#lawful Evil

cr:chaiinsawmen

The morning after

The room was dim, lit by soft golden rays from the sun peeking through the sheer curtains. You stirred, shifting slightly beneath the sheets. Your limbs tangled with König’s, your back pressed to his chest. Your bodies, still bare from the night before. You smiled when you felt the weight of his arm tighten around you. You noticed the subtle shift in his breathing, the press of his hand against the curve of your hip.

He was already awake.

You adjusted your head to look up at him. He was already gazing at you, lids heavy with sleep or desire. It was hard to tell.

“Guten Morgen…” König said, his voice low and rough.

His voice was thick with something darker. Something akin to wanting, deep and unfiltered. Your skin prickled under the sound of it. You bit your bottom lip and hummed softly as you stretched, deliberately arching just enough for your hips to press back into him. You felt him react instantly. The velvety soft skin of his hard cock rubbed between the cleft of your backside.

He didn’t wait for you to fully respond. He rolled you onto your stomach with practiced ease, large hands spreading across your lower back, pinning you there like he needed to feel the weight of you under him again. His mouth trailed down your spine and over your shoulders, a mixture of kisses and low groans, before he pulled your hips up and back.

You sighed happily as you moved up with his grip.

You braced herself on your forearms, your breath catching as König aligned the head of his cock at your weeping pussy. The first thrust was slow and deep, but there was nothing gentle about the grip of his hands on your waist. He set a pace that was intense. Each motion was rough, deliberate, and demanding. 

Igniting a fervent symphony of moans and sighs.

You cried out, not from pain but from the sheer overwhelming sensation. Your fingers dug into the sheets. König leaned over you, his mouth hot against your ear, whispering praises in broken German and sloppy English.

Then, he came to a lazy stop, pulling out of you so slowly that it made you whine. Protesting the emptiness he left behind. 

He chuckled deeply, “So needy…”

Then, he shifted you again, turning you to face him and lifted you up so you were straddling his lap. Now, his back pressed firmly against the headboard. Your knees on either side of his hips as he notched himself again to your soaking wet cunt.

You had a lovely view of his expression as he watched his cock pushing into you. His teeth biting his bottom lip as he groaned. His eyes, still heavy. You were no better. Your breath, leaving you in shuddered gasps as you seated yourself fully onto his hips.

His hands roamed over your body, palms rough against your thighs as they traced up your stomach and your back. His mouth found one of your breasts. His teeth kissing and nipping at the sensitive underside, then working up to your nipple. 

You arched into his mouth. Nails scraping his scalp and grabbing his hair, pushing him further into your chest. Rocking your hips in a tantalizing slow way. Your clit throbbing as you dragged against him in long, languid strokes.

König groaned out, “Scheiße”

His forehead settled in the valley of your breasts as his hands went to the meat of your hips. Grabbing at them hard enough to hurt. You clenched around him involuntarily.Then, there was nothing slow about his movements. It was messy. Intense. Unapologetic.

One of your hands grabbed the headboard and the other made a feeble grasp at his shoulders as his hips slammed into yours. He continued his relentless barrage on your cunt. His pace never faulted. Soon enough, your legs shook with your release as your mouth opened wide on a soundless gasp.

With his face still buried in your chest, he stilled. His hands, still forcing your hips down. Keeping you in place as he spilled himself into you with a long, breathy groan.

You couldn’t help but go limp in his arms. Head lolling back as you failed to keep a solid grip on his sweaty shoulders. His hands slid up your back and he adjusted his legs to keep you upright. 

König whispered, “So sehe ich Dich gerne." While kissing a trail up to your collarbone. His mouth opened wide to softly bite into your neck.

As you started to come back to reality, you heard him say, “Time for round two, mein liebling.”

First rule of Dekubowl: don’t talk about Dekubowl

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Im crying 😭 this is sooooo good!

Oh lord have mercy on my soul! Your art is so beautiful!

I'm glad you came over to Tumblr. I too am a lover of Price. He is...a treat. A man of quality.

I also love Konig. I'm curious, have you ever tried drawing him, with or without the mask? In cannon, we don't have confirmation of what he looks like, but other artists have made their own designs. The way Bluegiragi does him, is *chefs kiss*.

No pressure, if that's not a character you intend to draw, then I dont want to push you towards it.

If you keep posting nothing but Price, I will not be complaining.

Thank you sm! 💖💖 I agree with your statements on price.

When it comes to Konig... well I don't have much interest in him ngl. I'm only really invested in tf141 and lightly informed about characters they interact with.

That being said....

Here's my take on Konig just for ya :) (a bit lazy w the details)

I really don't mind requests of other characters, I will doodle them or do my take on their faces if they're wearing masks. I've been enjoying studying faces lately so this is fun ^^

But don't expect anymore content (or anything consistent) of them beyond that ✋🤚

You know what? After the phone call that sounds like the most perfect day to me! I’m glad your fic is almost done too! Were you writing for a character you’ve never written before?! - 💐

Yes, I’m writing for Bakugo. I have honestly never had a huge interest in him. I like the growth in his character development, but he was never my favorite. However, it’s always good to expand one’s horizons.

Tips for Writing a Difficult Scene

Every writer inevitably gets to that scene that just doesn't want to work. It doesn't flow, no matter how hard you try. Well, here are some things to try to get out of that rut:

1. Change the weather

I know this doesn't sound like it'll make much of a difference, but trust me when I say it does.

Every single time I've tried this, it worked and the scene flowed magically.

2. Change the POV

If your book has multiple POV characters, it might be a good idea to switch the scene to another character's perspective.

9/10 times, this will make the scene flow better.

3. Start the scene earlier/later

Oftentimes, a scene just doesn't work because you're not starting in the right place.

Perhaps you're starting too late and giving too little context. Perhaps some description or character introspection is needed before you dive in.

Alternatively, you may be taking too long to get to the actual point of the scene. Would it help to dive straight into the action without much ado?

4. Write only the dialogue

If your scene involves dialogue, it can help immensely to write only the spoken words the first time round.

It's even better if you highlight different characters' speech in different colors.

Then, later on, you can go back and fill in the dialogue tags, description etc.

5. Fuck it and use a placeholder

If nothing works, it's time to move on.

Rather than perpetually getting stuck on that one scene, use a placeholder. Something like: [they escape somehow] or [big emotional talk].

And then continue with the draft.

This'll help you keep momentum and, maybe, make the scene easier to write later on once you have a better grasp on the plot and characters.

Trust me, I do this all the time.

It can take some practice to get past your Type A brain screaming at you, but it's worth it.

So, those are some things to try when a scene is being difficult. I hope that these tips help :)

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I’m screaming!!