#call of duty soap

[gazstations]

Just a quick little fluffy blurb because I have baby fever and I love Johnny.

WARNINGS: NONE. Pure fluff.

“Aye, look at ye! Kickin’ your wee legs. Reckon we can teach ya tae swim!”

The salty air was filled by the sounds of your husband. Ocean air warned your skin as you padded along the boat to get to where Johnny hunched over the back of the boat. His tanned skin glowed under the soft sunlight, mohawk flattened down by water from his swim just moments ago.

Your 9 month old was perched in her father's arms, chubby legs kicking below her as Johnny carefully lowered her towards the water. She squealed when the water licked at her tiny toes, a gummy smile on full display.

“Ye like tha’?” Johnny asked contently.

He had a good grip on her. You weren’t worried in the slightest. Johnny was perfect with your little one. Doting, loving, gentle. You never understood where you found him. He just manifested into your life one day and stayed.

Isla was her father in every way–appearance wise. Big blue eyes, chubby cheeks that rose when she smiled or giggled, brown hair. At first, you found that unfair, considering you were the one that gave her life and changed your body for her. Yet, when you watched her mannerisms, all you saw was you.

She was the perfect blend between the both of you. A gift you always wanted, but never knew you would get. Sometimes, it was hard to believe this life was real. Until you felt the gentle warmth of your husband’s body, or felt your baby sag into your arms with content.

Johnny was retired now. Choosing your family over war-torn environments and the constant ache of having too much weight on his shoulders. What really sealed the deal was watching a man die right in front of him. He shoved an old, scuffed up Polaroid into Johnny's hands and begged for him to deliver it back to his family. The man had a little baby, wife expecting another.

That was enough to undo him. Filed the paperwork as fast as he could and came home to you. Had you carrying his little one in no time.

You watched him relish in the early morning food wails from Isla, a little pep in his gait as he wandered over to her without fail every time. You never had to get up most mornings. Just had to sit up, your back resting against the headboard, and feed Isla once she was brought to you.

The whole time, Johnny was there. He never switched to sleeping in and bumming about now that he was without strict regulations. He woke up bright and early all the time, ready to hit the ground running.

He was a godsend, really.

The boating trip had been your idea. It was a hot week, and the lake sounded nice. Johnny borrowed his family's boat and packed you and the little one up. You learned that when you had an idea, Johnny ran with it. Even if you were joking half of the time.

He would not rest.

"You're burning," you announced as you step closer to Johnny and Isla. The baby cooed as she saw you, big blue eyes brightening even more. She swung her hand out, trying to reach for you.

"Not a true summer until ye're burnin', doe," Johnny quipped back as you felt along his back. It was hot to the touch and reddened underneath the golden glow.

He turned around and gathered you in one arm, adjusting Isla to fit against his side. He squeezed at the flesh of your hip, humming softly as he stepped back into the complete safety of the boat.

"Should put on some tunes," he declared. "Gotta teach the wee lamb 'ow tae party."

Isla was handed to you fully, and you were familiarized with the extra weight. You supported her squirming body as she tried to get back to her father.

"I've become chopped liver in this family," you mused as Isla whined. If she could speak, she'd probably be using that to her advantage to get Johnny's attention.

He was fiddling with a speaker as you watched his arms flex as he just simply moved. Even after leaving, he kept his physique, and you loved it. You always loved how well he took care of himself.

"Nah, ye're the top," Johnny replied. "She only likes meh 'cause ah got somethin' she thinks she can chew on."

"Don't make her sound like a dog," you complained lightly.

Johnny chuckled. He came back over to the both of you, leaning in close to kiss the wispy hair on Isla's head. Then he curled an arm around your body and squeezed you ass greedily.

You pouted, "Don't I get a kiss as well?"

Johnny grinned. He leaned down to kiss you, pleased noise rumbling in his throat. He pulled away and pushed his forehead against yours until all you felt was his warm breath against your face.

"Aye, doe. Kisses fer both mah girls."

[laceymorganwrites]

Poly TF141 part 1

Poly!TF141 but it all starts with Simon and his wife

Simon´s wife is someone that just comes up all the time, Simon won´t stop talking about her no matter what. And honestly it makes sense, because TF141 is his family, they´re his brothers, he trusts them with his life and over the years of working and living together and especially after the others opened up to him, he finally feels safe enough to open up as well, he tells them about the only person who is keeping him sane. and not only that but happy. actually happy. everyone is shocked to find out he´s married. and not only that but for almost ten years now. he is just a master at keeping work and private life seperate. that is until his work life turns into his private life as well. because they´ve long since breached that line. it´s obvious with the lingering touches, Johnny´s good morning texts, the way Simon ruffles his hair so naturally at this point, Gaz and Price´s precious shared morning routine, Gaz treating Simon´s wounds, Price´s praise for his soldier feeling a lot more personal now. it all just happens but before anything happens too fast for him, he feels the need to tell his wife. of course she knows already since Simon tells her everything and she´s never once minded the attention he´s gotten from his teammates. he trusts them and so does she. she never once interfered with his work life, knowing it wasn´t her place and that Simon would always come back to her. and he does. his wife is the most important person in the world to him. and everyone knows that too. so when his feelings start becoming too much, when he doesn´t know what to make of it all he starts talking about her more than he did before, eventually leading Price to suggest her coming over on their next off time. they remain on base like usual, everyone´s excited but also kind of nervous. everyone pictures Simon´s wife differently. Price thinks it´s a high school sweethearts situation, Gaz thinks it´s teen pregnancy, Soap calls someone from the field. everyone agrees that is has to be someone shy and sweet, someone Simon can take care of and someone who can handle his roughness. they couldn´t be more wrong.

when she arrives there´s an air of authority around her that´s hard to miss. it even has Price cock an eyebrow. it´s not often someone like that appears. a woman who demands attention without even so much as blinking. Simon is by her side immediately, towering over her but looking like a small child the way he is reaching out for her hand. it´s obvious at first glance. the way she smiles up at him, the silent praise and reassurance in her glance, the gentle tap of her hand against his arm. she´s his anchor. they exchange a few words and Soap swears he sees Simon smile underneath that mask, he´s never seen his Lieutenant look so...soft. and it unlocks something in him. Johnny´s always been eager to please but in this moment he battles between wanting to be the one taking care of Simon or wanting his wife to take care of him. she just looks so capable, so beautiful, but then again he´s always had a thing for older women. she couldn´t have been more than four years older than Simon himself, but that alone was enough for him to affirm the dynamics playing out in front of him. everyone else noticed too. Gaz, unable to hide his smirk, just happy and proud of Simon for finding her. Price eventually comes out of his daze and invites her inside, stumbling over his words the way he hadn´t since the first time he´s been with an older woman. Soap catches it and gives him a smirk. Simon introduces you officially and suddenly there is no more work and private life. there´s just Simon. Simon who´s surrounded by everyone he loves, by everyone he can be himself around, without any walls or defenses. Simon whose voice is so fucking soft when talking about his wife, how proud he sounds when talking about how they met and how he was the one to approach her first. how scared he was, how nervous. but he just knew he had to know her. they were neighbors, back when Simon still worked closer to home. she always had a meal ready for him whenever he came back from a mission. she did his laundry for him when he was on leave. they watched movies together, she was the first person to ever make him laugh. it was scary to him how fast he fell in love, never thinking he could in the first place. but with her it´s so easy. sex too. he never knew he could actually find enjoyment in it, or want it in the first place. but with her there´s this need to just make her feel good. and make her proud. and let her make him feel good too. anything for her. she teaches him so much about himself. Simon never knew he was a sub, never gave it much thought. never knew he needed that dynamic, never knew how bad he needed a mommy until he found the perfect one. they moved in together quickly since Simon mostly stayed at her place anyway, he was the one to propose. both of them cried so much on their wedding day they could barely make it through the vows. and after so many years together it´s only natural to know each other inside and out. you need each other like air.

Simon never knew he was capable of loving someone so much. he never knew he could love more than one person at the same time. his wife helped him name the feelings he was getting for his teammates, for his captain. helped him fight the guilt and work with him towards acceptance. when she sits down with them all everyone is mesmerised, just hanging by every word she says. it´s never been so quiet on base. her being here makes everything make sense. and everyone just knows, she has to stay. she puts everything into perspective. she thanks the boys for taking care of her baby, how much it means to her and to him. how she can see the way Simon feels so safe and at home here and how happy it makes her. they talk for hours about what this all means and finally adresss the simmering feelings and attractions for each other, because with her here there´s no shame in it, and they are so glad that she doesn´t mind the attention her husband is getting. she encourages it. she wants him to explore these new feelings. it´s a lot to take in all at once and it should be overwhelming but it´s not.

"It´s okay, mommy´s here now"

her voice is so sweet, the men addicted to the sound of it already. it´s hard to say who melts first, Price or Johnny. Gaz just knows things are about to get a whole lot more interesting around base

[str3ssb3rry]

more cod doodles <33

these can be used as matching pfps if you’d like! but please credit me :D

i apologise again if i made them look weird im not used to drawing them yet </3

[kanescrochet]

Two out of Three

Johnny soap mactavish ×Reader

Soaps p.o.v. (trying something new)

Based on The Gaa the Ska and the Ra by The 2 johnnies because I've been obsessed with it lately

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I met her above in college, Dublin city. I was doing a short stint, training Irish rangers on a joint-exchange, killing time in the pubs after drills, when she walked in wearing some loose jersey and a grin like sin. Said she was studying Arts or History—or something she immediately dismissed as “pure shite” between sips of Guinness.

“You hungry?” I asked, already halfway smitten.

“Only for pints,” she said, nodding toward Camden Street.

And Jesus, she was pure sound.

Gorgeous. Curvy. Loud in all the best ways.

She wore that freshers jersey like it was designer. Hair tied up. Eyes sharper than my K-bar. The second she got up on the bar in Fibber’s, belted out The Rattlin’ Bog with the whole crowd banging tables, I knew I was a goner.

“I’ll tell you something about me,” she slurred into my ear that night. “Don’t judge my family, right?”

“No judgement here,” I laughed.

“Everyone’s people are half mad,” she added, winking.

I didn’t realise until much later how literal she meant that.

Turns out she liked the GAA, the ska—and her da was in the feckin’ Ra.

Big scary bastard from South Armagh. Tattoo of a harp on one arm and the scars of the Troubles on the other. The type of man who looked like he could smell a Brit off ya from a kilometre away. And aye, I am Scottish, but he still gave me the look. That look. The ‘you’ll disappear into a bog and no one’ll find your teeth’ kind of look.

“Soap,” she whispered one night in bed, half-laughing, “my da used to smuggle diesel and once hid a man in the shed for two weeks.”

I laughed. She didn’t.

I met him properly on a Friday evening. He was in the garden, washing what I pray was diesel, under a massive Irish flag like we were back in ‘75.

“So,” he said, arms folded, fag hanging out his mouth, “what’re your intentions with my daughter?”

My mouth went dry.

“Uh… marriage?”

He blinked. “Good lad.”

That night, when she took off her bra, all I could think about was her da.

Soft hands, perfect lips—and the looming image of that balaclava-wearing brute with the diesel hose.

I didn’t get the horn.

I got fear.

She warned me again later. “Don’t mess with me, boy. I’m from up North. I’ve seen lads like you. Heard all the lines. You think a tight shirt and a buzz cut’ll get you in my knickers?”

“Hasn’t failed me yet.”

She rolled her eyes. “We’ll see.”

Turns out, it worked.

Eventually. After about ten pints and me singing Galway Girl like a gobshite.

We got married in a little chapel in Ardee. Half the guests looked like they were on a watchlist. A few eyes followed me a bit too closely, and someone handed me a knife as a wedding gift. We danced to The Pogues, and she made me promise two things: never talk politics with her da, and never slag off the Dubs.

Now I help her da chop wood in the shed.

We don’t talk about the past.

We don’t talk about the flag.

We definitely don’t talk about who he voted for.

She still likes the GAA, the ska—and her da’s still probably in the feckin’ Ra.

But God help me, she’s the girl of my dreams.

And two outta three ain’t bad.

[ramerooni]

Dirty Soap

[sicilina-silicone]

i might get shit for this (lol) but am i the only one who thinks soap (and by extension his actor) looks somewhat like zac efron? 😅😳

[toomanywordsnllines]

Going through the requests I've recieved, and starting with some kisses <3

These were really fun to do and amazing for my creative brain juices

[konigsblog]

P!LINK COD MWII MASTERLIST (🌽)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. STRICTLY 18+. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

BEWARE: DARKER THEMES BELOW.

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KÖNIG

somnophilia with pervert!könig

taking kidnapper!könig for the first time

size difference with petite!reader and könig

“just the tip, könig.” with loser!könig

loser!könig who loses control (breeding kink)

being groped by kidnapper!könig (hole inspection)

forced breeding with pervert!könig

hope inspection with older boyfriend!könig

virginity loss with könig (virgin!reader)

letting virgin!könig use your body (virginity loss)

raped and recorded by könig

entertainment for kidnapper!könig (non-con)

raped in public by rapist!könig

incel!könig making porn for his online girlfriend

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)

relaxing simon riley with your pussy

‘obedience’ with simon riley

stepbrother!simon riley and his best friends

humping your stepfather's bulge

car sex with stepbro!simon riley

rough dom!simon riley and his fuck doll

being manhandled by your stepbrother

raped by kidnapper!simon

being filled by simon riley (breeding kink)

hole inspection with simon riley

cock worship with older boyfriend!simon

rough dom!simon x brat!reader (brat taming)

punishments with stepfather!simon

having your attitude fixed by your lieutenant

semi-clothed sex with pervert!simon

raped for intel by lieutenant!simon

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)

“just the tip, i promise.” with stepbro!soap

your needy stepbro attempting to distract you

rough dom!stepbro!soap punishing you

playful!stepbro!soap and his virgin stepsister virginity loss

stepbro!soap eating you out

cuddling fucking with stepbro!soap

drunken sex with loser!soap

“fuck, don’t stop, bonnie...” handjobs with soap

being fingered by stepbro!soap

mutual masturbation with soap

stepson!soap with stepmom!reader

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

shower sex with pervert!gaz

the type of videos gym bro!gaz sends you

riding gaz in your new lingerie

the result of getting high with stepbro!gaz

having your insides rearranged by gaz

riding gaz for the first time

“don’t pull out!” with pervert!gaz

sucking off gaz for the first time (inexperienced!reader)

letting virgin!gaz play with your cunt while you're high

treating soft!gaz to a handjob after his deployment

virgin!reader fucking themselves back on gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

being eaten out by john price (1)

being eaten out by john price (2)

morning sex with older boyfriend!price

spit play with older boyfriend!price

morning sex with sugar daddy!price

being eaten out by sugar daddy!price

manhandled by price

making out with price

stepdad!price and his slutty, daft stepdaughter

[syofrelief]

soap who's got a little crush in the intel office

Soap, who isn't processing a word out of your mouth as you explain the complicated geometrics of this base, how normal detonations wouldn't would because of something longwinded and boring but goddamn if you didn't have the cutest face he'd seen in a while.

Soap, who sheepishly had to walk his distracted ass back to your office to ask if you could please jus' explain it one more time, i wasnae payin' any attention last time, muttering an excuse about a migraine. You didn't say anything about the demolitions expert being distracted at a demolitions debrief, welcoming him in with an eye roll.

Soap, who'd get distracted every meeting going forward if you could pull him into your office, sit so close he could smell your shampoo, and explain to him patiently the objective and geography and the coordinates and hell, you could explain year 8 geometry and he'd hang on every word. Your office was nice, cool and cozy. He didn't like group debriefs; he needed to stand up and pace or fidget with his velcro vest, or ask too many questions than Price thought appropriate.

But you used better explanations, sat through his often stuttered questions, and let him play with the pencil holder on your desk while you spoke.

Ghost had taken to finding him there in moments of downtime, listening doe-eyed to you murmur about a mission that didn't even belong to them. He snorted. Soap darted to his feet, stumbling over the rug.

"I...I was..." he gestured vaguely, neck purpling with embarrassment. You swiveled in your chair, grinning.

"Hi, Lieutenant," you greeted Simon, waving pleasantly. "Johnny just wanted some alone time."

Soap gaped at you because that's how you decided to phrase that?? In front of his LT?

Not even addressing the elephant in Simon's mind - Johnny. You called him Johnny.

"Price needs ya," Ghost said gruffly, disappearing down the hall.

Your cackling echoed in Soap's ears as he followed grumpily. "Sweet boy," you murmured, going back to your notes.

It was another late night of Soap's pestering. Please, bonnie, jus' need ye to explain tha' again, my ears, ye ken, all screwy from the bombs n' shite. You raised your eyebrows, surprised that, again, a detonations expert needed review on C4 placement for a relatively low-stakes assignment.

He was sitting too close again, knee brushing yours. The low lamplight shone in his dilated eyes, baby blues wide with adoration. The overt affection in his gaze made your cheeks burn a bit, until you noticed the circles growing beneath them. Soap was exhausted; the lines of his stout shoulders sagging into your cushy armchair.

"Johnny," you said when he asked another frantically inane question. He clamped his mouth shut at your tone, hands yanking on the pockets of his pants. You chose your words carefully.

"Are you sleeping?"

He blinked. "Eh? I'm- what sorta question- Yeah. Course," he blustered, puffing up a bit.

Your chin tilted. "Y'sure?"

Johnny nodded, but you saw the falter in his gaze. The bags were prominent now. Deep purple beneath his dark lashes.

"Why don't you head off to bed," you said quietly. "It's late. You've got early rollout tomorrow." You handed him a manila folder of notes to review and a tired smile. He stood quietly, head heavy with a sorrow you hadn't seen before.

You didn't see him for a while after that. It made you a lot more productive without the nagging or constant whassat? whassat? whassat? aimed at every piece of intel you had spread on your desk. But the armchair looked lonely, and you missed his cheeky teasing.

A knock startled you from your pondering. Eyes flicking to the clock - 1:00 - you frowned, opening the door a sliver.

A mountain of grime and sweat pulled you into a hug, muffling your surprised squawk.

"Johnny?"

He sluggishly dragged you into your office, finally releasing you when the door was shut. You struggled to regain your footing. Head reeling, you scaned him for injury. But...he was in pajamas?

"What..."

"Went...running," he said hoarsely. You nodded slowly, piecing apart the lie. Barefoot, dirty hems. Night terrors, probably, coupled with an unlocked door. It made your heart ache.

"Sit...sit down, Soap," you whispered, coaxing him by the shoulder. A meaty hand clapped over yours and were alarmed by the intensity in his bloodshot eyes. Too crystal to be drunk but too crazed to be...here.

"Sit, Johnny," you said, firmer. He sank shakily, keeping his eyes on yours.

"Nay...nay, nay, I can explain, I jus'...had a question a-about tha last thingie you were...you were..." he trailed off, seeing the pity in your face. "Don' look a' me like that," he muttered.

A moment as your hand shifted down his arm, fingers still laced with his. A gentle motion, petting the gooseflesh rippling over his musculature.

"You wanna hear somethin' funny?"

His eyes shot to yours, pleading. Johnny scooted closer, almost falling into your lap. A reminiscent smile flitted over your face as you continued to stroke him.

"A few recruits, while you were gone, got ahold of one of those mop buckets. Big yellow one. Well," you cleared your throat, muffling a giggle. "Well, one of the pipes burst upstairs, and the whole hallway flooded. So one of them got the great idea to make a slip'n'slide..."

You giggled at your retelling, quietly imitating the characters in your little tale. Johnny had edged closer, head inches from your chest. Not pausing your whispering, you pulled him to you. He draped over you, absolutely massive over your tiny desk chair.

It was unbelievably uncomfortable. Your legs were numb in two seconds.

The story was over, but Soap squeezed your waist the moment you had the thought of moving. "Grabbin' a pencil," you soothed, patting his sweaty head. His heart was pattering slower now, breaths coming easier.

"Can...can ye explain it again?" His forearms tightened a bit, relaxing when you stroked his hair.

You grinned. "Yeah, Johnny. Sure I can."

not as good as i wanted it but it was cute in my head.

pt 2 ish

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Imagine Johnny coming back from deployment and he goes to open 'er (your legs) up and then all you see is horror on his face.

You shaved. That's it. No period, nothing scary down there. But to him?

Guys he's fucking BAWLING. I think if this was his first time since coming back from deployment he'd lose his shit AND ACTUALLY CRY.

"bonnie... Ye shaved 'er bald," he says, having to keep from crying, "what'll keep 'er warm in the winter?"

[xiixii]

ghost x soap bunnies!!!

[lukasaurusart]

one of the pieces i did for the CoD BigBang in collaboration with @empresscirque

[beepophobia]

I love them your honor

[eowynstwin]

not satisfied but i refuse to work on this any longer

[riviclouds]

nobody said anything cause they didn't know what to say

[konigsblog]

KINKTOBER CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST 2024

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

BEWARE: DARK THEMES BELOW. CONCEPTS MAY BE GRAPHIC OR UNPLEASANT. MIND THE WARNINGS.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ALL MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED. STRICTLY 18+ ONLY.

MAY INCLUDE: KIDNAPPING, RAPE, INTOXICATION, AND OTHER GRAPHIC THEMES.

OCTOBER 1ST — DOCTOR!KÖNIG. Being drugged and used relentlessly by someone you thought you could trust. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 2ND — RAPIST!SIMON. You should've known better. Walking around with an ass like that in such a skimpy, revealing dress... What were you thinking? (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 3RD — KIDNAPPER!PRICE. What did you expect, Birdie? Now, you'll be used relentlessly and tortured by a depraved sicko, because of your stupidity. (KIDNAPPING, RAPE)

OCTOBER 4TH — WEREWOLF!GAZ. A helpless lamb shouldn't be wandering around the forest this late at night, should they? (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 5TH — DENTIST!SOAP. Who would've thought that a simple, quick dentist visit would end in tears and a bloody mess? (KIDNAPPING, NON-CON, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS)

OCTOBER 6TH — ELDRITCH!KÖNIG. Never in a million years would you expect to be held hostage by an intimidating monster, desperate to breed with a human like you. (MONSTER-FUCKING)

OCTOBER 7TH — STALKER!KÖNIG. You should've trusted your gut feeling. Now, you're chained to your bed inside of your own apartment, being bred relentlessly by a large, masked figure. (FORCED BREEDING, NON-CON)

OCTOBER 8TH — STEPBRO!KÖNIG. You shouldn't trust such a perverted social recluse. Now, here you are, sucking off your stepbrother hoping that he'll keep quiet. (BLACKMAIL)

OCTOBER 9TH — RAPIST!KÖNIG. He has sickening and disturbing urges, a growing crave for control. This should teach you to not wander the streets this late as a woman. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 10TH — BESTFRIEND!SIMON. You knew something felt off, that lingering impending doom chasing you, ‘til it was all too late. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 11TH — STEPDAD!PRICE. Your mother loves that man. You can't break her heart, let her know how sinister, perverted, and deplorable his behaviour truly is. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 12TH — PERVERT!SOAP. Oh, forgive him, Bonnie. You know he can't help himself, and you look so adorable like this; knocked out cold and mumbling incoherently, pleading with him for mercy. (NON-CON, DRUGGING)

OCTOBER 13TH — PERVERT!GAZ. How can he not take advantage of you like this, under the influence and giggling blissfully? He'll take care of you, Dove. (DUB-CON, INTOXICATION)

OCTOBER 14TH — SOMNOPHILIAC!KÖNIG. He uses your body to cope with the reoccurring, horrifying, and haunting nightmares he has, Liebling. Forgive him, please...

OCTOBER 15TH — NERD!KÖNIG. You know how fascinated he is with knives, as well as his growing and intensifying obsession with you. Why not combine both, press a knife to your throat while using your body? (DUB-CON)

OCTOBER 16TH — STEPDAD!KÖNIG. You're even better than your mother; tighter, quieter, and younger, with a pliable mind easy to morph to fit his sickening beliefs. (DUB-CON)

OCTOBER 17TH — KIDNAPPER!KÖNIG. His punishments are unusually violent, leaving deep and agonising welts and lengthy scars on your skin, and crimson leaking from beneath your thighs. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 18TH — STEPBRO!KÖNIG. Don't you feel sorry for him? A little sympathy? He's had nothing to violate since you left for University. Why don't you come here and bend over, let him get familiar with your smooth, comforting mouth once again?

OCTOBER 19TH — CREEP!KÖNIG. Being a sex worker isn't easy; you have your fair share of sinister pervert with immoral and wicked fantasies, and König is no exception.

OCTOBER 20TH — GYNECOLOGIST!KÖNIG. Under anaesthetics, you're a compliant and babbling mess, until you're weeping pathetically, too drugged to protect your swollen cunt from his assault. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 31ST — CREEP!KÖNIG. Halloween parties are only fun when everyone's drunk and tipsy, too inebriated to think clearly. Nobody bats an eye when König stumbles into a frat party wearing a mask, dragging an intoxicated woman off alongside him. (NON-CON)

OCTOBER 21ST — THERAPIST!KÖNIG. Oh, how he loves to watch as you cry out. Having a fetish for sobbing isn't easy to hide when you're a therapist, but manipulating a mentally unwell patient sure is exciting.

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