König Was Still Getting Used To Office Work; This Wasn't His Way Of Working. He Would Rather Smack The

priceghost x reader. dubcon themes.

thinking about being john’s newly-wed, barefoot and warm as an oven, stumbling to the door when you hear his iron foot fall. it’s been months, but you recognize the cadence on the porch. sounds like morning tea and his favorite cigars.

unlocking the door and throwing yourself into his arms, smelling the space above his shoulder, inhaling…petrichor. wet dirt. blood.

that isn’t your husband.

you slowly peel yourself away, stunned when your eyes meet brown instead of blue.

“where’s…”

“right ‘ere, dove.”

you glance over the stranger’s shoulder (who is still holding you up) and find your husband, looking a little too amused that his wife is in another man’s arms.

once you reach him, he kisses the top of your head, before rubbing your shoulder to coo the loud creature of embarrassment before it reaches your mouth in the form of an apology.

“you’ve met simon. he’ll be staying with us for a little while.”

you glance between the two before meeting your husbands eye. “I-“

“im sure you don’t mind the extra stomach, right darlin?”

you swallow.

“of course not,” you glance at simon, who’s face remains neutral, “the more the merrier.”

you meant for meals. they seemed to understand it differently.

now you sleep between the two of them, quilt unnecessary while their meaty limbs keep you sweltering.

the bed is heavy, and you haven’t complained because you’re a hostess, and simon is john’s friend. even when you feel him palming your clothed cunt ‘in his sleep’, you don’t fuss.

instead, you silently turn on your side, trying your best to subtly grab your husbands attention.

but he’s already there, watching. smiling gently, like he does when he says he loves you.

“there there dove. you can learn to share, right?”

okay but delivery driver könig who’s always picked to do the large deliveries (appliances, furniture, bulk items) meeting you…

he’s at his favorite stop, an animal shelter where the nice old lady who’s in charge just tells him where to put the giant sacks of kibble, signs the release form, and quickly sends him on his way, except… linda had a dentist appointment today, and you were tasked with receiving the food. he usually hates chatty people, but when you start asking him random questions about his job as he’s unloading sack after sack of food into the storage closet, he finds himself answering, quietly, but answering all the same, for once. what really seals the deal is when you compliment him for being so strong, marveling at his arms (“wow, you could crush my head with those things!”), and now he’s ducking his head, pretending to check one of the feed bags for damage to hide the light dusting of a blush on his face, even though the black surgical mask he wears hides it pretty well…

needless to say, suddenly you’re very interested in taking over linda’s package duty and könig’s rushing through any other deliveries to have time to linger at the shelter, unloading each sack as s l o w as possible to talk with you for longer. <3

soap x reader —> ghoap x reader content: (consensual) cuckolding, size kink, gn!reader

When you start dating John it takes no time for you to fall into bed with him. He’s military, life is short, he would have waited but good god he looked so good that night, rain soaked him as he grinned like a mad lad. And a relationship with John is easy, he’s chill, likes to see the lads, even brought you around to meet Simon.

You’d thought the other man hadn’t liked you, barely talking to you the whole night to the point you felt suffocated with disapproval. Until you’re all getting up to leave. He places his big mitt on the top of your head and you can tell from the way the corner of his eyes crinkle that he’s smiling behind the black disposable mask he hadn’t taken off, simply pushed up to drink his pint. 

“Picked a good’un, Johnny,” his deep voice feels like it vibrates through your body.

You’re beaming as he shuffles out, and when you look to joke that you guess he did like you, you notice that John’s neck is turning red, heat rising up through his shoulders and to his face as he looks down at you with pure lust. 

You don’t make it home, pants shucked down in the backseat of the car as he fucks you like a dog, panting heavily into your ear while he calls you his good pup, coos how happy he is, that he loves ya.

You don’t think much of it, happy to have gotten fucked so thoroughly.

Then he starts getting a little funny, the porn he’ll put on starts being threesomes, toys are gradually getting bigger, he buys more lube. 

Again you don’t think too much of it. If he wants a threesome, surely he’ll say something. 

It’s after almost a week of cuck porn that he asks if you’ll let Simon fuck you. Please, for him, for his birthday. You worry that it’ll be awkward for him, but… but that approval Simon had given you had turned you on. 

So you agree. 

For his birthday.

It’s a whole day affair. Simon shows up in the morning, passing John a small box and tells him to open it. 

The cock cage is cute, pink. On Simon’s orders, he has you putting it on your boyfriend before he has you on your knees, taking him as far down your throat as you can as Johnny watches. 

Simon calls you a good puppy, praises your abilities, dark eyes never looking away from yours even as you start tearing up as you try to take him even further, pushing past your gag reflex.

Then his thick fingers open you.

He has you sit on his cock on the sofa, whining the whole time as you’re faced with John, face, neck, and chest ruddy as he watches the whole thing. He asks Simon how you feel, and the blonde doesn’t hold back. He tells him how warm and snug you are, how he can tell Johnny’s been working you open for him. How he’s the only person who’s ever gonna be allowed to fuck your holes now.

You watch John’s milky cum spurt out of his cage.

The next morning, Simon’s still there, lounging as he drinks milk straight from the jug.

Congrats on your new boyfriend. 

Don’t worry, Johnny’s still there. It’s just that Simon is too now.

Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.1

Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

!!warnings: angst then comfort, manipulation, kidnapping, violence, threatening, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

part 2

Gaz was used to this. To the mission, go somewhere, kill some bad guys, do what he needs to do and go to a party to celebrate after, but...this is completely different.

The Task Force 141 had found out that Vladimir Makarov had a daughter, (Y/N) Makarov. She lived in Moscow, in a small apartment, she wasn't aware of what her father was doing but even like that, the TF141 thought they could get some kind of information about her father. Where he is? Where he went? What were his plans? Maybe she knew something...

The plan was: Gaz would seduce her and make her fall in love with him then they would kidnap her and interrogate her, easy, isn't it?

The first part of the plan was easy, she was protected her whole life by Makarov and was unaware of the bad part of the world, she knew it existed but never saw it, so when Gaz first approached, talking in a broken russian and trying his best to talk to her, she found it cute and quite charmous but for his luck, she knew English.

The plan was suppose to be just one month long but they were already in the second month and just now, they managed to get a date. Gaz convinced her to go to his hotel, so they could have a time alone together...and she accepted.

Now they're here, in the interrogation room, she was cuffed to the chair. It was heartbreaking to see. She was crying, scared and even shaking a bit while Price was trying to get some kind of information out of her...

"Tell us! Where is your father?!" Price yells, at an angry tone. The captain was never a patient man when it came to interrogation and she was getting on his nerves.

"I don't know! I don't know..." She cries, her voice shaky and shaking from fear. Gaz felt the urge to interrupt, he knew her better than anyone in the room. He saw her smile, cry, get angry, scared and maybe, just maybe, he had started to genuinely like her...

"Captain, stop, she doesn't know anything, it's obvious." Gaz says in a softer tone, putting a hand on Price's shoulder. Price takes a deep breath and sighs, they weren't going anywhere with this interrogation.

"Two months goin' to the trash, how amusing." Soap rolls his eyes and snorts. "Do you really don't know anythin'?" The scottish asks, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, still crying. Ghost was indifferent, he knew the plan wasn't going to work since the beginning but no one listened to him.

"What do we do with her now? We can't just let her go, she'll tell her father." Price crossed his arms and looks to the rest of the team. Gaz gets closer to her and wipes her tears, she was heartbroken, he was too, he felt bad for manipulating her. She was so gullible and naive, she fell so easily on his trap, the littlest amount of affection made her fall in love and feel like a high schooler again. Poor girl.

While the other operators discussed, Gaz stayed on her side, trying to distract her from her hand cuffed and her situation. "Hey, what's your favorite color?" He asked in a softer tone, putting his hand on her head and caressing it softly. "W...what?" She asks, her voice shaky, confused, she saw the soft and warm smile on Gaz's face and nods. "Uh...pink?...no, blue....? I don't know..." She says in a low tone.

Gaz chuckles softly and nods. "Those are great colors, my favorite is blue...and what's your favorite animal?" He asks, again in that soft tone, trying not to scare her. "I like...dogs...and cats..but, i think sheeps are cute...i had a sheep plush when i was a kid.." she smiles weakly and Gaz smiles back.

"Oi Gaz, we decided that we're done here. Put her in a cell, we're going to the cafeteria." Price says and throws the keys to Gaz, Gaz grab them and nods, he still feels bad so he uncuffs her.

He make sure to pick the best cell...well, one that wasn't destroyed and moldy, he picks the softest mattress and the fluffiest blankets and pillows.

"I'm sorry, alright? I was just following orders." Gaz says, guilty on his eyes as he looked at her. She nods and rubs her watery eyes.

"I understand..." She says, her voice now back to normal but the sad tone was still there. "You were...my first kiss, you know?" She says with a weak smile. Gaz feels even worse now and nods, embarrassed of his acts. "It was nice while it lasted." He says and looks downs, she nods and looks away.

"I have something for you." Gaz says and takes a phone out of his pocket. Her eyes lights up slightly as he gives her the phone, it was old yes, but it was something. It was tracked and he could see everything she did, so no contact with Makarov. "Don't tell anyone i gave you that, my contact is already on it." He says and smiles weakly, looking back at her. She grabs the phone and nods. "It's our little secret." He says with more playful tone, making her chuckles softly. He sighs and leads her inside the cell and he locks it.

They exchange one last eye contact before he leaves. Were they still in love with each other? Only time will tell.

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CoyoteHybrid! Philip Graves x Cowhybrid!Reader

CW: noncon, both degrading kink and praise kink, you're dumb, stupid, no brains, only beauty, no protection, cumming inside, Graves is an asshole

Mhmnhm, farmer! John Price, punishing cow hybrid! reader for being a brat by making you sleep outside with the other cows, you weren't used to sleep in the grass, you were so much smaller than the other cow hybrids, you looking like a calf next to the big ladies, they were so much older, so much more experienced, these cow ladies have been around for so long they already know what to do and not to do, and one of the things to not do was don't trust the coyotes, they might sound sweet but they just want to take a bite out of you — you wasn't aware of that, the other cows might seem sweet and even motherly but you're too shy to approach them, so you just lay in the grass, thinking about how mad you are at your farmer and how you miss your warm bed.

When, all of a sudden, you hear some noises coming from the woods, it is dark; you can't see anything. The bell on your collar ringing as you went to check what that was about, your little ears fluttering and your tail moving curiously — you shouldn't, you know you shouldn't, but this will teach a lesson to Price! Maybe this way, he'll learn to not leave you alone (even if you were acting like a brat).

You clumsily jump over the fence, staining your nightgown in the process. You follow the noise, trying to be quiet, but the bell on your neck makes it harder. Unfortunately, you can't take it off; only Price has the key, that bastard! You swear to yourself you're going to bite him as hard as possible when you see him.

"Oh... What do we have here?" You jump in surprise, a voice coming out from behind you. From the dark, he appears. A coyote with light blonde fur and blue eyes, he was tall, with a body you could describe as athletic, his tail swinging with curiosity, his eyes wandering your body as if you are his next meal, and he had a scar on one of his cheek; you wonder why...

He gets closer, making you freeze. What should you do? Run??? You've never been in a situation like this; you don't know what to do. He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. Your body shivers, your ears get flat on your head, and your tail goes between your legs.

He sniffs you... And then bites down hard on your neck, drawing blood. "Ah!" You yell out in pain and surprise, using all your strength to push him away. He falls to the ground, and your legs immediately start running.

You don't know where you're going; he knows this place much better than you do, and the fact this stupid bell is on doesn't help! His footsteps are getting closer and closer; he's much faster, and in a quick movement, he pins you down to the ground.

You squirm, trying to get away. "Help! Help!" "Shh, shh... I'm sorry, m'kay? Shh..." He puts his hand on your mouth, silencing you. Tears stream down your face. That's it; you're dead. You're so dead.

"Didn't mean to hurt you, cow. You just smell so good." He smirks. You try to fight back, kicking your legs, but that's easy for him to pin down back again. "You look so fuckin' delicious, I could eat you whole, sweetheart." He, basically, whines out that he was... drooling... like a starved dog.

"Your ears look so soft... I wonder what they taste like." He gets closer to your face and bites on one of your ears, making you squirm and cry. But, from that position, one of your arms and hands was free, and you took the opportunity to try and fight back, giving him a slap on the face. That makes him freeze, stop munching on your ear, and stare back at you... And smile. A twisted smile.

"A fighter, uh? You're so adorable, cow. Have no idea how happy this makes me." He starts... Humping on you. Stupid nightgown, why did it have to be so short?! He seems to be turned on by the slap, a masochist; no matter how much you bite, kick, or slap, that only makes him more aroused.

You can feel his hard cock through your thin panties. He stops for a moment and stares at you. "You know... I was going to eat you. But I won't... Do what I say, okay? Or else..." You nod frantically, just wanting to go back to the farm and apologize for being so disobedient.

He gets up and forces you to your knees, making you face-to-face with his bulge. "Have you ever sucked cock, cow?" A shy and scared no is what comes out of your lips. "You're going to now." He unzips his pants and his boxers.

His cock was long and thick, with veins all over it, precum leaking out of the tip. He pumps it a few times before getting it inside your mouth. "Hmm... So warm and wet... Come on, up and down." He moves your head alongside the 'up and down' command, teaching you how to do it. "No teeth. If I feel one tooth, you're dead."

Scared, you begin moving; it felt so weird! Stretching your lips and throat in a way you didn't know was possible, it was so big, filling all of your mouth. You try to stop for a moment to breathe, but he forces your head back onto his cock. "Don't stop."

Tears in your eyes, you keep moving. After a while, he starts groaning a bit more, and then a strange liquid fills your throat; he forces your head in place, making you drink all of his cum. "Oh, fuck..." he moans.

The second he lets you go, you're coughing, breathing for air. "W-what was that?!" "My milk... You produce milk too, right? That's my milk, men's milk." He jokes, saying it in a tone as if you were stupid.

"C-can I go now?" You ask, voice shaky and shy. "What? Of course not." He kneels down in front of you and pushes you down to the ground again, aggressively taking off your panties and putting his cock in without warning. "Ah! No, wait—" "Shut up!" He smacks your face.

It hurts, it burns, but it's so good. You're so wet and tight, pretty pussy, so good it was just waiting to be ruined by a man like him. "I don't want to see your stupid tears..." He frowns, groans and moves you to lay on your stomach.

His moves are nothing close to gentle; they are aggressive and fast, your bell making noise every time his dick slammed back into your pussy, he smirks, "That bell is so cute.. I like it." Then, he moves even faster, wanting to hear more and more of the bell.

He's treating you like a sex toy. "You're so tight... So wet... You're turned on by this, aren't you? Dirty cow." "N-no—" "Yes, you are. You like this, don't you? You love a big, mean coyote like me, taking you by force." He teases you, his thrusts hard and hurting.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, little cow... I want you screaming my name." "I-I don't-I-" He scoffs, "You don't know my name? It's Graves. Graves is the man that is fucking' you." He pulls your tail, making you squeak and squeeze your walls against him.

He smirks, pulling your tail even more, making you cry more. Everything about this hurts, hurts so good... "Scream my name, stupid cow." "Graves! G-graves— ah!" "Good fuckin' girl, so cockdrunk, uh? Stupid cow, pathetic."

His moves start getting more and more out of rhythm, and that same warm liquid you felt on your mouth is now filling your pussy. He stimulates your little bundle of nerves, making you cum and squeeze around him once more without any effort. Without any ceremony, he pulls his cock out of your pussy and dresses himself up. Leaving you there on the ground, tired, cum dripping out of you...

Maybe you shouldn't have disobeyed Price.

Stupid cow.

I want to eat him but not in a vore way

extremely late-in-the-day daily König sketch😔💤I’m so sleepy

what if john's wife wasnt so into poly?

tw: murder and kidnapping, bloody

"don't ya remember what I said last time lovie?" all you can do it stare at the man who haunts you, wandering down the halls he should no longer have access to. Your breathing turns rapid as you peek the liquid red ribbons that begin to trickle down the wall.

"We can't let ya go, can't be without our girl, boys have been missin' ya". His voice is devoid of anything trace of emotion, you wondered if this was a mission to him. Your wide eyes are glued to the corpse, his feet at the corner of the bed and as he lifts you up it reveals more and more, you had held hope he'd still survive but that fire is soon put out, your heart dropping and bile builds as you see the aftermath. red liquid piles on the now saturated rug, stained pink.

He stops, instead of tucking you away or covering your eyes, he lets you see it, a warning, letting you soak the scene in and when you pull your eyes away from it, a harsh tug to your hair doesn't let you. he wants you to take in every blood splatter and grey matter smeared against the wall, your lover looks like a rotten mushroom, flesh hanging lose around where bone structure should be.

"not lookin' aye? I reckon I found his brain, surprise enough its not in his ass." his boot kicks the body revealing more cruelty.

"you didn't have to do this." your voice cracks and rasp, desperate to keep the tears at bay but it doesnt do anything good, soon tears slide down your cheeks, you body shudders as it chokes on sobs.

The bun you wore to bed is gathered in his fist, hes able to yank and tug as though he was a puppet master. After you've studied the now concave head and the too many to count stab wounds. His grip soon vanishes and you float out the room, tucked in his arms.

you feel like a traitor as you find yourself seeking out comfort, nestling into the neck of the man who just came into your home and murdered your 2nd chance at love.

"your suppose to be with us, lovie." there it is, the gruff, this hurts me more than it hurts you. "can't let ya think you can do this shit to me, im your husband, til death 'n all that shite, you made a vow to me."

"just count yer self lucky I didnt let simon do this, he was eager to get ya back." your stomach twists at the thought, you'd have to face them, simon was as loyal as a dog to price, you can only dread how his teeth will come down on you and tear you apart.

König was still getting used to office work; this wasn't his way of working. He would rather smack the shit out of someone instead of being sat in a desk for the whole day and dealing with paperwork.

Wearing a tie and suit wasn't his thing; he kind of missed the weight of the gear on his body and the uniform that was all sweaty and dirty by the end of the day.

But you, you make it less miserable. You were the one to make sure he was ready to go, his sweet wife that makes his life worth living and that he loves with all his heart.

You always enjoyed tying his tie before he went to work, and he always enjoyed watching you. It was so adorable seeing his sweet wife so focused, with your tongue peeking out of your lips and your brow furrowed (the way you tie isn't the greatest, but he won't tell you that; he loves you too much). And then giving him a little kiss before he goes to work.

Last night, he arrived late, and when he got home, you were already sleeping and dinner was cold. He had to heat it up in the microwave and eat without you, had to wash the dishes without you, had to shower without you, and just then, he could cuddle your warm, soft body. He wanted more; he was needier that night, but, maybe you had a bad day, were tired or something, he didn't want to wake you up, having to take care of himself alone in the bathroom. He never imagined he would ever do anything like that again after getting married, but, oh well, he doesn't want to bother his sweet wife, who was always so caring and loving.

In the morning, everything went as usual; you cooked him breakfast while he showered. Of course, he called you to help him with his tie, the innocent sweet thing you always did before saying goodbye. But he was restless, his leg shaking, breathing a little too heavily, and the hands on your waist a bit too tight.

Fuck it, you looked too irresistible helping him like that, looking too cute tying your husband's tie, tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed, hands slightly touching his chest.

All of a sudden, he picks you up and throws you in the bed, the bulge in his pants now looking a lot more obvious...

Let's just say you had to help him with his clothes again and that he was late to work.

Little Mermaid 🌊🐬

mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price

part 2!

!!warnings: fluff, uh...idk, mermaid x human? idk this is just cute, reader isn't fluent in english. F!reader, use of Y/N. Invented mermaid language, any resemblance to a real language is purely coincidental.

English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes

John Price was a successful sailor, always had the best fishes and had a big boat in the best conditions, he lived near the sea in a house made of wood, a cozy place near where his boat was embarked.

Price was counting the money he had made that week with the fish sellings while smoking a cigar when he hears a melody coming from outside his house. It was hypnotizing, probably the best melody he had heard in a while but he's also in alert, who would be singing near his house late at night? He goes outside, a pistol on his hand for protection.

He sees a figure sitting on a rock, brushing it's hair with it's fingers while singing. He gets closer and notices... It had no legs, was he going crazy? Was the age finally hitting?

Whoever it was, notices Price staring, shocked and, at the same time, amazed and...it jumps into the water. Price, getting out of the trance, rushes to the ocean.

"Oi! You are going to drown!" He says, the water was from the ocean at that time of night it was cold and the tide was choppy. He runs into the water but...he doesn't see anyone, he looks around, left and right but...it disappeared?

But, when Price less expected, a head sticks out of the water, looking at him, curious but at the same time a bit scared. He sighs in relief but he frowns slightly.

"Who're you and what are you doing here?!" He says, accusingly, pointing at the person at the water.

"..." You doesn't answer, scared and not quite understanding what he is saying but at the same time curious.

Price gets even angrier. "Who. Are. You?!" He says, practically yelling. You flinches.

"Y/N! My name Y/N!" You says. You understood the basic English but didn't know how to speak clearly.

Price's expression softens and he takes a deep breath. "Do you speak English?" You nods a bit shyly, knowing it's not fully true. "Good... What are you?" He asks, frowning again, "You don't seems human." He crosses his arms.

He gets closer and stretches his hand, wanting to help whatever you were to get out of the water, you flinches slightly and his expression softens. "I'm not going to hurt you, I mean no harm." He says with a softer tone.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and he drags you closer, making half of your body sticks out of the water. That's when he notices, your fingers webbed, the web having a soft slightly transparent blue color, your nose and cheeks that had a blue blush and most importantly, the conchs and algae as straps that covered your breasts. You certainly weren't human.

"What are you?" He asks again, more to himself than to you. You frowns slightly and says 'what' in your mermaid language, making him answer to that with another "What?"

You two spend a few minutes in silence, confused and curious about each other, only the sounds of the sea filling both of yours ears, an awkward silence...

"Are you...a mermaid? Like...half fish, half human? Like the fairytale?" Price asks, feeling a bit embarrassed by how ridiculous that question sounds. You nods, understanding the fish and human part, you were, indeed a mermaid but didn't know that humans called your species mermaid, for you, you were just a simple kwauz (mermaid).

"You're a mermaid, so how do you know English? How are you understanding me?" Price asks, confused and amused. "Me English... drowned library!" You says, trying your best to explain the situation.

You had discovered a drowned library from a ancient english civilization while exploring the ocean, it was full of books and you studied English by the books but, of course, you weren't fluent.

"You learned English by a drowned library?" He chuckles softly, you nods, smiling slightly. It was hard to see each other's face because of the lack of light in the night but he could tell you were smiling so he smiles too.

"I've never seem a mermaid before, is there more of mermaids like you in the ocean?" He asks, kneeling down to be at your level, letting go of your arm, not caring if his clothes get wet. You nods. "Where are you from, mermaid?" He asks with a softer tone, looking at you. "Hydralis! Uh...Hydralis is...between Pavlopetri and Sublima!" You says, your broken english and thick mermaid accent making him chuckle., finding it cute how you tries to explain to him. "Oh yeah, my name is John Price by the way, I'm from England." He notices your eyes sparkling a bit and you get closer, a bigger smile on your face. "England? Me have uh... Read about England!! In history.. books! Y-you like tea?" You asks, making a little pauses betweens words to remember how to speak English.

Price giggles heartly, finding you expression and question adorable, a mermaid interest in England? How cute. "Yeah, i love tea, do you like tea?" He asks quite sarcastically, being fully aware she couldn't drink tea in the ocean, you shakes your head, not understanding the sarcasm and that he was just joking. He chuckles, finding your unaware of his human's sarcasm quite charming. "Can i see your tail?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nods and swims to the rock and sits on it, giving him a good look of your tail.

It is a beautiful light blue with some white scales, it has a natural sparkle on it, making it glow on the night, he also gets a better look on your skin. It was (your skin color) with the extremities colored with a blue color. Your elbows, ears, shoulders being blue. Your hair was a beautiful (your hair color) that had waves on it, like the ocean, your (eyes color) eyes captivating and your slightly blue lips also catching his attention. You were a beautiful thing to be seem, for sure.

Before he could say something, a voice is heard.

"Captain! JOHN!" It was one of his crewmates. You, scared, jumps into the water and swims away. "Hey! No, don't go!" Price tries to stop you but you had disappeared in the great ocean.

His crewmate finally finds him. "Captain! There is a bunch of rats eating our stock of food and our cats aren't doing anything! Help us!!" He yells. Price sighs in frustration. "I'm coming!" He says and the guy nods, walking back to the storage, to try to stop the rats. Price takes a last look at the ocean before rushing to the storage.

Maybe, another day, he would see you again...

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If this goes well I'll do a part two!!!

Loser!König hires sex workers to get him off and take his virginity because no woman would dare step too close to a sickening and freakish bastard like König.

He claims that the reason women fear a man like him is because of the sheer size of him, how they already know that having sex with him would be nothing more than pure agony. He towers above most people, standing at almost seven-feet. In reality, it's a mixture of König's nature and personality that truly terrifies people.

He's incredibly socially awkward. He can't hold a conversation for the life of him, as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead, avoiding eye contact with you to save himself a slither of embarrassment as he stumbles and stutters over his words helplessly, the thought of crawling into a hole sounding appetising and reasonable. He can feel their judgemental and curious gaze wander his body, looking for something to criticise, a question about his height usually, causing him to recoil and groan at the familiar, arrogant remark.

It doesn't help that König can't tell the difference between a friendly and appropriate conversation and flirting. A woman is speaking to him? Well, clearly she needs to be dicked down. There's no other reason for a woman to talk to him, even if you're just trying to do your job...

He has had sex workers back out of their job just at the sight of him. There's a reason he doesn't mention his size beforehand, hoping someone will look at his flushed, unsightly, and humiliated face that only a mother could adore and pity him. Please, empathise with him! Just touch his brute chest, and he'll come in his boxers. Practice making out with him and realise how truly disgusting and horrible he is, how he can't properly kiss and bites your bottom lip with his sharp, pearly teeth accidentally, apologising profusely through gasps and heavy breathing.

Just hold his hand and look at him lovingly, pretend you find him attractive, and he'll tip you hundreds for your generosity, for doing charity work...