority. But you would never have been in this situation if it was. And a part of you wants to see how far you can push it.

“Fuck you.” You say, spitting out the underwear in your mouth.

He sighs, hooking his thumb under the band of your underwear pulling it down. He drags a finger over your now exposed labia, snickering at how wet you were.

“You’d want that, wouldn’t you?” he sneers before smacking your ass hard enough to push you forward, making you yelp in pain.

“You’ve wanted me to fuck your pretty pussy from the start haven’t you?” he runs his middle finger through your folds, sinking his thick digits into you with humiliating ease as you keen and whine on his lap. Pleasure ripples through you as he sets a steady pace with just his finger, curling it just right and making you squirm.

Just when you were getting lost in the moment, he pulls it out of you and you whine in response, barely holding back from swaying your hips as if you were in heat. You press your thighs together when you hear the vulgar sound of him sucking his finger, groaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck, you were made for this, is that why you whore yourself out like that?” he growels, possessively pinching your thigh. He gives your bare ass a couple more smacks before speaking again;

“Always a fucking tease, that’s why you come to me, isn’t it? You want a real man to ruin you.” He sinks two fingers into you, as though to emphasize ownership over you. The stretch is delicious and you bite your lip to avoid moaning. König didn’t need to hear your voice though, the slick gushing from your cunt more than enough to convince him to add another digit, rubbing and scissoring them inside you. Your body betrays you, as does your mind, because all you can do in that moment is push your body back and fuck yourself against his fingers. He groans, the length pressed against your abdomen twitching as you grind, chasing the stimulation he was providing you.

It's only when his other hand grabs at your ass that you realize he isn't holding your wrists anymore, content to squeeze and pinch at the fat of your asscheeks. Yet you can’t even will yourself to push him away, still swaying between pleasure and pain. He uses your body like he’s proving a point, that he owns you, that you are property and nothing more.

It was addictive, the lack of choice in how you’re handled. You have no reason to think of anything but the sweet throbbing pain and the adrenaline rushing through your veins. He slaps your ass, palm grazing your cunt and you give a loud, desperate moan. He pauses, breathing heavy as he spanks you again, this time aiming for your soft spot, drawing out more high pitched moans out of you.

He gives you a reprieve for a second, sucking on his finger with a groan that goes straight to your pussy. You want nothing more than to bring your hand between your thighs and give your clit the much needed attention it fucking deserves, you want to cum so bad that your squirming on Königs lap. A cruel, breathy laugh tells you he’s noticed your desperate state.

“Poor baby… you wanna cum don’t you?” he teases, you kick your feet at that, distraught and annoyed by how non-chalant he was to your plight. He huffs out another laugh, manoeuvring you once more to lay on the bed now, back pressed firmly against the mattress. He spreads your legs to very little resistance, and you arch your hips up with a keening whine.

He tucks a thumb into his waistband and pulls it down, freeing his leaking member and pressing it against your cunt. You both moan at the contact, hips moving in unison as you both chase that high. His swollen head rubs torturously against your clit, the ridges and veins against your cunt melts your brain.

He shudders above you, leaning in so close you suck in a sudden breath, thinking he was going to kiss you. You have no time to dissect that line of thinking and how disappointed you were when he simply tucked his face in the curve of your neck. You realize when he stills and breathes you in that he came, his warm spend covering your lower stomach.

You both still for just a few moments. Your cunt burning for attention as he nuzzles into your neck. The small pecks he peppers over your nape doing little to satiate your need. You whimper and squirm under his weight, hips bucking in hopes of getting him to move and do something about it.

Luckily, König seems to get the message. Slowly, he rises off you with a groan, resting on his haunches. His focus is drawn to your weeping core. His large hand reaches to cover your pussy entirely, palm rubbing over your lips gently as he applies a sliver of pressure. You let out a shuddering breath, squirming under his ministrations.

You let out a high pitched yelp as his hand suddenly comes down on your cunt with a loud smack. The sting from the slap has you bucking your hip, only inviting another slap against your sensitive skin.

Your instinct is to close your thighs, but the rough hand on your knee keeps you exposed and vulnerable. You shudder, the tears lining your waterline fall freely as you keen, König’s fingers trace over your vulva slowly. His middle and ring finger rub your clit in slow, deliberate circles. You sigh and close your eyes, feeling the burning tension in your core slowly come undone. Your skin is still tender from his abuse, tethering you between pain and immense pleasure. You could feel your arousal drip down your ass and into the mattress.

His fingers slide down towards your opening, sliding inside you at a torturously slow pace. The stretch pleasantly stings as you suck in a breath through your teeth. He’s two knuckles deep inside when his thumb finds your clit, pressure builds in your core as your body grows hotter by the second. You lock eyes with him, the earnest affection he held for you in that moment had your heart constrict in on itself. It feels like he could see through you, see the softest and most delicate parts of your being, cradled in his arms. And you don’t know what he’s going to do with it.

A large hand covers your lower belly as the pressure on your clit increases, your brow furrows, unsure what he was playing at. “What are…?”

“Just relax Engel, I got you.” You can hear the grin in his voice as he leans in, eyes locked into your face. The heat in your core builds, engulfing your nerve endings as your moans crescendo into a high pitched keen. The hand on your belly presses in as his fingers continue to toy with you.

You hear a wet gushing sound, your mouth hanging agape as you squirt on his hand. You try to come down but König decides to torment you some more. Your back arches as he continues to finger you. Gasping, you reach down to grab his wrist in vain. His fingers move roughly inside you, the speed almost painful now as he wrings another orgasm out of you.

You squirm away from him, crawling up the bed and shaking your head at him. Slumping down as he gives you a break to gather your thoughts from the pile of mush he has left you.

You close your eyes, trying not to fall asleep on the mattress you spent a good afternoon researching, judging which material would be best for his back.

You feel him kiss your hip, working his way up your torso in a trail of soft kisses. Finally settling down next to you.

“Let’s see that Arschloch make you squirt like that.” He grunts as he wraps an arm around you.

His statement sobers you up quickly, you try to examine what happened throughout the day, what he said to you, how small you felt. A cold weight sits on your chest as you take it how easily you give yourself up to him, your body is one thing but the way he commands your psyche rattles you deeply.

No one, no MAN should ever be able to do this to you.

You untangle yourself from his embrace, taking off your dress as you stand up on shaky legs, your ass still sore but you resist rubbing the bruise, Your ego too important to give him the satisfaction.

You don’t turn to meet his gaze, instead you walk towards the sink. You clean off the sweat and cum from your body, not caring about the mess you’re leaving on the floor.

König rattles off a few vulgar comments that you choose to ignore, much to his dismay. You can tell it was getting under his skin, he loved getting a shy or flustered reaction out of you. Denying him this means denying him access to you, denying him a connection.

“What, did I upset you by talking about your little boyfriend? He almost pissed himself looking at me, you know.” He spits, bitterness dripping from each word.

“That man was an important investor, König.” you respond, cold and distant. “He was trying to buy you off me.” you finally turn, only to pick up your dress from the floor, putting it on with care.

“I may just consider.”

He takes a moment to register what you said, staring blankly for a few seconds before his eyes narrow in disbelief. He lets out a breathy laugh, waiting for you to smile or laugh and tell him it's a joke, but you turn your back and walk towards the door.

“Fuck off.” he says as you walk out of the cell, locking it behind you. Not a drop of venom in his words, just hurt.

A loud bang follows as König flings himself at the metal bars. You don’t flinch, your steps never faltering once.

“Don’t fucking walk away! verdammte Schlampe!” He screamed after you. His voice muffled by the slamming of the door, you allowed your shoulders to slump once you were sure he couldn’t see you. You barely register your surroundings as you walk towards your car, settling into the driver's seat with a hiss.

You grip the wheel, trying to will yourself to drive away as your breathing hastens. The more you try to swallow it down the more it pushes against your throat. Tears well in your lashline and drip onto your thighs. A horrible, guttural sound erupts from you and you press your forehead against the steering wheel.

Distance, you need distance. And a very hard drink.

Sorry for the long wait, life has been throwing me around left n right so I didn't have the energy or creative juice for writing anymore, hoping to get back into it slowly.

Reblogs and comments much appreciated, please let me know what you think <3

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cheaphalloweencostume

im so sick of unnecessary dinner scenes in movies 😡 every fucking movie they just want to titillate you with some food because they think you’re a dumb animal who just wants to see mashed potatoes bouncing. if its an IMPORTANT dinner scene where they explain lore then whatever i understand. but they shove useless meals into every movie these days and its disgusting

cheaphalloweencostume

really? you don’t say

bridgetotheskyyy

Hey guys! I've never made a post like this in all my years of using tumblr but I'm willing to just give it a shot. My mom is very, very ill. She has liver cancer and we're caring for her. It's been extremely difficult emotionally to do this alone and we will need help with costs as we don't have a car and only one person is currently employed in our home. I'm made a gofundme for us so we can cover any sudden costs. It's also, as you all can certainly imagine, very hard to write under these circumstances, but I'm still trying to pull through and get some words down whenever I can.

Thank you any and ALL support I receive with this. Just, truly, thank you.

UPDATE: My mother passed away this morning. We're doing as well as we possible can at the moment. Just thank you all and please continue to spread the word if you cannot or do not wish to donate. Thank you <3

#signal boost #Sky is one of the most dedicated and talented writers I know #donate if you can #fundrasier #gofundme

chickenfarmersan

yougottabeniceforwhat

desiccantdonoteat

needlepointcursewords

vasarosisaw

Trying to kidnap König be like

…possibly the politest (and heaviest) kidnapping victim ever.

#könig

itsapmseymour

They got new photos of the moon,

I knew she had colors hiding in there 🥹

melancholic-thing

Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader IV

A/N: aw shit here we go again. This chapter is much longer than usual and has a slightly different format, but I think it turned out great! I'm also posting this fic on AO3 if you prefer it.

Psst, their relationship is progressing 👀

Part I - Part II - Part III

#missing them lowkey #will be getting into this headspace again #könig #könig x reader

glorious-spoon

honestly i think the selling point of romance for me (and where it usually fails to land) is 'can i imagine these people sharing an in-joke'

like, are they in cahoots. can they laugh together. do they have a similar enough or at least complementary enough outlook that they can connect over something being funny (even if it's funny in a fucked up way! sometimes those are the best in-jokes!)

that's not necessarily true love in and of itself, but it does feel like an essential component to me

suonko

Dan Schultz - Wanderer

@melancholic-thing

I just finished this game today and...

#w1wd

stockholmgf

your captor going out and about living their normal life and talking about you to strangers in the store, coworkers, anyone on the street and referring to you as their “girlfriend”. meanwhile you’re tied up in some dark corner of their house trying to prepare yourself for when they come home again

#symbiosis