A/n: y'all really liked this one geez louise papa cheese. As promised I made another one. Didn't know how to end it but the next one I make will reveal why reader is immune to him. Also, I tried keeping to gn reader, if you guys like that lmk. If not I can change it to fem reader.
Warnings!: Mentions of SA, somnophilia hardcore mixed with dubcon, mentions of murder, sex mentioned a lot. Dark shit tbh I may have went a little too far- König is a loser sorry. Please heed warnings before reading I beg of you.
Minors DNI.
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The window opened easily, he almost snorted at you leaving it unlocked. Though, he did climb your apartment building to get up here so maybe he was being an ass. He carefully stepped inside and immediately he felt strange. The legend that a vampire must be invited inside was a myth, he tested that before. But there was something about the air in your room that made his skin prickle.
König was huge, but getting through a window wasn't so much of a challenge for him anymore. He stood in your room and carefully looked around. You had lots of stuff, and it was messy. Some basket of yarn, a sketch pad, some make up on your dresser, posters all over the wall... It looked like a normal young woman's room.
His eyes finally landed on you and he swallowed thickly. You laid on your side, curled up slightly with your blankets lazily tossed over you. There was a stuffed animal near your pillows, watching you, watching him. He crept closer and walked to the side of the bed that you faced. Kneeling down, he takes in your face again. Staring at you as if you'll tell him how you could resist his hypnosis. Your rhythmic breathing however, told him you were fast asleep.
He reached up and used the back of his knuckle to pet your cheek. He wondered what you dreamed of, was it about him? Maybe it was nothing at all. His eyes scanned over your body, seeing the rest disappear within the blankets. Your thigh and leg however, poked out from beneath the blankets. He stood up, walking to the foot of your bed and slowly placing his fingers on your ankle. Ideas, millions of them, bad, good, selfish ideas ran through his head.
He always has his escape card, his hypnosis. He could do whatever he wanted and not feel as much guilt over it, but you... He had to be careful. Truthfully he could probably rule the world, the country at least. He was a powerful being with few weaknesses. He could have as much blood as he wanted, create his own servants and fuck who ever he pleased.
You could not be hypnotized, so if he took you, and you woke up, you'd probably scream. You'd be traumatized perhaps. His fingers moved up your leg. If he drank your blood, you'd be sore and you'd remember, because he can't hypnotize you. His fingers traced along your thigh, stopping at your hip. He wanted you, God if any, König wanted you so badly. He looked at his fingers resting on your hip, you only had panties on. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his hard-on tame.
Removing his hand, he stared at your sleeping form. He glanced to the side, looking at your stuffed animal, as if asking for forgiveness. His fingers slipped the blanket off your bottom half and he looked at your pants less form. He's decided, he won't drink your blood, but he would fuck you. He needed this. He had only met you two- three hours ago and you had tormented him. Slipping his boots off, his knees fell onto the edge of the bed. He got in all fours, hovering over your clothed sex.
He could smell you, your arousal. Were you dreaming of something filthy? He wanted to smile but he didn't. His eyes never left your underwear, and he laid on his stomach between your lazily parted legs. He rested them over his shoulders and was careful not to wake you. He was burley, and knew that rising too high might cause you to stir. He settled now, resting between your legs and staring hungrily at your middle. Then without moving your underwear, he pressed his lips to your sex and closed his eyes. Sweet, he thought. How were you sweet and he's yet to taste your juices?
His tongue eagerly pressed against your panties and it was then he groaned. It was more prominent now, like honey. He licks a strike up your sex and he hears you moan softly in your sleep. His eyes stared up at you now, but you remained asleep. He licked his lips and delved back in, humming in delight. His tongue swirls and he feels his hardened cock pressing painfully against his pants, against your bed. He kissed your thigh and then moved your cloth to the side, wanting to taste you uncovered. His tongue immediately finds your entrance and he swears his eyes flutter. You had jumped against him suddenly and he recognized that jump. He pulled away and his tongue went to his teeth- his fangs. They had came out without his realizing and he cursed. He didn't mean to poke you, not like that anyway.
Looking back up at your sleeping form, he sighed and moved up, slowly palming himself through his tan cargo pants. You could wake up, and find him violating you any moment ...and it thrilled him, sickeningly. He undoes his pants and pulls out his eagerly awaiting cock, finding the tip slick from suppressed arousal. He slowly jerked himself, looking down at you. He'll show you, that he always gets what he wants in the end.
He maneuvers your legs once again so that your thighs rested against his own, with you laying on your back and your head laying to the side. He moves the annoying piece of cloth once again and eyes your entrance, having mercy and lubing it a little more with his spit. Though if he were a little more psychotic, he'd make you hurt. Let you feel the dry press of his thickness as it opened you...but that was too far, he thought with an amused chuckle. He lined himself, watching his tip kiss at your sex and he shudders. He licks his lips, then-
Then you stir and turn on your side, mumbling in your sleep about taking someone's order wrong. König blinked himself out of his dark daydream. He was still standing at the foot of your bed, you were still clothed with the blankets hanging over your body. His member, though hard, remained in his pants and he frowned. Maybe he was losing his humanity far more than he thought. He let out a growl and carefully pulled the blankets over you, so that your legs were covered.
But as he looked at you once again, he felt the human part of himself tsking at him. He can't- no, he wouldn't. So he sighed and sat down on a chair across from your bed. Nonetheless, he wants you. And if he was going to win you over, he needed to do this by the books. He needed to flirt, he needed to give gifts, charm you, intrigue you somehow.
Somehow...
The arrogant part of his mind was twisting and turning. He has become so used to getting what he wanted, whenever. So the one thing he can't have, he found himself wanting the most. Like a spoiled brat, perhaps. But this was only a small part of it, that's what he told himself anyway.
For now, he stood up and nodded to himself. He's gonna go about this as human like as possible. But then there was the incident from tonight. He had been a creep, and you might remember his face. No matter, he'll just erase your mind and-
No, wait. Fuck.
He put his hands on his hips in frustration. This is gonna be difficult.
your vampire!Konig and human!reader thing is the best. I can't wait for part 3! Btw, no rush, take all the time you need! ❤️
It's slowly coming along, I gotta figure out how I want this story to go and how it's gotta end. Thank you though.
🥺He's the only one that makes my day. Someone draw him as a human rn
No, no no no how come no one told me The Clone Wars was gonna be this fuckin emotional.
I've got angry fucking tears bruh.
I know you all loved the way I wrote Simon where he's a bully. I'd like to let you all know I simply wrote my boyfriend's attitude into Simon.
And today, I came forward and I told my guy that I wrote fanfiction based on his personality combined with the infamous Simon Ghost Riley. This was hard for me because I'm so embarrassed to admit to my close friends that I write these things.
I told him that, in fact, it was my most popular fanfic rn!
You know what this smug bitch told me? Deadass?
"You're welcome. Can't help I'm so popular."
In a very monotone, uninterested tone.
To everyone that liked my stuff AND reblogged???
I love y'all ❤️❤️❤️
Murderer!Simon x fem!Reader (idea post)
Note: this is a short fic of what I plan on writing more of later. This contains mentions of murder (duh) body parts and stalking. The full fic will likely be much darker.
Soulmate AU, where two people will have the initials of someone's name marked on their skin, in the same spot as the other. It comes with their 18th birthday. This is a nearly impossible search because anyone can have the same initials as someone else. And there's only so many spots a mark can show up before it repeats with the same letters, so and so...
So fate, the little hopeless romantic that it is, also made it so that people can feel when they're closer to their soulmate.
It's a warm spread through their chest, then through their arms and their legs. A flush of the cheeks in some cases, when they're finally face to face with their one and only. Some people experience hairs rising on their neck or arms. Others say it's like the word becomes quiet all around you, because your heart is singing a song for you to hear.
Well.
You've been waiting for years and ofc you became lonely and heartbroken. No soulmate for you. Your friends all found one, you siblings as well. And you were alone, staring at the initials that showed up around your 18th birthday; S.R.
So why not go for a camping trip? Do something nice like get away from the city and relax. Maybe go swim in a lake, read a book, crochet, or cross stitch.
You've been so caught up in reading about how others found their soulmate, that you completely glossed over the missing persons articles. Campers going missing in the woods, some body parts showing up, but never the whole body.
Silly you.
Setting up your camper for the week, making yourself a campfire, you felt a little better. Small joys that made you feel like life was worth going on. Of course, maybe you were just harsh on yourself. It's only been 6 years right? There have been cases of people waiting even longer. That made you feel even worse.
You were so saddened and depressed, drowning in your own self-loathing that you never saw the dark figure of a man watching you from behind your camper. He blended in so well with the dark forest behind him, he couldn't blame you. That and he's done this plenty times.
He waited, which was unusual. Simon didn't wait for campers to go to bed. He liked watching them scream and run. He liked when the fear in their eyes was evident. But he watched you douse your fire. He watched you climb into your camper and through a window, he watched you settle down for bed.
Why was his chest thrumming? And why did it feel like the mark on his wrist was burning?
Oh also, who did you icon? It's very cool!
Ahh got it, reblogging. Thank you again. And i found the image on Google. It's usually how I get most of my icons. I'll change my icon every month or so. Also I have to ask, you're the one that drew those Griffin drawings?
You've probably seen me on A03. Maybe not. IF you did, then you know what I write. Enjoy your stay. I'll be around... trying to figure out how this works so bare with me.