#boxer!könig

[motomamita]

JUST HAD A THOUGHT !

König as a rising underground boxer, with his cute little nurse that comes with him whenever he goes. He lets no one else look after him and all his bandages have cute symbols on it.

Media is all over him and he just can’t help but brag about his cutie patootie nurse that only cares for him, and no other boxer has eye candy like he does.😵‍💫

boxer!könig × nurse!reader

warnings: +18, smut, sex!

you needed money urgently and you were in your last year of nursing. that's when you met könig, who was a friend of a friend of yours and who needed your services in exchange for good pay.

your first meeting with him was in the basement of a bar far from the city, late at night. könig showed up in the locker room, shirtless and wearing boxer shorts. his face and entire body had bruises and scars that seemed to have healed not very well. that's when you knew you were going to have a very hard job there.

in his following fights, könig managed to win and take first place in the standings. After each fight, both received a good amount of money that you shared equally. you spent hours with him in the locker room, cleaning his bloody face and placing bandages on his bruised knuckles. sometimes you got so late that könig invited you to his small apartment, where you took care of him until you inevitably fell asleep in his bed. könig took advantage and pulled you towards him, letting you sleep on his chest.

soon König gained recognition and was invited to fight in the best competitions in the city. both became a team and had to show yourselves as such. now you were wearing a matching shirt and skirt with the inscription "property of könig" on the back, so everyone would know that you were HIS nurse. könig dressed to match you, choosing the same colors of shorts that you choose for your little skirts.

the media began to take an interest in both, calling you "the little nurse" and praising the good chemistry you both had. noticing how your face became worried every time könig received a hit or how you jumped with excitement every time he won, without caring that your panties were visible under your skirt.

you also caught the attention of the other boxers who did not miss the opportunity to look up your skirt or try to talk to you. unfortunately for them, könig was always next to you, hugging you around the waist and growling almost like a dog when any of those sons of bitches tried to get close to you.

everyone understood that it was in vain to try to separate you, you were both there for each other. könig wore a chain around his neck along with a sign with your name on it that he always kissed before entering the ring because, according to him, it gave him luck. and every time he won, he would run up to you to hug and kiss you, not caring that he was dripping with blood and sweat.

dor your part, you massaged his muscles before each fight and even sucked his cock to make him more "relaxed." könig just let you do whatever you want with him just by feeling your skin on his and not going too far away.

today könig had fought the final against another guy, for a lot, a lot of money. in a fight straight out of a movie, könig had managed to establish himself as the supreme winner. the photos of you two hugging and kissing didn't take long, as did the glasses of champagne to celebrate. once the celebrations had calmed down, you took könig to the locker room, you had to clean his bleeding nose and a large open scar on his right cheekbone. but, he had other plans.

"that's it, keep it up.. c'mon.."

könig moaned, lying on a bench, while you rode his thick, sweaty cock. in your hand you still had the gauze with which you were trying to clean his wounds but it was difficult for you to stop in the face of so much pleasure.

at your waist you wore the könig winner's belt and several bills clutched in your short skirt. you couldn't stop releasing on him, feeling how your moisture fell down the length of his cock and wet his sweaty balls. the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust while your clits slapped against his happy trail.

"keep jumping, fuck you, fuck... my little nurse, always taking care of me, huh?"

könig brought his big hands to your breasts, breaking the buttons on your shirt and moving your bra, leaving your breasts in the air. you moaned at the change in temperature and your warm walls squeezed könig's throbbing cock. the breaths and moans of both of you echoed in the locker room as did the sound of your skin colliding.

"come on, make me cum, i know you can..."

he asked, now bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue bouncing his cock. könig couldn't resist and raised his hips, fucking you hard and finishing inside you.

that night you returned home with the prize and with even more energy to fuck until the next morning.

[machveil]

boxer!Konig too scared to hurt his opponents? -🦊

Boxer!König had been nervous about hurting his opponents when he first started out. even when he was training he’d hold his punches so his sparring partner wouldn’t immediately hit the floor. he’s big - physically large all around. ignoring how tall he is, König’s well-trained muscles are wrapped in a healthy layer of fat

Boxer!König that, for his first few matches, did hold back. he still won, but he’d feel a little guilty when his opponents blood would coat his knuckles. due to his height and weight he worried about actually hurting someone too much. he usually came out of the ring better than his opponent - sweaty, bruises forming here and there, but overall in one piece

Boxer!König getting hit in the nose for the first time - freezing for a moment when he feels warm liquid run down his lips. it’s the first time someone’s landed a hit on him that resulted in him bleeding. the first time his nose gets busted, he’s snapping back and suddenly his hearing sounds like it’s underwater. the announcer, the crowd, the referee - it’s all muffled as König takes his opponent down to the floor

Boxer!König stumbling back when the ref practically pulls him off his opponent. blinking as his chest quickly raises and falls, mouth open and panting as he stares down. he doesn’t really register what happened until the other man is standing up on wobbly legs. guilt, it hadn’t been more than ten seconds but the damage was done. König left the ring better off than his opponent - sweaty, bruises forming on his knuckles, nose crooked and crimson

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (Humping, Simon and Johnny. please see reblog for Kyle, Price and König)

Simon loves dry humping, you lie on the bed, eyes droopy as you let his pin your thighs against your breast, your panties and his boxers still on as he grinds his bulge slowly against your clothed core. You both don’t say a word, looking into each other’s eyes with affection and increasing desires, only soft moans and occasional grunts ringing in the air. He won’t stop—nor that you want to—until your panties is all soaked, fabric darkened by your juices and stick to your pussy, showing the outline of your mounds and perked clit, and you’re whining pleadingly whenever he pokes his red tip against your entrance, let the wet fabric gets pushed in a bit before he pulls back, taps his hard cock on your clit and huff out a laughter. “All whiny and moaning now. Need this cock so bad, princess?”

Johnny’s always a bit kinky, so you’re not even surprised when he starts grinding his leaking dick against your foot like a horny dog. You’re on a call with your friend, and he was sitting beside you and scrolling his phone normally minutes ago. God knows what did he see that got him humping your foot right now. You’re wearing socks because it’s a bit cold, but it’s now stain with his precums because he shamelessly fished his cock out so it would feel better without barrier. You fake a cough when he groans out loudly, not caring if your friend will hear him through the phone.

“Johnny, what the hell?” Excusing yourself and mute the mic, looking down at him rolling his hips and meet your eyes “Need that pussy of yers now, please, lassie…” His voice low but begging you like a lost puppy, and you can feel arousal pooling in your panties too. Well, guess you don’t have any choice other than apologizing to your friend and hang up the phone, letting Johnny fuck you brainless and walk wobbly tomorrow.

[dmitriene]

continuation of this work

cw: really strange romance, smelling underwear.

sending your pretty nudes to könig, a man you know only by his name, you didn't see his face, didn't see him standing in front of you in the daylight, you only know that he's a colonel registered in a military program that let's people from the area nearby send some reassuring words to the lone soldiers.

perhaps, your silly head gets a wrong call from this, and your choice of words end where you take a small polaroids of your body posed in provocative way, hand squeezing your breasts through the shirt, stuffed in your flimsy panties, toying with your nipples, your clit, until there's no clothes remained, only clean sheets on the background and your naked, smooth skin under flashed light.

könig is too perverted to tell someone about this type of letters he get's, he's been in the army for long enough to cherish every glimpse of a woman he gets, and when she herself sends himself such a material, he can't offer anything but a gratitude and his boxers sticky and sodden by milky ropes of cum that spill from his jerking cock.

there's nothing but your body, you don't offer your face for him to jerk off, but he's sure you're a right doll, offering your curves to him so easily, always with a small, sweet text that wishes him a good week and much luck on upcoming mission, if only you knew that it's you who make it all better for him.

make könig try his best at each mission so he could tell you about it, knowing he'd get a treat in his next letter from you, not only a photos and praising words, but your panties folded in as well, a sexy pair that is soiled at the gusset, your cum dried there and still prominent with your alluring, cloying scent, making him get rid of his hood with shaky, fumbling fingers, just so he could take a whiff of you, whining.

you get him addicted unknowingly, depending on your attention and sight of your naked body even in his dreams, so it's only a sure thing when he somehow finds out your address, and on the day of mail distribution, it's könig who holds the letter you waited for in his grimey, gloved hand, while you outstretch the letter on your own behalf, but now he's here to see you up close himself.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[konigsblog]

Big-dicked!König thots™ (🌽 link)

Considering König's large and intimidating size, it shouldn't be surprising that he has a hefty, hung cock inside of his boxers, confined by his tight boxers that feel as if they've shrunk a couple sizes when he's turned on, his leaking length hardening and stiffening. His meaty cock grows and swells when he's aroused, his sensitive and weeping tip leaving a sticky patch in his black underwear, his sore and twitching dick begging to be taken care of.

König loves comparing his heavy cock against your stomach, slowly inching inside while your jaw drops, eyes widening with your slick pussy drooling around his girth. You gasp, König's hand cupping your mouth to keep you quiet as he pushes inside. Your eyes widen as you feel his thick cock fill your wet, sloppy hole, the thoughts rushing through your mind causing your gummy and smooth walls to tighten and pulse uncontrollably, only sucking König in.

“That’s it—don’t cry, Taube...– Just... Stay still.”

König has to keep his large and scarred hands on your thighs, preventing you from wiggling around, to hold you down and reassure you that he'll be gentle — or as gentle and careful a man of his size can possibly be. You shake and tremble through the ache in your lower region, your back arched as you feel him sink further inside, the stretch becoming almost unbearable as he splits you apart on his cock.

He can't stop himself though, not until he's had his fill will he tend to your broken pussy.

[sweetiecutie]

Husband! König is very happy that your parents decide to finally come over to your house for a week to spend Christmas and New Year with you two. König does genuinely enjoy their company - they’re his family now after all, not only by law but by feelings that connect you all.

But there’s a little but. Husband! König just can’t help but feel frustrated at the lack of intimacy between you two these past days. Not only have you been occupied with holiday preparations, shortening the usual amount of attention you gave him, but constant presence of both your parents around the house meant nearly to no sex. From fucking you whenever and wherever he pleased, König now had to settle for a quick hand- or blowjob from you in a bathroom before going back to your parents, all broad smiles and innocence in your eyes.

Husband! König who clenches his chiseled jaw, throwing his head back so it hits the wall behind with a soft ‘thud’ as he tries his absolute hardest to bite back all the moans and groans threatening to slip off his tongue. You coo sweet apologies to him as your hand fists his leaking cock before the warmth of your mouth wraps around thick shaft, sinking down on it until your nose is buried into small bush of dark blonde hair on König’s pubic.

König can barely stay upright, the lack of any sexual interaction between you two in these past days making him even more sensitive. A string of hissed curses falling from bitten lips as your throat moulded to the shape of his dick, clenching down on him as you bob your head up and down, fucking the cum out of your husband with your mouth.

Husband! König who doesn’t last for long, soon flooding your throat with his thick pearly cum, making you gag and cough around his softening dick. You slip your mouth off his cock, tucking it back into his boxers and pressing a small kiss right under his bellybutton, practically making König melt in your arms. “I’m sorry baby, I promise that I’ll make it up to you once they leave” you whisper, pressing another quick kiss to his tummy before standing up and exiting the bathroom, leaving your hubby all hot and bothered still>:[

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[tacticalprincess]

cw somno, dubcon

insatiable little bunny girlfriend x könig… he’s grown used to waking up to pretty, pleading eyes, plump lips pressed to his boxers as you nuzzle against his large morning wood, cute supple ass wagging in the air, eager to be filled. but this… this is new. a much more desperate measure taken by his horny bunny. taking advantage of his deadweight, log-like state, you’ve managed to free his stiff cock from his underwear without so much as an unconscious grumble of objection. you must’ve took that as your green light to swing one leg over the vast expanse of him, thighs burning from the stretch as you trap his cock between the festering heat between them. soiling his lap with a mixture of sweet honeyed slick and the pearly precum oozing from his sensitive cockhead each time it bumps against your puffy little clit.

surprisingly, it’s not the stimulation from your pulsing pussy that wakes him up. it’s the tiny mewls and sniffles you make, all cock-dumb and lost in your pleasure. könig’s always known you to be a loud one in bed, hyper-sensitive everywhere but especially when you’re feeling good and being touched. your shaky, delicate hands clasped around his broad shoulders as you do what you do best, hop hop hopping on his cock. you’re so desperate to be bred, he can feel it, can smell it emitting around you, eyes squeezed shut and humping him so fast and hard it has to hurt a bit. he’s not surprised that when your eyes open to see him watching you, you squeak out in frustration — “need your cock. please help, könig.”

shh, he knows. he can’t blame you, you’re biologically hardwired with the ever present need to be bred, so stuffed full with come and cock that it’s overflowing and you can’t speak or think. but you’ve gotten too greedy, spoiled rotten from the sweet spot he has for you. he oughta teach you some discipline.

once he so mercifully impales you onto his thick dick, he puts his arms behind his head, watches you through heavy hooded eyes. “well, better keep bouncing, then, bunny. if you want my cum, work for it.”

[wheezingstar]

König doesn’t sleep with clothes on. Once he gets comfortable with you and you’re moved in together, he’s not wearing anything but boxers and his wedding ring to bed. He’s a big man, he creates a lot of body heat by himself. He’s your personal heater whenever you need one.

You’re snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest and one of your legs resting on his and looping around one of his legs slightly and your arm across his torso in bed.

König isn’t upset by it whatsoever, he’s happy actually. He falls asleep almost instantly after you’re asleep and he likes holding you close.

[d-emeter]

Types of lingerie they'd go a little feral over — plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters

Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria

CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities

Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)

All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3

John Price

Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts — you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.

(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his — your — couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to — that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).

König

Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing — acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality — they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).

Philip Graves

Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude — makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.

Alejandro Vargas

Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.

Valeria Garza

Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.

(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you — remember, only the best for her girl)

[amaranthinespirit]

riding loser!könig

by the time you managed to straddle him, he's probably already came twice in his pants. the way your fingers fumbled with his belt and the zipper of his unbearably tight jeans, his bulge rubbing against the rough denim and cotton boxers.

he already made a mess of the material, and feeling as your hands caress across his chest, your body sinking down on his angry, red cock, he couldn't help but shoot thick, pearly cum from his tip. it oozed down the side of his dick, drooling across his hips and down onto the sheets below.

you merely chuckled, a hand barely wrapped around the girth of his cock as you spread his release, feeling the veins under your palm and the way he twitched in your hand, curses in his mother tongue flying from his lips in a desperate gasp.

all you do is guide his cockhead to your drooling cunt, slick with arousal as you part your folds with his tip. sticky cum mixed with your sweet slick as you coated his flesh as if it were lube. you hoped it would make taking his heavy cock easier—it wouldn't.

even before you had guided his cock to your slit, his chest heaved, features flushed from his previous climaxes that came way too easily. it's not his fault he's never been touched by a woman! not all his previous attempts had been successful—the poor social recluse and his debauched thoughts left to his own right hand.

but you were different than his past endeavors—he didn't give up. he didn't quite understand rejection when it came to you. come on, schatz! he likes you, so shouldn't you feel the same way? silly, silly maus, he'll convince you!

and he did! which is how you ended up on top of him, his meaty, thick cock wrapped in your hands as you hover above him, fingers barely touching, waiting to impale yourself on his sensitive dick. his two burly hands pawing at your breasts, kneading the fat under his palms and turning the skin red.

a burn had split down your body as you slipped his tip past your puffy folds, feeling his cock head twitch against your spongy walls as you slowly sank down onto his cock.

you felt a thick, white substance ooze from between your thighs, the way your sopping cunt was suddenly full despite only pushing his tip past your folds. if it wasn't for the loud groan that fell from his lips, you'd have been clueless.

all you did was smirk, slowly sinking further down on his cock while you tried to adjust to his brutish size. small gasps falling from your lips with every added inch, and it didn't help when his massive hands creeped from your breasts down to your waist, slipping to your backside and gripping the flesh between his fingers with bruising force.

you yelped as he forced you all the way down onto his heavy cock—he's selfish! can you really blame him, schatz? you feel like heaven, how could be not!

you're so warm, and tight, and wet, schatz! he just wants to stay buried in your sopping cunt forever! your spongy walls clamping so tightly around him, he was worried you'd push him out! his girthy cock was stretching you so much, you could feel the prominent veins along his length, as though they could be imprinted into your pussy. like his cock was the only thing made to fit inside your tight cunt.

your hands fell against his chest, strings of incoherent words babbled from your lips as he used your tight cunt, his hips pounding you fervently as vocal groans and grunts escaped his throat, drowning out your soft cries at the feeling of his bulbous tip slamming against your cervix.

he didn't last long—reference the 4 other times he had came that night. a mere 30 seconds before he filled you again, thick ropes of pearly cum leaking from his cock that was buried deep in your spongy cunt.

his hands on your ass, grasping firmly as he held you down—despite your shuddering and squirming on top of him. his tip grazing your cervix as he hoped for his seed to take. he just wants to stay with you, and this is a sure way for that to happen.

by the end of the night, he had come at least 5 times—he's sensitive, schatz! if you want him to last longer, you should give yourself to him more often! then, he'd be able to be buried in your pussy for longer than 30 seconds!

[simonriley09]

Loser/Nerd!König headcanons!

Loser/Nerd!König: Who tells you he's a virgin, blushing as you giggle at him, teasing him Loser/Nerd!König: Who cums in his pants twice as you straddle him, holding back a whine Loser/Nerd!König: Who see's stars as you ride him, thighs shaking and nails clawing at your back Loser/Nerd!König: Who pumps a load into your hole every 30 seconds cuz he can't handle you maus!, so he's reduced to a whimpering, drooling, shaking mess Loser/Nerd!König: Who goes crazy over your body, no matter what. Skinny? Chubby? Short? Small? small curves? small dick? he fucking loves you how you are. Loser/Nerd!König: Who's shaking by the time you've touched his thigh Loser/Nerd!König: Who's breath hitches as you rub his inner thigh in a packed movie theater Loser/Nerd!König: Who spoils you rotten, you even look at a piece of jewelery? it's on your desk the next morning. Loser/Nerd!König: Who wraps your boxers/panties around his fat dick and jerks off with it

[machveil]

sad, wet König comes in two flavors - I encourage playing with your food and mixing them together🎀✨

sad, wet König whose eyes won’t stop leaking, big fat tears clinging to his lashes, the snottiest sniffles making his throat raw

sad, wet König whose sad, wet tip won’t stop leaking. groveling for your attention because he’s so very touch starved, Maus :(

[sweet-as-an-angel]

so! you mentioned in the 'p0rn preferences' post that Gaz is not the one who jerks off the most in the 141, and I humbly ask you, who would that be?

I don't mean this as a request, just a little discussion, cause I feel like Soap would just be going at it at any chance possible, like a bunny. he probably doesn't care much if someone hears it, but that's just me thinking too much into it.

Who Jerks off the Most in the 141 + König

Warnings: 18+, Heavy Mentions of Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Implied Reader in Individual Headcanons, Accidental and Implied Voyeurism, Edging, Brief Mention of Injury, Men Who Moan <3, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

A/N: As per Anon's question (which I just had to turn into a post of its own) I present to you the list of the 141 members (and König) who jerk off from the most to least <3

Soap

I have to agree with you here, Anon - Johnny is most definitely the king of self love when it comes to the 141.

He doesn't much care where he is or who he's with; when he has to satisfy his needs, he'll do so.

Though, he'll spare whoever's with him the sight of watching him throwing his head back, trying to stifle his moans behind gritted teeth whilst the wet sound of his hand slipping up and down the length of his shaft fill the room.

Unless they want to.

For one reason or another, he's nigh-insatiable when it comes to his libido, and the fact that his stamina affords him the luxury of beating himself off until his cum is practically translucent doesn't help.

The slightest thing can set him off.

Someone brushing past him ? Hard.

Someone stroking his ego a little too enthusiastically ? Bricked up.

He sees something that's shaped to be a little too curvy or phallic ? Stiff as a pole.

He remembers something mildly suggestive you did three years ago in that restaurant ? He's going to the Horny Realm.

Yes, his teammates have complained about his incessant moaning-come-grunting-come-whimpering through all hours of the night, his voice contorting through a spectrum of desperation and Johnny always ending up spent and overstimulated by the time the sun comes up.

And then he's ready to do it all again the second night touches the horizon line, giving his teammates a knowing smile when he walks into the room sporting nothing else save for a pair of boxers and a monster that looks to be trying to tear itself free from them.

Gaz

Dude's young. Of course he's throttling that rooster on a nigh-daily basis.

The only reason he's not at it as much as Soap is because he likes to believe he still has a few threads of his self-restraint intact.

He doesn't.

Especially when it comes to you (regardless of whether you're dating yet or not).

But he doesn't need to know that.

Honestly, the only thing that separates him from Johnny's unmatched libido is the fact that it takes a little more than the slightest provocation to get Gaz going.

Albeit, that line is a thin one.

If he so much as accidentally sees something explicit for upwards of three seconds, he's hard.

The only advantage of his need for satisfaction is the speed with which he can achieve it.

He and Johnny actually timed each other once to see who could get off the fastest.

Gaz won. Though, only by a slim margin.

Needless to say, that made for a rather interesting conversation with the Captain when he walked in on two of his best soldiers sat panting on the edge of their cots, an almost-translucent spray spattered across their stomachs, eyes half-lidded and hazy.

Ghost

The third-in-line for the Throttle Throne is none other than our beloved Ghost.

Unlike Johnny and Gaz, Ghost is more likely to leave himself alone at the first sign of trouble, toughing it out until he can will his mind to less lustful pastimes.

He won't make his jacking off known to anyone, either, often doing it in the shower where the water beats down so harshly that no sound can be heard for the water's fall.

That, and he's a master at keeping his voice low, no matter the circumstances.

More often than not, Simon makes quick work of jerking off purely because it’s a means to an end. However, if it’s you he’s thinking of, he’s much more likely to take his time — to immerse himself in the fantasy of your body around his, taking him so well in one capacity or another. Fucking yourself dumb on his cock.

During these times, he’s thorough — much more likely to edge himself, to throw his head back and growl between gritted teeth, to savour the sensation coiling in his stomach, his balls growing tight.

Otherwise, he’ll stroke one out as quickly as he can, getting back to business as usual.

And to look at him, on the surface, you'd never know that he just spent the last three minutes rubbing one out in the bathroom (yes, he is also a contender for first place in the 'Who Can Jack Off The Quickest Competition', but he'll never allow Johnny or Gaz the luxury of witnessing his unprecedented skill; that's for your eyes only).

Until he corners you, breathing down your neck, scolding you for tempting him - a man whose restraint lies only in his ability to hold off from reducing you to an exponential reflection of his prior state, breathless and covered in fluids.

König

Have you seen the size of that thing ? Man should be in the olympics for being able to throw that weight around.

Similarly to Ghost, König only gets himself off when it's absolutely necessary.

Only if he doesn't have you lying around to help him, of course.

Though, he lets himself have a bit of fun with it. Especially if it's been a tough day.

He's vocal, too. Though he tries not to be.

He just can't help it. Days' - maybe even weeks' - worth of unspent adrenaline and semen is hardly any way for a soldier like König to go about his life. So, he expels it in the privacy of quite literally any isolated space he can find.

König is not an adventurous spirit by any means when it comes to self pleasure, but when needs must, he's willing to shoulder the weight of the prospect that someone on his team could walk in at any second and catch him spraying his stomach or the wall white with, let's face it, thick ropes of cum.

Hong-Jin's actually caught him doing that before now.

That's actually how the two became friends: Horangi heard König grunting in the store cupboard and, knowing how stubborn his Colonel was with letting others know when he was injured, sought him out. Wanted to offer his help.

Catching Colonel König in the act of throwing his head back whilst growling the name '(Y/N)' into the darkest corner of the room was, suffice it to say, not what Horangi had been expecting.

Price

You just know he's cool with it. And by 'cool', I mean incredibly intentional, controlled, and not ravenous in the ways our other favourite military princesses are.

Sure, Price has gotten hard on the job a few times.

Who hasn't ?

But thanks to his level head, unwavering devotion to his work, and absolute refusal to acknowledge that he did, in fact, get a little bit of a chub during a shoot-out, he's managed to gain control over every facet of his body.

Until he comes home to you, of course.

Until he's able to loom over you like an omen and run his hands down your sides, stopping at your hips and pressing kisses that become more open-mouthed the further down the side of your neck he dips.

Pressing his hips into yours. Something demands your attention.

There have been very few occasions where a cold shower wasn't a quick enough fix for him.

When the days of having you milk him are too far out of sight, he's had to suffice with his own hands before now. Had to imagine - remember - what yours felt like in his place, your lips curled up as he gripped the chair arms, breathless as he moaned into the warm tones of your shared apartment.

But don't worry ! He'll be sure to catch you up on everything you've missed while he's been away once he returns.

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can you do a somnophilia with König pretty please?

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CW: Somnophilia

You didn’t realise König was serious after he asked if he could fuck you while you slept. It wasn’t his fault, sleeping next to you just made him so horny, thick cock weeping with strings of precum as he watched your slumbered frame.

Your skin was so soft and inviting, the plushness of your pretty thighs on display as his large shirt you were wearing rode up, a hint of your panties visible.

He was so painfully hard, the tip flushed a darker shade as he pulled his stained boxers down, curls of hair stained with creamy anticipation as he pushed your shirt up. Soft tits jiggled under his rough hands, nipples flush against overworked palms as he mewled at the sight of you.

“My schatz, look what you do to me,” he whispered into the air, his voice thick with arousal as he slipped your panties off, sucking in at the sight of your aching cunt.

His cock ran through your folds, nudging your achy clit with every jerk as he hissed into the air. He was so eager, so desperate for you as he worked himself into your warmth, tight hole fluttering around his length. You were always so welcoming, always so ready for him.

He was hopeless at holding in his grunts, his mouth splayed open as he rocked into you at a feral pace.

“F-Fuck Maus - so good for me, even asleep.”

His pace was relentless, chasing his high with every pound as he rested a thick hand around your neck, another tweaking at perky nipples. A soft groan left your lip as you woke up, eyes fluttering with confusion before you felt a gush surrounding your pillowy walls.

“Baby?” You whispered, feeling an absence between your thighs, followed by something dripping out of you in thick, sticky interludes.

“Close your eyes, liebe,” he cooed, fingers probing at your entrance to stuff the rest of his cum back inside your weeping pussy.

[konigsblog]

When Virgin!König finally loses his virginity. (🌽)

Oh boy, I hope you're prepared to deal with a literal beast.

König can barely keep it together at the opportunity you've just offered to him. He's gone thirty-seven years without losing his virginity, and to say that he's pent up and overly desperate is a clear understatement. The thought of losing his virginity has him wide-eyed, choking on his words as he nods desperately.

He can barely keep his composure as he rips his trousers off, already dragging you closer to him while pulling your legs over his broad shoulders. His lengthy fingers pull at your damp cotton panties, tearing them off your figure while his hands find themselves up your skimpy, see-through tank top, tugging at your nipples as he rolls his clothed cock against your bare pussy, rutting his growing bulge against your wet heat.

It doesn't take König long to undress as he pulls his meaty dick from the tight confines of his boxers, feeling a couple sizes too small now that he has a raging hard-on. He drags the head of his swollen cock against your tight hole, collecting your sweet, nectar juices on the tip of his stiff boner. His thick, pink tip oozes out pearly beads of his creamy semen, and before you can warn König to be gentle and careful, he's already forcing himself inside. No preparation. Can you blame him? He gets his knowledge off of pornography, he has no proper experience with women.

Your insides feel heavenly and addictive, hypnotising König with each deep thrust. He breathes out through satisfaction and amusement, his sturdy hips bucking into your rear uncontrollably, stuffing your spongy, velvety walls with his twitching boner. He throws his head backwards through ecstasy, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh along your waist, his grip becoming firm and his pace unforgiving. He can feel the way his large cock twitches and pulsates inside of your drooling cunt, becoming almost overwhelming and overstimulating for the virgin giant.

“Heilige Scheiße, kleine Maus—! Du bist so verdammt perfekt—so eng, feucht und warm.”

König spends the majority of his time watching pornography and getting himself off while dreaming of losing his own virginity for once, and now, he has everything he's ever dreamt of. He's been craving this for a ridiculously long time, to fuck a tight hole like yours. He practically drools and slobbers all over you like a rapid mutt, becoming animalistic and violent with his rough poundings.

He can't stop himself as he thrusts into you mercilessly and relentlessly, groaning and growling, bullying his girthy and swollen dick into your tightening walls while covering your slick and soft folds in drops of sticky load. He pumps his thick length into you forcefully one last time, pushing his broad and well-built hips right up against you as he feels himself completely lose control, barely lasting more than two minutes.

Fuck, you've opened König up to this, and now he's addicted. This is your fault! You better be prepared to take everything he has to offer, until he's passed out beside you, intoxicated and mesmerised by your cunt.

[dmitriene]

collaring simon riley to show him his place, hold him down during his growly, rumbling attempts to maul you down, end up the one in control, but the steel prongs that dig into the sensitive, flushing skin of his throat make him obey, grumbling in displeasure when he has to be slow with you, recoil from your soppy, pulsing cunt before your throbbing clit would be all pebbled and swollen, making you hiccup in pleasure and plead him for more, even take his collar off, no, this time you don't let him enjoy your pussy too much, his upper lip already pulling up in a snarl.

tugging at the chain leash to make him scoot back on his knees, the floor beneath scraping at his skin, as simon watches through quivering, pale eyelashes how you turn on your tummy, teasing him with your pert ass perched out, a sharp curve to your spine, showing him your drippy, clenching hole, sneaking a delicate finger between your soaked folds, drool and slick gleaming at your digit, as you pull him closer, a permission for him to have, saliva building in his throat, swallowed with a thundering, hoarse groan as you remind — “nice and slow, yeah?„

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collaring könig to calm down his excitement, keep him seated down when he stumbles at his feet and tugs at the crotch of his pants once he catches a glimpse of your appealing, naked body, laying against the sheets with your back, legs spread wide to show him your pussy already nicely wet, oozing slick streaks down your supple thighs, making him whine shamelessly loud through his throat, almost howling, crawling closer to take a better look, get a permission to taste should you glance in his almost glassy, wide with want baby blue eyes, but you tug the leash, steel prongs scraping his neck.

you make him earn it, sit obediently, without a sound whimpered, promising that you'll let him fuck you if he'd be nice, so könig tries his best, even when his cock throbs painfully in the confines of his boxers, soiling the fabric with precum, as his eclipsed eyes watch intently the way your fingers tap against your slit, squelching, dripping even more at your own touch, sliding in between your parting folds, and when you notice how quiet it is in the bedroom, checking on könig to see the front of his pants wet, eyes watery, you coo at him to get on the bed, reminding teasingly — “gotta be calm and quiet for me, alright?„

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