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[twilishark]

The legendary lawngator lies in wait for his prey: your toes

[kiwisinlingerie]

Vocal

Pairing: Roach/König Warnings: N/A Contains: Face riding, copious amounts of biting, minor feminisation the elephant in the room that is König′s dick.  Rating: E Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2  AU: Falconry Au ( @hurrraaid ) Word length: 1401

Summary: In the grand scheme of things, König really shouldn’t have underestimated the determination of a 5′7′’ man intent on suffocating between his thighs. 

Authors Note: I typically write WLW so this was a nice change of pace for once haha. Also apologies for any incorrect German, my grasp of the language is basic at best. 

‘words here’ - thought “words here” - Sign Language 

[AO3]

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Garry 'Roach' Sanderson is a demon. 

A foul tempter hidden beneath a boyish face that gave away nothing of his nature. It had started off simple, a touch that lasted too long in the staff room, lingering stares across the weathering lawn that made König's stomach churn unexpectedly. 

He'd taken to learning sign before departing for Price's centre, the concept of not being able to communicate with a future co-worker had filled him with anxiety more than the move to another country. 

This decision has only served to provide him with regrets he barely comprehends. What had begun as a simple help with learning, casual conversations about birds, had dissolved into the smaller man stating his desires to him with unabashed confidence, surely enjoying the way his cheeks flush over the mask and his stumbled excuses to Soap as to the fluster. 

It's the statement about riding his face and the aftermath that lead to this, König knelt over the smaller man's face, trying not to combust from embarrassment. 

Roach had been unrelenting once behind closed doors, having shown up to König's temporary home with a cheeky look, the Austrian man barely able to greet him before he's near snapped in half with the force used to pull him into a kiss. 

König barely hears the door click shut and lock, too distracted by Roach and the feel of hands pulling at his clothes to pay anything else attention.

They shuffle backwards, brief moments of relief as t shirts and jackets are peeled off before the kissing resumes, coming to a stop at last as König's calves hit the bed. 

"Ah, wait-" 

Roach doesn't wait. König's not sure if the other knows how to, cold hand pressing flush against his bare chest before pushing, sending the giant of a man sprawling across the bedding. 

His dick twitches, already half hard since the pain of being forcefully bent had rippled up his spine. The sight of Roach looming over him, smug look on his face, making him both want to hide and pull the smaller man down to his level. 

The latter wins, a strange bout of confidence, no doubt caused by Roach's undivided attention, causing him to take the brunette by the wrist and yank him down, dominance remaining in his favour until he catches sight of the look Roach is giving him. 

A brief moment of surprise gives way to a smirk, König's mind filling the silence of how the other would tease him were he verbal. 'eager are we?' 

Perhaps. It was hard not to be when Roach had seemingly read him like a book and found ways to push every button correctly without ever being told. 

"Be vocal for me." 

The kiss this time isn't as desperate. It's almost sweet even. Roach' s hand on his cheek stops him from chasing his lips when the smaller man pulls away, an inaudible chuckle from him before he begins to trail kisses down his neck. 

Every scar gets attention, a kiss to each one, sinking teeth into his chest with enough force that König swears, whining in his native tongue as the Brit showed no signs of stopping. 

"Bitte… Please…" König near begs, words escaping how to properly voice his wants. Bite me until I cum. Mark me as yours. Blow me until I'm breathless. Fuck me into the sheets relentlessly. All thoughts he craves to express but can't vocalise. 

Roach pulls up from his assault on König's chest, drool extending from lips to a chest already starting to bloom with bruises and bitemarks, eyes flicking down to his groin, still clothed and straining, before laughing his phantom chuckle once more. 

He keeps his eyes on König's as he continues his descent down his body, both lips and teeth graving skin until stopping at the waistband of his trousers. A kiss to his cock through the fabric before Roach withdraws, tugging both sweatpants and underwear down to leave König bare. 

König feels his cheeks bloom darker, squeezing his eyes shut and looking away as Roach's eyes darkened with lust. He's big. Big in all ways. The expectation creeping in that Roach had changed his mind, that he'd just want to ride him and nothing more becoming more and more present. 

His brain is stuttered into silence as his leg is folded up onto the bed, a loud moan ripping from his throat as the biting resumed. Roach isn't gentle and, frankly, König prefers it that way, the perfect blend of both pain and pleasure swirling in his brain as bites turned to sucking and back again. 

He's teasing him, König realises, trailing bites up his thighs only to begin on the other, painting pale skin like a canvas with purples and yellows. "Schnecke, bitte, stop teasing me." He whines, swallowing thickly as Roach stops and peers up at him from between his legs, mouth releasing skin with a near inaudible pop. 

Roach stands, crawling back onto the bed, up and past König, the redhead following the smaller man with his eyes, utterly bemused. What was he doing? Watching the other move pillows, lay down on his back, wiggling to make himself comfortable before looking back over to König, tapping his chest expectantly. 

Oh. That's what…fuck. 

He thought that had been a joke. Another means to get under König's skin. Harmless flirting that had haunted the Austrian's dreams these past few weeks. He hadn't believed Roach was completely serious until now, the mute man huffing at the lack of speed from König as he aggressively signed "My face. Now."

There's a level of apprehension to his actions as he follows Roach up the bed, cautiously positioning himself with his knees either side of his head, cursing as he looked down only to be greeted by a face of pure satisfaction. Roach was, if anything, the cat who got both the cream and the canary. 

"I need you to-fuck!" König starts only to stutter to a stop as Roach kisses his shaft, a brief contact that flatlines his thoughts to nothing beyond a mantra of Roach's name. Small hands guide his hips, tip brushing against an all too eager mouth, König releasing a pleased little gasp and moan as lips wrapped around him. 

His pace starts off slow, a conscious effort to not hurt the smaller man, never more aware of the size of his dick, thighs and strength. It's not enough for Roach, however, hands gripping into thighs and hips tightly, pulling him down and deeper into his throat, König's thighs tightening as Roach moaned around and down him. 

"Fuck my mouth like a good girl." Is rapidly signed before hands grip large thighs once more, König electing to live up to the praise and doing as he's told. Its near overloading, the wet warmth of Roach's mouth, the nails digging into flesh, his hand gripping brown hair tightly as his hips snap forward and back with deep, unrelenting thrusts. 

He can visual the praise, the smaller man telling him how good he's being, how he's such a good, good girl for him. It drives him to thrust harder, to be rougher with Roach's mouth, waiting for him to tell him to ease up only for him to adjust and swallow or moan around him. 

König is aware of how loud he's being, his anxiety to his neighbours evaporated as his brain overfilled with Roach's name, curses and demands to know if he was the other's good girl, all of which spilled from his lips in fervent prayer. 

"I'm gonna-" His attempts to pull out are stopped by the painful grip on his scratched up thighs, climaxing down the smaller man's throat and its then, and only then, that Roach allows him to remove himself from his mouth. 

Roach looks dishevelled, cheeks flushed and panting, fingers tracing the letters of 'good girl' into König's flesh. He tries to ignore how the words make his dick twitch, plays ignorant to how Roach fully noticed his returned arousal. 

He slips out from beneath him, Roach kneeling and capturing his lips. König can taste himself on the other's lips and tongue, the hand curling gently in his hair, surprisingly gentle considering moments ago he was riding the smaller man's face.

"Can I fuck you?" König's eyes flick from hands to eyes post kiss, taking in the request before licking his lips and swallowing. 

"Please."

[jackidy]

Heart Murmur

Pairing: Roach/König   Warnings: N/A Contains: self reflection, sexuality reflection and realisation, comfort no hurt, John Price’s ferrets being ferrets    Rating: T Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2  AU: Falconry Au ( @hurrraaid ) Word length: 871

Summary:  Roach can't define it, not really. Comparisons come in the form of bodily ailments, an itch he can't scratch, a twist in his stomach. A heart murmur that keeps catching him by surprise.

[AO3]

Authors Note: Apologies for any errors I got out of laser eye surgery earlier today and my vision is left wanting lmao. CCTV bit based on this art by Hurraaid

“I’m a cute lil bug man” - Sign language 

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There's something about König that eludes him, something that makes him an enigma despite being the definition of an open book at times.

Roach can't define it, not really. Comparisons come in the form of bodily ailments, an itch he can't scratch, a twist in his stomach. A heart murmur that keeps catching him by surprise.

Romance was never something he partook in. It was just about the gratification that came with sex and nothing more, the endless chase for cheap, quick thrills with no strings attached.

Then König happened.

He graces him with fond looks, warm and inviting, expressive eyes brimming with a soft affection that ignited an inferno within him. The morning after smiles, the sleepy mumbles of good morning in either English or German, a promise of breakfast in a gentle kiss that brings back the murmur in its entirety.

Roach believed all he wanted from his voice was desperation and begging, pleased little gasps and whimpers for more or harder. Wanted to be able to hear the effect his words and hands had on him. Hear him be vocal enough for the both of them.

But then he finds himself drawn to the excited lilt in his voice when talking about vultures. Like a moth to the flame he's enraptured, a foreign feeling blooming in his chest as König enthusiastically talks of both Fuschl and Ötzi.

He wonders if König has ever spoken about him with that tone, an unknown warmth blooming in his cheeks at the warmth.

Eyes focus on the CCTV screens, gripping the warm mug resting between his hands a little tighter. There was no time to pay attention to the mess König was making him, scanning the aviaries with fledglings before movement on another screen catches his attention.

Its König and Gaz, Roach watching with interest as they talked, smile tugging at his lips at how expressively König spoke with his hands.

The smile turns to laughter, vocal and loud, filling the air of the staffroom with genuine mirth as the Austrian lays down flat on the ground, phone out to photograph Ötzi.

He can hear the compliments König paid his laugh the last time he'd used it, when the giant of a man explained how he'd learnt German Sign at first before his sister had pointed out that Roach would know British instead. Cute. Joyful. König had descended into rapidly spoken German that, if his meagre attempts at translation were to be believed, was akin to the whimsical nature of bumble bees.

Maybe Simon was right, Roach biting his lower lip with worry as he continued to watch König and Gaz, Gaz now having joined the other on the floor. Maybe this was the affliction of affection, the radiating warmth of König's light having drawn him in and now Roach was terrified he was but Icarus in the midst of reaching for the sun.

What if it doesn't work out? What if he simply leads König along, a promise of romance he can't fulfil and the feeling of being trapped in a one sided agreement with the fear of hurting him.

Simon had laughed at him when he'd explained this in rambled sign, trying to conceptualise his confusion as his hands moved almost too sporadically to form words. "It's called having a crush, ya pillock"

Was that it? Grubs first crush and its on a giant walking embodiment of social anxiety. It's funny, really, laughing again only this time his phantom one.

A hand claps on his shoulder, Roach jumping and turning in his seat to find Price, surprisingly ferretless. He looks amused, the concerned tilt of his eyebrows not hiding the fact he's clearly laughing at a joke Roach isn't yet privy to.

"Ferret for your thoughts?" Prince inquires, giving Roach space to think over his response, the click of the kettle beginning the timer to articulation in Roach's mind.

Does he tell Price? Ask for help from the one man who both had life experience and was least likely to mock him. It was sound in theory but the hesitation lingered of being open with his feelings and embracing the theory that he's been wrong in his thoughts of himself all along.

His self imposed time goes off with the rumbling of boiling water, the sound of it pouring into chipped, stained mugs and the slide of another cup of tea across the counter beside him.

Roach turns to Price, watching his boss take over flicking through the CCTV, not taking his attention away as he reprimanded the ferret in his sleeve for trying to drink his tea.

What's the worst that could happen? Price hadn't harshly reprimanded neither Soap nor Simon for their blatant flirting and that had long since become a worldwide problem. Roach refuses to believe his confusion over how König makes him feel is as bad as that.

Like a child, he gently takes hold of Price's sleeve, careful to not be too rough with the fleece in case either Deadshot or Daiquiri were in there. "What is it, son?"

Taking a moment to breathe, Roach carefully signs out his question, a nervous energy tingling in his fingers.

"How do you know if you're in love?"

[twilishark]

Stinky little dumplings 💕

[twilishark]

POV: you just tried to explain your gender funk to your short male BFF and he misinterpreted it to him thinking you want to be short 

can we get a moment of silence for Pat’s patience in this trying time, thank you

[twilishark]

After visiting Rito Village in campaign and meeting @hurrhurrr‘s boy’s childhood friend and long suffering friend/roommate I had to drew both of them as kids before realising i hate drawing the plumage!

Perks of dating a falconer who works with both these eagles is that i have plenty of gorgeous reference photos of them in juvenile plumage! 

Miro (NPC) is a martial eagle and Hal (PC) is a African Fish Eagle. 

[twilishark]

Went for a beach walk.

someone got to ride in the bag when both he and me got overwhelmed and needed to move quicker.

He got ferret paste ll over my water bottle :T

thanking @hurrraaid for getting the photos

[twilishark]

A new to the internet but not really OC because who saw that coming from me? 

Meet Stapes, a former reaper and general henchman for a creature known as the Wisp King. Is, for all intent and purposes, a bard necromancer who uses music to raise and control the dead. 

From a wee project thing i’ve been working on with @hurrraaid