Do I Or Do I Not Write For Venom...
Do I or do I not write for Venom...
Thots?
(Some monster smut below the cut)

He likes it; likes to hear your frantic fucking screams when he shoves himself inside. Likes to hear and see you cry, watching your body take him. Likes when you wrap yourself around him in your shivering human skin only to fall back down when he presses himself to your chest. The way you move is mesmerizing; he likes to see you crumble and fall apart because of him. Because he knows it's him, it's him.
He's consumed by it, his mind forgetting the part of Eddie that keeps him alive. When he's like this, when you're like this, it's only you, only the two of you. You're the only thing that makes him feel alive and worth it because you're his to attack and wreck and fucking ruin. And at the same time to keep. To keep safe and happy and sane.
"V-Venom," You cling to him, or you try to, anyway.
"Venom." It's a soft word, the way it's spoken, the way your croaking voice breaks when he shoves himself in to the hilt.
Eddie gets jealous. He doesn't like seeing Venom like this, but at the same time, he understands. You're not just his, you're theirs.
"Tiny," He growls, his tongue flailing out before falling onto your face, capturing your jaw and licking up the side of your cheek.
There's drool and sweat and cum, all over your face and neck, your body. You can't tell if it's his or Eddie's but it's likely both.
"Tiny, little thing." He says, the words a low vibrational hum through his chest. "And so very good."
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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Predator x reader?
Leads to smut (0u0")
Where he breaks into he readers house/apartment for safety, he looks around and his heat sensors pick up the readers body heat.. He notices she's mostly defenseless but searchers her for weapons.. in the process he's touching her everywhere then leaves. he comes back a few nights later to see her and then BOOM SMUTTY SMUT!
This. . . This is just amazing! Ofc, and enjoy the treat. I'm gonna use Scar boy from AvP, he's my favorite Yautja out of them all heheheh. This is also my first monster/predator smut so. . . Please do be gentle with the comments if u don't approve đ„č
A/n: the Yautjas can roughly speak human languages, I'm using this from the end scene of Predator (1987) movie. I'll give them a reason to speak as well, don't worry. There's a plot for that lol.

Mission XXXIV-XXXV
Pairing: !Yautja!Scar x !F!Shy!Reader
Summary: After making an escape from the Alien Queen, Scar manages to hide away within an empty homeânot knowing who was still there and wide awake. After finding and searching the shy human to make sure that she was no threat, she was rather aroused by the strange creature's lingering touches. When he leaves, he can't get the woman out of his mind, causing the Yautja to run back to where she was just a few nights later to finish what he had unintentionally started.
Warnings: Blood and gore, death, adult language, eventual smut, gentle sex (Scar a horny mf but he's a gentle giant imo), size kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks), fluff, anonymous ending.
Part 2
Minors DNI đ 18 below the cut
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Many things happen for a reason, times of events line up for destruction or something wonderful. Not right now apparently, not for Scar. This was destruction, he wiped out the rampant Xenomorph younglings, now the Queen was left. She was raging with fury as she searched for the few Yautjas who were hiding and planning their ways to kill the unforgiving creature.
Scar was woundedâbleeding out the neon green substance from his left shoulder. He shouldn't have let his guard down, he could've spotted that one Xenomorph that leapt at him. At least he made it out alive, he'll make it back to his planet soon. He entered a home, it was dark but he used his mask to read the room. Everything was clear, before he saw the acidic burn on a book that fell onto the floor from the fallen bookshelf.
His guard was already on high alert, his weapon at hand as he slowly approached a broken door where he saw a tail of a Xenomorph lying lifeless. It was already dead, he scanned the room once more, this time using the heat sensor built within his mask. He caught the glowing body within the dark kitchen, the lights flickered on by her trembling hand. She seemed to stunned to even react by the giant watching her, her clothes were disheveled, a few cuts on her arms but not too much damage.
She didn't move from her place, still taking in who this was. "You're one of them. . ." She muttered before her eyes moved to the side. Scar followed her gaze and saw one of his fallen brothers dead in the corner, impaled through the chest most likely from the Xenomorph itself. His neon green blood coated his stilled chest and the ground beneath him.
". . . I didn't know. . . what to do. . . he tried to. . ." She whispered. Scar looked at the dead alien next, seeing that it's head and neck was severely wounded by one of the Yautjas weapons: A Wrist Scythe.
He looked to her and saw the weapon around her arm that she must've taken from the corpse to defend herself from the Xenomorph. "I-I'm s-so sorry. . ." She mumbled. His mandibles clicked as he lifted his hand and held out his index fingers, slowly circling his wristâtelling her to turn around. She read his silent command and turned around, dropping the Wrist Scythe she held behind her back as she rested her hands against the wall.
Scar scanned her body, reading the wounds she sustained as his large claws grazed over her smaller arms. His entire hand could wrap around her neck if he dare harmed her, but he was simply checking for any hidden weapons she may have carried. Gently letting his hands lower down from the sides of her breasts to her waist and hips, his large hands then clasped over her left thigh. The bridge between his thumb and index finger softly brushed against her sensitive nether regions.
She silently scolded herself to stop thinking about such disgusting thoughts, she didn't even know what this thing was or what was happening. Y/n was a shy person, not really out there in the dating or hookup life. But her thoughts were rather intrusive about this strange being that was touching her.
She felt her face heat up from the unintentional touch, he moved on and checked her other thighâagain, touching her nether regions. Palming around her calf before he stood back up and towered over her frame, his shadow completely swallowed her own. His large mitt held her left shoulder and turned her to face him. She followed his movement and let him scan her body.
He read her vitals and smelled something. . . Something rare for any Yautja to smell from a human, her very own arousal, her vitals showed that her heart was beating erratically, a sign of nervousness while her body heat rose significantly, her pupils widened as she looked away from him. She was healthy and stable, but aroused and nervous around him. Scar stepped back and looked at the fallen Yautja, Y/n slowly slid down the wall and sighed.
". . . Um. . . I. . . I'm Y/n. . . Not that, you'd need to know. . . or anything. . ." She said, Scar looked down at her, his dreadlocks hanging over his shoulders as he tilted his head. His mask translating her words into his own language, his understanding of the human languages and different types were vaguely known to his species. Only a rare few of Yautja elders knew the humans entire lot of languages by memory, no mask needed for translation.
Scar was learning bit by bit each day he spends on earth hunting down worthy opponents, and Bad Bloods. "You're hurt. . ." Her shying voice said, bringing Scar's attention back to her, "Your shoulder is bleeding. . . are. . . are you okay?"
Clicking his mandibles again, he grabbed the items he needed and started to clean his wound and patch it up. Y/n grunted as she stood up and wandered towards the dead Xenomorph, she watched it, lightly kicking it's leg to see if it really was dead. . . which it was.
After he finished patching his injury when he saw Y/n standing by the body. It twitched just a little bit caused her to jump back and squeak with fear, making Scar's mandibles click in a chuckling way at her reaction. She growled and kicked the body before looking at Scar who was checking outside for any sign of the Queen nearby. The coast was clear and he turned to pick up his fallen brother's body.
"W-Wait!" She gasped when he walked out of the door, he paused in his step and glanced at her as she stumbled out of her house while watching him with a tiny glimmer of appreciation. ". . . D-Do you have a name?" She asked him.
Scar didn't say or do anything as a response, he looked away and continued to walk away, leaving the girl alone.
~Three Days Later~
He couldn't stop thinking about her voice, her eyes, the shy voice and her smell. He refused to go back to her for three days, for those three days he still couldn't stop thinking about her. Her bravery to take on a Xenomorph, one that even a Yautja couldn't defeat.
His species never mated for life, they simply procreated to reproduce for their species. To grow more warriors for more hunts, their mating wasn't loving either. The females were known to be rough and quite deadly with the males, just making it out alive and injured was considered lucky after their mating.
But after that, they'd go their separate ways. Mating with others and every four hundred days, they'd all mate again for reproduction. But here was a Yautja, searching for the same female he had ran into by accident, a female who wasn't even a part of his species, no, of course, she was human. A species that was noteworthy of being their opponents to hunt and kill, perhaps even ally with.
But something. . . Something shined from this human, and it wasn't because of the thermal scan. This human, this female human of the human race killed a Xenomorph when one of his kind failed to do so. She wasn't a regular human, she was a warrior.
Scar quietly remained perched up in a tree as his scanners searched her house. The damaged parts of the house were cleaned up and repaired over the days, the light in her bedroom was the only thing on. There he saw her exit the restroom, wearing nothing but a towel around her body as she brushed through her semi-dried hair. She seemed low and lonely as she sat on her bed, not even hearing the camouflaged Predator entering her home.
~Y/n pov~
I turned and looked at my folded clothes to wear; it's been three days, whoever that creature was isn't coming back. I already know that's the truth, but it's so hard to accept. For those three days, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Those large hands, the claws, those dreadlocks and his large abs lining his abdomen. Fishnets on his legs, his large build, his tall height.
He couldn't be just six feet, he had to be close to seven at least. I felt stupid when I remembered how I touched myself last night, thinking about him in such erotic ways. I don't even know what he was or who he was, and yet there I wasâfinger fucking myself over him.
He didn't even answer me or anything, I don't even know if he had a name. I was more pissed off at myself as I stood to grab my clothes, I opened my shirt and sighed as I turned around. Gasping as I dropped the piece of clothing when my eyes landed on the behemoth in front of me. Him. . . It was him! He was here. . .
He was back. . . But. . . why? Shit, what is he going to do? Kill me? Finish whatever job he had to be here? He stepped forward and I couldn't move, I was either scared or really brave to face this giant. . . I highly doubt that I was brave, I was just petrified. I saw him raise his hand at me, was he going to strangle me? Break my neck? I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, maybe he'll make it quick.
But that anticipation was for nothing, I slightly gasped when his claw dragged against my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to see his fingers gentle caressing my skin with care, it really showed me how truly big he was. His hand could cover my entire face, I looked up at his metal covered mask, those dreadlocks were out of this world. Hesitance drowned my confidence as I lifted my hand towards him, slowly and steadily.
He didn't move or growl, that was a good sign. . . right?
I let the tip of my index finger brush one of his dreadlocks, he seemed to have shuddered from the contact. I moved my handâthinking I did something to cause him discomfort, but that was debunked when his hand held my much smaller wrist. He brought it up to encircle one of his dreadlocks, it felt smooth, rubbery almost, fake to the touch. But it was real nonetheless.
"Y-You're back. . . Why did you come back?" I asked him with a stutter lining my words. I heard the familiar clicking come from behind his mask, I didn't understand what he was saying but I saw his hand lift towards the tubes connected to the side of his mask before pulling them out. A hiss of air was heard when his hand lifted the disguise.
I didn't know what to think when I saw his face, those large mandibles, sharp pointed teeth, sharp and deadly eyes. Never in my life have I seen a creature like him, this was an extraterrestrial level. Forget E.T, this guy definitely takes the cake. I lifted my hand and grazed my finger over his lower jaw mandibles, they clicked and spread open to reveal his teeth within.
I couldn't stop looking at him, but when I did I glanced at the towel I was wearing. My heart rate picked up as I argued back in forth in my head. What if this is truly the last time I ever see him? He'll be gone, what if he forgets about me? This is my only chance, I've never done this before, but this'll be one hell of a first time story for anyone to hear.
I closed my eyes and gulped before bringing my hand towards my towel, I looked back at the creature before pulling the cloth looseâfeeling it fall down to my ankles and the cool air breeze across my bare breasts. I shuddered as the coolness, but kept my eyes on his. His clicking grew to a low growl, almost like a warning sign.
Did I read the signs wrong-? oh fuck! I can't even get a regular guy and here I am, not even getting a damn alien or whatever he was toâ"Bee-U-Tiff-all. . ." His semi-audible voice growled out. I gasped at the wonder of his voice, it sounded like he tried to put the words together correctly, but with struggle of course. I grew a light smile as I placed my hand on his chest.
"I don't know. . . if you can understand what I'm saying but: you. . . are the most amazing thing I've ever seen walk the earth. . ." I said to him. His large calloused hand slithered up my arm and towards my neck, his thumb gently pushed my chin to look up at him. His large head tilted to the side as he used his unintelligible clicking to communicate to me.
"I don't understand what you're saying. . . But if you mean. . ." I glanced at my bed then back at him, I took his hand and led him near it before I let him go, crawling backwards on the bed and watched him, "If I'm misinterpreting whatever you're trying to say. . . Then I'm sorry. . . But if I'm right. . . Then can you. . . be gentle? I-I've never. . . did this." I mumbled awkwardly.
He seemed to have understood that rather quickly when he held my ankle and lifted it, like he was examining my skin before he rested his knee on the bed. Pulling me closer and spreading my legs, I whimpered at my exposed place. He's ten times my size, yet he's being gentle as he could be. Maybe this will feel good like my friends say.
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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not good! Oh fuck! I was laying on my stomach, my ass was perched up and this thing was hovering over my back while his unnatural massive cock was prodding at my unexplored entrance. His hands were locked on my waist as he rubbed himself against me, I mewled from the sensation, it was some sort of friction for me.
He was so big, I was terrified on how he'll even make it fit inside of me. I'll barely get the tip in alone! Without warning me, he turned me over on my back again and knelt on the ground. He held my thighs open before letting his forked tongue run over my clitâthere I gasped as I clenched the bedsheets.
"Ah!" I moaned, it was a strange feeling, but it felt good. I heard his growling rumbling within his chest as his hands squeezed my thighs. I wanted to touch him, but I wasn't sure of what he was comfortable with so I kept my hands to myself. I felt his mandibles slightly dif into my pelvic area as his lower ones cupped the backs of my rear, his tongue then slithered inside of my glistening petals and through my cunt.
My legs started to shake when his tongue flickered over my clit as he started to tease my labia. I felt my sweat beginning to form over my chest and forehead, I started to feel the tightening string building inside of me. He fully plunged his tongue deeper inside of me and struck the cordâmy back lifting off the bed as I bit my hand to not moan out loud. With trembling legs and the flash of white blurring my vision, I didn't even see or feel him turn me back over on my stomach.
But I did feel that initial sting when his cock pushed into me, I used my pillow to squeal into as he added more pressure. Slowly but surely breaking through my hymen, my tears started to sting my eyes as his hands pushed down my shoulderâmaking my chest lay flat on the bed as I endured it.
His cock was large, too large, it filled me up as he started to slowly thrust, each thrust made his length dig deeper inside of me. I choked on my whimper as he slammed against my cervix, "FUCK!" I screamed out. He remained still and lowly purred beside my head, not moving and letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets, I whined when he slightly moved. He was growling while letting his hands touch my body, I felt his dreadlocks drag across my skin.
After a minute or so, he slowly pulled back and pushed forward. Filling me again, he surely reached the deepest parts of me. Mewls and gasps came from me as he continued with his slow motions, rolling his hips into me and growling, letting out snarls and purrs as he clenched my hipsâhis claws digging into my skin to resist the urge to go faster. I appreciated the thought, but was terrified if he did let loose on me.
"Ah, Ngh! K-keep goi-NG!" I moaned while hugging my pillow with tears. I felt my sweat beginning to coat my forehead and my back, I felt him lower down and lick the shell of my ear with his forked tongue. A whimper flowed from my lips when he picked up the pace just a bit, I could feel his balls hitting my clit just right. They were so big slapping against me; I choked on my air when he pulled me up on his chest.
He hugged my waist and started to thrust into me again, I reached towards one of his locks and brought it to my lips to kiss. He roared and started to grope my breasts while thrusting quicker, each thrust was heavy and deep. His scale like arms held me tight, his claws tracing over my nipples as his mandibles clicked right next to my ear.
My body felt like it was going to split in half from his cock, I was shocked by my moaning and my begging for more of him. I held his arm while I shut my eyes to enjoy this overriding pleasure, my orgasm was approaching as he continued to grind against me. He laid me down again and snarledâdigging his nails into my flesh as he restrained himself, I bit the pillow and squealed when the ball tightening within me snapped.
My back arched as I pushed against him, moaning as I felt my desire squirt out of me. That white bliss glossed over my vision, leaving small black dots to see as he continued to grind against me. He didn't stop, his thrusting grew more intense as he clawed at the sheets to avoid harming meâI covered my ears when he roared out. Then gasping when he finished inside of me.
It felt warm, and thickâI could feel his thick desire coating the walls of my uterus and filling my cunt to the brim. His dreadlocks were dragging over my shoulders as he slowly got up from me, I winced feeling him pull out from me. I felt his cum leaking out of me. I felt so tired, drained of all my energy.
His arms gently turned me over, my eyes felt droopy, they started to close when I felt him cover me with a blanket and pick me up before his deep voice growled out, "Scâaar."
Unaware of where he was taking me. I don't know how long I was out but I was still sleeping. Until I heard more clicking and snarls from other creatures near me.
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TALK DIRTY TO ME
how konig, ghost, and price talk dirty in bed.
thirsts : open
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konig is surprisingly vocal when heâs rutting into you, though itâs probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because heâs just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.
âfeels sâfucking goodââ he mindlessly babbles out.
his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.
âsuch a greedy pussy,â he groans out with another roll of his hips. âkeeps suckinâ me back inâŠâ
you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck â transfixed â on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.
âjust begging for me to fill ya up,â he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has könig fucking into you even harder.
âsâthat what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?â
price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. heâs always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job youâre doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just canât help but spoil you.
âmhmm, just like that, baby.â he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.
thereâs a smirk on his face that he canât even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks youâre adorable when youâre like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, heâd have to deal with that later.
âdoing so well,â he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. âbut you donât think youâre gonna make me cum just from this, do you?â
it doesnât take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.
âfeels good, doesnât it?â his movements are slow and controlled, he knows youâre close â he can feel it â but heâs not going to reward you unless you use yours words.
âcome on, princess. all you have to do is beg and iâll have you screaming for meâŠâ
everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesnât actually notice what heâs saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.
âyouâre such a fuckinâ slut for me even your pussy knows it.â he practically growls. âlook at this sloppy mess youâre making.â
he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. âjusâ gonna slip in with how wet you are..â
your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know heâs right, thereâs no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when heâs pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.
âfuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.â he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.
the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and itâs not surprising that youâre already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.
âthatâs it, thereâs my slutty girl.â his raspy laugh fills the silence. âstop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.â
Dominant! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, forced pregnancy/breeding kink, size kink, somnophilia, cock warming, implied AFAB reader, abuse of physical strength (consensual), implied sadism, light fluff, smut, smut, more smut, POSSESSIVE König, a pun is hidden in here somewhere, stomach bulging, pregnancy mentioned, marking, edging, breath play (?), petnames, etc.
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The thought of this behemoth as a top dom makes my insides hurt.
He may be socially anxious, but my god, this man does NOT shy away from you.
Specifically, doesn't shy away from making you his bitch in the bedroom.
He's a 6'10 trained killer and KNOWS how to use his sheer mass against you.
Gets off on watching you struggle under him when he pins you to the bed, grinding into you, both of you knowing there's no way you can stop him.
Definitely into consensual non-con.
And breeding.
My god, he loves to breed you.
Forced breeding/pregnancy kink đ„Ž.
"You'll mother my children whether you like it or not, maus."
Also loves filling you with his cum to the point your stomach bulges.
"Nobody else will ever have you like this," he rasps into your ear, watching the outline of his cock sliding beneath the skin of your stomach as he ploughs into you. "I'll kill them before they can."
He'll bend you into any position your body will allow to make sure he's hitting any and every spot he can.
If you're actively trying for a child, he'll practically have you chained down to the bed, filling you, AT LEAST, four to five times a day. Upwards of six on the days he's particularly horny or desperate.
"You're mine. All mine. And everyone will know when you're swollen with my child."
He actually does tie you down to the bed sometimes, and makes sure you're sat with your legs up against the headboard, ensuring that gravity increases your chances of impregnation to the best they could possibly be.
Man shoots heavy loads as well, so you're overflowing most of, if not all the time.
König is extremely possessive.
Loves to mark you. Anywhere and everywhere, visible or not. He just needs you to know who you belong to. Anyone else knowing is simply an added bonus.
Relates back to his breeding kink and his need for control and ownership.
SIZE KINK.
He lives for the obvious size difference between the two of you.
He loves the genuine panic in your eyes the first time you had sex together, telling him that you didn't think he would fit.
He does.
Just about.
He makes it all fit in.
His favourite position is missionary so he can watch your reaction to him ravaging you, as well as his cock bruising your insides whenever he thrusts.
Is also a fan of making threats to you.
Consensually.
Man's a sadist; he thrives on the fear on your face whenever he grabs your throat and starts squeezing, saying how he could "break your neck like a twig" at any time.
He wouldn't, obviously. He loves you too much to actually hurt hurt you.
He also loves how much you trust him, literally putting your life in his hands for him to do with as he pleases.
Calls you things like "Little one,"; "Princess,"; "Angel,"; and "Mama/Mutter," (meaning 'mama' and 'mother' in German, respectively).
And, wouldn't you know it, links back to his breeding kink.
That, or he has a mommy kink, which...I can definitely see him having.
But that's reserved for the days he's letting you ride him. When he's fucking you against the pillows, he's calling you "Mutter" because, yet again, breeding kink.
Makes sure to take his time with you whenever you have sex.
He knows and you know that his talents are not for a shortform session, instead reserved for the long evenings where he can use, fill and destroy you.
Very attentive to your needs, and uses that power to edge you.
Constantly.
Big fan of foreplay, especially in the forced breeding scenarios.
King (or should I say König??âŠI'm sorry) of aftercare.
Bathes with you, brings you food, makes sure you're comfortable.
After all, you end up taking quite a beating from his stamina and strength, regardless of how satisfied you feel afterwards.
One more thing: massive fan of somnophilia.
Links back to his breeding and non-con kink (as everything does).
Sometimes he'll just wake up in the middle of the night with a huge hard-on like :/
Then he sees you sleeping soundly next to him and he's like >:)
Makes sure not to wake you, though his size does make you stretch in a way that can be painful, and he can tell whenever you make a gentle noise of resistance in your sleep.
Once he's filled you, he'll just stay inside you. All night. Making sure all of his semen remains swimming inside you.
Cock warming #1 fan over here.
And cock warming fan #2 is you lmao.
Btw, if you do end up getting pregnant, you are literally never leaving the house.
He'll refuse to let you do any of the chores, shopping, or errands, giving you little reason to leave aside from to see family and friends, which König understands is important to you.
Always wants to come with you, and always will unless you expressly tell him not to.
He'll understand, but he'll be worried if you're gone for a lengthy period of time without letting him know you're okay.
Wouldn't pester you, though. He doesn't want to be one of those partners who's basically a helicopter parent.
Overall, König loves and trusts you with every inch of him and wants nothing more than to make you happy and raise a (very) large family with you :>
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König x Petite Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Non-Explicit Implications of Sexual Content, Petite Reader, Size Kink, Jealous König, Insecure König, Implied 141 x Reader, Petnames, No Pronouns used for Reader except âYouâ.
A/N: Forgot that I'd already written this once before, so here we are with more König x Petite Reader Headcanons ! Just see this as some extra content for our beloved König and his smol s/o <3
When it comes to you, this man is F E R A L
Genuinely cannot believe how perfect you are.
Constantly jokes about how he could fit you in the palm of his hand.
And once, to shut him up, you proved him right by sitting on his open hand when he wasnât expecting it and gave him a smug look.
âThere,â you said, folding your arms over your chest. âYou can fit me in your palm.â
König tried not to think of how close he was to your special parts, how warm you felt on him.
He had to disappear to the bathroom for a few minutes afterwards, and when he returned, his face was flushed and he could barely look you in the eye.
Heâs never been the same after that. Any trace of a size kink he had before has been amplified to such an extent that heâs taken to hiding your clothes so youâll have to wear his.
And he just canât keep his hands off you whenever you do.
âMy my, Engel,â he says, one hand sliding around your waist and pulling you closer to him, the other drawing the hem of his shirt further and further up your thighs.
âWhat could you be hiding under here ?â
Calls you his Mini Maus.
âBecause youâre just so tiny and precious !â he gushes.
And since youâre so small compared to him, he treats you as if youâre fragile, like an endangered species of flower.
Concerning intimacy at the beginning of your relationship, König was concerned that he was too big for you.
But, when you put his mind at ease (and challenge him) â âI bet I can take you, Köni~â â youâre in for it.
Königâs fighting spirit wonât let you off easy.
When heâs feeling more dominant, he bunches your wrists into one of his hands while he sits on top of you, his other hand slipping beneath your (his) shirt and slithering round the band of your underwear.
âPretty little thing,â he says, a dangerous smile at his lips. âAll weak and defenseless.â He leans down, his eyes dark and wild. âJust for me.â
If you try to struggle (consensually), heâll smack you through your underwear. And not gently, either.
âDonât test me, Mini,â he says, his grip about your wrists tightening. âYou donât know what Iâm like when Iâm angry.â
He loooooves fitting his hands around your waist.
Especially when he finds that his hands wrap around your middle and his fingers touch.
Size kink: upgraded.
He gets lowkey jealous if you ask someone else to reach something for you.
Will sulk about it.
âI just donât see why you had to ask Ghost to get it for you,â heâll say, frowning as he lies in bed.
You sigh, putting your book down.
âKönig, you werenât even here !â you say. âAnd I was starving !â
König knows heâs being unreasonable, but he canât help but feel like he can be easily replaced.
Especially when he knows the rest of the 141 would gladly drop everything to be with you.
Heâs not stupid, heâs seen the way they look at you.
A few minutes alone together and a kind word â âYouâre so perfect, Köni~ My big, big boy,â â will set him straight.
Loves showing you off to his friends. His acquaintances arenât safe, either.
Heâll stand you before him and show you off to his associates like: âLook, this is my partner ! Arenât they beautiful ?!â
So help him god if anyone tries to show you up or disagree.
Youâll never see them again.
And neither will anyone else.
König loves you more than life itself, and regardless of his insecurities or your unwavering ability to have anyone you could ever want, heâs glad you chose him <3
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