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Having a bad day at work just to get home and your husband König scooping you up and getting you into bed, pulling the blanket all the way over to your chin and then laying down ontop of you, kissing your face as you giggle and relax under his weight. König staying ontop of you until you fall asleep, making sure you're warm and comfy before getting off to go make some dinner. You who wakes up to the smell of some cheesy spaghetti and meatballs, practically bolting to the kitchen making König laugh at how pouty and hungry you look. König who spoon feeds you while rubbing your belly, making sure you're nice and stuffed before eating himself. König who lays down on the couch with you ontop of him, putting a weighted blanket over the both of you while you watch 2 broke girls <3

König waking up at 3am to find you missing and goes ballistic, searching through the house just to find you in the kitchen, blanket wrapped around you while you make ramen, blowing on it to cool it down before trying to slurp it up quietly. You jump when you heard König snicker.

Hi I've had a really bad week so far, I was wondering if you could do a comfort fic with Konig or Soap (or both lol) Love you 🫶🏻

Awh i'm so sorry! :( i could try! <3 *Hugs and kisses 4 u schatz <3*

Corruption Kink with Price [Kinktober Day 4]

TW: Kink, Corruption, MLM, Sex. RetiredNeighbor!Price moved in recently. When he saw your house he was well.. disturbed. So many flowers it was smelling sweeter than a candy shop. He hated it. Until he actually saw you. He couldn't stop his cock from chubbing up at the sight of you, struggling to reach a flowerpot hanging from the ceiling on your porch. He came over and helped you get the flower pot down, handing it to you. He smirked at your blush. Finding it cute. "Careful love, don't want it falling on your head." You nodded and he went back into his mancave [HOUSE.] The next day when he went to sit on his porch to smoke a cigar he found a bouquet with a note and chocolates strapped to it. He picked up the note, reading it. "Thank you for helping me with the flowerpot yesterday. xoxo M!Y/N." He chuckled and picked up the chocolates and bouquet, putting the flowers in an old vase he found and sat down on the chair on the porch, lighting the cigar and eating the chocolates. Few hours later when he saw you walk back home from the bakery you work at with a box of pastries his mouth curled into a smile and he waved, His cock chubbed up again as you smiled back, unlocking your door and stepping inside. The next day your clumsy ass managed to break the key in the lock, prompting Price to invite you into his home, which led to you both having dinner together *Price made it extra special by adding the bouquet you got him" You both were eating peacefully when you suddenly felt a big, warm hand on your thigh. You couldn't stop your dick from twitching, making Price grin. "Someone's excited, aye' love?" His hand gently ghosted over the bulge in your basketball shorts, making you whimper. "So innocent.. s'all for me?" You shuddered, Making Price grin wider and pick you up, bending you over the kitchen counter just to rub your creamy ass through the fabric of your basketball shorts. He delivered a hard spank to on cheek, making you cry out and your dick twitch. "Mmmh, such a cute ass. S'just F'me, innit doll?" Before you could even answer your clothes are torn off, leaving you in just your socks. Price grabbed some lube and slicked his chubbed cock up. The thick, angry red tip pressed against your virgin hole. Before he could slide in you spoke up. "Wait! Price wait... i'm.. i'm a virgin." He paused, then let out the hottest chuckle you've ever heard. It heightened your arousal. "So what Bird?, jus' lemme slide it in. Promise it won't hurt, yeah?" You nodded, trusting him. He slowly slid the angry red leaking tip in, making you squirm slightly. Once he was fully sheathed inside the tight heat did he start grinding his pelvis against your ass, making you gasp and arch, the friction of his thick cock pressing against you prostate made you drool and whine. "S'good doll?" You groaned. "Mhm! Very good!" He began to thrust slowly at first, then sped up making your legs shake and the fruit bowl fall off the counter, His meaty cock kept hitting your prostate making you drool all over the counter, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt Price's hand slip inbetween your legs, jerking you off while he continued thrusting. Stealing your virginity and ruining you for any other man. He continued thrusting until you finally came, the spunk spurting onto the kitchen floor. Once you finished his thrusts became even harder, hairy arms holding your hips as quickly pulled out, his spunk shooting all over your lower back and ass. "Fuck, Bird. Not a virgin anymore huh?" And the night ended with you and him sleeping in the same bed, the next morning Soap came to help you fix your lock... and maybe a threesome happened. <3

[LOOK AT HIS LITTLE GRIN EEEEEEE]

Dry Humping with König. [Kinktober Day 3]

TW: Dry Humping, 18+, mentions of edging, dirty kissing, dirty talk. MLM. Word Count: 2,404.

König was just relaxing, doing paperwork in his barracks when you suddenly walked in, clad in your military gear. König looked up at you and rasped out. "Was ist es Privat?" You squirmed under his gaze before speaking shyly. "I was wondering if i could help you with paperwork, i finished mine and you look like you need some help." König grinned under his mask, his silver blue eyes locked onto your uniform clad form. He knew damn well what you wanted. You were known as his person Barracks Bunny by the entire team. You were König's favorite. He patted his thigh and waited for you to sit. Once you sat down his grin widened, you sat right on his bulge. König wasn't stupid, He knew what he wanted. "Go on Maus, you know what i need." Just at that sentence you took your jacket off, getting off his lap and straddling his thigh, starting to dry hump his thigh. König Flexed his thigh to make your job easier, he loved watching you. He loved you. "Ja, hump me like a horny dog." You whined, humping his leg a bit harder while König just focused on his paperwork. Paying no attention to you until you whined and begged for his attention. König put his pen down and leaned back in his chair, looking down at you before grabbing your hips, making you hump him faster. "Begging for my attention du kleine schlampe.. ich kann nicht arbeiten so." His eyes went down to the bulge in your cargo pants, hand reaching down to unbutton it. "Take your pants off, jezt." He growled. You complied, quickly taking your pants off. Leaving you in just your boxers and white undershirt. "Mmmh, gut. richtig gut." He appreciated the sight before pulling you back onto his thigh. "Hump, Schatz." You started humping again, the friction delicious while König palmed your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "Gonna be a good cumdump for your colonel?" You nodded eagerly, the friction making you drool. "Y-Yes colonel-" He hummed. "Good boy... very good boy." Right when you were about to cum he stopped you, making you whine in desperation but before you could say anything he kissed you, his tongue forcing his way into your mouth, mapping out the curves of your mouth. The sloppy kissing could be heard by Horangi and the team, who just shrugged and got back to work. König spoke again, his voice a raspy whisper. "Wanna make them know who's mine?, ja schatz?" When you nodded again he dove in for another sloppy kiss.

[THE SLUTTY WAIST?? HELLO??]

o.m.g people... PEOPLE ISTGGGG KNSBJSDBJKSJKDSJKJJKBBSJ I ATE THIS UP

mdni!

professor!simon that teaches college criminal justice classes and he can’t help but feel his cock chub up when he sees you looking so pretty for him—little skirts, crop tops, thongs that don’t leave anything to the imagination.

professor!simon who is so impressed with your grades—you’re so smart and your intelligence turns him on. can’t help but praise you every time he hands you a paper or a test back, and it makes your cheeks blush and your cunt throb.

professor!simon who holds you back after class to ask if you’d be interested in becoming his teacher’s assistant because he’s so flooded with papers to grade, but really it’s just an excuse to get you alone with him.

professor!simon who touches you a little more inappropriately every day—squeezing your hip, patting your knee and sliding his hand to your inner thigh, hand sliding down your back until it rests on the curve of your ass. it leaves you soaked every time, and he knows it.

professor!simon who eats your pussy from the back while you’re helping him grade papers, punishing you every time you stop to close your eyes or whine. in the end, he has you shaking around his tongue, eyes glazed over and drool dripping onto his desk.

professor!simon who lets you ride his fat cock while he’s typing emails, the door to his office unlocked. “anyone could come in and see how much of a little whore you are,” he murmurs to you—but that makes your cunt clench and you bounce on him harder until you’re creaming around his cock and he’s shooting his thick load inside of you, promising you that he’s gonna breed you every day, just like this.

call of duty modern whorefare is crazy ALSO YOU ATE THIS @lxvvie

Gaz who's fuckin' nasty.

And it isn't the roguish nastiness or "I don't give a flying fuck" nastiness that Soap and Ghost embody, oh no, darling.

Kyle's nastiness is suave. It is smooth and hits softly but leaves you stunned nonetheless. And he gets you every. single. time.

He knows how to make you hot and bothered without even touching you. All it takes is a certain lilt to his voice, quietly teasing, enough to make you squirm and flustered. In public. In fucking public. Cheeky bastard.

Kyle is the one who croons, "Heya, gorgeous," before you feel his lips against your temple. Before you know it, his hands are up your shirt, toying with your nipples, making you squirm and push back and grind against his hard cock. "There we go, darling..."

Kyle doesn't call you so you can hear him touch himself and he doesn't send you pictures. He sends your voice messages, wishing you a wonderful day, telling you he loves you... and then proceeds to mention how beautiful you looked when he fucked you silly.

Gaz can't keep his hands to himself when he's around you. You're irresistible, beautiful. His fingers are everywhere. On your hips, on your shoulders, brushing against your ass, up your shirt, in your mouth, down your pants, in your underwear, inside you... did we cover everything?

Sometimes he wonders if he has an oral fixation. Luckily for him, you're there to help him figure it out. And so you do, wherever he can get you. You're naked from the waist down and Kyle's buried between your thighs, holding them so you don't get away from him. "Look at me, gorgeous... there we go," Kyle's soft and reassuring while dark eyes pierce you with their stare. "Cum in my mouth..." is what follows next and fuck yes, he absolutely has an oral fixation. Gaz cleans you up, kisses you so can taste yourself and him, and it's only later that you realize you're missing your underwear.

Kyle lets you have time to yourself in the shower but once you're out, you're his. He's the one who takes the towel and dries you off. So he says. Because even with the towel Gaz is massaging and thumbing the most sensitive parts of you, enough to leave goosebumps and have you panting in front of him, ready to jump his bones but you just got clean. Kyle, you just showered—"C'mere, baby..."

Can we also talk about how Gaz can never stop kissing you? If he can't do anything else, he'll make sure his tongue is in your mouth for sure. And when you're left dazed and breathless and just crazy as fuck for him, the insistence of his tongue is replaced by gentle pecks against your swollen lips and he's grinning like the victorious and lucky bloke that he is.

And last but not least, let's talk about how much Kyle enjoys it when you cockwarm him. He likes to kiss, nip, touch, and suck you into a frenzy, begging for his cock, clenching around him to motivate and milk him. "You ready, darling?" Kyle asks after he's teased you for god knows how fucking long. You've BEEN ready, Garrick. All it takes is a look and, "Here we go," before he's fucking into you and you're clinging to him like your life depended on it.

Jumping kicking screaming dying crying sobbing bawling kissing hugging smooching jumping doing backflips handing out cookies to all my followers <3

Car Sex with König! [Kinktober Day 2]

TW: P in V sex, Car sex, Rough sex, König groans deeply as he thrusts into her tight cunt, the sensation of her slick walls gripping him sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His large, muscular arms wrap around her petite frame, holding her close against him.

Despite the intense pain radiating from his back because of his huge size trying to fit in your tiny car, he pushes through it, driven by raw instinct and primal desire. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine, making his head spin.

"Oh fuck…" He curses between heavy breaths, his voice hoarse with lust. He can't believe how good she feels wrapped around his cock - so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect.

König increases his pace, slamming into her harder and faster. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the car, along with her soft whimpers and moans. His cock kissed her cervix perfectly - with the right amount of pressure and speed. Making her drool and her breath hitch. König's own breath hitched as he slipped past her cervix straight into her womb. He continued thrusting up into her until he came. Groaning as he filled her up with his seed.

[All pictures are credited to the owners <3]

BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAH THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE IM DEAD @writersp3n

Ghost is the type of dad that would always be super blunt with his kids. So when his toddler asks him how her little sister came to be in mummy’s belly, instead of weaving a tale of magic wishes and baby-delivering storks, he says simply “We had sex”.

Gaz is the type of dad that would have his kid’s birthday entertainer cancel on him last minute. Good news is that the party store down the road is still open. Bad news is that the Spiderman costume he buys himself is two sizes too small.

Soap is the type of dad that would get kicked out of his kid’s football game because of his unruly behavior in the stands. Apparently, encouraging a group of six year olds to “Bloody kill!” the other team is frowned upon by most parents.

Price is the type of dad that would shave off his facial hair because he wanted to change up his look a little, only to end up scaring his kids (even making his ten month old cry) because they thought a stranger had broken into the house.

Somnophilia with Simon "Ghost" Riley. [Kinktober Day 1]

Taking a nap after a big lunch when Simon slips into the bed next to you, spooning you as he slowly and surely started grinding his hard-on against your ass, his other hand sliding to your abs covered by a soft layer of fat. "Y'smell good, bird." He mumbled, his hand sliding to your pecs to squeeze one of the muscles. When he didn't get a response he propped himself up on one elbow looking down at you and that's when he realized... You're asleep. He grinned before slipping your pj pants down to your thighs and spooned you again, grinding into your ass more and a bit harder. Simon pulled his boxers down, grinding his bare, red, leaking cock against your new Halloween boxers he bought for you. Once he was leaking enough he pulled you boxers down to reveal your creamy, plump ass to the cold air. He slicked up your asshole with his slick. He made sure you were still asleep before he slowly and gently slipping his dick into your hole. He then paused and pulled your boxers down all the way before smelling them. Taking a big whiff before stuffing them into his mouth, muffling his grunts and groans. He continued thrusting softly until he couldn't hold back any more and pulled out, cumming all over your creamy ass before slumping back against the pillows, pulling your boxers out of his mouth and slipping it back onto your ass, making sure you stay covered in his spunk before drifting off to sleep, his hand draped over your mid-section.

RAHHHHHHH TYSM I LOVE U I ATE THIS UP <3

May i request Soap and Reader dry humping eachother when LT ghost walks in??🥺🥺

[yes i saw the post and ITS A NEED, only if u wanna ofc <3]

Yes ofc! :))

I'll make an assumption and just continue from that thought :P umm i didn't want to give the reader a callsign im sorry if that makes this bad😭🙏

ghost didn't sleep well most nights. most nights were made of pacing around, or zoning out by the common room's television. and that was his plan that night as well.

he thought that it would be peaceful like any other night, and maybe even more so, if his two sergeants had got worn out from their ride.

but as he made his way down the hallway from his room, and got closer to the common room, strange noises hit his ear.

now, with hesitance, but also curiosity, ghost slowly walked to the end of the hallway.

and he certainly wasn't expecting the scene in the common room.

his two sergeants. his two soldiers, rutting against each other, on the common room's couch. the lieutenant had to hold back a chuckle at the sight, the pair were going at it like desperate animals.

unsurprisingly, soap was making noise like a whiny puppy. not like his pretty sergeant wasn't whimpering at the feeling as well. the dirty mutt soap, was ruining his pretty sergeant. making her pussy wet, without enough effort to make her cum.

ghost couldn't quite see, but he could bet there was soaking wet spots on their uniforms.

soap was moving carelessly, thinking with his cock, and only for his cock. his dog brain couldn't process what a pretty thing he was rutting against. what a pretty cunt, that deserved to have her fill as well.

the scotsman was only getting louder, and closer to his release. ghost felt his cock throb in his sweatpants. god, was he hard. but he couldn't just watch from the side, as his pretty soldier was getting neglected.

soap should be thankful. he should be on his knees, begging to get a taste of their pretty girls pussy.

but no. the mutt didn't have any manners. he needed to be put in his place.

neither of the dummies noticed when he walked closer, too distracted for their own good.

ghost's big, calloused hand quickly reached out, and grabbed onto the scotsman's sweaty mohawk, yanking his head up to look at him. soap immediately stilled, a confused and spooked.

"l-lt... hey..." soap nervously chuckled, still panting.

ghost glared down at soap, his cold eyes focused on his. ghost kept a tight grip on his hair, and looked down at his pretty sergeant, laying beneath soap. she looked just as frightened as soap, scared of being in trouble.

"selfish, ain't he?" it was more of a statement, than a question. soap pouted at his lieutenants words.

ghost smirked, as his pretty soldier shyly nodded her head. his free hand reached down, and brushed strands of her hair off her forehead.

ghost just looked down at her for a moment, before turning back to soap. he yanked on soap's hair again.

"get off of her, sergeant." ghost murmured deeply.

soap scrambled to back away from in between her legs. there was a obvious bulge on his cargo pants, with a wet spot forming on top.

ghost meanly chuckled at his submission. the lieutenant turned his head down again, looking down at his pretty sergeant. his hand traveled down, cupping her crotch. it was warm, a little moist too. most of it probably from soap.

his pretty soldier whimpered at the touch, shyly curling up.

"bet yer wearing something pretty underneath..." ghost murmured into her ear, his hot breath hitting her skin.

ghost turned to glare at soap. "and he didn't even think to take a look..." he continued.

soap was panting at the other end of the coach, his dick hard in his pants, as he tried not to touch himself. his lieutenant had caught them. he had caught his sergeants, rutting against each other like animals in heat.

and he didn't yell. he didnt file for transfers. he didn't punish them... well, this probably was soaps punishments, to watch from the side, while their lieutenant touched the precious girl's pussy.

ghost opened his pretty sergeant's pants, and pulled them down her thighs. underneath, she was wearing pretty, white panties. ghost chuckled at the sight. a wet patch on the panties, making them transparent, and revealing her sweet pussy. nice puffy lips, and a little bush above her hard nub.

ghost looked up at soap again. "take off 'er trousers, sergeant." he commanded him.

soap scrambled to pull down the other sergeants pants, as his commanding officer stared down at him. once her pants were thrown to the side, soap was face to face with her white panties. before he even knew it, ghost's hand had pushed his head down, his face down against her clothed pussy.

their pretty sergeant squealed at the sudden feeling of soap's nose pressing on her clit, with his hot breath hit her fluttering hole.

"lick it, mutt." ghost's commanded in his deep voice.

the scotsman's tongue immediately got to work, licking up and down the panty covered pussy, the wet patch only getting bigger with soap's saliva. he didn't care if he couldn't breathe properly, he'd gladly die just there.

ghost had to hold down their whimpering soldier, as she squirmed around. her chest moved with her heavy breathes, her legs twitching at the feeling of a hot tongue on her pussy.

"l-lieutenant..." she whimpered. ghost reached down and brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"good girl. ya wanna cum?" ghost asked, an amused smirk behind his mask. she nodded franticly and desperately, making ghost chuckle. soap must've been listening, his tongue moving faster on her. her pretty, white panties have long gone transparent from his dirty spit.

the lieutenants dark eyes averted for just a moment, only to see his sergeant humping the coach underneath him. what a dog.

both of them were near again. only this time, ghost was here. somebody to make sure, that both of them were taken care of. his own dick was hard as fuck too. he almost couldn't wait to go back to his room, and rub the hell out his cock.

but in this moment, he needed to only focus on them. they were too stupid for their own good. they were lucky it was him who caught them. this could've gone so much worse. they were lucky he was even letting them cum.

ghost snapped out of his thoughts, as his sergeants only got louder. they needed to be over with this quickly, it was only the matter of time, until somebody else walked into the common room.

ghost pushed soap's head down again, his big nose hitting her hard clit. that did it for her, making her cum. arching her back, whimpering, and shaking. soap wasn't far behind. his hips stilled, as he came in his pants. soap lifted his head, his face moist with the mix of her juices and his saliva. their pretty sergeant laid there, twitching and breathing heavily, almost limp.

soap sat up, the front of his cargos, soaked with his cum. ghost chuckled at the sight.

"how's the adrenaline rush now?"

idk i dont have the smut talent that these kind of writings need😭

BAE YOU SOUND MORE LIKE YOU'RE GETTING POSSESSED.. 😰😰😭😭

choke me men with big muscles!!! men with big muscles hold me down so i can’t move while you use me!!!!! please!!!!

Dilf!Price x Babysitter!Reader

P!link 🌽

Captain Price: Who eats you out like a starved man cause he's short on cash, slurping and spitting while he humps the bed frame Captain Price: Who pays you with his tongue until he gets cash, you secretly want both- Captain Price: Who puts the kids to sleep before practically devouring you on the kitchen table Captain Price: who freezes when you let out a loud whine before gagging you with his cock [69 position] Captain Price: who thrusts into your mouth with overstimulating you Captain Price: who fills your throat up with his cum before letting you leave Captain Price: who spoils you rotten after he gets his paycheck <3

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!

OKAY GIRL THE TAGS ARE CRAZY NOW 😭😭😭😭😭I'M FEARING FOR YOU SWEETHEART ARE YOU OKAY-??? 😰😰😰😰😰

choke me men with big muscles!!! men with big muscles hold me down so i can’t move while you use me!!!!! please!!!!

AHEM. *Follows* UHM... I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I PROMISE!

(18+) König x Reader - Jealous of Your Sex Toys

WARNING: Implied Toxic Relationship Dynamic

You’re a grown woman. You are allowed to have sex toys - it’s expected even. And yet, you feel guilty. Caught doing something you shouldn’t have been. Body locked up and eyes wide as you stare down at the brightly-colored silicone sex toys resting in the flat of König’s massive palm.

“You don’t need these. I’m enough for you, ja?”

It’s a simple question - a yes or no question - but you both know there was enough strings attached you could spool it into a ball of abrasive twine.

You weigh your options.

‘Yes’ - No more sex toys for you. A life of relying purely on your fingers and him, clit never knowing the buzz of a vibrator again. Giving into his will and letting him control you to a degree that you know isn’t healthy.

‘No’ -

Well, you can’t say no.

Aside from how soul crushing you understand the weight of that word would be coming from you - it’s far from the truth. He is enough for you. More than enough - too big, even. Too insatiable. Too much of an ego to not leave you whimpering and covered in the evidence of finish after finish until you were begging him to stop.

Your hesitance is somehow worse than either of your impossible options. You should have just blurted the first answer that came to mind.

His brow quirks as his gaze continues to bore into you with sly, half-lidded eyes.

“No?” He asks, with a quirk of his brow and a thrilling glint of mischief in his eye.

You still can’t bring yourself to confirm or deny.

He nods in understanding, his giant hands wrapping around your sex toys, so little in his palms.

“That’s okay, mein Nervenkitzel Sucher,” He purrs, “I can share.”

Your shoulders brace instinctively, insides coiling as tight as that ball of abrasive twine, those attached strings getting more and more tangled with every silken word that rolls from his tongue. He says it’s okay - but it sure doesn’t feel like he means it. Choking you with those tricky strings.

The fistful of your sex toys - your misdeeds, your dirty, shameful little secrets - falls to his side. He approaches with precise steps until he’s between your knees, looming over you.

“I’ll show you,” He says with a dangerous crinkle in his eyes, a sickeningly sweet smile surely hidden underneath that mask.

You unintentionally shrink in on yourself in the shadow of his hulking, commanding figure. A calculated move. Not-so-subtly reminding you of just how small and defenseless you are in his presence. His voice drops, and those brows furrow, that smile surely faded behind the black fabric obscuring his face as he stares down at you intensely.

Your mouth has gone dry, your attempt at words - an apology, a flirt, a joke, anything - leaves you as nothing but a dried out squeak lodged deep in the back of your throat.

“I’ll show you how I share.”

-

“Kmph-Kmph!”

“Sh, sh. Isn’t this what you wanted, Blümchen? To keep both?”

You let out a truly pathetic whine, throwing your head back on the mattress. How many times have you cum?

You lost count, lost your very rationality, lost to him - the gift of bittersweet pleasure twisted into something unbearable.

“Greedy, greedy girl.”

Plugged, stuffed, and spread open. Your vibrator buzzes ruthlessly on your abused, swollen, throbbing clit at a torturous speed. Restrained by your own handcuffs, secured tightly to the headboard and keeping you from putting up the fight that would be useless anyway. There’s surely a metaphor hidden somewhere within this detail - but your thoughts are so clouded with arousal there’s no way you’d be find it.

Too much, too much, König, too much!

And while you know he knows exactly what you’re pleading, your mouth will never form the words - stifled by the drool-covered gag nestled between your lips.

His pumps in and out of you at a punishing pace, thick cock soaked with your arousal and disciplined hips snapping against the back of your thighs, ignoring the tears of pure overstimulation streaking down your temples.

He studies you with narrowed, unreadable eyes, watching you writhe. His stare lingers on your chest, arching and twisting beneath him as you fight the cruel pleasure between your legs. His stare is eerily cold for a man whose cock is being pleasured by a warm, tight cunt. You’re not even sure if he’s enjoying it, or if this is purely a lesson he must teach you in his eyes.

You know he’s trying to prove a point - to show you that you only need one or the other. Can’t you see? Both is just too much for a little girl like yourself to handle.

So choose wisely, little one.

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

....fanboying at it's finest.

vampire!simon who gets so hard feeding from you, licks your blood off your neck while he slips his fat cock inside your cunt and fucks you dumb. bites into your neck as he comes inside your cunt, filling you up so nice as your head spins :(

Loser/Nerd!König headcanons!

Loser/Nerd!König: Who tells you he's a virgin, blushing as you giggle at him, teasing him Loser/Nerd!König: Who cums in his pants twice as you straddle him, holding back a whine Loser/Nerd!König: Who see's stars as you ride him, thighs shaking and nails clawing at your back Loser/Nerd!König: Who pumps a load into your hole every 30 seconds cuz he can't handle you maus!, so he's reduced to a whimpering, drooling, shaking mess Loser/Nerd!König: Who goes crazy over your body, no matter what. Skinny? Chubby? Short? Small? small curves? small dick? he fucking loves you how you are. Loser/Nerd!König: Who's shaking by the time you've touched his thigh Loser/Nerd!König: Who's breath hitches as you rub his inner thigh in a packed movie theater Loser/Nerd!König: Who spoils you rotten, you even look at a piece of jewelery? it's on your desk the next morning. Loser/Nerd!König: Who wraps your boxers/panties around his fat dick and jerks off with it

OH MY GOD YES

imagine picking up the wrong cake order on gaz’s birthday. so instead of happy birthday baby, it reads congratulations dad. you try laughing it off, rubbing an apologetic hand down his back as he blows out the candles, but he gets a real serious, real dark look in his eye for the rest of the night.

it’s as good as you asking for one. mistake just a flimsy excuse you used to cover up around friends. the second the party’s over, he has you drilled into the floor, knees by your ears, fucking three loads worth of cum into your poor, battered pussy. there’s really no need to be so sneaky about it, darl. he’ll give you a baby if you want one

I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT SEEING THIS.

p-please... i'm your biggest fanboy.... PLEASE.

PRICE FRFR

Just finished a bit more for kinktober <3 ILYASM FOR 112 FOLLOWERS <3

GASPS IN ABSOLUTE FUCKING SHOCK. 112!?

Totally didn't throw it back to sexyy red for an hour after seeing this..