Sidenote: Guys I ain’t no professional smut writer😭but I hope you guys like it. Had to rewrite everything cause I had no internet connection on a long ass road trip and lost all of it.
“König, it won’t f-fit!~” you whine.
Lies. König doesn’t believe that, he knows your body like the back of his hand. All he has to do is get some pillows and place them behind your lower back. Your pelvis at an angle, König slowly rubs your sensitive clit as he positions his face between your plump thighs.
König wasted no time slurping up your sweet pussy, adding his long digits pumping in and out of you. Orgasm after orgasm, you couldn’t keep track and your mind was on a high. Unexpectedly, you were interrupted by König holding your thighs against your chest.
You suddenly look up meeting his light blue eyes. His pupils were full-blown and half-lidded staring you down. When suddenly, you feel König’s throbbing cock slide into your wet pussy with ease. Breath caught in your throat at the addictive feeling of him stretching you out.
Köing really doesn’t remember that you’re so much smaller than him until he’s watching you reach up for a cup on one of the top shelves in the kitchen and you’re literally hopping to try and get to it. Bouncing on your tip toes until you’re climbing up onto the counter top. It’s worse when you sit down on the couch with him, and your feet just dangle over the edge of the couch. “I’ll grab it for you, hase.” You roll your eyes and drop down from the counter top. “Thank you.” You mumble and take the cup from his hand.
His clothes practically swallow you whole, and make you look like you’re in a dress. Sitting on your mid-thigh, his long sleeves cover your arms entirely including your hands. The first time Köing sees you like this. He just stares blankly at you, quiet as he watches you walk around the house and it becomes his undoing. Don’t get him started on his jeans, or sweatshirts. You look like a little kid walking around with pants that are sliding down your hips and thighs even though you’re wearing a belt. “You're doing that on purpose, Schatz.” He says looking up from paperwork at the dining room table. You twirl around in the shirt that covers you completely. “No…” Köing raises a brow, “Okay, maybe a little.” You giggle and return your attention to the task in front of you.
The compassion of your hands is a strong giveaway in just how much larger than life Köing is compared to you. His hands swallow yours, and when you lace your fingers together your fingers don’t even poke out from between Koing thick and long fingers. “Come on!” You say excitedly as you grab a hold of Koing's large hand and drag him around the farmer market. Your grip is tight around his thick digits. “Jesus liebling, your hands are so tiny.” He mumbles as he follows behind you, staring down at your connected hands. “You’re just big, Koing.”
König has always been aware of when you’re close and in his space. When you stand in front of him, and try to wrap your hands around his thick waist it’s nearly impossible to do so. Köing is at least smart enough to adjust himself for you. Shifting his weight around, widening his stand, making sure that he doesn’t overcrowd you. “Where are you going?” You squeak out, a sad smile on your face. “I’m just giving you more space, schatz.” You shake your head, “No, come back here.” You beg him with doe eyes that have his heart slipping and cracking.
Köing is a protective, and possessive man. He just shows it in a quiet, large sort of way. Köing can always position himself between you and large crowds knowing that you can get over stimulated quickly when there are too many people around you. His presence isn’t looming, he's just acting as a shield for you and it never once makes you feel like you’re trapped. “Move here, schatz.” He says moving you in front of him, calming as you walk towards a large crowd. He keeps you protected for long as is needed. “Thank you, love.” You mumble before reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek.
Afraid of pinning you down, and hurting you during intimate moments. Instead the man braces his hands on the wall, the couch, or the doorframe of your shared bedroom. He keeps all his weight off of you just to make sure you don’t feel utterly trapped under his weight.
He’s always checking in with you, watching your reactions as he rubs the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Slick running between your thighs and collecting under your ass. “You okay, hase?” He asks his voice deep, and thick with lust. His eyes track every movement you make. “Still okay?” he whispers as he presses the tip of his cock into the entrance of your slick cunt.
His forehead drops forward as he pushes his cock into your cunt. Whispering things that the man would normally be able to filter away. “Such a tight fuckin’ cunt, schatz.” Quiet admission that floats into the air with ease. “I’ve gotta be so careful with you, I might break you.” He mutters, “Spilt me in fuckin’ half with your cock.” You babble on, tears on the edges of your eyes from the sheet thickness of his cock as it rubs against your g-spot with every snap of his hips.
Aftercare with Koing hits the both of you harder than you think. A large hand wrapping down your thighs with a small wash cloth. Whipping away the mix of your release. Köing wrapping you up in his arms and pressing you tightly against his chest. You fit perfectly against him, with blankets, pillows and whatever else laying around the two of you. “So perfect, liebling. So tiny, you fit perfectly right here.” He mutters into your hair as your breath even out and sleep overtakes you.
Hey bunny! Pretty pretty please could Konig serve me a croissant, also some crepes and millet-feuille? Oh and some champagne would be lovely with that 🙏💖✨
the bakery menu
there are still tons of items on the menu! feel free to submit your own! i'm happily accepting requests! as for this one, i am so happy to get a könig request! i always feel like i focus so much on price or ghost that i always forget the mountain of a man. and the prompts are very good as well! i did change croissant a little bit, still the same vibe of a prompt, just switched up the language a little! thank you for the request!
croissant ("i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me.") + crepe ("pretty girl.") + mille-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + champagne (sugar daddy) served by könig (call of duty!)
cw: smut/pwp, sugar daddy-adjacent, daddy issues, size kink/difference (it's könig ofc), könig in love, dirty talk, cockwarming that turns into lap sex, unprotected sex
könig never imagined himself with another person. he simply thought that his line of work and his anxiety would scare too many people off. but you were not like most people, where most were scared by the mountain of a man with a few too many facial scars, you saw a helpful boyfriend to help you move your stuff into his apartment.
you were a total go-getter. nothing could stop you, you were brave and kind. most of all sweet and könig thought that he'd die happy in between your thighs. he hated that he had to be gone for so long.
that was where the money came in. he wouldn't call it a sugar daddy situation, that would imply there was no real emotional connection. and there was, you were already pointing out engagment rings when you were out together.
there was a definite strong emotional connection.
könig just wanted to make sure that you were taken care of when he was away. because his time away from you could be a few days or a few months, and he wanted to make sure his little schatzi was alright. yes, yes, yes, he knew you had a career, but a little (read: a lot) extra was what he wanted to give to his darling.
the other issue was your father. he was high up in the chain of command for kortac. which meant that you were off limits, but you honestly didn't care. you were a grown woman. your father agreed through grit teeth when you told him you were moving in with könig. your father couldn't stop you, and at least you wanted to live with someone who could protect you. könig was huge.
despite it all you were a happy couple, könig was in love with you. his precious little flower. he'd do anything to keep you happy. and where he took care of you financially (despite your protests), you took care of him in every other way.
one of those ways was being such a good girl for him. his hand was currently in your hair, made your skull seem small in its grasp. you knew that the 6'10 man probably had crushed someone's skull with his bare hands. but his grip on you was loose, the idea of him hurting you made his skin crawl.
you were softly licking his cock while he watched the football game. originally it was supposed to help you beloved relax after two weeks away on a mission. but it was hard to focus on his beer and the game when your pink tongue was brushed against the underside of his cock.
you were great a lot of things sexually, but you were terrible at cockwarming. anyway you tried to do it, you'd just get too excited and do more than just warm him.
"meine liebe." he said softly, "please."
you looked up at him, his cock pressed against your nose. you said, "sorry, honey. i just can't help myself."
"pretty girl." he said, "such a pretty girl."
you giggled as you gave his heavy balls a kiss, "thank you, my love." but made a small yelp noise when könig picked you up from under the shoulders and got you on his lap. you felt his erection against your clothed pussy.
"i want to feel your pussy." he said, "you look better in my lap then on your knees." his voice was such a hot rumble but it carried such a sweetness to it, you couldn't help but eagerly peel off your sleeping shorts and underwear.
you got in his lap properly, knees on either side of his large thighs and sank onto his cock like you had done a million times. you wrapped your arms around your lover and rested against his broad chest. his cock nudged against the back of your pussy and you felt content.
one of the few things that would calm you down was the heft of your lover's cock snug in your damp pussy. it was a far cry from when you first got together and he wouldn't fit in you.
könig put the beer down on the side table before it tumbled out of his hand. your pussy was a familiar presence for him. the tight fit felt good, "that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl"
you kissed the scar by his mouth and said softly, "thank you, my love."
he cupped your behind and held you while he continued watching the game. austria was getting their asses kicked but the sensation of you seated in his lap made him honestly not care. usually he was an avid football fan, but to have his sweet girl curled up on him felt good.
you mumbled sweet nothings into his ear. he felt the pleasure grow in his gut which meant that you were getting excited too. you started to roll your hips a little, you impatient little thing.
no wonder, the austrian loved you so much.
"mmm, honey." you whimpered.
"i thought you were meant to warm me?" he chuckled softly as he held you.
you replied, "i can't help it. it feels so good. it makes me want more, more, more!" you were soaked and it drove könig crazy as well. two forces that came together.
"alright, meine liebe. i got you." he kissed the apple of your cheek. such a precious little thing."
the more you got cock-drunk the looser your lips became. it was a good thing you weren't a spy, or else a little pressure on your pussy would have you spilling international secrets!
"i wonder what my father knows what happens in the off time. what you and i do together in this little house." you giggled as you rolled your hips. your nails dug into his shoulders.
he groaned, "meine liebe." he hated being teased, but he didn't want to push you too hard and bruise your cervix. something he had done a few times already.
your thrusts were almost cute, little humps as you kept his cock inside of you. you were a far cry from cockwarming. but your boyfriend could never deny you a single thing. so he placed a hand on your hip and the other on the arm of the sofa and let his precious little flower ride him.
he held you steady as you rode him. his cock pressed against your softest areas and earned sweet little moans. your airy little moans, the wetness between your legs, the heat in your face. he lucked out, whatever god was out there blessed him with his cute little flower.
"please, honey."
"i've got you, meine liebe. my pretty girl." he purred as he knew you were getting close. you didn't last too long, he could tell by the stagger in your thrusts and how desperate your moans were.
he softly rubbed up against you as you rode him. a counter thrust to you erratic movements. you were just so painfully cute like this. you peppered his face with kisses and his heart swelled.
it wouldn't be much longer before you dug your pretty nails into his shoulders and clenched around his cock. you were trying to milk him as you slowed down. you slumped against your lover.
his cock was still painfully hard inside of you, it took him a good while to finish off. but you were out of comission for at least twenty minutes. orgasms hit you fast and hard.
but that was fine, he kept your face against his chest as you calmed down and he then grabbed his beer and took a hearty sip of the drink. he rubbed your soft hair and relaxed.
after the game he'd take you to the bedroom and wring two more orgasms out of you before he shoved all his cum into your sweet cunt. you told him once jokingly that you literally had 0% austrian genes in you, but he thought with the amount of cum in you that number was at least at 5%. <3
König couldn't help but stop and stare. Last night koing had finally convinced you to stay the night over at his apartment, and that even when you just wake up you're still as beautiful, if not even more in his opinion.
So when you walk into his kitchen searching for coffee or tea, whichever you can get your hands on. Wearing his shirt and from what he can tell no underwear nor a bra, he couldn't help but stop and stare at you. Taking a sip of his coffee he stands up to his full height of 6'10. He walks over to your figure, softly taking your much smaller hand in his to keep you from rubbing your eye even harder.
He leans down, resting his head in your neck, taking in your natural scent. "Engel," His hot breath hitting your bare neck and your shoulder from the size of the shirt it was sliding off of your shoulder. His rough hands grip the shirt, slowly pulling it up, moving his head away from your neck. He rubs his nose against yours, hands still slowly lifting the shirt you were wearing up. He kisses your lips, you try and move your lips away from him to get a word in. His teeth biting down on your bottom lip make you wince, his tongue runs over where he bit you, almost as apologizing.
"You're lucky I brushed my teeth before coming in here, mister." You playfully stick your tongue out, booping his nose with it. His hands had not left the shirt in fact he had managed to lift it up just under your boobs. His eyes haven't left yours, he drops the shirt. Shoving his hands underneath the shirt, grabbing both of your boobs, digging his nails into them before leaning down and kissing you.
"I guess I am." He pulls away from you, walking over to his now untouched coffee. Taking a sip with his back turned to you. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, fingers meeting and interlocking. Resting your head on his back, letting out a sigh. Turning around he picks you up, setting you on the counter, just next to his coffee.
Shoving his head into your neck, peppering kisses from your throat to your lips. His hands grab your thighs, putting them on his waist. Pulling you towards him, almost off of the counter his tongue swipes yours before his hand comes up and grabs your hair. Pulling you back by your hair, your head tilts just perfect for him to shove his tongue down your throat.
Moaning into his mouth, your hands running through his short hair, pulling him even closer. Legs tightening around his waist, your hips buck up, sliding his shirt up and showing his abs. He slides you off the counter, walking back into his room. Setting you on the bed, he pulls his shirt up as you slide farther up the bed, backing resting on the headboard watching him strip.
After taking his shirt off he yanks his gray sweatpants down, his dick hangs low and outwards from how heavy. Its veins pulsate as you look at it, looking back up at him. His smirk and eyes already seem to know what you're thinking about. Crawling up the bed he grabs your ankles, yanking you towards him. His hands swiftly remove his shirt from your body, throwing it to the side.
He pushes your legs apart, taking his fingers and spreading your pussy lips. Watching as they glisten from how wet you are. His pointer finger rubs at your nub making your hips buck, needing more. He doesn't give you more, instead his finger trails down to your hole, pushing just the tip of his finger in before trailing it back to your now aching nub.
"Please, König" Your eyes look down at him pleading. He slowly slide his finger into your pussy, leaning closer to your pussy his tongue taps on your clit, before lapping on it. Thrusting his finger in and out of you he has his middle finger join, making you moan even louder. His thick fingers making your pussy so wet. The loud sounds of your pussy only seems to make his actions even faster.
Removing his fingers, his hands grabs your hips bringing your pussy to his mouth. His tongue shoves it way into your pussy, rubbing on every inch, every crease he can find. He can't help but to groan into your pussy, it just taste so sweet, so good, so you.
so the idea was… konig kneeling beside y/n, cradling her hand in his, his eyes full of gentle worry and a tiny, almost shy smile, while she leans into him, eyes half-closed but glowing with trust and relief, and ghost hovering just behind, arms crossed but with this soft, protective gaze, like the three of them are in their own little bubble of care and quiet devotion, every glance and touch screaming how much they mean to each other.
Take Me Back To Eden: Simon Riley x Reader x Koing
It was supposed to be a quick and easy mission, just gather the intel and get out, simple, right? You and your two boyfriends had divided up, with one of them standing outside the door where you were gathering the intel hardware, when a blast shot through the room, knocking you off your feet and separating you from your men. Koing, who had seen the blast, ran over to the scene, worried about you and Simon.
"Ghost! Ghost!" He called out as he made his way through the rubble.
"Over here, Koing!" Ghost called out with a cough from the impact.
Koing made his way over to Koing, helping him off the ground and checking him for injuries.
"Where's sweeheart?" Ghost asked using your callsign.
"I don't know, I haven't found her yet." Koing admitted nervously as he looked around for you.
"Sweetheart!" Ghost called out as he began looking through the rubble.
"Schatz! Schatz!" Koing called as they moved through the rubble searching for you.
You groaned weakly, coughing up some dirt as your ears rang from the blast. Your eyes were still adjusting to the light as you faintly heard someone calling out for you. You kept coughing as you tried to call out weakly to whoever was calling for you.
"Schatz!" Koing said, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing you leaning up against a wall.
"Koing? Ghost?" You asked weakly.
"Yeah, it's us, sweetheart." Ghost said, kneeling and brushing some hair from your face.
"Are you injured, Schatz?" Koing asked gently.
"My ribs hurt." You said as you broke out into another coughing fit.
"Come on, let's get you to the heli." Ghost said, scooping you up and carrying you to the helicopter with Koing keeping an eye on both of you.
You guys made it to the helicopter, and that was the last thing you remember before you dozed off. When you woke up, you were back in your room, and when you turned, you saw Koing kneeling beside you, cradling your hand in his and his eyes full of gentle worry and a tiny, almost shy smile.
"Hey Schatz, how are you feeling?" He asked gently.
"Im okay, my head hurts, can you lie with me?" You asked softly.
"Of course, Schatz." He said, taking a seat on the bed next to you and curling up against his chest, eyes half-closed but glowing with trust and relief.
"Where's Si?" You asked as you rested against Koing's chest.
"I'm right here, love." Ghost said, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a soft protective gaze on his face.
CW: talks of mental health, concerns not taken seriously, stalking, talks of Guns, Reader is doing their best, you better be ready to Google the meaning of flowers 💕
Your eyes shift to the oven's clock.
1:23 am
You huddle in the corner of your kitchen, silently crying, and shaking with every bone of your body. You desperately clutch a kitchen knife while praying that….that thing goes away.
For the past three months the shadows have been terrorizing you. You Know that when you look into the dark, something is looking back at you. Everybody you've talked to has told you, you were crazy. You've been called paranoid, and a few days ago someone called APS on you. They'd decided that you weren't in any immediate danger, but said they'd come back to check on you.
Tonight you couldn't sleep. Your body shuddered with terror with just the thought of closing your eyes. It's been a combination of little things that has built to this.
At first it was just small things going missing. Pens you left out, the sticky notes you doodled on, jewelry you didn't wear often. In fact the only reason you noticed things of yours was going missing, was because you wanted to wear a particular pair of fancy earrings to a company event. You looked for 30 minutes before just wearing another pair.
Then your favorite book disappeared. After a long day you were really looking forward to reading that book in bed before you passed out. But when you entered your room, the book wasn't on the shelf. You looked up and down, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You throw one of your other books across the wall out of frustration and left it there for the night. When you woke up that book was gone too.
Then things you've never owned started to show up in places you frequent. A red beaded bracelet you've never seen before showed up next to your kitchen sink. That new lipstick shade you've been wanting to try, You found it in your medicine cabinet when you went to brush your teeth. All that is spooky at best, but what really frightened you was a single bullet left on your office desk.
You told your boss you were sick and went home for the day…or at least that's where you told him you were going. You went straight into a public area like the women of your past have told you too, if you think you're in danger.
Kidnappers never take their victim in a crowded area.
Safer in numbers.
Cry, scream, kick, but never stop fighting.
You walked into a casual sit down restaurant and spent all night looking up what kind of bullet you were clutching in your palm.
A 9mm, just a small hunk of metal.
But you've never even held a gun, let alone own one.
You want to believe that a coworker accidentally dropped it on your desk, but it was perfectly placed. It was set up underneath your computer monitor, just out of sight for those passing, but when you sat down at your desk only you could see it.
This was deliberate.
This was not a coincidence.
But why? Why would you leave a bullet on someone's work desk? Is this a death threat? Is someone threatening your life? That thought alone made you crumble faster than you expected. You fought back tears while trying to think of who you might have pissed off.
The Receptionist you at your office? All you said was that you wouldn't be attending her baby shower. And anyway she got her revenge by ‘accidently’ eating your lunch.
The Uber driver you gave two stars too after he made a creepy comment about your chest? He just gave you a one star review a few minutes after.
That one girl in highschool that didn't like you? She peaked in highschool, you doubt she'd have the guts to pull off this stunt.
By the time you're ready to leave, it was night. You felt the fear fraying at your edges, the shadow’s non-existent eyes watching you, so you called one of your friends to pick you up.
You faked being drunk on the ride home. When she asked you about work, you said that they cut your shift without telling you and that you didn't mean to get wasted.
You're not sure she bought it, but she never brought it up.
When she pulls up to the house, you thank her, and pretend to stumble out of her car. She made sure you got inside before leaving and you haven't spoken since. But you couldn't worry about that now.
Your paranoia creeped in and made you check every corner of your house. Afterwards you crashed onto the couch and watched Judge Judy until you fell asleep.
When you woke up one of the blankets from your bed was wrapped around you.
You don't remember doing that.
You've never done that before. That panic in your stomach quaked and you got up to do another search around your home.
You found nothing, but called in sick anyway.
Two days later, and back at the office, you were clacking away at your keyboard when one of the mail distributors knocked on your door. The carrier was 17 if you remembered right, he was one of their nicer carriers. He was always kind to everyone in the office and was always telling jokes.
This time instead of carrying a letter or a stack of files, he was holding a large bouquet of Coral Roses, Anemones, red carnations, and Heliotropes. It was a gorgeous assortment of warm tones with just a little cool tones to balance everything.
“Caught someone’s eye?” The boy asked playful. You stand up to accept the gift. “Does it say from who?” You ask curiously. “Nope, just that it's for you.” You pick up the flowers and set them onto your already crowded desktop. “Someone has a secret admirer!” The boy teases and chuckles at his joke. “At least they're not cheap. I've delivered flowers to people before, but nothing this big before. Who ever it is, they really like you, or really need something from you…” he pause for a second “Well, it's a nice jester non the less.”
“I suppose it is…Tell you what, if you snag me an extra muffin from the community breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll make sure to update you if anything else comes up.” you hold out your hand to him. He thinks about it for a second before shaking your hand. “Deal!”
By the end of your day, you gently placed the flowers into the passenger seat. You've spent all day thinking about the flowers and who sent them. Just like the bullet, you didn't have a clue, But it was still nice to be appreciated like this.
No one's gotten you flowers before.
Because this was your first ever bouquet you dislodged some flowers and tied them upside down into your closet. You also persevered some in salt. You put the rest of the flowers into two glass bottles with some water.
You thought about persevering more, but you felt like that was a bit excessive. Besides you don't know where or who they're from….what if they are from the same person that left the bullet?
Those are two very different messages…
Soon enough You begin to spiral down a rabbit hole of anxiety and theories. deciding to (hopefully) sleep it off, you crawl to bed and bury yourself in your blankets.
Suddenly your body jolts you awake.
Through the sleepy haze you don't know what caused you to wake. You look at your phone, that You apparently forgot to charge, and realize it's 2:56 in the morning.
You try and rack your Brain for an answer to your sudden consciousness.
Then you hear it.
Glass.
Glass sliding across the floor in another room.
You look at your phone again.
3%
You figure it's better than nothing, plug it in, and dial 911.
“911, where is your emergency?” A female voice asks through the phone. Then your breath hitches in your throat.
Yes, you know Where you are. But you don't know Where the danger is. You don't even know if there is danger. And even if you did the house is silent, any noise you make could alert whatever is in your house.
You quietly breathe over the phone and slowly lay back down.
“Hello? Is there anybody there? This is 911, what is your emergency?” The woman asks.
You just breathe over the phone and quietly as possible.
“Is there something there that makes you unable to communicate?” The woman asks, finally understanding.
You hum a quiet yes, As inaudible as you can manage.
“Okay. I'm going to find you using your phone's pinged location. I need you to stay on the line with me so we can find and help you, okay?” she asks in a more hushed tone.
You just hum again and strain your ears trying to hear any sound.
You realize that the glass sound has stopped. And quiet footsteps start shuffling around your home.
You can hear doors opening and closing.
Soft breaths.
It's then you make another realization. It's now right outside your door. You can see two large shadows on the bottom of the doorway.
In a panic you turn your phones volume all the way down and hang up. You slide your phone back onto your night stand and pretend to be asleep.
And just in the nick of time too.
Your door softly creeks on its hinges.
The air is still and heavy, making it almost impossible to breathe.
You know you have to keep an even and low breathing pace. One of the tips you picked up in health that randomly stuck in your brain is that sleeping people use less oxygen.
If you wanted to sell this fake sleep, you'd have to force your body to deprive itself of its most valuable resource. Only for a little bit. Just until whatever, whoever is standing in your doorway leaves.
It moves forward
You only know this when they step on the only creaky floorboard in your room.
Whoever is in your room is dead silent.
You have to remind yourself not to furrow your brow when they continue their movement.
The air is still again
It lingers
You hear the sound of fabric shifting and stretching right next to you.
The terror in your chest scratches at your ribs when you feel the gentle movement of your hair sliding behind your ear.
You have not idea what to do.
What do you do?
You rack your brain for what normal people do when they sleep.
Snore? No, if you start now it would be a dead give away.
Mumble? Mumble what? What do people mumble in their sleep? Nothing you can come up with on the spot, that's for sure.
You decide to make a bold move and as lazily as you can shift your body's position.
That's what people do.
You push deeper into your pillow and raise your knee to about stomach level. It's a totally normal sleep position and almost everyone moves in their sleep.
A knot in your stomach churns. You fucking hate yourself. What if they don't buy it? What if you're digging your own grave? For fucks sake you don't even know if the intruder is armed.
The intruder chuckles softly and the shifting of fabric once again is dangerously close.
You think they just stood up?
Whatever, if they're moving, they're likely leaving.
Suddenly you can hear the faint sounds of sirens. They sound only a few streets away.
Your admirer clearly hears the same thing and swiftly makes their move out of the room.
It still terrifies you how quiet they are.
You hear the glass in your hallway slide once more only followed by the sirens getting much closer.
It's only when you hear a pounding at your front door and the announcement of police, do you peel open your eyes and take a deep breath.
When you reach over to retrieve your phone do you feel something else touch your hand.
You readjust your vision and your eyes widen.
A flower
Or flowers
Bright, vivid red flowers.
One stalk, several flowers.
They take hours looking through your home, questioning you.
They tell you to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.
Like you'll ever sleep again.
You put on shoes and walk to a late night convenience store and wait out the stars there. You explain yourself to the cashier and they let you loiter in the store.
But you can't keep the flowers out of your head.
Your phone is only at 28% so you don't have much time to mess around on there.
It takes about 8 minutes but you finally find the flowers that were ‘given’ to you…
Red Salvia…
You really weren't crazy…
Thanks for reading <3
Totally forgot I wrote this.... My bad gang...
Also don't worry about the inconsistencies, I wrote this like 6 months ago and only updated a little bit.
Just a little story for all my König fans(mostly for me buttt)
SoftKönig x Even softer reader(afab)
Cw- feelings of hurt( for like two whole ass min-), lots of fluff, and a happy ass ending.
🌊°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:
The day began with a dare.
"You will hate it," König warned, eyes squinting under the brim of his oversized hat as he stared out at the open beach. "Too loud. Too… sunny."
You grinned and tugged at his wrist. “I like a challenge. Come on, soldier—live a little.”
The beach was warm, the kind of warmth that softened every muscle and made the world feel far away. König had peeled out of his hoodie reluctantly, revealing sun-kissed scars and surprisingly shy smiles that came with every touch of breeze against bare skin.
His accent snuck out in fragments—“Schatzi, I am melting” when the heat got to him, or a muttered “Scheiße” when the umbrella refused to stay up straight. You loved it more every time.
Later, while he was waist-deep in waves, everything changed.
He flinched. Hard. “Ah—verdammt! Something—bit me?”
You rushed toward him, concerned. The sting across his thigh was angry and
“Jellyfish,” you said, already pulling him out of the surf. “Classic beach betrayal.”
He groaned dramatically, letting you guide him to the blanket. “I knew it. Nature hates me.”
You knelt beside him, pouring vinegar across the wound( i know they are the beach just go with it, i wanted to make a joke about pee...) , your fingers careful but lingering. König winced, then grinned through the pain. “If this is how you touch me when I’m injured… maybe I suffer more often.”
“Don’t tempt fate,” you murmured, but your voice was softer now—heat curling low in your belly as your fingers brushed along the edge of his swim shorts, your eyes meeting his.
His smirk shifted into something slower, darker. “Then maybe you owe me a reward… for bravery.”
You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw. “What kind of reward?”
He chuckled, voice low and accented. “The kind that does not require bandages. Just… you.”
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You barely made it through the drive back to the beach cabin without laughing at König’s dramatic recounting of The Jellyfish Incident. He had it down to a saga already—“I was ambushed,” he insisted, “by ocean slimes,” while you rolled your eyes and kept the vinegar bottle within reach like it was a holy relic.
The sun had dipped low now, casting peach-toned shadows across the room as you helped him inside. He moved slowly, milking the injury for all it was worth—his accent thickening just a little when he groaned, “Mein Bein... I may not survive the night.”
“You were barely touched.”
“Touched by betrayal.”
You guided him to the couch, setting him down with exaggerated care, and he watched you—really watched you. His eyes followed the curve of your body as you bent to untie his sandals, lips parting slightly when your fingers brushed his shin, high near the welt.
“You fuss over me like… like you love me,” he teased softly, a faint edge beneath the playfulness.
“You wish,” you murmured, though your tone gave you away.
Then he caught your wrist, pulled gently, guiding you between his legs. His accent wrapped around the words like velvet. “I do wish.”
Your breath caught, but you didn’t pull away. His fingers slid slowly beneath your shirt, warm palms splayed against skin, learning you like terrain he had permission to wander.
The sting forgotten, he leaned forward to kiss you—this time with reverence, then hunger. His lips moved with the quiet urgency of a man who’d nearly lost his chance to touch sunlight. You let him explore, the cabin shrinking down to breath and skin and the quiet rhythm of waves outside.
"Stay," he whispered against your neck, voice low and weighted with something beyond heat. "Just... stay with me."
You did.
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(Early morning, drabble, wanted to add to this >:3)
The cabin was wrapped in sea breeze and the hush of early light. König stirred beside you, his arm slung across your stomach, breath warm at your shoulder. He was half-awake, half-stubbornly clinging to sleep—only giving you a groggy mumble that sounded like, “Too early… zu schön hier…”
You smiled and gently slipped from under his weight, pulling on the nearest shirt—his, of course—and padding into the little kitchen. You tried to beat him to breakfast. You really did.
But ten minutes in, the floor creaked behind you and there he was: hair tousled, wrapped in a blanket like a mythic beast freshly rolled out of bed, bare chest on full display. Still walking with a dramatic limp.
“Ah,” he sighed, when he saw the eggs. “You are angel.”
“Because I’m cooking?” you teased.
“Because you are wearing my shirt and making soft food for my wounded flesh.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart warmed at the way he leaned against the counter, watching you with that sleepy admiration only he could pull off. He reached for your wrist, tugged lightly until you turned toward him.
“Thank you,” he murmured, serious now. “For yesterday. For here. For… you.”
You pressed your forehead to his, letting the quiet stretch between you. “Always.”
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Man you made it, as always thank you for reading, and i hope your day has been wonderful, and if not i hope it gets better love. <3
Have a nice day/night!
( Yes, i did have to look up German, yes it was hard T-T)
Synopsis: Ghost and König show you how you belong to
CW: DUBCON, established relationship, begging, manhandling, mention of breeding, breeding, double penetration, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, hate sex?, mention of brusies, slight edging, possesive ghost, possesive köing, possesive sex, spanking, alpha/beta/omega dymanics, ABO dynamics, slight malipulation?, dumbification, sir kink, size kink, biting, voyerisum, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, polygamy, throuple, brief pussy slapping, overstimulation, you're not caught but EVERYONE knows, mention of bruises, a few degrading words
Request by @oxbunnehxo
"God, i can smell them on you, it's fuckin' disgusting" the lieutenant alpha growled as he pushed you in some random closet just down the hall from where the teams were celebrating a successful joint mission, König and Ghost brought you along as a plus one, and because you begged to meet their teammates. They courted you when you were a medic in the military, the two giants took a liking to you nearly immediately, using their over-powerful scent to court you and scare away any other potentail suters. They provided for you and cared for you, showing they would make good mates, pampering you until you became their sweet doclie omega.
Gasping as Ghost pushes you front to the closet wall, trapping you with his body, leaning down to your ear level "Ya think that was funny? Throwing yourself over them like some common slag?" he growls, you can feel his anger, opening your mouth hoping to defend yourself, that you were trying to make friends, but Ghost brings his hand down over your ass, hard, the smack ringing out in the barely light space. his hands finding a tight drip on your hips to keep you from squirming away, "Johnny was praticcally eye fuckin' you, wanted a piece of you." Ghost bring his hand down again, harder than the last, causing you to let out a small whimper, "a piece of what is mine", he brings his hand down at same time the sound of the door , a thick accented voice rings out,
"Ours"
Looking up towards the door, your heart feels like it stops, the light in from the hallway illuminates an obscured figure, König, the reality of the situation hits you like a train hitting a brick wall. You were cornered in some small, cramped closet, barley big enough for one alpha let alone two, the same two alphas who were beyond pissed and jealous and more then ready to take it out on you. König slowly closed the door behind him as he entered, making sure you watch to ensure you know there no escape. Both men stared at each other, like they were telepathicly discussing what to do with you. Ghost pulled your body close to his chest, allowing Austrian mountain man to slot in between you and the wall, his hands replacing Ghosts' death grip on your hips.
König was stronger and bigger then Ghost, but it would be a deadly mistake to say the shorter of the duo was weaker, both held their dominace and massive size with pride, they knew how to use it agaisnt you, fucking you with a bittersweey mix of adoration and aggression, ripping you apart with their mouths, fingers and cocks only to put you back together after it was over, especially when they got possesive over you, their mate. They would spend hours using you over and over until you were nothing more then a puddle covered in marks, bruises, both yours and their cum, sweat and tears.
Ghost shoves you into Königs' chest, forcing you to arch your back, making you present to him, "Now, pet, 'm goin' to give you ten and you will count after each one, if i hear a single bratty comment from you, you'll get more, affirmative?" Ghost speaks, a silent order to behave, to take it like a good omega. Nodding your head in agreement when a yelp is pulled from your throat due to another harsh slap, "I want a verbal response, love" giving the irritated flesh a light squeeze.
"Yes, sir" you whimper out, knowing where this is going to go and how it's going to end.
Before you're able to take a breathe to ease your nerves, a loud smack rings out, harder then the previous ones, rougher, harsher. You whine at the sting of the slap and the fabric of your pants rubbing agaisnt the redded flesh, "O-one" you mange to get out, the feeling of gloves burning into hips causes you to jump.
"What do you say, Hase?" Somehow you almost forget about the man holding you up, god you can hear the smirk in his voice, "Thank you, sir" earning a lgrowl of approval from both of them, a few more quick smacks are given, Ghost alternating between each cheek, you swallow air as you shakily count "Two...t-hree, fo-four", thanking your mates after each one.
The Austrian man pawing at your hips helped distract you from the British man breathing down your neck, until a gloved hand finds its way around your neck, gently pulling your head up to check on you, to check if you're ok, giving make a soft smile as Ghost pulls his mask up to his nose and presses himself againt you freshly abused ass. Placing a gentle kiss to his claim mark, Köings' was in the same location on the opposite side. He pulled his mask and attacked your mouth in an open kiss while Ghost nipped at your neck, leaving fresh marks, out of the two of them he was always the mouthy one.
Ghost grinds against your ass, sending waves of stinging pain and unregulated pleasure to your brain, their scents clouding your senses and thoughts, easing you into a false sense of secuity. König started to unbuckle your belt and barely gets your jeans down your thighs before Ghost shoves a gloved hand in between them and presses two fingers against your slit. "It is stupid to think you are getting what you want to easily," his voice was loud and hard to ignore, laced with a thick austrian accent, a strict contrast between Ghosts' slightly more quite and gravelly one, accompanied with his own heavy manchester accent.
A loving hand makes its way through your hair, you bath in it until you head is pulled back from its place on Königs' chest "You have to beg for it, hase" He rasps, eyes boring into yours, an attempt to hide you face is cut short by Ghost, "He said beg", already growing tired with this so called bratty behaviour. Swallowing your tongue, attempting to calm your nerves for the second time tonight.
"Please, i'm sorry, i was trying to make friends" you beg, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, "I-I didn't mean to, please...please". A sign was heard but you couldn't tell who it came from, a kiss was placed on your scalp, a quiet message before your trousers and panties were ripped down your legs and thrown by the closed door, follwed by your shirt and bra, "We know, hase, but we stiil need to make sure they know your ours" König explains, you relax a little knowing they weren't fully mad. He move a gloved hand from your hips to your thigh and pulls it up and on his waist, keeping it in a tight grip, the other leg barely touching the ground, having to be on tip-toes to keep balanced as Ghost toys with you. Enough pressure to feel his fingers dancing over your sweet bundle of nerves but not enough to bring pleasure, Königs' hands on your thigh and hip preventing you from grinding agaisnt them.
The Brit removes one of his gloves, safely securing it in his pocket, then bringing his fingers to your entrance, circling it to collect as much slick on his fore and middle fingers, slowly entering his fingers into you, filling you up. He moves foward more, using their size against you, restraining you in the middle as they take you apart, dragging his fingers in and out, prolonging your punishment. Both men look at each other, then down a you, coming to the same idea. A sudden jolt of pain rips through you as they bite you, hard, right over their respective marks, restating their claim.
You are their, and everyone must know it.
The other participants attending could probably smell and hear what was happening, König calmly moves high fingers up and down your thigh, moving his hand from your hip to your neglected clit, before removing the glove, following the same method as Ghost, collects some of your slick and moves his fingers towards you ass, entering it without warning, you're unable to move as you take their thick, rough fingers. letting them strech you out.
Once they've deemed you streched and prepped enough, they remove their finger, earning a whimpering moan from, Ghost quickly slaps your clit for it, silently telling you to keep quite, that was for later. You waited with shallow breathes as the sound of your alphas remove themsleves from their pants, the soft sound of precum being spread over their cocks, Ghost collects moreof your slick and spreads it over your back enterance. Slowly you move your hands, wanting to feel them, feel them in your hands, in your mouth, inside you.
That fantasy was short lived as Ghost pins your hand behind you back and you freeze, like prey caught by a predator, "Did you think you'd get away with that?" He husks in your ear, both alphas soak in your whines and you feed you their cocks, inch by inch, until their flush against your skin.
Then they still.
You attempt to move, both laugh down at you, watching you try to bounce on dicks, "We haven't done anything and you are already cockdrunk?" the venom dripping in his voice, so you sit and wait, being used asa cockwarmer.
One deep inside your cunt, the other deep inside you ass.
You've never felt so good, swimming in your combained pheromones and scent, slowly slipping into a complicit mindstate, that's when they move, when one pulls out the other thrusts in, keeping you full and constantly suspended in a blissful and cockdrunk state.
König pulls your head away from his chest once again by your hair, forcing you to take what they're giving you without hiding, all the while Ghost slips his remaining gloved hand over your puffy clit, pinching and rubbing it.
Your soft moans can probably be heard from the party, you're sure of it, but at this point you find it hard to care, the pleasure making you lose the ability to think clearly, focusing on what the alphas are giving you. "Moan for us, pet, scream for us. Let them know who you belong to" Ghosts' heavy accent sctraches something deep in your brain, and you lose yourself completely, moaning louder into the confides of the closet.
"That's our dumb hase, can't even think for herself, Needs her big, strong alphas to protect her" The Austrian man in front of you grunts out.
"Mmm, you're lucky we found you, who knows what'd have happened if someone else got you" The British man behind you growls out.
They talk as if you're not there. Not being pumped full of their cock. Not sandwiched between their bodies, drool slowly running down from the side of your mouth, eyes rolled back into your head as you mutter and mumble incoherently, brain shut off, not register anything. Expect for one word,
Breed.
Numbly you nod your head, trying to beg them to breed you, but nothing but moans leave your mouth, unware of what you just agreed too.
Without warning both men pick up the pace, pounding into you with such aggresive stamina all you can out are squeals and squeaks, you're preety sure you'll be unable to walk after this as another orgasm is pulld from you.
You lost count how mant you've had. 5? 10? The sensitivity and overstimulation is felt through the bond and the alphas litter your neck and shoulders in more bites, you can feel more bruises forming on your hips, waist and thigh, there might be some on your wrists by the end as well. You wonder how'll you be able to walk after, most likely won't without a limp, but all that can be discussed later as another orgasm leaves you at the same time your mates dump another load of their cum into you.
But that doesn't stop them, and before you know it, you're on the edge of another orgasm.
"You want to came? Do you want us to breed you full?"
You're unsure who's speaking but give out a breathy, strained moan in response.
"I think we have fuck her dumb" They laugh at you condition, thrusting back into you, set on completing their mission, to make sure you're packed full of their fertile cum before they leave the event.
Growls, grunts and moans fill the space between as the giant alphas use you for their pleasure, pushing and pulling you in every which direction.
In and out, in and out.
Back and forth, back and forth.
The slaps of your bare skin is muffled agaisnt the fabric of their pants, a painful reminder that you're practiclly exposed while their fully dressed, your lower body tingles from lack of use, you can feel your joints stiffening up. The mixure of fluids between your thighs is in a constant state of uncomfortably dry and sickly wet.
"C'mon you can give us one more, can't you?" The man city alpha breathes out, it feels like a taunt, one you can reply to as the familiar feeling of another orgasm begins to build in your belly, squirming to try and get away from the sensations in all in vein as Ghost presses you impossibly closer to König.
"I- c..can't ple-" you can barely get a full sentance out, to far into the throws of pleasures, "Ja, you can and you will" König grits out, his hips slam into Ghosts' gloved hand that found it's way back to you slit. When did that happen? Thieir tatics effectivly pushing you closer to the edge.
"N-No.. it-" Your orgasms barrels through you without warning, catching you off gaurd, cutting you off as you scream from the intensity of it. The last of your strengh gives out, bringing along the last of your cognitive thoughts with it, leaving you limp and twitching. Both alphas growl, deep grunts as they cum a few moments later, deep inside you, mindlessly fucking it deeper into you to make sure it takes.
Feeling like you're floating as they let you go, gently placing you down back on the ground as they pull out, König keeps you against his torso to prevent you from collapsing, Ghost fetches your discared clothes and helps you get re-dressed, telling you how much their going to pamper you once you get home. König gently picks you up, the feels of sweat anf drying cum is making you uncomfortable, but promises of a warm bubble bath is enough to calm you. He keeps giving sweet words in austrian as you feel your sense return. Ghost leaves back to the main gathering to gather any left behind belongings, not really caring about announcing their leave.
Drifting in and out of sleep, you can faintly hear a few words the British alpha is saying, the awkardness and strained responses from everyone there. They all replied in quick words, all very eagar for the three of you leave. Your cheeks burn red after you hear a well know scottish accent say 'not to wear the bonnie to thin'. Burying yourself back into König again at the realisation as your brain connects the dots. They heard, everyone at the party heard everything.
