So Tiny~

so tiny~

(könig x gn! reader)

a/n: had a fever dream and I just HAD to write this 🤭

cw: dead dove do not eat, just filthy smut, mention of being fuckbuddies, possessive sex, size difference, tummy bulge, claiming, fucking while unconscious, cumming inside without permission, noncon near the end, mention of kidnapping

“S-So fuckin’ tiny~..” König never failed to choke out every time that he pushed inside of you. It was like a tradition now, praising how tight and small you were compared to the massive, hulking man on top of you.

You never failed to shed a tear every time he pushed in, his cock practically breaking you apart the first time. It luckily had gotten easier, but your hole still struggled to take him every time. He made you cum better than anyone else ever had, so it was all worth it in the end.

This time, he was too excited to wait for you to adjust before thrusting his hips, his dog tags jingling softly from his pace. Your moans made him growl, burying himself deep inside to watch your belly bulge from his massive cock. He loves doing that, your moans get so loud and cute!~

He suddenly presses your knees to your chest, making you squeal as he fucks into you over and over. König huffs, biting lovingly into your calf as he watches his big dick disappear into your hole and reappear again, his hips kissing yours every single time just to hit that spot that he knows makes your eyes roll back.

“Mmh… gonna cum in you this time- you’ll be mine-“ The giant man grunts, his grip on your thighs even tighter as he quickens his pace. Your veins run cold. He’s never done that before. You two agreed that this was just a hookup thing, not anything serious!! You try to pull yourself away from him, your legs pushing off of his broad and scarred shoulders.

“Ah ah!” He shouts, pausing his relentless thrusts to hold your down at your arms, his leg coming around and hooking his knee over your leg to keep you from kicking too much. Sweat dripped from his rough skin, mixing with yours as he descended onto you once again.

“M’ sorry… I jus’ need you so bad…” He slurs slightly, a telltale sign that he was close to cumming. He resumes the desperate thrusts of his hips, managing to pound against your sweet spot with every stroke. “Mine, mine, mine~” He chanted, punctuating every slap of his skin to yours with a claiming note. You couldn’t stop yourself from cumming all over him, gushing and shaking as he fucks you through it to reach his own high.

König’s end came quickly, his thick and hot cum spilling into you like a waterfall as his shaky hips press against yours to keep it all inside. “Alles meins…~” He whispers into your ear, his breath heavy from his orgasm. His grip stays, his fingers digging into your skin just to feel it under him. You belong here. Right here, under him. All pretty and full for him~

His eyes were blown wide, staring at your beautiful figure as he started to move again. He didn’t need long to cool down, he was so insatiable when it came to you! Orgasm upon orgasm wracked your little body, sending you into cockdrunk stupor with your eyes barely open; and even then, König refused to stop using your pretty hole. You were long unconscious, but he was still chasing that high of the crown of his cock catching on you and sinking in. He lived for that, his head falling back from how tight and perfect you are.

He planned to never let you leave. You are his, and you’ll be happy, he knows it.~

~i do not condone yandere behavior/noncon irl~

may I request a snippet of a vampire visiting his arch nemesis (vampire slayer) who’s terminally ill and taunting her that he could turn her if he wanted to and she wouldn’t be able to stop him? preferably 1800s setting. if you don’t have time or you just don’t want to that is completely fine!

"I haven't invited you in." Even now, despite everything, she didn't have to open her eyes to sense him there. To feel the chill of him like death itself had finally come.

"Your servant did," the vampire replied. "When I asked after you. I was most concerned for your welfare."

She cracked open her eyes, even if it would do no good, even when it took far more effort than it should have to fix her blurry vision upon him. She was too weak to fight. It was better to pretend to be careless than to confront the fact that she couldn't stop him even if she saw him coming. Her hand still fumbled for the wooden stake at her bedside - old instinct.

"You smell like death." His head tilted as he approached her bedside with uncanny grace, examining her. "Are you frightened?"

"I do not fear death."

"No." He sat down on the edge of mattress, and took her frail hand in his, preventing her from seizing the weapon with a damning ease. She tried to jerk away from the touch to no avail. He held her fist on his knee and patted it in an obscene parody of comfort. "You fear becoming like me. You fear living, and all that living will demand of you."

She swallowed, eyeing him. "You are not alive."

He looked it though. Certainly, out of the two of them, nobody could be blamed for thinking her the walking corpse rather than the reverse. He was as radiant and beautiful as he had been the day they met, when she had only been a foolish young girl, all those years ago. For a moment, just the briefest moment, she had thought him an angel.

No one knew, exactly, what was wrong with her. They only knew they couldn't help her. She only knew she did not have long left.

"Is that why you hid yourself?" he asked. "So I would not save you?"

"You are nobody's salvation either, least of all mine."

"You would not be able to stop me." He turned her hand over in his, exposing the startling blue of her veins. She had become pallid. Thin. A paper hunter, to be blown away with a breath. He traced a nail gently over the line, threatening to break skin. "I could turn you. You would despite that, wouldn't you, Miss Harper?"

Panic thundered in her chest, exhausted though her heart may have been. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

She could scream for help, but no one in the house would be able to stop him either. They didn't know him. She made another lunge for the stake.

He caught her other wrist, plucking it from the air and settling it back down at her side. He smiled.

She refused to beg. She refused to let tears prickle her eyes.

"If you damn me, you will die," she hissed, instead. "I will have all eternity to finish you-"

"Assuming you even want to."

"Of course I would want to!"

"Why would you want to?" His smile grew. "You would be a soulless monster, as you claim me to be. What care would you have for my actions, then? You may even be grateful for the new existence I have granted you. Aren't you the first to preach that a vampire is not the same creature as they were in life?"

She was. She did.

"By that reckoning, you cannot guarantee that your salvation," she spat the word like it was poison, hoarse though her voice was, "will be the torment you wish it to be either. If I am so changed as to spare you then I imagine I would be so changed as to welcome your curse as a gift. And." She tried for a smile of her own, twisted though it was. "I cannot imagine you would want any happiness for me, let alone an eternal pleasure." She let the smile drop for contempt. "Your sly attempts at cruelty only reveal your own deception."

He laughed. "I see this ill health of yours has not yet clouded your mind, Miss Harper."

She heard the words only distantly; the impassioned speech had inflamed something in her ruined body, bringing about a sharp coughing fit that had her writhing and gasping wracked for air. The tears prickled to her eyes all the same as the seconds passed and she couldn't get it to stop.

His laughter stopped. He made a soothing murmur, nonsensical, and no less mocking for its pretence at easing her pain, easing her to sit up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. When she finally managed to catch her breath again, there was an odd expression on his unreadable countenance, if only for a mere heartbeat before it was gone.

She didn't think the two of them had ever been in this close proximity. She flinched back.

"How the mighty fall." He was cold now, disdainful of her mortality exposed in all its vulnerability. "This is quite pitiful."

Still, he did not let go of her hands, even as he set her back down upon the bed.

"You are correct," he said, more briskly. "Turning you would not be a satisfying victory if it did not torture you so exquisitely. What else, then?" He hummed, thoughtful, and his eyes, too, were cold. All the truths of him revealed. "Perhaps I will parade your servants and helpers before you? Spill their blood across your deathbed as a farewell gift?"

She shivered and glared. She could not stop him from that course of action either; not without dying, and fast, so as to take away all motivation.

"I will have to think on it, won't I? For now..." He let go of her hand, furthest from the stake, and bit down into his own wrist.

"Mmph." She didn't haven't opportunity to protest before he'd forced the spilled blood to her lips, with all of their terrible healing and awful promise.

"I think." He shifted position, looming over her like the illustrations in an old fairytale, and flashed her the same smile as when they first met. "I will give you a few more weeks. This is only too entertaining."

Her death, to him, had always been his to take.

I just had a thought… working at the bakery within walking distance of the yandere art school. Freshly graduated from the culinary arts program, you are the store’s sweet heart with a sweet smile and chipper disposition. Who’s spending way too much on pastries to see you every day?

i've thought about putting a culinary arts program - but im not sure if it actually counts as art...and my only reasoning for this is because of an anime (Magic-Kyun Renaissance) bc it's an anime about a magic art school and one of the characters becomes a master at pastries and cooking...it's a good show tho-

Narancia came with Guido, who wouldn't stop raving about this new sweets shop, and decided to see if the bakery had anything he'd like. He liked sweets and he was free at the moment. Just the display window had Narancia's mouth watering, all of the beautifully decorated cakes, light and fluffy cream puffs, crispy and golden tarts and pies, and so on. And then he met you - you were so...pretty. You smiled like an angel, you talked with a voice of silk, and you were so kind to everyone you helped. You even helped him pick out something he might like, settling on an orange tart. It was so delicious, he could of cried. You decided to chat with him since the bakery was kinda empty at the moment - you looked at him with such bright eyes when he talked about his different woodwork projects and his major. You just graduated the culinary section of the school and loved the neighborhood and general area so much that you made your shop here - and that you were pretty much making everything he saw in front of him. Oh, he would definitely be coming back - he wanted try the orange pound cake and he wanted to keep talking to you. Narancia comes by everyday to order some orange dessert and talk to you - you even give him samples of secret creations since he came by everyday. Don't be surprised when you're given a brand new wooden rolling pin, with such detailed carvings to make an imprint on the pastry dough. Narancia couldn't help but let his mind wander off...Taking you out of that cramped kitchen and into his house, baking and smiling for just him.

Guido is quite the foodie, especially loving Dolce and different cakes. He saw that you just opened up and decided to swing by after buying some supplies for his newest project. His stomach rumbled with just the smell of freshly-baked cake wafting into the air. And then he sees the cutie who was running the place - he remembered seeing you around the cafeteria area but you mostly stayed in the culinary section of the school. He regretted not talking to you earlier - You were so sweet and kind, helping him pick out the most delectable strawberry cake and laughing and beaming with pride when Guido complemented your cake. Guido definitely comes by often - to either eat cake or a quick pastry or to just chat you up. He was gonna tell Pannacotta about this place...But decided not to. He just wanted to be in your eyes a little longer. Like seeing you press a strawberry past his lips and smiling and giggling like an innocent angel...Oh, how he wanted to protect this smile. Guido even finds excuses to go to your bakery, just to see his sweet little chef. He'll definitely try to sweeten you up and try to get you to go out with him, it'll ease his mind even when he sees you chatting with the other male customers or that person you work with - Squalo.

Ghiaccio is a secret sweet tooth, he doesn't wanna deal with the bullshit he'll get for liking such sugary sweets. So he goes in private to different bakeries and shops for his fix. He just happened to walk by a display window of rather delectable macarons and tarts and decided to stop in. He's rather cold and uninviting, going straight to the point and ordering what he wanted. Ghiaccio watched you run around in the back kitchen since it was just you tonight, chattering and asking Ghiaccio. Letting him know that you just graduated from the school and opened your shop because you liked the area so much. Ghiaccio found it odd that you were so eager to learn about him - asking if he went there, what his major was, what he planned to do afterwards. No one really ever asked him or was interested, since he was usually reprimanded from his family of lawyers that he wanted to be an artist. It was just weird to have someone genuinely interested in him. He'll come back, but he says its because they were really good macrons. You even see him light up at the taste. He swings by for his usual order and it's usually quiet, but he begins to warm up to you. His heart throbbing when you just smile at him or listen to him rant, or even when you told him you just made a fresh batch of the macrons he liked because you knew he was coming in today. Ghiaccio felt...Loved. Like he could be himself with you. He'd cuss himself out for thinking romantic thoughts of you and melt at the thought of even just kissing you and seeing you smile just for him. But...the unexplainable rage he felt when he found out you mostly had a staff of men. His teeth ground and anger filled his brain when he saw that man, Carne, dare to touch his filthy hands on you or to even talk to you. He didn't belong there, none of them did...In fact, none of these cretins deserve to even be around you. You were his special person.

Noriaki was tired, dealing with his pack of grade schoolers and teaching them how to paint, breaking up paint fights, and etc. He needed a pick me up. He was gonna get coffee, but saw the delectable sweets you had displayed in the window - maybe something sugary can help. He couldn't deny how charming and delightful you were, and the pastries you made were simply delicious - his favorites had to be the cherry tart and the cherry cheesecake. He was delighted to talk to you, and he had someone to talk about his rowdy kids to since you were so interested. Noriaki could tell you had it in for him as well, with how you looked at him and those sweet smiles - not to be a narcissist, but he had plenty of people look at him like that in the past when they were crushing hard. He'd order from you for his students when they were doing well or for events. But he mostly came by for himself, chatting with you and enjoying your presence. You must put something in these baked goods, because he felt like cupid struck and arrow into his heart...So much that you were in his mind 24/7...He could black out and realize he made such a beautiful panting of you, either with the sweet smile and looking all innocent...Or his mind wandering and painting more lewd things, something that looked like cream on your face as you smile and take it...Oh, how he wanted to break that sweet and delightful person...

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