#kortac

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creepy perverted roommate könig who always stares at you and makes offhanded dirty jokes that are just statements about what he wants to do to you.

rough grubby hands sniffing through your laundry and pawing at his bulge as he takes a deep breath from your underwear.

taking multiple "showers" a day just to relieve the ache on his swollen red cock, leaving him leaky and extra sensitive. cock too hard and heavy to even stand upright.

going out of his way to hold your waist when walking pass even though the hallway is big enough, and rubbing his hard on against the plump of your ass when he needs to get something from the cabinet as you’re washing dishes.

vs.

shy freak reader who’s equally as depraved.

stealing his shirts and boxers to sleep in and purposely wearing them in front of him, apologizing for the mix up then handing him his boxers stained with slick.

rubbing your hands against his chest and back when you sit beside him on the couch. grinding against him as you watch a movie together, your slick heat obviously showing how bare you are underneath the nightgown.

purposely eating popsicles on the living room couch as you watch tv, your tank top showing your pudgy belly as your shorts ride up. your cute underwear visible as you coyly lick at the popsicle.

watching him stare at you before ending up with your legs over his shoulders as he fucks you into the couch. wet sloppy kisses sharing the taste of the sweet popsicle as he pumps you full of cum.

might make a oneshot of this

CW: MDNI (NSFW) — König and how pathetically submissive he is

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You’d always said how König had the prettiest eyes.

But fuck, if they aren’t even prettier when you’re sat on his cock and he’s looking up at you all fucked out and submissive.

You’d been at it for a little over an hour and a half now, bouncing on his fat cock like you were determined to drag him to the brink of madness.

You’ve absolutely succeeded.

Those blue eyes glazed over, pupils blown, sweat beaded on his forehead even though he’s put in little work. Sweet little whimpers and whines leaving his lips with every clench and glide of your wet walls.

Big hands gripped at your waist, fingers dug into your supple flesh like he had to use you as an anchor.

He’d already come three times, the glide of your cunt up and down his cock so slick and wet with the mix of your fluids. Creamy seed leaking out of you, pooling around the base of his cock. The plap plap plap of your bouncing obscene and loud in the quiet of your room.

“Schatzi- Please- I-I can’t- Don’t stop-“

“S-So good- I’ll be good for you-“

Begging and pleading. Telling you he’s too overstimulated but he keeps chanting don’t stop please as if you’re his lifeline.

His hips buck up weakly every now and again when you sink down fully on his cock, hips rolling so his cock stirred inside you. All his focus is on the blissful clench of your pretty pussy, the way you’re dwindling him to nothing but a pitiful mess.

He doesn’t have the ability to even tell you when his next orgasm rolls through him. His body tensing, stomach clenching as his hips jerk up sporadically. Cock jerking inside you as spurts of his creamy seed fill you once again. Babbling nonsense because he’s so fucked out.

And, oh... How can König resist the sight before him when he stumbles in after catching some prey? All bundled up in his animal fur blankets, dozing off so prettily with a string of drool seeping into his smooth, comfortable, couch. Face visibly frostbitten from the harsh winds, faced belly up at him. He takes in a sharp, abrupt breath when he notices you're wearing no panties...

warnings: briefly mentioned stalking/kidnapping, sprinkle of dark humor

Post-torture Nikto who has wayyyy too many complexes about his mutilated body to undress or be touched, but who still desires you. So he just watches you masturbate instead. He doesn't touch himself, he barely even moves—every inch of him is perfectly still, totally covered in black cloth, except for his piercing blue eyes.

The first time he watched you, it was through your bedroom window, and you were entirely unaware. Now, he gets to be in the same room as you, gets to hear your moans and the wet sound of your cunt being fucked by your own fingers. Sometimes, he’ll reach out and touch your thigh with his gloved finger, just for a second, but that's the most he ever does.

"This is... certainly most unusual." the blonde woman commented slowly, her eyes glued to your form as you sat quietly on the giant’s lap.

They had you inside their massive black van now, seated on plush seats in the back while someone named Laswell analyzed you. Despite their attempts to rock you to sleep, anxiety and nerves had left you frozen in König’s arms the entire time as you waited for the car to arrive.

And this woman was freaking scary!

They all were, of course, but you had thought that another girl would make you feel more at ease.

THAT WAS NOT THE CASE.

She wasn’t particularly tall for a vampire, but she was still easily bigger than any human woman you had ever met. Her eyes were red, like any other vampire’s, though hers were much lighter—muted. She was blonde, her hair tied in a low bun adorned with red and black jewels.

And you were pretty sure they were real jewels, considering she was also dressed to the nines. While the other two wore more military/action-heavy clothing—despite their outfits also looking very expensive—this woman was dressed in a snug black suit. No tie, but more importantly, no undershirt. Just a blazer that left a bit of her cleavage exposed.

It made you blush a bit when you realized what you were seeing.

She also just looked imposing, one hand against her mouth as she stared down at you on König's lap with intelligent eyes.

"She refuses to sleep or relax." König muttered in that heavy, low voice of his, making you try to look up at his covered face once again.

He didn’t seem to mind your movement or curiosity—only making sure that you remained seated on his lap and didn’t attempt to run.

“I have never seen a fledgling like this.” Horangi hissed under his breath, his voice taut with unease. He crossed his arms firmly over his chest, standing beside Laswell. “Who would be foolish enough to mistreat a fledgling here? This is our territory. Who would dare?”

“I have never seen such a vicious turning bite…” Laswell murmured slowly, lowering herself slightly to take your face in her grasp. Her long nails tapped lightly against your skin as she tilted your head upward, exposing more of your neck. “This will be taken to tribunal. A crime of this nature is not merely an offense—it is an abomination.”

The way her face scrunched up in genuine disturbance made you realize that this situation might be more serious than you had first anticipated.

König’s hand rose to your neck, his grip gentle yet firm as he held your head in place, keeping your throat exposed. His other hand moved to the buttons of your polo shirt, undoing them one by one to widen the opening, revealing more of the strange, crack-like marks on your skin.

“...It was a method of torture, in old Europe.” König murmured, his voice thick with his accent as he examined the bite himself. Where the teeth had torn through flesh, the marks spread in jagged streaks, making it impossible to tell where the bite had first landed. “Vampires’ venom would be harvested from their enemies and injected into humans—forcing a fledgling transformation within the depths of torture chambers.”

“Right. But that’s what puzzles me—the sire.” Laswell drawled slowly, her eyes narrowing in thought and quiet disdain as her fingers continued to trace your damaged skin with unsettling gentleness. “It is instinctual for a sire to care for their fledgling… yet it is clear this was not done with a mere syringe. These marks—this wound—suggest it was inflicted by the sire themselves.”

"Ah...!" You flinched slightly as her finger brushed over a particularly sore spot, but you couldn’t pull away, not with König still holding your head in place.

The woman immediately withdrew her hand, crossing her arms neatly as she examined you for a few moments longer.

"She's conscious enough to feel this?"

“Surprisingly, yes, she seems to be.” Horangi replied, kneeling to meet your eyes, his right hand coming up to rest lightly on your lap. “I can’t even fathom how, but I’m almost certain she’s somewhat coherent.”

“Coherent." Laswell repeated, her brow raised—not questioning, but emphasizing.

“She is speaking. We asked her about her sire, and she didn’t know how to answer. I’m not sure if it’s the usual confusion from young fledglings who’ve just been turned, or if she truly doesn’t understand what it means, but she was able to comprehend us enough to answer verbally.”

That made Laswell let out a short bark of laughter, utterly flabbergasted. The surprised look on her face only made you feel even more unsettled.

“No, it’s the last option.... I don’t know what a ‘Sire’ is...!” you protested weakly, your small hands coming up to try and pry König’s grip from your neck.

Your first coherent phrase since they took you caused all three of their heads to snap toward you, their eyes drilling into your still annoyed and frightened expression.

“What...?” The blond woman stared at you, her face showing the most surprise it could muster. “She... is she actually sound of mind right now?”

"Yes...? I mean, I don’t see why I wouldn’t be, it’s just—goddammit, let go!" You cut yourself off, whining in frustration up at König as you struggled to make him move his hand from your neck. He hesitated for a moment but eventually relented. "Thank you..."

"She's actually coherent... has it ever happened with a fledgling so young?" Horangi mumbled in silent shock, still kneeling beside you. Even with the partial mask and glasses, you could see the frown on his face.

"It doesn’t matter. We’re taking her to the Coven right now." Laswell shook her head, speaking quickly as she climbed into the front seat of the van, starting the vehicle. "We need to get her to the rehabilitation center as soon as possible. I’m afraid her transformation is going wrong."

"I-I don't think-"

You are interrupted as you let out a loud cry, Horangi's hand pressing just slightly over the markings on your shoulder.

"She's pumped full of venom, this is almost... unnatural...." He hisses slightly, expression furrowing in uneseaness. "She was supposed to be out cold at least for two weeks straight, four at most."

"C-Can you stop touching it...??" You whine a bit in pain, shoving his hand away with your much smaller one. "This hurts..."

He stares back at your face for a bit, still seemingly unsure about your conciousness, but he nods once and sits back on his calves, staring at you with a focus that made you squirm in place.

"Fledgling." The heavy voice above you made you look up at König, frowning a bit. "Here, follow my hand."

You could only frown more as he put his hand in front of you, snapping his fingers to call your attention. You stared at it, unsure, watching it go up and down, side to side, all the while snapping. It made you feel like a dog, but you could actually feel your slow reaction time on this.

"She's very cognitive for a just-turned, but for normal paramitres, she's having a slow reaction time." Horangi commented, still watching you closely as you tried to keep up with König's hand.

"Ask her questions, let's see how coherent she is. Even if I don't like it, there's must be answers we can get from this." Laswell commented from the front of the van, speeding up at bit too much for it to be safe.

Not that any of them seemed to care about road safety right now.

"I-I can understand you all just fine, I'm just a bit tired...." You murmur back, giving up on following König's hand as you started to feel a bit nauseus.

Horangi hummed at your words, quiet and considering, staring at your little form still being held by König.

"When were you transformed?"

"Uhh... like, bitten...? Like, a week ago..."

That gained you a big pause inside the van, the three of them staying in apperantly quiet shock. The van was going even faster now.

"By who?" König almost snarled, his hand tilting your head up to look at him properly. "Stop pulling on my head all the time... this actually hurts..." You mumbled back, trying to pull his heavy hand away from your head and neck area. "And you think I know who did this...? I have no idea...!"

König only let out a low growl, clearly unamused, but it was Horangi who called your attention back to the matter, snapping his fingers to make you look at his face — or rather, his glasses, in this case.

"Can you describe them?"

"No, it was dark and I have no idea what that vampire looked like, h-he was covered from head to toe too...." You frowned, also not very amused by your situation. "I-I... look, I'm really confused, if you could... I mean... where... where are we going...?"

"The Coven." Laswell answered easily, seriously, still speeding up through the streets. You wished you could see outside right now, but here was no windows in the back of the van. "And to the nursery."

"What even is that...?" You whine softly, unsure, leaning slightly forward to try and look at Laswell. "L-Look, I have school, a-and work, could we just... be quick about it?" "Fledgling, you have no idea the gravity of your situation." Horangi commented slowly, shaking his head. "This is your life we're talking about. You might die, if we are not quick enough. And by our laws..."

Ghost, cuffed to a wall: Seriously? Not even three months after we work together you go and take a job against us!?

Price, cuffed next to him: Lieutenant, save your breath. Unless you want to be gagged too

Soap, gagged and cuffed in a separate cell: *angry Scottish noises*

König: I doubt any of you have the intel we want... maybe this one

Gaz, with Soap: I'm not saying shit

König, grabbing him out of the cell: You will when I'm done

*outside the brig*

König, as he uncuffs Gaz: Listen, I didn't think Roze and Fender would actually manage to catch you and your team-

Gaz, seriously: I am so turned on right now

TW: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sex, Praise, MDNI.

You feel König slowly insert his huge, fat cock into you, Praising at how well you take him. "So gut maus... So verdammt gut." You cant help but squeeze around the tip, making him groan. "Ja.. keep squeezing me like that and i might have to cum inside Liebling."

He slides half his dick in making you squeeze tighter, He thinks you might push him out with how tightly you're squeezing, Maus. Only half his cock is inside you but it already feels like it's hitting the back of your throat, it makes you wanna scream but the only thing that comes out is a breathy whine. König grins at your whine, slipping an inch deeper which makes you suck in a sharp breath and claw at his shoulder blades, Toes curling from the pressure. He finally bottoms out with a low groan, looking down at your bulging belly. "Such a good girl... taking me so well." "Gonna be so good for me, right maus? Gonna be a good girl?" He ends his words with a sharp thrust against your cervix, causing you to cry out, a loud moan escaping your lips. "So loud.. make more noise for me i love it." His hips rolled into yours, stuffing his fat dick into your cunny perfectly. Molding you wet, velvety walls into the shape of his dick. Your nails dug deeper into his back as he started thrusting faster, One of his hands suddenly pushing down on the bulge on your belly until you squirt all over him. Causing the bedsheets and his pubes to be covered in your slick. "Gut.... sehr gut, maus." He continues thrusting through your orgasm before pulling out and cumming all over your belly with a groan.