MDNI ta, hopefully this goes without saying but reader is a sex worker, mentions of scarring and self loathing.
Nikto wipes the steam condensing on the mirror of his bathroom with one broad, tattered forearm. Hazily his distorted reflection comes into view, half man half monster. Violence etched across every plane of his face, the flesh of one side twisted and gnarled like the bark of an old oak tree.
I’m obsessed. I would apologise but Ex Hubs König doesn’t so we take the vibe from him. @shotmrmiller you’ve already seen this in bits and pieces but here he is in all of his depraved glory. Danke for the devious ideas - much obliged 🥲
This is dark again. Controlling and possessive behaviour, high key manipulation, abandonment issues, König with a breeding kink, smut and an all round toxic relationship
Shaking hands withdraw yet another cigarette from the crumpled packet in your lap. It’s a struggle to light it, the cruel breeze playing across your face is bitter, only adding to the sensation your life is falling apart. Nerves jangling, you flick the flint, watching the flame rise and then be swept away before your eyes.
It’s been two days since you ran. Since the god awful argument you had with König in the kitchen, while your children played joyfully outside unawares.
Thank you a million times over to @shotmrmiller who’s ex husband Si AU fully inspired this and because Toni brainstormed with me, dreaming up the vile creature that is König your X. We are the toxic.
I’m hella excited about this one. Dark subject matter & smut ahead (possessive and obsessive behaviour) - MDNI and proceed with caution ta x
You couldn’t put a finger on the pulse point of what went wrong with König.
Maybe it was the long months he spent away, that made distance begin to swell in your heart, eating through the purity of the love you had for him. Perhaps it was the fact he missed the birth of your third child, a baby girl, because he was earning huge amounts of money doing god knows what, in some far flung corner of the world.
omg i love ur writing so much!!! i was thinking abt older!konig where you bring him as a date to some formal event (high school reunion mayb?) and get hella judged by everyone bc of the age gap but then u assure him/he assures you that it doesnt make a difference in the slightest in ur relationship <3
(maybe reader gets defensive and drags konig into the bathroom to fuck too lol)
Ayo bestie this one took root in my brain🌚 danke for the req!!! Also thank you so much for the sweet words ❤️🥹😘
König is nervous. It’s clear as day in the way he keeps checking his Rolex, adjusting the cuffs of his Boss shirt endlessly so he can keep track of the time. He’s barely said a word in the last half an hour. Usually he sits in the bathroom while you’re in there, enjoying watching you use the lotions and potions he’s bought for you, letting you put your skincare on him whenever you want.
But not today, instead he’s paced around the hotel suite endlessly, nibbling his nails and huffing.
“Can you do my heels for me please?” You ask him cautiously. König never snaps at you, only using his softest voice and the kindest words, like you’re a fragile little thing. But still, you’ve never seen him look so tense.
He doesn’t hesitate, sinking to his knees while they click slightly, old injuries that still cause him to groan. Tenderly he laces up your heels, lifting up the hem of the pretty dress you paid for with his credit card and planting a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.
“Are you ready Liebling?” His heavy blue eyes crinkle up at you, as you stroke his dark hair out of them, enjoying the way his greys catch the light. König seems to relax a little under your fingers, while you brush over the scar cleaving through his eyebrow. It makes him look dangerous and you enjoy that.
“You look handsome in your suit!”
König cuts you a grin, it breaks across his sullen face like a sunrise and you giggle.
He drives you to his school reunion in the fancy rental he picked up at the airport, a black top of the range sporty thing. Your older boyfriend loves cars, especially sleek black ones. He rarely ever wears any colour, despite your attempts to coerce him into simple greys and navy blues, because you think they would look nice with his complexion.
You’ve never been to Austria before, but it’s gorgeous. König has promised to take you into the Alps skiing after this, having treated you to the cutest snow suit and matching mittens.
Parking up, he looks like a caged animal, wild gaze darting towards his former school darkly.
“Fuck I hated this place.” He sighs biting the inside of his mouth as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. You clutch at his broad hand with your long acrylic nails.
“We don’t have to go baby!” You suggest innocently, hoping instead he might let you go back to the room and sit in the jacuzzi sized bath with him. You rapidly think of a million different things you could do with him in there, that would be more enjoyable than a stuffy school reunion. König just sets his jaw and helps you out of the car.
You recognise he’s brought you along with him partly as a trophy, but that’s okay, you’ll happily hang off his arm all night if it means you can snuggle with him every morning. Whatever people might think about your coupling, you really don’t care. You adore your boyfriend, a man with the assertiveness of age, comfortable for the most part in his skin and unbelievably loving to you in every conceivable way.
König spends most of the night at your side, one large hand on the small of your back or around your waist, stroking the silk of the dress against your soft skin. You try your best to be charming, but it’s a struggle from the get go.
Everyone seems entirely indifferent. The women shoot your cleavage and supple curves nasty looks, muttering behind their hands about the amount of money your Harry Winston earrings must have cost. The men don’t dare grope at you, with König towering lethally at your side, but they do leer whenever his attention is elsewhere.
Several older females flock around you both, telling König how much he’s grown into his austere features and asking when he finds the time to work out so much. He just grips your hand and tells them that you keep him young.
You can hear him listening in on a nearby conversation, with every phrase uttered his stare grows darker, brows knitting until the crease in his forehead looks even deeper.
König has been teaching you German, but it usually descends into fucking, because you get needy when he calls you his ‘clever little Hasenmädchen.” You can never resist him murmuring something so slutty.
“What are they saying?” You ask him, while he shoots daggers at them, baby blues burning like slits in his face.
Then he sighs, looking down at you slightly anxiously.
“That you are too young for me little hase.”
Without hesitation, you stand on tiptoe and crane your lips to his, giving him the sweetest smile and placing a heart stopping peck on his mouth. Maintaining eye contact with the bitchiest looking woman in the centre of the gaggle, you place both arms around his neck.
“Don’t worry they’re just jealous babe. I doubt any of their pussies have ever been tight enough for you anyway.” You smile happily at her while she chokes on her champagne.
König laughs all the way back to your hotel room, he was practically weeping with mirth as you dragged him out of the reunion by the hand, waving at everyone who stared and looked disapproving.
“I love you Spatzi, but you would never have dated me in high school.” He strokes your artfully curled hair off your face and sits you on his lap. One thick finger toys with the spaghetti strap of your silk dress.
“You would never have dated me! I had a really bad haircut.”
He’s reasonably sure you’ve never had a bad haircut in your life, but König is too distracted by the sight of your pretty, pierced nipples hardening under his thumbs to care very much about the finer points of that comment.
That night he gives you three orgasms in that glamorous jacuzzi tub, an old dog with many varying tricks you think, toes curling as he starts working on number four.
You improve Si’s bad mood even if it’s not on purpose, mentions of nice lingerie, this is turning into a slower burn than anticipated but it’ll be worth it in the end when he finally takes ya I promise
Alright buster 😡 you're gunna have to elaborate on putting konig on all fours doggy and railing him with a 15" spencer's strap, dance dance revolution level 500 silly style or I'mma take your lunch money 👊😾
This absolutely isn’t happening. It can’t be. It must be some terrible nightmare, you’ve stumbled and fallen into a dark true crime podcast, instead of the cosy sanctuary of your little flat.
see, konigs been rotting in the prison for longer than he's been free.
his name is whispered from trembling lips, even the guards dart their eyes nervously to the cage that holds him. a monster with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes sits within those damp walls.
he's forgotten the taste of sunlight, the scent of rain, the warmth of a lover's touch. it's stripped away at his humanity, his sanity.
the others avoid him at all costs. they don't want to cross paths with the beast man who's stepped over a fallen body without a second glance. (he'd watched a fellow inmate gasp for air as he choked on his own blood.)
he cared for nothing, no one. everyone around him were like leaves fluttering in the wind: meaningless.
until he got a letter. a simple piece of paper that carried a soft scent. it caused his pupils to narrow. whatever you wrote didn't matter. it was that you wrote it. for him.
his calloused fingers trace over the blue ink on the letter, feeling the lines, the curves. he wonders if you tucked your hair behind your ear as you wrote this.
his obsession takes root. consuming. a wildfire.
a double edged sword.
it gives him purpose-- waiting for your every letter. it also torments him. he hungers for your presence, craves your touch.
sweet agony. how warm you'd be beneath him, your small hands tracing lines of intimacy on his knotted skin.
his teeth ache to bite into the forbidden fruit that is you. but he's been sitting in his wretched place for too long.
he has to get out. he can already picture the gentle curve on your lips once he stands before you, his little love.
he makes his choice.
when a guard walks past, his arm shoots out from through the bars, a serpent uncoiling, and closes his large hand around the guards throat.
so fragile, that. he can feel the cartilage underneath his grip give way, collapse. a sickening crunch reverberates in the cell, echoes in konigs mind.
he steps back as the guard slumps onto the ground, the keys around his waist jingling.
the noise his rusted cell door makes as it slides open has never sounded sweeter.
‘his calloused fingers trace over the blue ink on the letter, feeling the lines, the curves. he wonders if you tucked your hair behind your ear as you wrote this’
Could you do a headcannon where a merman keeps begging to hold his human mate and use them like a cocksleve as he swims around? Because I imagine a merman who isn’t ready for his human to go to shore yet and just wants to fill them with pups and kiss them until they can’t remember anything
"it's getting dark, the water is going to be too cold for me soon, I need to go," you protest, the mermaid that has you trapped just chitters happily and squeezes you tightly. You float in the middle of the ocean on top of his chest as he swims in lazy circles, you hadn't realized how far away from shore you'd drifted. you'd need him to swim you back there's no way you could get back to land by yourself. and it's clear he isn't ready to let you go, especially because he's not so subtly grinding his sheathed cock against your hip.
"how about you take me to shore-" this earns you an unhappy growl "and fuck me against the rocks, give me a nice clutch," you purr, this seems like a much better idea to him. he nudges your hip again and looks at you with pleading eyes.
"fine you can keep it in me while we swim over there," you agree, and shift your swimsuit to the side and reach between your two bodies, you feel the place where his skin goes from human flesh to sleek scales, you feel the bulge where his cock lies, slowly you rub your fingers over his slit, coaxing his long tentacle-like cock free. he whines as his hips buck trying pitifully to fuck himself into you, his dick writing with a mind of its own. you grasp his length and guide it to you. he purrs happily as he sinks inside of you, he grips you with his hands pushing your ass down to grind against his hips. your breath catches as his prick writhes inside of you, he's so deep inside of you that it almost hurts.
"swim," you remind him. he nuzzles your neck nipping at your skin with his sharp teeth, almost like he is trying to tempt you to stay out a little longer. you push his shoulder. "We have a deal swim to the shore and fuck me there," you insist. Slowly he turns you toward the shore and starts lazily swimming, taking his time getting there, just enjoying the feel of you wrapped around his dick.
The sun is completely set by the time you reach the sandy beach, it's just the two of you as he pushes you out of the surf onto the wet beach, pinning you down beneath his body. in the moonlight, he seems to glow silver, and his scales glitter iridescent. He nuzzles your neck again bitting your shoulder, and this time you let him, his hips roll against you as he fucks you, filling you with his thin twisted cock filling you up with his brood.
It's like two puppies being set up for breeding.
Konig is a colonel, at his young - considerably, he is still in his thirties - age, and a complete and total pushover everywhere except the military. No wife, no girlfriend, not even a pet - maybe your parents took pity on a family friend, looking at how lonely he was with all his wealth sitting in some bank account while he was barely home to spend even a quarter of it. Maybe, your parents just knew some of his weirder tendencies and wanted to push you away into the lion's den - you don't know. Clutching the shitty flower boquet in your hands - not even a proper wedding one, all the preparations were over in a few days before the wedding itself - you don't know if getting out of your parent's house is a mercy or cruelty. Maybe, it's both.
Konig wouldn't even kiss you on your wedding - and he seems pissed off through the whole ceremony, this marriage being set up to a failure from the start. You trembled, not sure how to even start talking to your husband - you barely knew who the fuck is he. Barely wanted to know, really.
He is, however, soft. In bedroom, although he didn't even ask if you want to start with your marital duties so early, he still brought you to bed. Tried to be gentle as he unwrapped the cheap wedding dress and asked if you want him to be over as soon as possible or if you want something soft. Sweet. You didn't want the pain - so you curled down on the bed, letting him cover your body in kisses and all of his roughness slowly slipping away as you trembled under him. He is weirdly soft for a man of his status, weirdly gentle for a guy who kills people for a living. He put a pillow under your hips so it would be easier for you to take him all in.
He is a softie for you - if you ask him to do something, he will do it, even if that means spending the whole day outside of the house, working on a pool because you wanted to swim during summer and didn't want to drive to the nearest lake. If your happiness means him cuddling with you for hours because you're touch starved and want connection, he will let you cling to him like a coala as he does the chores around the house. Konig is trying his best to be a good husband whenever he is at home - and he'd be damned if he won't let his wife have the best possible life.
summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov
word count: 8.9k
a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!
When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were.
The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved.
But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…
End of Scene
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, murder, death, blood and gore, sadism, Dark!reader, dark!Ghost, stabbing, stalking, Ghostface!reader, home invasion,
Slinking from shadow to shadow, you stalked the backdrop of a familiar house, eyes wandering over it’s baby blue walls and curtainless, wide windows, showing the world their private life. Every argument, every fit and every smile were on show, none hidden from prying eyes or dangerous attention. It was practically calling your name, asking - no - it was begging you to do something about it, to give this obnoxious and arrogant neighbourhood something to fear and watch out for. It was waiting for someone to humble this so-called “safest neighbourhood in the world”, no security camera and no patrolling police. It was just taunting you, especially when you hated the owner of this house.
Stalker reader x stalker könig, please? Reader falls first, könig finds out he has a stalker and falls deeper, and the whole time reader has no idea she has been found out (or that he's now stalking her back)
you obsess over könig in various different ways, but mainly by creating a shrine dedicated to him. you've cut a piece of his hair off before while he was fast asleep after sneaking into his apartment building, have stolen a bracelet (or two, as well as a journal of his from a couple years back), and have taken belongings, like a toothbrush and a pair of boxers that he wouldn't notice going missing.
you want könig all for yourself but you're too clueless and idiotic to notice that he's been lingering around more often. instead, you believe that it's a coincidence and don't think much of it, just glad to be in könig's presence. you watch him perversely while sat in the library, fucking your slick pussy with your fingers while admiring him from afar, his glasses sitting crookedly on his face in a way that has you melting, turning into mush. könig had figured out about your little obsession a couple months ago, after a drunken mistake while writing a letter to him. you had accidentally left your name at the bottom of the letter instead of writing ‘secret admirer’.
it takes a lot of encouragement (and a couple of drinks, as well as a joint) to build up the courage to go over and speak with you, especially after stealing a pair of your panties and hacking your social media accounts, stalking you for his own pleasure and satisfaction. you're so quiet and meek, fucking your sore cunt with your digits underneath the table. you're a great listener, you could repeat exactly what he's saying back to him with your fingers knuckle deep in your swollen folds, agreeing almost too eagerly.
by logging into your social media accounts, he's found out a lot of your private and personal information, from your filthiest secrets to your sickening kinks.
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