#köing x reader

[ramonathinks]

your dad always mentioning his best friend — you’re always hearing stories about him yet he’s never around. you only ever seen the back of his head in photos, and honestly you can barely even remember his name.

so when you’re back from university during the summer and your dad says in passing that his best friend is finally coming down to see him, you don’t think to much of it. just finally glad you’re able to meet the man who your dad is always raving about.

but being back home and away from school, you finally feel a bit more free. you invite a few friends out to a local club, waiting to look cute and just get some drinks.

you weren’t expecting a handsome stranger to be so taken with you. he buys you a drink, he offers you a dance, you can feel just how hard he is against your backside but he doesn’t care. “i want to be a gentleman and not fuck you in the bathroom…” as he speaks the dress you’re wearing is pulled up your hips, the club dimly lit and you can only feel his strong hands trailing up and down your thighs. “but i can hardly hold on any longer. you’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”

“so i must ask if i can take you to where im saying tonight?” his fingers circle around your panty clothed clit and you squirm, nodding.

the hotel he stays at is only a block away, the walk is almost unbearable with his hot gaze and his hand on the small of your back.

a good look under the bedroom light and you get even wetter, his older handsome face under your dress when he sits you on the bed.

he’s sloppy with it. wetness coating your thighs as he slurps up the wetness you let out. he plays with your clit using his mouth to suck and lick trails up, drawing circles all over. muttering: “sticky little thing.” you try not to squirm to move but you reach down to tug at his hair as he shakes his hand to get more of your juices to coat his face. your thighs shake but he stops: “want you cumin’ on my cock, got that pretty?”

his cock splits you open, you arch your back and move back, he just laughs: “you can take it, cmon.” and even whispers more dirty things in your ear: “cmon baby, this pussy is weeping, don’t you want her to stop crying?”

you stay up all night as he makes you take him over and over again until he can fit himself all the way in. the long drags of his thick cock overwhelming you, your toes curl and when a tear falls from your eyes he makes sure to lick it up, you can’t believe this man is so filthy.

when the morning time comes you hear him on the phone, muttering or rather trying to be a gentleman to let you sleep in. he leaves you a bit of money with a note saying not to think of it as anything, he owes you for making you stay up all night.

you don’t expect to see him again. especially at home, hugging your dear old dad. you don’t expect him to look at you with the same amount as want and need as last night as you shake his hand.

even when breakfast is over, he helps you wash the dishes, saying he wants to get to know you better or so he tells your dad — his best friend. but instead he’s talking to you: “what are we going to do, hm? we can’t tell him, your dad would kill me.”

“my dad would kill both of us. you’re his best friend—”

“and you’re his precious daughter.” his eyes darken as he looks you over, even with you just wearing a tee shirt and jeans he still was packing a hard on. “he can forgive you, he won’t forgive me. im the adult here.”

“im twenty three, im an adult!” you try to argue.

“half my age, i shouldn’t have been been so careless.” he mutters, thinking to himself. “reckless. let’s just make that a one time thing, okay? look at me.”

your body burns in embarrassment as you look up at him, biting your lip and twirling your hair. you liked the way he looked at you, soft warming and inviting eyes.

he says it’s a one time thing until he’s putting his number in your phone. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s fucking you a few times before he leaves. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s taking you on dinners. he says it’s a one time thing even when he’s three months deep into the summer.

he says it’s a one time thing the entirety of his stay and when you’re back on campus, getting ready to sign a lease to a lonely apartment. you realize it’s not a one time thing when he’s pulling up and quickly telling the landlords nevermind for you and he’s giving you keys to a shared place.

“just don’t tell your dad, okay?” he winks.

SHIU KONG, TOJI, MIGUEL, GHOST, KÖNIG

BANNERS BY @/cafekitsune

[female-hysterics]

Masterlist

Travis "Trapper" Beasley

Herr Köing

Adam Barrett/Frank

1

Prince Adam/The Beast

Sir Lancelot

David Collins

Aemond Targaryen

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Dan Stevens Group Reference

1

Steven Grant

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10- 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15

Marc Spector

1 - 2

Jake Lockley

1 - 2

Moonboys

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Poe Dameron

1 - 2 - 3

Cecil Dennis

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 -16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20

Jonathan Levy

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Jonathan Levy/Reader/Mira Phillips

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Duke Leto Atreides

1 - 2

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

1

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabble: Call Of Duty- Love Language

John Price Bravo Six

Prices love language is Words of Affirmation and Quality Time.

Price is constantly writing you little notes out. They're literally stuffed everywhere. In your go-bag (if you work with him) , in your lunch box (If you work outside of military). The amount of long paraghed messages you've recived from him before he's deployed are starting to cause your phone to alert you of it's space issue.

Price has that nice fancy cursive hand-writing so every note that you find with his handwriting on it you keep so it's nice and presentable. Sometimes you'll wake to him gone, but with a note left on your bathroom mirror written in an old expo marker. The notes are just he start of it, Price has a great pair of ears. He'll listen to you talk all day if that because he likes your voices or because he wants to help is here or there.

Price has all the letters you've sent to him during his deployments stuffed away in an old shoebox in the closet. He holds those peices of paper close to his heart when he's away. They ground him. Make him realize the you're a plane flight away waiting for him at home in his bed, probably wearing his clothes. You're also just so fucking genuine in your letters, your emotion seep through the pages and clench around his heart in best of ways.

With how long Price can be away sometimes, the quality time the two of you spend together is hightly important to the two of you. It's important that the two of you snuggle on the couch, spend tocuhing each other. That you tell him all about the things that happened at work while he was away. (Hell you've taken to writing it all down so you remember all that've happened.) "Come sit down love, and tell me about work today." Price would say his hand softly gripped around your wrist.

Price has a few favorite nicknames he likes to call you around the house. Sweets, Baby, and Love. They're all things that come to mind when he thinks of you. If the two of you dancing around your apartment, or when the two of you get hot and heavy between the sheets Price calls you all the same.

John MacTavish Soap

Johns love langauge is Gift Giving and Quality Time.

It starts off with little things. If John is out at the grocery store he normaly comes backwith an extra deserct or your favorite choice of wine. He knows everything down to your favorite candies. (You know the ones that you're never able to find yourself). The gifts get bigger the longer you're together with John. Little bobble heads, or magnets from places he's been while away on deployment, (The fridge looks like the world map).

Things get even bigger and a bit bolder after that, some gifts are jewlery, things that you'd wear to the military ball. Sometimes it's something smiple like a cd that you can get in the states, or a new purse that John will stock away in the back of the closet until christmas and when you ask where he'd been hiding it he won't tell. "I'm not tellin' you my secret hidin' place lass. You'll go snooping the minute I'm gone." John tells you one chirstmas. The best gift by far as been a stuffed animal dressed up in a military outfit with his voice inside so every time you needed to hear his voice he was right there; just one click away.

The two of you work out well. Your love language is all gift giving, hell the amount of supply boxes you've sent for him while he's been on base; or for him and his other team mates. Letters with your whole written out into three-four-five pages worth. John's got a passcode on his phone, because (you tend to send him a few pretty little pictures of yourself waiting for him in his bed.)

Of course John calls you Lass, but he's got special nicknames for you when you greet him at the base to come and take him home. "You're home!" Jumping into his large and strong arms, "Bonnie, I'm here now don't ya worry. I'm all yours now bonnie." He reply hugging you tightly. The brush of your lips, and breathe that you manage to be able to take from just getting a quick kiss from him on the tarmack. Sweets is what he calls you when he's down between your thigh living on cloud nine.

Simon Riley Ghost

Simons love language is Acts Of Service, and Quality Time.

I'm not sure if it's how Simon grew up, or the fact that's always away but Simon is literally always asking you if you need help getting something from a higher up shelf (The man is 6'3 come on now). He'll even do the more domestic things with you. Dinner he helps with and then he'll do the dishes while you go out into the living room. You pull out a puzzle, he'll sit right next to you or on the couh behind you with your between his legs, and help you.

If you're sick, and he's home you've got your own personal stay-at-home nurse. Breakfast in bed with all the right medicine, and vitiamins. If your sick, and Si isn't there oh shit, you've got food doordashes to the front door every single night, and it's not unhealthy food. You're on your period, he takes care of you. A large hand that looms on the hot skin on your lower stomach to cool the cramps away. He'll sit with you on the couch and watch all the stupidest, cringest of romcoms to sedate your need to cry.

In the same step though Simon forgets to take care of himself most of the time. So worried about you and how good you're doing that he forgets that he also has to think about himself from time to time. That's where you come in, as Simons other half you fix that real quick. Dinner is always ready for him, you'll run a hot soothing bath for him when you know he's coming back from deployment. All of his laundry is done before he can even think about dragging the stinky duffel to the wash room. "Thank you, honey." Simon would grumble as he walked into the living his hair a mess. You'd nod and kiss his cheek gently.

Simon does have a few exclusive nicknames he uses for you. Honey, Angel, and Love. Yet that one you hear the most is Angel because, for him, you're his angel. You're the thing that keeps him rooted in reality. You could be easily hurt by that world he works in, yet you are the only person he thinks of while away on deployment. You are the reason he comes home.

Köing

Köings love language is Physcial Touch, and Quality Time.

Köing surely makes up for the height difference. He's always got a hand on you. Be it your back as he guides you around or in your hand. He's always got to be touching you. Not only does it ground him, but he likes to think that he’s keeping you safe.

He knows nobody is going to mess with the guy that’s 6’10. You like to think you’ve your own guard dog, so it works out nicely. Köing isn't afraid of PDAs; he thrives on it. He loves a simple hand-holding or a kiss to your cheek, forehead, or lips in a public setting. He loves it all. He loves how soft your skin is against his rough, callused hands. Or how plump and soothing your lips are against his own.

In the same, Köing loves to just spend time with you snuggled up under a blanket, watching a movie. Köing loves to cuddle you in his arms during a scary movie, keeping you safe from the horrors displayed on the screen. Köing does use his height against you sometimes. He picks you up, practically spinning you around whenever he returns from deployment. You're just standing there waiting for him and his team to return when you're grabbed tightly and turned around in the air. You gather a bit of attention as you scream and cry with excitement that Köing has arrived back.

Köing has a few speicla nicknames for you. He loves to call you Buttercup, Princess, and my love. "Come on, buttercup, let's go laid down." He'd whisper in your ear as he leaned over the back of the couch to get you to bed with him, "But my TV show just started." You'd whine, "We can watch it in bed together, my love." Köing would argue with you.

Completed on: 10/21/23

Posted on: 10/21/23

COD-

[ilovemensthings]

Coming Home [Köing]

pairing: Köing x gn!reader

warnings: none; fluff,comfort

The dim light of the room cast a soothing ambiance as the door creaked open, announcing Koing's return from his latest high stake mission. His fatigues were smudged with dirt and traces of gunpowder, a testament to the intensity he had faced. As his gaze locked onto you, standing there with a mixture of relief and concern in your eyes, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Without a word, he crossed the room, his footsteps barely making a sound on the hardwood floor. The weight of the mission seemed to evaporate as he finally stood in front of you. His hands, calloused yet gentle, reached for your waist, pulling you into an embrace that was as much about seeking solace as it was about offering comfort.

Your arms instinctively found their way around him, fingers tracing the familiar contours of his back. The tension in his shoulders, the result of hours spent in high-pressure situations, gradually eased as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, a stark contrast to the chill of the outside world.

As you held each other, time seemed to slow down. The distant sounds of the city outside were muffled, replaced by the steady rhythm of your heartbeats intertwining. The closeness between you was a haven from the chaos that often engulfed both of your lives. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was a sanctuary to be found within each other's arms.

Koing's grip tightened slightly, as if he was afraid that letting go would shatter the fragile peace you had woven around yourselves. You leaned into him, offering silent reassurance that you weren't going anywhere. The subtle rise and fall of his chest against yours became a comforting lullaby, soothing both of you after the trials of the day.

In that moment, as you held each other in the soft embrace of the night, words became unnecessary. The unspoken understanding between you was enough to bridge any gap, to heal any wounds. The world outside could wait; right now, the only thing that mattered was the closeness you shared. Amidst the tangled emotions and memories that often accompanied life on the edge, you found solace in the simple act of cuddling the unbreakable bond between two souls seeking refuge in each other's arms.

a/n: first ever real post on here hope you all enjoyed! going to be posting a lot over the next few days just to clean out my drafts before I start anything new. Feel free to repost, share or leave requests (plz I need ideas).

[sansharafova]

[sunmoon9129]

modern warfare roleplay!

Hey! My name is Moon or Sun; either one is fine with me. I'm a 23-year-old female. Currently, I have some major brain rot for modern warfare, and I'm absolutely obsessed with Price or Captain Price. I'm extremely obsessed with him at the moment, and I really want to do an angsty and sweet roleplay with him and my OC.

I'm fine with doubling, and I prefer it. I'm most comfortable playing Köing, and anyone from Task Force 141 can do Graves, but fair warning, it may not be the best or most accurate because I haven't really played his character and I haven't looked into him to the point where I'm extremely ok playing him.

I've been roleplaying for about 5 or 6 years now, and I absolutely adore it. I usually write 2-4 paragraphs per response, and I'm happy to send a writing sample on request. I mainly use servers since I'm a sucker for organization and everything having its own spot, especially if we're doing a double I love being friends out of roleplay and sharing headcanons, music, TikTok's, and all of that if you're into that.

I only have about 2 or 3 requirements, and those are that you have to be 18+, because I do, and that this roleplay should include NSFW. The second is that you use Discord because I don't check Tumblr a lot, and I just prefer Discord. My last requirement is no one-liners, absolutely no one or two-liners, because they give me almost nothing to get off of, and they kind of kill any suspense we're building up. That's about it for my requirements.

My discord is down below. Please either DM me on here or Discord so we can talk about the plot and what it will include, especially the angst part. I hope to hear from you soon :)

sunmoon4098

[latenightdaydreams]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!

Can u write cheater!!köing x mistress!!reader

Thank you!! Coming right up💗

König x Mistress!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

cw: fem/afab, infidelity, guilt, oral, p in v

1.3k word count

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“Who are you texting?” Asks his wife Sabine as she moisturizes her hands walking towards the bed.

König quickly presses the phones power button and drops it screen down onto his abdomen, looking over at Sabine with an annoyed look on his face. “It’s work.”

“This late?”

“Ja, this late.”

As Sabine pulls back the covers to get into bed next to König. For a moment he looks over at her debating whether or not to embrace her. Instead, he decides to stand up, walking over to the dresser and putting on a pair of jeans and shirt.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Where?” Sabine insists.

König ignores her, mumbling under his breathe as he slams the bedroom door. Sabine stays in bed watching him leave. She pulls the blanket over herself and rest on her back, looking up at the ceiling with a million thoughts going through her mind. Of course, she wants to follow him but she knows that will only anger him more.

It’s around 11 pm as you sit on the living room sofa reading and sipping on some wine. You hear the sound of a gentle knock on your front door. Before you stand, you check your phone to see if it was someone told you that they were on their way, yet there is no message. Cautiously, you stand and walk towards the front door.

“It’s me, Schatz.” König’s muffled voice speaks through the door.

You can feel your heart flutter as you open the door to let him in. “König, what are you doing here this late?”

“I missed you so much that I couldn’t stay away.” König walks in, eagerly wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and holding you tightly. He walks forward, lifting you slightly. “Am I interrupting something?” 

“No,” you say in a giggling tone as you look up at him, “just reading.”

“Gut.”

König walks you into your bedroom. Only releasing you from his grip to take off his shoes and fully undress. You watch him as you walk towards your bed and pull back the covers.

“Is Sabine not home?”

Hearing your voice say his wife’s name is like nails on a chalk board to him. A low grunt leaves him as he unbuttons his pants, eyes falling on your cleavage. “No, she’s home.” In only his boxers he walks to the side of the bed you’re on and climbs on top of you, kissing your neck. “I just wanted to come see you.”

“You aren’t worried—”

The look in König’s eyes stops the words before they leave you.

“I don’t want to talk about her. Bitte. I’m here to spend time with you.”

König continues to kiss all over your body, down your neck to your breasts. His hand sips underneath the waist band of your sleep pants and underwear to feel the soft bush that covers your pubic. Slowly moving his hand down lower to feel your folds on his fingertips.

“I hate that I can’t just have you whenever I need you…” His fingers begin to rub slow circles around your swelling clit. Your leg trembles as your hand moves to his arm, holding tightly. “You’re so perfect.”

“Kö…” His name leaves your lips in a pathetic whimper.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m yours.” His fingers slip lower, pushing into you as he grinds his hips against you. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. He watches your face closely as your eyes close and mouth drops open while your slick covers his fingers.

There is a wave of disappointment as he withdraws his hand. Your eyes open and meet his, a small smirk on your lips as you watch him pull your pants down and away from your body. His eyes roam over your exposed body like a starved man. The way he looks at you as if you’re the only woman for him always makes you feel warm and fuzzy. Assisting him, sit up and pull your top off.

König looks down at you, watching you as you lean forward to wrap your hand around his cock and begin to slowly move up and down. He runs his fingers through your hair as he gently guides your mouth to him. A rush of pleasure pulses through him as he feels your full lips wrap around the tip of his cock; resisting the urge to want to thrust deeper into your mouth.

That’s when König’s phone begins to ring. You don’t stop, slowly allowing more of his 9-inch cock into your mouth as he bends to the side to grab his phone. On the screen it says ‘Sabine’ with a small red heart next to the name. He looks at it as it continues to ring, debating on answering it or rejecting the call. His body torn between immense pleasure and a sliver of guilt.

König double taps the side button, rejecting his wives call.

“I need to fuck you.” His voice sounds tense as he speaks, gently pulling back to lay you down.

You don’t ask about the phone call since you already assume it was her. If he was your husband and left, you’d be calling too. The image of her face tear-stained flashes across your mind as you lay back and watch him settle between your legs. A pang of guilt floods you, but you knew what you were getting into when you met König.

“Liebling.” He speaks softly. “Stay with me. It’s okay.”

As if he were reading your mind. You nod, grabbing his face to bring him in for a kiss.

König grinds himself between your legs before gently slipping the head of his cock into your soaked cunt. You let out a gasping moan; no matter how many times you feel him stretch you out it’s always as if you were experiencing it for the first time. Your finger nails dig into his arms as you gaze into his eyes and cry out his name.

“Mein Gott, I love your pussy so much.”

Your wet warms engulf him. His eyes bore into yours, watching your fact contort with each thrust of his hips. Your breasts bounce in perfect synchronicity with his movements. It’s been too long since he’s had you.

“König, fuck yes!”

“Is my princess going to cum already?” He teases, keeping his pace.

“Y—yes. I—”

The next day around 5 am, König wakes up. You’re still naked, snuggled up in his arms. He runs his fingers over your soft skin and gives you a few forehead kisses. This is the hardest part of this all. Leaving you.

Without disturbing you, he slips out of bed and dresses himself. He writes a sweet note on your note pad and leaves it on your pillow. All he can do is admire your beauty as you take deep breaths, the side of your face slightly squished against the pillow. His heart aches as he turns to leave.

The drive home was quiet. Too many thoughts flood his mind as he watches the sky change from deep blue to an orange hue. A part of him wishes he could stay with you forever, but he is worried of what will happen to the life he’s built; even if it’s with the wrong woman.

Once home, he parks the car and enters the home. He takes his shoes off and walks towards the stairs, wanting to clean up before Sabine wakes. Yet when he approaches the stairs, he sees her sitting in the kitchen.

König can feel his heart sink as he approaches her. Her eyes are tired with a warm cup of coffee in her hands. He kisses her forehead.

“You’re up early.”

“And you’re back late.” She snaps, the look in her eyes a mix of emotions.

“Ja.”

There is nothing he can add.

“Where were you?”

“Out.”

She laughs, his answer pathetic. “Where?!” Sabines voice echoes in the large space.

König just stands there. His face stoic as he remines quiet.

“Was it with y/n?”

Hearing her say your name causes his heart beat to pick up. How does she know?

[sleeepy-sim]

König, The Mighty Beast

Never finished it, suggestive, panty sniffing, male rut, female reader

Living up in the mountains was great, especially when your boyfriend's rut would come around. With just the two of you, you could be loud, he could mark and breed you the way he wanted.

Both of you loved it up in the mountains, in your shared cute cottage. Your garden was glowing and flourishing at this time of year. Of course König wouldn't know, he was too busy smelling your underwear, he was head deep in your laundry basket. Pulling everything out, smelling it before throwing it, of course.

He had just woken up from his little nap, he was tired from a day's work and decided to take a nap on the couch, you cuddling up to him. How could he say no to sleep with he's beautiful little mate curled up next to him like that.

But when he woke up with a raging hard on, his nose was on overload and all he could smell was a strong smell of your pussy, coming from your shared room. So he stormed in, hoping to catch you in the middle of what he thought you were masterbating.

To his disappointment the room was empty, but the laundry basket wasn't. Too blinded by your delicious smell, he grabbed and pulled smelling it before throwing it somewhere in the room, before finding a blue pair or underwear.

As he reached down for it, his fingers touched the damped part where your pussy was. He yanked the underwear out, standing tall and pushing the blue, damped underwear up to his nose. Taking a deep inhale, only stopping when he hears a familiar footsteps. Pushing the underwear in his pocket, he rushed out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Humming a random toon you must have heard earlier on the radio, you walk up the steps and into your shared house, a basket full of strawberries that were finally ready to be plucked and eaten. Excited to show König how beautiful the garden turned out. Looking into the basket full of strawberries, you don't notice your tall, big man with face full of lust staring at you with a low growl. Hearing the growl your head shoots up from looking down to looking all the way up to König.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have to come look at the garden, it's so beauti-" you gasp as he picks you up, the full basket falls to the floor. Your legs immediately wrap around his big waist. His arms wrap around you back, his hands patting your head. His nose is shoved into your neck, purring at the smell.

[sushi-enthusiast]

Come get your Subby König!!

This is a König x reader(ish) fic

Inspired by a comment from @prettygirleevee on a previous work (thank you sm!!)

Pure smut

18+ MDNI I’LL TELL YOUR MOM ON YOU (no age = blocked)

CW: fem reader, headlocks, choking, handjobs, sub!König, pathetic!König (kinda), dom!reader, under negotiationed kink (please don’t do this irl), implied plus-size reader. Let me know if I missed anything

Masterlist

König wasn’t sure how this had started, maybe it had been the adrenaline from a rough operation, stress from adult life, or the sheer fact that his wife was the most beautiful, capable, and strong woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. He knew that she was strong, her plush arms hiding the muscle beneath, muscle she was currently showing him. Play fighting had quickly turned into half a WWE match and now—despite being a trained killing machine— König had his wife’s entire arm wrapped around his neck tight, not to mention the legs she’d wrapped around his torso in what felt like the world’s tightest, hottest hug. As she squeezed, goading him, König felt his head go light. A little from the lack of oxygen but mostly from the flow of blood rushing away from his brain and towards his cock, which was now straining in the loose sweats he’d thrown on after arriving home.

His voice came off in a pleading whisper, not the thunderous boom he usually had, but a higher pitched cry “bitte!” This caused his wife to loosen her grip, which was the furthest thing from what he wanted. He let out a whine and pushed her arm back, eliciting a chuckle from his wife “ohh I see, you want more huh baby?” She tensed up her arm again as she reached her free hand down and towards the growing tent in Köing’s pants, stroking it through the thin fabric. König let out a shaky groan as he bucked his hips up into his wife’s touch, unintentionally furthering the restriction on his neck for a moment. After a few minutes of teasing and causing the large man to squirm, she slipped her hand under the waistband and began slowly stroking his thick cock. König began to pant, his warm breath losing its usual steady pace as he fell further into the pleasure being offered by his wife. She added a little more pressure as she stroked his cock, going from light teasing to tight stimulation as the tip of his cock began to peak through the sensitive layer of skin, moving back and forth ever so slightly as she continued her steady ministrations. Occasionally, she changed pace and removed her hand from his now weeping cock to ghost her nails along the shaft and swirl around his tip, dipping a little past the excess skin to tease the slit of the head before going back to fisting his member.

Normally, König had stamina, even as he was pounding into his wife, looking into her sparkling eyes and watching her breasts shake with his thrusts, he could hold out, wait until she had finished. But now? The way she had expertly teased his cock, driving him up the wall, how she’d managed to use the perfect amount of pressure as she moved her hand up and down his shaft, and the way the strong arm wrapped around his neck offered only enough oxygen to keep him from passing out entirely? König could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, a the knot that had been building in his core was threatening to unravel at a rapidly rising rate. A high pitched whimper escaped König as he bucked up into his wife’s palm desperately. Hearing his cries, she increased the pace, providing him with a bit more relief before König let out a deep groan. His seed spilled over her still-clasped palm and onto his abdomen, creating a Pollock-esque splash of fluid to be cleaned in a few moments, after he thanked his wife profusely, his voice still high as she released her hold on him and kissed the back of his neck.

Slowly, she weaseled out from under König and picked up a towel, wiping his abdomen down and placing a few gentle kisses on his flushed cheeks and angular nose. By now, König was exhausted and had leaned back onto the plush pillows. As he regained some of his composure, his wife slid beside him, facing him as she placed an arm over his waist and whispered “you did so good my love, are you okay?” In response König let out a pleased hum and wrapped his own arms around her as he pulled her closer and buried his head into the crook of her neck.

[sirenmoth]

Sweet Melody

Ghost x Fem!Reader x König

Synopsis: Ghost and König show you how you belong to

CW: DUBCON, established relationship, begging, manhandling, mention of breeding, breeding, double penetration, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, hate sex?, mention of brusies, slight edging, possesive ghost, possesive köing, possesive sex, spanking, alpha/beta/omega dymanics, ABO dynamics, slight malipulation?, dumbification, sir kink, size kink, biting, voyerisum, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, polygamy, throuple, brief pussy slapping, overstimulation, you're not caught but EVERYONE knows, mention of bruises, a few degrading words Request by @oxbunnehxo

"God, i can smell them on you, it's fuckin' disgusting" the lieutenant alpha growled as he pushed you in some random closet just down the hall from where the teams were celebrating a successful joint mission, König and Ghost brought you along as a plus one, and because you begged to meet their teammates. They courted you when you were a medic in the military, the two giants took a liking to you nearly immediately, using their over-powerful scent to court you and scare away any other potentail suters. They provided for you and cared for you, showing they would make good mates, pampering you until you became their sweet doclie omega.

Gasping as Ghost pushes you front to the closet wall, trapping you with his body, leaning down to your ear level "Ya think that was funny? Throwing yourself over them like some common slag?" he growls, you can feel his anger, opening your mouth hoping to defend yourself, that you were trying to make friends, but Ghost brings his hand down over your ass, hard, the smack ringing out in the barely light space. his hands finding a tight drip on your hips to keep you from squirming away, "Johnny was praticcally eye fuckin' you, wanted a piece of you." Ghost bring his hand down again, harder than the last, causing you to let out a small whimper, "a piece of what is mine", he brings his hand down at same time the sound of the door , a thick accented voice rings out,

"Ours"

Looking up towards the door, your heart feels like it stops, the light in from the hallway illuminates an obscured figure, König, the reality of the situation hits you like a train hitting a brick wall. You were cornered in some small, cramped closet, barley big enough for one alpha let alone two, the same two alphas who were beyond pissed and jealous and more then ready to take it out on you. König slowly closed the door behind him as he entered, making sure you watch to ensure you know there no escape. Both men stared at each other, like they were telepathicly discussing what to do with you. Ghost pulled your body close to his chest, allowing Austrian mountain man to slot in between you and the wall, his hands replacing Ghosts' death grip on your hips.

König was stronger and bigger then Ghost, but it would be a deadly mistake to say the shorter of the duo was weaker, both held their dominace and massive size with pride, they knew how to use it agaisnt you, fucking you with a bittersweey mix of adoration and aggression, ripping you apart with their mouths, fingers and cocks only to put you back together after it was over, especially when they got possesive over you, their mate. They would spend hours using you over and over until you were nothing more then a puddle covered in marks, bruises, both yours and their cum, sweat and tears.

Ghost shoves you into Königs' chest, forcing you to arch your back, making you present to him, "Now, pet, 'm goin' to give you ten and you will count after each one, if i hear a single bratty comment from you, you'll get more, affirmative?" Ghost speaks, a silent order to behave, to take it like a good omega. Nodding your head in agreement when a yelp is pulled from your throat due to another harsh slap, "I want a verbal response, love" giving the irritated flesh a light squeeze.

"Yes, sir" you whimper out, knowing where this is going to go and how it's going to end.

Before you're able to take a breathe to ease your nerves, a loud smack rings out, harder then the previous ones, rougher, harsher. You whine at the sting of the slap and the fabric of your pants rubbing agaisnt the redded flesh, "O-one" you mange to get out, the feeling of gloves burning into hips causes you to jump.

"What do you say, Hase?" Somehow you almost forget about the man holding you up, god you can hear the smirk in his voice, "Thank you, sir" earning a lgrowl of approval from both of them, a few more quick smacks are given, Ghost alternating between each cheek, you swallow air as you shakily count "Two...t-hree, fo-four", thanking your mates after each one.

The Austrian man pawing at your hips helped distract you from the British man breathing down your neck, until a gloved hand finds its way around your neck, gently pulling your head up to check on you, to check if you're ok, giving make a soft smile as Ghost pulls his mask up to his nose and presses himself againt you freshly abused ass. Placing a gentle kiss to his claim mark, Köings' was in the same location on the opposite side. He pulled his mask and attacked your mouth in an open kiss while Ghost nipped at your neck, leaving fresh marks, out of the two of them he was always the mouthy one.

Ghost grinds against your ass, sending waves of stinging pain and unregulated pleasure to your brain, their scents clouding your senses and thoughts, easing you into a false sense of secuity. König started to unbuckle your belt and barely gets your jeans down your thighs before Ghost shoves a gloved hand in between them and presses two fingers against your slit. "It is stupid to think you are getting what you want to easily," his voice was loud and hard to ignore, laced with a thick austrian accent, a strict contrast between Ghosts' slightly more quite and gravelly one, accompanied with his own heavy manchester accent.

A loving hand makes its way through your hair, you bath in it until you head is pulled back from its place on Königs' chest "You have to beg for it, hase" He rasps, eyes boring into yours, an attempt to hide you face is cut short by Ghost, "He said beg", already growing tired with this so called bratty behaviour. Swallowing your tongue, attempting to calm your nerves for the second time tonight.

"Please, i'm sorry, i was trying to make friends" you beg, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, "I-I didn't mean to, please...please". A sign was heard but you couldn't tell who it came from, a kiss was placed on your scalp, a quiet message before your trousers and panties were ripped down your legs and thrown by the closed door, follwed by your shirt and bra, "We know, hase, but we stiil need to make sure they know your ours" König explains, you relax a little knowing they weren't fully mad. He move a gloved hand from your hips to your thigh and pulls it up and on his waist, keeping it in a tight grip, the other leg barely touching the ground, having to be on tip-toes to keep balanced as Ghost toys with you. Enough pressure to feel his fingers dancing over your sweet bundle of nerves but not enough to bring pleasure, Königs' hands on your thigh and hip preventing you from grinding agaisnt them.

The Brit removes one of his gloves, safely securing it in his pocket, then bringing his fingers to your entrance, circling it to collect as much slick on his fore and middle fingers, slowly entering his fingers into you, filling you up. He moves foward more, using their size against you, restraining you in the middle as they take you apart, dragging his fingers in and out, prolonging your punishment. Both men look at each other, then down a you, coming to the same idea. A sudden jolt of pain rips through you as they bite you, hard, right over their respective marks, restating their claim.

You are their, and everyone must know it.

The other participants attending could probably smell and hear what was happening, König calmly moves high fingers up and down your thigh, moving his hand from your hip to your neglected clit, before removing the glove, following the same method as Ghost, collects some of your slick and moves his fingers towards you ass, entering it without warning, you're unable to move as you take their thick, rough fingers. letting them strech you out.

Once they've deemed you streched and prepped enough, they remove their finger, earning a whimpering moan from, Ghost quickly slaps your clit for it, silently telling you to keep quite, that was for later. You waited with shallow breathes as the sound of your alphas remove themsleves from their pants, the soft sound of precum being spread over their cocks, Ghost collects moreof your slick and spreads it over your back enterance. Slowly you move your hands, wanting to feel them, feel them in your hands, in your mouth, inside you.

That fantasy was short lived as Ghost pins your hand behind you back and you freeze, like prey caught by a predator, "Did you think you'd get away with that?" He husks in your ear, both alphas soak in your whines and you feed you their cocks, inch by inch, until their flush against your skin.

Then they still.

You attempt to move, both laugh down at you, watching you try to bounce on dicks, "We haven't done anything and you are already cockdrunk?" the venom dripping in his voice, so you sit and wait, being used asa cockwarmer.

One deep inside your cunt, the other deep inside you ass.

You've never felt so good, swimming in your combained pheromones and scent, slowly slipping into a complicit mindstate, that's when they move, when one pulls out the other thrusts in, keeping you full and constantly suspended in a blissful and cockdrunk state.

König pulls your head away from his chest once again by your hair, forcing you to take what they're giving you without hiding, all the while Ghost slips his remaining gloved hand over your puffy clit, pinching and rubbing it.

Your soft moans can probably be heard from the party, you're sure of it, but at this point you find it hard to care, the pleasure making you lose the ability to think clearly, focusing on what the alphas are giving you. "Moan for us, pet, scream for us. Let them know who you belong to" Ghosts' heavy accent sctraches something deep in your brain, and you lose yourself completely, moaning louder into the confides of the closet.

"That's our dumb hase, can't even think for herself, Needs her big, strong alphas to protect her" The Austrian man in front of you grunts out.

"Mmm, you're lucky we found you, who knows what'd have happened if someone else got you" The British man behind you growls out.

They talk as if you're not there. Not being pumped full of their cock. Not sandwiched between their bodies, drool slowly running down from the side of your mouth, eyes rolled back into your head as you mutter and mumble incoherently, brain shut off, not register anything. Expect for one word,

Breed.

Numbly you nod your head, trying to beg them to breed you, but nothing but moans leave your mouth, unware of what you just agreed too.

Without warning both men pick up the pace, pounding into you with such aggresive stamina all you can out are squeals and squeaks, you're preety sure you'll be unable to walk after this as another orgasm is pulld from you.

You lost count how mant you've had. 5? 10? The sensitivity and overstimulation is felt through the bond and the alphas litter your neck and shoulders in more bites, you can feel more bruises forming on your hips, waist and thigh, there might be some on your wrists by the end as well. You wonder how'll you be able to walk after, most likely won't without a limp, but all that can be discussed later as another orgasm leaves you at the same time your mates dump another load of their cum into you.

But that doesn't stop them, and before you know it, you're on the edge of another orgasm.

"You want to came? Do you want us to breed you full?"

You're unsure who's speaking but give out a breathy, strained moan in response.

"I think we have fuck her dumb" They laugh at you condition, thrusting back into you, set on completing their mission, to make sure you're packed full of their fertile cum before they leave the event.

Growls, grunts and moans fill the space between as the giant alphas use you for their pleasure, pushing and pulling you in every which direction.

In and out, in and out.

Back and forth, back and forth.

The slaps of your bare skin is muffled agaisnt the fabric of their pants, a painful reminder that you're practiclly exposed while their fully dressed, your lower body tingles from lack of use, you can feel your joints stiffening up. The mixure of fluids between your thighs is in a constant state of uncomfortably dry and sickly wet.

"C'mon you can give us one more, can't you?" The man city alpha breathes out, it feels like a taunt, one you can reply to as the familiar feeling of another orgasm begins to build in your belly, squirming to try and get away from the sensations in all in vein as Ghost presses you impossibly closer to König.

"I- c..can't ple-" you can barely get a full sentance out, to far into the throws of pleasures, "Ja, you can and you will" König grits out, his hips slam into Ghosts' gloved hand that found it's way back to you slit. When did that happen? Thieir tatics effectivly pushing you closer to the edge.

"N-No.. it-" Your orgasms barrels through you without warning, catching you off gaurd, cutting you off as you scream from the intensity of it. The last of your strengh gives out, bringing along the last of your cognitive thoughts with it, leaving you limp and twitching. Both alphas growl, deep grunts as they cum a few moments later, deep inside you, mindlessly fucking it deeper into you to make sure it takes.

Feeling like you're floating as they let you go, gently placing you down back on the ground as they pull out, König keeps you against his torso to prevent you from collapsing, Ghost fetches your discared clothes and helps you get re-dressed, telling you how much their going to pamper you once you get home. König gently picks you up, the feels of sweat anf drying cum is making you uncomfortable, but promises of a warm bubble bath is enough to calm you. He keeps giving sweet words in austrian as you feel your sense return. Ghost leaves back to the main gathering to gather any left behind belongings, not really caring about announcing their leave.

Drifting in and out of sleep, you can faintly hear a few words the British alpha is saying, the awkardness and strained responses from everyone there. They all replied in quick words, all very eagar for the three of you leave. Your cheeks burn red after you hear a well know scottish accent say 'not to wear the bonnie to thin'. Burying yourself back into König again at the realisation as your brain connects the dots. They heard, everyone at the party heard everything.

[harpsinfinity]

Idk if ur doing requests if not then ignore but could I get a reader with thick thighs x köing

Please🥺

You got it stinker 😼

König could never get enough of your plush, thick thighs

He'd either rest his head on them, or between them, making himself a home there. He'd take every opportunity he could to squeeze them, kiss them and bite them, there wasn't a day that went by where they wasn't bite marks on your thighs

"mein gott..I love these thighs mein hase"

König grunted as he slipped his stupidly big cock between them, setting an almost inhumane pace. You couldn't help but whimper and tighten your thighs around him whenever his cock pressed against your clit in the most perfect, mind melting way

"k-könig.." you cry helplessly as you clench around nothing, you needed him to fill you up, as much as you loved him fucking your thighs, you wanted to feel the stretch of his fat cock splitting you open. Slamming against that gooey spot inside that made you cream around him

In a mixture of moans and grunts, you both came, his cum splattering across your stomach and chest as yours soaked his cock

"Rest liebing, I'm fucking that sweet hole next"

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Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut = 🌹

Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

Imagines

I Choose... - Aonung 🌺

The Heat Cycle - Jake 🌹

Evil No More - Jake 🌹

Never Alone - Kiri 🌺

Too Late - Lo'ak 🥀

Wild Animal - Lo'ak 🌹

BFF To Lovers - Lo'ak 🌺🌹

Broken Girl - Miles 🥀🌹

Tied To The Bed - Miles 🌹

Unplanned - Miles 🌺

Run!!! - Neteyam 🌹

Jealous Boy - Neteyam 🌹

The Distraction - Spider 🌺

Demon Blood - Tsu'tey 🌹

Combos

Different Kind Of Lessons - Aonung, Rotxo 🌹

Commanding Officer - Ghost, Köing, miles 🌹

It Was An Accident - Jason Todd, Lo'ak 🌹

Pride And Joy - Jake, Neytiri 🥀🌺🌼

Something In Your Eyes - Jake, Neytiri 🌹

Lust Filled Beasts - Neteyam, Lo'ak 🌹

Second Glance - Tonowari, Ronal 🌺

One Room - Tedros, Jamie, Neteyam 🌹

Drabbles

To Many To Count - Jake 🌹

A Last Goodbye - Neteyam 🥀

Combo

Two Masters Now - Anakin skywalker & Jake 🌹

Oneshots

Is That So - Aonung ⚘️

Dilf Material - Jake 🌹

Eye To Eye - Jake 🥀🌺🌼

The Heat - Jake 🌹

(🍗) Thanksgiving Stuffing - Jake 🌹

Confession Time - Lo'ak 🌺

Only Us - Lo'ak 🥀🌺

Broken minded - Miles 🥀🌹

Tears Of Gold. Prt 2 - Neteyam 🥀

Never Be Ashamed - Neteyam 🌺

Bully As A Brother. Prt 2 - Neteyam 🥀🌺🌼

Spoiled Brat - Neteyam 🥀🌹

Our Love Is Pure - Neteyam 🥀🌺

A Distant Memory - Neteyam 🥀🌺

Back Off - Neteyam 🌹

Five Stages Of Feelings - Neteyam 🥀🌺

Beyond The Shadows - Norman 🌺

Hope - Trudy 🌺

Hidden Surprises - Tsu'tey 🌺

Injured - Tsu'tey 🥀🌺

Na'vi At Heart - Tsu'tey 🌹

Different - Tsu'tey 🌺

What Is This? - Tsutey ⚘️

Badly As My Heart Does - Tsutey 🌹

Intriguing - Tsu'tey 🌺

At Fault - Tsu'tey 🌺

Combos

Lesson learned - Aonung, Rotxo 🌹

Sun Bathing - Aonung, Rotxo, Lo'ak, Neteyam ⚘️

Parents Love - Jake, Neytiri 🥀🌼

Tied Down - Jake, Neytiri 🌺

Chained - Jake, Tonowari 🌹

Hard Stares - Jake, Neytiri, Tonowari, Ronal 🌺

My Our Plaything - Neteyam, Lo'ak 🌹

Temperamental - Neteyam, Aonung 🥀🌺

The Blurriness - Sully Family 🌼🥀🌺

Connection. Prt 2 - Tonowari, Ronal 🌺

Series

Fucking The Nerd - Lo'ak, Neteyam, Aonung, Rotxo 🌹🥀

Modern Day

Aonung x Crush Reader 🌺

Jake x Fan Reader 🌹

Lo'ak x Ex Reader 🌺

Neteyam x Girlfriend Reader 🥀🌺

Spider x Dog Lover Reader 🌺

Tonowari x Student Reader 🌹

Medievel/Fantasy

Knight Jake x Princess Reader 🌺

Worshipper Neteyam x Goddess Reader 🌺

God Neteyam x Offering Reader 🌹

Omegaverse

Unclaimed Omega - Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader 🍁

I thought- - Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader 🥀

Crossovers

Stuffed - Anakin Skywalker & Jake 🌹

Unknown Planet - Cal Kestis & Neteyam 🌺🥀

When Stars Aligned - Stark Reader x Neteyam 🌺

A Bit Feral - Ethan Landry & Spider Socorro 🌹

A Gift From The Stars - Togruta Reader x Jake 🌺

Preferences

Alleyway Sex - Jake, Miles, Lyle, Neteyam, Aonung, Spider, Lo'ak 🌹

Breeding Kink - Jake, Tsu'tey, Miles, Neteyam, Aonung, Lo'ak 🌹

Childhood Room - Lo'ak, Spider, Aonung 🌹

Locker Room - Jake, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Aonung, Rotxo 🌹

Shower Sex - Tonowari, Tsu'tey, Aonung, Jake, Lo'ak 🌹

They Wake You Up By Eating You Out - Jake, Miles Tonowari, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Aonung, Spider 🌹

NSFW and SFW alphabet

NSFW - Jake Sully

SFW - Norman Spellman

NSFW - Spider Socorro

NSFW - Tsu'tey

Combos

SFW - Lo'ak, Tsireya

Headcannons

How He Asked You Out - Lo'ak, Neteyam, Jake

Yandere vibes - Aonung, Rotxo, Tsireya, Kiri, Lo'ak

Yandere Vibes 2 - Spider, Neteyam, Miles Jake, Tonowari

Their Kinks, Turn Ons/Offs - Tsu'tey, Tonowari, Jake

Tag.List

@greekgods15 @erenjaegerwifee

@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @laylasbunbunny

[female-hysterics]

Yandere Prompts

Maximum of three (3) prompts per request please. Any more and it just becomes too much to write

“So fucking good for me. So perfect…and all mine.”

“If you’re smart, you’re going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now”

“Be good for me, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.”

“Red is the perfect color on your skin.”

“You look the best when you’re at my mercy.”

“Despite what you think, I only like when you cry when there’s pleasure involved.”

“Do I have to lock you inside for you to get the hint? You’re mine. And what’s mine doesn’t get to leave.”

“You say you’re begging for forgiveness here, but if you were begging…you would be on your knees.”

“Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”

“Just tell me you love me—even if you don’t, I don’t care. I just need to hear you say it.”

“This is your last warning, sweetheart. Either you’re obedient, or I’ll make you obedient”

“You’ve been so good lately. Don’t make me have to punish you…”

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

“You’re so beautiful when you’re struggling.”

“Just give into me, sweetheart. We both know you want too.”

“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“Do you really think you can get away from me?”

“You’ll be safe as long as you stay with me.”

“You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.”

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

“Tell me you love me as I fuck you.”

“Sorry for the restraints. Are they hurting you? I can take them off if only you don’t try to run away again.”

“Hearing you say that makes me want to fuck you so badly.”

“I hope you understand how far I’m willing to go for you—how many rules I’m willing to break for you.”

“You’re mine. You know that right?”

“Sure, I’ll let you run away, but if I catch you…then it’s fair game for me to do what I want.”

“Are you so desperate for human contact you’ll come to me? Good, that was the whole point.”

“You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”

“Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me.”

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Day Ten: Köing + Home Alone

Your Christmas party was an absolute hit. Dinner had gone to plan, and if that wasn't enough, you had even gotten to the white elephant this year before you managed to get your friends all sitting down and comfy on your oversized couch to watch a few movies before everyone had to leave and go back home.

The dinner you had prepped the night before had been rudely interrupted when Köing had decided he was tired of watching you cook over the hot stove, and he wrapped his large arms around your frame, dragging you far away from the kitchen. Far away and into your bed. Your legs tangled that night, and when you woke up, you realized how much work still needed to be done. Your collective friends had offered to bring drinks and food, to which you had agreed. Thankful that a few things would be already taken care of.

Köing wasn't afraid to show off that you were his. Regardless that all of your friends already had partners, he was at your side when the doorbell rang. A large hand cupped around your hip as you stood there with a smile on your face. Funny enough, almost all of Köing's coworkers had ended up with your friends. McTavish, Riley, and Price had all been invited to your Christmas get-together.

After dinner, everyone was fat on ham, turkey, and sugary sweetness. Your girlfriends all dragged their boyfriends to the living room. "I've got some wine if you girls want any." All their eyes lit up.

"Schatz, you can sit down and take a break," Köing said as he walked into the kitchen behind you. "I know. We have guests though, and I'd like to be a good host." You said, grabbing four glasses of wine. "Come on now." Köing tried. You just shook your head. Already tired, you could see the mountain of dishes in your sink.

You set the wine bottle on the coffee table and give your girlfriends their glasses. You nudge Köing and give him a look. "Oh, um… do you guys want a beer?" Köing offers to his co-workers. He's gone for not that long with four beers in hand. You're already stuffed under the blanket. Köing stuffs himself next to you.

3 movies and a whole bottle of wine later. Your girlfriends are all asleep clinging to their boyfriends. You grab the remote to choose another movie or shut the TV off. Price is the first to speak. "I best get her back home." I nod. "Let me just make a to-go container with food." Price tries to deny your gift but is interrupted by Köing. "She'll just keep pushin'." He says, Price nods.

This process repeats itself two more times. You shuffle off to the kitchen, trying to get rid of most of the food since you know that Köing and you won't be able to finish it all yourself.

You finally manage to settle when all your guests have left with a large Tupperware container in their hands. Köing pulls you over to the couch, but when you try to get up, he pulls you back down. "Baby, I need to do the dishes." He just hums at your words. He's agreeing, but he's not really paying attention.

He likes how you feel against him, how warm you are, how he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. How your breathing slows the longer the two of you lay there. After a few moments, you try once more. "Schatz, I'll do the dishes later on, or tomorrow." You giggle at his words. "What, you think I won't?" He asks with a grin as he combs through your hair with his fingers.

" I just know that it's bullshit." Köing gasps, faking being wounded by your words. "Come here." He demands, pushing you up further on his large frame. At this point, you are straddling his hips. You lay your head into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

"Give me a kiss, would ya?" Köing asks, his voice husky as it sends shivers down your spine. Tired or not, you'll always kiss him when he asks. You shake your head, being a bit of a brat just for kicks.

"Come on, Schatz, kiss your man since we are home alone now." You roll your eyes, "Like you care when people are around." You say before grabbing the side of his face and dragging him close to your lips. "You're right. I don't care. Now stop being a brat, and let me kiss you." Köing mutters as you get closer and closer to his lips.

He grows impatient at your slow pace and pulls you in the other way. Your lips are meant for each other, melded together the second they touch, as the more your lips are together, the more you sink into his warmth. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to keep yourself together. In one fluid movement, Köing is lifting both of you up and off the couch. "Köing!" You shirked.

Completed on: 11/21/23

Posted on: 12/10/23

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Call Of Duty Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

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Lasting Pictures: Interrogation (pt.6)

Pairing: Poly!Task Force 141 x Photographer!Reader

Summary: Stress is weighing down every part of your life, your relationships are strained, your work is becoming sloppy and you are desperate for answers- yet where will those answers lead you to and at what cost?

Warnings: 4592 words, slowburn, swearing, depictions of PTSD, blood, and injury. Allusions to jealousy.

A/N: we are reaching the end? (not really ahhaha). Apologies for the lack of uploads- uni has been serving up hell recently :/

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↳ Three Weeks Until Mission “Spill”

Across the next few days you were splitting your time between weapons and strength training while packing your gear into a travel bag and cleaning your gun in the dining room as a break. The apartment was empty for the afternoon and you had left Spoons back at your apartment with care instructions to your elderly neighbour tapped to the fridge. Placing the shining metal against the blanket you had laid out. Looking down at the disassembled gun, a shiver runs down your spine as you see yourself reflected over and over again in the shimmers. You think about the scenario you are about to place yourself in. There was no need for an intelligence gatherer today, no- they had requested you to be a part of the infiltration team. You would be returning directly to your old position and be cleaning rooms with a barrel raised and ammunition strapped to your chest.  

There was no option nor any choice, you had the full knowledge of every desired hostile target to be eliminated and all those connected who were valuable to be integrated after. You knew exactly how to grip the answers out of their skull, falling loose at the lips as you would push forward. Room after room, bodies hitting the floor leading up your most important mission yet. There were millions of lives at stake, a country of people who breathed, who loved and were loved, who deserved to see the light of day again. 

You were determined to ensure their lives but at what cost. At what cost could you put yourself towards more… irreplaceable damage, as a therapist once told you. Shaking your head as you heard the door open, you placed a solid smile across your face before reassembling your gun. Hearing each piece slide effortlessly into place and finally with a click you were looking down your scope, fixing the last bells and whistles before loading up your vest. 

Not paying attention to Köing who somehow managed to enter the locked apartment and sat at the table silently. He unloaded his own gun against the table, keeping you company as he followed your actions, reaching across to pick up the cloth as he polished some of the knives scattered across his uniform. Only when the Austrian hummed a familiar tune, one that your old squad listened and recited before every mission had you slipping beneath your mask- a true small smile lost to time as of recently. 

You both became lost in the… somewhat domestic moment together. Humming in harmony before your phone dinged repeatedly from inside your duffle bag. Huffling while giving the tall man an apology, he simply placed another knife against the table before waving a hand in your face. Telling you to go take your call as he disassembled his gun and began humming once more. 

Swiping without checking to see who it was, all you received on the other end was some hurried breathing and then static. Taking the device away from your ear, you look down to see the call has ended and no number has been tracked. Tapping your foot against the hardwood floors as you debate on asking Köing to take a look or not- you decide against it and send a text towards Gabby with a screenshot of the phone logs before returning to pack your bag. 

“Everything alright, Maus?”

“It's been awhile since I heard you call me that,” you reply with a slight laugh in your voice. 

“It has… but might as well start someplace? Is that not what you and your American friends say?”

Throwing your head back now in laughter, you grip the Austrains shoulder into a small side-hug before moving around the table and folding more of your shirts. 

“You never answered my question.”

“Hm?” you reply without looking up. 

“Who was on the phone, you began to do your pacing thing- someone say something?” Köing comments while tilting his head and reaching over the table to hold your forearm, halting your motions. 

“Oh, nothing like that… just some miscommunication from within the team, that's all,” you reply before dropping your shirt into the bag and look towards the opening door- your squad appeared to be coming back from the gym.

“Okay then… see you again soon Maus,” Köing adds quietly with a wink before attaching his gear back into place, giving you a small hug and making his way out of the apartment. Your face falls once more, realising that none of the boys had greeted you since arriving as you place the last pair of pants into the bag before zipping it closed. 

Slinging the bag over your shoulder you head out the apartment to place your gear for easy access the next morning in the locker room. As you pass by the living room Soap and Ghost sit on the couch cuddling one another- the infamous plaid blanket draped across their legs as a game plays across the television screen. Gaz comes out of the shower, towel wrapped around his legs and you receive no usual smirk from the man as Price enters the apartment, phone pressed into his ear as he side-steps you before moving into his room. Clutching the shoulder-strap you close the door gently behind yourself before watching the numbers tick down the elevator floors. The past meets the present once more, is the only message that passes through your mind when the doors open. 

--

When suiting up in the locker rooms the next morning, a lack of caffeine has you tying your two boots together with a groan exiting between your lips. Your alarm had awakened you yet again and the lack of light touches to your hair from Gaz in the morning had your heart feeling heavier than your eyes from a lack of sleep. Soap didn’t chase you around the apartment in the afternoons nor did he whisper dad-jokes to you during dinnertime. You ate alone in your room, at your desk with your journals scattered across its surface. 

You tugged on your vest, tightening the labels across your chest while shimmying on your gloves, testing the feeling of your fingers trapped beneath the material as you gave your helmet a good few knocks- ensuring it was secured tightly to your head. A member from a joining squad came to check your gear as they helped to tighten the back straps of your vest and to apply your jumping gear. 

Giving you a quick pat on the shoulder, you moved to stand against the wall beside Ghost who turned to give you a close lookover- obviously not trusting the man from earlier that just checked you over. His bone-gloved hands move across every latch, zipper and button before he turns to stand in line once more- as if nothing had happened. 

Your cheeks still hold a familiar pink hue to them as Laswell walks down the line and faces Price standing at the top. They hold one another's stares for a few moments, neither wanting to fold first yet a cough coming from a younger recruit snaps them out of their miniature competition as they both glare down the line to see who interrupted. 

“Task force 141 you will be split into squads 0-1 through 0-9, you all will be placed on action items one through four, objective sites are lit when you arrive. NODs are to be equipped for the night execution of this mission when you will arrive by air. Jump distance to objective is cleared to be 10 clicks away, are there any questions?” Laswell demands to the group, a satisfied smile displaying across her face once being met with silence. 

You all enter the plane, hooking yourself in as you watch various new and old faces do the same around you. The slight tug back in your seat comforts you in its familiary to the plane ascending, in four hours you would be placed back, combat focused after all those years away. You closed your eyes as the engines hummed, drawing out most worrying thoughts that usually accompanied you. You gripped your gun between your gloves as you prayed for the training sessions to prove worthy. 

--

Once dropping into the site. You felt your heart beating through your head and helmet, the drum-like beat that kept you moving, kept your gun raised as you kicked open door after door. You were assigned as head of another squad, their eyes follow your every action, their weapons raised to your beck and call. Many of them young and bright in the eyes, not having seen the hells of warfare or pulling a trigger to sever a lifeforce. The pressure mounted on your shoulders as these thoughts consumed you, hardly feeling when you got slammed into a wall. One of your targets emerged in a dimly lit room, too bright for your night vision yet concealed enough to pull a knife against your side. 

You felt as the blood dripped down your pant leg as you hooked your leg underneath his knee. Forcing him downwards as you wrestled on the ground. The knife dropped as you kicked it towards one of your squad members stationed at the door. A grunt erupts from the man as you slam your hand against his windpipe, he chokes for a moment- limbs going slack so that you can twist his arm, forcing pressure against his shoulder as you call out for restraints to be placed. 

Brining the man to the car, you lock the door behind him before regrouping with your team and the results repeat. A door opened, a room scanned to either house a knife or gun barreling towards your face. You soon forget the gash on your leg as adrenaline takes over your form- a woman stands on the other side of the door, gun drawn as one of your men falls against the wall- clutching their shoulder with a shout. 

You tackle the woman to the ground, reaching towards your secondary as she fumbles to load another shot. A bullet begins to be loaded in the barrel as you drive again to take the shot, a young Lance Corporal stands behind you, it was only his second mission. The ringing in your ears is ever more potent as a shot rings out in the room, wizzing right past your ear as the woman's corpse lies heavy against your chest. 

So close to the edge- once more, your hands shake but you hold resolve to face the worried troops. “Are you okay, lieutenant?” A young man calls to you, caught between dressing a wound and eyeing up your own. 

“I’m al’right, good shot Matthew.”

“It was either one of ours or theirs- easy choice,” they reply, eyes confident as their hands become caked in the blood of their brother. 

“It will get harder as your time progresses, nevertheless we are to regroup with the other squads. This was the last room to be cleared,” you say as you throw the body off your own and stand, doing your best to wipe the blood off your chest as you radio to Laswell, “Watcher this is Dice, squad-04 has cleared region C. Exiting to regroup at the rally point.”

“Good job- Dice. Clean work?” you pause your radio to let out a groan, doing your best to walk out to the awaiting truck as the rest carry out the injured soldier behind you. 

“Negative, one dead- four on route for interrogation. Based upon an ID found from Price’s team- they are some kind of scientist organization working with the aggressor group. Connections lead to Shepard intelligence- Farah I think?”

“Correct. The evidence matches these series of attacks. We just need to track down that oligarch and the rest of the cards should fall into place”

“Never knew you to be a cards gambler, Laswell.”

“You are one to speak with the company you kept.”

Silence carries through on the radio as you debate a reply and load up into the truck, tapping the roof twice before the wheels dig into the muddied ground. The transport shakes as a storm brews in the sky. The wind rumbling the wings of the plane, as the metal of your seat groans underneath the pressure as you tighten your holds. Matthew gives you a thumbs up with a tilt to his head as you nod once back in reply while doing your best to cross your legs- hiding the wound for the duration of the flight as your head falls light. 

--

You do not remember walking off the plane, nor do you remember being placed inside Gabbys office once again as her appearance is a blurry image, caressing your cheeks as she whisper-shouts into your face.

“Bestie- please- this is not funny! I need your attention now, Dice!” She shakes your head as you groan, trying to shut your eyes once more due to the brightness of the room. Yet as you shift your body into a more comfortable position, you hiss out, the stitches placed against your thigh still red from their recent incision. 

“Y/N, come on Y/N- don’t be a weak bastard now. I still need you to do all this paperwork- I’m drowning over here. Oh fuck, you probebly are shell-shocked- Don’t even know what I am saying-”

“Fucking hell Gabs, can you shut up one moment so I can get some shut-eye? I got stabbed, ‘Yippee’!” you produce jazz hands in Fish’s face before shoving her away slightly so you can sit upright with a groan. She rushes over with an extra pillow that had fallen to the floor as she grips your hand. 

“Ouch! Lessen your grip, please. I swear I’m fine. Blood Loss and all that I assume,” you reply with a large side of sarcasm as you watch Gabby feverishly nod her head before dropping it in your lap with a sigh, you comb your fingers through her hair as cries out a little. Relief coating her system in a familiar hug to your hands. 

“When I saw the reports flood in, a-and saw that those evil fucks managed to get some of our own guys- I could not help but imagine you lifeless on that plane home. Fuck, Dice-” Gabby says while shaking her head in your lap before you pick her head up, forcing her eyes towards your own. 

“You are not getting rid of me that quickly, Fish. And you know if I ever did- you would be coming down with me.”

Throwing her head back in mixed tears and laughter, she hands you a glass of water before she dries her tears from the issue box. “I am keeping your word to that,” Gabby says while looking up towards the ceiling once more, blinking back any remaining tears as you rub her back. 

“In the face of death- we shall never part then.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Hmm,” you let out thoughtfully before looking down at your watch, 3AM glowed brightly as your stomach grumbled, Gabbys echoing the same as she blushed a bright red. 

“Dinner reservations at the caf?”

“Sounds like a date. Never knew you to be such a romantic, Fish.”

“I have my uses beside books and good looks,” she says before giving you a signature wink. Shaking your head you stumble to a stand before Gabby comes rushing over, using her as a semi-crutch you both heat up microwavable meals while going over new reports as morning birds begin to chirp out and you both are found sleeping on the bench. 

--

But as you both were found hours later, rest was not available while the wicked still breathed. Finding yourself swamped in familiar paperwork, adding to Gabbys intelligence board within the office while also hearing General Shepard yell down your ears every other day on web calls was a treat in itself. 

You both were so close to discovering the answers that you needed, one last red string to be laid as you listened into an interrogation happening from one of the men you intercepted from the last mission. Looking through the mirrored glass, you saw them stare down at you. You know they could not see you in reality, but the little stir down your spine did deter you to take a small step back while readjusting your headset. 

They were telling stories in circles, so close to breaking, you were so close to having a breakthrough. All you needed was that last little push to redeem yourself in the eyes of superiors, to redeem yourself in your own reflection from not having the strength earlier. 

“I do not know anything- I swear to you!”

“You swear- do you?” Gabby counters, her hands slamming against the metal desk as it rattle within the empty room. “Then please explain to me why biological weapon plans were found taped underneath your dresser, or better yet- how your wife was found at a charity Gala with criminal bosses or maybe how your precious sister died because she believed so heavily in the plan and not in you, yourself-hm?”

“I-I, she’s not dead. W-WHAT DID YOU MONSTERS DO TO HER!”

Sweat dripped down your back as you clutched the console, finger hovering over the communications button. But Gabby switches techniques quickly, dropping her head as she leans against the table now in a more relaxed position. 

“She shot, we shot. That is all to be said- you can imagine the rest I believe with a character of your strengths. All I would need is a location…”

The man spits in her face as Gabby wipes the liquid away with the sleeve of her shirt in disgust before sighing and looking through the class, tapping a finger to her chin in contemplation. 

“I serve the cause, we are to restore the beauty of the lands which have been taken.”

“Mhmm, and there is beauty to be found when the ground you rest your head upon is soaked in the blood of thousands of innocent people- children included. What would your own child think of you-hm? The one studying abroad currently… or was…” Gabby closes her eyes for a moment, as if praying for this line to sink in as she turns to face the man in the next instance. Walking over to lean down right beside his ear, “...temporarily moved… will she greet you with open arms screaming “Daddy!” with a big ol smile, kissing your cheek in that lonely yellow floral dress. Or maybe- actually probably- never mind that. She will look at you for the man you hide to be… a slaughterer of others daughters. That hateful look of disgust, a pity really it would be to sour such a good relationship…”

Gabby backs away, walking towards the door as the man begins to thrash in his chair- pulling at the cuffs on the metal table. “ALCOVE BLOCK. I-It’s a disabled mineral and forestry site. Farmland for miles surrounds it- you will find the accountant. Powerful member to the fight- t-they…” the man trails off fear beginning to overwhelm his stressed system.

“They. What?” Gabby presses, turning back to face the man as she slowly walks back over, a menacing tilt to her head as they lean away from her body and that is when you decide to enter the room. A small, pleasant appearing smile is plastered across your features as you kneel by the sitting scientist. 

“Hey, hey. Deep breaths, I promise no harm to come to you while I am here,” is all you say before pushing Gabby out of the room. Turning to face away from the camera behind the man, you whisper out to the room only filled by light breathing and the tick of a distant clock. “I am on your side, I have seen you as you have me- is that not what our friends say?”

A few deep breaths in and out go-by before the man's shoulders slump forward in relief as he speaks out softly, The accountant is to be promoting us all. Direct return is very much necessary- I will speak good words of your efforts as I know you have much to report. They leave in a few days time, you get me out of here- and I promise that you will be served well by the leader.”

“A promotion you say?” you tease as you hear Gabbys small cheers coming through your earpiece. Looking over the man, you let off a tisk, tisk, tisk before exiting much to his confusion. 

Leaning against the closed door, you rip your headset off before storming back into the room as the man yells out in frustration as the guards move him back into the holding cell. Once inside you find Laswell and Gabby already pulling you into a hug while voicing their thanks. 

A ragged breath escapes between your lips, good enough is all that floats around your head. The last red line goes up moments later as another round of coffee is served in celebration before you are packing your bags once more, disregarding your injury for the new week upon you. 

--

As the night falls upon you once more, the notes from the interrogation earlier in the day left to flock through the system. You lay wide awake in your bed, the ceiling fan spinning once again as the heater hums in the living room. You feel as Gabby stirs beside you, equally as restless to the sounds of Soaps snoring from the next room over. She looks over your features in the moonlight, concern overpowering her senses as she reaches out to hold your hand underneath the covers. 

“You never told me how you know that expression…” Gabby whispers, the secrets you held eating her alive. 

“...You promised to keep no secrets, but as of recently… I feel that I barely know you anymore. We have gotten so caught up in work…” her finger trails up your arm before she pulls you into a hug. “I feel that sometimes… I should have never asked you to return.“ 

Your breath hitches, “Gabriela-”

“Full name. Now I know we're truly serious,” Gabby says with a giggle, the seriousness returning to her tone the next moment, “Do you think you are going back after the mission? I am even thinking of leaving after all of this is over.” 

You hum while giving her a squeeze. “Really? Knowing you- you will be itching to do something not even half-a-day after signing the papers.” You laugh out into a saddened sigh, “Sometime ago I said that I would stay… But with how things are going, I don’t quite know now… Wow I am such an asshole, stringing everyone with shit loaded promises-”

“No. You were being truthful to the moment, couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Still- Gabby- I-”

“No, Dice. I asked you to come, you do not need me or anyone to hold you from staying after this mission.”

“But that's the thing Gabs. What about everyone once I leave?” you question, tears welling in your eyes as memories consume you- slight shakes forming at the hands has Gabby sitting upright to look down at you- giving your side a small tickle in distraction as you kick your feet out towards her in reaction before you hide your wince of pain. Your injury almost healed from a secret visit to the nurses office. 

“You did not get to choose then, but you do now. That is what is different- what I am trying to tell you. I am not saying life will ever go back to normal, but whatever beginnings of normal you found within that apartment- I think you could find peace there.”

You contemplate Gabbys words, twirling a strand of her hair in your finger as you start to form a small braid, the sequences that your parent taught you. “I was hiding in that apartment, Gabs, behind my desk and in my journals. I-I don’t know where to go…”

Gabby lets out a hum as a delicate smile appears, “a gift- not knowing is; where to go, who to be, when to do what. It allows us to account for anything we ever wanted or find we want for nothing at all.”

You watch as she lays back down, turning her back to face you before speaking up once more, “take time as much as you spend it, Dice. Know that I will be here no matter what you decide.” 

Letting out yet another ragged breath, you sniffle while trying to blink away tears of thankfulness, “Thank you, Fish. I would not know life without you- truthfully.”

“That makes two of us, now go the fuck to sleep. You look like a dying rat.”

You wheeze out into your bedroom as Gabby covers her face in the pillow, muffling her sleep-deprived cackles. 

--

When you awake in the morning, Gabby's side of the small bed is empty, the sheets a mess and the shower running in tune to her horrid singing voice that has Gaz slamming on the door, voicing a complaint as he walks by your room. Ghost follows in tow with a hand against Kyle’s back- ushering him forwards.  

Rubbing your eyes awake, you open your phone in the living room, seeing a few messages and selfies sent from Horangi and Köing as they pose in their gear- holding a thumbs up. Sending a text back, you were happy to see that they made a safe flight over the pond as you read off on emails the next minute. 

You end up eating breakfast in Gabby’s office as you rattle off strategies with Laswell and Graves on video-call. You twirl in the chair once you close the tab- mind racing yet bags packed and waiting by the door. So much has happened in so little time, you think to yourself while adding more change to the fishbowl. You watch the coins fall and clank against the glass before loading up your belongings. While rolling up the charging cable, a knock is sounded from the door that has you bumping your head from underneath the desk. 

Cursing and rubbing your hand- your eyes fall wide in shock seeing a dishevelled Laswell forcing herself into the office before quickly locking the door behind herself and motioning for you to sit back down. Kate walks around to the desk, sitting down to look at you from across the table while throwing her head against the desk with a groan escaping her. 

“Everything alright-”

“Just peachy, Dice. I need you to leave sooner than expected.”

“Okay… like tomorrow or in 20 minutes?” you joke out, wincing at the bags underneath her eyes. 

“1 hour- close but no cigar.”

“Dang, could use one of those right now…”

“Gods, you and Johnny with the jokes- really helping to do my head in.”

“Apologies, Laswell, I will get moving.” 

With one hand on the door handle, Kate calls out your name as you turn back around to face her. “And do speak to John after this mission- please.”

You meet her words with silence before she speaks up again, “He’s become the offspring of a mother hen and grizzly bear recently. Whatever has been stirred- try to ensure it doesn't come into the field. I can look past many things from over the years- but I will not stand to hide piss-poor work, am I clear?”

“Crystal, Ma’am.”

“Safe travels, Dice.”

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