#king schultz

christoph waltz in green-ish lighting, various years.

KINKTOBER 2025!

Here's my Kinktober 2025 Masterlist! I picked up prompts from different lists -the official and this one by @/xxsycamore, and will focus on only 12. The length will vary between 500 and 1k words, but I'll keep them shorter than usual if I want to finish the challenge on time.

Characters✲ Arthur Morgan (RDR2), Joel Miller (TLOU), Rick Grimes (TWD), Reed Richards (Marvel), Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars), Logan Howlett (Marvel), Dr King Schultz (Django Unchained).

Every prompt is smutty! MDNI please.

✵ MASTURBATION – Joel Miller

✵ COMING UNTOUCHED– Arthur Morgan

✵ UNIFORM KINK – Policeman!Arthur

✵ HATE SEX – Rick Grimes

✵ THREESOME – Arthur Morgan + Joel Miller

✵ GETTING CAUGHT– Reed Richards

✵ JEALOUSY/POSSESSIVE SEX – Joel Miller

✵ SEX POLLEN – Obi Wan Kenobi

✵ MONSTERFUCKING – Feral!Wolverine

✵ ACCENT KINK – Dr King Schultz

✵ STUCK IN A PLACE – Logan Howlett

✵ WET DREAMS – Arthur Morgan

Remember to have fun and get crazy! I'm totally doing it to relieve the pressure I usually put on my writing, break down the limits of my creativity, and just have a good time writing!

You can already see I've got a bit wild with the characters eheh, I just want to write something different and explore new horizons. (not me casually popping into four fandoms I never wrote for before 😭 go easy with me guys)

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I let myself take around 2 to 3 days to complete each prompt but this can vary due to me finding a job! If you would like to be tagged in everything or a specific prompt, please let me know! ;)

he enjoys being django's benefactor and teacher because rescuing this uneducated "kid" makes him feel good about himself, but even with that undercurrent of selfishness and self-importance he's still fairly well-meaning.

his attitude first shifts when he hears about broomhilda and sees django's determination to save her.

he goes "wait wait wait, let me get this straight: your slave wife speaks german and her name is broomhilda von schaft??" like up until that point the idea that someone sharing his language and culture could ever be enslaved was totally alien to him. it just doesn't compute, girls with german names aren't owned, and germans don't own people and name them. those realities shatter the neat dividing lines that allowed him to see slavery as disgusting without losing sleep over it so far. he gets another one of those realizations when he (still a bit paternalistically) tells django the story of sigfried rescuing broomhilda.

when told how sigfried scaled the mountain, slew the dragon and walked through hellfire "because broomhilda is worth it," django goes "i know how he feels," and schultz says softly "i think i'm just starting to realize that."

up to that point he - unconsciously - didn't see django as possessing the same internality as a free man. but here django is showing that not only does he have the same passions and emotions as any other man, he also has the same motivations, the same identity as the great german legend sigfried.

treating django as an equal made king believe he saw django as an equal, and in that moment he realizes he hadn't up to that point. this "kid" is a fellow person.

he still slips up into paternalism/mentoring django because of how he feels and not fully because of django himself quite often, but he's at least making progress

but where it gets ever more interesting is in how the dynamic reverses once they get into django's world. where before king was the one teaching django about killing bad guys, urging django to be more ruthless and even mocking him for being too soft, now django's the jaded one teaching this soft-hearted, not-cut-out-for-this-world white man about the reality of evil. it's not "killing people and selling their corpses for cash," it's slavery, and it's worse.

and now that king is starting to see slaves as people and not "poor devils", he just can't cope. I really disagree with the take that king shooting candie was a selfish white savior act done to satisfy his own ego, i think it was more of a trauma response.

king tried to play it too smart with the elaborate mandingo fights charade when buying broomhilda as a "comfort girl" through a proxy would probably have worked better because he's playing it like one of his bounty hunting cons, because he doesn't actually know the world of slavery. the hefty reality check of being roundly outsmarted, his first taste of real helplessness in the face of danger and injustice, plus what he sees in candyland, especially d'artagnan getting mauled by the dogs (yet another european-named person) and broomhilda's back, opens his eyes to a vast darkness he just can't deal with and in the end he snaps.

Background: Schultz is alive, and doing bounty work with Django. Calvin Candy’s brother makes a deal with Schultz—marry his cousin, Lily.

Note: This story is inspired by the movie, including the character’s sentiments towards certain groups, which are offensive in today’s times. I DO NOT agree with views that degrade any certain group. I wanted to stay true to the characters/time period from the movie.

What do you all think of my mini story?

Note: I turned this into a full story. The full story is in my pinned post. Click on the King Schultz story to read!

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1858

The sounds of hoofbeats hitting the ground could be heard up ahead. I was sitting on the rocking chair on the porch when I saw them come in. 

As they approached closer, I saw it was a wagon and two horses. A giant tooth statue swayed back and forth on top of a spring it was attached to. And sitting on top of the horses was a man wearing grey, with a questionable mustache and beard, and a black man wearing a blue coat.

I scrunched my brows in confusion. I had no clue who these men were.

“How can I help you?” I asked.

The man in grey tipped his hat. “My name is Dr. Schultz, ma’am.” He had a slight accent.

“And who’s he?” I pointed at the man next to him.

“Django,” the man replied.

“What do you both want?”

“We were looking to speak with Calvin Candy’s brother, Eric. I understand he had a deal for us,” Dr. Schultz spoke.

I took in the Drs words.

“My name is Lily, I am Calvin’s cousin. I’m just visiting from Alabama.” The drawl in my voice caused a chuckle from Dr. Schulz.

“Is Eric in?” asked Dr. Schultz.

“He’s in. Wait here.”

I went upstairs to the bedroom. I knocked. “There’s two men who are here to see you,” I said behind the door. The door burst open.

The resemblance to his late brother was uncanny. Same toothy smile, mustache, and cigar smoking habit.

“I’ll be there.” And he walked past me. I followed  him down.

Dr. King Schultz and Django tipped their heads. He then raised a brow. “Ah Schultz! My man! Are you both making bounty hits from now on? Is this what you do now?”

Schultz smiled. “I suppose. Can we talk about the deal?”

“Sure. Let’s talk in my study.” Eric looked at Django. “You can come too if your friend agrees.”

Django glared at him.

“He’s coming, there’s no question asked. The deal involves him too,” Schultz said, his tone deep.

The men went into the study. I leaned my head at the doorway. As Eric motions for them to sit down, I noticed Schultz look in my direction. I gasped, and turned away.

“Lily! Go away! If you want to make yourself useful, get us some drinks!”

“Okay, right away, cousin!”

At the kitchen I poured three glasses of bourbon and put them on a tray. Then I opened the study door, using my feet.

“As you know,” Eric started. “My brother is dead. Dead. Now, I’ve agreed to a deal with you. You can take Rosie, one of my own with you, for a fee of $9,000 for each of you. In return?” Schultz. I see that you’re not married. As part of the deal, you can marry my lovely cousin, Lily?”

I almost tripped on my feet. Marriage! To a man I have never seen before! No way!

Eric glanced up. “Ah, the drinks. Come serve us!”

I served the drinks to each of them. When I handed the glass to King Schultz, my hands shook. He nodded politely. “Thank you.”

I  smiled. Then I walked out of the room.

“Lily!” I heard Eric call. “Come back here!”

I entered the room, standing at the doorway.

“We are discussing you. How would you like to marry this gentleman?” He pointed at Schultz.

I looked at Django, then at Eric, and then finally at Schultz. “What are you looking at everyone else for? I asked you a question!” Eric boomed.

“I don’t know…”

Eric tsked. “Schultz, what do you say? I think it’s a good deal. Considering there’s a bounty on you and your friend’s heads for the murder of my brother!”

“You will free one of them if he agrees to this marriage deal?” asked Django.

Eric looked at him. “Yes. If the deal goes down.”

Schultz scoffed. “I don’t have a ring to propose with. Besides you never told me it was a marriage deal. I specialize in bounty hits.”

Eric shook his head. “Now, I hope you can make an exception. Lily is beautiful after all.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” I said. “I don’t want to marry!”

“Lily you will have to! I’ll get the papers to sign so the deal is made official.” He took out a check and started signing it.

“I will have to look this over with my lawyers—” Schultz said.

“No need. Now here is the official agreement paper, that you will marry Lily and I will free Rosie, one of the people who work here. All you need to do is give me 9,000 dollars!”

Schultz looks over the papers. Then he took out his check book. “Okay, Here’s your money” He looked at Django and then handed the check to Eric. My mouth hung open in shock.

Eric stared at the check in greedy awe. Then he puts it in his pocket.

“Now get Rosie,” said Schultz.

Eric whistled. And in the room, entered a woman wearing a white dress. Django looked at her, with sympathy.

“You’re free, Rosie.”

Rosie stares at Django, then at Eric.

“You can go. Schultz, ask your friend to escort her out.”

Schultz motioned to Django to take Rosie away.  Rosie was elated and filled with joy. "Thank you! Thank you!" she says to the sky.

Both of them exited the room, leaving the three men and myself.

Schultz was about to leave, when Eric stops him, with his cane. “ You seem to forget something.” He motions at me. “Sign the papers Schultz. And you will propose to my cousin now. I’m waiting.”

Schultz has a perplexed expression. He has no clue what to do.

“Sign it!!” Eric boomed.

Schultz put his hands up. Then he looked at me.

“Okay, okay.” And to my shock, he signed the paper! And then he got down on one knee in front of me. “Will you marry me, uh, what’s your name?”

“Rosie-I mean Lily.” I was a mess. Words couldn’t come out of my mouth properly. I couldn’t believe this was happening.  

“Say yes Lily,” Eric urged.

I looked down. “Yes.”

Eric beamed. “Great! Now you both can go!”

I glared at him. “You’re telling me to go?”

“With Rosie gone, I think it’s time you also left, and led your own life with your new husband.” He points at Schultz.

“But—that makes no sense! I’m just visiting here! And I have to be married to him to live with him! We’re just…. engaged.”

There was a long pause.

Schultz then ushered me out. “Wait here, Lily. I’ll be back.”

I was not one foot out the front door, when I heard the gunshot. I screamed.

Then I saw Schultz run down the stairs. “Come come come!” He yelled. We ran out together.

“You shot him!” I asked. “You shot him!”

“I had to do it. I now have my 9,000 back. And the agreement I signed is void, as I tore that, while I was at it.”

Then we looked around. Django and Rosie were gone. So were the wagon. Only one horse remained.

“He left me!” Schultz exclaimed. “Drats! At least he left my horse, Fritz.”

He helped me on his horse and then got on and we rode off into the distance, before anyone else could shoot at us.

A few miles out, I asked, “Why did you shoot him?”

“I had to. He’s not a good man.”

“He’s my cousin.”

Schultz shrugged. “He was going to set you up with a man you didn’t know? What does that make him?”

I got off the horse. Schultz did the same.

“Now that you ripped the ‘engagement agreement’ papers, I am no longer engaged to you anymore,” I said. “You can go on your merry way.”

I started to walk away.

“Wait lady, wait!” I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“What?”

“You can’t go back to your house. There will be an investigation, police asking questions. Do you want to go through all that?”

“Better that  than go with you, to god knows where! Who are you? Where are you from anyways?”

“Germany.”

“And you’re a doctor?” I narrowed my brows.

“Sort of. Unofficially. I find people, like a bounty hunter, in exchange for payment.”

“So my cousin was your bounty.”

Schultz nodded. “After that exchange, yes he deserved to be. Even though he was not supposed to be.”

I huffed. “I don’t want to spend another second with a dangerous man like you. Who knows, you could kill me next.” And I started walking away, wiping the tears that were falling down my face.

“Suit yourself lady! The woods are not a good place to be alone, at night.”

I swatted my hands in his direction. Then I found a place under the trees. I would stay there until I figured out what to do.

I could hear Schultz humming. His voice drifted away. And I found myself drifting into my own slumber, not forgetting the gunshot sound that took away my cousin from me.

Time passed.

I then felt someone poke me.

“Is she dead? I don’t think so.”

I opened my eyes slowly.

“Oh thank god.”

I saw the outline of the grey hat and the beard. Then I opened my eyes completely.

“Oh!” I drew back.

King Schultz regarded me.

“I was checking in on you. I thought you were dead.” His voice was soft, and concerned.

I looked around. The sky was dark now.

“How long was I here?”

“Long enough.” He tsked. “I had no choice but to wait here, until you awoke. I thought you were dead as you were so still the whole time.”

I rubbed my eyes. “I’m fine, now.”

Schultz smiled, his eyes shimmering. “Great. Now let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To town.”

We rode on his horse. I was sitting behind him. He was telling me a story from his hometown. A fairy tale story. He then finished. “I told Django this story about the dragon and the princess. And he loved it.”

“Where is he? And Rosie?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I guess he wanted to go his separate way.”

I then looked forward, over his shoulder. “I think that was a lovely story you told. About the dragon.”

Schultz looks back at me and smiled.  

We reach town before we know it. We have a drink together at the saloon. I told him about how I was visiting from Alabama and didn’t plan to stay long. That Eric had plans to arrange marriage for me with a certain guest—Schultz himself. But I didn’t believe that.

Schultz tells me about his journey, of finding Django, Calvin Candy, the shootout, and helping Django reunite with his wife, Hilda.

Then Schultz took me to one of  the hotels, and reserves a room for me. “Where will you stay?” I then asked.

“I’ll figure it out. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

He tipped his hat. “No problem.”

The following day, I walked around town. I hadn’t seen Schultz. I wondered if he was alright. I then saw some sheriffs walking by. They looked at me with a sinister mysteriousness, that I felt they were looking for me.

As if I had killed my cousin Eric. Or perhaps they were looking for Dr. King Schultz!

I avoided their gaze and went straight ahead, looking through windows of each shop. I suddenly see a familiar face through the window of the barber shop.

It was Schultz, getting a haircut. His hair was shorter, beard trimmed better. He looked handsome.

I open the door out of curiosity.

Schultz raised his brows once he sees me and smiled.  

“How do I look?”

Taken aback by the question, I said, “The same?”

The barber frowns. “Your wife doesn’t like it, I take it?” he asked.

“No, no she doesn’t,” Schultz said, looking at me.

Afterwards, he took me by the hand and said, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in the hotel room!”

“I saw police officers about. They might be looking for Eric’s killer. They might be after you. I’m scared for our safety. I should go now.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, you should also leave. It would be better if we also went our separate ways. That way one of us has a better chance at survival.”

Schultz frowned. “Let’s talk about this. I don’t think it’s a good idea to go our separate ways.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I said firmly, and walked away from him.

I found myself heading farther and farther away from town. But I couldn’t help but think about Schultz’s concern and his kindness. He didn’t have to do all this for me, take me to town, put me in a hotel. But he did.

And I acted ungrateful. Where was he now?

I could only wonder…

On my way, I came across a view of the mountains and the waters. How pretty they were to look at. I smiled. Then the smiled disappeared once I realized the predicament I was in.

I remained there for the rest of the day.

I was feeling drowsy from not having eaten much the whole day. I suddenly heard footsteps approach.

Two men on horseback.

“Hello lady. How goes your evening? Taking a nice stroll?”

It was the same police officers from earlier. I now wish Schultz was with me.

One of them got down from the horse. “We have news for you. We are looking for a man in grey, mustache bigger than his face, and a beard longer than the river you might have passed.  Have you seen him?”

Schultz! They were looking for him! Surely, they’ve figured out he killed Eric!

“No. I haven’t.”

The other officer remained on his horse, but fidgeted with his gun, letting me know who was the boss. “That’s funny, because that’s not what the barber in town told me. He told me you was his wife.”

“What has that man done, the one you’re looking for?” I asked.

The first officer neared me. “Murder. That’s what. And I think you know it too.”

I gulped. “I know nothing of the sort. I don’t even know that man.”

“Why you didn’t even ask what his name was, you just knew who we were talking about. It could be any man in grey, with a beard and mustache.”  The office ron the horse was testing my patience. “Either you tell us the truth, or we’ll arrest you for covering up for a fugitive of the law.”

Oh no! Schultz, what have you done? Why have you gotten yourself into this! I thought.

“I’m not covering up, since I don’t know where he is. Really.”

“I don’t believe you. So I’m going to arrest you now.” The officer on the ground was about to take my hand, when it happened so fast.

BAM BAM BAM!

The officer dropped dead on the ground, while the other fell from his horse, his eyes lifeless as ever.

I screamed; my hands went to my face.

And emerging from the shadows, was Dr. King Schultz!

I ran to him. “What are you doing? Where have you been?”

He put his gun into his pocket. “Come with me. We have to hurry.”

“But to where?”

He didn’t answer. He took my hand and we started running to… I didn’t knew… we were just running.

 It was now getting dark.

We finally reached a spot in the wilderness where there was a log cabin. He handed me a blanket upon entering. I wrapped it around me. There were some snacks on a table. I grabbed an apple and ate hungrily.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he calmly put logs in the fireplace. I watched him with disdain. How could I be comfortable, after everything that happened?

“You’re a fugitive of the law, according to the officers. The ones you shot dead!” I exclaimed. “What were you doing this whole time? Telling everyone you killed my cousin?”

The sarcasm didn’t faze him. “It was bound to happen they would find me out.  I just hope Django is alright and that they haven’t gotten to him.”

“Leave Django out of this. I was just about to be arrested because of you.”

Schultz looked at me. “I should expect some level of gratefulness. After all, I came back for you again. I didn’t have to.”

“Why did you?” I snapped.

Schultz put down the firewood he was holding. Then he came close to me. “Because it’s my duty help people. That’s just who I am.”

I gulped. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“That’s alright. I understand your situation.”

“That I was almost about to get married to you, but that didn’t happen because you shot Eric, and now we’ve run away, and now we’re here, escaping the law.”

“Look,” Schultz sat next to me. “You think this life is easy? It’s not. I’m always on the run. It’s been my living for the past few years.”

I raised a brow. “So you’re not a real doctor?”

“Not for a while.” He smiled. “I was a dentist, by the way. I don’t know if you noticed the tooth on my wagon. That is now gone.”

I scoffed, barely able to look into his deep eyes. “What else are you hiding? For all I know you could be lying. And maybe you’re married with a family, leading this double life.”

Schultz laughed. He said something in German I didn’t understand.

“What?” I asked, irritation crossing my face.  

“I said, how can someone be full of questions all at once?”

I crossed my arms, throwing the blanket off me. “I ask because I want to find out the truth. That’s just who I am.” I made it a point to repeat his own words back. I got up and stood next to the fireplace where it was warmer. “My life as I knew it, is gone. And you had no right to take Rosie away from us! She was like a sister to me.”

Schultz didn’t say anything. “Rosie is free, as she should be. And so should you. Would you rather live under the control of your cousin, who demands you marry any man he picks? Or would you want to make that decision on your own?”

“As a proper lady, the decision I make should be honorable, one that everyone approves of.”

“So you would have wanted to marry me because Eric Candy approved?” he asked, pointedly.

I huffed. “No. Not you of all people.”

“I find that insulting. But I understand.” Schultz walked towards the kitchen.

I sighed.

I joined him later.

“To answer your question,” he said. “I am not married, no family. I am just on my own. Tried to make it as a dentist, but that didn’t pan out. So bounty hunting was the next best thing.”

“And how has that gone?”

He shrugged. “Pretty good so far.”

“You’re filthy rich from people’s deaths. Right?”

“I like to say I benefit, it’s an arrangement for me.”

I inched further from him. “How do I know you won’t do the same with me?”

Schultz looked long and hard at me. “I would never do that to you. You can count on that.”

The way he looked at me made me trust him. The softness in which he said his words took me off guard for a moment. I cleared my throat. “How long will we stay here?”

“As long as it takes.”

“Fine. I’ll now sit by the fireplace. You can join me or stay here, I don’t mind.” Then I walked away.

Later, that night, as I slept, I swear I could hear footsteps.

“Are they here?”

“Maybe?”

I stirred again. I could hear the footsteps growing louder.

I saw Schultz on the other end of the cabin, sleeping soundly. I ran to his side, and shook him. “There’s some people outside!” I whispered.

“What?” He got up immediately, and loaded his gun. He cocked it in front of him. I walked behind him, as he trailed the front door.

Then he turned, put his hands on my mouth. “Shhh… there are men outside.”

I whimpered. “Oh my god!”

“Go, hide somewhere!” he said.

I rushed inside, trying to find a place to hide.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

BAM BAM BAM! The shots came faster.

I covered my mouth, trying not to make a sound. Please let Dr. Schultz be alright, and not shot at! I thought.

And soon the chatter died down. I slowly walked over, terrified that someone would come out of the shadows and shoot at me.

I saw Schultz leaned down at someone at the ground, to my relief.

“Are you okay? You didn’t get shot, right?” I asked.

“No, but I almost did. But I got these two in the nick of time.” I looked down at the two dead men. They were cowboys, probably outlaws, looking for a place to hide, like us. They had a buttload of money in their pockets, and two guns. Schultz took the money and guns. “I could use this though.”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re alright. I got quite a scare.” Then I found myself hugging him. I didn’t know why I did this.

Schultz didn’t react for a moment. Then he wrapped his arms around me. “I’m glad you’re alright, too.” His  hands gently held me. Tears streamed down my face.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I said, sappily. Maybe this encounter made me loosen my senses a bit.

Schultz stared into my eyes. And he leaned in. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. That’s why I came back, Lily.”

I had no words. We leaned in towards each other’s lips and kissed. It felt right, for some reason. I then withdrew.

“Let’s go to sleep now,” I said.

He nodded. And like a gentleman, he returned to the same corner he was originally sleeping in, before those intruders came by.

TO BE CONTINUED…