I Imagine If It's The Au Where Both Baby And Baby Jr Die, He's Immediately Dying. Like He'll Get The

I imagine if it's the au where both Baby and Baby Jr die, he's immediately dying. Like he'll get the news at the hospital and without even needing to think about it he'd pull up a picture/video of them on his phone and walk into the traffic outside the place

Okay, so I am writing the continuation to the car crash for canon!Baby Jr and you guys I'm spoiling it but I know I need to throw you one and let you know she and Baby are just fine. They'll be okay. Roman will not have to kill himself immediately. But if they weren't, then you're right, Anon. He would. TW: Death, death of a child, suicide, angst

It'd be Roman coming up, Kendall behind him. His brother is walking silent and fast. He's looking in every room like he'll find his soulmate and daughter waiting for him. Why aren't they waiting for him?

He asks somebody at the desk, the names. He gives her their names. And Roman doesn't like the way she's fucking looking at him. Like she already knows where they are. He'll transfer them to their hospital. Their doctor that he can actually sorta trust.

"Why are you picking up the phone?"

"...The doctor will be coming down to talk to you-"

"Just tell me where they are. You can't tell me where my wife and kid are? Is that something you just don't do or-"

"Roman."

"No. I saw the fucking car. And how about we soothe the Dad's nerves and show him where his wife and kid are instead of bringing the person that's treating them down here? Does that make sense? You know what. Thank you for fucking nothing."

He walks to what he feels is the right way. And it is, there's some shab of doctor coming towards him with this look in his eyes.

"Are you Roman - Mr. Roy?"

"Yep. Going to get my wife and daughter see nobody can go ahead and treat a woman and child after they've been in a fucking car cr-"

"Mr. Roy-"

"Don't fucking touch me! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

A bustle of worried talk starts in the hall when Roman pushes the doctor. And he hates the way the Doctor is gentle and quiet. What the fuck?

"Mr. Roy. It's best that you don't go that way and that you sit down and we will talk."

"Can we talk around the fucking-fuck! Just bring me to the room they are in. Or rooms. Or what? You don't wanna tell me if they're in surgery or there's a whole load of people diving into th-"

Roman shakes the words out of him. Shakes his head and clenches his fist. But then he looks up at the face of the doctor and his brows furrow.

"What?"

"...Mr. Roy. I am so sorry that I have to tell you that your wife and your daughter,-"

He hears their names come out his mouth. It hits him, all these pictures of them - and they're alive there. They're alive now.

Kendall stares deep, things sink inside him.

"No. What the fuck is wrong with you? What is this? What are we doing?"

"They have passed due to their injuries. We tried everything we could-"

"Stop. Just stop."

"...I am so sorry."

"You're sorry that you're fucking telling me this ass-fucking-shit. This-this...stop looking at me like that."

"...Roman."

"Don't you fucking start, Kendall. I'm gonna go-can I see my wife and kid?"

"Mr. Roy. I'm sorry. They have passed. They are...you can see them soon."

"They were in your walls for what? It hasn't even been an hour. What are you saying? You can keep people alive for an hour? You can-I'm going to go see my wife and my fucking daughter-"

"Roman. Rom-"

Kendall tries to take him in. Roman pushes him.

It's so unlike what it was like with his father. He can't see the bodies. There are no bodies.

"...Can you go?"

"...Wh-what?"

"Can you go see? Because I don't know what he's talking about and I don't know why he's looking at me like that."

Kendall doesn't know what to do but look at his brother and then to the doctor. The doctor nods, they disappear behind Roman.

Roman stares and blinks at everything. He hears them and he can see them. It's like his body is preparing him for something. His brows twitch and move. He's low lidded with a mouth-parted very slightly when he just thinks to pull out his phone.

He looks at the time. It's still morning. He goes to his camera roll and picks of a video of them. Out of so many. It's Baby Jr feeding Baby her birthday cake.

"One year older and still sticky fingers...baby, you don't have to wash your hands. Come back here."

There's giggling and Baby pulling Baby Jr up. Roman can hear his own laughter.

She kisses their little girl's cheek. Baby Jr flexes her hands to the camera.

"Sticky fingers. Like cousin's Spiderman."

"Uh-huh. You're a little superhero."

She kisses her cheek against and it's just a flicker of her eyes and smile to the camera.

"Roman."

Roman doesn't do anything that isn't watching the video and only the video.

"They're gone, Rome."

And right there, there's no thinking needing. Roman puts his phone in his pocket. The video still plays.

"Next year is kitty year."

"...Maybe. Right, Daddy?"

"With your lungs?"

"You know what that means? When Daddy answers with a question."

"It's a yes."

"That's right."

The voices are muffled but Roman can hear them all too well. Maybe that's the wrong choice of words. It's just right.

"Roman. Hey."

Kendall believes it's just him getting air. Or him leaving. How could he hurt himself and not be safe and saved in a hospital?

Roman walks, phone playing. He wipes his nose and walks faster - a pace you can't catch him at and a pace you can't stop before you crash into him.

The video still plays after a step out into the road.

Sleepy kisses

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x gender-neutral Reader

Summary: You like giving your sleeping boyfriend kisses on the cheek. Your boyfriend likes receiving kisses on the cheek. But then Rodrick gets greedy.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: A bit of conflict but no intense angst

[Posted on AO3 as well]

In your opinion, your boyfriend is just the cutest when he is asleep.

There probably aren't a lot of people that would agree with you on that one. However, in your eyes, his slight drooling and open-mouth snores are just adorable.

Maybe this impression could be explained by the fact, that you both were still in the very early stages of your relationship. Having just made things official a few weeks ago.

That's why you couldn't resist giving Rodrick a small kiss on the cheek or the forehead whenever you found him asleep. Which, now that you think about it, has happened a lot more often in the last few weeks than it used to.

Rodrick was taking a nap after school when he made a great, revolutionary discovery.

You two had plans to hang out that day, so after your extracurriculars were done, you went straight over to the Heffleys' house. A difference you noticed that day, was that you weren't greeted at the door by your boyfriend like usual, but by his mother. After exchanging a few quick pleasantries with Susan you made your way up to his room.

Hearing someone come up the stairs Rodrick woke up. Assuming it was his mom he decided to act like he was still asleep, to avoid whatever chore she came up to assign him. So when he felt the bed dip beside him, created by you sitting down, he was surprised to hear your voice, instead of Susans, greeting him.

He was about to 'wake up‘ when he felt you gently placing a small kiss on his forehead, accompanied by a short gush about how cute he was.

And just like that Rodrick was hooked.

Everyone else calling him cute would have probably set him off, but when it came to you, every tiny compliment made butterflies burst in his stomach. You probably weren't even capable of offending him, even if you tried to.

After throughout research (aka fake sleeping a lot in your company) he came to the conclusion, that you just seemed to like to give him small kisses whenever he was dozing off.

Little did he know, that you were just as willing to give him those when he was awake. All he had to do was ask.

However, Rodrick being the dumb, lovesick puppy he was, decided that the most logical way to make use of this new information was to 'sleep‘ every time you entered a room. That way he would get the most kisses possible.

You on the contrary started to get worried. There seemed to be something wrong with your boyfriend lately. He was sleeping a lot more than usual, and that said something if you are talking about a lazy teenage boy, who even before took at least one nap a day.

Maybe it was a medical issue that caused him to get tired all the time. You hardly ever saw him not asleep. Was he not sleeping at night? Did he struggle with night terrors? Is there a way you can help?

When you first noticed his new sleeping habit, his naps were still limited to the first few minutes after you reached his house. The routine usually went something like that: When you arrived he would be asleep, you would gush a bit about him a little and give him a quick smooch. Then he would wake up about 10 minutes later.

But then it really started to pick up.

You would only leave the room for a short amount of time, for example, to use the bathroom or to get some water. Before, Rodrick always used to do things like getting you something to drink, for you. He was constantly jumping at every opportunity to do something nice. But all of a sudden he stopped. Now, after doing the small task yourself, you would return to find your boyfriend asleep.

And then he started to fall asleep with you right next to him. He would put on a movie or some music, then lay down on his bed or couch, and just minutes later he'd be out.

Another realization you have come to is that you didn't get to hear his soft snores anymore, which you used to adore so much. But that was likely because he didn't reach a deeper sleeping phase, right? That must be the reason, right?

Wrong.

One day you were coming over unannounced and that was when you saw it. While climbing up the stairs to Rodricks room you already called out a greeting, alarming your boyfriend of your presence. Like always, he threw himself straight onto his bed, closing his eyes.

What he hadn't realized, was that you were already able to see him from the position you were at.

And at that moment the self-doubt started. Did he not enjoy being around you? Was this his way of getting out of talking to you? Was he going to break things off?

Your thoughts kept spiraling, convincing you of the most horrible things imaginable. You felt hurt and tears were building up in your eyes embarrassingly fast. You had to sit down.

In the end, you came to the conclusion, that he never actually liked you and probably was making fun of you with his friends all along. Or he fell in love with someone new. Or he just decided one day that you were revolting. That must be it.

While you were drowning in self-doubt, Rodrick was getting impatient. Where was his kiss? Well, he knew he was probably pushing the limits a bit, but come on, that was no excuse for you to deprive him of his precious kisses.

Sneakingly opening one eye, he looked over at you, covering up his movements with a blatant fake yawn, trying to figure out what you were waiting for. What he wasn't anticipating, was to find you looking rather distraught, like you just saw a ghost and were about to start bawling at any moment.

Hastily he scrambles up and reaches for you.

"Baby, what's wrong? Oh my god don't cry, please don't cry." He was panicking. Rodrick had no idea how to comfort you. Now awkwardly petting your head. He was not prepared for this. Should he get his mom? She would surely know what to do. He didn't know how to console someone.

During his inner monologue, you were pulling away from him. "Why don't you like me anymore?" You sounded pathetic but were too upset to care about it right now.

Were you overreacting? Probably. But you're allowed to. Rodrick was your first everything. Your first real crush, your first real boyfriend, the first person you held hands with romantically, and your first kiss. You didn't know how to handle a situation like this, making everything quite overwhelming.

"What?" how the hell did you come up with that? He liked you, liked liked you. "Why would I be with you if I didn't like you? Who put this nonsense in your head? Was it Greg? I swear-"

"It was you! You don't like me anymore. What does your brother have to do with that?"

"Me?" What had he done to give you that impression, 'Come on Rodrick, think'.

"Yeah," sniffle "You don't want to spend time with me. And to think I was concerned for you! I was researching all the possible reasons for you to be so tired all the time. All while you were faking the whole time, solely to get out of hanging out with me! Why didn't you just say it outright? You coward!"

"That's not true!" Rodrick was nervous. How was he supposed to explain the real reason behind it all without making a fool out of himself? "We always still hung out after I woke up, so your theory doesn't even make sense. And I was always actually asleep!"

"That's not true. I literally just saw you throw yourself onto your bed the second you heard my voice."

"I was sleepwalking."

"Rodrick!"

"I wanted to scare you?" He was grasping at straws.

"Oh okay, that explains it all, sorry for the misunderstanding."

"Really? Great. So I was thinking we could- hey what are you doing?" Rodrick stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw you standing up and crossing his room.

"I'm leaving. I can't force you to tell me the truth, but I also won't be sitting here playing 'happy relationship' with you."

You pulling away was the last thing Rodrick wanted, so he had no other option than, to tell the truth.

"No wait, I'm gonna explain. But it's embarrassing."

You cross your arms, still standing at the top of the stairs, ready to leave but again willing to hear him out.

He had no idea how to start.

„I just- how do I say this, look, you were right, I was fake sleeping.“

Honesty it is.

„Oh wow, I would have never been able to come up with this.“ You were indeed able to come up with this.

„But it was an accident, I swear!“

"Rodrick," You looked exhausted. "How the fuck do you fake sleep on accident?"

"It was an accident! At least the first time."

That doesn't explain much to you. The whole situation was still weird and confusing.

"So you just decided to make it a habit? And why were you fake sleeping in the first place?"

"The first time I had just woken up because I heard someone coming up the stairs. And because I was still in a daze from just taking a nap, I forgot our plans or that you were coming over. At least for a second. So when I heard footsteps I assumed it were my mom's and she was coming to bug me. So to avoid that, I acted like I was still asleep. Then I realized it was you, but before I could say something, you-"

"I?"

"You kissed me. And then I thought if you saw me sleeping again, you would also kiss me again, and you did. So I just continued acting asleep around you." Saying it out loud made him feel kind of ridiculous.

"Crazy suggestion, we are literally in a relationship, why didn't you just, I don't know, ask for a kiss?"

"Just ask?" he didn't believe that to be an option.

"Yeah. Like, 'Hey can I have a kiss?'."

"And then you would have kissed me?" It couldn't be that easy.

"Yeah? And you could also have had real kisses, rather than only ones on the cheek or forehead." Why was this so hard for him to grasp?

"Wow." He was still a mixture of skeptical and mindblown.

"So can we agree that from now on you just ask if you want something from me, instead of making me think you have some disease or lost interest in me?"

He nodded, still having a dazed, stupid look on his face.

"Thank you. And sorry getting so worked up over that."

But Rodrick was hardly listening to you, still stuck on the fact that he could just ask you for a kiss. He was pining over you for way too long, so now he had to sometimes remind himself that you were dating now. He had to try it out to believe it.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Of course."

You lean over to give Rodrick a quick but sweet kiss.

"It worked, you kissed me."

Your boyfriend is an idiot. A cute idiot though.

"Bite your pillow"

COD König / fem!Reader

Summary:  An innocent phone call derails into König using the opportunity of an empty dorm for some late-night fun with his girl, even though she's far away.

Content: phone sex, dirty talk ramped up to 100, mild dom elements/mentions, possessive König, praise kink, civilian girlfriend, long-distance relationships

Word Count:   1.6k

Notes: Pure filth for the follower special y'all voted on! Have some fun, kind of awkward, hot phone sex with König. NOT FOR MINORS.

Translations at the end!

"Are- Are you naked?" He asked, cringing at the way his voice broke with hesitancy instead of the smooth seductiveness he'd been going for.

She giggled on the other end, and the soft sound soothed his frazzled nerves and made him smile despite the burning heat in his cheeks and neck.

"Do you want me to be?"

König groaned, picturing her smooth skin all stretched out over the white silk sheets he'd bought her for Christmas. How she'd writhe against them, clench her much smaller hands in them as he-

"What do you do when it's just you?" He ground out between one breath and the next, phone pressed tightly to his ear as he stared up at the picture taped to the bottom of the top bunk.

Her smiling face shone back at him in the half-dark, back turned towards the camera, cute butt accentuated by the sundress he loved. Her thighs peeked out, shoulders bare, just like he remembered their last night on vacation. 

There was a hesitant silence, and König wondered if it had been the wrong thing to say. If he should just demand answers from her. Order his girl to be good and listen. She'd hinted in the past that she wouldn't say no to trying things like that, to see him in 'proper work mode' when he fucked her. But being unable to judge her reactions in person and read her body language felt wrong for that kind of fun.

"I usually just- I don't know. Leave my shirt on?" She whispered, suddenly shy now that the spotlight was on her. 

"I see," he answered, voice deeper as he felt his cock harden further against his sweatpants. König idly trailed his left hand down his stomach and played with the waistband. "And what about your underwear? Do you take it off or just push it to the side?"

"Schatz, oh my god," she laughed, the sound muffled from clapping a hand over her mouth. "Leave a girl her secrets, will you?"

König smiled back at the beaming face in the photograph. 

"I'd like to know," he said softly, as his fingers dipped into his pants, and brushed over the happy trail there. He tried to be gentle, as she would be, only a caress instead of a firm stroke.

Her breathing hitched and he heard her shift around, thought of the way he could trap her body with his hips and waist and make her beg if they weren't thousands of miles apart.

"I push them down," she answered quietly, then without him prompting her to go on, she continued. "And touch myself."

"Yeah?" König exhaled, slowly fisting the weeping head of his cock. "How do you like it, baby? You go nice and gentle or fast and hard?"

She made the tiniest, mewling sound. It sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and he bit his lip to keep composure.

"U-usually fast."

"And you read your little stories while you do, yeah?" He grinned like a wolf that caught the rabbit between his paws. "The ones where the bad guy fucks the innocence out of a sweet little girl like you, hm?"

The high-pitched giggle that left her made his grin widen as he pushed down the worn fabric of his sweats until the soft elastic framed his balls and cock from below, pushed them onto his stomach as he idly traced the veins running down the underside. 

"You promised we would never talk about fanfiction again," she protested, still laughing and breathless.

"I changed my mind," he purred. "Tell me, do you picture me doing all these things to you, too?"

"Always," she admitted, so quietly that he almost missed it.

"Never think of any other man you find attractive, do you? You know I don't like to share." 

"Oh my god," she breathed. "Schatz, please. I don't- No, just you."

"Good girl," König praised her, gripping his cock harder. It was a little awkward with his other hand clutching the phone, so he pressed the little speaker button and dropped it next to his pillow instead. "Have you started touching yourself, yet?"

"Yes," she whined, and he closed his eyes for a second, pictured her on her knees in front of the bed, how he'd hold her hair back as she swallowed him down in that way that no other woman had ever managed before. How her eyes would be locked on his face as she sucked his cock, how flushed and sweaty they would both be.

"Me too," he groaned, then moved his hand up and down slowly, firmly, spreading the precum over the soft skin. "Are you all wet for me?"

She hummed and then must have moved her phone lower because suddenly the soft sounds of slick skin sounded through the dark room. König had to take his hands off himself, or otherwise, he might have spilt right then and there.

"Du wirst mich umbringen," he swore, head pressed into his pillow, then smiled at her confused little noise over the German. "Use your fingers properly, like I would, hm?"

"I thought you wanted to know how I do it?" She teased him back, voice bolder now that she was slowly losing herself in their call that had evolved from catching up and sweet nothings into this. "I just like to rub my clit nice and hard, until I come. And then," voice lower, she whispered gently. "I go again, and again until my fingers are all wet and tired and my legs shake."

König would never forget the first time he had eaten her out, how he'd had to grip her thighs around his head because they were twitching so much, sensitive with every swipe of his tongue.

"Never push your fingers inside, baby? That why you always so tight for me?"

His voice was barely above a growl, and her desperate whine made him go again, faster, harder, jerking himself off as he panted. 

"Try it out for me tonight?" Köng begged when all he heard were more slick sounds and laboured breaths. "Two fingers, nice and deep."

He was able to pinpoint the exact moment she followed his instructions, the quiet hiss of pleasure and the much slower sounds of skin against skin. König spat into his palm, then circled his hand around his cock tightly, in a faint imitation of the wet heat he'd be pushing into if she were here with him. 

"Doing so well," he ground out as she whined again. "Want to know what else I would do to you, Liebling?"

Her answering hum was barely coherent, but König let it slide. 

"Turn you around on all fours, pull your cheeks apart and watch my fingers disappear into you. So wet and ready for me aren't you? Would bite the pillow so your neighbours don't hear how good your big scary boyfriend fucks you, wouldn't you?"

König wasn't sure if he was still speaking English at this point, his thumb brushing over the sensitive crown of his cock as his girl shuffled on the other end of the line, perhaps flipping over onto her stomach like he'd said. He could feel the telltale burn in his abdomen, the tightening of his thighs and butt as his body came closer and closer to climaxing from the lewd little sounds over the speaker. 

"I'd take it all," she murmured, barely audible.

"Yes, you would," he grinned, all sharp teeth in the dark. "And then you'd beg me to come inside, greedy little thing." 

"Fuck, yes," she laughed, desperate. He pictured her writhing against her own small fingers, not enough, now that he'd given her a taste of what it meant to be stuffed full. "And you'd grab my hair and s-suck into my neck-"

König moaned, eyebrows drawn together and his hand pumped his cock faster and faster, almost painfully. The mental image of her body, which looked so much more fragile and delicate compared to his own bulky frame, taking him all the way, messy and begging and-

"Going to come," he ground out.

"All over my face?" She asked sweetly, devilishly. "Want to taste you so badly."

With a deep shudder, eyes screwed shut, König flexed his hips up into his hand, violent. Hot semen dripped all over his fingers and abdomen, and the utter bliss of release made him see stars for a moment.

He swore, oversensitive as he rode out the wave of his orgasm, hold not as tight as he began to soften and milked out every last drop. 

"So good, baby," she whined, sounding somewhere between drunk and sleepy, breaths uneven in that way he'd come to associate with her convulsing walls sucking in his cock as she came all around him.

"Fuck," he laughed, hand pressed over his forehead as he listened to her climaxing. She giggled as well, breathless.

It was quiet for a few moments, then her voice sounded out over the speakers again.

"Almost as good as the real thing. Didn't realize you had such a mouth on you."

König felt all the blood that had previously deserted his brain in favour of his cock shoot back up, making his face and chest feel hot from embarrassment.

"I- I didn't-" he stammered but got cut off by her smug voice once more.

"I liked it," she confessed. "We should do that more often, don't you think?"

TRANSLATIONS: Schatz - treasure/honey Du wirst mich umbringen. - You'll be the death of me. Liebling - beloved/darling

Whew, I'm blushing. I thought I'd make good use of my day off and just let out some pent-up brain juices from the last two weeks 👀 Also couldn't resist slipping the little fanfiction joke in there, I'm sorry.

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Until next time! - A✨

SIMP — Paypig!König x Reader

It's a game he's grown used to throughout the months, blaming it purely on muscle memory the moment his muscular frame moves with agility, pulling his debit card out of his wallet and putting it down next to your hand, not daring to touch you or talk to you yet— he doesn't deserve it.

Half-lidded blue eyes watch with a mix of anxiety and excitement as you pick up his card, not sparing him a single glance as the long acrylics he paid for tap against your phone screen, scrolling multiple online stores before you find something you like.

“Come here.” The way he scurries over to you is almost enough to make you feel sorry for him. Almost. König doesn't waste any time on joining you in bed, holding his strong body over yours, his gaze inevitably drifting down to your ass as you present it to him, teasing him in a pair of panties he bought you last time you met.

“That's a good boy.” Even if your tone is sarcastic, König takes in the mocking praise, pride filling his twisted soul. He allows himself to lay some of his weight on you, slowly rubbing his hardening, clothed cock against your ass, thrusting at a pace gentle enough to make you feel more of him, despite the way you choose to ignore his advances.

“Buy anything you want, Meine Königin. My entire paycheck is there...” He closes his eyes, choosing the ignore the pit of anxiety building up inside him at the idea of you leaving him with nothing, calming himself down by planting ghost kisses along your shoulders and bare back, taking in the scent of your expensive shampoo.

Did I buy that for you, or was it another client? Not even the soldiers who have betrayed König's team can compare to how much of an enemy his own brain is. Jealousy is quick to set in, his bare hand drifting down to your hip and squeezing— not hard enough to make you up and leave, but hard enough to remind himself that you're there with him, not with another man.

“Oh?” He climbs through the ranks with more excitement ever since he met you, knowing he'll have more money to win you over with.

“Good boys get rewarded, don't they?” König doesn't even realize when the big, brooding soldier used as a battering ram became so pathetic, vigorously nodding his head to your words.

“You can fuck my panties. Ruin them again and it's coming out of your paycheck.” Your little threat goes in one ear and right out the other. The only thing he focused on was your permission, pale cheeks growing slightly warm and he wastes no time on pulling his needy, thick cock out of his pants, his gaze fixated on the pair of panties hugging your curves.

With a low groan, he slides his throbbing dick between the fabric of your panties, the friction sending shivers down his spine. His rough, calloused fingers dig into your skin as he starts to thrust, his movements rough and possessive.

“Fuck. Keep... keep using my card, Engel.” He manages to mutter between gritted teeth, his voice laced with desire and need. König's needy groans ring around the room, mixing in with your nails tapping your phone screen as you browse a different store, catching his eye.

Lingerie. The fact that your faith in him is so little to the point you know he's going to ruin yet another pair of panties makes him smirk, his hips slamming against your ass with more force. Truth to be told, he doesn't have any faith in himself either.

“I wonder if I should spend it all on the same place.” You think out loud, knowing König well enough to fully realize what he's into. The knowledge that you'll drain his hard-earned money makes his cock throb, feeling his precum staining your panties and skin, the evidence of his desire mingling with the fabric.

“Anything you need— Scheiße. Use it however you want, take it all.” The raw need for approval in his tone and words makes you laugh softly, only fueling his desire for more, his tired eyes closing again as his forehead rests on your warm back, his dick sliding between your plump ass cheeks, letting the warmth wrap around him.

König adjusts his position, his cock throbbing in his hand as he aligns himself with your puckered hole. It's a reward he gets whenever he lets you use his entire paycheck— not deserving of fucking your pussy until he gets another promotion.

With a steady, controlled thrust, he slowly pushes himself into your hole, applying more pressure when he hears your small whimper. A low moan escapes his lips the moment your tight hole gives him, allowing him to feel the tightness and warmth surrounding him, waves of pleasure coursing through his body like lightning.

“Where did you learn how to fuck? It's awful.” König's breath hitches at your degradation, a mix of arousal and vulnerability washing over him. He continues to thrust into your ass, rolling his muscular hips as he tries to prove himself to you.

“I can do better.” He promises in a muffled whisper, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon. With renewed determination, he adjusts his rhythm, finding a pace that has you gripping the sheets, even when you try to act all high and mighty with him. His hips slam against your ass with an increased, newfound intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful and precise just to please you.

“Too big for your own good.” König lets out a quiet whimper at your words, feeling his cock throb inside your pulsating, tight ass, the familiar knot in his stomach tightening up when he sees you grabbing your phone again, biting your thumb to prevent yourself from moaning as you scroll on a different luxury shop.

$1750.

His eyes widen when he sees the lingerie set that caught your eye, anxiety and desire mixing together while he rams into you faster, making your entire body shake at the sensation of every single nerve being massaged by his veiny, pathetic cock.

König almost knocks the air out of you the moment more of his weight is placed over you, slamming himself into your ass as deep as possible, his balls tightening up as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your ass the moment he sees the purchase was completed.

cw: cuckolding 🫂

all i can think about is virgin!johnny who can't pleasure his girlfriend, so he watches simon fuck your pretty body instead. :(

johnny feels pathetic. he's ashamed to admit the truth — that he's a virgin. watching simon fuck your tight hole relentlessly, your nail raking down his back, leaving red scratches and marks all down his bare, muscular shoulders. his breathless grunts, his guttural groans, and how easily you cum just off of his thick, hard cock. your pretty clit swells with euphoria, dripping with arousal as he runs his leaking tip up and down your wet folds, coating you in his thick, sticky load before easing back inside.

johnny watches with tears coating his cheeks, leaving them raw and flushed, his eyes puffy and his bottom lip quivering while he strokes himself. his balls are achingly tight, painfully sore as he gets himself off to the sight. he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel any envy or bitterness; how simon had you squirting all over his muscular abdomen, how experienced simon truly was.

of course, the sergeant's lieutenant wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to mock and tease the virgin. leaving his load oozing from your swollen, glistening cunt, taunting him for being useless, unable to pleasure his girlfriend.

you'll just have to make him feel better, bonnie. :( when simon's gone and johnny still hasn't came from anticipation and embarrassment, sobbing into your neck, the smell of simon's cologne causing him to grit his teeth through jealousy, feeling shameful while you jerk him off. please, sit on his bare lap, jerk him off while he apologises for being ‘useless’, while shooting blanks as he throws his head back, hot and milky cum dripping from his tip.

könig is big man, with his fair share of a wide and muscular back, voluminous hard biceps and a chunky belly that has its own good amount of fat, paired with thick and fully rounded chest, as well as meaty thighs that always hugged nicely in every pants he wears.

but, it also means that könig eats more than well — full nourishing meals, high calorie side dish with something meaty, salad with fresh vegetables or just chopped vegetables on a plate next to him, something to wash it all down with and a small dessert.

he eats a lot, that you could notice, but all the calories go into the muscles he builds up in the gym and on runs, as well as in the military, where he needs to be strong and in good shape, and he more than doesn't mind gaining weight if he has to eat what you cook for him.

of course, you don't do everything alone — könig knows how to cook well and is also versed in his native, austrian cuisine, an activity that distracts him quite well, considering that it is difficult for him to stand still in one place for a long time, and cooking allows him to move around a lot, side by side with you, which brings him pleasure.

at the same time, both of you can enjoy delicious, hot dishes afterwards, and then bake some delicious dessert, maybe this time könig will even share more recipes from his childhood with you.

but for now, let him thank you for a delicious lunch with little, warm kisses that are slowly pass from your lips to your neck, flesh already blooming with love bites and hungry hickeys.

who knows, maybe this time the dessert is you.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.