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gremlingottoosilly · 4 hours
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Monster!König x Fox!Reader who likes to playfully flirt with him, but runs away when things get too serious. Reader’s just bored and her favorite form of entertainment is getting the grumpy colonel to blush.
You're a honeypot, a flirt, tease. Your job is to jump on some dumb monster hybrids and seduce them. Hands-on, their necks, looking up to the traitors of the nation. Konig isn't a traitor, but you still flirt with him. He deserves to have someone who will tease him for being alive, you think. Deserves someone to give him the knowledge that even the colonel isn't immune to being a blushing mess under his hood. Your hands dance on his chest, your neatly trimmed but still sharp little claws digging into the tense muscles. You tilt your head to the side and ask if the colonel needs a massage - he looks so tense, so nervous all of the time. Never looks you in the eyes, makes the girl in you go a bit self-conscious. You have a few spare minutes, and so you drag your fluffy tail across his thigh, "accidentally" touching his groin. He flinches, the tent in his pants becoming more and more obvious - you smile, getting even closer to him. Konig is close to his rut, mating season for eldritch hybrids getting closer and closer - you know you're playing with fire, but the base was outright boring lately, and you needed someone to play with.
You just didn't know he'd be tired of your games so quickly. Mushing your tail in his hands, getting a yelp out of you - you whimper, trying to wiggle your ass out of his grasp, but he is too firm. Presses his hands all over you and forces you to take him in, take him fully. Doesn't even bother with taking his cock out, fucking you with his slick, coated in some dripping goo, tentacles. The worst thing about monsters like him - he can get horny in an instant, forcing you to take his cock like a good little fox and stop teasing your dear colonel. You can huff and yelp for others to come and get you, but the base was tired of your antics.
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gremlingottoosilly · 22 hours
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Bimbo!Reader that doesn't really care Mafia!Konig is part of the mafia, usually tries to send him lunchboxes she made or just tries to support him, whether it's just that she's too dumb to exactly understand what's happening or genuinely doesn't seem anything wrong with it is unknown to König's henchmen
Konig just emptied a mag into the head of a dumb fuck who thought he could mess with the family. Just as he was ready to dump the body in a river and decide what he wanted for dinner, he heard your voice. Your precious, cheerful, adorable voice. Voice of a woman he loved - the one that he chose to marry out of all, significantly brighter, options. You look adorable in that flowery dress he bought - buying out the shop was certainly worth it. Now he can stop worrying about his pretty dumb wife messing up her new dresses and being upset - she has a whole collection of those free things now. You carefully step over the dead body, your hands balancing the tray of cookies you baked. The best ingredients money can get you, immense help from world-famous chefs working in his kitchen - and you still managed to make them a tad too sweet and crumbly. Konig fucking loves you. He sweeps you off your feet in a hot kiss, his lips pressing all over your face as you squirm - you whimper that he is too forceful and that he is going to spill all of the cookies out. He doesn't care, just winces at the sound of your whining - you're not allowed to be like this, not now. He can't have his pretty wife being upset, and so he carefully puts the cookie tray on the table. Then he calls someone to pick yup the body of a fool who thought he could feed his false info about whatever the fuck Price was doing with that new strip club he bought dangerously close to Konig's territory. British asshole better be fucking the strippers and not edging on his turf. But now he just kisses you, his pretty wife, and tells you to come and wait for him in the bedroom. He knows you want to talk to him, and that you miss him so, so much - but he needs you to rest and
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Idk how a bimbo!reader would work in monster!konig's universe, but i know this woman would constantly get made fun for walking into doors and saying the most stupid shit
You're a model human for the monsters who never saw one before, and now the whole base is convinced that all humans are stupid as fuck horny pets. Which may or may not save the rest of humanity from the fate of being massacred completely. The thing is...you're adorable. With your doe eyes and cartoonish expressions, with your dumbest questions that are going to be asked with a straight face - not because you want to make fun of anyone, but because you really are this fucking stupid. Konig doesn't know what to make of you, with his wife being such a dumb girl, but he is trying his best to show everyone that you can't be messed with. Even if the results of said messing could be really fucking funny. You ask if Konig is partly fish. You ash where Krueger's head is, and why Horangi can't purr like a cat does. Your eyes are betraying you, always showing just how empty your pretty head is. Never allowing you to forget about how dumb you are - but you don't even care. It doesn't matter, as long as you can press your face against Konig's chest and let him fill your pussy with eggs. It's been a while since his last clutch - you feel uncomfortable in maternity clothes that isn't stretched around your belly. Your pussy feeling empty without constant pressure of his cum bubbling inside. You somehow become more lucid, less dumb in this state - and you're asking question. Bad questions. "Where is my friends and what are you doing to these humans" questions. Konig can't let his pretty wife be upset. He kisses you all over, prepping you for the stretch of his egg-laying tentacle entering your pussy. You're going dumb immediately, eyes rolling back as you cling to him, beg to be filled. You're still asking stupid questions - but not dangerous ones, finally. You're pretty under him, all glazed and adorable. Konig wants to eat you right up. Wants to fucking devour you. Everything to stop you from being upset. Everything to keep his dumb wifey happy.
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I loved so much your Fallout!Au, is it's not inconvenient, can you tell us more about what you imagine for this universe?
I can only imagine Konig in three options, kinda - it's either a raider, and we all know just how obsessed he is with his vault girl. Pretty girl, clean girl, especially for Wasteland standards. Konig likes her enough to let her get the first bite of every piece of food they scavenged from an abandoned store or harassed out of traveling merchants. You would always refuse to eat it at first - would say it's not right, it's stealing, those people needed it more than a bunch of raiders. Konig nods and pets your head like you're one of his lanky, scarred battle dogs. Konig proposes you a few options - if you don't want to steal and rob, you can always wait for him in his bunk while he hunts for dumb enough people. While he gets the meat off their bones, making you a nice, juicy, bloody steak. Medium rare. Asks how the hell you managed to live cramped in the vaults without trying human meat. Hold your hair while you were throwing up just at the first sight of it. Accepted normal, stolen food right away. Let him feed you sugar bombs from his blood-stained dirty fingers. Not even flinching as he got deeper into your mouth, making you suck the sugar from the tips. Konig treats you like a princess - as much as a fucking raider can. Lets you sleep closer to the wall on his bed, protecting you from any opportunistic freak who would want to get a piece of your pussy. Licks you like a madman, always making sure you're properly wet and relaxed before he gets his monster cock in. He is probably already infertile from all the radiation - and you whimper, your Vault indoctrination whispering that every intercourse should end with children. Not too much, but also not for fooling around. Still, he protects you. Takes you out for scouting with him, lets you hide the little trinkets you collect, and then displays them in his room. If anyone tries to fuck with you, they're dead - and you cling to his side as he ravages some poor mutant. Will tell you to go and clean his gun after. You do it, like a good girl. The other version of Konig that I imagine is the Brotherhood of Steel paladin...but it's the story for another imagine.
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slasher!könig agreeing to meet and be interviewed by reader who produces and directs true crime documentaries :3
Konig loves his girls a bit crazy. You certainly fit the description. Now, crazy and obsessive - and brave, on top of everything. You're perfect in the way your eyes are shining brightly as you ask him about his latest victim. Both of you know he is never going to let you go after this after he gave you a tour of his house and let you meet one of his most compliant pets, but neither you nor he cares. You're a woman with determination, with the benevolent shine of a bright mind evident in the way you direct that podcast you're gushing so much about, and Konig is a tiny bit scared of you now. Scared and turned on - as much as he hates to admit it, but your butt does look good in those jeans. You interview his soon-to-be-dead victim, letting them give you wonderful insights on just how masterful Konig's knife work was. The killer himself promises to let you know it on your own after you're done with the podcast, but he can't even bring himself to make it an actual threat. If anything, you look and sound like you're going to fucking love this. If anything, it mostly look like you're ready to pick up a veil and be his perfect undead bride. Konig can't bring himself to murder you. You look like you're going to do this, like you will agree to be dead just for the sake of a great video - and he doesn't want that. Values you way too much for this to occur. Konig chokes you a little bit, just to make sure you're nice and unconscious - and then presses you down to his bed. Hands in handcuffs, chains all over your body. Cold biting your skin - he took your clothes off and burned it, so no one would get your trace. He was considering breaking down the recorder as well, but his wife would need something to do while he is too busy giving her new materials. You need your own toys. Konig has contacts - red rooms, dark web, the guys who used to pay him for the videos of war brutality he indulged in. He gives you an opportunity to be a star by providing the best fucking podcasts with sprinkled screams of his victims - and some sick fucks on the internet will buy it. Especially when connected to your moans as Konug mounts you, still hot and ready after killing the most recent guy. A power couple. You don't have a reason to go home now.
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gremlingottoosilly · 2 days
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Sleepy!Reader X Pushover!König?
Konig kidnaps a sleepy girl who doesn't give a fuck that she is kidnapped. A dream come true. You are quite cranky when woken up prematurely - so Konig dims the lights in all the rooms. Makes his bedroom soundproof not only to silence the sounds of your screams but also because he doesn't want to wake you up suddenly. He has the grace of an elephant in a tea cup shop, so he learns how to be soft, quiet, just for you. A warm hand rubs your hair, allowing you to lean into the touch. Konig smiles each time, kissing you softly. You murmur something in your sleep, looking absolutely adorable. Konig almost rethinks breaking your ankles so you could never leave the bed again. He resolves on a half measure - chaining you to a bedpost, occasionally letting you out for a bathroom break or some light stretching. He used to allow you to take baths on your own, a bit too shy to invade your privacy and a bit of pushover wile obeying your whining, but you fell asleep in the warm water - almost slipped down, almost drowned. Dumb girl, his precious girl - he is watching you like a hawk now, knowing he can't let you be off to your own devices. He doesn't want to call you stupid, but you are silly. You're silly, dizzy, and he is utterly whipped. Hates using his smartphone, but bought the latest Samsung for the best pictures of his sleepy girlfriend. Konig is enough of a pushover to not fuck you in your sleep - he wants you to be aware, to like it. To press your body closer to his and smile as he pushes his cock even further. You're adorable, really, and Konig wants to see you like him. You allow him to fuck you because he provides everything for you - even kidnapped and chained to the bed, and you find yourself kinda liking the situation. He brings out the best mattress and softest bedsheets, buys you an army of plush toys. Plays with your cunt while you hug one of the pillows, inhaling soft laundry scent. This is perfect - and you don't have to perform for anyone. Konig likes your bed hair and your sleepy expressions. He smiles when you blush and brings a kiss to your temple before diving in to fuck you properly. It's almost perfect, really.
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gremlingottoosilly · 2 days
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Tsundere reader becoming a lot more loving after the leaving incident, still a bit bratty but she always apologizes with kisses and love and some special treats ;)
Konig asks if you want snuggles since you have been sitting in one position for an hour already, and he gives him pointed stares whenever he shifts his position. Konig asks if you want some snacks since he just recently came from a grocery store and you weren't that much of an eater during dinner. Konig asks... You tell him that you don't want to talk to him. He nods, agreeing. It's a very normal position to have regarding your relationships, and he still has you chained up to the couch since you can be such a fussy girlfriend who tries to attack him. He sighs, turning away - not catching the way your expression changed immediately, getting almost scared. Almost terrified and confused, you immediately scooted over to his lap and press your face into his chest. You whimper like a silly darling you are. He gently pats your back, allowing you to settle on his lap. Doesn't say anything because he knows you're like a cat - once he tries to get all soft and adorable, you will scratch his face and run to the furthest lengths the chain allows you to. He just plays with the meat of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands - doing his best to settle you in. To calm you down. His domesticated girlfriend is still semi-convinced that he is going to just step up and leave her, and he doesn't really want that. His little voyage for the mission without warning did give him a very loving and gentle girlfriend - but it also kinda broke your ability to trust him whenever he would say he was just going for a quick mission. He seriously considered retirement at this point - but you're like a cat, bouncing back to being all feral and aggressive as soon as he settles in a comforting routine. He scoots you closer to press little kisses all over your face, and he can hear you cringing at the sensation. You kiss him back almost at the same time - you press little pecks all over his face. Embarrassed as you are, you are a snuggle bug. His perfect, pretty girlfriend. God, what wouldn't he give for you to finally settle in something regular between hating him and wanting him.
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gremlingottoosilly · 2 days
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monster!koing x bimbo pup!reader (this is my first ever request so I'm shy 🫣)
He trains you on how to take his cock like a good bimbo puppy you are. It's normal for hybrids of your type to be stupid - only makes you gagging and choking on his cock ever more sweet. You're too eager to please, too dumb to understand that you can't just take his cock fully on the first try without any preparation - but you're very determined, and who he is to take away your desire to be useful, right? He likes you being eager, adores the way you'd squeeze your thighs together as you suck on his cock, only fitting half of it while his tentacles caress your face freely. Pushing you down and squeezing your tail - he knows how sensitive it is, and he wants you to be a good puppy and sit here nicely. You're so desperate for head pats and ear scratches you'd do anything to please him - even if it means taking his eggs in your sore pussy and allowing him to use you as his precious cockwarmer. Your body temperature is higher than his tentacles's heat, so he likes to use your holes as a little heating pad. Filling you up with his eggs and making his dumb puppy even dumber - god, just how much he adores having you around... You will easily take him up your pretty round ass if he praises you during the act - you hop on your tummy and spread your pretty legs for him, hole already prepared to take him inside. You beg for him to breed all of holes, to make you his good girl, his pretty girl, the best puppy he ever had - and he can't play the strict owner for too long. Always wanting to make you feel good, Konig pushes his tentacles inside, allowing his inhuman anatomy to make you even tighter while double penetrating you. Always making sure to have at least something stuffed in your holes - and if he gone for as much as day without fucking you or instructing you to use toys to satisfy yourself, he knows just how whiny you're going to get. He wants it, of course. You look the best with your ears flat against your head and your tongue lapping at his cum-covered cock, licking it clean like the good girl you are. He gets you a special collar with him name and a leash that he can tie to the bed when you're being too rowdy. You will get your tail pulled and your pretty ass spanked - but don't worry, he will make sure to stuff it with something nice and big after. If you promise to be a good pup, of course.
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gremlingottoosilly · 3 days
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Now, Fallout!AU for Raider!Konig and fem!Reader...
Konig as a raider. Your typical one - wall of meat, muscles, mean motherfucker who doesn't really care who to kill and who to fuck after. It might be from one of the less drug-addicted gangs, most of the shit never works on him anyway. Might be radiation, might be mild mutation - no one cares. He isn't a leader of the gang, never good at working with people and commanding them - but he is good at shooting people and taking their stuff. He is good at spotting and sniping, despite people around laughing at his huge form scrambling behind a stolen sniper riffle. This is how he spots you, actually. A vault dweller - this much is obvious. You can lead him to your stash, a can deep in the ground. Filled with people, vault-dwelling rats - the ones that are too fucking good for this place. Konig thinks he hates them - but honestly, half of the wasteland does. You do look good in that tight suit of yours. Bright blue on the dry yellow of the ground below. he wondered who designed the suits - if people knew that every dumb underground rat would be spotted from at least 3 kilometres away in that bright blue thing. Works for him, though. He flips off the guy who didn't want to spot for his position. His rank in the gang is high enough to just get a guy by his neck and force him on guard duty - all while he is getting ready to catch the little rat. It was a while since he saw someone so pretty - honestly, only Vault dwellers can be considered pretty at this point. Clean skin, moderately clean hair. He knows that if he gets to smell you, you'd have this awesome stench of cleanliness. Would be lovely to push his nose into your hair as he fucks you on his bunk. Might even clean his room a bit so the underworld princess won't be too disgusted at the perspective of being chained to his bunk. A prized property. Pretty helpless thing.
Konig drags you to the compound with ease. You're too startled at the sight of a giant hooded man approaching you with a very mean gun on his hip - not even in his hands, since he is confident he can snap your neck with just two fingers. You whine like a brain calf being split in two at some posh casino far in New Vegas - he brushes his hand over your ass, gripping it. Patting it. You do have a weapon - he disposes of it now, just getting it to his pocket. You freeze when he takes your pip-boy off, snapping it off your wrist with ease. You mouth a little plead with your lips. Konig laughs. You have a Vault location in here - it's funny how such a silly thing is going to be the doom of your people. The gang leader would probably be sad they didn't get to torture you for information, but Konig is making sure the whole gang will be satisfied hearing your moans and cries the whole night. Everyone knows that Konig is a beast - and that if they try to get the leftovers of a pretty Vault girl, they will be used as a target practice next. You do smell good. Konig takes note of breaking into some abandoned building and trying to fetch water and cleaning supplies so you could continue to smell nice. Wants to doll up his pretty Vault snatch - even finds some old, pre-war dresses. Plays house as long as gang allows it. Some of the younger members give you a pitied look, hearing your little sobs every time Konig forces you to move. Some of the older members know that the moans you're letting out aren't the ones of pain. Konig isn't the one to share and to talk, so he never even brags about his girl. Just has her attached to his hip, clinging to his armor since he is the only one who you know here. At least you know him, somehow. At least you know he likes his pretty Vault rat too much to let you get hurt. By anyone but him, that is.
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gremlingottoosilly · 3 days
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How would Price act as a kidnapper?
He is...professional. Efficient. An unmovable mountain of experience. You just look at his guy and know that he kidnapped people before you. Probably would continue to do exactly that after you. If you're lucky, not in the same way as he does you. It's all very strict with him. He doesn't want a girlfriend, doesn't have time for puppy romance and some sweet feelings. This guy needs to feel like he has a wife of 10 years without actually spending years to find a woman and then courting her enough for her to put up with him for a long marriage. He doesn't treat you like a girlfriend - it's either his unruly housecat(the dog status reserved to his boys, not you) who is being sprayed with water every time you beg him to let you go, and then hosed down with water spray every time you forget any of many rules he has set for you, or you're his pretty housewife who has to cook dinner for him and his flock of teammates. Nothing in between. It's not all bad. Price can be nice - when he is longer at home, when Kate isn't giving him many missions, knowing he just found himself a pretty kitten to take care of. Price settles into a routine when his life allows it. Takes you out of the basement if you were good, rubs the bruises and scratches at your shackles ankles. Dresses you up in nice summer dresses and watches as you make lemonade, your hands trembling. He lets you use the knife - mostly because he fucking knows you don't have it in you to actually stab him. This dress of yours allows easy access for his cock - so he just lifts the skirt up, kissing your neck while getting your pussy slick enough for him to push it in. You hate admitting it, but you do like this side of him more. Both of settle in something domestic, something nice. You cook for him and he cleans the dishes. You settle into a couch while he turns on some comedy - lets you choose since he is just going to doze off. Even while your hands are chained to the couch. You are a pretty happy family.
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gremlingottoosilly · 3 days
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Closeted Monsterfucker!Reader X Monster!Konig before the monster uprising
You were good at keeping a secret.
Hiding behind closed doors, never allowing your colleagues to know about your dirty little secret. Not just a monster apologist, a lunatic who seriously thinks that monsters deserve rights and can actually be better than humans, but a slut who is whoring herself for the monster's cock. If other researchers knew about your little tryst with Konig, they'd be horrified. Disgusted. You'd be turned into a pile of meat to be thrown away, not even fed to the monsters.
This is why you beg Konig to be quiet as he fills you up with his tentacles, pushing as deep as possible. He can't breed you, there is no way you could hide being filled up with his eggs, and it frustrates him. You kiss his face, allowing him to drop your shirt over his head - he hates showing his face, you know this, but he is a violent monster hybrid, and he doesn't have rights in the research facility. You do your best to make his life a little less miserable - at least helping him with parts of his rut. Bringing him food and allowing him to fuck you with his tentacles, even though you both know he can't bite you like he wants to. Can't leave marks because your coworkers would see this - and you like Konig too much to leave him like that.
You just...you never knew that your affection would be the reason for him to reach his breaking point. You gave him a reason to slowly start resisting and urge other monsters to do so - and with other tension rising among the monster populace, you knew it would be a matter of time before the chaos would finally break out. You think humans do deserve a bit of a tough lesson - at least for how they treated many of the less compliant monsters. You just never thought you'd be alive for long enough to witness this.
Oh, but you're Konig's treasure now. Trophy wife, the most precious pet - the one he can mark as much as he wants, the one who can carry his eggs, finally bred and mated properly. You enjoy it, even though having no restrictions still feels like a foreign fantasy.
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gremlingottoosilly · 3 days
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*_* tell us more about how konig discovers he’s into being choked by spitfire darling
Your first attempts at choking him were laughable. You're simply too small for him, too precious and far too prim and proper for this stuff - your fingers can't even wrap around his bull neck. You have to google where the arteria are and how to cut the air circulation in order to actually choke him a little - and Konig just brushes his hands all over your body, allowing you to use him as a pillow. He likes having your head on his chest and loves feeling your ass grinding subconsciously against his crotch. He has a hand on your leash, knowing he can tighten it up always - knowing he can just rewoke your laptop privileges if he wants. But, he likes feeling your hands on his windpipe, desperately trying to choke him. You want to kill him - probably more as an experiment rather than actually trying, but Konig is still turned on. You still don't understand the power imbalance between you and him, and he finds it adorable. Finds it precious, perfect, he kisses you all over as you struggle to stay put on his lap. He lifts your top up just enough to suck on your tits as you squeeze his throat, trying to find the said artery to cut it off and finally choke him. His Adam's app;e throbs under your fingers, propping you to press on it. Firmly. Konig moans, his cock twitching on par with the sounds of coughing. You grind your ass against him, feeling the sensation. You realize you can't really fight him, it's not something that is possible - but still, you press on. Calling him a perverted loser who gets off feeling his throat being squeezed. You say just how much you despise bastards like him, who can't help but be turned on when a girl hates their guts. Konig only laughs, buckling his hips forward. Taunting you, forcing you to acknowledge his arousal. He is not even ashamed of cumming in his pants when you press a bit too harshly. He flips you on your back almost immediately, before you can even get in a triumphant pose - his mouth on your neck, kissing, biting. Forcing you down like a prey you are. You're all spread, open, ready for him. He devours you like the finest meal possible. Fuck, you're precious.
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gremlingottoosilly · 4 days
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Monster!Konig and Cow Reader from your oneshot in the masterlist post. Maybeeeeeeee sharing with Horangi? the bit cat just purring, ears all flicked back as Konig holds his hands behind his back because he doesn't want the big kitty to leave claw marks by accidentally kneading his pretty cow a little too hard.
when you have the time of course, love your work!
It was a matter of time before Horangi would come, following the scent of milk. This much is obvious - and with you feeling a bit more horny than usual since your heat is approaching rapidly, the colonel finally decided that he can allow the big cat to play with you for a little. Just a short break from being constantly filled with eggs and tentacles - you do start to feel a bit sluggish from all the laying in one place and never moving too much, after all. Horangi is ready to give you a run for your money - and empty your swollen, milk-filled breasts. "Poor thing. Did Colonel neglect you this much?" He laps at your tits, not caring that the milk pouring down your skin is getting messy on his face. Horangi is a man with a goal - and even with his hands firmly tied behind his back and a promise of not biting colonel's prized cow too much, he still managed to make you whine and sob from stimulation. You knew that cats liked milk...you just never thought it would relate to big cats as well. Konig is behind you, his tentacles going in and out of your weeping pussy in a lazy motion. He doesn't have to perform in front of his closest comrade - he just allows your hole to milk him for more cum, knowing how horny and sensitive you get when your breasts are leaking milk. Konig only chuckles at the comment, a hand gets in your hair to move you up a little bit, your breasts pressing against Horangi's chin. You're a messy girl, all cow hybrids are - just a dumb thing who only cares for her tits being milked and your pussy pounded. Squeezed between two men, with Horangi's sharp tongue irritating your poor swollen nipples, you feel absolutely drained - even though he can't massage your breasts to squeeze more milk out, and needs Konig to lend some of his tentacles to wrap around your tits and make you whimper as he continues to fuck you. And it's not even your heat yet - you can only imagine just what they are going to do once you become a properly trained house pet with her body only desiring to be fucked properly.
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gremlingottoosilly · 4 days
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Loser!Konig and Spitfire!Reader who goes to above and beyond lengths to try and avoid him
He didn't know it was possible for you to avoid him while he still had his cock buried deep in your pussy, but you somehow managed to do it. All while never being the quiet person - all while continuing to bark insults at him whenever he whipped his cock out and tried to put it inside of you. You feel weird, knowing that all of your fighting back is only making him more turned on...and so you start to ignore him. Even as he continued to explore your body like it belonged to him. It's hard to ignore a guy who rearranges your organs every night and whispers your name with love bordering on obsession - you hate the way he loves you unconditionally, the way he forces his feelings on you without even asking. You think you could have liked him otherwise before he went out and started threatening you, before he finally broke down to straight kidnapping. You feel weird even thinking about it, somehow. Whenever he is in the same room as you, you'd simply leave. He noticed it and started chaining you up in different positions throughout the house - sometimes to his bed, so he can mumble little meaningless apologies in your pussy and kiss the heat coming down your thighs as he fucks you with the vigor of a man starving, sometimes to the couch, just so you could have enough space to come and play the PS5 he got you, but also not enough for you to actually leave. It feels good, for him, to have you all pressed down on him and forcing you to act as his teddy bear. If you want to ignore him, he will simply use you as his cuddling buddy. It's no problem to him - especially if that means he won't heae your annoyed screeching in his ear.
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gremlingottoosilly · 4 days
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Imagine a Virgin! Reader thinking she outsmarted König by saying “I’m waiting till marriage” so he has a mock wedding in the basement 😭 imagine he kidnapped a priest to do the vows aswell.
In this whole situation, you mostly feel bad for the priest. Honestly, he just drew the worst possible card of being available in town next to Konig's dwelling and not being that cool type of priest who carries a gun. Konig kidnapped him, using the same method as you - and now there are two people stuck in his basement, but only one coming out alive. And fucked, thoroughly. It's kinda your fault - you said that you will never agree to sex before marriage and that you're too pure and innocent to even think about kisses without a wedding band. Konig loves you, obsesses with you - and he appreciates just how pure you are. Compared to his jaded position and cynicism, you're a pretty flower growing in the desert. Konig's heart was broken far too many times, and his years in the military didn't help with being a nice guy either - so, he appreciates his future wife being a faithful woman who values her innocence. Still, he doesn't appreciate it enough for a normal wedding. At least he has some sense in him, not fucking you in front of the priest. Konig drags you to the bedroom in the dumb white dress that he brought specifically for you - it's drenched in blood already since the basement isn't the cleanest place in the house, but he doesn't care. You look good in red. Too good, maybe. Good enough that Konig forces you to get on your back and kneads your ass before lapping at your cunt like a mad dog. He waited for this too long - a few weeks already, when he still thought your resolve could be broken easily. He's glad he waited - the sight of you trembling and crying under him is beyond divine. He wants you, he needs you, and he is so glad he can finally sink into your pussy, feeling your innocence slowly shattering under him. You can cry all you want, maybe loud enough for the priest in the basement to hear - but you can't escape him. Soon he will make you cry and squirm on his cock, moaning from pleasure - and soon you will beg for him to do his husband duties every night, while he is not busy with his other victims.
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gremlingottoosilly · 5 days
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Bimbo!Reader who's convinced Pushover!Konig is just a big teddy bear of a giant
He literally beat up a guy who tried to hit on you, and you were fussing over him, ruining that pretty shirt you helped him choose. Konig has no sense of style or tact, and he is very sensitive to criticism - but this is where your inner critic is shutting up, and you just fuss over him like he is just an overgrown baby.
Konig feels like your fussing over him is a bit embarrassing and generally a humiliating process, but he doesn't care - not as long as he can feel your hands on his face when you're wiping away the blood. You're adorable, fucking precious, and he can't wait to ruin you - just as soon as you'd stop being so dense about his hints...but you won't stop, and he finds himself in a weirdly wholesome relationship. It might be that you're just too dumb to see the signs, but he kinda likes your immunity to red flags - and besides, he is smart for the both of you...and likes being cared for too much. You drag him over to your favorite cafe, and he forces himself to stop thinking about fingering you under the table. You would probably allow him, especially while you're wearing a skirt that barely covers your ass and your cleavage is deeper than the knife wounds he used to inflict on his opponents, but he is far too nervous for this. Doesn't want to appear weird, even as you scoot closer to him and ask what he thinks about the necklace you bought with the money he gave you. He stares at the little space orb settled perfectly on your tits. He gulps. Konig probably needs to stop excusing himself in the middle of your dates to jerk off in a public bathroom, but the other possibility would be fucking you senselessly and making you even dumber than you already are...and it's not really an option. He keeps telling himself that he is not weird, but he allows you to sleep on his chest when you're too tired to go home after a movie night, and then he'd massage your tits for the rest of the evening. He keeps telling himself that he is not weird, but it's easier for him to snatch your panties and use them for masturbation than actually asking you to fuck him. The worst thing is - you trust him. You look at him with your precious shining eyes, and you act like he isn't a fucking war criminal who can snap your neck in a second. You give him too much power, trusting him so blindly - he knows he is going to snap one day. Like a rope slowly untangling from its threads. Like a metal cable that is going to escape your arms and cut through the soft skin of your palms.
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so konig with tsundere!reader, when he finally snaps instead of physically he just leaves for a while and when he comes back he's expecting attitude again and instead gets a very apologetic reader who was worried for a bit he actually wouldn't come back. Even lets him fuck her in whatever way he wants without insulting him.
You thought he would never come back. You thought he would never come back, and you're going to stay here, scared and hungry, until you're finally dead. Maybe some hikers would find your body in an abandoned house months later. Maybe you'd somehow manage to escape through his military-grade security systems and would have to rebuild your life from shambles. You don't want to rebuild your life, you have already settled into a routine - where you can be an annoying brat all you want, and Konig can be a fucking loser who serves you like a perfect servant. The thing is - Konig needed to blow off some steam. He took a quick protection contract lasting just a few days, in the same city - he needed to kill and maul someone so he won't kill and maul you. As much as he loved you behaving like a spoiled brat, he needed some relaxation. Find the target, kill the target, save Austria from a terrorist cell ready to blow up the yearly anime festival, and then return, ready to feel the kicks of his beloved tsundere girlfriend near his nuts. You're crying when he returns home. Like, actually crying. There are a million thoughts running through his head right now - did you manage to hurt yourself while waiting for him? Did someone hurt you while he was away? You cling to him like a kitten, you beg him to not let you just rot here, you fucking apologize for him. Plead with him. Jesus fucking christ. Konig hooks you up by your underarms and throws you to a couch, allowing himself to be spoiled with you finally agreeing to ride him - the pose he wanted to try for so long, but you hated being in an active position. You look so cute right now, so fucking vulnerable and open for him - he wants to pick you up and squeeze you, but he is already fucking your tight pussy while you ride him like there is no tomorrow. You are bubbling apologise and begging him to never leave you again...and he kinda feels like he finally house-broke you.
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