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Rough. || könig

Summary: you made a grave mistake telling your husband to get rough with you.

A/N: you guys keep asking, I keep giving. I’m so feral for this man it’s so bad :(

Wc: 1k +

Content: MAJOR SPIT KINK, overstimulation, creampie, praise, Dom! Konig, teasing, dirty talk, breats play, breast fetish, rough sex, spanking, anal play.

Pairings: König x Female! Reader

Minors DO NOT interact

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The expanse of your exposed back shimmered with perspiration as your plump breasts pressed firmly against the pink rabbit plushie beneath your form, staining the surface of the fabric with abundant drops of sweat.

Heavy pants fell from your kiss-bitten lips, growing more frequent as your husband’s hips harshly slapped against your jiggling ass cheeks, prompting a rumble of flesh to echo across your shared bedroom. A soaked spot resided below the moans and groans bouncing across the room, containing reminants of pre-cum and arousal of which spilled from your used pussy moments prior. It’s been hours since he started fucking you like this and he hasn’t let you cum yet. Not after what you said to trigger the event in place.

“I want you to be rougher with me. We have gentle sex all the time. I don’t want that anymore.”

“Is this what you Fuckin’ wanted, schatz?” He barked, lips attacking the juncture between your jaw and neck as he continued pumping his heavy, thick cock deep within your spongy, velvety walls. “Ich werde deinen perfekten kleinen Körper beanspruchen”, he rasped with gritted teeth. You mumbled incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you desperately yearned to release on your husband. Stray hairs stuck to your sweaty visage, making you look all the more gorgeous in the eyes of the man that solely got to witness the pleasured looks and lewd glances which appeared on your face from his own ministrations.

“Speak up.” A broad hand snatched your face in a vice-like grip, fingers wedging to squish your cheeks.

“Y-you’re so b-big!” You babbled, eyes sparkling as they met his own. He smirked darkly at your angelic face and rolled his hips oh so tenderly, forcing you to sputter as drops of arousal spilled onto the dampened sheets beneath your forms.

“Hmm!” your pink tongue lolled out of your gaping mouth, of which contained traces of smeared crimson lipstick trailing up to your cheek. Your mind drifted in and out of an otherworldly state, thoughts swirling to mush at the presence of the veiny, fat cock bullying its way into your poor little pussy.

“You’re always so tight, sweetheart.”

You let out a cute little whimper of which König took as a sign of your pleasure. He nipped at your ear hotly, teeth grazing just the tip to stem another desperate mewl from your salivating mouth.

“Good girl.” he cooed, mocking the desperation in your voice.

Your dampened eyes snapped open, feeling as rough palms suddenly prodded your plush, ass cheeks apart, exposing them to your husband’s piercing gaze. You whined and squirmed, desperately clawing the sheets in front of you before feeling your back suddenly stiffen as a glob of spit dripped down your asshole and to the space where your wet pussy tightly stretched around his pulsing cock.

“K-konig!” You wailed, tears messily dripping down your flushed cheeks in zigzagged trails. Embarrassment colored your bashful face as you hid into the mattress below. The translucent substance smeared between the cleavage, and you squealed the second a harsh slap smacked against your reddened ass.

A rumble of deep laughter vibrated in your ear and down your shivering back, going as far as to course through your body and down to your twitching, throbbing clit. He hummed seductively, pressing the hardened abs of his stomach against the flesh of your lower back.

“I know you like it when I do that, liebling.” Your husband sighed huskily, pulling the head of his heavy cock back out of your cum covered cunt, leaving the stretched hole of your inviting cunt abandoned and puckering for attention, before roughly plunging your tensing walls apart, a loud squishing sound following from your mixed, dripping juices.

“F-fuck”, you gasped, grasping your colorful pillow to your pounding chest tightly, only to feel the sensitive buds of your tits rake against the material in spouts of stimulation.

“Cute little asshole twitching all f’me.” his accent rasped and you whined adorably in reply, the heat from your dewy cheeks shimmering down on your moistened collarbones. He hoisted his body forward, the bulky build of his torso fully encapsulating your small, nimble form as he cruelly curled a muscled arm around your delicate neck, the other tracing its appendages down to rub soothing circles on your clit.

Your heart skipped a beat at his embrace, adrenaline coursing through your veins. He continued using your body like an instrument, forcefully propelling his soaked pelvis so that his cock skimmed your insides in the most delicious of ways.

Your husband moaned upon catching your watery orbs, snickering the second three of his appendages suddenly slipped into your mouth. You sputtered and choked in surprise, chest heaving as your eyes fluttering closed before you obediently suckled the thick fingers in your heated cavern.

“Mmm!”, you moaned sweetly, tears rolling down your heated cheeks and collecting beneath your saliva covered chin.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute, Schatz.” he grunted, rolling his hips back to sharply thrust back in, smacking against the plushy place against the upper wall of your cunt powerfully enough to make the springy bed you leaned on, squeak.

“Can’t believe this cute pussy is all mein.”

Whiney little mewls escaped your lips and rumbled against his fingers as he continued plunging into your pussy, the walls clenching around the intrusion of his slippery dick as he chuckled below his breath from your mindless hiccuping and sputtering moans.

“You feel s’ good, liebling.” he groaned, the flesh surrounding his pelvis and the v lines of his sturdy hips were smothered in your glistening arousal, which he moaned fondly of the second he felt more of it splatter onto the muscles of his upper thighs and his spamming balls.

“You gonna make this pretty pussy cum on my cock, ja Süße?” You nodded dumbly, the pads of your fingers scrambling to grab at the flexed muscled arm wrapped around your neck. “Y-yea- ahh¡”

“Yes what?”, he challenged, azure eyes calculatingly staring at the pleasured features of your cute face.

“Y-yes, my h-husband.” He smirked, his hand pinching and fondling a single bouncing breast.

“Mein. deine Fotze gehört ganz mir.”

You hastily pulled your quivering mouth away from his drenched fingers, a web of spit sticking to your chin as you choked and sputtered, the knot in your lower belly coiling at the sudden embrace of his cock pressing against the sweet, plump place in your pussy. Your back arched as your shaky thighs trembled, eyes pinching closed from the sudden orgasm which overcame your senses.

“I-I’m cumming!”, you mewled prettily, breathless from the slick coated balls that slapped firmly against your sweet, drizzled cunt.

“G-Gottverdammt. Shit.” König grunted lowly, the feeling of your throbbing walls squeezing his brimming, inflamed cock oh so deliciously, he began to pant the moment spurts of his hot, white cum splattered across the insides of your soft, gushy pussy. Angelic moans spewed from his mouth as he emptied himself in you, lovingly kissing your shoulder blade as his forehead lazily pressed on your matted spine. Weak movements from his hips pushed him to keep rutting against your puffy clit as he slowly pulled out, streaks of his seed splashing on the hood of your cunt.

König stood rigid against your sweaty back as you gulped for air, hands loosely planting on the white, crisp mattress cover below you before your senses finally regulated. Your tired body limply dropped on the bed and you looked at your husband expectantly, only to find yourself getting hoisted upwards by his strong hands.

Your face was approximately inches from his, and you began to feel self-conscious now that your rabbit plushie no longer shielded your full breasts from his intent gaze. You opened your half-lidded, fluttering eyes slowly, batting them innocently before feeling as the wind suddenly escaped your pounding chest. Hefty appendages dug into the hickies marked into the surrounding flesh of your neck, and you began to cry, fright shining in your doe-like eyes as your heart accelerated in anticipation.

“What did I say about making me cum, Schatz?”

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deine Fotze gehört ganz mir. - your cunt is all mine.

Ich werde deinen perfekten kleinen Körper beanspruchen - I’m gonna claim your perfect little body

Süße - sweet

Liebling - darling

Maus/mausi - mouse

Ja - yes

Schatz - treasure

Mein- mine

Gottverdammt - god dammit

#konig #konig smut #konig x you #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #konig x reader smut #konig call of duty #konig x female reader #konig mw2 #könig imagine #könig x fem reader #könig modern warfare #community label: mature

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Watch me. // König

Summary: You like seeing him fight and könig knows this. He also knows you’d love to get awarded for watching.

Wc: 1k

A/n: consider it a continuation from the last >:)

Content: cunnilingus (oral sex), Sub! Reader, Dom! Konig, Pussydrunk! Konig, dirty talk, praise, breast play.

Pairings: Konig x female! Reader

Minors DO NOT interact

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“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, schatz.” His strong hands wedged into the juncture behind your sore knees, pushing your smooth legs apart to reveal your gushing pussy. His shadow stretched above the mattress as he towered over your body, looking down at you expectantly. Military gear framed his muscular physique after having arrived only hours ago from a long mission.

“I-I didn’t know what to do.” You tried, swallowing saliva as you attempted to dry your parched throat, which resulted from previous endeavors that consisted of watching König punching the shit out of a man who wouldn’t stop ogling you in his presence at the bar.

“You could’ve told me. That’s what I’m here for, am I not?” you whimpered when he kneeled in front of your sleek, dripping cunt, blue eyes skimming over the drops of arousal that smeared across your inner thighs and leaked down to your ass.

“Y-yes”, you sighed cutely, the little bud between your legs twitching underneath his unreadable stare. You whimpered when his giant hands smoothed over your puffy nipples, quickly groping a swollen, plush breast in a vice-like grip as he played with it tauntingly.

“B-but i-“

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you mausi? That’s the only explanation to how wet your cute little hole is.”

You whined at his lewd answer, clenching around nothing but the air he teasingly blew at it.

“I wanted you to protect me.” You begged prettily,

“But you also wanted me to touch this pretty pussy. Seeing me fight turns you on, hm?” He teased, eyes twinkling with delight. Small specks of lust swirled with the blue hue.

Your body stilled and you stayed frozen in place for a few seconds, drumming up an answer that your face silently resolved for you the second you averted your eyes with hot, flushed cheeks. A hearty laugh fell from his lips when he watched your reaction, the palm of his large hand gently cupping your face. You leaned into it lovingly, looking up with sparkling eyes,

“Du kleines Luder. I’ll reward you for watching, liebling.”

Your abdomen quivered with little to no resistance the second his greedy, heated mouth fell flat against your soaked folds. He moaned lewdly, the sound of his noisy slurps echoing across the room and furthering the speed of your beating heart.

“Ah~ ah!”, You moaned beautifully for him, the curve of your back arching upward as one of your nimble hands mindlessly fell on his messy blonde hair, the other gripping the sheets for dear life. König gave a harsh suck upon noticing what he can do, and unbeknownst to you, a cocky smirk painted his wet, plush lips.

“gottverdammt. You’re so fuckin’ cute, Schatz. Ich liebe es, dich zu schmecken.”

You whimpered, shaking thighs clamping around his head as the pink muscle of his tongue continued assaulting the pudgy outer walls of your spasming cunt.

“‘m gonna take care you, engel. Is that what you want? You want me to eat this pretty pussy and fight for it?” His hands dug into the chub of your thighs, dipping your knees back to rest on either side of your heaving breasts. “Du magst meine Zunge, nicht wahr?”, he chuckled lowly with a thick Austrian accent.

You nodded eagerly, ragged breaths falling from your kiss-bitten lips as your mouth gaped open, drooling spilling over the side of your cute, angled chin. The vibrations of his low voice coursed through the jerking muscles of your bulging cunt, and through the warm, tight walls that desperately wanted to release tension.

“Look at me, Süße”, he demanded darkly, and your eyes snapped open. The second his azure eyes fell on yours, you squirmed, the intensity in his gaze matching the half-lidded closure within them.

“You give me a reason to fight every single time I get deployed, Schatz. Especially when I get to taste and make this pussy cum.” He continued staring at you, latching his wet mouth back on your abused clit with determination before gently rubbing your thigh with a creeping hand. It stayed this way for a while, and you rambled incoherently before you felt a thick finger rub your drizzled slit tantalizingly and slowly thrusting your tense walls apart.

“K-konig! ~♡.” you cried desperately, big fat glops of tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks as stray hairs matted against your angelic, perspirated face. Ripples of squelching noises perverted the room, provoking the stiffening bulge in Konig’s trousers. He groaned deliciously, adding an additional appendage to the one grounding into your squelching cunt. “Cum for me, baby.” He whispered, sternly keeping his eyes trained on your pleasured face.

“F-feels so good”, you whined hotly, miserably grinding your pelvis against his face without a lick of shame as the snap in your abdomen broke, bringing forth the most relieving convulsions to ever rake your body. Your head lulled to the side weakly as you rode the release out, hums of praise and sweet nothings spewing from your husband’s lips as he stared at you fondly with his hot mouth suctioned to your clit. You closed your eyes momentarily, finding bliss in the relaxation that overcame your tense muscles. Yet, they quickly snapped open upon hearing the sounds of metallic buckles drop to the floor.

You glanced at the strong, veiny hand gripping your hickie marinated hip, before looking down at the thick, throbbing cock that neared your inner thighs. Globs of white, creamy cum spilled over the sides of the red swollen tip, and you squealed adorably upon feeling the heavy cock smack against your sensitive little cunt. Your wet lashes clumped together as you blinked innocently at your husband.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you liebling?”

Word definitions:

du kleines Luder - you little minx

Ich liebe es, dich zu schmecken - i love tasting you

Du magst meine Zunge, nicht wahr? - you like my tongue, don’t you?

Schatz- treasure

Mausi- mouse

Liebling- darling

Engel- angel

gottverdammt - goddamnit

Süße- sweet

#konig mw2 #konig x oc #konig x you #konig smut #könig x reader smut #könig x fem reader #könig x y/n #könig call of duty #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #community label: mature

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About: Hi! I'm Xity ✰l 20 l afro-Latina l she/her ; Thanks for stopping by and taking a look at my blog! I write for numerous fandoms . I also randomly disappear for intervals but I return in due time :) ☼☽

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❐ Recent works: ● The best thing cash can buy. ↷ starring Kokonoi Hajime of Tokyo Revengers ● Take it. ● Watch me. ● Rough. ↷ starring Konig of Call of duty MWII

❐ Guide: Rules • Masterlist ⏎

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Masterlist

⎔ Jason Todd of Batman

Father Todd, Mother (y/n)

in which the Tim, Dick and Damian’s travel to another dimension leads them to religious figures identical to you and Jason.

Summer leaves

you find yourself thinking about the raven-haired man who consistently visits your bookstore...

Red Hood and The Black Sphinx (+18)

Re-animation and resurrection: What’s the difference? (Y/n) can’t really tell the two apart, especially when it happens to someone she’s loved and continues to love.

Mrs. Officer (18+)

Red Hood has some fun with the officer he’s had his eyes on.

Gorgeous

you comfort Jason after an insult gets to him.

Red's Gift (+18)

Jason is greeted by the sight of you and his present.

⊕ Leon Kennedy of Resident Evil ll

Officer and I (series) (+18)

Following the Arklay murders, a handful of similar incidents arise across Raccoon City. All the while, a handsome police officer meets a recently promoted detective. Can their combined efforts put an end to an impending doom?

△ Taeyong of NCT

Universe

Manifestations can lead to many things: New careers, houses, and challenges. Most importantly, it can lead you to the person of your dreams, just like the stars lead the moon to the sun.

The Rush (18+)

Ruthless criminal Lee Taeyong has had his eye on you for quite a while now. After playing cat and mouse games around Neo City, what happens when he finally captures you?

〇 Suguru Geto of Jujutsu Kaisen

Hide and Seek. (series) (18+)

geto never gets to have any fun outside of work. He decided to change that the second he met a pretty little thing like you… he never anticipated getting so attracted.

◇ Kokonoi Hajime of Tokyo Revengers

The best thing cash can buy. (18+)

Your job title isn't appealing to most, but luckily for you, a certain gang treasurer could care less about it. He's most interested in you.

⊗ König of Call of duty MWll

Watch me. (18+)

- you like seeing him fight and Konig knows this. He also knows you’d love to get rewarded from watching.

Rough. (18+)

- you made a grave mistake telling your husband to get rough with you.

Take it (18+)

After begging him over and over, Konig finally helps you make a baby.

#jasontodd #masterlist #konig call of duty #suguru geto #kokonoi hajime #leon kennedy

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The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

#kokonoi x reader #koko x reader #yandere kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonoi hajime #koko x y/n #kokonoi hajime x reader #Kokonoi x reader smut #Kokonoi hajime x reader smut #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #bonten #tokyo manji gang #bonten timeline #bonten kokonoi #yandere community #community label: mature

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Take it. || könig

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summary: In which könig gives you what you desperately asked for: a baby.

wc: 800

Themes: breeding, penetration, missionary sex, impregnation kink, Dom! König, Sub! Reader.

Pairings: König x female! Chubby! Reader

Warning: Minors do NOT interact

A/N: short and sweet:)

“P-please!” You pleaded, the strains of dried tears staining your dewy, perspirated cheeks. König chuckled below his breath, a large hand spanking the expanse of your ass cheek, drawing a squeal from your kiss bitten lips,

“Nein.” He smirked, the charming curve of his lips twisting with mischief to match the amusement swirling in his cerulean eyes.

“You’re gonna cum for me again. Isn’t that what we agreed on Liebling? We need to get you ready for our little one.”

The grip on your heaving breast released itself as his strong fingers drifted across the gap of your chest, and down to the expanse of your pudgy little tummy. Even in the middle of your lewd act, you couldn’t help but blush and shy away from his hand, only for him to force both of his strong appendages on your waist possessively. He harshly held you down as the slow roll of his hips met with the plush of your jiggling thighs.

“I can’t do it, könig.” You pouted, teary doe eyes putting on a display for him as your cranked your neck to look at him. The second his eyes locked on yours, you grew frigid, terrified of the words that came tumbling from his lips.

“What was that?”, he stilled roughly, thick cock kissing your gummy little g-spot. You whined and whimpered, feeling the bundle of nerves gathered at the pit of your tummy press so sweetly close to releasing. Your eyes widened as his hand nestled into the base of your neck, forcing your head back as digits dug into your hair.

“I-I”

“Use your words, Schatz.” His voice was stern, sharp enough to cut through the sexual atmosphere accumulated among in the room.

“I don’t think I can’t take a-“, your bottom lip quivered when you released a string of incoherent words, mewls and whimpers thrown in the mix the second he began swiveling his hips, hardened cock deliciously grinding across your slick, matted walls. You involuntarily clenched around his throbbing cock, so suddenly seeking the warmth and seed that could only be provided from his weeping tip. A husky chuckle tickled your ear as he pressed a kiss behind it and he continued leading the plushness of his mouth down the expanse of your sweaty back,

“Seems like you’re ready to cum again, hm? What do you think, liebling? You gonna cum f’me like a good girl? Gonna let me put a baby inside?”

“Yes!” You eagerly voiced, swaying your thick hips around, furthering the process of turning König on as your chubby thighs jerked flatly against the muscles of his own, matting his pelvis and happy trail with your mixed juices. “Please! I need you to gimme a baby”, you blabbered. He audibly groaned, the pitch in his voice skippering up an octave higher, concocting a desperate whine into the mix.

“C’mere”, he murmured, fingers tightly wedging onto the flesh of your hips as he retreated from within, only to thrust back into you with effortlessly.

“Can’t wait until you’re leaking with my seed. This fertile pussy is mine. All. Mine.”

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Officer and I [Chapter two]: Surprises await

• Summary: Following the Arklay murders, a handful of similar incidents arise across Raccoon City. All the while, a handsome police officer meets a recently promoted detective. Can their combined efforts put an end to an impending doom?

• Warnings + content + genres: Mentions of blood & gore, [trigger warning] Violence, Weaponry, [Smut], Consensual sex, fluff, self-insert, crime & mystery, Horror, Romance, Angst, Hurt & Comfort.

• Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy (Police Officer!) x (Female) Reader (Detective!)

A/N: text is written in white, dark mode works best when reading.

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As you closed the door to the west office, a hand reached for your shoulder, giving it a slight pat before you could react, “Detective (L/N)”, You turned around, curious at the tone, before straightening up once you saw the familiar man,

“Lieutenant Marvin!”

“We’ve been over this”, he grimaced, expressing distaste for the honorific you often used, despite his best efforts to tell you otherwise. You chuckled, the apples of your cheeks churning in shade from your widened smile in addition to the feeling of the sun’s rays from the rectangular window overlooking the city. “Is there anything I can help you with?”, you questioned, raking your brain for any responsibility you might've missed on the way in.

“Fortunately for you, nothing as of right now. Just came to remind you. The rookie’s coming in soon”, you nodded.

“Knowing how good of a cop you were, I wanted this final assignment to leave an impression on you. So don’t fail me now.”, you looked at him intently, so utterly hard that you could almost see the remnants of admiration and sorrow swimming in his eyes. It was safe to say he’d missed you.

“In case you get side-tracked, I’ve listed every single duty on file, right on your new desk. With that, I’ll leave you to it. Wish you luck on your endeavors.”

“Lieutenant-”, you held out a hand to pause his departure, smiling desperately after seeing his faltering, stoic facade. He stopped, looking at you expectantly,

“You say that like I won’t be under your command anymore. I have a week left y’know. Appreciate me until then”, you winked, lips curling into a smile. In all honesty, you wished Marvin were less stressed about the ongoing situation. You could see through his hard exterior and it was clear he was holding his emotions back. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it now, but something in the way he spoke to you this time around let you know that he’d grown so attached to you. The older male relaxed, stifling a soft chuckle before retreating from the pathway, “You’re right, detective. That reminds me, now that you mention it, I think I’ll add on another assignment for good measure”, shock washed over you as you quickly shook your head, earning another chuckle from the man who looked at you fondly, “Take care rookie”, he gently brushed passed.

“I’m not a rookie anymore!”, you huffed childishly as you turned, only for him to be nowhere near. Placing a hand on your perspirated forehead, you stifled a dry laugh, before moving from the walkway, and in the direction of the six desks seated in the middle of the office. You looked at the empty seats for a second, immediately noting that your team had an early start.

You withdrew focus from the notion, citing the fact that numerous riots have been occurring across the city. They probably had to go manage them. The reason for those occurrences has yet to be identified but rumors have been referencing some sort of secret organization that has been contributing to foul play through human experimentation. Even so, the police force has yet to comment on it, as they have yet to find any indication of said company.

While you never intended to make such things your everyday norm as a police officer, you often waited for your lieutenant's word as that's what you trusted best. And as of right now, he wanted you least concerned with it. However, even without a lack of bodies from your squad that usually invaded the room, something ultimately still felt off. Aside from the riots and rumors going on, perhaps, it was the details of your impending absence. Upon approaching the first workspace located between the rest, you grew glum, a frown making its way onto your lips.

Your old desk…

Your fingers drummed over it as you thought back silently to the many assignments you’ve had to do there. You hated to admit it, but while you had the most atrocious and traumatic experiences there, you also had pleasant ones.

Drawing closer to the area where your old name tag would’ve been, you spotted the new one. Bold, golden, letters contrasted against the black band that wrapped around the rectangular holder. Your anguish quickly dissipated, replaced by curiosity,

“Leon S. Kennedy”

So that was the new rookie’s name, huh?

You repeated it in your head, curious as to how it’d sound rolling off your tongue despite previously catching the first half of his name in your final group meeting with the lieutenant. The sun’s glint on the desk forced you to set the nameplate down as a new thing derived your attention.

You picked the neatly folded paper up from the center of the desk, taking a few minutes to read it, before setting it down.

What a cute assignment for a rookie. Easy work and it sounded like an icebreaker a high school teacher would’ve used. You found amusement in the idea that the Lieutenant concocted for the new member of the police force.

‘At least he tried’, you chuckled, thinking back to the goofy assignment Marvin first gave you. Knowing how hectic the next few days would be, you knew the new officer wouldn’t get to lay eyes on the paper until the end of the week at best.

He’d be stuck with you for the most part.

A gust of wind rolled over you, as a selective few of your colleagues came rushing in, paving the way to a loud and rowdy desk area,

“Hey guys”, you smiled, watching as Rita hurriedly climbed up on her wooden table with glittery alphabetical banners in hand. Elliot groaned lazily before shortly following suit. You proceeded to watch the two bicker for a hot minute before they snapped their heads to you in a quick manner,

“Oh! Heya, (Y/N)!”, Rita greeted, grabbing a piece of flimsy scotch tape from the side of her wrist,

“Don't mind us, we’re just-, we’re just,”

“Finishing some last-minute decorations?”

“Pretty much”, The female grabbed her police vector, tugging it down just a smudge to hide the embarrassment on her face.

“Hey you”, Elliot remarked, the exasperated look in his eyes leaving you confused as he handed you a pile of supplies, “Now that you’re here, do you mind helping Rita finish the decorations? Yeah? Please? Thanks”, he squeezed your shoulder before jogging in the direction of the doorway. You stood, dumbfounded before looking at the blonde in question, “He was tired of helping me. Said I was apparently too pushy and he wanted to do some real police work ”, she sighed, mumbling something about a “fuckin prick”.

“I heard that”, came audibly from across the room. You chuckled at them before sluggishly planting a firm foot on a desk and tugging your body on top. Rita smirked, giving you the end of the alphabetical banner she held,

“Sometimes, hard work isn’t police work.”

You nodded, “Especially when it pertains to throwing a surprise celebration in a police station."

You both chuckled. Although you expected the surprise celebration to be a difficult occasion to gain approval for by the likes of Marvin, it surprisingly wasn’t. Perhaps because it wasn't very often the lieutenant inducted a new officer. With what had been going on for the past few months, nobody wanted to work in Raccoon city. The violence often overwhelmed people. Especially when it contributed to death. It was too much of a burden for them or their family. Under that exact circumstance, you began to accept that perhaps you could see where Marvin was coming from when he decided to let the squad he commanded do this. The two of you tapped up the edges of the banner, with it finally and clearly reading, ‘Welcome Leon’. Rita helped you settle down carefully in your chair, shortly seating herself as well,

“Thanks for helping me, I know you have your own things to do”, she motioned towards your office, which sat directly to the right of the room. “Nah, it’s fine”, you waved a hand dismissively, “Might as well help set up the celebration since I’ll be the one showing him around”,

Rita smiled wolfishly, “Oh yeah, I forgot. Way to go robocop”.

“I try, I try”, you shrugged, laughing in the end. You both quieted down, eyes glancing over the time before hurriedly moving across the room. Work didn’t start until 8:30 am for either of you, but today, you were asked to come in early for the sake of the newbie.

“As much as I’d love to stay and chat, we should probably get to crackin.",

“Agreed. Lieutenant told me I could get started on my first assignment while I wait for the rook- eh, Leon.”, she eyed you suspiciously, sensing your particular avoidance towards his name. She began to nod slowly, “I see. well then, I salute you detective. Have a good rest of your day. It’s been a pleasure working with you”, she smiled solemnly, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay despite wanting to ball her eyes out in the work environment,

“Thank you, Rita. It’s been a pleasure working with you too." you grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze before standing. "Take care of the boys for me, will Ya?”, you gathered up a few pens and pencils from a cup on your desk, leaving some for your new friend while grabbing a few for yourself,

“Considering the fact that I’m officially the only female. It’s a definite yes”, she confirmed, grabbing at the stray supplies scattered across the workstation. Taking a moment to wash away the sadness of your old job, you took a deep breath before walking across the room and looking at your brand-new office space. The greyish-blue colors of the west office curved around the walls framing your cubic space, leaving just enough space for the three square windows right above your sitting space. The interior looked nice and neat, a big brown desk old with age, but brand new with purpose. Just as you move to hanker down and pop open one of the numerous files on your desk, the chatter from the west office rose in volume, spiking your curiosity,

“Welcome Leon! Nice to meet you!”

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