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Spartober day 12 Spanking (VerNero)

Author's Note: This was Really fun to write i am a sucker for Father/Son shenanigans, again as usual there is no outright smut just alot of kinky foreplay and dirty talk my usual jam of course. I hope you all enjoy today's prompt! Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 ( I use a combination of SparTober and Devil MayTober Prompts) 12: Spanking (VerNero) "Nero you foolish boy!" Vergil chided with seething rage his voice stern as he almost growled his anger was more like a strike to the heart than a booming bomb of ballistics…He shook his head gently, Nero had done something wrong during their hunt risking his life in the process and it aggrieved Vergil to his core the thought of losing another loved one was his biggest fear, he didn't want to lose his only son, especially not due to such recklessness.

Nero threw his arms up in defence as he let out an exasperated sigh “.What’s the matter, Vergil? Not impressed by your own son’s courage? Let me tell you something. A real devil hunter doesn’t back down from a fight, even if it means risking his life. If I have to die to protect others, then so be it!”

"NO!, you cant be this wreckless i wont allow it!, no son of mine is going on a suicidal mission just to prove his worth!" Vergil raised his voice slightly as he grabbed Nero by the shoulders bringing him close. his heart raced and his mind was clouded with rage and fear

"Don't you Dare throw your life away for some pathetic human, we are the lineage of Sparda, while we dont back down from fights there's bravery in knowing when to stop and what you did was stupid not brave…"

Rolling his eyes Nero shook his head as he continued to defend himself “Father, I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life, or how to fight demons. You’re just trying to protect me because you’re worried I might end up like you. But here’s the thing: I’m not you. I’m me, and I’m ready to prove it.”

"You dare accuse me of such foolishness, I know full well you and i are not alike, but for goodness sake why throw yourself so willingly into danger like that, you're worse than Dante…" Vergil sighed trying to compose himself as he sat down trying to save himself from his inner Demonic side .

"Come here…" he said, patting his lap gently.

Nero raised a brow in surprise..pleasant surprise as he spoke gently “I’m glad you’re not as controlling as I thought, Father. I’m sorry about yelling at you. But I can’t just sit back and let demons have their way with humanity, y’know? I have to fight for those who can’t defend themselves, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. No matter the cost” he sighed gently as he did as he was told and sat down on Vergil’s lap.

"My dear sweet thing…my darling boy…I know you wish to serve a great cause here with Dante and i..and while that is admirable..I can't allow you to keep putting yourself in harm's way, what if I lost you..hmm?, would you really want that? '' Vergil sighed softly, lifting Nero's chin gently, he knew of a way for Nero to make up for his transgressions..he knew full well what he had to do, what any father would do…

Nero’s eyes widened with shock as he realised what Vergil was about to do. They had agreed in the past that if Nero ever got out of line with Vergil they wouldn't brawl or spar the way Dante and Vergil did no..this was..special, they decided on a proper punishment fit for family…

“Father, no! I didn’t mean it, please! I can fight just as well as Dante. I know I can. Please don’t do this!”

He tried to get up, scrambling out of Vergil’s lap but to no avail, Vergil held him tight using his demonic strength to grip him by the wrist and keep him by his side.

"ah ah ah…Nero..we've discussed this, when you misbehave like this, I'll take care of you the way any father should..and spare me the waterworks…i know full well you'll learn from this..you always do in the end.." Vergil purred gently stroking Nero's cheek.

“Father please, you can’t do this! I can change, I swear! Just give me another chance!” Nero pleaded with a whimper.

Nero writhed and struggled against Vergil’s grip, desperate to escape his grasp. But it was futile. Vergil had far greater strength than him. He let out a defeated sigh, realising that he had to accept his fate.

"That's my boy, look at me" Vergil said as he lifted Nero's chin brushing his thumb against his bottom lip, he smirked softly at Nero's blush. letting out a content sigh he almost chuckled.

"You struggled earlier ..but you gave in, you always give in to me in the end..so eager to please…"

Nero looked away, hating himself for giving in to Vergil. He didn’t want to be like this, but he couldn’t deny it was true.

“I guess you’re right, Father…I always cave eventually. I don’t have to like it to admit that. But this time felt different, I’ll do my best to make you proud. No more misbehaviour. I promise.``

He returned his focus on Vergil. He noticed their positions weren’t helping his situation. It felt…too close. Too intimate.

Vergil hummed in approval "I accept that about you my boy, but we're finished yet, we still need to settle the matter…" he said as he noticed how close they were he enjoyed it as he grinned deviously.

"now…over my knees.." he said as he clicked his fingers gesturing for him to do as he was told.

Nero’s face turned a bright shade of red. He felt embarrassed but also…curious. He did what he had to do. He crawled over to Vergil and bent over just the way he was told. He tried to resist but he ended up obeying his father nonetheless.

Vergil smirked softly as he brushed his hand over Nero's backside with a sigh "now…the matter of how much you deserve for your Arrogance…"

Nero trembled. A nervous sweat formed on his forehead. He felt his cheeks flush with a burning heat that would put an inferno to shame. He wanted to look away, to escape the embarrassment…He couldn't help but feel…aroused. The way Vergil's hand caressed his body…the way it made him feel so vulnerable. A part of him wanted Vergil to do more. He knew this was wrong…but he was so weak to resistance.

"Nero..i asked you a question.." Vergil said sternly as he lifted his son's chin up to face him, his eyes cold but his gaze warm, a powerful contrast of how they both felt; this irresistible pull toward each other they had felt it years ago in the Qliphoth it was written that they'd give in.

Nero trembled from excitement and fear, his mind running rampant with lust and confusion.

“W-what? What do you mean, Father?" He knew full well what Vergil was implying, but he didn't dare tell him the truth.

"Don't play coy with me Boy, I asked you how much you deserve for your punishment, and your serious lack of judgement.." Vergil hissed almost swatting then and there but he resisted gripping Nero's thighs instead.

Nero flinched with nervous anticipation from Vergil's touch. Every single one of his nerve endings felt like they were on fire. He was so excited…and yet so nervous. He wanted Vergil to keep going…but he also knew he shouldn't…Nero could barely speak, his voice a soft whisper as a result.

"I deserve…at least…ten, Father…Nero let out a soft moan as he whispered the last word."

"Ah an even Ten hmm?, Twenty would too cruel of me wouldn't it my boy?" Vergil asked with a dark chuckle tracing his hands along the curve of Nero's backside. he was teasing of course both verbally and physically , he knew just how to get a rise out of him. even if it was wrong, even if this wasn't an ideal form of parenting, its what worked for them.

The caress of Vergil's hands sent a shiver down Nero's spine. He bit his lip in anticipation for whatever was coming next. He knew how his father's punishments went, and they were never pleasant by any means. Yet despite the pain, he couldn't help but feel pleasure from the way Vergil treated him. It confused him, but he couldn't deny the feelings anymore. Nero moaned softly again.

"Mm?, you are aware you aren't meant to be enjoying this….perhaps Twenty is good enough for you…" Vergil said coldly as he slid down Nero's jeans and proceeded to grip the tender flesh against his hands the sensation of Nero's bare backside made his head spin.

Nero let out a moan of delight. His heart was racing, but his body felt so relaxed…so hot and flushed. He felt so vulnerable as he stood there, naked in front of his father. But at the same time, he felt free. He couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a faint grin.

Vergil chided "Naughty Boy, you know better than that~" he purred low in his voice like velvet as it echoed in the halls of the Devil May Cry office. He swatted him gently as a warning showing he was just warming up.

Nero clenched his teeth to hold back any other moans. That one swat was already enough to send him over the edge. But Vergil's warm voice, and his caress sent his body into a frenzy. He struggled to stay quiet, but each swat sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

"Ah..it seems we need to start over, you got up to 5..and yet I didn't seem to hear any counting…" Vergil said as he lifted Nero's chin up to face him wrapping a hand around his son's throat as he spoke in a sultry tone "Just the moans of a needy ..dirty...boy…"

Nero whimpered as he felt Vergil's hand grip his neck. As much as he hated it, he loved it too. To be dominated by his father, to feel his fingers run over his body..to be called…dirty…Nero had never felt more alive, more vulnerable. He looked up at Vergil with burning passion in his eyes. He wanted…no, he needed more.

"Answer me when i speak to you Nero, i said…." he paused, gradually getting more aggressive with his tone, he swatted at him as he spoke one last time "Count, them, all, Now!" he said in between harsh blows to Nero's already pink tinted behind.

"Y-Yes..Father…" Nero took a deep breath. He could do this, no matter how hard it might be. He was going to count and he was going to do it right this time. "One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…" *Nero paused as he felt Vergil swat him. His vision blurred with each blow, but he forced himself to continue. "Nine…ten…eleven…twelve…thirteen…fourteen…" Nero struggled to keep his voice from breaking. The pain…the pleasure…it was both overwhelming and euphoric.

"Good boy, serves you right misbehaving like this not only putting your life at risk but submitting to me so easily, such eagerness, you might as well had shaken your hips and begged to take you right up against Nico's van , with the way you've been moaning for me~" he chided his voice low and velvety almost mesmerising to Nero's ears he continued.

"Keep going, you've reached Fifteen, you have another five more to go…"

Nero's face was bright pink from the embarrassment and pleasure. He could feel his insides being turned upside down from the way Vergil caressed him. Every swat sent shivers down his spine. He didn't care. He wanted more to happen. "Fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…twenty." He let out a low growl of satisfaction.

Vergil gave one last extra blow, nice and hard and swift so quick it had the same effect as a whip due to his demonic strength and speed. "That's it…there…I believe you've had enough, any further and you'd make a mess of yourself just from the mindless pleasure this brings you…but remember my boy this a punishment ….not a hand out…"

Nero let out a moan of pleasure as the last blow landed. He had never felt so alive…and so filled with desire. A part of him wished Vergil would hurt him more. He was so close…just one more hit…would've driven him over the edge. But he knew his father was right, any more and he would've given in completely. Still, he wanted more, so much more. He struggled to catch his breath as he glared up at his father.

Vergil raised a brow as he gripped Nero's jaw forcing him upward so that his son sat in his lap " You haven't learned a thing you wanton Minx…" he chuckled darkly. "Perhaps you need more than just my hand…"

Nero felt a rush of blood fill his face as it flushed bright red. He suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and vulnerable, but at the same time…a strange thrill ran through him. To be called…a wanton minx…by his father…Nero shuddered…was Vergil flirting with him?

"My dear boy, now's not the time for embarrassment, you wanted this , you suggested it as form of punishment, and here you are moaning and squirming for me…don't pretend i didn't notice just how excited this made you…i can feel it up against me…so eager..so vulnerable..so..delectable " he chuckled softly with a smirk.

Nero felt the blood running through his body heat up. His heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his cheeks burn with excitement as Vergil spoke in such sultry tones. His eyes were glued to Vergil's. And yet…he hated it. He knew his father was just teasing him, and yet it had such a profound effect on him. It was humiliating…and yet, thrilling, too. Why did this feel so…good? It was wrong…

"You want more don't you?" Vergil asked with a purr, stroking his son's cheek delicately, his eyes locked on his enjoying the puppy eyed expression he received from him. "Use your words Nero, you're a big boy…say it…out loud. Say it loud and clear for me…tell me what you want…"

Nero hesitated, but before he knew it, the words were already spilling out of his mouth. He had to admit it. His father was right.

"Yes…Father…" It was such a simple word, but his voice sounded so lustful, so desperate. And he felt it at his core too. "I want…more…"

"No..No i want to hear you beg for it…this is your punishment, I should've done this sooner, teasing you with what you desire, your forbidden fruit just within arms reach but i won't let you have it, no…ill use to my advantage..make you behave and maybe…just maybe..if you're a good boy…." Vergil hummed in thought as he brought Nero close to his lip barely an inch between them as he paused.

"I'll give you a reward beyond your wildest dreams….".

Nero was already feeling weak in the knees as Vergil spoke. His voice was so close now…Nero felt his breath become heavy, but he needed that reward…He needed it desperately. With that last word from Vergil, Nero's heart was racing. He had to play his cards right. He couldn't mess up.

"Please Father…give it to me…I-I'll behave from now on. I'll…I'll be a good boy for..for you. I promise. But don't tease me anymore, this is torture…I can't hold back…p-please Father…"

Nero's whimpers brought joy to Vergil, like music to his ears a symphony of pleas that made him shiver, he knew his Son would behave in the end but he needed full confirmation before continuing. "Then say it, tell me you'll behave, tell me exactly what it is you'll refrain from ever doing again, the One thing that got you into this mess in the first place…"

Nero struggled to hold back. He didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to if he ever wanted Vergil to stop teasing him like this. He closed his eyes and inhaled. His mind raced as he looked back up at his father. He knew what had to come out of his mouth next, but he was too embarrassed to say it. But he had to, for both of their sakes. So he bit his tongue and let out the words, even though it was painful to speak them. He needed that reward.

"I…I won't be reckless ever again…"

Vergil smirked "Never ever?, not even if Dante tempts you?, or Nico or anyone for that matter..would you go against your fathers wishes again and earn the truly hard way not to cross me?…"

"Never again, Dad…I swear it…" Nero said with desperation in his voice. He felt so embarrassed to admit it like that, but he had to. He wanted Vergil to stop teasing him, to stop dangling the reward in front of him just out of reach.

"I won't disobey you…I won't go running off on my own. Not even for Dante or Nico…just for you…Father…"

"Good boy…you'll learn soon enough, now..get out of my sight before i change my mind and take you where you stand…" he paused blushing darkly seeing Nero in his lap obviously his words were in a metaphorical sense.

Nero felt his face turn bright red as he realised how close they were in all senses of the word. He couldn't meet his father's eyes, but he could feel Vergil's hot breath against his face. He needed to put some distance between the two of them, but he didn't want Vergil to stop. The punishment was over, but the teasing wasn't. The feeling made Nero feel…excited, anxious, nervous, and confused all at once. He needed…no, he wanted more.

Vergil raised a brow as he saw Nero closing in on him that mere ich of space now gone as he felt his son's soft plump lips up against his own, he froze with a shiver as he closed his eyes and kissed back deeply running his hands through Nero's hair.

Nero was overwhelmed as he felt Vergil's lips press against his own. His heart was pounding like never before, but despite the nerves, it felt…good. Vergil's touch was so soft…so delicate. And yet, so passionate. He felt like he was soaring through the clouds, free from any worries or inhibitions. He wanted this feeling to last forever. And yet…there was some regret in the back of his mind. He should not be doing this. But he couldn't help himself. He let out a soft murmur.

"Father…more…"

"Mmm patience…be patient my boy, all good comes to those who wait…." Vergil purred with a smirk as he let his tongue meet with Nero's in a lust filled frenzy as he slowly caressed his chest and rested his hands at his son's hips gripping them with authority.

Nero felt his body go limp as the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. His senses were sent flying as his head spun. The sound of Vergil's dark and sultry purrs drove him wild. He felt each inch of Vergil's body caress his as they held each other close. It felt as if time stood still. Nero's whole world was consumed by Vergil, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Three's a Crowd

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Summary: a situationship between your lieutenant and your colonel that leads to obscene measures.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader x König, unprotected piv and dp sex, kinda cuckold (?, light spanking, dacryphilia, praising/humiliating, lots of pet names, breeding kink, choking, no use of y/n

NSFW under the cut

You didn't know exactly how, but you ended up in a situationship between the colonel and your lieutenant, none of them knowing about each other.

Ghost was never the jealous type, at least that's what he said. But some things changed when he heard your voice when he was passing in front of König's room.

"Scheiße, baby." He moaned. It wasn't so loud, but since Ghost had keen senses and was practically merging his ear with the door, it was loud enough for him to hear. He was startled, how could you do this?

For a brief moment, he felt insecure. Was he not enough for you? That's why you had to find someone else to give you pleasure? But you've always told him how it was good, how he fucked you just the way you liked it.

Lieutenant 'not the jealous type' Ghost.

Ironical.

But that feeling changed when he was pinning your face to the mattress, ass up, his cock abusing your hole. He held his phone up, filming how your ass jiggled when he thrusted hard inside you. Your arms were tied behind your back with his belt, and he held them before pulling out and jerking himself off, coming on your ass, cum dripping down your big lips.

And, well, that video was 'accidentally' sent to König's e-mail. 

She lets me cum inside.

Ghost could not fucking believe the answer he read on the phone. He expected König to back off, but apparently König had the same expectations.

He couldn't confront you, and the idea of sharing you with his superior was slowly driving him nuts. You noticed he started fucking you rougher, he'd shoot videos of you two having sex saying he needed those to remind him of you. Of course it was weird at first, but you could trust him, or so you thought.

On the other side, König was also a bit different, the man was once calm, always taking his time with you, but he started to enjoy being meaner. He'd either deny or overstimulate you until you cried on his girthy and long dick hitting your cervix. 

One day, while gagging on König's dick, you noticed him eyeing the locked phone on the bed, beside him. Without stopping, you reached for it and opened the camera, placing it on his large palm. He looks down at you, confused, and you give him a cock drunk smile. He didn't want to ask to film you, so this was pretty much convenient for him.

That was the first video he sent to Ghost in response to him fucking you senseless.

He was speechless. His cocky demeanor vanished as he tried to come up with a snarky response. Nothing could've prepared him to see you drooling on another cock. Unintentionally, the sight of you sucking another guy's dick made him hard. He had to excuse himself out of the meeting because he had a boner. It was funny, he felt like a teen.

But you noticed how both of them were different towards you and each other. They weren't used to talking before, and now it seemed like they'd punch each other's faces whenever they met in common rooms. König assigned difficult tasks towards Ghost and the thought of them knowing about your situationship terrified you once it crossed your mind.

You thought about confronting them, explaining the whole situation. They were both excellent in bed and they provided you with different feelings. König was soft and caring and Ghost was… well, Ghost. But you knew you could lose them two, even though you didn't have an established relationship with them.

One day, the task force is all drinking together, playing truth or dare. Gaz is dared to do something obscene, and he playfully moans like a girl.

Aye, sounds like the lad in König's room.

You choke, spitting the whiskey coke out, the soda gets out from your nose and your eyes get teary from the gas. They all get quiet when they look at you and you fake a laugh, of course Soap had to say that. 

They soon forgot about the awkwardness and went back to the game, but Ghost was eyeing you like a prey. You purposefully avoided them since you all joined for the party, and he and König sat on opposite sides from each other. You sat in between Price and Gaz, you all in a weird circle.

Meeting room. Now.

Your phone buzzed as you received a message from your Lieutenant. You read it from the notifications and looked up, but he was already gone in the darkness. You come up with an excuse and get out of the common area.

When you walked in, the phantom was standing right across the table, you could only see a glimpse of his eyes. The lights were off, but the room was lit when he started typing the digits of his phone password. He slowly stands up and walks towards you, your legs already trembling with fear. The phone is left on the table right in front of you, displaying a video of your fucked out face while sucking a dick very different from his.

"Simon, I can expl-" you try to say, but you're cut off as he grabs a fistful of your hair and buries your face on the cold wooden surface of the table.

"Y'know why I brought you here?" He asks, holding your wrists behind your back. "So everyone can see who you belong to." You feel him restraining your hands with one of his hands, and the spare one unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down just enough to expose his already hard dick.

At this moment, you thank yourself for wearing sweatpants, because they were easily pulled down from your body. He lifted his mask and spat on your pussy, then entered you with his full length, not giving you time to get used to his size.

He fucked you desperately, grabbing your hair again, making you look at the looping video on the screen of his phone.

"You're such a fucking little slut." He groaned. "You're so desperate you need two fat cocks?" You felt ashamed, your face burning, not knowing if it was from the whiskey or the embarrassment. The door made a locking sound and you jolted, but Ghost's grip didn't let you give a look. "Like what you see here, Colonel?" He asks in between breaths, you squirm and try to move but he holds you in place. Soon there was a figure across from you, sitting on the empty chair and manspreading.

"If you fucked her good enough she wouldn't come to me." He said in that thick German accent.

"You're really petty for a second option." Ghost holds your throat from behind, choking you and forcing you to look at König. You can see König's dick getting hard, it wasn't easy for him to mask that due to his size. He got up and slowly walked around the table to get to you. 

"How does he feel, schatz?" König grabs you by the chin, blue orbits finding its way into your soul. You couldn't even babble an answer, Ghost was fucking you brainless. Your eyes could only look back to König and your head could only nod. He lifts a bit of his hood and gives you a kiss, his lips containing the warmth you needed to melt.

"Kneel." Ghost demands you as he pulls out. You do as you're told, but in order to comfortably be on your knees, you pull your pants back up. They don't seem to care. König takes his belt off and folds it, running it from your chest to your chin, lifting your head.

"Be a good girl, ya?" He says as he pushes his pants down, his dick bouncing up as he releases from the boxers. Without even noticing, your mouth was already open and your tongue was laying flat. König brushed his pinkish, leaking tip on your lips and tongue, the familiar salty taste of his precum invading your senses. He pushes it in your mouth, fucking it slowly. Your hand travels to Ghost's dick and jerks him off as he watches. "Like what you see, Lieutenant?" König chuckles.

Ghost was going to give him a sarcastic response, but his head fell back when you started to suck him off, your hand now on König. As you expected, Ghost wasn't so gentle, so his hand grabbed your hair and pushed your throat down his length. You soon became a drooling mess, taking turns on each throbbing cock in front of you.

Your jaw became sore, taking just one of them was already hard enough. You felt a pressure against your pussy and looked down, König's boot was grinding against you. You groan, sinking your weight on his foot. The more you gagged around them, the more he'd move.

"Didn't I tell you were just a fucking whore?" Ghost pulled from your mouth and tapped his cock on your tear stained cheeks. "Getting off his foot, huh? So desperate." As if it was possible for you to get any wetter, you felt another wave of arousal moisten your panties.

He got you up and almost dragged you to the sofa in the corner of the room. König followed just behind. Ghost sat down and made you kneel in front of him, and König positioned himself behind you, large palms roaming your small body and gently pulling your pants down again. He aligned his shaft with your soaked pussy and in one long thrust he pushed it deep inside you.

"Just so… fucking tight." You hear him whimper as he bottoms out. Your eyes are locked with the masked man in front of you, that's slowly jerking himself off at the sight of you being filled by someone else. "Gonna have to tear this pretty pussy apart." You clench around him and he starts fucking you. 

Ghost gently pulls your face closer and lifts his mask, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You could only moan, in hope no one else could hear it. Your lips were now connected on Ghost's member, eagerly sucking him off. Your moans sent vibrations down his skin and he groaned whenever you gagged.

König's cock was buried deep down your walls, he felt an incessant need to slam his hips into yours and make you a moaning mess, so he held your hips in place as he thrusted hard into you. One of his hands travelled down to your clit and started rubbing circles, easily making you orgasm around him. He felt his climax getting closer, but he didn't want this moment to end just as quick. When his pace became erratic, he pulled out, slapping your ass.

He got up and sat down beside Ghost, who got up and pulled you to his arms, holding you firmly in the air. Your legs were pushed to your chest, the back of your knees held by his veiny forearms. He entered your used hole and started slow, but it didn't last long and he was soon bouncing you up and down his length.

König watched as you took Ghost entirely, thinking about how tight you'd feel with another cock inside you. He gets up and walks behind you, brushing his tip on you.

"Do you think she can handle?" König asks with genuine concern.

"She'll take it and thank you for it, isn't that right, bunny?" Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your face buried in his neck. You manage a small nod before feeling another monstrous cock entering your abused hole.

How that fit was a story for another day, but your pussy was happy to be filled by two men. The pain started to go away and you moved a bit to signal them to go. They managed to keep the same pace for a while. König let you lay back on his chest as Ghost held your legs, they pushed deep down into your core.

"Look at you, taking both of us." Ghost mumbles. "Such an obedient little pet." 

"Such a good girl, liebe." König moans in your ear.

They kept fucking you until you felt empty again. Emptier than ever. Your pants were taken away from your body and König pulled you on top of him as he sat down on the couch, already making you sit on his shaft. Ghost came behind you and you felt a humid finger entering your tight little hole. 

"Simon-" you moan.

"Shut up." He puts another finger in.

"Too much."

"You've taken it before and you're gonna take it again like the good slut you are, understood?" You slowed down on König and felt another finger inside of you, stretching your butthole. You couldn't help but whimper at the way he was using you. "Don't stop fucking her." König holds your hips and starts thrusting harder.

Ghost replaced his fingers with his aching dick and you've never felt so good, so filled. He waited a minute before moving, giving you a bit to adjust. But goddamn it you were tight.

As soon as the pain went away, he started to move, gradually going faster. König was a whimpering mess below you, moaning german praises in your ear. In little to no time, you found yourself being railed once again.

"Can't take much more." König whimpered, digging his nails on your hips. Ghost landed a sharp slap to your ass and towered over you to reach for your clit, he stimulated you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to memorize your scent.

Your legs trembled as you felt your high approaching faster and faster, and you fall on König's chest, trying to muffle your loud moans. 

"That's right, baby, be a good girl and come for us." König holds you close, reaching a new spot. That's what it took for you to squirt all over their dicks. Crying at the non stopping thrusts.

"Always have to leave a mess, huh?" You're still squirming as you hear Ghost say. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry."

König also feels his orgasm approaching and with a few more thrusts he can't hold it anymore.

"Gonna fill your cunt with my cum." He moans, holding your chin to look at him. He comes inside of you, but he doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. He keeps on slamming his dick inside your cervix and pushing his cum inside you, making the tears fall out of your eyes. He becomes a whimpering mess as he overstimulates his dick in your pussy.

Ghost also can't stop thinking about how good you feel, and how bad he needs to cum inside you. He slips a hand in front of your body and squeezes your breasts. It was enough to electrify his body and sent shivers down his spine. With just a few more erratic thrusts, he spills his seeds in your hole. He pulls out, kissing your back through his mask. König finally pulls out too, his dick red from the overstimulation. You collapse on his chest, losing consciousness.

"Truce?" He asks Ghost, who's getting dressed.

"Truce."

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hysteria

summary: ghost needs help expressing his emotions

simon ‘ghost’ riley x afab!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), slight dark themes, light bondage, blindfold, mention of weapons, teasing, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), use of vibrator, ice play?, choking, kinda free use, name-calling, multiple creampies, possessive!ghost, dacryphilia if you squint, wax play, mirror sex

a/n: this is porn with very minimal plot, not proofread

Something was off with Ghost all day, his responses to you curt, revealing little about his thoughts, it worried you considering when he got quiet it meant he was in a dark place mentally. He'd only been home a week after being gone months on deployment, it was a good week, your time spent with mundane domestic tasks but it was like a switch was flipped, his presence grown cold with no explanation as to why.

You move closer to him in the room, standing in front of his sat form, his elbows propped on his knees as he stares at the ground, clearly lost in thought considering he neglected to acknowledge your presence.

You place your hands gently on his shoulders, feeling him tense under your touch, waiting a moment before digging your digits into the muscles, doing your best to knead any stress that was bearing weight on him.

"What are you doing?" His voice is low, his accent rumbling in his chest as his gaze stays on the floor.

"You seem upset"

"M'fine"

"Liar"

He snaps his head to you, the smirk on your lips fading as he stares at you with dark eyes, "What's wrong Simon"

"I told you, nothing"

"You've been ignoring me"

"Have I?"

"I don't want to play this game with you"

"Game?"

You pull your hands from him, crossing them over your chest, "I can help, just tell me what's wrong"

He stands to his full height, his stare boring into you as his height forces you to feel small in front of him, your body suddenly nervous. You place a soft hand on his chest, keeping him in his place as he stretches his shoulders, broadening his chest. He grabs your wrist, pulling it from him and holding it at your side, his grip harsh on your skin,

"Si, let me help"

He watches your pleading eyes, he wants your help, but he still hasn't figured out how to vocalize it, he watches the way your hand falls limp in his grip, you aren't fighting against him, you know he'd never hurt you, your features are soft as you watch him, his tired eyes looking down at you as he releases your hand, watching it fall.

"I want to help"

You move your arms to touch him but he steps back, swallowing in his throat, "No touching"

"Okay"

"Close your eyes"

There were occasions during sex when he'd make an effort to hide his face, turning off lights or keeping his mask on, he'd never left it up to you to be the one without sight. You close your eyes, keeping your body still as you hear him move around you, he reaches for a drawer before returning to you, your heart jumping as you feel a piece of fabric slip over your eyes, his hands tying it behind your hair, keeping it snug.

You raise your arms as you feel his fingers tug at your shirt, helping him to lift it from your form, allowing your chest to enter his view, his hands moving quickly to your pants, tugging them down as you step out of them. Letting out a heavy breath as you become completely exposed to him, unaware of your surroundings.

You hear him move away, opening a cabinet before moving back to you, he tosses an object onto the bed before his arms lock under your thighs, hoisting you against him with minimal effort as your fingers cling to him. He lays you on the bed, allowing you to adjust against the mattress before he grabs your wrists, tugging them above your head, he shifts the object above your head, using some form of string to tie your wrists to it, securing them so they stay positioned above you, unable to move.

You tense your hands, trying to get a feel for the object, it's cold, somewhat cylindrical, whatever it is, its position means you truly can't touch him, even if you tried.

The mattress dips under his weight, you can feel the skin of his bare chest against yours, moving your legs to rub against the harsh fabric of his pants, his breath fans over your ear making your hair stand on end.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life Si"

"Good"

He moves from the bed, your ears tuning in to the sounds of his movements as he passes through rooms, your breath hitching as the sound of objects setting on the side table makes you jump.

His palms flatten against your thighs, pushing them apart, pressing them into the bed as he spreads them, your arousal evident by the way your pussy glistens, you can feel his stare, the way his thumbs dig into your flesh as his gaze devours you.

He removes a hand, reaching over you, your muscles tense as he presses something freezing against your flesh, your hips squirming as he runs it over your inner thigh, the object dripping against your skin.

Ice

He runs the ice cube over the flesh, letting it drip from your body to the sheets as it melts, your breath quickening as your body tries to adjust to the cold. He drags it up your tight, moving it closer to your core before settling it atop your pussy, letting the cold water drip between your folds, watching it pass through your slick to trickle down.

He's silent, watching as the water moves over your skin, enjoying the way your body twitches as the cold touches sensitive spots. He holds the ice until it melts fully, your face contorting as you clench around nothing.

"Si, please"

"Shh, when I say so"

He was gonna take his time, watch you fall apart before splitting you open with his cock, he wanted you dumb, easy, ready to be taken by him in whatever way he pleased.

You release a breath as his hands move from you, your fingers tensing against the restraints as he shifts in his spot. You yelp as you feel heat his your skin, circles of flesh stinging for a moment before they calm down, he drips a trail down your stomach, watching the muscles tense under every drop.

He leads it toward your core, your pussy soaking as he pools the fluid above it, his fingers tracing up your legs, settling beside your core, as you arch your hips, trying to gain any sort of contact.

He teases two fingers around your sex, collecting your slick and running the digits over your hole, your pussy clenching as he teases at your entrance.

You whimper as he slides the fingers in, watching your cunt suck the digits in, stifling a groan from his chest as he pumps them into you, the fingers glistening with your slick.

He feels you clench down on him every time he lets a drop fall from the candle, your back arching slightly as the wax makes contact with your skin.

Everything is heightened, the burn of the wax after the chill from the ice, the way his large fingers slide into you with ease, curving to hit just the right spot as your fingers try to grab at anything that would ground you.

It feels too good and he's barely touched you, all you can feel is him now, his fingers pumping into you as he coax’s an orgasm from your body, listening to your noises and letting them guide him as your high builds inside you.

“M’gonna cum”

“Good, cum for me, cum on my fingers you little slut”

His words drive you over the edge, your push clamping down on his digits as he works you through your high, grazing them against the soft spot inside you over and over, watching your mouth fall open as your moans drip from your tongue.

He pulls his hand from you, leaving you feeling empty before pressing a cool object against your clit before letting you come down from your high, a straggled yelp from your throat as he turns the object on, letting it vibrate against the neglected bud, your hips twitching with the contact.

He trails a hand up your stomach, settling it at the base of your neck where his fingers lay against your pulse point, squeezing lightly as your limbs dig into the mattress, your hips arching into the vibrator as he holds it against you, refusing to let you move from it.

“I want you fucking soaked”

The room fills with your whimpers, your nerves on end as your legs shake lightly from the sensation, the remnants of your orgasm still lingering beneath the surface as he squeezes harder against your neck, suffocating your moans.

“You’re gonna cum one more time before I stuff you with my cock, you need to earn it you fucking whore”

Your grind your core against the toy, any sense of self consciousness gone as you chase your high, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“That’s it, ride the toy, make yourself cum”

Grazing your clit against the vibration, urging your high to surface as his hand moulds against your neck, your chest rising with heavy breaths.

His fingers press into the skin of your neck, his palm snug against your wind pipe as he silenced your cries, pushing the toy harder against your clit.

Your orgasm rips through your body, your moana reduced to strangled sobs as your body writhes under his grip, his hand keeping the vibrator on you as you try to pull your hips away, your legs weak from the stimulation as your body seizes.

“That’s it, so good for me”

He releases your neck letting you gasp for air and he replaces the toy with his fingers, easing you down from your high, your body wracked as your limbs rest weak against the bed.

He shifts his weight, leaning over your form, his fingers tracing against your wrists as you feel the knots around them loosen. You flex the digits as he unties you, pulling your arms to your side slowly, the flesh tingling as feeling returns to them.

His arms snake under your back, pulling you against him, one hand situated under your thigh holding you up as he lifts you from the bed. He placed you down, turning your body so your back is flush with his chest as his arm holds around your waist.

He tugs the fabric from your eyes, blinking slowly as light returns to them, he looks massive behind you, your weak form held up inky by his grip as your ass presses against his groin, his cock hard under his jeans.

You turn your gaze upward, eyes focusing on the sight of your body in the mirror, skin splotchy and hair a mess as he stands behind you, untouched.

His gaze is dark as he locks eyes with you in the mirror, his form dwarfing yours like he wants you to see how much bigger he is.

“Look at you, all worked up and you haven’t even had my cock yet”

Your mouth dries at the thought, he’s already wrecked your body with just his fingers, your pussy clenching at the thought of his cock splitting you open.

His hand grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back as you wince at the angle, he holds them tightly, subduing you from trying to touch him as his eyes take over your naked form in the mirror.

He glides two fingers through your folds, grinning when you whimper from the contact,

“Think you deserve my cock?”

“Yes”

“You can do better than that”

“Please, need to feel you”

“You need my cock little slut?”

“Yes, need it so bad”

His fingers work to undo his pants, pulling them lower, letting his length spring free, resting is against the curve of your ass as you grind lightly against him, a hiss from his mouth as your flesh makes contact with his erection.

“Don’t get greedy”

You plead with him through heavy eyes in the mirror, your flush skin a stark contrast to his pale chest as he presses against you.

“M’gonna ruin you”

He whispers in your ear, the words making goosebumps form on your skin as he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, bending you forward slightly to get a better angle

“Keep your head forward, you move or close your eyes, I stop”

“Please, fuck me”

He bites back a grunt as he pushes into you, his eyes glued to the way your face scrunch’s as he stretches you out, forcing his cock into you.

“So goddamn tight”

Your mind is too fuzzy to hear the sounds that the slick from your core makes as he pushes deeper, coating his length in your juices as he stuffs you full of his cock.

“That’s it, take it all you fucking slag”

A growl from deep in his chest emerges as he bottoms out, his top pressing against your cervix as you adjust to the size of him, your walls squeezing his length.

Your knees buckle as he thrusts in, his arm locking around your waist to hold you up while he pumps his full length into you, dragging it along your soaked walls, his hips colliding with your ass with every stroke.

“Bloody hell, such a wet little cunt”

You struggle to keep your eyes open as he fucks you from behind, your state focused on the way he clenched his jaw as his eyes watch your pussy swallow him, your body rocking back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

He releases your hands, letting them fall forward against the mirror while his fingers move to toy with your clit, broken moans falling from your lips as your eyes meet his. He darkens his gaze as he circles the bud, working in time with his thrusts, your body on edge since your last two orgasms, the light in the room almost blinding as you struggle to hold your hands firm against the mirror.

“Wanna see you as you soak my cock, wanna feel this tight pussy squeeze me”

You scrunch your brows in an attempt to keep your eyes open, the sounds he’s making filling your ears as you use every bit of strength just to keep your head up.

He rubs quick circles around your clit, his cock driving into you, running against your soft spot, bringing you closer to the edge as your body grows hot, your skin damp with sweat as your watch his stomach tense with every thrust.

His hand moves from your waist, gripping around your neck to bring you against him, your back arched as your head makes contact with his chest, his large hand holding you tight to him.

“Watch yourself, cum on my cock”

Your hands reach for the mirror in front of you, trying to grab anything that wasn’t him as you feel the coil inside you burn your skin, searing your body as he grins behind you, feeling you clench down on his cock.

Your orgasm leaves you numb, your neck weak, lolling against his chest as he fucks you through it, gritted teeth resting beside your head as he watches you through the mirror.

"That's it baby, that's it, fuck"

His strokes grow sloppy, his eyes glued to your face as your body moulds to him, whispers of curses falling from his lips as he spills into you, his hips twitching as you release a wanton moan as the sensation of his cum filling you.

He holds his softening cock inside you, a heavy breath from your chest as you both come down, straining your arms against him as you try to move.

"Not done yet love"

His hands find purchase on your waist, walking you backward until your knees collide with the bed, your body falling backwards into the mattress as he lowers himself in front of you.

"Need to taste you"

You try to squirm your hips away but he plants his hands firmly on your legs, pinning you to the bed as he flattens his tongue, running it through your folds and collecting the combination of your spend, holding it in his mouth as he moves over your form.

He lowers himself over you, planting his lips on yours as he kisses you greedily, transferring the liquid into your mouth as his tongue swirls yours, the taste salty on your tastebuds as you swallow it.

He moves back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he lowers himself back down, his lips latching around your clit as you sob, your head falling to the side.

"Please, s'too much"

"I say when it's too much"

He flicks his tongue over the bud, your body writhing under him as he holds you still, tears pricking your eyes as he works the muscle over your abused core.

He hums against your core, words escaping you as you sob into the sheet, saliva from your mouth pooling at the corners of your lips as it drips onto the fabric below.

"Taste so fucking sweet, one more for me"

He brings your orgasm quickly, your core still tensed from the previous as your vision blurs, tears falling to stain your skin as your fingers cling to the sheets, his hands holding your struggling hips still as your high rips through your body, taking away any remaining strength you had as you fall limp against the bed.

"That's it, my perfect little slut, m'gonna fill this cunt one more time, stuff you full of my seed"

You watch him with watery eyes as his chest presses to yours, his cock pushing into you as your weeping pussy takes him, letting him fill you with every inch, his elbows propped beside your head, caging you.

"You crying baby? Took my cock for a few minutes and you're all worked up"

His taunts pass through your ears, your senses dull to anything but the feeling of his cock filling you, thrusting in with every inch as your core soaks him, slick dripping from you to wet the sheets below, leaving a pool of arousal.

He runs a thumb over your cheek, smearing the drops of tears as you watch him with hooded eyes, your moans reduced to quiet whimpers as your mouth falls open. Your skin stained with saliva as it falls from your tongue, his lips quick to capture yours, swallowing your breaths as he fucks you, chasing his high.

You lull your head to the side, eyes moving slowly around, settling on the gleam of metal beside you, squinting to try and focus on the object before his hand settles at the back of your neck, tugging you into his shoulder as he presses his weight into you.

"Fuck, so fucking good, tell me you need it"

You struggle to form the words, your brain fogged,

"Tell me"

"Need to feel you, need your cum"

"That's right, want this cunt dripping with my seed"

He thrusts into you at a rapid pace, drawing the last breath from your chest before burying his cock in you, his arms holding you against him as he spills into you again, your pussy clenching around his length as he pumps it into you, the heat spreading from your core to envelop your skin.

He loosens his grip, letting your body rest lighter against the bed as he lays on top of you, his hands moving to hold yours, tugging them to wrap around his waist, a small hum of satisfaction leaving your lips as your fingers press against the flesh, finally able to touch him.

He waits a few minutes, catching his breath before slowly pulling his cock from you, whispers of apologies as you whimper at the loss, his body moving around the room, returning with a small towel to help clean your body, wiping it of sweat and wax, careful around your core to clean up the mess.

He sits beside you, an arm on your back helping you sit up, leaning against him as he raises a glass to your lips, letting you drink as much as you needed before finishing the cup himself.

You gaze around the room as he moves from the bed, your brain finally focusing on the object near the pillows,

"Is that your scyth"

He doesn't respond, just moves it from the bed, placing it against the wall and out of the way before sliding onto the mattress, his arms wrapping around you as he tugs you into him, your face nestled against his chest while he rests his chin on the crown of your head.

"Got a message from Price, I have to leave in two days"

"S'that why you're upset?"

He hums against your head, "Not enough time"

"We'll have time when you get back"

"Just want to be with you"

You press a light kiss to his chest, smiling when he doesn't pull away,

"Thank you for telling me"

"Thank you for helping"

He cranes his neck down to you, his features softer as you gaze up at him, reaching to kiss him, his soft lips pressing against yours,

"You should really find some outlet for your emotions"

He huffs a small laugh, lips pressing to your forehead as his head falls against the pillow, arms snug around you as your legs tangle between his, your bodies calm as you lay with each other.

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆

synopsis : könig’s job affords him an air of authority and power that few other professions can. an admission that you find this particularly attractive piques his interest.

pairing : könig x f!civilian!reader (‘perle’)

warnings : 18+ mdni. gun kink!!! this is zero plot, 100% filth, i got a little carried away- gun in mouth. könig is flirty and cheeky because he is, damn it. domxsub dynamics, praise kink, fingering, oral sex (m receiving). size kink, degradation kink, uniform kink all present if you really squint.

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Forest green eyes gaze at you through a black, threadbare veil, an eyebrow arching in silent query. Despite the draped cloth obscuring his expression, you can imagine he's smirking, the edge of his lips pulling up as he grapples with your admission. Pride and self-satisfaction roll off König's massive shoulders in waves, though the sheer immensity of his frame makes it feel far more like an avalanche. 

"You like my uniform?" He repeats your admittance, his thick accent lilting in amusement. It's mortifying, you think, to let König into your mind and show the elite soldier just how much he affects you.

You'd hate to seem disrespectful, to reduce his valorous job to some kind of uniform kink- 

"Schatzi?" König pushes gently, watching you squirm under his interrogation from across the room. Chewing on your lip, you note how it smarts slightly, tender from worrying it with your teeth. 

"Mhm- It's more... That I like it on you." The confession makes you cringe internally, expecting König to laugh or reduce your fantasy to that of a 'civvy stereotype'. 

König appears momentarily caught off guard. You see both dark eyebrows arch in mild surprise before a sort of realisation and subsequent amusement settle into those viridescent irises. 

"You mean I am special?" He muses, setting towards you ever so slowly. For such a hulking mass of man, König moves stealthily, delicate footwork almost inaudible. "Not just any soldier?"

"No!" You insist instantly, cheeks heating up under his inquisitive gaze, "No... It's just you- Just you in the uniform."

König hums softly, a sound of acknowledgement as he advances towards you slowly. The intimidation you feel drips down your spine and settles in the pit of your stomach. He's not as threatening as a lion, with brute force and indiscriminate power. No, he reminds you of a hyena, cunning and wily. The knowing look in his eye only adds to the feeling that he's up to something, and your heart thumps in your chest when he continues to search your expression. 

"Tell me. What about the uniform do you like so?" He urges you to detail your desires. You're beginning to wish you'd never mentioned anything because König looks like he's dangling bait between your eyes to coax you into a trap.

"Uhm," you fumble for an answer, those lush eyes calmly studying your trembling frame. When you drag your eyes over König’s body for an answer, you observe the strain of his shirt buttons and the revolver holster strapped to his thigh. He's sown extra length to the leather ties with scraps from a belt, standard military equipment far too small for his tremendous frame.

"I like- The way it fits you? The power, the guns, an-"

"The guns?" He wonders aloud, but there's a sly inflection to his question, guileful. Swallowing thickly, you wonder if you've overstepped a mark, opening and closing your mouth like a witless fish as you attempt to piece together some kind of backtrack-

"You understand their danger, of course?" König quizzes rhetorically, seemingly sated by your vehement nod, "You think they look good? Then... I am willing to share a glimpse of one. That is, if you continue to be so open and honest with me." 

It's an odd sensation, the feeling of your blood running cold but the pit of your stomach burning hot with arousal. König doesn't even give you a moment to dispute, halting his advancing footsteps and deciding instead to revert, putting distance between you and taking a seat. 

"K- König-" You want to ask him to tell you what he has planned, but the words wither on your tongue when you see him draw the stainless steel revolver from its holster. It glints in the fluorescent lighting above your head, coaxing you forward. It's as though he's pushed cotton between your lips, drying your mouth. 

"Perle," he copies you, shifting his hips forward in the seat and slowly letting his colossal thighs part. From here, his eyes look darker, his pupils swallowing his irises as he drops his hand and places the revolver in his lap. "Come take a look."

It cracks up the length of your spine, sparking white hot and burning in your cheeks. W-What? You let out a nervous giggle, stepping forward to begin your approach. 

König doesn't seem to like it, though. He tilts his head in silent warning, and you stop dead in your tracks. He told you-

"Crawl for me, Liebchen," König murmurs, resting his bicep against the seat's headrest. Every inch of his body is relaxed, muscles lazy as his eyes drag across the length of his body. You're almost certain you can feel their path across your skin, leaving burning embers in their wake. God, it's genuinely pathetic; how quickly you fall to your knees. 

The intensity of his gaze bores into you as you settle on your hand and knees. Embarrassment no longer controls you, your arousal overriding any possible humiliation as you crawl across the floor towards him. König's eyes are an open book, pleased and proud of your willingness to take orders–– it encourages you, prompting you to put a slight sway to your hips. 

You'd have to be blind to notice it; the generous length bobbing and straining against the khaki trousers. Despite his obvious discomfort, König does nothing to satiate his arousal, focusing all his attention on you alone when you finally kneel between his feet. 

"Mein kleiner Schatz," the purr rumbles in his chest as König reaches forward, stroking the barrel of the gun across your cheekbone. The chromed steel is cold, chilling your skin and breaking goosebumps across your arms. "You look so pretty like this."

Anticipation prickles down your spine, whimpering softly. You lean into König's touch, turning towards the pistol and pressing a kiss to the steel barrel. You see the flicker of arousal in König's green eyes and how his eyelids grow heavy. 

"Scheiße, you like that?" he groans, dragging the nose of the gun across your lips like the bullet of a lipstick. "My weapon big enough for my girl?" He smirks when you nod, looking up at your lover through your lashes. 

It's downright vulgar, utterly disgusting, but you can't help yourself anymore. The way König looks down at you with this look in his eyes, like he could swallow you whole, makes arousal curl so hot and thick in your stomach that you can't deny your throbbing clit any longer. Sliding your fingers underneath your waistband, you rub small circles on your clit. 

"Oh," König sighs, watching as you let out a gasp of relief. The breath expels from your lungs hot and heavy, misting up the reflective steel surface of the revolver. "Look at you, Perle. Share with me; I want to watch." 

Fumbling with the buttons on your pants, you desperately work out of them and yank them over your hips, panties and all. The searing gaze above you settles on your pussy as you play with your clit, adding to the bliss that sparks across your skin. 

"Mhmm," König hums again, like you've placed an exquisite meal before him. "All wet for me, Schatzi; it's all across your thighs." 

You nod weakly, breath shuddering as you grind into your palm with a whimper. "P-Please-"

"Kiss the gun again, Perle. I'll make you feel good," he promised you, his voice thick and deep with his arousal. You nod thoughtlessly, far too overwhelmed by the need to feel his hands on you to deny his request. You press your lips to the barrel of the gun over and over, slowly and sensually, as though you were kissing his cock. 

"Good girl," he praises, though his words catch in his throat when you take a leap. Opening your mouth, you bring the barrel tip between your teeth, looking up at König through your lashes and letting out a wanton moan. 

Big mistake. 

König uses the balls of his heels to skirt forward in the seat, his knees on either side of your head. He stares down at you, chest heaving as he leans down and pats your hip sharply. 

"Stand up on your knees," he orders, the severity in his voice similar to how he speaks to his KorTac team. You can’t help but wonder if he gets a kick out of it too– some kind of power surge thanks to his promotion.

"Yes, colonel," you address him by his title as you rise, and König growls so deep and low that you're sure the floor rumbles beneath you. He works his massive hand over your own, taking control and slowing your fingers' ministrations to a maddeningly slow cycle. 

"Such a good girl, Shatz," he coos, and once again, you can hear the smirk on his lips as he watches your body crumple with the wave of arousal his control shoots through you. "So receptive. Would you like it in your mouth?"

Whimpering softly, you look up at him in question. Was it safe? Well- Of course it wasn't safe; none of this was. 

"Trust me," he urges you softly, finally replacing the swirling touch of your finger with his own. There's no escaping the drag of his fingerprint, the digit so much larger than your own. 

You nod again, the blissful arousal so mind-numbing that it overrides your fear. Then, letting your jaw hang loose, your eyes practically roll back into your skull when König rests the barrel of the deadly weapon across your tongue.

"Hahh," König groans, sinking his fingers into your soaked cunt. You wail, body bracing and shuddering at the intrusion as his fingers alone stretch you out. "Is that good, Mein kleiner Schatz? Hmm? Does it feel cold in your mouth?"

You nod slightly, managing a quiet 'mhm-hm' to answer your Colonel vocally. Excitement blooms in your chest when you see it pleases him, his fingers sliding deeper into you while working your clit ever so slowly. 

"Does it feel good, though?" He checks in with you, still adamant about your comfort despite his dominant role. You nod again. 

"Good," he chuckles, staring down at you with such an intensity that you almost forget his eyes are green, his pupil dilated so much that they've practically devoured his verdant irises. It rocks you, another blissful wave of arousal sweeping from head to toe. 

Wrapping your lips around the barrel, you allow yourself to get carried away even further. You hollow your cheeks, eyelashes fluttering as you put on the erotic display to work König up even more. 

"Schei- Filthy girl!" You're unsure if he meant to scold you, but König sounds far too wrecked for it to land the way he intends. He rocks his fingers up inside of you suddenly, instantly finding your G-spot and working it ruthlessly. "Alway distracting me, making me lose my min..."

His words are drowning out as your heartbeat thuds against your sternum and in your ears, something sickly sweet and thick like molasses trickling through your veins as your orgasm begins to surge in your abdomen. 

The squelching, wet sounds of König's fingers working in and out of your tight cunt are deafeningly loud, though, audible enough that they reach your ears even over the thumping of your heart and heavy gasps of breath. "K- König-"

"Can you take it deep in your throat for me, Mein Perle?" He asks, sounding utterly wrecked and haggard. Your vision blurs, but you definitely see the lurch of his cock in his khaki cargo trousers. "Please- Please, just for me-"

He doesn't need to ask you twice; his begging is interrupted by a filthy groan of your name when you easily take the barrel further down your throat to the point your upper lip could almost brush his thumb on the hammer of the gun.

"Hahhh, fuck!" König spits, watching tears well in your eyes at the stretch in your throat and cunt. He gently pulls the gun from your mouth, careful not to hurt you but knocking your teeth thanks to his trembling hand. "I'm making you cum, and then you'll do that to me, Shatz. Filthy girl-"

The moment the gun leaves your lips, König's fingers arch against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit simultaneously. It's devastating, and you're barely able to hold yourself up as the ecstasy bursts through you brightly. It's as though a grenade has gone off, but it keeps building and building- 

" König-... KönigKönigKo-ooh-" You squeak his name, his brutal, sniper precision knocking the oxygen from your lungs as your tears drip down your face. "I'm cummmmugh-!"

It’s like static in your ears and across your skin when it burns through you. It crackles across your nerve endings, arcs up your spine until you’re leaning back against it, arching your back as if attempting to escape the intensity of the ecstasy he draws from you. You want to scream his name, begging him to stop, to carry on, but the words drown among the wails and whines of bliss. 

It feels like it goes on forever, your body suspended in euphoria and caged, grounded, only by König’s thighs. 

When your vision straightens, your chest heaving violently, König's hands delicately push your hair from your face. He's careful with you in these moments, the vulnerable aftermath where your mind is drunk on hormones and your body is in shock from the extremity of your orgasm. There's no rush for your recovery; your lover lets you take all the time you need. 

It's only when you manage to straighten yourself somewhat, shaky hands resting on his knees in a wordless show of readiness, that König nods his head. 

"That's it, Schatzi," he whispers to you, holding his breath as he waits his turn anxiously. 

Your mouth waters at the ruddy colour of his thick, veiny dick, and you lean forward to take the head into your mouth in a repeat of your actions earlier. König's hips jolt forward, grasping the arms of the chair with a white-knuckle grip at the vibrations that rock down his shaft when you hum around him. 

"Oh- Oh fuck-!" He chokes out when you gently graze your teeth over the sensitive, velvety head, just as you did the gun barrel. You see König's eyes roll back, and one of his eyebrows arches as the sensation takes over. He's twitching in your mouth already, salty precum dribbling down the arch of his cock and spilling onto your tongue. 

You take your tantalising time, kissing at the head of his dick once more before slowwwly easing him into your wet, hot mouth. König's gasps of bliss are pathetic, the imposing man reduced to a clammy mess of whimpers and keens of your name. It's so simple to work him up, the simple act of your palms smoothing across his thighs enough to get his cock jumping against your tongue. 

The warmth of your mouth around König's dick is too much for him, his head lolling back in the chair. You see him squeeze his eyes shut, bracing against the heaving of his chest and the slight rocks of his hips into your mouth. 

Your hand finds his balls, gently trailing your nails over them, and König's hips suddenly jolt upwards. He slips deep, tip knocking the back of your throat and catching you off guard in a gag. 

Pulling back, you squeeze his knees tight and take a deep breath. 

"Oh fuck- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" he apologises fervently, lifting his head like he's got weights tied to it, and it's far too heavy. He can't seem to hold it up straight, and it instantly falls back again with a spluttered wail when you shush him, wrapping your mouth around his cock and tracing his slit to taste his precum. 

He's close already; you can tell by the way his dominant energy dissipates and his balls draw up tight. He’s completely forgotten the act he’d been putting on, his revolver discarded on the beside you and desperate pines of your name falling from his lips.

"Scheiße," he gasps, the wooden arms of the chair creaking beneath the pressure of his grip. "Ah, Sch- shhhh-"

Anticipating his orgasm, you sink heavily onto him, taking as much of his impossible length into your throat as possible. König's hands fly from the chair, grasping the hair on the crown of your head and holding you on his cock like he's terrified you'll withdraw. 

“Ahah- Ah- Mein Perl- fuck!”

He cums with a lurch of his dick, a pathetic, trembling whine spilling from his lips as you swallow it down, the walls of your throat tightening around him. Ragged gasps of breath reach your ears, and your clit burns with the need for attention yet again as you continue to milk König. There's so much of him-

Suddenly, he's using his grip on your hair to pull you off, and he slips from your lips with a wet, audible pop. You look up at his languid body sprawled in the chair, wiping his wetness from your chin. 

"Hah, Schatz…” he watches you, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, "You are too good to me."

You shake your head gently, still sitting on your knees as you rest your head in his lap. They're aching after holding your weight for so long on such a hard floor, but you'll gladly take the bruises as a medal for your hard, valiant work. 

His hands immediately find your hair with a much softer, kinder touch, brushing through the threads and skirting his fingertips over your scalp. "No. I just want to show my appreciation for my heroic soldier, remember?" 

A soft, tired chuckle shakes his body, and you can't help the smile that splits your lips as a response. "Ah, of course. I remember. 'Not like others in uniform'."

"You're not," you insist gently, closing your eyes as he brushes his battle-calloused knuckles across your cheekbone, "None of them make the uniform look so sexy."

"Ah-hah! I knew it was the uniform!"

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This song is so 😍🥰

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Pleaseeee 🥺

Casually demanding a sub repeat demeaning things <3 like...

"You love being fucked like a whore, huh? Say you like it." And they whimper back "I love it... love being fucked like a whore" in that cute little shameful way <3 It's so hard for them. Do it again.

Look at this masterpiece 🥰 This is an intro for a homebrew D&D campaign of Vecherniye Kosti (Night Dice), guys from Ukraine 🇺🇦.

They are high-skilled players and GMs. They've been developing their channel for 5 years, they built their own studio for streams and other shows with their fans' support. But since the war started they had to stop their project. They are doing charity now to support Ukraine army.

I love them really much, they inspired me into playing tabletop RPGs and I think there are a hundred more people beside me.

Wish them peace and love, may the Sun save them 🥺💓💟☀️

This collage is based on my other friend's character for our D&D homebrew campaign.

Fish is a Drow Bard, he was teleported with Adran and Demash from Faerûn. He stepped at the path of the Kings and his destiny now is to become the King of the kings. He had to collect masks of the 10 greatest kings to obtain the power of all of them. Souls of the kings are caged in these masks and each of them has it's own power but the price of the ultimate power is high: Fish has to prove himself as a worthy one to be a king otherwise masks won't obey him.

Being horny during periods is a f^cking torture 😵‍💫

This collage is based on my other's friend character from our D&D homebrew campaign.

Adran is an Elf Cleric of the Life Domain. He was teleported from Faerûn as well as Demash and his another companion. But Adran was teleported in this world 40 years earlier and wasted no time, exploring the new world and making new friends. He lost his connection with his God from Faerûn but he found new power in worshiping new God of light and life here. He became a heir of a wealthy lord of a rich region. He saved his named father from a mind-eating creature that corrupted his land.

Now Adran is traveling with his friends around the world seeking answers for his new father and God.

Another collage based on my friend's character from our D&D homebrew campaign.

Demash is a Tiefling Rogue. He got power of spider after his resurrection in old castle ruins somewhere in Faerûn. He was teleported from Faerûn with his companions.

It appeared that Tieflings almost extincted in the world they found themselves at the end of their "journey". Tieflings' cities (Spirals) were destroyed centuries ago and none knows where to even look for them. The only thing is known about these lost ruins that magic works poorly near them.

Demash has to find Spirals to find his destiny in this world.

I made a set of collages based on my character and my friends' characters from our D&D homebrew campaign that we have been playing for two years now.

So, this one is based on my character. Her name is Sparkle. She is a cursed "Elf" Warlock who may turn into a monster at any moment. She was enslaved a while ago but managed to escape. She remember little from her past, she doesn't even know how old she is. She has a long path she's made and she has so many things to recall. The only thing she knows about herself is that she was given a great power of fire magic and she can summon her weapon from nowhere.

She is my favourite character ever 🥺🤲💓

Holding paws 🐾🥰

Omg, this is amazing! 😍

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Love this so much...

thinking about intelligent subs with oral fixations. such smart little things whose brains turn into mush once they have fingers in their mouth.

My favourite thing about tabletop RPGs is playing characters. And I mean acting, as if you are really another person in another circumstances living another life in another world. I like role-playing, and I think tabletop RPGs is a perfect way of escapism 💟

I just want this to be here, a masterpiece 😍

I think people need to stop asking trans people "what gender feels like," because that framing was devised by cisgender psychiatrists and doctors who to try to explain (and maybe even pathologize, invalidate, or trivialize) being transgender. It's not our phrasing.

Because I never "felt" like any specific gender. For me, there is not feeling that is "woman." Or "man" or none of the above either. We have our internal sense of self, but you can't boil it down to a general "woman" feeling.

I have a better way:

Imagine you are one day transported into a someone you don't know's body. They don't even have to be a different gender than you, just anyone you don't know.

Imagine how it feels to open your mouth and someone else's voice comes out. Imagine how it feels to look in the mirror and see a stranger staring back at you. Imagine feeling like the body you're in doesn't match how you know internally it should be, and I don't just mean sexual anatomy. I mean height and limb proportions among other things, too. Imagine feeling like the very blood in your veins feels wrong. Would you want to find a way to correct this mistake in any way you could? What if you were stuck and the only options given to you are expensive medicine and surgery and require years of psychiatric care just to be able to start to access it?

Now, imagine being told you're wrong or crazy for trying to tell the world what's going on with you. Imagine being pathologized and given therapy to convince you that you aren't actually you but this stranger. Imagine that state governments across the country and globe are specifically legislating your rights away because your existence disgusts them. Imagine living in fear of even walking down the street, even in your own neighborhood, because people have been trained to want to hurt you for living as you know you are. Imagine entire social movements and Internet shows dedicated to mocking and harassing you and people like you.

Now, think about how you would feel. Would you feel good? Would you be brave enough to face the world every day while doing this? I doubt it.

But, y'know, that's just my experience. The beauty of being trans, and human experience in general, is that it's all different. That's why I scoff at the term "trans ideology" because none of us can even agree on what being trans is! Ask ten trans people on what being trans is like and you'll get 10 different answers. You think we're that cohesive and organized? A bit of "tell me you've never met a trans person without telling me you've never met a trans person," y'know? What binds us, really, is the people that hate us more than anything else.

Anyway, I think it's time trans people reclaim our own narrative. It's way past time.

I love dragons, I like swords and I'm pansexual and she is so gorgeous 😍

The pansexual Pride Knight! This card is part of a deck of playing cards I am currently working on. Follow me if you want to give feedback on the designs! This project will go live June 2023. Your input is needed to create a deck that celebrates the strength and diversity of our community! ⚔️ 🌈 

HAPPY PRIDE!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜