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The Bet

Rating: This is still an 18+ blog

Pairing: 501st x fem!reader x Cody

Wordcount: 3,6k

Warnings: Kisses... Kisses and even more kisses! ❤️‍🔥 Nghhh....

A/N: THERE IT IS AGAIN! The fic that started it all 😉 First part of The Bet series - Shades of Dates

OP: 2022/02/05 I am still grateful that @nahoney22 convinced me to post. You have no idea how MUCH I love this series, how much fun it was to write...

Summary: "Who needs the Force to tell you apart?" With this statement you place a bet - guessing closed eyed who is who from you favorite boys in blue - just by the way they kiss you! And then one kiss leads to another...

Just a bet - or the most stupid idea you’ve ever had?

You’ve met at 79’s after the 501st came back from another mission, celebrating the fact that they once more made it back to Coruscant safe and sound. The evening was the same as it ever was, casual and at ease. Since you've met so many times, your company is something you can all enjoy equally and make you forget - at least for a few hours - their lives were never meant to be anything but ordnance.

Sometime during the evening one of your boys in blue stated: “Master Yoda said that we may share the same face, but in the Force we are all different and unique.”

Oh, what a wise man Yoda is!

Maybe it was due to the fact that you already had a drink or two and were a little tipsy, or rather, because you've long since fallen head over heels for the boys and just haven't said out loud the obvious yet. Howsoever…

“Who needs the Force to tell you apart? Your character traits are so distinguished, you would be uniquely different in every situation. I could - even without seeing you.”

All eyes on you, astonishment was evident on eight faces. But it was only Rex who questioned your exceptional statement:

“And how would you demonstrate your expertise, if that's even possible?”

“I bet I could guess who's who, just by the way you kiss!”

The reactions varied exactly as you expected, from a surprised cough to a smug grin, from flustered silence to elated cheer, but eight times delighted. Only then did you realize what you had said and blushed terribly. You looked down, somewhat embarrassed, your hands suddenly wet with excitement.

It was Fives who nudged your chin and tilted it up so that you had to face him, just when you were about to stammer an excuse for your hasty assertion.

"Don't back down now that you've finally dared to make a move on us, beautiful!"

Finally? Were they sharing your secret affection and just didn’t tell you? Out of courtesy… or maybe it was just your vanity speaking?

Apparently the first, 'cause now you are seated comfortably in the booth, your heart thundering with anticipation. Eight men standing around you, watching you with hungry eyes.

"Ok vods! Each of us gets one kiss. None of us tells their names until everyone has had their turn - no cheating!” Rex sets the rules, the last instruction directed to you.

“What’s the wager?” Jesse wants to know.

“Yeah, what are we gettin’ out of it?” Hardcase interposes.

“Are you stupid? What you are getting is a kiss - from her! That’s more than you could hope for.” Jesse is slapping the back of Hardcase’s head with a disparaging huff.

More than you could hope for… The way he’s saying it flusters you. If only he knew it’s just the same the other way round. A kiss from your boys - you ever wanted but never dared to dream.

Nervously, you look for an offer that they might like.

“Uhm.. How about truth or dare? I owe each of you I can't guess a favor.”

“Deal!”

You close your eyes.

Nothing happens for what feels like an eternity and you start fidgeting nervously in your seat. But then…

Soft lips, softer than you’ve expected for a trooper, peck a chaste kiss on your mouth. It’s so sweet and bashful - and over much too soon. You can hear a ripple of laughter in the back.

“That’s the sweetest and most innocent kiss I’ve ever got. I bet it was Tup.”

Are you correct in your assumption? True to their words, no one reveals themselves. They keep silent, except for a few more laughs.

Just when things come quiet again, a pair of large calloused hands cup your face, pulling you forward. You gasp, surprised by the sudden move, and just then hot lips seal with yours. An inquisitive tongue captures your mouth, twisting and twirling around yours, hastily savoring you, as if its owner still couldn’t believe this is finally happening. As are you… if you only had known what you were missing, how right it would feel if you dare to surrender to your weakness. Unable to help yourself, you raise your hands, grasping the neck of the man kissing you so fiercely. He smiles against your lips in response, gladly indulging in the taste of you for a little longer. When he’s eventually breaking the kiss, you are left breathless.

You still can feel his face close to yours, as he’s waiting for your evaluation.

“So intense and heated - could only be Hardcase.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, we could kiss her like THAT?!” someone, presumably Tup, is complaining in the background.

“Rules been clear: one kiss. What you made of it was up to you.”

“Stop rambling! It’s my turn now.”

The next clone is carefully slotting himself between your legs, crouching down. He guides your hands to his armored flanks, indicating you to hold on to him, or rather to hold him tight. You need a second to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. So many times you've felt the plastiod beneath your fingertips, but only now it feels like a final barrier separating you from a soft promise. By now your heart is beating twice as fast - it’s thrilling. And he hasn't even kissed you yet!

Suddenly, his left hand is cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your strands, and a bare thumb is caressing your chin, gently tilting it up. Just like before. But this time, he uses his thumb to open your mouth for him and kisses you. No - kiss is not anywhere near what this is - he’s given the chance to show you how much he adores you - and he’s willing to make you feel it. His tongue is massaging yours with gentle strokes and he hums low in approval as he’s licking deep and steady in your mouth, tasting you with relish. You could have gone on forever. Let him kiss you and kiss him back, until you forget everything around you and nothing exists but the two of you and this indescribable feeling. He doesn't even think about ceasing until someone grasps his shoulder, pulling him away from you with certainty.

“Your goatee was tickling so nice, Fives” you dreamily point out, still drowning in his taste.

“Just one word from you and I can make you feel nice again anytime beautiful. But for now tell me,” he murmurs, “how was this kiss?”

“Skilled…and confident. Just like you.” You can't see his cheeky smile as he rises, but you can practically hear it in his silence. That, and the annoyed groans from the other boys.

You almost feel lonely as he turns away, making room for the next man to kiss you. But luckily you don’t have to suffer for long, because at the same moment the next trooper is already building up in front of you. He takes your hands in his, slowly pulling you up from your seat and towards him. You lean against him, his scent is filling your senses, warm and masculine, stimulating and soothing your perception, making you swoon over him. You never thought about how they would smell, but now... His lithe and firm body is supporting you. And stars, you need support! Your legs are wobbly, not only from being so close to him but also from his touch on you. Clutching your wrists with his one hand at his chest, his other is gently exploring your waist. Up and further up, eventually coming to rest just below the curve of your breast, avid yet still decent. Almost subtly his fingertips dig into your soft flesh, coaxing soft and needy noises from you.

He leans in, brushing your cheekbone with his lips, his breathing warm on your skin. It’s soft and tender, even when he sinks his teeth into your jawline, gently nibbling on you. Your heart is racing, desire growing on you, with every inch he’s coming closer to your lips… “Please…”, you whisper, longing for his kiss more than you would have thought possible. And finally … he put his lips on yours, chasing your exhaled moan in his mouth. But it’s so much more than just a kiss… more than just sharing your breaths… it’s the eventual fulfillment of an insatiable longing and the two of you can't have enough of each other.

He eventually lets go of you, his hand gently squeezes your upper body one last time - then he's gone. Even if you were allowed, you didn't even want to open your eyes. You struggle for words, for coming back to here and now, your mind still floating in a comfortable daze, your body set ablaze.

“That was… tender … sensual… - Echo.” A quiet huff - the only answer you get.

It doesn't take long before you feel yourself being turned around sideways and someone crowding against you from behind. The clone concerned presses his broad and sturdy chest tight against your back. He's radiating heat, even through the cuirass of his armor. Maker, you feel yourself floating in a sea of pleasure when he’s interlacing his fingers with yours and wrapping himself around you, his palms finally resting on your hips, your hands on top his. Did they make a secret competition out of driving you over the edge you don't know about? They are well on the way - by all means.

“You don’t know yet”, he suddenly murmurs next to your ear, and his low voice is sending shivers down your spine, “but I’m yours.” He huffs a breath of warm air against the delicate spot behind your ear.

“I dream about…” he presses a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of your throat, eliciting a soft moan from you, which the others watching counter with strained groans of their own.

“...you almost every night.” He’s mouthing the incontrovertible truth in your skin, as if he doesn’t want the others to hear.

“What in kriffings name is he doing?”

“Shhhh!” You vaguely hear muffled muttering from afar.

“Ohhhh!”

Then it’s quiet again, apart from the music and chatter filling the bar.

His nimble fingers subtly start to curl into the fabric of your dress, slowly pushing it up and revealing a lovely view for his brothers. Your underwear, only hidden from their gazes in the shadows of your hem. You feel cold air brushing your thighs, heat and dampness pooling between your legs, anticipation almost too strong for you to take.

“And now I dream about…” he pulls you even closer to him, starts grinding his codpiece against your ass,“...to make you mine.”

You break free another moan, his name falling from your lips like a prayer: “Rex…” as he’s latching his lips in the crook of your neck, and sucking on your skin. He doesn’t stop until he leaves a mark, dark and swollen, visible for days.

“Rex”, you gasp, “so possessive and devoted.”

You hear him chuckle behind you, loosening his grip on you, and handing you over to someone else’s loving hands.

Those same loving hands now cling to your upper arms and thumbs hesitantly caress your collarbones. Whoever this is, you feel him go tense and draw in a deep breath. And then he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. He stops breathing. Holding himself there, motionless, for an endless moment. His mouth feels warm, soft - and inexperienced. You never realized until that moment,how imposing and breathtaking the clones are, yet how vulnerable and sensitive at the same. Cupping his face with your trembling hand, you try to smooth his tension, caressing his cheeks, but he withdraws and your lips come apart.

For a fleeting moment, you think you might have done something wrong, and try to apologize, but he takes your face in his hand, swoops down on you and his lips collide with yours once more. He’s kissing you, hard, fierce, over and over again. His mouth is capturing yours in a frantic and desperate way that obliterates your every doubt. Just when the salty taste of tears is perceptible on your tongue, he slows down, and lets himself be kissed by you - sweetly, gently, lingering on your lips until he pulls back, and all you can feel is his thundering pulse beneath your fingertips.

“All the restraints… the urgency. None but Dogma could give such desperate kisses.”

“I bet he already feels guilty and wonders if he's going to be court-martialed for this outburst of reckless devotion!” someone scoffs, reaping approving laughter from the others. A thud! Dogma whacked the tease’s chestplate.

“You have my word, Dogma, you won’t! As long as you keep that more likable side of you alive.”

So you were right in your assumption, this last kiss was indeed from Dogma.

Have you been right about the others so far? You hope so, because they are sure enough different and unique. No kiss has been like another, yet all of them devine, making you ache for more. You should have known from the start you won't be able to deny your feelings any longer, that you want so much more from them than just friendly relations. How could you have known they would feel the same? Now you've awakened something that won't be easily sorted out. When you are going to open your eyes in a few minutes, and you'll meet their gazes - you won't be able to hide how much you need them. Neither won't they!

Still lost in your thoughts you hear yourself giving a surprised squeak as smooth and warm hands settle on your hips. A quiet chuckle rumbles above you, lovely and seductive.

Heat rushes through you, your cheeks prickling, when the clone now in charge is drawing you closer. You’re surrounded by his presence, as he’s bringing you flush to his chest and slotting his thigh between your legs. Stars, so close to where you want to be touched right now. In response you arch your back, pressing harder against him. And he’s giving in to your silent plea, shifting his leg slightly upwards, finally providing you with the much needed friction. Your breathing hitches at the cool touch of plastoid and a low moan leaves your lips. Unable to stop yourself you start slightly rubbing against him - he doesn't stop you either.

“Want me to taste you?” the clone so close to you murmurs right next to your ear.

You lift your chin, turn your face up to him, and your lips part - longing for his kiss. Just the thought of his lips on yours, a gentle and soothing contrast to the lecherous friction, making the blood rush in your ears and overwhelming you with a burning desire. But it’s not only you. Above you, you feel him shiver, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing at the sight of you. He leans down… At first you think he kisses you, but then he diverts his path lower and puts his lips on your half exposed collar bone.

“Oh come on! When did we change the rules from ‘just one kiss’ to ‘making out’? I want another chance!” Tup complains in the background.

Intrigued from his bold behavior, you reach down. Finding the soft gap between his cuisses and codpiece, you slide your hands around him, squeezing his thighs right beneath his ass - much to his and the spectators delight.

Tilting your head back, you give him more space to cover you with more of his hungry kisses, and he gladly obliges. He inhales your scent and tastes you with gentle strokes of his tongue, tracing a wet and curved pattern from your collarbone to the hollow below your jaw and still further up along the column of your throat. His fingers tenderly run over your flanks, exploring you just as his mouth does. You’re lost in the feeling of his lips and his hands, your skin sensitive and longing for his contact. When he finally locks his lips with yours and your tongues dance together, his grip on you goes from tender to passionate and you grind against and wind around each other in pure lust.

“Get you a room!”

Nothing you’d rather do, but the impatient interjection brings you back to reality. Both breathing hard, you eventually let go of each other.

You're still panting as you whisper your answer, unable to do anything else: “Who of you would hide so much unexpected passion beneath his armor? Would be so eager and lascivious? Kix.”

He gingerly bites your earlobe, whispering a quiet "hmmm", then he's out of your reach.

That means only Jesse would be left. Will he fit this last kiss?

Another surge of heat is pushing out through you, rolling along your spine and tingling in your belly when you feel him coming closer. As his hands settle on your hips, their weight anchoring you, you hear yourself sighing quietly. Jesse's letting his fingers sink into your soft flesh, squeezing as he pulls you flush to his armored chest. Maker, what would you give to feel what he hides underneath!

You can't hold onto the thought for long, because then he lowers his head and kisses you. A kiss like no one ever has been before.

He softly brushes his lips against yours, gingerly biting your bottom lip to plead for entrance. And you let him. You devote yourself to his ministrations, let him do whatever he wants with you. His tongue dips inside you, gently nudging the tip of your tongue. He's tasting you right from your source and gifting you with his own taste. He whimpers out a long low groan at the sweet flavor of you, shivering at your groaned response as you share your breaths.

And you melt into his body, feel his heat and lust as he holds you close, exploring and worshiping you so stunningly slow and thorough. You are taking turns in licking into each others mouths, sensually stroking your tongues, tracing along the corners of your mouths and teeth, lazily biting each other's lips... the gives and takes of the reigns nonverbal and fluent between the two of you as if you've done this dance with each other a million times before.

He eventually leans you back and hovers over you, his hand pushing up inch by inch, making your dress slowly ride up. You can feel that the dampness between your legs has soaked your panties completely by now. The inner sides of your thighs are glistening with your arousal. Your sexual desire evident for all of you and too strong to endure for much longer.

Jesse breaks the kiss at the audible moans of his brothers. His lips slowly part from yours and he straightens you upright.

"Jesse…", you murmur. "Your kiss was profound and perfect. And so are you."

His hand gently caresses your cheek and he leans his forehead against yours.

"Keep your eyes closed, my love. There’s somebody still waiting for his perfect kiss from you."

Once more, you hear footsteps approaching…

And then you squeak as you are hauled up and your feet leave the solid ground. You wrap your legs around a trim waist, your hands cling to strong shoulders, looking for support.

A large and deft hand grabs your ass, pressing your core against an unyielding codpiece with lionlike strength. The other gathers your hair in a fist, gently pulling and arching your neck backwards. Your mouth falling open with the sudden motion.

Hot lips seal with yours and feel like they were meant to kiss you. He's forcing you to open for him, captures your mouth and you hear him groan with desire. And so do you. He's licking deep into the hot cavern of your mouth, sucking on your tongue, demanding nothing less than everything from you and letting himself savor your taste.

When he lets go of you, your lips are swollen, your heart beating in a frenzy.

"I… I didn’t expect you to be that rough and demanding, Tup", you pant. Your eyes flutter open…

It.. it isn’t Tup.

"Cody!" you gasp. From one second to another a dark blush spreads from your cheeks to your chest… A surge of unknown arousal rushes all through your limbs, your heart furiously slamming against your ribcage. You don't know if it's fear or desire overwhelming you when finding yourself in a situation like this with the Marshal Commander himself.

While you still try to find your voice, he already has: “Now you owe me one favor.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! He wasn’t even part of the bet from the beginning”, you hear Hardcase’s objection. Technically speaking he’s right, but who are you to question Cody?

"So, truth or dare you said…" he smirks as he cautiously slides you down against him and puts your feet back to the ground.

His eyes are darkened, glistening with fervor - and something else… You can’t quite figure out what it is, but you think it fits him. His confidence and imposing stature, paired with this mischievous smile and yearning. He’s adorable!

"Uhmmm. Yes."

Cody leans forward, suddenly his face so close to yours that his nose almost brushes yours, his intense gaze drilling right into your innermost being. You are sure he must hear the loud beating of your heart from your excitement. Is he expecting you to take a step backwards?

No. Because then, with a voice, low and gravelly, he asks:

"Tell me, could you still tell us apart when we kiss those lips of yours, even softer and more delicious than the ones you have already let us taste?"

Rex catches you as your knees buckle…

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spaceh0m0 · 4 months

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Sibling asked how ppl in star wars dance to jizz music and I had to give her an example

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spaceh0m0 · 1 year

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thought about this again. kind of amazing how we’re all just chasing ways to duplicate how this scene makes us feel, either in life or in art.

#this shit dawg…#so beautiful #binary sunset the scene the theme that you are #messers lucas and williams tapped into something primal #star wars

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spaceh0m0 · 1 year

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The Bad Batch Stamina Headcanons

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, begging, marathon sex, creampie, toy use, cunnilingus

A/N: The Bad Batch Boys are back baby!

Hunter is unmatched when it comes to stamina, even above Wrecker. He can keep fucking you all day if you're in the mood for it.

Takes very little for him to get hard once he finishes and once is never enough for him, he'll give you at least three orgasms, one for every hole as he likes to say, before his cock starts to go soft. Even then you can count on his skilled fingers to keep you sensitive and ready for the next round.

"Didn't think I was done after just one did ya? You're underesematin' me sweetheart. Never had so many in a row and you're sensitive? I can fix that, I'll get you used ta me soon enough. You'll see. Pretty soon and you'll be able ta match me. Just need ta help ya out a little. Now tell me, how many fingers do ya want?"

Crosshair, while athletic prefers to use his fingers when he gets tired. He may be tired but you're very wrong if you think he's letting you go anywhere yet. He doesn't need to use his cock to make you come.

He uses his hands the most out of any body part, they almost never get tired and he never stops touch you with them, even as you shake and beg that you can't take any more orgasm he knows of ways to pull more out of you. You're his now, that means you take his cock for as long as he wants you to.

"Don't lie to me doll. I can see, and feel, your pussy quivering around me. You want more, fuck I know you do. Don't you? Tell me how you want more. Oh, heh, of course you can't talk with your mouth full of cock. There, better? Will you tell me now, do you think you'll let me fuck that pretty hole one more time tonight? Good girl, good girl."

Tech might have the least stamina when it comes to most parts of the body but when it comes to his mouth? Sit on his face and suck his cock to full hardness and he'll be eating you all night.

Can't resist you when you spread your legs and show him your cunt, still loaded with cum from him. If you get it on his face he doesn't mind, there's time to clean up later. He can clean and suck on your pretty cum covered clit. At the same time he feels like he's slowly building up more stamina because he has sex with you, so it truly is a win-win situation.

"Get up here sweetie, I'm not through with you just yet. Let me get a good look at you. As I thought, you pussy looks even more beautiful when it's full of cum. Don't be sad about letting it drip, I guarantee that I'll give you more soon. You have to do your part too. And just to make it fun, I'm timing how fast I can make you orgasm with my tongue."

Wrecker can't seem to stop once he gets his cock wet from your pussy. Thank Force that the bed is reinforced because he could have broken it many times otherwise.

When you feel like you're overly sensitive he'll ask if he can use a different hole until you feel like you can go again. He'll keep rotating like that all night, putting you in any position it's the easiest for you to take his cock in. If you feel like you need to sleep then by all means do so but know that he'll still be hard when you wake up.

"Don't wanna push ya here sweet stuff but uh.. ya think I can get your mouth next? I can get ya stuffed from both ends heh! Your tits? Ya wanna use them next, as long as I get ta fondle them I don't mind. So damn soft, I can fit it all in my hand. Which is something ya can't say about me can ya? Fucking right I'm proud, who else can fill ya up as good as I can hm? No one."

Echo has a whole lot of useful toys to fuck you with in the event that he runs out of stamina before he feels like you're fully satisfied for the night.

He loves seeing you fuck yourself with a dildo while he thrusts his cock into your mouth, gets him hard again pretty quickly. Also enjoys just watching you fuck yourself while talking dirty to you and just as you're about to have your orgasm he replaces the toy with his fingers or cock to finish you off because he just can't take it anymore.

"Really thought you'd have fun without me love? Of course not, you get so tight when you're about to come, I'm not missing out on that. Ride it like you did that toy, cover my cock in your cum and I'll do the same to you. Or maybe you'd like the toy too? Somewhere else. Why don't you suck it for me, show me your talented mouth at work."

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spaceh0m0 · 1 year

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starving for headcannons so I think I’m gonna do it myself . . .

( not grammar checked )

König headcannons ,

NSFW . .

gender neutral / afab

König would accidentally be rough or aggressive, he realizes it quickly though and fixes his pace

his set pace would definitely be fast , sorta rough , enough to make you overstimulated

he would definitely remind you to breathe , his pace makes it hard for you to control your breathing, so he would stop for a little for you to catch your breath

definitely huge, it would not all fit in you

around 10inches ( length ) , 2 in ( girth ) it would curve slightly to the right . #cf575f around that color with a brownish tint , it would probably twitch a lot

König wouldn’t be too vocal in bed , grunts or groans often come out of his mouth if he were to be vocal

he would definitely murmur in German , stuff like “You feel so good.” or curses in German

would definitely leave bite marks all over you, he probably thinks it’s funny ( in reality he just wants to look at them after )

inexperienced, but he would be surprisingly good at fucking . könig definitely learns fast and learns what stimulates you

he’s huge, not just his dick , in comparison to you he’s way bigger . he loves it

uses his height as a advantage to fuck you and to see everything he’s doing

könig would probably manhandle you without even knowing or trying

König’s hands are either on your hips, waist, or the headboard

HE HAS A HIGH SEX DRIVE , goes 2-3 rounds if you’re too tired or worn out to do another round he would jerk off later, or on the spot . or he fucks your thighs

he’s huge obviously, he would have to use lube before he enters you , even then it barely fits and it’s rough to move at first

probably enjoys overstimulating you but is kind enough to NOT do it often..

in the moment he would love to see you cry, but after he thinks about it and feels guilty

goated at giving head 100% he would use his thick fingers to break you while giving sloppy kisses, could probably spend hours inbetween ur thighs

he loves to see you overstimulated especially when giving head, you often close ur thighs as a instinct and him holding one just so he can eat it in peace

HE HOLDS EYE CONTACT WHEN HE GIVES HEAD

he likes to leave love marks on your thighs, also likes to leave bite marks

sorry I don’t know why all my head cannons are him being goated with little experience

realistically he’s just following what he thinks might feel good for you and that gets him far

he studies how you react to things , he takes small notes sorta..

he would probably get overstimulated fucking you too , his mind is probably a mess and he can’t think easily . but he tries his best when he takes notes to remember for later so he can think back to it

his fingers are thick when they’re in you, usually takes 3 to fill you up

he’s good at fingering, he fidgets a lot with items so he knows how to work his fingers

he’s also again.. very inexperienced hes good at it , but he doesn’t even know if it’s what he’s supposed to do

he doesn’t masturbate a lot, sometimes he thinks about you and he does it .

he doesn’t get horny often, but when he does he’s acts different like his mind isn’t all there to think rationally

doesn’t care about people hearing in the beginning but after when he’s done he thinks about all the people that could have heard and it keeps him up at night

probably would fuck you anywhere as long as you wanted it

he doesn’t get horny that often ( already mentioned ) but if you ever wanted to fuck he’ll do it instantly

he has accidentally made you bled after sex , and he’ll literally start rethinking everything

absolutely destroys your insides everytime he was done with you, it takes you a day or two to fully recover to fuck again

he has bruised your cervix / prostate too many times

he knows he does it too, always brings you a pain killer after or something warm to place on your stomach after

he easily reaches your g-spot / prostate without trying somehow it just brushes up against it

It hurts to sit or walk after and he feels extremely sorry but then he repeats the cycle again

he loves making eye contact , he loves looking at everything , he tries his best to take in the sight for later

he loves positions that lets him go even deeper in you, he loves it when your able to take a little bit more of him

leans soft dom , he just wants to make you feel good , he’ll even take matters into his own hands to do that

the whole experience is just him enjoying his size kink

he probably didn’t even know he had one till he met you

loves it when you leave marks on him too, scratches , bite marks, etc

probably wouldn’t cum easily, you’ll often cum before him before he can cum

sex doesn’t drain his energy at all surprisingly, he has a lot of stamina

it keeps him up at night about how easily you get drunk off his cock , he thinks about it randomly and can’t stop

he is terrified about someone catching you and him but he also doesn’t give a fuck in the moment

It keeps him up at night wondering if any other people hear the banging of the bed at night

König i think feels selfish when he receives head cause he just wants to please you

he drains all your energy at the end of sex, often leaving you passed out or dazed , he makes sure to clean you with a warm rag gently

if you’re not too tired he bathes you , making sure to rub circles around your hips

always hands you water after and demands you drink it no matter if your tired or not

plays with your hair , or your hands

often can’t sleep after sex , and sleeps usually once he’s done reliving everything in his mind

olease comment guys it is 5 am I think I’m going insane

#könig x reader #könig #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #it is 5am #thiswholepostisacryforhelp #headcanon #first post #follow my ig #konigsgf

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spaceh0m0 · 1 year

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Holy shit I can’t wait

"list of 76 kiss prompts send me one and i write one shot about it" me: how about i just write all 76 prompts with könig without anyone asking for it

#crazed #but lovable #könig #writers #probably #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig cod #x reader #hunter: the parenting

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spaceh0m0 · 1 year

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More weirdly specific König Headcanons

By an austrian for an austrian character

He can hide how drunk he is pretty well, doesn't really start slurring his words and can hold deep conversations, the gig is over as soon as he stands up tho. He starts swaying pretty badly and has walked into more than one lamppost while intoxicated. Has apologized to every lamppost so far much to the amusement of everyone watching.

He isn't very religious but if someone starts praying the rosary in German his autopilot kicks in and he joins in. Same with certain church songs.

Startet smoking at age 16 (don't worry, that was the legal age for smoking until like 5 years ago, then the gov changed it to 18) and regularly tries to quit. Nowadays he mostly smokes when stressed or drunk.

Tries to make everyone on his team say "Oachkatzlschwoaf" (means tail of a squirrel in an austrian dialect), refuses to tell anyone the English meaning bc he can't pronounce the word squirrel.

He's kinda choosy about the water he drinks. Water quality in austria is really good, so you can drink the tap water in the whole country. So when he's somewhere where the water is "technically" drinkable, but has a chlorine taste he prefers drinking bottled water.

Every new years eve at midnight he listens to the blue danube waltz, as is tradition in Austria.

There's a pocket in his tac vest that's reserved for Manner Schnitten. The people that saw something pink sticking out of his vest and made fun of him for it never get offered any when he opens a pack.

(Thanks to @court-of-fairytales for reminding me the Sissi movies exist) He has seen all of the movies, in theory, but the only times he has really seen them when he and his friends/teammates were "Sissi saufen" (saufen meaning drinking/binge drinking). It's a drinking game, mostly played around Christmas and new year, where you watch the 3 movies back to back and everytime someone in the movie says "your majesty" everyone has to stand up, say "long live the empress" and take a shot. Last man standing is the winner.

Has no visible tattoos but there's an AMA Gütesiegel stamp on his right buttcheek.

Kinds nsfw: Has absolutely quoted the "Ich will hinten rein!" ("I want in the back!" just with a lot more homoerotic implications) line when asked where he wanted to sit in a car and has gotten strange looks every time. (The movie this reference is from: (T)Raumschiff Surprise)

Kinda nsfw: He really likes talking to people in German (even if they don't really understand him) or teaching someone german words or phrases. The only thing he really hates is dirty talk in german, he'll do it if someone he's sleeping with requests it but he'll keep his face out of their sight bc he'll be 1000% be cringing.

Translates a lot of phrases literally bc the English equivalent "just doesn't have the right feel". Ends up saying things like "They look like a parcel someone ordered but never picked up", "They look like Bambi on stilts", "They have to pay attention like a clothes/shoe maker" ("aufpassen wie ein Haftelmacher", I know it as "aufpassen wie ein Haftelpitscher" but Google doesn't know it 😔) or "It's raining like the sky/like heaven is open".

Every time he sees someone with a Red Bull in their hand he has to resist the urge to say "You know, that's an austrian brand!"

The headcanons just keep coming!

And tbh after the last part I'm really tempted to make a playlist or a post compiling german songs König would get stuck in his head/would listen to. If anyone's interested please tell me!

Part one

Part two

Part four

#könig cod #i love ALL of this #especially the tattoo #i fucking cracked up when I went to the link #imagine him having to explain it and #just being like #“I am the meat #he is juicy #Ngl #könig call of duty #könig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig #cod warzone #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mwii #headcanons

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Ooo Hiya!!!<333

I slid back into your request because i love ur writing obviously and well bc..

May i request Kapkans s/o confessing to him that they think that his comrades (The rest of the spetznas) are hit and they'd like to start smth with them too?? NSFW if possible?

(Idk why i just love the idea of the spetsnaz sharing a s/o)

I totally forgot about this ask so I’m sorry it’s so late!! I made it kinda lengthy and rushed some parts for plot. No gender specifics so I tried to keep reader GN (vague on anatomy as well) Warnings: N/SFW content below! Minors DNI Unprotected fivesome. Mostly focused on reader. Messy attempts of Russian

At the start, you were sure it was normal. Your gorgeous lover had gorgeous friends, it made sense you wouldn’t be able to help yourself be at least a little imaginative. You also harbored much more guilt over it at the start. But now, six months into dating Maxim, you had gaslit yourself into the fact that their was nothing truly there. That fantasizing about them was completely normal, it was just a fantasy wasn’t it? It was just… a natural reaction you presumed.

It was common for all of the men to hang out outside of their work. Drinks, working out, hunts, anything really was a great excuse for them to banter about with one another. Today you were supposed to be heading up to the lodge. It was basically a tradition at this point and you were more than happy to agree, but maybe you should have thought about this a little more. You didn’t know how much longer you would be able to keep your mouth shut about these feelings, or your legs for that matter.

“лисичка,” Maxims voice interrupted your thoughts, his footsteps walking towards you to pull you close. From this distance, you could hear the subtle beats of his heart, thumping in a rhythm that’s become so known to you. “have you been able to finish up the rest of your packing?” Thats right, packing. Jesus, you were getting so sidetracked thinking about all of that again.. about all of them again.

“Is something bothering you?” Shit. Maxim must have caught wind that something was up. Who were you kidding? Of course he did. He always knows that stuff. “No, no, it’s nothing really,” you lied through your teeth, “Just thinking about what we’re going to do at the lodge.” So, not a full lie.

He gave a small grin, “Glad you’re excited.” Moving to the other side of the bed, he looked over the suitcase you were finishing up stuffing, “Do you want any help?”

“No it’s fine honey, thank you.” As he walked past you to leave the room he was sure to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek, leaving you with a smile. You were definitely lucky.

As noon arrived, you could see all four of the men through your bedroom window, getting all of the luggage into the vehicle. You didn’t know exactly what time they had arrived, but it was recently. Your heart practically leapt out of your chest when Shuhrat looked up, making direct eye contact with you. You were so stupid, it would have been so easy to play that off as normal. Give him a small wave and then walk away, instead you acted like you were guilty. Slinking away and shutting the curtains. Whatever, you weren’t guilty of anything. What would he say? It’s not illegal to stare.

With an annoyed sigh, you left the bedroom finally, down to the house entrance, grabbing your coat off the rack, slipping it around your shoulders, and walked out.

“Ah! принцесса finally come to join us?” Alexsandrs voice was instantly recognizable, “seems so, hah.” He grinned at your response, moving to bring you in for a hearty hug. Your cheeks flushed, you knew they did. It made you swallow as quietly as possible.

“Good, because we should be heading out in a minute.” Timur spoke up, lifting an arm to pull the trunk down with a clink. Alex let you go to turn towards his Shuhrat and Timur who were closer to the car, leaving you to go to talk over things you only assumed would be frugal such as seating placements.

At 16:00 pm you all had finally arrived. The car ride was fun, but got stuffy after longer than 3 hours, thank god these men had to have patience in their line of work. Getting out felt like the stretch of a lifetime, a bit of crackling and some groans. Unpacking would be quite the trip in itself. You didn’t think you had brought a lot, but there were five of you. It made sense it would add up quickly.

The lodge was still struggling to warm up, some warm air every now and then stopping you from shivering. You were situated on the top floor, no where near the fire, so you supposed that was your fault. You kinda blamed Maxim for insisting that natural heat was the best way and Timur backing him up with how it made the place feel more magical than artificial heat. You weren’t feeling very magical right now that’s for sure.

If anything, you were getting overwhelmed. The car ride got stuffy sure, but underneath it you might have been making yourself feel that way. Recently, second guessing everything was the norm and overthinking about your lovers friends was constant. This was the guilt again wasn’t it?

Booms of laughter and mens voices rising made you settle with the lot of items already out, gently closing the door with your exit. “Знаешь, я бы с удовольствием заставил-“ “быть осторожным..” More laughter and chatter ensued. Whatever they were talking about, they seemed to be plenty entertained.

“Come to join us?” Once again, caught watching by Shuhrat. At least he didn’t seem bothered. The men surrounded the downstairs table. A sleek modern look on some old wood Maxim had cut down a year back. By sleek modern you meant it had been sanded and sealed of course… that’s really all.

“About time, you’ve been hogging yourself!” Alexsandr gave a laugh at his own tease. “Come sit.” He gave the couch a small pat, a seat right between him and Maxim. Your partner nodded in return, showing silent support.

Shooting Alex a small smile, you made yourself comfortable in between them. This was perfectly normal, but when you faced Shuhrat and Timur again, there was a certain glimmer in their eyes, like they were communicating with the two you sat between about something. But just as quickly as you saw it, it was gone.

Night crawled up quickly. Board games and fun might of had something to do with it, though you believed most of the credit had to go to the booze. They had brought some strong stuff, you knew to limit yourself and that you did. Just enough to make you feel lighter and not out of your mind. Apparently, it made you jumpy as well. You felt it almost immediately, Alexsandr’s big hand clasp down your thigh. A pure reaction, you jumped. Straight off the couch. There was only a second of silence, yet it felt like 5 minutes. All of their eyes just staring at you, a type of wonder you couldn’t possibly describe lay in them.

“Ahaha! Sorry- I just um- … I’ll be right back.”

You had thought about all their hands on you before. Maybe that’s exactly why your reaction was as dramatic as it was. It was like you had been caught. Like they knew you had been fantasizing about how their hands would feel. You needed a drink. Not alcohol this time either. Just a fresh glass of water, hopefully calm you down. The sound of the water running was enough to have you taking a deep breath, the water washing down your throat was even better.

“лисичка, what was that?” You hadn’t even heard him approach. Yet there Max was, standing only a few feet away from you, concern and confusion written all over his face. “I..” God you didn’t even know. How would you be able to say anything without sounding crazy about what happened? “I’m really attracted to your friends!” That sounds bad! Explain yourself! “- Then he touched me and I just panicked-! This is sounding bad, I’m so sorry”

Laughter. That’s right. You spilled your guts about liking his friends and he laughed. You were stunned. You stared at your lover in awe as he slowly regained himself, the laughter simmering into a low chuckle before he made eye contact with you again. “Huh?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I would be mad?”

Silence fell over the kitchen as you looked for any sarcasm in what he was saying. There was none. Maxim was being genuine about all of this. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Uhm, maybe because I just admitted I would fuck your friends..?”

“You would? Then why are we still just playing board games?”

You were speechless. Your mind was completely boggled, at everything! You knew they were all very close, but what guy would be okay with this sort of thing? His friends fucking his partner?

“I wouldn’t make you do something you don’t want too, but they like you.” Reassurance. That was something. You didn’t really need reassurance right now about if they all liked you or not, just about the seriousness of the situation. “I guess I’m a little shocked, aren’t you worried about ruining your friendship with them?”

“нет, I don’t think anything could ruin it.” Maxim was being fully open and honest with you about this, you could see, despite him being a rather protective partner, he genuinely didn’t seem that bothered with this. It made you wonder if this was the first time this idea had been thrown on the table.

“If everyone is up for it..” It felt embarrassing to say out loud. You couldn’t help but feel like at least a bit of a whore. Wanting four guys all to yourself. Jeez, how would this even go?

“Why don’t we head back to everyone?” the weight of his arm on your waist was a gravitation out of your thoughts. Your tongue felt heavy, so you gave a simple nod to his question, letting him guide you back to the living room.

When you entered the living room, all eyes snapped towards you, their gazes felt more raw and intense than they ever had before. Did they overhear what you both were talking about in the kitchen? You hadn’t been that loud…

“Я говорил с ней об обмене.” Their eyes left you and stared hard at Maxim instead. “в самом деле?” “да.” “So, are we all on the same page then?” The switch to English was seamless, almost a little too so. What did he mean ‘on the same page’? There was no shock on any of their faces, just patience as they had directed themselves back towards you.

“I think so…” you took a glance at Maxim, looking for any sign of discomfort, but their was none from him. Taking a deep breath you gave a little laugh. “Be honest, did you all already know?” Any anxiety that was resting in the air, disappeared as smiles showed and you could hear some chuckles.

“Well, we were hoping, is a better way to put it.”

You felt their answer was good enough, you didn’t really want to embarrass yourself anymore and decided to shrug it off. Something in your had warmed up to this quickly. No one was being awkward about it. It felt normal. Was this an agreement you all were a thing now?

“Why don’t we celebrate a bit?” Alexsandr spoke up, “I think everyone would benefit from a little bit of fun, help us all get more comfortable?”

“Ever the opportunist huh?” Timur quipped back at the older man, “but as long as everyone else is ready, I’m in.” Shuhrat nodded in agreement, “Maxim?”

Maxim didn’t hesitate to give his nod of approval as well.

Maxim now stepped up, taking the opportunity and easily shifting you up into his lap, his hands rested at your side, a stabilizing grip, but loose enough for you to shake him off if you needed. It felt comfortable and safe, even as your head spun with the thoughts of what was going to happen with these four men looking down on you.

Before you knew it, they all had at least one hand on your body. Respectful places, yet it was enough to let all your days or yearning for them to finally show through. Slightly sinking down on your lovers lap, causing one of their hands to slide a little further up your thigh. You couldn’t really tell who.

Maxim leaned as far back as the couch would allow, his hips rising up to push against your ass that now rested his lap. You were made acutely aware of the slow hardening pressed against you through his pants. On your left side, Timur made himself known, his lips gently pressing against your shoulder, giving you the chance to shrug him off if you wanted. You didn’t. You couldn’t. Not with the tension and light touches from all of them that’s made you feel so delirious already. His lips danced along your neck, going from as soft as a feather, to causing you to take shape breaths of air in an attempt to stop your racing heart. You could only imagine the marks his attacks were going to leave.

“Do you mind?” The whisper from Shuhrat, positioned on your right, made you tense. You caught yourself in time to make sure you wouldn’t moan out loud. You still felt a bit of embarrassment burning on your cheeks, worsening when you realized his hands were positioned to slip off your top. Were you really going to have sex with your lover and his friends all at once? Yeah. You were.

Giving him a nod of approval, he shot a glance at Timur who gave your neck a break as your shirt was lifted up and over your head. Your bare chest on pure display for them. Rough and calloused hands rubbed over your hips, Maxim slyly rubbing his erection against you. You don’t know how, but you had failed to notice the older man get down on his knees in front of you until you felt his fingers hook onto your bottoms, swiftly pulling them down. So quickly, you had become fully bare for the men surrounding you. You could feel the need for more bubbling inside you.

Alexsandr’s scarred hands rubbed against the soft skin of your thighs, blue eyes watching your every move. You felt like you couldn’t look away from them. You could feel the pulsing between your legs, wondering if he could in the spasms of your leg muscles.

“Strip.” The order came out of your mouth like a whine. It caught them off guard almost as much as you. There was a tense silence, their eyes darting from you, to one another. “I- Please…?” Finally, the silence broke as Alexsandr gave a hearty laugh, Timur joining him but at a quieter volume.

“Вы слышали её,” Maxim piped up from behind you, you could hear the soft rustle of his clothing being slipped off. “делайте то, что она сказала.” The others seemed to take to what he said, a hum or a nod of approval as they all chose their easiest clothing articles to discard of. It wasn’t the first time you had seen this much of their skin, but it was the first time you were close enough to feel the burning warmth of it.

Your legs were pulled up and forwards due to Alexsandr. Maxim’s hands on your sides having saved you from loosing your balance. Another silent exchange seemed to happen between the four men. A part of you might have felt a little hurt at your exclusion, but there were much more prevalent things happening. Alexsandr moved his body back, giving Shuhrat access to in between your legs. The Uzbek naturally took his place, hands smoothing over your legs to slowly spread them open. All of them practically fucking you with their eyes for forever now had made any embarrassment nonexistent. Shuhrat’s chest slowly rise and fell with impeccably steady breaths. You couldn’t help but stare at his erection, prodding against the fabric of his baggy pants. Your hips started to slowly roll against Maxims, shallow breaths starting to sound like whines the more desperate you became. You could see through the fabric Shuhrat’s cock twitch. His grip on your legs tightened in preparation as he closed to gap between you two. Shuffling down his pants just enough to let him slip into you as he rocked his hips forward into yours. A whimper left your lips, leaning fully backwards onto your lover, Maxim, in defeat. The ache between your legs finally getting some release.

With the graze of a hand over your bare chest, you became aware of Timur’s presence, sat on the couch next to Maxim. The only thing stopping him from being fully nude were a pair of underwear that, like Shuhrat’s pants, did their best to keep the hardened cock he had secure within them. You couldn’t stop yourself before your palm rubbed against his crotch, causing him to let out a gorgeous groan. “Take them off..” you were able to breathe out, Timur listened, pulling down his last coverings and sucking in a breath when your hand trailed along him, eventually wrapping around his cock and slowly moving up and down, abusing the precum dribbling from his tip for lube.

Alexsandr sat calmly on the chair to the upper right of you, his blue eyes locked onto yours, causing a shiver to run through your body. Something about it was so intense and intimate despite the fact he had touched you the least out of any of them. He always had such a presence anyway. You couldn’t help but want him so bad. Especially since he was the one you haven’t been able to get any of yet.

Your eyes were ripped away from Alexsandr when the speed and strength of Shuhrat’s thrusting increased tenfold, a huffy groan coming from him as you felt your whole body rock with the next thrust. Your eyes naturally feel closed with hushed moans of pleasure coming from you. Your body felt like it was on fire. The rocking that Shuhrat’s thrusting caused made Maxim give a groan of his own, his cock being repeatedly rubbed up against. The mismatched choir of pleasure noises they all produced was music to your ears, urging you to dive deeper in. You did, snapping your hips up to meet Shuhrat’s as his cock sunk deeper inside you, hitting the place that made your eyes roll back. Your free hand gripped onto Maxims tousled pants that hung far below his waist, a meek attempt to ground yourself.

The tension in your core finally snapped, relief crashing onto your now sweaty skin as you came. Shuhrat gave a loud groan at that, leaning his head back slightly as his thrusts stuttered in their pace before he slipped out, leaving you feeling empty. You could feel small bits of Maxim’s cum drip down your back, Maxim’s rugged breathing on your neck as he came down from his high as well. You felt a pressure on your numb hand, Timur gently moving it away from his crotch. You wanted to know if he came as well, but felt so tired and dazed that it was hard to really do anything but lay where you were weakly.

Your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you noticed was the darkness, only a small light illuminated barely half of the room. He was sitting above you, a fond smile on his face, a little intimidating with how wrecked you were. You didn’t know how you got here, but you were in the room you had originally unpacked in when you first arrived, hence the bed having an abundance of blankets already. Did he carry you all the way up here? You felt kinda bad, “Rest, дорогая.” it was as if he read your mind. “we have plenty of time to talk tomorrow.” He gave a gentle pat on your thigh if reassurance, leaning back on the pillows he stacked up against the wooden headboard of the bed to rest, himself.

#r6s #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege #fic #smut #spetsnaz #kapkan x reader #glaz x reader #fuze x reader #tachanka x reader

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