[faverec]

EMILY / EMI ₊ ☕︎ ˖ 28. s!her. chronically ill pansexual who occasionally writes. talks mostly abt fictional characters.

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[azranissu]

[sharkyeon]

thinking about giving könig a blowjob for the first time and then staring up at him awkwardly when he finally unzips his pants.

his fat cock not even being able to stand properly fully hard, your fingers unable to wrap around his girth fully.

but you still stick out your tongue and start licking the tip, you were never one to quit. especially when you hear his groans, big hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he bucks his hips into your mouth.

his tip hitting the back of your throat as you try to take as much as you could, his thick warm cum filling your taste buds.

and that’s when you learned that he has hyperspermia, and there’s so much that you feel full. tummy a bit bloated as he apologizes.

licking the cum on the edge of your mouth before giving him a kiss, “why apologize? that was amazing let’s do it again!”

[simonriley09]

Soap who fucks you like you're gonna leave him if he doesn't.

He's a whore, wanting to grind his cock as deep as he can while fucking you into the mattress, making you scream and try to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.

You feel like you're dying from how good it feels, the hard, slow thrusts driving you crazy. You can't do anything but moan, thighs useless and limp, the bed creaking and groaning under you.

Your hand fists the sheets, tears ruining your makeup, throat hoarse from screaming his name as he continuously ravages your insides.

You've cum like what, 4 times already? Your pussy is raw, aching, taking pounding after pounding, your cervix is ruined, toes curled and then you feel his rough hand shove your face into the sheets.

Which makes you clench. Such a slut he is.

You can't help but pass out after the 5th orgasm is pulled out of you.

Once Soap is done with you he holds you close, smirking as he feels you whine and twitch as his softening cock presses against your lower back.

Inspired by this plink

[total-killer-brainrot]

pulling up ghost's mask to give him a little kiss only to find he's been wearing your panties over his nose underneath it the whole time

[theawkwardthing]

I saw someone posting one of my renders on TT I was happy is this the feeling of ✨️ fame? ✨️

[starryackrmn]

all day, every day, from morning to night.

in any position he wants 24/7 🙂‍↕️

cleaning for him, obviously 🙄

you weirdos/j.

fanart credits to ©sugarless_61053 ! pls lmk if they allow reposts or not since i can't find anything related to them as far as this artist is concerned ^^

[sharkyeon]

masterlist

creepy perverted roommate könig who always stares at you and makes offhanded dirty jokes that are just statements about what he wants to do to you.

rough grubby hands sniffing through your laundry and pawing at his bulge as he takes a deep breath from your underwear.

taking multiple "showers" a day just to relieve the ache on his swollen red cock, leaving him leaky and extra sensitive. cock too hard and heavy to even stand upright.

going out of his way to hold your waist when walking pass even though the hallway is big enough, and rubbing his hard on against the plump of your ass when he needs to get something from the cabinet as you’re washing dishes.

vs.

shy freak reader who’s equally as depraved.

stealing his shirts and boxers to sleep in and purposely wearing them in front of him, apologizing for the mix up then handing him his boxers stained with slick.

rubbing your hands against his chest and back when you sit beside him on the couch. grinding against him as you watch a movie together, your slick heat obviously showing how bare you are underneath the nightgown.

purposely eating popsicles on the living room couch as you watch tv, your tank top showing your pudgy belly as your shorts ride up. your cute underwear visible as you coyly lick at the popsicle.

watching him stare at you before ending up with your legs over his shoulders as he fucks you into the couch. wet sloppy kisses sharing the taste of the sweet popsicle as he pumps you full of cum.

might make a oneshot of this

[simonrileys-blog]

Konig, who loves to put you in a mating press. smut, creampie, size difference, breeding kink, afab reader

Konig has been looming over you, trying for what feels like forever to slide into you. His hands are too big, spanning the curve of your waist. The mushroom-shaped tip of his cock, slick with precum, nudges against your folds, hot and heavy, the broad crown trying to sink into your gummy depths.

He huffs in frustration, his jaw clenching as he tries a different approach. Konig's hands wrap around the backs of your knees, nearly folding you in half until they're almost at your ears. He was overbearing, his heavy weight acting as an anchor to pin you down while he tries again, slower this time, grinding forward before dragging himself back out with a slick noise.

He left you empty, your poor pussy clenching around nothing from the loss of contact. The fat head of his cock taps against your swollen clit, making you jolt and whine so sweetly for him before dragging through the mess of slick and cum he's already made.

"You're too tight, Schatz. Relax yourself for me, ja?"

That's all the warning you get before he's bullying himself into you, the slight sting lifting to give way to a delicious, dizzying stretch that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Konig grunts as he bottoms out, his hips meeting yours, punctuated by the wet slap of his heavy balls, full of thick sperm for your womb, smacking against your ass. Your sweet little cunt can't decide if it wants to fight him or suck him even deeper, fluttering and clenching around him until he groans.

Konig is mean, though, barely giving you time to adjust before he's dragging his cock back out and roughly thrusting back in, twitching inside of you, seated so deep that you can feel him nudging against that spongy bundle of nerves, the ones that make you see stars. One large, heavy hand presses against your tummy against the outline of his cock, laying claim over you, forcing your walls to squeeze him tighter until you gasp and shiver, hot tingles spreading across your skin like wildfire.

He never slows down, no matter how much you squeeze his cock, just keeps hammering into you, deep and heavy thrusts, his hips meeting yours every time until your voice is nothing more than a few mewls, your brain practically mushy and leaking from your ears. You can feel him swelling, cock growing harder inside of your hot cunt before he presses himself flush against you, balls deep, pulsing before spurting thick ropes of cum inside of you.

"Take it, take me in- fuck! Give me a baby, Leibling."

You manage to nod your head obediently, like a good girl, while Konig stuffed you full of his cum, so much, too much of it, some leaking out around his grith, dripping down the sheets beneath you in a sticky mess. He's panting, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and jaw, sucking on the skin there until a dark bruise forms, a heavy claim laid to your skin.

Konig slowly pulled out of you, sticky string of slick and cum connecting his cock to your sensitive, swollen cunt. A crude, heavy smack of his cock against his own abdomen stokes the fire in your tummy, barely even able to voice your need before his hands are tugging you close, squeezing the plush fat on your hips.

"Not done with you yet."

[succubusvalentine]

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ʀɪʟᴇʏ. ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ.

You had a problem.

Whenever Simon was eating your pussy, you couldn't make eye contact with him.

It was embarrassing, something about making eye contact with the man that was mouthing at your cunt made you extremely flustered.

And to make it worse, you knew that Simon was getting frustrated with you. He loved looking up at you when he was sucking on your clit, so seeing your head tilted back or eyes shut with furrowed brows was infuriating. He wanted to see your facial expressions while he pleasured you.

Tonight, you let Simon toss you onto your bed, stripping you down and squeezing your tits as his hands come down your body, before settling himself between your thighs. Looking up at you as he licks a long strip up your cunt.

Your eyes instinctively close, though you whine when Simon immediately stopped.

You look down at Simon, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Keep y'eyes on me, got it?" Simon asked.

"But Si-"

"Don't argue with me."

You huff and hesitantly keep your eyes on Simon as he licks at your cunt again. That familiar fluster fills your stomach, but you try shoving it down for Simon.

After a few moments, you didn't feel as embarrassed, in fact watching Simons tongue flick through your wet folds made your cunt throb.

Simons hands gripped your thighs tighter, keeping them spread as he devoured your cunt. You swore you could see his eyes scrunch slightly as he smiled into your pussy, your moans becoming higher and higher pitched.

The sound of Simons mouth on you made the fluster spark once more, but you could tell Simon made you

"Keep your eyes on me, baby. Wanna watch you when you come." Simons muffled voice said, making you whine and squirm against his mouth.

Your orgasm swept over you, your eyes threatening to close as the waves rocked your body. Though you managed to keep them open, Simon practically growling into your folds while he watched you.

You squirm away from Simons mouth, watching him get up on his knees. "See? Not so bad. Loved watching your face, baby. Made me so hard." He smiled, chuckling when you shove his face in embarrassment.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆.°⛧

Buy my cat a Christmas Present? ❄︎ 𖠰 (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

[not-delusional-at-all]

Simon Riley who accidentally blurted out "get that look off your face before I fuck it off" to you when you were side eyeing him because he said something super out of pocket. He meant to say "get that look off your face before I take it the fuck off" but words are hard.

And you decided to challenge him and he doesn't back down from a challenge. So guess what? Now you're in his quarters, with your face pressed into his mattress as he's railing you with all he's got and telling you that "this is what happens when you don't wipe that stupid fuckin' look off your face".

After that, you started going out of your way to push his buttons if it meant that you'd be getting fucked viciously every time.

Worth it.

[succubusvalentine]

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ʀɪʟᴇʏ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ (ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ).

Simon was on you as soon as your foot touched the wood flooring of your home. He'd been gone for almost three months and he was past the point of desperate.

You must have been moving too slowly for your husbands taste, as you find yourself suddenly in the air with two tattooed arms around your waist.

"You couldn't wait two seconds for me to take off my shoes?!" You scold.

"Need to be inside you, now." Simon said firmly, dropping you onto your large bed, both of you practically tearing fabric from your bodies.

Simon hovered over you once you were both nude, though he winced slightly. "Fucking shoulder."

You quickly yet gently switched your positions, knowing how Simons shoulder would play up after a mission because of the recoil from his weapons.

Simon went to protest, but the look you give him quickly silences him.

"You worked so hard, Si. Lemme make you feel good." You hum, reaching beneath you to line his cock with your cunt, oblivious to the confused look in Simons eyes for a moment. His cock felt unusually sensitive.

You sank down onto Simon, desperate to have him inside you. Though he grabbed your hips, letting out a pathetic moan.

Simon panics, "Fuck—wait no no—" his hips stutter upwards into you. Gasping heavily as he fills you. He couldn't help it, your pussy was so tight and wet—and he'd never admit it but you praising him for working hard definitely brought him to the edge.

Once Simon opened his eyes, you were staring at him; Expression a mixture of shock and surprisingly awe.

"Don't." He says.

"I feel that good?"

"You know you do. Now give me five minutes and I'll fuck you dumb alrigh'?"

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆.°⛧

Buy my cat a Christmas Present? ❄︎ 𖠰 (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

[succubusvalentine]

ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ʀɪʟᴇʏ. ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴀᴛʜ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ.

After your first (incredible) night with Simon, you refused to let him go. You would be stupid to let the man that could literally read your mind during sex somehow escape your claws.

Yet somehow this made Simons life even harder. Your thoughts didn't get less horny after the two of you started regularly fucking. It made them worse.

"Can you stop thinking about sucking my dick while we're doing paperwork?" Simon huffed, making you tense for a second before letting out a quiet snort of amusement.

"Can't help it, Si."

"You know what you're doing."

Another time, the two of you were on a mission lining up a shot with the sniper. Simon nearly choking on air. "Are you seriously thinking about sitting on my face?!"

"Just to pass the time." You hum, adjusting the angle of your rifle "You picking up on anyone?"

Simon grunts, focusing on the building for a moment then nodding. "Can hear two men."

"They thinking about sitting on faces too?" You ask, the smile clear in your voice.

"Focus for fucks sake." Simon growled, his hips shifting against the ground beneath the two of you for any source of friction against his stupidly hard cock.

Not to mention the time that you were pushing Simons buttons. Everything he said just had a little remark from you. It made him blow air from his nostrils like a bull.

And your thoughts weren't making it any better. Every time you made a comment about him, your thoughts were too horny for your own good.

"Fuck, he looks hot angry."

"Maybe if I get him mad enough he'll fuck his anger out on me."

"Christ, why do I wanna feel that vein throbbing in his forehead against my thigh while he eats me out?"

He eventually snapped and you could barely walk for almost a week.

Now the sex that you two had was always incredible. Simon obviously knew everything you wanted before you could even voice it. But that didn't mean you always got what you wanted.

Sometimes he'd tease you, act like he didn't know what you wanted until you'd voice it. which would always get you snippy with him. It was adorable, really.

And other times he knew exactly what you wanted to hear, he'd abuse his ability and have you coming over and over again.

But the one time you even thought about faking an orgasm? Jesus fucking Christ.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

The cat in question.

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( ⌕ ) KÖNIG RECS

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Coming Home - @viperify

The Big One - @coopiesandcream

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( ⌕ ) MASTERLIST

CALL OF DUTY :

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KÖNIG

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

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[faverec]

( ⌕ ) MASTERLIST

CALL OF DUTY

ATTACK ON TITAN

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[viperify]

COD | ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Coming Home.

Short Summary: König doesn’t know how to be gentle. Especially not when he’s just come back home after not seeing you for six whole months—

Warnings: 18+ only! dubious consent. somno, rough sex, breeding kink, size kink, manhandling, belly bulge, creampie, cumplay

A/N: this is me attempting to write for someone other than Tom.

wordcount: 1,9k

König didn’t even bother taking off his heavy boots when he entered your shared home. No—the only thing that had been on his mind ever since he stepped out of your front door six months ago was you. Or better: The supple flesh of your thighs, pressed tightly to either side of his head as he ate you out. The soft curve of your ass, fitting so perfectly into his palm. Your lips with his favourite gloss on them, wrapped around his thick girth—

“Fucking hell.” He cursed under his breath as he almost tripped in his hurry—over a new vase you had bought just a week prior. Something that he, quite obviously, couldn’t have known or seen, as he didn’t even bother turning on the lights when he entered. Each time he returned from deployment, he’d find new decoration scattered around the house. How often had he told you it was enough? Too often. You just wouldn’t listen, and at some point he just gave up and accepted his fate.

That fucking vase was the least of his worries either way, at least for now. Was it broken? It sure sounded like it. But hell, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d just get you a new one the next day.

You. He needed you. König didn’t bother picking it up, instead heading straight to your bedroom—the floor’s wooden planks creaking under his weight as he ascended the stairs. As careful and deliberate as he could—as not to wake you.

The bedroom door stood just slightly ajar, allowing him to spot the dim light of the bedside table lamp that you must have forgotten to turn off. König pushed himself past the door, and finally, after six long months, got to see you again. Yes, you had face timed almost every day, but it was just not the same. Didn’t feel the same as your soft touch, your lips—

He stood there for another moment, admiring your soft, innocent silhouette on the bed. One leg angled up, duvet slipped to the side, exposing your bare skin to his eyes. Your top, which had slipped during the course of the night, now allowed him to see the soft swell of your breasts—perked nipples visible under the satin material. 

And fuck—last time he saw you in those flimsy, hot-pink pyjama shorts you were wearing, he could have sworn they covered at least the curve of your ass—unlike now.

The sight of you like this, asleep, all innocent, unknowing of his return—he had left a day early—sent blood rushing straight to his cock. It had been too fucking long.

The mattress sank under his weight as he carefully lay down beside you, admiring your form once more—the soft rise of your chest as you breathed, fingers relaxed and curled up—and all his. He had missed having something all for himself.

Gently, he turned you around, your head against his chest, legs spread, and still asleep, his hand briefly coming to a rest on your tummy—and he sighed. 

Your warmth. 

But he had no intent to wait any longer. Hand travelling further south, over the waistband of your shorts, between your thighs—

“Mein Gott—“ König mumbled under his breath when he felt the damp fabric beneath his fingers. You were fucking soaked.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before sliding the material down your thighs, leaving you in just your panties. Finally dipping beneath the lace, he growled—a low sound somewhere from the back of his throat as he felt your arousal coat his finger.

Too slow—too fucking slow. One digit circled your entrance before he pushed in—and god, it felt heavenly. Your warm walls gripped him tightly, sucking him right in. Then, a second finger, already struggling there. But he made it fit. Gave you a few seconds to adjust, then started pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them just how he knew you would like it—

“König?” You mumbled, voice thick with sleep as your eyelids fluttered open, a slightly painful, yet pleasurable sensation radiating from between your legs.

He looked down at you then, his blue eyes staring right back at you.

Yes, definitely him.

“Liebling, forgive me. I couldn’t— I can’t wait any longer.” He apologized half-heartedly, burying his fingers knuckle deep inside of you—and fuck, you almost forgot how much bigger he was than you. Everything about him, his height, his arms, his fingers…

“Hurts,” you gasped, but he merely shushed you, telling you how much he needed this, needed you.

And who were you to say no to him at this point? You did miss him just as much, after all. And that dream you had about him just before you woke up—

Just when König felt you relaxing around him, finally adjusting, he withdrew his fingers, parting his lips to taste you.

“Mmpf— missed this so much,” he drawled, and just a moment later he was between your legs, fingers curling into the lace of your panties, the material easily giving in with a sharp tear.

Those were your favourite.

“I loved those!” You protested, but it was too late anyway, and the sound of his belt dropping to the floor drew your attention back to your boyfriend. He didn’t waste a second undressing, trousers merely past his hips before his cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip, so hard it must have hurt.

“Will get you new ones—“ he breathed, leaning over you to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “I promise, Engel. Just be good for me now.”

You only had to nod, enough of a signal for him to continue, tip pressing against your entrance—and you inhaled sharply, preparing yourself. You knew him by now, and each time he was this eager, it meant you would struggle to walk properly in the morning.

His hips stuttered at the mere contact with your wet cunt, and he slipped inside—just the tip, yet enough to make him groan. “Relax, baby. Just relax and let me have this.”

Another inch and another inch—you were sweating by then, and fuck, it felt good to have him back—but sometimes you wished he wasn’t this big. You were stretched out around him, walls pulsing as they tried to accommodate his girth. God, it was hard to relax. But you tried. 

Two more inches.

“König, gentle!” You squealed beneath him, and his eyes met yours briefly—before they dropped to where you were connected.

“Fuck— sorry, can’t—“ he rasped, pushing in deeper. “Can’t wait any longer. You can take it. Just— take it.”

And with one more slight thrust, his hips were flush with yours, finally. Tip nudging at your cervix.

His head dipped to your neck, breathing heavily, staying there for just a moment to let you adjust to him. He knew you were struggling, but fuck. You just felt too good around him, too warm, too wet. In that moment, he realised just how much he had missed you.

“So tight. This pussy is so goddamn tight.”

He pulled back just enough for you to feel it, and pushed back in. Even in the dim light the lamp provided, he saw it. The outline of his cock on your lower abdomen as he pushed in and out of you. It made him fucking feral.

König’s hand traced the slight bulge before pressing down on it. “Feel me? Feel how deep I am?”

“Oh my— yes— fuck, yes.” You whimpered, and he gave you another slight thrust, trying to set a rhythm.

“No,” he breathed, shaking his head. “Need you like this.” And instead of asking you to get on all fours, he just wrapped his arm around your waist, roughly repositioning you himself, almost like you weighed nothing, like you were a doll. Ass up, face down. Just how he liked to take you.

He pushed back inside, and you jolted at the new angle—he felt even bigger like this. But no. König wouldn’t let you go anywhere. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so your back was pressed flush against his chest.

“Sei ein braves Mädchen, ja?” He growled right in your ear, his hot breath on your skin having goosebumps rise all over your body. You remembered that one.

Be a good girl, alright?

“Yes! Please just—“ you whimpered, hips bucking against his, a sign you were ready. A sign you needed him just as much as he needed you.

König pushed your face back into your pillow, letting go of your hair then—and thrust forward. Deep and fast. The force sending your body forward once more.

“Stay—bleib hier.” He sneered, his rough, calloused hands gripping the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you back against him, making sure you stayed right there.

From that point on, he was merciless with you. Pounding into your warm, welcoming walls like it was the first time all over again. So harsh, it knocked the air from your lungs, and you were sure your cervix would be punishing you with cramps for this later.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care, not right now.

Not when you felt him twitch and pulse, hands slipping between your thighs to rub on your clit—tight circles that had you see stars, fingers curling into the cotton fabric of your bedsheets.

Your combined moans echoed around the room, and you were sure if you were living in a flat, your neighbours would fucking hate you. Not that you would mind.

“Fuck, Liebling—“ he groaned, thrusts growing erratic. He was close. So, so close. “Going to come inside, ja? Make you nice and full of me.”

You loved how his German accent grew thicker whenever he was aroused or angry, and you didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying at the end—mind too hazy to even comprehend his words at that point, on the verge of tipping over the edge yourself. You nodded anyway.

With just a few more thrusts, he spilled inside of you, his warm release coating your walls—the feeling of it sending you right into your own bliss of pleasure, your climax ripping through you like a lightning bolt—setting your nerves on fire as you convulsed around him, your cunt eagerly milking him dry.

He slowly pulled out of you then, staying behind you, watching his cum drip down your folds before pushing it back inside—deep.

“Not going to let you waste a single drop, Engel.”

König was sweet with you after, like always. Cleaning you up with a wet towel, taking you in his arms as he muttered soft praises against your hair. Staying awake until you were asleep.

Then, he dozed off himself and only woke the next morning when he heard your voice coming from downstairs, the usual softness gone. Replaced with? Anger? What could he have possibly—

“Did you break my vase!?”

Scheiße.

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