you could feel the color drain from könig’s face when you pull out your revolver, that shit-eating grin of yours had him breathless and wet. more than that, it was the situation at hand.
könig’s on your lap with his legs held open, your fingers digging into his firm thighs as he aims your revolver at the wall, his biting his bottom lip, lost in thought as you speak, “everytime you shoot a blank, i add a finger” you moved a hand to his chest, rubbing it to comfort him “if you shoot the bullet before i get all five fingers, i’ll fuck you the way you like it, yeah?” you wait for könig to answer, pinching his nipple impatiently when he doesn’t, “and if i don’t?” he grunts, his chest tremoring under your palm. “then i’ll fuck you with this gun, right here” you smirk and he whines at your words.
it’s russian roulette, but your fingers and gun testing his luck.
your thumb swipes over his cunt, settling on his clit and rubbing it. the gun starts to shake in his hands, his thighs tense and threaten to close. “get on with it” you say sternly and his finger tightens on the trigger. “c’mon you can do it” you coax him, a finger teasing his hole. “bang!!” you shout, just to watch him flinch. you’ve hardly touched him, but fuck he might pass out “i-i can’t” he whispers, knowing damn well he’s just stalling “if you don’t fucking shoot– i will” you grit, patience running out.
that’ll do it. könig steadied his hand and shot at the wall BANG. nothing. “scheisse” könig huffs and you press your finger into his hole, still tormenting his puffy clit, getting him close. so close. “try again.” you say, pushing your finger till the knuckle and he does. the trigger clicked again and another disappointingly hollow shot. you added another digit, your index and middle finger curling in him. he groaned, throwing his head back, onto your shoulder. “p-please” he whispered, “‘m close, schatz” “don’t get too comfy and shoot” you replied, pulling your fingers out and running them over his folds, then shoving your fingers back in. könig opens his mouth to protest but decides it’s not worth it, finger pressing down on the trigger.
click, goes the trigger and a hollow boom echoes in the room. no bullet. a third finger slips into his cunt. you pump your fingers in and out, könig’s slick coating most of your hand. he curses softly, shutting his eyes. the sound of his heart pounding and blood rushing fills his ears. he’s lost. “könig” you say sharply, snapping him out of his pleasure-drunken haze. “r-right” he aims the gun again, silently praying that his next shot wouldn’t be blank. his cunt flutters around your fingers and his hands and thighs start to shake.
“again” you instruct, your fingers relentlessly fucking into him. his breath hitches and his finger stutters before firing the gun, he moans– bucking his hips onto your fingers, “please let me come– please” he begs, the the hand holding the gun dropping to his side. “didn’t you hear me?” you scoffed, “again” your nails dig into the fat of his thigh when you still, dragging your fingers out and snatching another orgasm from him.
he whines, raising the gun again and looking down at his pussy, at how his wetness was smeared between his thighs. all he can think about is your cock, fucking him within an inch of his life.
your fingers are in his cunt once again, drawing his mind away from shooting. how could he concentrate like this? focus, he frowns and flexes his arm in an attempt to steady it and he shoots for the fourth time. he prepares himself for the inevitable disappointment. the inevitably empty boom to sound. it came, the bullet still remaining in the chamber. a fourth finger stretches him out further and he hisses. tears well in his eyes, “fuck– liebling, please” he breathes, shakily. soft moans fall from his lips and his grip around the gun tightens. he pulls his sniper hood over his head, gasping. “last one, könig. don’t go soft on me already” you feel him go pliant in your arms “goddamnit” you mutter, letting go of his thigh and firing the gun. it’s blank.
you pull out your fingers and grin, “and that’s five” you fire the bullet with a deafening bang and chuckle, “don’t tell me this shit got you going” you mock him, tapping the gun at his temple.
never did könig think he’d be on the sharp end of your gun. but here he is. the barrel resting on his cheek, moving it down and pointing the muzzle at his lips. it’s empty, he knows it’s empty but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing and beating at his ribs. lower. lower. down to his pecs, over his scars, his abdomen and through his happy trail. he gasps as you rub the barrel over his folds, parting them and lining the muzzle with his hole.
you ram it in and könig cries out, clawing at your forearms. you tighten your grip, thrusting the gun in and out, “that’s it, baby” you whisper and bite his shoulder, making him cry out again. you reach down to play with his clit, adding to the torment. he’s wet the revolver till the grip. the cylinder’s smacking against his dripping folds. “sch-schatz” he moans, his chest heaves and tears spill from his eyes as you abuse his hole, fucking the gun in and out. “i-i need to c-cum” he chokes out, grabbing your forearms to keep himself grounded but it’s no use. “cum for me, baby” you fuck the gun into him harder, hitting that spot that makes him see stars.
next thing you know, he’s crying out, his orgasm washing over him. he can still feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins and making his nerves buzz. you pull out the gun and he whines, “liked it that much, huh?” and he gives you a weak nod. the revolver’s held up in front of him, covered in his fluids. he stares at your hand, “clean it” you say, it’s enough to send his brain into overdrive.
he leans forward, pressing the flat of his tongue on the barrel, licking up to the muzzle. “atta boy,” you mutter watching him clean up his mess.
ftm!ghost and ftm!könig wouldn’t be as insecure as most of you think. continuation of this.
they’re confident. sure, they may have their moments, but they’re confident. that fact remains in the bedroom. they won’t be ashamed of how needy they can get, assured that you can take care of it. ghost would make you admit that only he can make you feel like this, absolute filth spilling from his mouth,
“easy now,” simon presses a kiss to your cheek, bringing himself back down on your cock, “i’m making you feel good, aren’t i?” an impatient huff escapes his nose when you don’t answer quickly enough. slowly, he snakes his hand from your shoulder to your hair, yanking it back. “answer me, love. no one else can satisfy this needy cock of yours like i can? no one else is tight ‘nough for you, huh?” he emphasizes his words when his cunt practically squeezes the life out of your dick.
könig’s words would be kinder, but his actions rougher.
the tip of your nose catches his clit, rewarded by a gasp from him. “oh, mein liebe,” his inner thighs tremble against your head as he humps your face, “my sweet boy— fuuck, right there...” a string of curses, mostly in german, departed from his throat. “just there... mhm, yes!” it was slightly uncomfortable with the way your jaw ached from how quick he was moving, but you pushed away the feeling when you felt him throb against your tongue. “doing so wonderful for me, ja? i’m so close, sweet thing.”
ftm!simon riley who rides your poor cock until you’re frantically attempting to push him off of you. his pussy greedily clenching around you to keep all of your cum in.
“mmhh, good boy. good fuckin’ boy. all this f’me, yeah?”
ftm!könig who sits on your face until you can no longer feel it. he’s aware that he could easily crush you beneath his thighs, but he doesn’t care. you can take it, can’t you?
“scheiße. right there, hnng,” he rocks against your tongue, hands tight on the bed’s headboard, “ah— you can do better than that.”
Maybe I’ll get cancelled or put in a cell for this or something idk
Cw: NSFW, Feet
Soap moaned as he smothered himself with König’s size 16 feet, the man scrunching his toes over his eyes and rubbing his soles all over his face while Ghost grabs König’s ankles as he straddles them and pushes his feet together so they squeeze his cock and trap Soaps nose at the same time as he throat fucks him
Behind them König furiously strokes his cock the prickly sensation of Soap’s facial hair as he rubs his soles against his face and the feeling of Ghost’s hot and heavy cock sliding between his feet is even better coupled with Soap’s spit slicking the space between
Maybe I’ll get cancelled or put in a cell for this or something idk
Cw: NSFW, Feet
Soap moaned as he smothered himself with König’s size 16 feet, the man scrunching his toes over his eyes and rubbing his soles all over his face while Ghost grabs König’s ankles as he straddles them and pushes his feet together so they squeeze his cock and trap Soaps nose at the same time as he throat fucks him
Behind them König furiously strokes his cock the prickly sensation of Soap’s facial hair as he rubs his soles against his face and the feeling of Ghost’s hot and heavy cock sliding between his feet is even better coupled with Soap’s spit slicking the space between
I have decided that I won’t be doing requests on this account
I’m already struggling to write stuff for myself I don’t want to take requests then have people be disappointed because I literally don’t write anything
I might still take suggestions but not actual formal requests if that makes sense
Alleyway Rendezvous
"stay still. we're not done yet."
i read könig's bio. it made me even more motivated doing the render. the pose was supposedly something different (him just standing with a wide stance) but i after pondering on it, i thought this one looked more... feisty.
there are more things that i originally planned that i unfortunately cannot share (if were to be vague, he was supposedly stepping on the... yeah.)
got my rhythm going again. even if i'm not making fully-pledged renders, i like posing random characters.
