#*smooch*

[ggg-ppp]

what we have is strong and tender

[minhosimthings]

Sunghoon😭

I'm having so much fun with this, lowkey came from the pictures

Thinking about mafia boss vampire!Sunghoon rn

Warnings: blood duh, SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, thigh riding, slight exhibitionism (he's just possessive af), handcuffs (f), mafia stuff (idk), fem!reader

Vampire!Sunghoon, who the entire city knows and fears—the prince of the night, the very mention of whose name sends fear seeping into people's bones. His feet barely make any sound when he waltzes into nightclubs as if he owns them; he probably does, but who is he to remember? He has already lived far too long to notice anything other than his next prey. Until you come along. It isn’t love, not even interest, the way mortals mean it.

It’s the scent.

It could have been the dress, he tried to convince himself—short enough to let him sneak a peek of your ass, or maybe the hair, or the way your hips seem to have the universe on a belt, as they move.

But it always comes back to the sweet, sweet scent that surrounded you, bathing you in a sort of angelic light. An angel Sunghoon wanted to corrupt. You meet his gaze for a fraction of a second, neck raised high and mighty, and he's a starved man.

Vampire!Sunghoon who—once he has you—teases and teases and teases. Of course he could satisfy his aching cock at any second, but he prefers watching. Dark, hooded eyes raking over your trembling body, Sunghoon has you pressed against his clothed thigh, one arm planted on your hip while the other squeezes your ass periodically.

Periodically, to say, whenever your movements became faster than he wanted them to be. You're already going at a painfully slow pace, grinding your hips against the muscle, the rough material of his pants generating a mystifying friction at your cunt. His fingertips dance up your spine and you're already gone. The way he made your head spin, your lungs ache, Sunghoon looved watching you fall apart like this. ("My girl's so needy for me yeah? Fucking herself on my leg like this. You don't want my cock baby?"

Vampire!Sunghoon who brings you to meetings and poker games—claiming you were his lucky charm. He has you sat right on his lap, one hand lazily wrapped around your waist while the other held his cards. Of course, the dangerously low cut of your dress has nothing to do with distracting the other men, who would rather ogle at your chest than focus on their cards—giving your vampire the perfect opportunity to slam down a straight flush. Sunghoon indulged heavily in the pleasure of watching you struggle to keep a straight face whenever he adjusted his position, and his cock rubbed against your ass. It gave him a sense of power to show you off like this, S necklace draped across your beaitiful neck, a symbol to show that you were his and only his. ("I'm not gonna last any longer if you keep squiriming agaisnt me like that baby. You think I should go all in? I'll eat that pretty pussy right here in front of everyone if I win.")

Vampire!Sunghoon who is a world of contradictions when he first bites you. You innocently approached him one day, wearing a nightgown that hid nothing—the one that always drove him insane. He was looking over papers—guns, murder, the usual bullshit he had to deal with—and there you were in front of him, dragging him to the bed with a mere tilt of your head. And who was Sunghoon to refuse his favourite girl?

It's the way he's so calm about it, hiding the fact that his mind had already exploded at the sight of you—all bambi eyes, wet lips, squeezing your arms together to accentuate your chest—the scent of you had been tormenting him for so long and now he finally had the opportunity to act on every desire he'd ever had. He started with his kisses first, wet and desperate, hand caresing your face lovingly. He pressed his face into your neck, inhaling the very essence of you. You were his life line. And boy was he starved of his life line. ("I bet you taste like nectar, yeah?")

And then he sunk his fangs into you—a painfully slow ordeal. A sharp, fleeting jolt and then warmth spread fast, flooding your limbs, your spine, your thoughts. Your heartbeat stuttered once and then slowed into something deep and steady. Your body went light, as if gravity had loosened its grip. There’s a distant hum in your ears, and you could hear Sunghoon moan against your skin, like he's saying a prayer to a forgotten God.

Sunghoon's senses meanwhile danced on heaven's edge, watching the blood trickle down from your oozing neck to soak your clothes was not helping his situation; though you were faintly numb, you could still feel his length press against your core through the material of your nightgown. He roughly grips your legs in his hands to pin you down as he looks up at you, nothing but pure desire in his eyes. You were his properly now. Nobody else could look at you, nobody else could touch you. Your body, your soul, your entire being belonged to him.

It's all eternal bliss when his cock pushes into you without any teasing. It snaps you awake, overtaking the numbing sensation of his fangs still attatched to your skin, pulling divine nectar from you. Your head rolls, throat arching in a heavy moan, arms reaching back to grab at his shoulders. You desperately claw at his back as he shoves his cock deep inside you, he's reaching places you didn't know could be reached and your back was arching off the bed, tits pressing into his chest.

That, with the combined feeling of blood rushing through you has you cumming once, twice, thrice, you lost count in the middle. And Sunghoon is so drunk off of you—body, blood, scent, he didnt even know anymore. It was like he had kneeled down at the altar and had begged for salvation, and here you were. ("You don't know what you do to me, do you sweetheart? Look at you—so pretty like this...it's only for me yeah?")

Vampire!Sunghoon, whose favourite way to punish you now is to tie your hands to the headboard and feed from your inner thigh, his mouth switching between your pussy and your blood soaked skin every few seconds. He wraps your doughy thighs round his neck, pressing his lips into the open column between your legs, and he sucks away, shoving his tongue onto your overstimlated clit messily, yet so, so fuckin needy. Your entire body was trembling, with no suport to hang onto—you could only pathetically grind your hips into his face. He occasionally sucks off some blood and spits it onto your pussy, looking up at smirk at your dazed figure before licking a fat strip up your puffy lips. ("You're making such a mess baby. You want to cum? Go on, let go for me pretty girl.")

A/N: gang i lowkey lost braincells while writing this I hope my baby Kayz enjoys this considering that her new bias is now Sunghoon sorry Heeseung you're still our main slut also I will NAWT be elaborating on the last part because is gonna go insane over it ehehehe

[softkostyk]

jeremy mumbling “i love you” in between kisses is canon to me

[carrizoblooms]

he does have a cute smile

[daisanfar]

psssst pssst pssst

[uhohdad]

any thoughts on slasher!konig?

(if not or if that’s too dark you can ignore this!! :))

he’s suuuuch a cliche slasher <3

SLASHER!KÖNIG X READER

It’s your fault, really. For thinking you could enjoy a relaxing weekend away from everything. All you wanted to do was hide away in an isolated, peaceful cabin in the woods. Enjoy nature, read smutty stories, and not be bothered by another soul for 72 hours.

Apparently, that’s too much to ask.

The dingy little cabin was hardly well-maintained, smelling of mildew and decorated with furniture that looks like the eighties puked all over it - but it was cozy, and it got the job done.

You’re still breathing life into the cabin long after the sun set, long after you should have been tucked under the covers and snoring away. Your phone blares songs you wouldn’t dare play in front of anyone else, humming along to your guilty pleasures with a wiggle in your hips. The inviting aroma of a sneaky late night snack wafts in the air, warm light pouring from the lamps and out of the windows, illuminating the surrounding woods.

The piercing ringing makes you jump, wide eyes darting to the phone. An old rotary nicknack you hardly noticed, and certainly wouldn’t have thought of as functional if you had. The ring slices right through you, high-pitched and grating. As your tensed shoulders relax, your lips twist in unease. Hesitantly you pause the music, making uneasy steps to answer the call.

“Hello?” You ask softly, not bothering to stifle your confusion.

No one speaks, but there’s someone on the other line. You can practically feel the deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear.

“Hello?” You repeat, brows furrowed and an index finger nervously twirling around the phone cord.

“Do you always vacation all alone?”

The voice on the other end is harsh, dangerous. Intense and deep with a purred condescension stitched in, it sends a shudder straight down your spine.

Your body stills, mouth turned cotton.

“Who is this?” You ask, an unfortunate break in your voice.

“Such a dangerous thing for a little lamb to do.”

You scoff, a smile creeping on your face, “Very funny.”

You laugh, pinching the phone between your ear and your shoulder, “Who is this?”

You rattle off a list of the usual suspects, your cheekiest friends and family members in hopes to get them to break character.

“It’s like you’re inviting trouble in.”

You give a nervous laugh, eyes flicking around the cabin, “Uh-”

Prank call or no, your heart is pounding in your chest. You swallow, parting your lips to speak but you can’t seem to find the words.

“Your dancing was endearing, though, little one.”

Your face drops, a chill wrapping its fingers around your spine and frosting you from the inside out. Feet made of lead, body still except for the rise and fall of shallow breaths.

The line goes dead before you can find a response, an even dialtone in your ear as you try to steady the heart pounding against your ribcage. When your thoughts catch up, fumbling fingers scramble for the rotary wheel, but the even tone cuts off as the lights go out, the life suddenly sucked from the cabin.

You pull in a sharp breath, slamming the phone on the receiver and backing away from it as if it’s a feral, bloodthirsty animal. Your head swivels around, eyes adjusting to the dark and eerie cabin. The adrenaline is coursing now, pulse pounding against your temple and knuckles knocking together.

A loud thud on the outside of the cabin makes you jump, snapping your head in the direction of the noise. A squeak leaves you as a blurred, shadowy figure passes quickly by the window. Your panicked mind is blank, frozen in your place, just barely able to fend off hyperventilation, but not at all the violent trembling.

You’re muttering objections under your breath, pleading desperately with your unwanted visitor to leave you alone, for them to reveal this was all just some big joke.

The furious jingling of metal echoes throughout the cabin, the doorknob rattling threateningly as your visitor tests the lock.

Your fingers come to your lips, wide eyes darting around before you scramble for a hiding spot. The best you can manage is a coat closet, pressing yourself flush to the wall to keep yourself steady. Weak legs ultimately slide to a sit on the stained carpet, arms tightly embracing your knees, pleading with your heavy breaths to quiet.

The first thud makes you crawl out of your skin, a deep, heavy crash against wood. Your hand comes up to your mouth, muffling your squeaks behind sweaty palms.

Another thud has you pinching your eyes shut, every muscle tensed and trembling.

The third busts the front door wide open, shards of splintered wood crashing to the ground as the doorknob slams into the cabin walls.

The whines creep up the back of your throat without your permission when you hear the sound of heavy, confident boot steps, rubble crunching under the soles as they enter.

You shake your head, lips pulled back and tears springing down your face as the slow, commanding bootsteps near. He knows exactly where you are, and he’s dragging out your torture by making you anticipate his painstaking arrival. Toying with his prey, cornering you and making you cry from pure terror. Teasing you, making you feel dumb for thinking you could even hide from him in the first place, reveling in each flinch he knows you’re making behind that door by simply walking.

How powerful he must feel.

An involuntary hiccup escapes you as the closet’s doorknob turns. You’re deafened by your own heartbeat, the door creaking open agonizingly slow, unable to stifle your sobs as he reveals himself in all his glory. Domineering frame towering over you, a hood draped over his face, a butcher knife at his side.

He tilts his head as he looks down at you - what a pathetic thing you are, teeth chattering and sobs stuttering on each breath.

He lowers himself into a squat, apathetic, half-lidded icy blue eyes studying you.

“That was too easy, little one.”

He sticks the flat of his blade just under your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at you.

His eyes crinkle as his soaks in your sprung, glossy eyes, your tear-stained cheeks, your shivering bottom lip.

“What do you say I give you a minute head start, ja?”

He pulls a squeak from you when he meets your stare again, applying more pressure to your delicate skin with his blade. He creeps forward, closing the gap between your faces to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead through the soft fabric of his mask.

He keeps his face inches from yours when he pulls away, his deep, gritty voice lowered to a whisper when he speaks.

“Run, little one. I’ll meet you in the woods.”

✧₊⁺ abusive!könig ✧₊⁺ stalker!könig

[slutstaine-ficnsmut]

 need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine  need to breastfeed Dave Mustaine

(Hi um when you’re free can you write a fanfiction where Dave gets breastfed by fem reader Ok)

Lucky you - great minds think alike, because this is exactly what I had as one of the ideas for kinktober '26

hopefully I will be both mentally and physically available to write this 🙏🏻