Imagine Your Yautja Mate Giving You Kisses By Slowly And Gently Running Their Mandibles Along Your Jaw

Imagine your Yautja mate giving you “kisses” by slowly and gently running their mandibles along your jaw and neck; playfully nuzzling and nipping at your soft skin.

Imagine their purring and little clicks getting louder when you wrap your arms around their broad frame and hold onto them tightly, all the while giggling and encouraging their affections.♡

König w/ a Pregnant S/O

Warnings: Pregnancy, implications of smut, Fem Reader, FLUFF, profanity, very brief paranoia/angst, etc.

He'd always wanted to be a father; he'd made it no secret to you.

But he was terrified of the implication - the fact that he may not be equipped to handle the responsibility of raising another human.

He'd also made no attempt at keeping that a secret from you, either.

"Come on," you said, folding his laundry. You spared him a smile. "Big guy like you scared of an infant?"

You were joking, of course, and König couldn't help but crack a smile.

You sighed. "I know it's a big change for us, love--" you turned and took his hand in yours and placed it over where your child was.

"But I have every confidence that we can do it." Your smile widened, and König could only wait until your child would be here to see if that were true.

In the meantime, König began making preparations.

Quite early, one might add.

You stumbled into the spare room one day to see half a crib and König sat beside it, reading the instructions upside down.

"Still can't make sense of it," he said, and you couldn't tell if it was to you or himself.

He looked up at you, a bashful smile crossing his features.

"König, honey, don't you think it's a bit early to be setting up the nursery now?"

König looked at you as if you'd grown another head.

"But there are only thirty-four weeks left until they're here! We want to make sure we're prepared, don't we?"

You couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so you tried to help with the nursery as best you could.

And by 'help', König had resigned you to sitting on a bed of cushions he'd made for you nearby while he did all the work.

"Really, König, I can still move around just fine-"

"I'm not having my wife do manual labour while she's carrying my child." He didn't even turn to look at you; his tone was absolute and stern - something you rarely heard from König. It made you feel safe. Protected.

Hours passed and the crib was finally constructed.

You'd secretly helped by finding stray screws which had migrated to your corner of the room, placing them next to König when he wasn't looking.

And there he stood, a gleaming smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. Pride is what you would call it.

You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling his muscular abdomen beneath your hands.

"Seeing as you've done such a good job," you began, voice low and playful. König's back straightened, like he could anticipate what you were going to say.

"How about a reward?" You swayed behind him, as if trying to influence his judgement; Justice's scales.

König peeled your hands from his front and took them in his, turning to face you.

"I would love to, believe me, I would! But..."

"But...?" You couldn't lie; the paranoia of König baseless decision to no longer be intimate with you because he found you unsightly due to your pregnancy crossed your mind.

He chased away your fears immediately, a despairing glimmer appearing in his eyes.

"What if it'll hurt the baby?" He said it in an almost-whisper, as if his unborn child could hear him.

You let out a smile of relief and sighed.

"Köni, sweetie, that's not gonna happen," you said, smoothing your thumbs over the back of his hands. He cast you a cautious glance.

"Are...are you sure?" he asked. You nodded, smiling up at him.

You tugged König towards the hallway, and he followed, still holding, and dwarfing, your hand in his.

"Come on, big guy," you said, voice almost lulling König into a trance. "Let me show you how grateful I really am."

Amongst...other activities, you and König partook in a few new hobbies, replacing the ones you could no longer indulge in now that you were pregnant.

König had taught you how to crochet a while ago, but now with all this spare time on your hands, you could crochet together for hours on end.

König told you he was making a blanket for the baby.

"I'll make it yellow, since we don't know the gender yet."

He made your heart melt with his attentiveness.

He rarely let you out of the house even during the early stages, terrified of the most improbable yet valid situations.

"What if someone comes and punches you for no reason? What if you slip on a skateboard and-"

"Köni, my beloved, I won't have to worry about that if I have you with me."

You make him feel strong - reliable (more so than he already is).

He couldn't help but feel pride swell in his chest whenever he carried your shopping for you.

Or when, once you'd begun to show, you'd get stares from people who'd noticed your glow. And then they'd see König and immediately put their head down.

König also got satisfaction out of telling everybody you were his; especially apparent to them now as they saw your bump beneath your dress.

He definitely forces the 141 to listen to him go on and on about how excited he is to be a father.

And they all sit there politely like 🧍 because they can't just leave.

They've all promised to look after you in König's absence, though.

"We'll be like your guardian angels," Soap said. His gaze drifted to Simon sat next to him. "Or ghosts."

You Soap were the only two who found that joke funny.

And you know you'll be safe with all of them, though König has had a few little sulks in bed, muttering about how "You won't need them because you have me," to which you've shown him just how much you need him.

This man is top-tier daddy material, btw.

Absolutely fuck-off Goliath of a man; NOBODY is messing with his kids.

Or you.

He cares for your every need, taking your body language to heart and rushing off to seek whatever you may want (even before you've asked for it).

He's head over heels in love with you, and he can't imagine having a family with anyone else <3

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So...

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."

This is Real: Nick Jakoby (1)

Nick Jakoby x Human!Reader

Imagine: It’s not common having a human mate, as an orc, even while being the first, and only orc police official. Nick begins to recall some events that with his human mate that reminded him just how dangerous their relationship was to his human.

Warning(s): Smut, angst, rough handling during sex, Violence, etc.

Your fingers looped around his slowly, the warmth of your fragile skin ran through his palms, a tantalizing brush of your lips ran across his lips, grazing the edges of his dulled down lower fangs. Hardly able to help the shiver running up his spine, his hand came up to cup the side of your face lovingly. Your soft lips curved upwards, creating a beautiful smile he knew he was blessed to be able to wake up too. He let’s a rumble roll through his chest, his arm’s around your waist in an instant, devouring your lips passionately.

“Somethin’ funny, Orc?”

Nick blinked, once, twice, before realizing he had been startled out of his own daydream. His head raising from the screen of his phone, where a vibrant picture of you, wearing his grey hoodie and a smile illuminating your face, stood out on the screensaver. His eyes connected with Pollard’s, whose eyes hardened at the sight of him and he could already see the sadistic smirk on his face growing.

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: obsessive behaviour, dubcon/noncon for the last few headcanons (I've put a warning if you want to stop reading)

Poorly translated German, correct me if needed!

Important note at the end!

✧°.  König is a kind of pervert who fantasizes about you, when he beats his meaty cock with his hand, imagining all of the possible scenarios in his head.

✧°.  With you bend over the surface of the table or desk and him pounding into your tight cunt from behind. Your hair falls out through his thick fingers as he tugs on them to arch your spine better.

✧°.  Perv!König can’t help but stare at your breasts from above (thanks to his height), exposed by the cleavage of your shirt. A soft, plump flesh squeezed by a little to small size of bra. Did you do that on purpose to torment him with the beautiful sight?

✧°.  He wants to sneak his warm hand under your shirt and fondle them, play with both nipples until they’re perky, before he finally laps at them with his wet mouth and sucks.

✧°.  His cock twitches painfully when he sees you with a gun holster or climbing equipment on. The stiff material digging into your plush thighs, one stripe just under the curve of your ass. It gives Perv!König the new fixation he would like to test out with you – a shibari or any other bondage. 

✧°.  Just to have you tied up like a little gift and on his sick mercy.

✧°.  But there would come time, where the fantasies, weirdly specific porn and fucking his own palm is not enough, he craves more.

✧°.  König starts to supervise your training with a gun or in a gym. Instead of just verbally correcting your aiming posture, he would stand behind you, his bulky arms wrapped around your sides. He would lean over your shoulder and whisper a few words in German. Quickly and incoherently, but you didn’t understand it anyways! You don’t know German! 

✧°.  “Fokus auf das Ziel, nicht mein Schwanz, Schlampe" [ger.: Focus on the target, not my dick, slut].”

✧°.  Perv!König is delusional as fuck. He would interpret your confusion and shyness in such situations with succumbing to his flirting. Your eyes were begging for his attention, ja? 

✧°.  He would absolutely push your limits, telling you to do a series or two more in the gym just to hear your little whines and moans due to your hard work! 

✧°.  Not to mention how König is fascinated with your scent even after such an intense workout. The sweat glistening on your smooth skin, pretty face red from exhaustion. You looked exactly just like he imagines you after being fucked stupid. 

✧°.  But even creeping on you in the gym or armory wasn’t enough for Perv!König! He still wants more! 

✧°.  I bet we can all agree that he would be a panty thief, especially those used ones. König would take them out of the laundry and rub along his painfully throbbing cock just to cum into them! 

✧°.  And then he put them back in the basket and pretended like nothing happened. Although, he was a little sad that you didn’t put them on with his warm seed still on it. 

✧°.  This way Perv!König could mark you as his girl. <3

✧°.  Perv!König would sneak to the bathroom to peek at you taking a bath or shower, admiring your naked body from a safe distance.

[Dubcon/Noncon Warning]

✧°.  If you ever happen to get super drunk while hanging out with him, Perv!König would absolutely take advantage of your easily persuasive state. Pulling you into his lap, because it’s more comfortable than a wooden chair, ja? Just to help you relax, because you seemed so nervous about getting drunk with your Colonel!

✧°.  König would place his big hand over your stomach and slowly slide down, under the hem of your pants. When you started mumbling something in your drunken state, he was quick to whisper little praises into your ear, assuring he would take good care of you. 

✧°.  His fingers easily found their way into your panties – who knows, maybe it was the same pair he jerked himself into before? Perv!König took his time playing with you, rubbing your clit in circles, before he eventually plunged two of his thick fingers into your sweet pussy. 

✧°.  He had to shush your precious mewls, when he continued stroking that specific spongy spot inside of you, until you came onto his fingers, still sitting prettily in his lap. Like a trophy. King’s trophy.

A/N: This was highly requested and let me tell you ─ I have two more pervy scenarios in the drafts: Perv!Boyfriend!König and Perv!Landlord!König. It depends if you want to read those. Let me know please. 👉👈