Two lads in a snipers nest passing the time how you’d expect. No homo </3 gaz misses his girl, bad.
Price is on first watch.
Kyle is half propped on his backpack, an arm thrown over his eyes. Lets out a sigh that’s not tired, or idle. Intentional. He doesn’t want to repeat himself.
Price doesn’t look, but he hears it. Knows what it is already.
“Mind if I..?”
It’s polite, which only throws him off internally. Most blokes would be crude, make a show to strip the meaning. Not Kyle.
Price stays facing the ridge line. No privacy up here unless one of them fancies scaling down to the river to get off. He just shrugs. “Your watch is in two hours.”
There’s a puase, then movement. Quiet, though not apologetic.
So Price lights a cigar. Keeps his eyes on the water. Listens.
Hears everything.
The sharp intake of breath, the rhythm turning harsh. Doesn’t stop scanning the water below for wildlife even when breath turns harsh, comes slow through the nose like he’s trying to be quiet about it. Then slick. Filthy and honest and unhidden.
Price doesn’t flinch. He takes a long drag, reaches for his canteen and grabs his flask instead. He’ll ignore his own ache until they change shifts, when it’s his turn to lay down and strip bare a piece of him that still feels human. Can’t blame a man for that.
Price drags.
The minute follows.
Kyle’s not cleaning up.
”Must be some girl you’ve got,” John finally says, voice rough.
There’s a pause before the smirk is in Kyle’s voice, breathless. “Proper gal to the lot, Captain. Sweet as anything. Only time I see that side of her is in public.”
“Sounds like you met you match.”
There’s a stutter, a laugh that gets bitten.
“What gets her like that?”
Kyle must shake his head, fondness curling around the filth. “Can’t hardly keep track, sir. Fuck, talking. Dirty mouth she’s got, puts it to good use. Spells it out real sweet in those letters she sends.”
”That’s what you keep reading, then.”
”Half the time,” Kyle hisses, “Swear she thinks about it ‘s much as I do. Makes it look so pretty when I call her, she loves showing off.” He’s trailing off now, voice pitching low and gravely. “Loves when I watch. Drives her mad that she can’t touch herself like I do.”
Gaz groans, his fist slick. “Gotta make it back to her. Smiles when I fuck her rough, Price, she’s a fuckin’ minx, mate. Sweet things probably losing it by now.”
Kyles voice pitches, a sound that’s almost a gasp. Then the following silence. A loud swallowing.
Price ashes his cigar. The burn in his gut has nothing to do with the drink, but he’ll table that for a later time. Behind him, Kyle exhales like he’s been shaken for all he’s worth, loose limbed and spent.
There’s a long moment before Gaz speaks, but his voice is light. Listing just on the edge of teasing. “Just lettin’ me embarrass myself, then?”
“No witness. Except that mess you’re sitting in.” Price snubs his cigar, watching it fly towards the river. “Next time, aim for the rocks.”
Kyle stands, slow like he’s being rebuilt. “Might as well switch now, then.”
Price laughs, knocking him on the shoulder. “Should I prepare you for parental leave?”
me too! Read this as an exploration of his severely malformed attachment issues…or as him being a horny freak both are valid.
So. König has a huge cuckhold fantasy where he's fucking you in front of your partner. Imagines that partner as Ghost because of course they do not get along, and of course you two do. Drives him absolutely mad, and he is not above taking that jealousy out on you.
His roughness would be sudden and unannounced, but not unwelcome. He'd take his time at your mouth, holds you firm by the hair because he knows how much you like when he gets mean. Works you up with his tongue licking against yours, his fingers pawing heavy at your chest while he thinks about Ghost watching. Could nearly feel the heat of his glare just then. Pissed, and as he should be.
Nobody should treat you so carelessly. Only König. Only to prove a point.
He'd undress you hastily. Hike your shirt up and pull your pants barely down your thighs before he's on you. Would use them to trap your legs together and bend you in half, your ass in the air.
The manhandling gets you hot, whining and reactive beneath him. You'd eat up the attention, and it's enough to make his cock twitch. If he really were taking you in front of your precious fucking lieutenant, König can imagine you'd be even wetter. Would surely ask to hang your pretty little head over the edge of the bed to get fucked. Christ, not that he'd let you. He's going to have Ghost watch, nothing else. König would sooner spill blood than share you like that.
Knees to your chest, he would make you spread yourself for him while he lines himself up. It's humiliating, makes König feel like he's fucking ravaging you when he finally sinks the tip in.
He almost rethinks not prepping you, but you beg him to keep going and he can't. Can't fucking listen to you when you say please. Smothers your mouth with his hand and sinks lower with the new angle.
It'd be slow, but he'd make a good show of pushing his cock into you, inch by inch by fucking inch. You'd feel it good the next morning, and maybe someone will notice the way you limp. How you wince over every bump in the road, when you bend low enough to feel the ache inside of you.
While he's fucking into you his muttering are desperate, promises of "I can make you feel this way whenever you want, you just have to ask." Imagines Ghost would have his throat for that, but his balls are fucking heavy and he's enjoying the way they pat against your ass. Uses the bounce of your body to fuck you silly on his cock.
“Feels so much better when I do it, hm? Like it better this way, don't you?" And you'd go along with it, eyes screwed tight in search of your orgasm. He'd fuck it out of you, hold you down with a hand over your neck, his thumb resting where your pulse is strongest.
He'd draw it out as long as he could, but his orgasm would hit him sudden and unstoppable. You'd still be riding aftershocks, spasming against him when he comes. Spills inside of you, and it's the best orgasm König thinks he's ever had. Watches your eyes go big and wide before they flutter, roll sinfully back behind your lashes.
"Heilige scheiße." And there's ropes of it dripping from his cock, tethering him to you. Drenching the dark hair along his inner thighs, slipping down your ass... Quite a mess, he thinks with a watering mouth.
Ghost would clean it up for you. For the both of you. In his fantasy, at least.
Instead of recoiling with that information, Konig brings your fingers up to his lips, barely kissing them as he speaks. “Does that mean I should stop?”
A ‘yes’ jumps to your throat like a hiccup, reflexive. I’m married. I vowed to only love one person, to only take a bed with one person, to be faithful to one, single person.
You honored that.
His voice is already in your ear, present more when he's gone than when he's home. “We made a deal, sweetheart.”
Encouraging you to get your hands dirty as well.
It’s a twist of the knife buried in your side, but you can’t resist wondering if he takes his ring off before crawling up next to that nights chase. If he remembers the vows he whispered to you the day you were remade, or if his amendments voided the original. You wonder if he even tells them he’s married. Or if he waits until they find out—
The press of teeth drag over your wrist, the sharp edge reverberating to the marrow. It sets that growing pit of resentment and guilt on fire. The heat is pure, melting the hardened lock on your resolve. When you meet König’s eyes they reflect that fierceness. The burn.
please can i request feral konig with a breeding kink
i've written and posted this before, but i'll have something new this weekend B^) feel free to throw more ideas in my inbox!
König x f!reader / 18+! MDNI / breeding, dirty talk, size kink.....filth.
You push the head down, lower and lower until it notches back into place, right inside of you. König’s eyes find yours, mutterings finally silenced.
“Again,” you tell him, but he’s searching, sure that he heard you wrong, even if his body understood. His heavy balls pat against your ass when he tries find sense in your demand. "But. But, what if--"
You push your arms over your head in a stretch, your breasts arching up to tease your nipples against the scruff on his chin. You want him to put his mouth back on you. He does too, but the hand that rubs the space below your navel makes his concern clear. You tilt your head at him. “But what? What if it takes?”
And just the words being out in the open has him reeling. His eyes snap back to yours, wide, caught. You meet him with a smile, pressing his hand down lower, firmer until it’s over the bump where his cock bulges from within you. “Isn’t that what you want?”
And it’s deserved, really, when König rips himself out of you just long enough to toss you onto your stomach, hips dug into the bed when he re-enters you in a swift, embarrassingly loud stroke. He pumps you twice before letting his weight sink him lower, deeper into you.
“You have no idea what I—want.”
The moans that he punches out of you are obscene, and you’re thankful you can smother them in the mattress. König rarely takes you from behind, always wanting to look at you. Was obsessed with your expression, the bounce of your breast, the view of him bulging your stomach, but flat on your front like this his cock kisses the very end of your cunt and threatens to fuck you right to your womb. It’s the deepest he’s ever been, the tip of him feeling like it would reach your throat if he kept pushing it in. Every slap of his hips has your ass shaking in response, and all you can do is let him bludgeon your little cunt, head shaking as he grabbed your shoulder for better leverage. “I’ve worn the shape of my cock into you, Liebling. It feels so good. I can feel your guts when I’m this deep.”
He’s bent over you, one hand gripping the head board hard enough that his tanned knuckles blanch white, the other lifting your face from where you’d burrowed it. You’re drooling, eyes unfocused until you look up and, oh lovely. It’s his black-smudged eyes that meet you, upside down. His face splits in an almost frightening smile. Now he can fuck you stupid and watch.
König meets every moan from you with the slap of his heavy balls to your clit, his head coming down to rest against your shoulder. The briefest prickle of stubble when he leaves open-mouthed kisses across your neck. It has you tightening, fingers twisting around the hand he’s used to prop himself up on. You can feel him smile against your pulse, the only warning before he bites into it.
When he pulls back you can feel his spit warm at your neck, the tender start of a bruise blooming beneath it. He’s snaked his arms around you in a gentle headlock, squeezing once just to laugh and let go. Another time, he promises. You’re buzzing, and that’s before his other hand takes one of yours, guiding it beneath your stomach to frame his cock. It’s hard to wrap your head around how big it is, how it disappears inside of you.
“Play with yourself. I want to feel it,” he urges, puppeteering your fingers with his own to roll your clit. You take over, but his hand stays, ghosting along with you.
“That’s it. I want to see you fat with my child, your little body taken with me. I’ll sow my seed until it’s deep, Liebling. Are you sure you want me to? Tell me that, please.”
You’re cock drunk, absolutely ruined off of this man. Not even sure what you’re sobbing out until it reaches your ears: desperate, pathetic little cries of fill me, fill me, fill me.
His thrusts are sloppy but no less accurate, the head of his cock grinding too perfectly into your squishy g-spot and sending you halfway off the edge. You’re spasming around him, the wet clutch you have around his cock outright crude, and he laughs, muttering almost to himself, “Messy girl, you always make such a mess.”
He’s pulling apart your cheeks, getting his fill of the sight of you speared on his cock.
“How are you still hard,” you whine, aftershocks wracking you. He can feel them, you’re sure.
König slurs against your neck, almost laughing. His hips snap back down into you, and your pussy welcomes him home.
It’s hours and hours later, when you’d been fucked half to sleep, sated and full with König resting inside of you. He’s spent, but the more come that leaks out, the more he has to put back in. When his hips shift, you don’t even stir.
Quietly, he whispers into the outline of his teeth pressed to your shoulder. “Your little quim can take more, Liebling. I’ll fuck you until you are full with a whole litter.”
Cocky brat König who moans when you degrade him, and laughs while throwing those words back in your face. Begs to be restrained just to break out when he decides he’s through, wearing the broken cuffs like trophies, or telling you to pull on his leash while he pushes your head to the mattress and slamfucks you.
And if you started apologizing? Begging him to go easy on you? He’d fold you in half and taunt, “Where is that spine of yours now? Keep whining, this will toughen you up.”
The storyline is 2 years prior to what happened on Human Expenditure Program, some info are not canon and are only made to fit my AU while others (mostly basic info) are from the actual canon or has been confirmed by the creator itself
This AU is rated RPG, cause of blood, violence, trauma, PTSD, revenge, suicide attempts, and other not-safe-for-kids things etc etc
Design is by me and AU is by me
But the actual characters and game is by the rightful owner or creator (shroomychrist)
Story wouldn’t be constant or slow in progress due to my own social life and having other stuff to do
Be cautious
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After the events of that horrifying night, Eun-mi and Toby hides from the authoritie’s eyes and lived with a new name, Samantha and Nill. She has nowhere else to go, and no family member could ever take care of Toby, so she had to take him with her and this fearful way of living. They live with double disguises, hiding from the police and out of the case she wasn’t even willing to create, all because of her greed and cowardice.
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Harvey is supposed to be dead
He isn’t
And now………Eun-mi has debt to pay
All covered in blood and regret
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More information and the base storyline are under construction
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