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konigsblog · 1 year ago

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How about the COD boys and period sex?

please ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable or uninterested, I haven't seen anything on it with them.

this doesn't make me uncomfortable, don't worry !! i get a lot about period sex with the COD men, so here...

༉‧₊˚.⭒ EACH MW2 CHARACTER AND PERIOD SEX..

characters included: ghost, soap, gaz, price, alejandro, rudy, könig, horangi ... ｡*ﾟ+⭒·｡*ﾟ+⭒ not my photo below, message me for credit.

GHOST isn't bothered. he makes sure you're comfortable, that you're not too sore or aching before easing in. he's gentle and soft with you, getting his hands bloody whilst rubbing your sensitive clit in circles, kissing your neck annd making out with you messily while fucking into you sloppily. cumming deep inside you and watching as his cum oozes out your tight hole, mixed with your blood making it a pretty pink :( one that matches the shade of your pretty panties !!

SOAP doesn't mind it too much, he's a soldier after all, a little bit of blood won't scare him... although, he won't be gentle with you, instead fucking you like a slut. whispering praise in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you!!! your bodies pressed together and his lengthy dick stuffes in your sloppy cunt. grr', he definitely eats you out afterwards, tasting your blood on his tongue, fingering you till you're sobbing and gaspin' :(

GAZ won't fuck your pussy whilst you're on your period, inside fingering you and rubbing your clit whilst you allow him to fuck your asshole nicely :( his lengthy, veiny size pounded deep into your ass, slowing down his pace and sloppily fucking into you, messy sex with your hand covered in blood and his fingers coated in your period blood, stuffed inside your pussy while you rub your nub in circles to soothe the ache in your stomach. feeling raw as he continues to bully his way inside your ass.

PRICE isn't bothered, he'll eat you out, fuck you raw... he's your captain, he's not afraid to fuck you and get his cock bloody from your period blood. your legs pushed over his shoulders and his thick, girthy dick slamming into you sensitive cunt, tight walls clutching onto him as you wail out and cry his name through whiney moans, sloppy pussy dripping around him. definitely sucks at your clit afterwards, the friction from his beard against your soft thighs making you whimper and whine, sobbing from pleasure as you cum all over his beard, your juices and blood dripping from his chin.

ALEJANDRO is slightly worried, he doesn't want you to feel discomfort whilst he fucks you, instead taking it slow and rubbing his wet cock against and between your folds, prominent veins running down his shaft, the tip of his size rubbing against your sensitive clit!!! praising you through breathy grunts, cumming all over your stomach and pushing it inside your pussy, your pussy squeezing around him as you squirt against his abdomen :(

RUDY makes sure you're comfortable and in a safe position -- believing it would help your cramps. fucks you in a spooning position, his body pressed against yours, holding your thighs open as he bucks into your sloppy slit!!! you whimper, making out with him, feeling him push deep inside your cunt, cockwarming him as he shoots ropes of thick, potent seed into your cunny, covering your thighs in his load and your own slick :(

KÖNIG eats you out. he knows he's too big for you, that it'll hurt if he pushes inside and loses himself, fucking you like a wild animal. his tongue stroking back and forth between your folds, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue, your pussy dripping for him. you arch your back, grinding against his face and cryin' out his name, whining and mewlin' as he meekly guides your hips back and forth, rubbing your cunny against his tongue!! soft sounds of pleasure leave through your swollen lips, chanting his name as he sucks and flicks your clit, face tearstained and wet as you cum all over of face.

definitely comes up and makes out with you, sloppy kissing you and forcing you to taste yourself, his lips covered in crimson, staining his jaw as he looks at you; pussydrunk and greedy.

HORANGI doesn't care, he'll fuck you animalistically, his hard size thrusted into your dripping, ruby cunt, your thighs caked in juices and cum :( you sob and grip at the bedsheets, feeling him slam into you, his harsh and rough pace as he holds your hips skywards against his own, easy access to fuck you ruthlessly :((( “착해, 바로 그거야, 얘야..” you squeal out, thighs covered in crimson and his dick leaking out milky, white seed onto your clit, fingering you and making you cum over and over again, slick dripping down his palm.

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fwoomp-me-up · 4 months ago

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Cat Rescue

HDG fic, 2700 words. Anon requested sweet & gushy, which brought to mind some experience a friend had recently shared about providing comfort to those in shock. Not smut but the Human Domestication Guide setting is firmly "mature audiences."

The wind whistled through the narrow alleys, carrying with it the scent of toxic rain and the muted hum of decaying city life. Amidst the cold, sharp angles of towering buildings, a small cardboard box lay tucked away beneath a row of long-forgotten crates. It was a box meant for shipping, its edges soft and worn from exposure, yet it offered a semblance of shelter for the trembling young woman curled up inside. She had made a nest of the posters and papers found nearby, but they did little against the chill that seeped through her bones.

Her eyes, bleary and sunken from fatigue, stared at the crinkled top of the box. It was the only world she'd known for days, a fragile refuge. Each breath was a struggle, drawing the cold, acrid air into her lungs. She was small, insignificant- a tiny leaf adrift in a vast, indifferent sea. Fear gripped her chest like an icy iron vice, she didn't know if she would see the morning sun again.

She had no name, no papers, and no voice in this strange, massive city. Terran society had left her behind long before the invading ships reached this corner of the sector, and now she drifted through like a ghost. But for once, she wasn't truly alone. Unbeknownst to her, another pair of eyes watched from above, glimmering in the darkness.

The soft patter of paws against the alley floor heralded the approach of a sleek, gray-furred catgirl. Her ears twitched, and she sniffed the air curiously, tilting her head to catch the scent of something faint– sorrow and fear, wrapped in desperation. It drew her in, compelling her to investigate. Peeking over the edge of the crates, her eyes widened as she spotted the hunched figure inside the box. A gasp escaped the lips of Mewlin Frostpetal, first floret.

"Hey… miss?" Her voice a gentle murmur, hardly above a whisper. She reached out a hesitant paw but froze when the girl inside shrank away, curling up tighter.

The catgirl's heart ached at the sight. No sophont should be left like this–alone and afraid, hiding in the shadows. Her tail flicked with determination as she withdrew her paw and tapped a small comms unit clipped to her jacket.

"Lycina, I need help," she whispered urgently. "There's someone here. She's… she's all alone and scared. Please come quickly."

Within moments, a towering figure appeared at the mouth of the alley radiating warmth and life. Lycina Frostpetal, a first bloom Affini, with seemingly ice-tipped vines woven through her shifting form, approached with a grace that seemed to calm the very air around her. Her eyes, softly glowing with compassion, swept over the scene, and she knelt beside the catgirl, her presence gentle but unyielding.

"What have we here, little kitty?" Lycina's voice was a soothing melody, wrapping the terran like a warm embrace. She extended a slender vine into the box, its touch feather-soft as it brushed against the terran's trembling shoulder. "There's no need to hide, darling. We're here to help."

She flinched, but didn't withdraw. Instead, she slowly lifted her head, eyes wide and brimming with uncertainty. Lydia's smile was soft and patient as she extended more vines, weaving a cocoon of shelter around the box without touching it directly. A soft floral scent flooded the air, sweet and calming, coaxing the girl out of her shell, little by little. "See?" Lycina murmured, her snow-white leaves rustling at barely more than a breath. "It's all right. We'll take care of you."

Encouraged by the Affini's gentle tone and the web of vines to block the wind, the terran uncurled just enough to peek out. Lycina waited, unmoving, her eyes never leaving the girl's face. A minute passed, then another. Finally, with a soft, shuddering sigh, the girl shifted forward, her movements slow and hesitant.

"There we go," the catgirl cooed, her ears perking up with joy. She leaned closer, her expression brightening. "I'm so glad you're okay. You must be so scared…"

The girl's gaze flitted between the two strangers, lingering on the looming mass of plant holding a strangely comforting smile, and what seemed to be an expression of earnest concern worn by a talking beast. Tears welled in her eyes, and before she knew it, she was sobbing–deep, wrenching sobs that shook her slight frame. She tried to bury her face, ashamed of her vulnerability, but Lycina's vines were there, cradling her, supporting her.

"Shh, it's all right, little one. Let it out," Lycina murmured, drawing the girl closer with infinite care. She gently lifted the girl from the box, swaddling her in a web of soft vines that pulsed with a subtle warmth. The catgirl hovered beside, her eyes glistening with tears of her own.

As they carried her out of the alley and into open air, the girl felt something inside her shift. The cold, hard knot of fear and loneliness that had coiled around her heart began to loosen, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation: Hope. An unfamiliar emotion stirred on by an encounter with the unknown. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt safe.

Lycina took her to an ad-hoc clinic nestled in a former office in the heart of the urban district. The space was filled with soft light and the quiet hum of gentle melodies. In a private room, Lycina set her down on a padded cot, vines tucking her into a cozy space before vanishing out into the hall. The catgirl flitted about, moving junk and supplies alike to clear space, her tail swishing energetically. The terran glanced up at her, still wary but less so now. The catgirl's fanged smile was so bright, so genuine, that it chased away remnants of her fear.

"I'm Mewlin! What's your name?" the catgirl asked, squatting beside her.

She hesitated, her voice barely more than a whisper. "...I don't remember."

The felid gasped before her expression softened, and she reached how to take the girls hand, squeezing with a soft paw. "That's okay. We'll find it together, okay? For now, I'll call you… Sweetpea? How's that sound?"

The terran–Sweetpea–nodded slowly. The name felt strange, foreign, but… nice? It was something to hold on to, at least.

Lycina returned with a tray of steaming soup and a cup of sweet herbal tea. "Here, little one. Drink this slowly. It will help warm you up."

Sweetpea accepted the cup with trembling hands. As she sipped the tea, its warmth spread through her chest, melting the last vestiges of the cold that had gripped her so fiercely. She took a deep breath, the scent of flowers and honey filling her senses, and let herself relax against the pillows. Mewlin perched beside her, setting the tray on an end table and fussing over the blankets and pillows, trying to make sure Sweetpea was as cozy as possible. She purred softly, the sound a gentle, soothing vibration she hoped could help lull Sweetpea into a sense of peace.

She'd drift back into consciousness–a sudden breath, a sip of soup, a soft whimper–before fading back into peace. Her caretakers watched over her, their expressions tender.

"She'll be all right now," Lycina murmured, brushing a vine gently across her forehead. "She just needs time and care."

The catgirl nodded, her ears twitching thoughtfully. "I'll stay with her, Lycina. I don't want her to be alone."

"Of course, dear Mewlin," Lycina agreed, her voice a soft purr. "She'll have all the love and care she needs, thanks to you."

Mewlin remembered the soul-chilling cold. It lingered in her memory and in her bones. Like a ghost, whispering of a time that was not so long ago (though quite a good distance away) when she had been the one hiding in the dark, clutching scraps of warmth like a lifeline. She shuddered at the thought, glancing at the small, shivering figure huddled on the bed. The sight sent a pang through her heart.

She's so scared…

Instinct urged her to pounce–to wrap this fragile girl in her arms and purr until the shivering stopped. That's what you did, right? Everyone loved a warm tackle-cuddle from a friendly kitty. Just close the distance and show her that she was safe now! But the girl's wary eyes, flitting nervously over every movement when she was awake, held Mewlin back. The catgirl swallowed, ears flattening as she fought down the impulse. No. She had learned better. Her mistress had left her with good enough sense–or maybe an unbreakable order, who was counting–to know this girl was hurt. Injured. Delicate. Just like she had been when she was found.

No sudden moves. No flying glomps. No matter how much she wanted to, and stars above did she want to.

Instead, she tucked herself into a little loaf at the edge of the room. She flicked her tail slowly back and forth, doing her best impression of a relaxed, lazy feline. Safe. Comforting. No threat at all! The girl's gaze lingered on her as she sipped her dinner, nervous and unsure, but she didn't look away. That was good, right? Progress?

A sigh escaped the kitty, and she shifted. Rolling over onto her back and exposing her soft, fluffy belly. She kept one eye half-open, peeking to see if Sweetpea took the bait. Would she reach out? Maybe pet her? It would be a start! A first, tentative step towards breaking through that shell of fear and isolation…

But the girl just curled up again, watching with wide, distrustful eyes. Mewlin's ears drooped. She didn't want to push her luck, so she waited. Rolling over once more and holding her loafed position with all the patience she could muster. She needed time. Maybe if the kitty stayed like this–calm, collected–the girl would come around on her own.

Time passed. Minutes? An hour? It didn't matter. She had nothing but time.

When she (finally) sensed Sweetpea relaxing just the tiniest bit, the catgirl shifted again and stood up, moving with slow, deliberate care. The terran tensed, and Mewlin froze, then took a careful step towards the door, ears swiveling in an attempt to show she meant no harm. When the terran didn't flinch away, she let out a soft, happy purr. Just a little hum of sound, hardly more than a breath. A sound to say I'm here to help. It's fine! You're safe!

With that, the catgirl padded away quietly, slipping out of the room and down the hall. Her paws made no noise on the soft, carpeted floor. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe the terran wasn't ready for company. That was okay! Mewlin knew what to do now. She'd make the space cozier. Fill it with warmth and softness. Her tail twitched with determination. This time, she could be the safety she'd been searching for back then.

She rummaged through a linen closet first, pulling out a pile of blankets. She had to wrap them around her shoulders and drag them behind her like a heavy cape to get them all back to the room. She scampered off again, gathering plushies–soft, squishy ones with big, comforting eyes. A whole armful of them! Next she snagged pillows. A dozen or so, tucking them around the terran to create a nest so plush and inviting that even the most skittish would find it hard to resist.

Back and forth she went, making trips until the oversized bed looked more like a cushioned cloud than a clinic cot. She plopped down a final, oversized plushie, admiring her handiwork with a pleased flick of her tail. The girl was watching her with wide eyes, following each movement like she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

"Thought you could use a little more fluff," the catgirl murmured, smiling softly. She left one of the smaller plushies–a cute, floppy-eared doggy–on the side of the girl's bed, just within reach.

Sweetpea didn't move. Didn't say a word. But Mewlin noticed her gaze lingering on the plushie, the tiniest hint of something–curiosity, hopefully–flickering in those tired eyes.

"Don't worry," the catgirl continued, voice gentle. "I'll stop fussing and leave you to sleep. But I'll be right here if you need anything. Anything at all, okay? Do you want the lights on?"

Sweetpea blinked, and gently shook her head.

With a final, hopeful glance, Mewlin dimmed the lights out and settled herself on a giant plush kitty bed she'd lugged into a corner during the earlier flurry. The pad was an oversized, cushy nest on its own, its soft fur-lined fabric made for lounging and catnaps alike. It took up a good section of the room, but it'd have to do. If it meant she could stay close to Sweetpea, then it was perfect.

After her efforts setting up the room, she tried to keep her excitement in check and give the new girl space. She'd flopped down on her bed, watching the girl curled up alone in the little cocoon of blankets and plushies. Sweetpea hadn't made any moves to leave her nest, but that was okay. Mewlin was a patient kitty. If she'd learned anything from her time in the cold and dark, it was how much it could mean just to know someone was there.

As the city hummed along outside, Mewlin yawned and stretched luxuriously, curling up into a ball on her bed. Her tail wrapped around her, and she felt herself start to drift. The sound of Sweetpea's soft, even breathing formed a comforting lullaby. It wasn't long before the catgirl was purring softly in her sleep.

Hours passed in silence, the kind of quiet that blankets the world in peace. But deep into the night, Mewlin stirred. She felt the tiniest shift in the air, a subtle rustle of blankets–barely more than a whisper. Instinctively, her ears twitched, and her eyes fluttered open, scanning the dark room.

Sweetpea was there. Right there.

Mewlin's heart swelled, warmth spreading through her chest as she realized the girl had moved–slinking all the way across the floor from her cot to the oversized kitty bed. Sweetpea was curled up just a few inches away, so close Mewlin could feel the gentle heat of her body.

For a moment, Mewlin didn't dare move. She just watched, her gaze soft and full of wonder. The girl was still trembling a little, her fingers clutching the edge of a blanket like it was a lifeline. Mewlin's breath caught. Sweetpea looked so small, so fragile, her face half-hidden by the folds of the blanket. But she was here.

Mewlin's instinct screamed to snuggle closer, to wrap her arms around Sweetpea and never let go. But she held herself back, knowing that any sudden movement might startle the poor thing. Instead, she stretched out one paw-like hand, slowly and carefully, until it just barely brushed against Sweetpea's arm. When the girl didn't flinch or pull away, Mewlin let her claw slip into the edge of the blanket, gently tugging it up around her shoulder.

"There we go…" she murmured softly. "All tucked in."

Sweetpea shifted slightly, a small sound–something between a sigh and whimper–escaping her lips. Mewlin's heart melted. She couldn't help herself; the softest, most contented purr rumbled through her chest, vibrating through the bed and filling the room with a gentle, soothing hum.

"It's okay," Mewlin purred, watching as Sweetpea's breathing slowed, becoming deep and even. "I've got you, we're safe here."

Carefully, she shifted just enough to drape her tail over Sweetpea's side, creating a loose, protective circle. She could feel Sweetpea's heartbeat–fast and fluttery, but steady. Gradually, it calmed, falling into rhythm with Mewlin's own.

The catgirl closed her eyes, a contented smile spreading across her lips. She couldn't stop purring if she tried. Sweetpea was here, right beside her. Not alone. Not anymore.

As Mewlin settled back into sleep, her last conscious thought was a simple, joyous refrain:

It's gonna be alright. It's gonna be alright.

And in the quiet darkness of the clinic, the two of them–lost and found, fragile and resolute–found peace in each other's warmth.

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