Imagine a Virgin! Reader thinking she outsmarted König by saying “I’m waiting till marriage” so he has a mock wedding in the basement 😭 imagine he kidnapped a priest to do the vows aswell.

In this whole situation, you mostly feel bad for the priest. Honestly, he just drew the worst possible card of being available in town next to Konig's dwelling and not being that cool type of priest who carries a gun. Konig kidnapped him, using the same method as you - and now there are two people stuck in his basement, but only one coming out alive. And fucked, thoroughly. It's kinda your fault - you said that you will never agree to sex before marriage and that you're too pure and innocent to even think about kisses without a wedding band. Konig loves you, obsesses with you - and he appreciates just how pure you are. Compared to his jaded position and cynicism, you're a pretty flower growing in the desert. Konig's heart was broken far too many times, and his years in the military didn't help with being a nice guy either - so, he appreciates his future wife being a faithful woman who values her innocence. Still, he doesn't appreciate it enough for a normal wedding. At least he has some sense in him, not fucking you in front of the priest. Konig drags you to the bedroom in the dumb white dress that he brought specifically for you - it's drenched in blood already since the basement isn't the cleanest place in the house, but he doesn't care. You look good in red. Too good, maybe. Good enough that Konig forces you to get on your back and kneads your ass before lapping at your cunt like a mad dog. He waited for this too long - a few weeks already, when he still thought your resolve could be broken easily. He's glad he waited - the sight of you trembling and crying under him is beyond divine. He wants you, he needs you, and he is so glad he can finally sink into your pussy, feeling your innocence slowly shattering under him. You can cry all you want, maybe loud enough for the priest in the basement to hear - but you can't escape him. Soon he will make you cry and squirm on his cock, moaning from pleasure - and soon you will beg for him to do his husband duties every night, while he is not busy with his other victims.

Late Night With The Devil, 2024.

MANHATTAN .

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Wayne Doba in The Funhouse (1981)

billy lenz

Bro how the fuck do you blend bro

But also I think I've had a break-through

You and Micheal have been together for a few years now. He knows your scared of storms. He doesn't fully get it, but he understands. He may not be the most affectionate guy, but he stays with you and helps any way he can/that you want him to. It's Halloween, and you've seen the forecast for the night. You know it's going to storm, pretty bad, and it worries you. Micheal always goes out on Halloween, always. So your preparing to be alone for a storm for the first time in years. You're filled with dread, but you don't want to be a burden. You go downstairs to tell him goodbye and wish him well, only to find him building a little nest of blankets in your reading nook.

"What are you doing love? Aren't you going out." He turns around and just stares for a second before nodding to the TV. The news was currently on the weather forecast for the night. You walk over to him and gently place your hand over the one he was holding a blanket it.

"You don't have to do that, I know you have a lot to do to get ready." He just grunts before turning and going back to what he was doing. You sigh and watch him for a little bit, thinking he'll finish soon and go to get ready, but he just moves around collecting things for the nest.

Finally, he stops, steps back, and looks at it before nodding in approval. You think that he's going to get ready and go out, but he just turns and starts heading to the kitchen. You follow him, curious but also slightly worried.

"Aren't you going to be late? I know you look forward to this all year." He doesn't even acknowledge you as he grabs Snacks and some water bottles. He turns to walk out and you block the entrance.

"I love you, and this is very sweet, but its ok. Really. I don't want to be a bother. You should be getting ready to go out, not wasting time dealing with me and my irrational fear." He just sighs and puts the snacks down on the counter before walking over to you. You look at him curiously, and he just picks you up and carries you back to the living room before sitting in the little nest with you in his lap. He lets go of you just long enough to wrap you in a blanket before pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you.

It's such a sweet gesture. He's willing to give up his favorite thing that only comes around once a year just to stay with you and comfort you. You start quietly crying. You feel guilty, selfish, but incredibly loved and grateful. He just gently rubs your back and rests his head on yours.

You stay like that all night. When the storm finally starts, he pulls you closer and whispers out in his raspy voice. "It's ok". It's enough to make you blush, then the booming thunder ruins the moment and you flinch against him. He kisses the top of your head (it's really more like he just rests his lips against you for a second but we love out awkward boy). You take out your phone and start playing quiet music before turning around so your facing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and snuggles against him. He settles his arms around your waist and just holds you until you fall asleep.

You don't wake up until the sun's shining through the window onto the two of you. You look up to see him already watching you. As always, his expression is unreadable, but he looks stunning with the morning light washing over him. He's like a work of art. You're filled with so much love when you realize he had stayed all night, completely giving up his yearly outing, for you. You lean up and kiss his forehead and the tip of his nose before whispering a little 'I love you' and burying your face in his neck.

You don't see it, but there's the slightest hint of a smile on his face and a distinct shine in his eyes. He readjusts the blanket on you and wraps his arms around you a little tighter. You fall back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the birds chirping, the warm sunlight and comfortable weight of his arms like the most comfortable blanket imaginable.

The Flayed Angel (circa 1749)

— by Jacques Fabien Gautier d’Agoty

he's ready for the barbie movie. 💗🔪

No one lathers their tits like women in a horror movie. If you're in a slasher you gotta spend 15 minutes washing each breast.

Virgin!Reader who was about to have their first experience with their boyfriend before being stopped by Slasher!Konig

So sweet, so precious. It was a romantic getaway - you and your asshole of a boyfriend finally getting it on in a cabin deep in the wilderness. It was supposed to be a romantic moment, something to remember - how your boyfriend finally listened to you pleas to be romantic and cute instead of a generic fuckboy he was before. It was supposed to be romantic, and it was - with him getting you on the bed, wrapped in soft sheets, finally relaxing... Then a knife plunging into your boyfriend's chest. Now, usually Konig likes to kill couples in the middle of the act, or straight after. Maybe give a good chase after the boyfriend as his slutty girl is bleeding out in the lover's nest. Maybe make the girlfriend plead for mercy as he prepares to snap her neck. He didn't consider himself much of a voyeur, so when he saw you and your boyfriend not quite there yet, he almost decided to leave for a moment and find some other poor tourist to guy...and then you opened your mouth. It wasn't a normal slutty couple fucking in his woods. You were sweet, innocent virgin, pressured by your fucking boyfriend to finally get to the deed, and your boyfriend was an asshole who deserved to be punished for pressuring such a sweet girl into anything. Konig never thought of himself as the fighter of justice, but he knows that a sweet, precious thing like you deserves better...and he will give you this, as much as you might not want something like this. Konig is absolutely terrifying, but you obey him - out of fear, of course, not wanting him to just guy you with his knife, you obediently allow him to drag you to his house instead. Putting you on a soft sheet again, getting a pillow under your thighs. Chaining you up to a bedpost because he had to wash away the blood of your boyfriend from his body - as much as he wanted to fuck you here and there, he didn't want any part of your asshole now-ex to touch you...and he also hoped that you'd last longer as his pretty wife, so he needed something that wouldn't make you catch a disease so early... You already wanted to lose your virginity...so you shouldn't really be mad that Konig is the one to take it, right?

⚔️ — no. better luck next time!

💉 — you bled out after being stabbed by the killer ): rip

🪓 — congrats. you’re the final girl!

🔪 — the killer gutted you like a fish

⛓️ — you’re the killer and you killed everyone :) congrats?

🪦 — you survived but the killer has driven you to insanity

You only gotta worry about one thing.