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konigsblog · 3 months
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tw: non-con, kidnapping, tentacle, monster fucking - dead dove do not eat.
getting kidnapped, but the kidnapper uses his tentacles to punish you in the most inhumane ways possible, your cries falling into silence as you gaze up with horror at the sight of him. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)
tentacles stuffing your mouth, inching further down your tight throat whilst they begin undressing your figure. eldricth-könig finds joy and anticipation by wrapping his thick, murky and slimy tentacles around your neck tightly, choking you whilst he slaps his bulbous, wet dick against your clit for hours – not inching inside, just hitting his hung, heavy dick against your pretty clit for hours.
he's only taunting you... it's a shame, really – the sound of your broken, faint cries as he insists on filling you with his meaty tentacles, stretching you out as he buried deeper, inching further inside.
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morthern · 9 months
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Summon: boyfriend 🐙
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catmansquad · 7 months
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Eldritch!König
Headcanons galore for the troubled soul.
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For as long as he remembered, he knew he wasn’t like other children.
His mother would wrap him up warm, a little scarf so that no-one could see the welts all over his lower face.
Their parents would whisper, and pull the children away from him.
His mother was loving and warm, but his father never showed him love. The man was cold and abusive. Calling him a freak with bloodshot eyes and the stench of alcohol on his breath.
Eventually his father revealed himself as violently homophobic. König’s attempt at exploration in his teen years ended in being beaten black and blue. His father called him a freak in more ways than one.
König was inevitably forced to confront the fact that he definitely wasn’t like other people. The man who spat venomous words was only his step-father. His mother conceded defeat when he stepped into the light to show his face. She told him that his father- his sire- was “exceptional” in all ways. A night of transcendental passion that defied all description.
At 35 years old, König stands over 7’ tall, and can lift a grown man single-handedly.
To say he is intimidating would be an awful understatement.
Until he met you, there was only one other man he trusted and loved deep enough to unmask himself. It was the deep and pure acceptance he’d always longed for. For a time, he had found someone he could trust absolutely.
When the townsfolk came with torches and petrol bombs, chanting of death to the “Abomination”, König was determined to fight, then to flee with his beloved. In the end, only he escaped the flames.
It takes him months of letting down his barriers and rejecting your attempts to see his face, before he finally agrees.
“Promise me, mein Schatz… P-promise me that you... Won’t scream…”
You had expected scarring, perhaps disfigurement.
“I promise, King, you’re handsome to me no matter how-“
You barely manage to choke back the shriek of horror, eyes blown wide as the sniper’s hood falls to his side, clutched tight in a fist.
His azure eyes are sad, sparkling with unshed emotions. All six of them. His nostrils are narrow, his frowning mouth barely visible beneath the many long, tentacles that now hang limp and still as he waits for you to reject him. To call him a freak. To run, screaming into the night, howling about a monster.
“That’s… N-not what I was expecting.”
His eyes flick up to meet yours, a soft gasp passes his lips. You don’t run, you step closer to him. Had reaching out, fascinated, until you stopped. “Can I touch them?”. He nods, slowly.
He shivers at the feel of your fingers brushing along one of his appendages, it twitches at the foreign contact. He slowly coaxes it into wrapping around your hand in return.
Kissing König is an experience. His huge hands cup your ass to support you against his chest, his tendrils wrap around your neck, across your shoulder and down your back, pulling you close against him. He kisses back with a ferocious desperation, a touch-starved, love-starved man who finally has acceptance once.
He has other secrets, too; of how his gloves conceal his dark, sharp nails and webbed fingers, of the faint, closed slits in his neck that hide gills, and of how the light never seems to sit quite right on his bare skin. It is as if the shadows of the night sky want to swallow him up.
You’d always let you imagination run wild, the first few times you’d slept with the hulking Colonel, the man who refused to show his face, but the moans and groans of your name from beneath the hood had been enough to sate you. Loving him for who he really was did not take much effort.
He loves you just as much. Perhaps, his love burns too hot. After what befell the last man who accepted him, König would do anything to keep you safe. To keep you his. Anything.
“Mein Liebe, mein Schatz… Mine…“
It’s common to wake up to find yourself hugged against his chest, eyes watching you sleep, a single tentacle stroking your cheek. Your dreams are stranger these days; of a ruined city beneath an eclipsed sun, and tattered yellow banners fluttering in dead winds.
You witnessed him deal with the last man who assaulted you; the mask shifted and one tentacle lashed out from beneath, wrapping around his neck and strangled him while König looked on with a ferocious growl in his chest.
At the Halloween party, König greeted you wrapped in golden silks and a white veil. He hugs you close, lavishing little kisses while spinning you on the spot and whispering sweet nothings in you ear. “I know who I am. What I am here for. Be my consort, by my side. Forever. We will rule this world made anew. You are worthy, dear one…”
Only then did you recognize what he meant. He was telling you who he was. His callsign, his robes of golden yellow silk, the yellow tears that stained his sniper hood. He’d always been telling you.
“Der gelbe König”.
The King in Yellow embraces you as the eye of the storm, lost in each other’s eyes, as the madness claims all else.
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secondarily-firstly · 1 month
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Sketchbook
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Call of Duty OCs | Sketch — original characters — sfw — reference John price x fem!Reader | greyscale — self indulgent — sfw — fluff
König x Reader | sketch — gn!reader — sfw — fluff
ghoap cartoon icon | icon — silly — sfw — fluff
Simon Riley x pregnant!reader | sketch — fic drawing — sfw — fluff
personal hc of Roach | sketch — semi-realism attempt — sfw — reference
eldritch horror!König | pointillism — kinda creepy — sfw — horror
141 x reader couch base | base — sketch — sfw — reference
ghoap at ease | coloured — art with effort — sfw — fluff
moment of peace (ghoap) | coloured — sketch — sfw — fluff
cod persona/self-insert | somewhat coloured — wip — sfw — reference
gladiator!König | coloured — art with effort— suggestive — fanart
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Self-insert doodles 👇
Roach - Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 (pfp) | the dreaded deletion of ibis paint x T^T
Soap - Pt. 1
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tags to be updated with each new update
I do not censor for language
Any eventual possible nsfw art will be censored and tagged
Requests for both art and writing are currently open—though I am new to the fandom so pls be kind. I am not completely 100% versed in lore or gameplay
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cookiepie111 · 9 months
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Priest/ darling and eldritch könig Au
Walking through the base discussing plans with price and seeing something coming down the halls, that thing isn't human!? Why were letting it walk around like this?!
Ohhh,he'd have to get rid of that pest
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avelindel · 6 months
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“Good God! What Eldritch dream-world was this into which he had blundered?” ~H.P. Lovecraft
Made for finn_elts
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onestrangechild · 1 year
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Aye, unprovoked hot take time
I love the idea of König secretly being an Eldritch demon and the whole *King of the deep* brand fuckery that’s been sprouting up… but tentacles feel cheap
BY NO MEANS AM I SAYING ITS BAD TO LIKE! Tentacles are classic when you think “horrible creatures beyond the comprehension of man”, but I wanna spice this up.
I had the idea for a simple like… 4 panel comic of someone being rude to Horagni (cuz I love this ship) and König just walks up behind them stone cold poker face, throws his veil over their head, and you hear really creepy shit fog billows out, the dudes screaming bloody murder and thrashing but can’t seem to get his head free, then König pulls the veil back and the guy falls to his knees gasping, then some reaction out of Horagni either in the vein of “Fuck in the What was that?!” or “A bit… overkill but thank you”
I can’t draw worth-a-shit (I’m good at stick comics tho ;u;) or I would sketch this myself, discuss however you’d like
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can0fwworms · 1 year
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Hopping on the monster König headcanon train
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artbythedarkside · 1 year
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Yes. I fell for it. Eldritch König in the works.
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konigsblog · 3 months
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what about eldricth-reader? :3 reader who wraps their tentacles around könig's thick, fat cock...
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burstinn · 7 months
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Eldritch Octo! König x Male reader
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I want an x male reader with eldritch König. I always find x female :(( so I made one for myself.
Can be read as Gn! reader but targeted audience is male or people with he/ him or he/ they
Warning: Translated German, Non-con?, Forceful relationship/ toxic relationship.
Striking and sliding your legs out of the wreckage of your teams ship. Coughing out blood and sea water as you suck in a breath.
Burying your head in the sand of an island you managed to get onto.
The sand was cold. So was the air. You were cold. You turn your body to look at the wreckage or what's left of the wreck. A few scraps float to the island you sat on.
There were no other survivors or none you could see. You didn't even know why and how this happened.
You were just down at the docks then you heard an alarm go off making you sprint upstairs to the main deck. Seeing the panic and screams of your team running around.
You tried to ask what's happening but no one answers. All to consumed with whatever happened to make them panic this hard. They we're all scrambling around. You could hear some Shooting rounds some shouting orders others running past you to get downstairs.
Then everything went blank you couldn't remember what else happened. Just a loud bang and you wake up floating on some scrap then you saw this island. You must've passed out. It's a miracle your even alive I mean you were unconscious the whole time.
Did an enemy pull out a surprise attack? That could be possible. Was there something wrong with the ship? Also possible..
You let out deep shaky breaths. You were probably the only survivor on that ship. You tilt your head from side to side looking at this lone island you were in. Behind you looked almost like a jungle you couldn't see past the bushes and trees contributing to how it was night. It was eerie
Weird. It looked like a huge island. It could possibly fit a colony or small village. He couldn't remember seeing this on the map.. Is this an unmapped island?
You stay silent. That's odd...no sounds of animals not birds, not predators or prey hell not even crickets. How could an island be this big but no animals?
Your thoughts were cut short when you hear someone walk on the sand. You flinch swiftly tilting your body to see who it was an enemy? A teammate? A wild animal?..
You sit up. Wait.. That's not.. Right..
It's a 6'10 man walking towards you. Wearing military uniform? A hood hiding his whole face only showing his eyes.
"W-What the-"
You mumble out. Was there a search team already? Why was a lone military man in this island?
"Hello, schatz. I finally get to see you"
He spoke with an Austrian Accent. He spoke with familiarity like he knew you. But you didn't know him. You shakily stood up when he was close to you. Carefully balancing yourself and getting a position to run if this man tries anything.
"Wh-Where is your team? Where are the other soldiers? Who are you? Are you a search and rescue?"
You quickly asked narrowing you eyes in suspicion. Which only made the man before let out a gutteral laugh.
It made him smile seeing you look so strong and cautious even getting in position to sprint away from him. Adorable he doubts you'd even have the time to process what he would do before you could even start running.
"No no schatz, I'm not here to rescue you. I'm here to finally make you mine!"
The Man says normally a glint in his eye. Enthusiasm in his voice as he steps closer.
"Excuse me? This is no time to fucking joke- who the fuck are you?! I swear if I-"
"I'm König" he cuts you off, "there's no need to tell me your name I already know everything about you, bitte come here. Let me finally hold you"
You step back as the man.. Named König held out his arms expectantly waiting for you.
"What the fuck are you talking about?! No! Where are your soldiers?! W- How do we get out of this damn island?!"
You hiss. Screaming at König the hint of authority, anger and fear in your tone. Which made König's enthusiasm fall. He didn't like that tone you were giving him.
He hoped you'd be more submissive.. More cooperative with him. You can see under his mask, his mood shifts.. So did König's tone something more mocking, angry, sinister.
"Ruhige Schlampe, You don't leave the island. I won't allow you too meine liebe. You are confused, it's sad you don't remember what happened"
He responds. Chuckling as he doesn't waste no time to quickly walk over to you and grabbing your arm.
"Das ist traurig Schätzchen, it's okay I'll tell you. I destroyed your ship. I killed everyone. So I can finally have you."
König cooed in your ear. Placing his gloved hand in your cheek.
Your stood frozen.
Is this guy joking? There's no way- but he
"Nein, I am not joking. I can feel you are scared do not worry I will take care of you. I will keep you here in this island.. With me.. Forever"
König hummed as he wraps his arms around you. He just read your mind.. Just when you were about to open your mouth.. To scream, to tell him that this isn't some funny joke.
You felt something wriggling under König's mask. Then something wet and sticky hit your face then multiple wrapping around your face.
You let out a yelp being quickly muffled as you look down and see tendrils.. Octopus like tendrils wrapping your face.
After an agonizing moment of feeling wet slimy tentacles slink around your face some even going in your mouth.. And you felt something touch your lips.. This felt so uncomfortable.. It felt so.. Disgusting..
Then König pulls back leaving circle like marks on your face. You let out a sharp gasp you couldve pushed König but He was holding onto you. You couldn't even move.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT WAS THAT?!? GET OFF ME GODDAMIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
You screamed so pathetically. It was music to König's ears he had dreamed of this day for so...so long. To hear you whine under him. To make you be his. He knew you'd put up a fight that's what he likes about you.. So strong, brave... He go on and on about why you even had the privilege to get his attention.
But he did this for you. Making an island and killing off anyone who'd get in König and your romance life. This was enough of a testament for his love for you. And you would understand it. You should be grateful.
He deserves you now that he'd shown his deep adoration for you! He'd make sure you will.
"Do not be scared schatz, we can be together of you just let me do this. Bleiben wir zusammen"
König pulls you closer to him. Burying your face in his chest muffling your protests even as you pushed and pulled away and at König he wouldn't budge. He didn't even care if your wet body soaks his clothes.
"You are cold yes Mein Mann?, do not fret I will make you a viable house you can live in"
He smiles under his mask. You could tell by the way König insanely looks down at you.
His arms around you felt crushing even as he forces you to lay at the sand with him.
"Is this island nice for you? I made it for you. nur für dich, let me keep you warm. You must be so tired."
Note: so like first post.. Nice.
But if I wrote something wrong or missed something about the German.. Tell..
And idk if I'm making part 2 I'm laaazzzyyy.
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diejager · 2 months
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Hii just read ur Saccharine and Monstrosity stuff and it was really good! I was wondering if you could do one where reader gets super sick from having not felt sunlight in forever
Cw: DARKFIC, kidnapping, sickness, pregnancy, tell me if I missed any.
He watched you grow weary, your once vibrant skin ashen and your gleaming eyes dull. You looked sick and pale, the lushness in you that König loved and cherished slowly drained, the liveliness and sunshine in you drowned by the darkness of his bioluminecent cave. He craved the lightness in your tone, the energy in your struggle to rebel against the decisions he made for the betterment of you and the beautiful shine that you brought to his lonely home. 
He wanted to protect you, to cherish and provide for you. All König wanted, in his cold, undying heart, was to love you the way a creature like him could, but all he did was snuff out the light in you. You were sick because of him, dying from the lack of sun in the darkest pit of his side of the ocean, the abyss of his domain where he ruled with an iron fist and commanded without hesitation. He told himself what he was doing was best for you, he had eons of knowledge and experience of the dangers of life. 
His arrogance and pride showed in his patronising words, more self-assuring than to reassure you, to remind himself that every decision of his were made for you. Yet all he saw were the consequences of his acts, the saddening truth of reality striking him in the face when he came back from a hunt to find you gasping and whimpering, your tail swaying and curling into yourself in your unconscious state. It scared him to death, seeing his pregnant mate laying on the floor in a mess of agony and sickness. 
Your kind depended on sunlight, the freedom to bathe and lay under it’s warm embrace whenever it shone brightly over the sea. You were a creature of beauty and light, legends whispered by sailors and venerated by women, precious creatures that the creator loved like he loved you, protecting and affectionate. Unlike him, who was a being of darkness and madness, feared by men in all form and idolised by madmen for the share of power he gifted to those who bowed to him at the altar. 
He should have known, the dichotomy between you were far to wide to be shrunken, that you could live in the same environment as he did without suffering from the lack of sunlight. Perhaps he could give you a taste of warmth, something other than the cool abyss and his freezing body. He could watch while you bathed in the sun, a arm wrapped around the tip of your tail, keeping you within reach of him, but he despised the sun, it burned him and dried his skin, the light shining a being of chaos like him. 
He didn’t fear any other God or the creators like the sun, moon and chaos, but he hated how they affected him, how his body involuntarily reacted to their presence. And he hated the thought of your beauty attracting other creatures, vying for your luscious hair and silky skin, the gem-like shine of your reflective scales and your fragile fins. He didn’t want to share you with any other being, but if it meant healing you, watching you get better before his eyes and support the clutch in your womb, he’s willing to suffer all that if it’d help.
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secondarily-firstly · 1 month
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It almost seems human…
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…doesn’t it?
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cookiepie111 · 9 months
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I like Eldritch könig cause it's him trying to kill/get rid of priest/exorcist darling. He's been 'living' peacefully for years, delt with the stronger of your kind before, he's not going to have some no-name priest to exorcise him!
Catch is she doesn't care, he's not doing anything or a danger to anyone
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erisaconitum · 4 months
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He waits.
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sumiakita · 1 year
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The dark rituals skin 🫡‼️💗💗
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