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I HAVE A (kinda) stepdad!König+DBF!Horangi

so it was a while ago but I reealllyyyy liked the one u did where reader’s sort of hooking up w/ soap and ghost on the side?? If u remember that

I was wondering if you could do a story where they’re sort of just hooking up occasionally (as often as reader can get away) but clearly both the boy like them and want to further it but she’s worried about König and Horangi finding out.

pretty much they notice her exhibiting really weird behaviors in and out of bed towards them?? She’ll freak out if they approach her a specific way (not knowing König and Horangi take advantage of her that way) or sort of doesn’t rly care about her own pleasure cuz she’s sacrificing it for theirs…just sort of stuff that makes Soap and Ghost go “uhhh 🧍🧍‍♂️that’s kinda weird innit” (they’re presenting traits of being groomed/manipulated/raped/etc)

anyways somehow Soap and Ghost find out ab what’s going on at home and….yeah they’re not happy 😬😬

Thank you for your consideration!!!

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Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, implied smut, abuse, implied kidnapping, possessive behaviour, implied one night stand, implied crush, kinda poly, tell if I missed any.

They weren’t saints. If anything, they were the farthest thing possible from good-natured men, with kind hearts and sound morals. Ghost and Soap were sick men, soaked in bloodshed and tragedy, gunpowder and tears, they weren’t good men, they were simply men doing another’s dirty work to keep the world safer. They’d seen their fair share of filth on this earth, the most depraved and savage monsters that found pleasure in plundering and killing, covert crimes done under the nose of most civilians, and hushed exchanges for prizes. They, themselves, have committed unforgettable and unforgivable acts, torture, murders, arson, and so, so much regrettable things that would forever scar their victims.

But this- your situation was gut-wrenching, in a way that twisted their guts and made their throats tight, deathly silent in the brewing rage. From Simon, who had an abusive up-bringing and torturous life, morals and ethics twisted beyond normalcy and comprehension; to Johnny, who’s busybody life turned darker and darker with every life he’s taken, bodies piling over bodies, a permanent reminder that he wasn’t the same bright-eyed and goodwilling saint he was when he first enlisted. 

They were mad: Simon enraptured in wrath, burning hotter than hell’s fire, whose rage rivaled one of God; and Johnny bubbled with rage, running through his veins like rivers of magma, scorching everything on his path to ash and rock. They were enraged to see the way you were used and forced into a new purpose by older men —much, much older men that they knew. Whereas Simon seethed silently, Johnny screeched loudly, words stumbling in a crazed frenzy.

It just- it simply wasn’t a good-natured frenzy. Ghost and Soap were not good men. It stemmed from jealousy and emotional possession. The many dates that you’d suddenly canceled, calling in a rain check that they had listened, were because you’d been fucked numb, legs too weak to walk or support you, tied to your bed or filled with another man’s cum. How rarely they met you outside of simple bar nights with your girlfriends before you’d hookup with them for the night until you had to leave. Or your reoccurring bruises, hidden under the clear lie of being clumsy, a white lie, truly, but a lie nonetheless and they hated liars. 

And the worse thing, the one that hits the most, was that you were being fucked, and abused, and taken advantage of by men they constantly butted heads with. Once enemies, always enemies. They didn’t forgive or forget in their business, and their rivalry would continue until one or the other had died. Ghost would plan, scheme your taking and Soap would take care of you, a man much softer than his rough hide. Soap would gently introduce you into your new life, and if it does work, then Ghost would have to step in, eyes dark and heart frozen over. 

You’d eventually like living with them. At least you liked them.

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HIII I SUPER LOVE UR WORKS!! can u do a stepdad!konig that got her stepdaughter!reader pregnant hksisjsjs

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, forced pregnancy, mention of abortion, breeding kink, age gap, age difference, tell me if I missed any.

You’d been… shockingly quiet these past days. Cooped up in your room with little to no interaction with both him and your mother, or with Horangi unless they imposed themselves on you, knocking until you broke in and forced you to listen to them. Mumbling incoherent and sobbing writes that left him confused at most hours despite having heard everything from your pleading cries and grumbling moans when he fucked you in your bed. Or the sudden cold shoulder you gave everyone : him, your stepfather; Horangi, his best friend; and your mother. 

Your rapid change had affected more than him, he supposed, having being forced to comfort your mother when you wouldn’t leave your room unless absolutely necessary. He had to whisper reassurances, mumble out promises that you were fine and kiss her worried tears away like a loving husband would, caring and tender and perfect, but he was getting sick of this act he had to play. She was a means to an end, someone König used to reach his goal. Cruel, some would say, but so was life, and he wasn’t averse to bend the world around him to fit the mould of his small paradise. 

He wasn’t mad —no, how could he when you were being so good? You stayed home, within an arm’s length from him and Horangi, and oh, so accessible to both their hunger and affection. So near that you were seconds away when he or Horangi needed some entertainment when sitting in the office and writing reports became too boring —repetitive and uninspiring. His access to you had grown exponentially, and so had his needs, seeing that you were always home.

He was - would be - proud, truly proud if not for the oddness of it all. The sudden isolation, the sudden silence, the sudden introverted behaviour. It was as if his once bright Schatzi turned into a lonely hermit. König had his worries, ones that he openly shared with Horangi when in your presence, catching the nausea you felt, the morning sickness and the quiet apprehension about their need to question you over and over. 

But it hadn’t clicked in their minds how weirdly coincidental it all was, they were seemingly oblivious to your plight —confused and worried, but all so, so confused about your behaviour. Most questions went unanswered, inquiries ignored and worried glances shrugged. It was a mystery when you wouldn’t tell him anything, keeping your lips sealed and silent while you did… whatever it was you kept hushed in your bedroom. 

Until he stumbled into a pregnancy test, used and accompanied by an old receipt that dated to a week or two prior. It all made sense then, the small clues he picked up left and right aligning to fit a certain scenario. One that both he and Horangi had been striving to reach for a while now. He now had an oversight over all your actions: the pregnancy test, the isolation, the many tabs about abortions and paper clips for different clinics and hospitals. 

Now that he knew, König could finally take action like he was taught. He would plan and strategise to further your pregnancy with or without your explicit consent. He will have this child.

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any thots™ on loser, stepbrother simon?! 🍼

i'm in love with the concept of him being manipulative. he's the type to guilt trip his sweet stepsister into giving him a nice, sloppy blowjob after breaking up with his girlfriend, after she found out he was cheating on her with his own stepsister.

although he can't control his jealousy and envy when you begin crushing on johnny, his best friend.

he regrets ever introducing the two of you to each other. you ask simon if he'll hook you up with johnny, asking for the man's number, fawning over his instagram photos like a schoolgirl would do with her crush.

he wonders what johnny has that he doesn't. he'll compare himself, beating himself up and tearing himself down, attempting to appeal to you. eventually, he feels the need to force himself onto you after a screaming match, to get you pregnant so you're tied to him. he'll apologise profusely, cooing at your drunkenness, your body limp in his strong arms.

and what can you really say? you can't sit there and swoon over johnny anymore, when you're pregnant with your stepbrother's kid. you feel almost inclined to keep the baby (although the angst possibility if the reader got an abortion?! 👀)

feel free to ignore, my dear !! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) 💐

You Trust Your Brother, Yeah?

Pairing: Stepbrother!Simon x stepsister!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation, jealousy, possessive/obsessive behaviour, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, cheating, drunk/drinking, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, blowjob, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.1k Note: again, Orla, how could I possibly ignore such delicious thoughts????

He couldn’t believe his girlfriend - ex-girlfriend now - cheating so openly on him with a subtle post that she didn’t expect him to read, thinking him blind and a fool. Not that it mattered, he wasn’t a good boyfriend anyway, caring little about the plastic thing that clung to his arm, moaning and whining for his attention when she was gagging on another’s dick. Her initial use was for him to forget the growing obsession in his mind, the gnawing thought of absolution from taking over and making a mockery of his precious relationship. He used her cunt and mouth as much as she used his body to satisfy his need —despite her being of so little use to fulfill them, rarely satisfying him with her loose cunt and fake affection. 

He was shocked at her sheer stupidity, but now it meant that he could concentrate all his attention on you, give you all the love and affection you deserved within having to keep up a farce of a relationship and give you everything. And you made it so, so easy to succumb to his obsession, coming to him in misplaced sadness about finding out he was cheated on. You were so pretty, in tears and mumbling soothing words, reminding him that he was better than his ex (but was he? He was a sick man with sick pleasures. How could he possibly be better than a woman that simply cheated on him when he was stuck dreaming about how tight his stepsister’s cunt was; or how warm his stepsister’s throat would be; or how soft and pliant you would be under the roughness of his hands. He was a sick and deranged man.) and how much you loved him. 

Despite your good intentions, he couldn’t ignore how his cock stirred at three simple words. Your I love you made his guts churn, something dark and pitiless sinking deeper and deeper, only adding to his unending obsession. You meant well, he knew that, wanting to comfort and soothe his false heartache, but he didn’t. He simply couldn’t when he could use this situation to further his plans, a dark presence whispering sweet promises in his ears. Now that he looked at you, on your knees and pretty eyes all teary, he simply had to try. 

“But- but isn’t that weird? We’re siblings, Simon,” you stuttered lowly, blinking bashfully at him with flushed cheeks. 

“No, it isn’t. Siblings take care of each other, no?” Simon spoke slowly, purposefully choosing his words carefully, “This is you taking care of me after my break up, Sweets.” 

You stumbled on your words, fidgeting under his gaze at the subtleness of his manipulation, innocently oblivious to his intentions. 

“I- I guess.”

You hadn’t fought him anymore, letting him handle you as he wished, giving him whatever he wanted without a single protest because he was right, wasn’t he? Choking on his cock and crying and whimpering while he stared down at you, your lips stretched around his girth and tongue pushing against the heaviness of him. He groaned whenever you gagged, your throat closing around his pre-leaking tip, your little mewls shaking him to his core and threatened to drive him over the edge much quicker than he wanted. It just proved how much you belonged to each other. How well you complimented him as much as he complimented you. 

You were just made for each other. 

He liked Johnny, he truly did, but at this moment, he hated him. Simon wanted to tear into Johnny, rip him to shreds and burn any lingering piece of him simply because he had your attention. You gaped his Johnny, eyes wide and cheeks red, fawning over how open and enthusiastic he was. Johnny’s brightness had brought him to like the Scot, so he understood why Johnny’s cheek and smile attracted you, brought you to leave his side for Johnny’s jokes and jabs. 

He loved Johnny as much as the next, but he wanted to choke the life out of his eyes simply for how better of a choice he was for you. Johnny was bright and bubbly, openly loving and tender, and Simon knew he would treat you well out of courtesy for his lieutenant and because he was a better man. Johnny didn’t have dark thoughts, a deep-seated possession for you - to own every fiber of your being - in every possible way. The dichotomy between them was shocking: Johnny acting as the light and Simon as the all-encompassing darkness that threatened your happiness. 

And how lovely you looked, clinging to Johnny’s side, listening to him write you tales of the Task Force’s less confidential Ops, nodding along and staring back at Simon in so much awe that he felt his knees quake. You were so easy to please, so easy to manhandle and control. If he called you to his side, you would’ve left Johnny’s side to cling to his, smiling up at him in all your innocent glory. You were so trusting of him, believing the sweet lies he muttered, and you rarely question him.

It almost pained him how much you believed him about everything. From his intentions to the wrongness of your coupling: letting your stepbrother bed you and fill you up, stretching your cunt impossibly wide that you’d be ruined for anyone other than him, too drunk to reject him or thinking clearly. He could still feel your warmth around his cock, his slick and tight you were, you had surpassed every expectations he had for you and had made his mind run miles to simply stay coherent and not mindlessly rut against you until you came around him. You’d shared your apprehension of your situation, but he’d calmed you down - gaslit you - with pretty lies and gift-wrapped half-truths, even to the point where morning sickness became much more apparent. 

You were worried about your sudden sickness, the mornings you spent hanging off the toilet bow, throwing up and gagging while he ran his fingers through your hair, soothing your aches as well as he could. He never told you why you had weird cravings, random bouts of fatigue and persistent sickness, he’d explained it as stress or a stomach bug, and you had believed him —stupid and loving and naive you had clung to his every word because he was Simon, your brother. And he wondered how would Johnny react if he ever learned that you were pregnant with Simon’s kid, knowing that a bastard like him had inseminated his stepsister and let her swoon over another men because he had to act normal despite the need to rip you from Johnny and lock you away from the world for his eyes alone. 

He wondered how Johnny would react if he every learned that both you and Simon were destined for each other.

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Yandere!König Alphabet.

WARNINGS: NON-CON/DUB-CON, YANDERE, KIDNAPPING, FORCED IMPREGNATION (AFAB!READER), FORCED AFFECTION, NONCONSENSUAL TOUCHING, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+ ONLY

AFFECTION: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

König will force his affection and adoration onto you, whether you like it or not. He doesn't care for the way you sob out and wail, or how you wriggle and attempt to free yourself from his painfully tight grasp. To König, you're everything, the love of his life. He won't hesitate to beat some sense into you if you continue to misbehave.

BLOOD: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

As a soldier, König is willing to get pretty messy with his darling. He fantasises about carving his name into your skin, to mark and scar you. So that no matter what happens, you'll always have a memory of him.

He wants people to know that you belong to him, are his beloved, his captive, and his one true love.

CRUELTY: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

König tries to be gentle when it comes to you. He understands that you're probably in hysterics, distraught that you've been abducted. He tries to put himself in your position, imagine what it would be like to be kidnapped and forced away from society, isolated inside of a stranger's dirty basement.

König's ‘love’ is nothing but sick and perverse. It's illegal and immoral, a violent and cruel act to keep you to himself. He's trying to protect you, and that's all that matters. Not how uncomfortable and terrified you are, but how safe you'll be with König by your side.

DARLING: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

A lot. From allowing you to leave the house, to rape and forced impregnation. König knows exactly what he wants from you, and that's what's between your legs. He denies you access to society and keeps you locked away downstairs in the chamber.

Against a 6’10”, 250LB+ male, you're weak. It's pathetic to see you fight back. König pities you for how desperate you are to escape. It tugs at his heartstrings, but he's trying to show you how far he'll go for your babies, to start a family with you. Can't you see how badly he wants you? How he needs you?

EXPOSED: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

König can become pretty vulnerable with you. He's not afraid to use his emotions to get whatever he wants. He's scarily skilled at manipulation and guilt tripping. When you squirm away from him in an attempt to hide yourself, he'll begin to scream at you. When you refuse his love, he begins to weep, his fingernails leaving indents along your skin from his grasp as he cries into your chest and wails about how heartless and callous you are.

FIGHT: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He's surprised, honestly. König didn't think you'd ever attempt to fight back against him, especially when you take into consideration his size and strength, how he isn't afraid to do the most vile, traumatising, and disturbing acts to you.

At first, he's furious. Not because he's physically hurt, but because of how you've betrayed him. How many times does he have to go over the rules before you listen? How many times do you need to be beaten and raped before you obey? Give in, Maus. He knows you're exhausted.

GAME: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

To König, this isn't a game. He's pretty serious and expects nothing but obedience from his beloved. Although, he can make it a game if that's what you need. But, it won't be enjoyable – not for you, at least.

He'll drug you up, to then interrogate you and spank you for every incorrect response. You don't know any better, but that's what makes it amusing.

HELL: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Being impregnated by that bastard would have to be the most traumatising and memorable experience you've had with König. You didn't expect it. Usually, he'd wear a condom, or pull out at the very last minute. But, not this time.

König made sure you knew exactly what he was going to do. He drugged you up and left you feeling almost lifeless, practically unconscious on the cold, filthy concrete ground. You could feel the familiar splitting sensation between your numb legs that would always bring tears to your glistening eyes. You could shake and tremble, gargle and mumble a string of incoherent pleas to König, but it was fruitless.

He wouldn't stop, not until he was positive that you'd be pregnant with his offspring. God, your reaction was painful yet entertaining to watch, how you plead with him for mercy, falling to your knees at the shock.

IDEALS: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A future where you're his pretty little housewife, pregnant with a pair of twins after already having three kids together. Truthfully, that's all he desires in life. Kids with his captive, who's been conditioned to believe that this is a life you want.

JEALOUSY: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Absolutely. Jealousy is König's #1 issue. Before he abducted you, he'd stalked you. Seeing you hang out with your friends enraged him. He couldn't stand how you were so independent, how you had free will. König couldn't bear the way men would admire you from afar, how they'd grope you.

König doesn't find a healthy coping mechanism. The way he copes is by making ‘love’ to you and forcing you to say you love him, even if it isn't true.

KISSES: How do they act around or with their darling?

Possessive. Creepy. Touchy. He can't keep his hands off of you, or his mouth, or his cock outside of your holes. He's desperate to be inside of you, soothed by the familiar and comforting warmth of your slick cunt around his shaft. He has wet dreams about you choosing to make love with him. The thought of you initiating something with him drives him utterly crazy. He just prays that one day, you'll fall head over heels with him and offer your body to him as a gift.

LOVE LETTERS: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

König stalked you before he selfishly took you for himself. He watched your every move, with cameras and following you everywhere. He'd occasionally leave hints, like love letters, which you brushed off as a prank. Looking back on it, you wished you'd taken them to the police.

MASK: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

König doesn't show his vulnerable side to anyone but you. Not his mother, or his oma. They've never seen a violent, merciless, and ruthless side of him that you have. His soldiers have seen him end other's lives, but they've never witnessed the inhumane acts of torture like you have.

His true colours are that he's a crazy, ill bastard. He can act kind-hearted and forgiving, or murderous and vindictive.

NAUGHTY: How would they punish their darling?

Rape, beating, sensory overstimulation, deprivation, etc. He isn't afraid to see blood drip from you, or cover you in welts and aches. Only after his rage and frustration does he feel guilty and shameful for what he'd done.

You grow numb to it eventually. You grow used to the feeling of his broad, muscular hips smacking and battering into your rear for hours on end. Or the splitting and agonising sensation of his belt across your lower back and behind.

OPPRESSION: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Everything. From your right to freedom, to your right to speak. You don't get a choice, really. Since you're living under König's roof, you'll live by his rules. Whatever he says goes. Oh, you want to go outside? Who gave you the right to speak? If König isn't feeling kind, he'll restrict you from talking, unless you're spoken to first.

PATIENCE: How patient are they with their darling?

Although he loses his cool way more than he'd like to admit, he's extremely patient with you. König knows you're heartbroken and traumatised. He knows you refuse to accept your fate. So, he waits. He waits for you to develop stockholm syndrome and give in to his kisses and love. He'll dote on you, obsess and gush over how adorable you'd look stuffed full with his meaty, sweaty cock and pregnant with his children, until you finally agree and spread those pretty, bruised, and scarred thighs for him.

QUIT: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

König managed a large chunk of his life without you, but now that he has you, he can't imagine a life without you.

If you were to escape, he'd never stop looking. It's inevitable for poor ol’ you... You only exist to serve him. This is your purpose, to breed with König.

If you were to pass away, König wouldn't be able to go on anymore. The heartbreak would either take him, or he'd do it himself. You'll never escape him, Maus.

REGRET: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Of course, guilt is what comes with abducting someone. He feels disgusted with himself for depriving you of the sunlight, of hearing your loved one's voices. But, at the end of the day, he wouldn't change it for anything. Your misery is temporary, while a life with König is permanent.

STIGMA: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

König grew up feeling isolated. He grew up as a loner, a social reject, an outcast. To most, he was nothing but a freakish loser, too large and intimidating to be loved. Only a poor, cursed mother could love König unconditionally. König couldn't imagine a life full of loneliness. He needed someone.

König was never properly romantically loved, so he doesn't know what love is supposed to be. He's delusional – he knows it's illegal, but he doesn't understand why he can't have you like this.

Being in the Military only worsened his anxieties. He knew how dangerous and violent this world could become, and after laying his eyes on you, he knew what he had to do.

TEARS: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

A part of König absolutely hates it. He can't stand seeing you in such agony and pain. He hates the sound of your pained screams, how you wail out and sob, pushing König away and neglecting yourself.

On the other hand, König is aroused by the sight of your tears. It makes him feel like a bully. He sees himself in you, looking down on you, a sick grin on his face. König found himself in your position often, and now, he felt as if he had control and authority.

He hates the thought of you crying, but it gives him power and control over you.

UNIQUE: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really. König is just as obsessive, protective, and perverted as most yanderes.

VICE: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

König's emotions. He's easy to convince, honestly. Oh, you want to sit upstairs and listen to music? Alright, I guess, under his supervision. You want to look outside? ... Well, if you really want to.

Sometimes, he struggles saying no to you. It may give you a chance at freedom when König allows you outside for a minute.

WIT’S END: Would they ever hurt their darling?

To the point where the damage is permanent? No. Or at least not physically. The trauma is 100% permanent, that's for a fact.

König won't hesitate to put you in your place with a classic spanking, or emotionally hurt you. It drains him to do so, but it has to be done. He'll slap your face when you attempt to speak back, or pull your arm behind your back so that you're defenceless against him. He doesn't appreciate being slapped, Liebling. You know better...

XOANON: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Anything for his beloved. He will worship the ground you walk on, shower you in kisses, compliments, and gifts just to earn himself a small smile.

YEARN: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

For years before he finally abducts you. He can't resist you any longer, or control his sick urges for control and ownership. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you belonged to him.

ZENITH: Would they ever break their darling?

Mentally? Absolutely. You'll develop stockholm syndrome and will grow comforted by this cruel treatment. You won't be able to remember a life without König. You'll cling to him for love until you're sobbing and begging to be held for hours until you're falling asleep in his arms, accepting your fate.

Hear me out on doctor!Konig with innocent!reader. He has your legs spread open for him with your glistening cunny revealed for him. You're unaware of the sick things your doctor is doing to your sweet little pussy with that curtain draped over you. Why is the vaginal probe so big? Oh don't worry schatz.. He's just making sure he reaches deeper with his thick meaty cock !! Ignore the camera behind the curtain.. It's just for your own good, not for his own sick pleasures !! 🫧

Doctor’s Appointment

Pairing: Gyno!König x patient!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, medical malpractice, gyno!König, unprotected sex?, size kink, stretching, fingering, tell me if I missed any. wc: 907

You can’t even remember how you got here int he first place: laying back in nothing but a hospital robe and your legs spread open on a stirrup with your doctor probing between them. You couldn’t see anything happening to you, depending on your sense of touch to navigate you through this stressful moment. Your blindness of your situation had also made you much more sensitive than you ever were, something about being deprived of a sense made you dependent on another. In this situation, neither smell nor hearing could help you, leaving you desolately helpless to every and any fleeting touch of air and hands. 

Your doctor wasn’t what you were expecting either, a big and lumbering man whose face was hidden behind a shroud of black cloth. He was imposing with his big arms and even bigger hands and his deep growl of a voice, but he was soft-spoken, gentle and careful with his wording —conscious of everything he told you. The dichotomy between the way he carried himself and his person was mind-numbing, it made your stomach warm, burning hotly despite you not feeling any pain. He was confusing as much as he was surprisingly approachable to you, very accommodating to your timidity and anxiety. 

“This might feel cold,” König warned you, his low rumble soothing to your strained nerves, “Relax, and tell me if it burned.”

You bit down a yelp when he smeared something cool over your folds, fingers trailing over your slit and stretching your lips apart to give himself a better view of what he had to work on. You heard him hum, two fingers circling your little cunt, prodding gently to get a feel of how tight you were (that was the reason you came to him in the first place, to get your tightness fixed and an explanation). With a reassuring word from him, he pushed a finger in, his thick and round finger curling and rubbing the warming lube all over your walls. You tensed, the walls of your pussy clenching down on his prodding digit, bending easily to his stretching despite the tightness of it. 

Within seconds, he had a second finger in, curling both into a spongy spot of your cunt that had your toes curling and teeth digging down on your lips to muffle any mewls and moans you’d embarrass yourself by letting out. König had deemed you relaxed enough to start spreading his fingers apart, the entrance of your cunt opening up steadily at his ministrations. It had you biting back a strained groan, but when he shoved a third one in, punching into a soft and sensitive spot, he’d forced out a yelp.

“Sensitive, yes,” he all but chuckled, the loud squelch of your cunt turning your ears a burning red and body hot, “Tight too, I see what the issue is, Kleine.” [little one]

You were lost to the throes of pleasure, the one he had drowned you with, feeling a fourth finger curl in before his hand vanished, leaving you feel edged and empty. You were whining, hips rutting needing against the wet sheet as best as you could with your legs hanging from he stirrup. 

“You have not been treated with care,” you watched him loom over your squirming figure, sleeves rolled over his beefy forearms, crystal blue eyes staring down at you from under his hood and the burning touch of something thick and fleshy nudging at your drooling hole, “I will show you how.”

With a small cant of his hips, the round head of his cock breached you, the rest of him slowly and gently followed. It laid thick and heavy and warm inside of your cunt, the girth of him felt too big to be fathomable for someone who hadn’t been able to take anything but two of your small fingers. You let out a long moan, cunt gripping him in a vice that had him groaning and shuddering, his cock throbbing with every caring push and pull. He made you lament the years of unfulfilled pleasure. If only you knew that having a cock inside you felt so amazing.

***

“Amazing performance!” the director clapped his hands, motioning to the whole set in wonder and appreciation, “Perfection as always, you two are the best of the best.”

You smiled charmingly at him, nodding at the cup of cool water your manager had brought you. You were still in your hospital robe, feeling your co-actor’s warm cum roll down your inner thigh after he’d fucked it so deep in your womb. Your knees felt weak, legs shaking even with König’s steady arm around your waist, supporting you after your steamy filming. 

Unlike you, he scratched the back of his neck, his nape flushing a bright red, form the tip of his ears and the cheeks that peaked out from under his mask, the black cloth accentuating his red blush. You’d known him for as long as you started in this industry, he was your first step into fame and big casting, and your friend. He was also a really good fuck, knowledgable, generous and big. 

“Thanks buddy,” you nudged your cup towards him, but he shook his head, “Drinks at mine?”

“I’ll drive you home, nh?” His eyes held something dark, a promise in the depths of them —didn’t he have enough? 

“Of course,” all you could do was chuckle. 

Your friend was insatiable.

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