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Sleepy!reader X Slasher!Konig

You literally slept through the massacre. Konig can appreciate that. Maybe it's fresh forest air, maybe it's just your general sleepiness - but you didn't wake up even as your friends were screaming and fighting, and you didn't wake up when he was dragging you to his house. For some reason, your sleepy face was too adorable to him to just toss you away into the basement. For some reason, your lack of fighting spirit and desire to keep sleeping even through bloodshed, made him want to keep you. He has a need for some soft, sleepy pet - and you can be his little housecat. Life with Konig is surprisingly nice. You have a heavy collar on your neck, of course, and your legs are bound by a rather short chain and handcuffs, so you can't walk as fast as you want to - but otherwise, he even allows you to go outside. Taking naps on the fresh grass and allowing your murder boyfriend to drag you home afterward - he just wants you to sleep in a nice environment instead of the cold ground. Sometimes, he allows you to sleep outside - if the weather is nice, he would just clip your leash to the metallic post in front of his house and throw a blanket over your sleepy head. The forest is too deep to care about your screams, and you're too sleepy to even try to scream. He usually drops you off to sit on a small mattress in the corner of the basement while he is taking care of other victims. Sometimes, he would make. them be quiet so that they would to make you suffer just a tiny bit and deprive you of the sweet sleep you craved so much. Makes you sit in the corner like a good girl and watch fates of those who were not as lucky as you are - despite your screams and begs of him to stop. God, you're fucking adorable - he has to have you. Pushing your legs apart as you're too sleepy to resist and listening to your choked moans as he fucks you right on that thin mattress in the basement. He is a merciful boyfriend and allows you to softly sob and moan into the pillow he brought for you - and he will clean you up after, maybe even taking you upstairs and getting in bed with you for a few minutes until you're fast asleep after a good fuck. Life is good when you're his victim - at least he finally allows you to have a girl nap for 12 hours like you always wanted to.

slasherfucker!reader who doesn't really care that slasher!Konig kills people

You want him covered in blood and gore bits. He is steadying himself to go and finally clean, but you force his hands down, asking him to fuck you on the kitchen counter instead. You kiss him with more passion when he is like this - when his hands are still shaking with adrenaline as he whispers about how much the last one of his victims screamed. It was some joke, a dumb fuckboy who only knew how to play ball and maybe lift a little bit - he had nothing against Konig and the power he held in his arms. No one could compare to him, honestly, and you already knew this the first time he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Poor thing, you seriously thought you were going to die on that night - but Konig took you under his wing instead. You don't participate in killing and torturing - Konig wants to keep you clean and soft, he likes to dress you up as a weird cottage core housewife and make you bring him lunch as he guts some poor guy. He tried doing that before, but all the girls he took in as his captives were...well, captives. They were trying to escape, to attack him, or they would simply die in captivity like some rare pet breeds. You were...different. You loved him - and in a weird, slightly obsessive way. You enjoyed what he was doing, and even as he was reluctant to accept your feelings since it could have been a ploy to get him relaxed and calm, he would melt eventually. Allowing you to love him just as much as he loved you. And you're perfect. Maybe you're a bit shy with your affection, and you don't want to seem weird as you kiss him relentlessly and try to get him to fuck you in his bloody mask and use the handle of his knife as an improvised sex toy. Konig has to recognize the signs that his pretty girlfriend wants him to fuck her - he is used to taking his shirt down completely and leaving himself bare so you could touch his muscles and kiss the blood from his skin. You love your murder boyfriend, even if that means going down to the basement and give him a little morning kiss as your sleepy self, still wrapped in his shirt, is struggling with affection. Right in front of his victims, too - as they squirm and cry.

PLEASEE MORE Slasher!Konig in the halloween party!!

Konig doesn't enjoy the company of a bunch of drunk students, but he knows he has to wait. None of the victims were appealing - none were speaking to his inner psycho. The night was dry of good alcohol and good company, so he almost considered a good old mass homicide. Burned down party house, piles of bodies inside. No one would bother to check a bunch of frat boys for knife holes when their bodies already melted together. He found you while searching for gasoline. Cute, adorable you. You're tugging on his sleeve, probably thinking he is just some drunk party-goer who got lost in the frat. Thank god for the mask he is wearing - you make a silly joke about never knowing which one of GhostFace costumes are the real killer. You make a silly joke about him having "killer muscles...pun intended" and laugh like it was actually funny. He just shrugs, allowing you to take his hand and lead him to one of the quieter rooms of the house. You smile, saying it's totally fine if he is not feeling up for the party. You don't really like it yourself, but you promised one of the guys to help with catering and to watch over a rowdy crown not getting too rowdy. Played a good little housewife and smiled as he asked about other guys. He put a hand on your knee and you giggled a little. Said no one would bother to look for you here - everyone are too busy drinking. You might have a little fun. Oh, Konig is going to have fun, indeed. Pushed you on the bed, a hand on your throat. Chocked you, the perfect little victim. Wanted to pepper kisses all over your face, but that would mean taking off the mask - so he just continues to squeeze. Forcing you to submit to him. Smiling under the rubber. Then stopped. You're too perfect of a victim - didn't even tried to fight him. If anything, your hips buckled towards him - like a bitch in heat, perfect for the riping. Too perfect to kill you so easily. Konig huffs, feeling up your wet pussy through that little shorts of a vaguely slutty costume you were wearing. Suddenly kisses you on the forehead and searched for any rope or spare clothes to tie you up to the bed and shut your eyes and mouth. Doesn't want your screams to alert others as he finally finds the gasoline and enough matches to send the damn place flying. At least you're given the status of a missing person. At least Konig likes you enough to press you against his chest as he exits the building, taking you over to his house. You can play a cute housewife all you want over there.