#röanig

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Kinktober Day 11: Aphrodisiacs! I'm a little behind 😅

Thank you @nonsenseafterdark for the prompt list!

Trans!Roach/König

Words: 961

NSFW under the cut. No TWs.

Anatomy Words Used: Pussy, Clit, T-dick, Hole, Entrance, Lips

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Roach ducked as the hulking enemy in front of him threw a punch. Motherfucker was nearing seven feet tall and wide to match, wearing some creepy t-shirt over his head with eye holes cut out. With nearly a foot height difference Roach had to kite the man’s attacks perfectly or get grabbed and thrown to the ground. He strafed right as the guy tried to tackle him, then to the left to avoid his follow-up attempt and create some space between them in the tight warehouse.

Unfortunately, the enemy grabbed Roach’s wrist and yanked him back. Being so much stronger he whipped Roach around into a stack of crates as if the Sergeant weigh nothing. There was a crack! as wood splintered around Roach as he stumbled right through them onto the floor. The contents vaporized in a fine pink powder.

Roach recollected his bearings. Remembering where he was, he braced for impact—one that never came.

His assailant sneezed.

The Sergeant reached for his holstered gun before realizing the powder had a funny smell that tickled his nose and spread warmth across his cheeks. Considering his luck it was probably Agent Orange: The Squeakuel.

Something felt odd. Distracting. The other man must’ve felt it too, since the violence stopped dead in its tracks. That warmth filled his lungs, made his heart skip a beat and accelerate, parted his lips with a needy sigh. But what did he need?

His hands began to shake. A shiver ran down his spine. The feeling of clothes on his skin was suddenly too much; fabric dragging over sensitive flesh drew a moan from his throat. He pressed his legs together only to feel wetness squish between his thighs.

What the fuck?

He looked up at the enemy towering over him like a draft horse and couldn’t help but wonder if he had a cock to match. It seems the feeling was mutual, as the man fell to his knees and crawled on top of him. Suddenly his mouth was stuffed with a stranger’s tongue, a gloved hand at his throat pinning him in place.

“Jesus Christ,” Roach whispered. Fingers slipped under the chain to his ID discs, ripping them off before he could stop it. “Hey!”

“Sergeant Sanderson, huh?” The man asked with some unplaceable accent.

Roach yelped in surprise as a knee rammed between his legs, expecting a penis based on its angle of approach. Finding different machinery, the man pulled back, narrowed his eyes in what might’ve been a devilish smile under his mask, then ducked down to rip off Roach’s fatigues.

He groaned at the sight of Roach’s boxers, only the slightest bulge created by his mound, growling, “I don’t know what the hell is going on but I’m glad you have a cunt.”

It was an Austrian accent.

Roach gasped. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Why the fuck aren’t you stopping me?” He rubbed Roach’s slit through soaked boxers. “Why are you so wet, Gary?”

All Roach could manage was to whimper and tense his thighs, although he couldn’t bring himself to shove his enemy off or even close his legs.

“Mhm. Figures. My call sign is König, if you need something to scream. Or Colonel," he said, promptly burying his face in Roach's pussy.

Apparently, König was a freak. He inhaled deeply through his mouth and nose, one hand pinning Roach’s hip while the other lifted his homemade mask. As he licked, his nose rubbed Roach’s sensitive t-dick, wide tongue pressing against Roach’s hole.

Roach grabbed the back of his helmet and humped up into the sensation. Lifting his ass gave König the opportunity to pull his boxers down.

“Scheiße, look at that! Your clit’s huge,” he marveled, then wrapped his lips around it.

Roach yelled, earning a hand over his mouth. He couldn’t believe König was large enough to reach. Next thing he knew, two huge fingers pressed against his entrance. Under any other circumstances he’d beg the man to wait, to start with one, but he was too horny. He pushed back and they slid inside.

He cried, “Fuck, you’re stretching me out.”

“You can take it, slut,” König said, finding his G-spot and earning more delicious sounds. “Yeah, moan for me.”

When König’s fingers curled and his pace increased, Roach suddenly reached a shuddering orgasm and squirted up his wrist. The hand retreated, a fly unzipped, and König lined the tip of his dick up with Roach’s hole.

The sheer size of it made Roach’s eyes widen. “It’s like a fucking water bottle,” he sobbed.

“You can take it.”

His cheeks burned hot while König held his legs together in the air. It spread his pussy lips, stretching his hole as he gripped König’s arms. A rubber band tightened in his abdomen as the cock entered, impossibly deep until the man’s body pressed into his t-dick, who moaned at the feeling of Roach’s insides.

Roach’s eyes rolled back. He rolled his hips so it rubbed his G-spot.

“Ready?”

He nodded.

König groaned and pulled out before slamming himself back inside, dick long enough to just barely kiss Roach’s cervix. Roach gasped—König gave one more exploratory thrust before jackhammering down inside. Using him like a fleshlight. Completely uncaring about the obscenely sloppy sounds emanating from Roach’s mouth and hole.

Roach saw stars. He came again, bearing down on König's length, which began to throb as the man filled him with cum, spreading his legs to make out sloppily as their bodies rocked together.

Suddenly, Roach was empty. Cum poured from his pussy.

König stood on shaking legs and yanked him up. “Pull up your pants. You’ve got twenty seconds to run before I put a bullet in your head.”

[roachsideblog]

WIP GAME

OUGH i know i wasnt tagged but i want to join <3<3 I was inspired by @8-rae-rae-8

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

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Most of my WIPs are untitled so you'll get what they exist as in my brain. All snippets will be sfw material. I'm also happy to talk about context (except for Outside Looking In! No spoilers babes 🤭)

1. A future chapter of Outside Looking In

2. Some roach whump where he is #injuredseverely

3. Some aleroach (answered here!)

4. Some röanig

5. A quarantined soaproach vent fic (life is good the venting worked + time passed)

Tagging @randomwordsandstormydays my beloved and @fanaticalthings !! No pressure though :3c

[sideroachblog]

Half of my fics have some sort of dental trauma going on. Legit half. If we're talking face trauma in general (broken noses, etc) its uhhh nearly all of them, save for Leg Day (soaproach) and The Apple of my Eye (my only ghoap fic). Even in the shit i aint posted. Well, there is a konig x roach one but that one has uhhh. Weird teeth + tongue stuff going on. So im counting it.