Hi would you consider writing something with konig dressing as pyramid head with some smut pls
hi!! yes of course <3 i had no idea what context to put this in so @konigswaifu and @sirbonesly helped <3 ily two <3
cw: fear play, smut of course, afab!reader
Okay. You need to calm down. First time in a scare park and you need to not vibrate so much from excitement. You should be mostly scared not excited.
You’re walking just a few steps behind your friends, hands trembling with nerves and thrill running through your veins, head turning here and there to watch all the scary actors and the creepy buildings.
You get distracted by someone dressed up as a clown with white paint on his face, blood decorating his features, dripping from the sides of his mouth and the sides of his neck from two points that look like fang wounds, gloves on his hands and knee pads that he uses to slide in front of another group of people that screech when the spooky man blocks their way.
A stunned breath leaves your lips, quiet giggles filling the space around you as you take in their terrified expressions. You can’t wait for someone to frighten you like that.
You turn around to catch up with your friends only to smack face first into a meaty surface. The shock causes you to push back quickly, trying to create distance between you and whatever you just hit.
The movement makes you lose balance and you topple backwards, feet tripping over each other, arms flailing outwards as you try to grab onto anything to stop your fall.
Your rescue comes in the form of a big, rough hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward until you can stand up straight and aren’t risking a concussion.
You lift your head to thank the person who so kindly saved you from certain death (probably a slight headache and a wounded ego) only to be met with a naked chest, buff and covered in sweat and grease.
Your eyes climb up until you finally see what is the most stunning and realistic pyramid head cosplay you have ever had the pleasure to see, especially in real life. And so close, nonetheless.
You’re stunned, mouth open in a small ‘o’ shape as you just admire the absolute brick house standing in front of you.
Your heartbeat quickens at how incredible he looks and he obviously notices, his hand still wrapped around your wrist takes note of it. You can’t see it but under his mask he lifts an intrigued eyebrow, one side of his lips lifting in a smirk.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re built like a fucking brick house? I’d love to climb this specific building.”
Well, you just said that. Time to die.
You’re just about to accept the fact that this man is going to call security on you for harassing him when you notice his thumb stroking the skin on the inside of your wrist with a deliberate touch.
“One hour. Back of that house.”
His voice sounds forcefully rough and low, a promise hidden behind the words.
You bite your bottom lip to keep down another excited and slightly nervous laugh, mumbling to yourself that this is amazing.
“I have to go tell my friends-” you go to move out of his hold and catch up with said friends but he doesn’t let go, stopping you in your tracks and leaning down to speak only for you.
“They don’t need to know.”
Oh. Well, whatever you say, sir Pyramid Head.
This time when a laugh pushes its way from your lungs you don’t hide it, giggling to yourself as you tell him okay.
His warm hand drops your wrist to lift and tap your cheek a few times as if saying you did good. Your skin heats under the touch and you start shivering in excitement.
。・゜・。。・゜・。。・゜・。。・゜・。。・゜・。。・゜・。。・゜・。。
You feel your heart pounding as you pace the small and dimly lit area behind the house he pointed at, eyes straining to see the colossal man you’ve already become enamored with.
The leaves beneath your feet crunch noisily as you fidget, and yet, the man manages to step up behind you in complete silence, one large calloused hand grabbing your shoulder. His fingers relax for a moment before squeezing down, as if making sure you’re actually real and there.
His voice is so quiet, rough around the edges and heavy with wonder, as if he can't believe you actually agreed to this, to him. But the fire in the pit of your stomach wouldn't allow you to just miss this opportunity, and despite the way your body shakes from nerves and excitement, you step closer to the stranger.
Your hands rise to grab his skin, the warmth of his body quickly seeping into your cold fingers and you press down on the beef of his forearms, trying to show that you do want him, as much as he wants you hopefully.
It's a flurry of movement, no words exchanged as the two of you try to be quiet. The mysterious man takes charge immediately, turning you around and pushing your chest against the wall, forcing a gasp out of your mouth. One large hand presses between your shoulder blades, the other quickly shoving itself against your pants and hastily pushing them down. The metal pyramid of his cosplay is cold against the skin of your neck as he leans forward, warm hand snaking down between your legs.
"König. Mein name is König."
Those are the only words he says before plunging two unfairly thick fingers into your hole, groaning at the wetness already coating his hand as you squirm and gasp. You hear him curse in german under his breath, wide fingers spreading your hole and pushing inside, squelching the only noise that can be heard between you two.
The pads of his fingers press against the perfect spot inside of you and your head drops backwards, hitting the side of his triangular mask and the meat of his bicep curled around you and a moan falling from your parted lips. He lets out an astonished breath, like he can’t believe you’re feeling so good under his touch.
He works you open deftly for someone of his size, both of you feeling the need for release climbing quickly. At one point, after he has three thick fingers spreading your hole to its limits, the hand pushing against your shoulder blades moves away from you. The absence of his touch has goosebumps quickly rising on your skin as the chill bites at you.
He opens his belt, the telltale clacking of it sounding in the dark behind you, and pushes down his pants enough to free his cock from the confines of the fabric.
You hear him letting out quick breaths that he tries to hide, the need to feel his dick inside you almost burning him from the inside. He wraps the fingers covered in your wetness around his length and rubs it a few times, spitting on it for good measure, before pressing the tip against your hole.
You come back to yourself when you feel the sheer size of the head, so big it feels like it’s actively trying to split you in half. Your muscles tense in anticipation and you try turning back to see him, or to try and tell him that you probably need a little more stretching.
What you’re met with is his clean hand pushing against your cheek until your face is pressed against the wall in front of you, forcefully keeping you down as he pushes the tip of his cock inside you.
The moment the head pops in has you gasping for air, feet kicking uselessly against the ground as you try to distance yourself, or push back against him, you’re not really sure.
What’s definitely sure is that he lets out a pleased groan, the hand holding his cock leaving it to heap at your hips, fingers tight against your skin, like a burn against you as he squeezes you. Is he going to leave bruises? You hope so.
Your hole is forcefully pushed open against his length making its way inside you slowly but surely, until it feels deep enough to poke your diaphragm. Your fingers are scratching against the wall to try and grab something, find some stability, your lungs pulling in quick breaths as you try to ground yourself.
He doesn’t wait that long before pulling out his cock until just the head fits into you and plunging back inside, heavy balls hitting your skin with a loud slap noise.
“Scheiße, you feel so gut.”
He moans at the snug heat around him, you’re squeezing him so tightly it feels like your hole is trying to choke his cock.
He sets a steady pace, head hitting you so deep every thrust has a weak moan leaving your lips. Faint noises broken off by the force behind his hips.
König’s cock is so big and thick that you can’t think about anything else other than the way he drives it in you in a constant motion. Big hips hit your ass, his heavy balls slapping against you and the head of his dick presses against your weak spot every time it pulls out and plunges back in.
Your orgasm catches you off guard. You’re enjoying the consistent thrusts until your muscles tense, whole body straining against his presence as your release hits you. Your hole squeezes erratically around his cock, your toes clench inside your shoes, and your moan breaks off when he moves the hand from your cheek to the front of your throat.
His thrusts become harder and deeper, desperately trying to catch up to you, and in his attempts to reach release you find your hips being grabbed and lifted, your feet floating a few inches off the ground as he fucks into you without control.
One last push has him throwing his head back, a loud scratchy moan coming from his throat as he spills cum inside your hole, warmth filling you from the inside out, his fingers twitching against your skin so much you’re sure it’ll mark you.
You leave the scare park with a dizzy grin, stumbling over yourself, hole kept full by your underwear only, and a new contact in your phone.
