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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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Tw: sleep paralysis, seeing things, nightmares and panic attack.

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Walking through the base’s corridors, you felt out of place. Nothing too special after all you are the only female. Planning on making some coffee you headed towards the break room.

But as you stepped once more, you started to see the room started to darken. Leaving you in the dark, you looked around anywhere for a light source. Nothing just pitch black but that didn’t stop you from looking. Touching the wall you started to guid your way back. Lightly touching the wall you walked forwards waiting to feel a Forrest or a sign.

After walking for what felt like forever you kept on tracing your hand against the wall. Then you felt a sharp object cut deeply into your skin. You screamed in agony, looking towards you hand it was as if someone above was holding a flash light for you. Looking at your hand you watched as black liquid oozed out of your hand. You then though, why is there sudden light?

Looking up, you saw a tall slender figure. It looked as if it was about to burst out of the building due to its height. You screamed, almost horror movie like. You started to run but felt something wrap around your legs. Then you fell face-planting the floor and getting dragged back.

In a sudden cold sweat, you woke. You looked around the room. Completely normal, your posters hung up on the wall and your plants neatly placed by your desk. You must of thought it was just a normal nightmare you get every so often. So you tried to get up to go and get some cold water to quench your parched mouth.

But you couldn’t, struggling repeatedly as you attempted to get up and leave but your body just didn’t allow it. Then it hit you, you was having sleep paralysis. Just as you clocked what is taken place, your door looked as if it was slowly opening. Seeing the same black figure slowly and lazily walking towards you. You began to panic, trying your best to scream for someone to come save you, nothing worked.

The tall figure stood at the end of your bed, as it raised his arm more creepy creatures popped out of places or climbed through areas of your room. You felt as if something was tying you down to the bed. As the creature pointed at you it croaked “Du bist es, du bist der Auserwählte, diejenigen, die dich suchen, müssen vom Sensenmann selbst gewarnt werden.” You felt a drop of sweat trickling down your forehead. Wonder what he meant by that?

You watched as it had finished pointing at you and quickly shifted to your the side of your face. It whispered “Du bist jetzt der Auserwählte der Sensenmänner” you took one big breath preparing for the worst. When you closing your eyes once more.

Opening your eyes, you watched as your room had a glimmer of light. Able to turn your head you saw your bed side lamp light was on. But you didn’t turn it on, did you ever touch it or did something else do it?

Looking on your desk you saw a post it note, grabbing the note you saw how you were able to move again. Looking closer at the note it read ‘your next mission is a deadly one, are you sure your up to it?’ You had shivers sent down your spine as you felt something touch you.

Looking to your left, you saw a person in a black cloak, seeing a wooden pole leaned against your bed; you followed the pole with your eyes. You were meet with the long silver blade of the pole. You were freaked out, you looked at the nodded person and asked “am I dead?” It said “no, not till I need you. You will not die under my command so you take that mission and finish the mission. I’ll take care of you know.” You asked “why me?” It replied “you’ve always been the chosen one but certain things need to be done before it’s been said.” Then with that it faded away.

You woke up again, shit you though. Your mind been messing with you. You looked at your desk to see the exact same note. You didn’t know why but those words felt true so you decided you were going to that mission.

Walking down the corridor, you were met with the break room and someone sat in at the table. A black figure, you muttered “not this shit again” they looked up then you noticed, it was Ghost. He asked “what do you mean?” Your eyes widen and said “nothing, just a eventful night” he nodded and kept reading a book.

You thought, what did this night do to make you have this dream? and why does it feel like there was more meaning to it? Why did it feel so real? Maybe it was? Maybe the sleep paralysis was a bison or something from the paranormal realm?

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Hi hope you enjoyed!

Can you tell I just watched Sam and Colby’s new video? I might go back and watch a few more of their older videos.

Requests are open, ask or message me

Have a good day/night!🫶

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tacticalprincess · 2 months

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bouncing on nerd!könig’s cock while he gushes about how pretty you are, his rambling dipping in and out of german because your pussy has fried his brain so much he’s practically incoherent. glasses all foggy, not knowing which part of you to hold onto because he’s so overwhelmed so he ends up groping every bit of skin he can reach, inexperienced hands mapping out all the dips and curves of your body with rough squeezes. he doesn’t let go of you even after he cums, unintentionally overstimulating himself because you just feel so good wrapped around him, he doesn’t want it to end :( he even starts sloppily meeting your thrusts, trying to get his dick deeper than your cunt has room for, too pussydrunk to worry about breaking you.

you decide to put him out of his misery by giving his mouth something to do that isn’t make a fool out of himself, shoving his face into your chest. it only makes his moans and whimpers louder as he sucks your sensitive nipples so hard you almost start to think he’s expecting milk :(

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metallictastinglifesupportliquid · 3 months

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Y/N: Hi I'm your medic and I'll be drawing your blood today, as soon as I finish this capri sun Y/N: *misses the hole four times then finally punches the straw through the side* Ghost, sweating: PRICE

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rileyslibrary · 4 months

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After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

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v1x3n · 2 months

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simonzmama · 11 days

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nfl hubby simon? 😬

your fingers tighten, freshly manicured nails digging deep into the sheets as your neck cranes, face pressed deep into simon’s plushed up pillows.

your skin crawls, simon’s hands all over you till you’re practically suffocating under his touch. the room is hot with sweat, sex stuffin up the air n all you can smell is celebratory.

“you proud of me, huh?” simon taunts down at you, voice rough with rasp as he lays a stinging slap across your ass before he’s diggin his nails into the soft fat, the burn intensifying till you’re squealing. “say you’re proud of me, i fuckin won.”

the growling of his voice sends you into a panic, pretty cunt clenching around him as every thrust of his hips forces your back deeper n deeper into an arch, the poke of your ribs dragging across the bedsheets.

“s-so proud of you, si,” you gasp, thighs beginning up a light quiver as your stomach twists. “you w-won… always win..”

n simon laughing down at you, sick off the way your thoughts begin to mush and fall off your tongue in a pathetic, messy string of thoughts.

“yeah, baby, that’s right. i always fuckin’ win.” he mutters, hips colliding with yours in a punctuating thrust. n the moan that hits simon’s ears, fuels his ego, fucks with his brain till all that runs through it is winnin, winnin, n winning. n he will, he’s boutta have you up all damn night.

don’t bully me, i’m srry.

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yawnderu · 7 days

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Can't stop thinking about Simon crying while making love.

It's all too tender, too soft and loving, the sheer adoration in your teary eyes forcing him to swallow down the knot building up within his throat as his thrusts grow deeper, his calloused hands displaying an uncharacteristic amount of gentleness as they roam all over your body.

His warm face finds shelter on the crook of your neck, hot, deep exhales hitting your sensitive skin as tears slip out of his closed eyes for the first time in over a decade, his pale nose growing rosy against you as he sniffs, not wanting to dirty you with his runny nose— not wanting you to see him as pathetic, not wanting to explain that it's the first time his body belongs to him, the first time he's willingly sleeping with someone.

Your soft hands are a sheer contrast to the roughness he's used to, caressing the bumps from his scars with nothing but pure reverence, coming up to the back of his head, pressing his face closer to your neck, thankful for the choked sob that leaves your lips at the trust he's displaying, as it muffles his own.

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wintertime-in-june · 12 days

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Meet the Parents

König's parents are super straightforward, so Austrian.

The two of you had been in a relationship for some time now and so you decided, it was finally time for you to meet the parents.

You're on a short sabbatical, staying over at their place in the summer time and you must say it is lovely. Austria is so scenic, the food is good, the weather delightful, all in all you thought this was going to be a lovely trip.

It was your third day there when you came down for breakfast, his mother looking up from her paper.

"So, you are trying for a baby?"

You eyes widen as you stutter out a response.

"W-what, no... umm, nein, sorry?"

"Ah, I only ask because you have ze sex many times during the days, the evenings... the mornings."

You bring your hands to your face, feeling it burning up.

As if just on time, König walks in, he looks at you, "hm?" he practically grunts as he towels off his hair.

You can't bring yourself to say words, only a squeak, you want to curl up in a hole and die.

König's father looks totally unbothered, sipping his coffee, leaning on the breakfast bar, typically a man of few words himself.

"You know, we thought he was a homosexual ever since ze incident..." You tune out the words as König's father adds his own two cents.

Well, isn't this just... lovely.

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konigsblog · 1 month

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farmer-könig and his little seductive farmhand.🌾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED — 18+

farmer-könig is hardworking and determined. he spends the majority of his day feeding the animals and taking care of them, although he has one little distraction: you.

you enjoy riling the older male up, getting him pent up before skipping away with a cheeky grin plastered on your face, leaving him with a hard and aching boner inside of his jeans. he teases you back of course, sometimes walking around shirtless, smacking your tight rear if you're doing a slow job.

although könig gets increasingly frustrated the more often this happens. you like to grind against him slowly, perhaps offering to show him what you can do to long objects... like, a carrot, for example! your little snide innuendos leaving könig achingly sore and insatiable, unable to focus ‘til he finally gets that release he's been fantasising of.

you giggle at the effect you have on the poor, older gentleman. although as soon as könig gets his filthy and perverted hands on you, he's not letting go ‘til he has you bare with his release oozing out of you.

immediately, he lifts up your sundress, revealing your bare rear and slicken pussy. it's clear as day that you've been dreaming of this yourself, fantasising of getting fucked by an experienced man like him. könig's bends you over a fence for a quickie, holding your wrists behind your back in a tight fist, his hard dick throbbing against your sex, so intimate and close to finally pushing inside and fucking you relentlessly for your misbehaviour and neediness.

his pace starts off slow and calm, but quickly becomes ruthless. his heavy and full balls knock and smack against your swollen cunt, your glistening hole taking almost every inch gracefully. seems like you've been preparing for this moment, taking him so well, so eager to please the man. each thrust leaves your pussy drooling with euphoria and ecstasy, the wind knocked from your lungs, and the stretch causing moans and whines to drip from your tongue.

it doesn't take very long before he's filling you with his creamy load, potent strings of his semen plugging you, forced into your cunt. you squirm and pant, heaving and shaking, your thighs coated in a glimmer and shine of your sweat and release, könig's tip oozing out his load before fastening his belt and leaving you a sticky mess to deal with.

perhaps you should've thought twice before taunting him like that, sonnenschein.

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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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Simon Riley truly wants to watch movies with you before sleep.

Of course he does.

Your dedication to the case disarms him, even though he wouldn't let it show. The amount of time you spend on choosing the right flick. The way you arrange your battered laptop on top of a pile of books set on a chair, placed at a strategic distance from your shared bed.

He loves to watch as you fluff the pillows (each one from a different set, including Blahaj the plush shark). To watch as you press the 'play' button and then look up to him with starry eyes, saying: "This is gonna be good!"

He's endeared to the way you crawl under the duvet (and under the electric blanket as well, because Simon is perpetually cold) to snuggle trustingly into his side. How you throw your short leg over his massive thigh, clad in grey sweatpants.

Here's the problem though. All those small luxuries...the soft bedding, the familiar warmth of your body and the pleasant buzz emitted by the laptop engulf Simon in a soothing sense of safety. And there's only one way that a trained soldier's body can metabolise such a feeling.

The man conks out instantly and sleeps like a stone.

At first, you felt offended by this rejection of your honed cinephile taste. By the fifth time, you've realised it wasn't about the films or about you.

You've stopped poking him. You'd just slid your fingers into his tousled, reddish-blond hair, which gets all wavy whenever Simon skips his bi-monthly trip to the barber. You've learned to enjoy the rest of the film by your lonesome, listening to Simon's quiet snores by your side. You let this troubled soul enjoy his moment of peace.

Yes - the fearsome Ghost snores. He's had his nose broken more times than he can remember.

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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The Mission, Death only to come, or is that so?

Tw:death, blood, injury, shooting, stabbing, fighting, swearing, opened wounds and anything else the do in a mission.

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Pulling on your boots, you knew what was to come. Tying your laces as tight as possible, you felt a wave of mixed emotions but you knew this mission was made for you, why would they ask you otherwise?

Pulling the bullet proof vest over your head and placing it comfortably on your shoulders; you grabbed your helmet and left the room.

Walking down the corridor you kept your head down, not wanting to make eye contact with any other Sargent as you walked by. Most looked at you, knowing what was about to come as well as it was spread across base like a fire in a forest.

Walking out, you took one big breath and looked up. Seeing the helicopter you were going in for the last time. You walked on over and spotted Price waiting for you. You walked over and greeted “Captain” Price replied “you ready? Solider?” You nodded and spoke “why’s shouldn’t I? Eh?” You flashed a smile trying to settle the unwanted nerves. He placed a hand on your shoulder and spoke “you know this was made for you, your our top shoulder this mission will be like any other mission for you, come on then let’s get you ready.”

Sitting in the helicopter as it flew over many places, you sat there tapping your fingers to your favourite song on the seat belt as you gripped your hands tightly to it. You breathed deeply, you knew if something went wrong it was over.

You heard Price over the intercoms “right Y/c/n, time to get ready. You got two minutes!” You nodded and answered “copy that, Cap” you got ready. Standing over by the entry you got ready for the worst.

Seeing the big helicopter door open, you took one last deep breath and heard Price shout “anytime now!” You nodded and watched as he did a count down on his hand. Seeing Price nod you went, jumping out of the plain you were prepared.

You pulled the cord last minute and felt your body be tugged as the wind caught onto your parachute.

Landing almost perfectly, you started heading towards the hot spots of the organised crime gangs that were known for their brutality and kill counts on the military.

Holding onto your gun as you quietly make your way into the abandoned town. You watched your every move. Hiding behind a large dumpster you quietly breathed through your nose as you listen the some of the gang members speak. One spoke “listen, Mr.Owen said he’s staying at the hotel on east, he said be there for the meeting at five, top floor, got it?” You heard some reply.

Quietly walking behind buildings as you made your way towards the hotel, you were about to cross a small alley. But you watched as a gang member walked out of the alley; he didn’t notice you luckily. Creeping over to him you placed your hand on his mouth and stabbed him in the neck. You felt his body go limp, so you pulled him aside and hid him behind some dumpster.

Moving forward, you sat the flickering lights of the hotel. Hiding behind a building you peaked your head forward and watched as a few people left the building.

Quickly running towards the side of the hotel, you looked around to see if anything could be used to get into the building.

Seeing a thick and sturdy looking pipe, you grabbed the sides where it has be bolted to the wall and started to climb. You noticed there was about five floors, you muttered “fuck sake” you continued to climb.

As you got there you decided to head to the roof as it’s a better approach. You saw the vent shafts scattered everywhere. Luckily you had Price to help you get blue prints of the buildings in the area.

So you pulled it out of your pocket and quickly scanned the blue print. Seeing the quickest routes. You started to unscrew the screws off of the vent shaft, you thought about it for a moment then thought ‘fuck it’. You grabbed a tear gas grenade. Pulling on your mask, you pulled the small cord and threw it down the shaft.

Making your way through, you dropped down to a corridor. Putting a silencer on your gun you suit few of the people quickly as they tried to charge at you.

Hiding in a doorway, you used your snake camera and shoved it in the small gap at the bottom of the door. It showed that, that was the very room that the gang lord was hiding in.

You had put away the snake camera and decided to get two AO-63. Thankfully there was a helicopter up in the air helping you out. You bursted into the room as you booted the door handle off its hinges and open fired. You noticed there were less people than expected, thankfully. You dropped the one gun as it ran out of ammunition, you held onto the other and shot the rest. You were only left with the gang lord now.

He quickly grabbed a gun and shot a few bullets, hearing six gunshots you felt two land one in your leg and one in your shoulder. You shouted “put the gun down now!” He shouted “when would I listen to a pig like you?!” You said “put it down or you don’t make it out alive!” He started to run over to you. You were told to try and keep him alive, so you shot him in the shoulder. He still ran at you, shoving you against the wall you demanded “I’ll shoot you if you don’t let go, now!” He said “and who’s letting you?”; you smirked giving the man chills as you got closer to his face and threatened “who’s stopping me?” With that, you quickly grabbed your pocket knife and stabbed him in the side and twisted it. You felt his grip loses on your shoulder so you grabbed his shirt and said “now fucking cooperate or I’ll show you that no one is fucking stopping me!”

Cuffing him, you tied him to a chair after patting him down. You quickly grabbed things that could look like evidence and some of the things he owned like drugs and what not.

Placing them in a big evidence bag, you untied the man and grabbed your handgun; placing it to his throat you both walked down the stairs and towards outside.

Seeing the helicopter, you thought you were done. All of a sudden, someone came out and started to open fire at you. You felt the man shove you out of his way. Luckily back up was coming, you watched as a few recruits you helped when they first joined started to run after the man. You felt multiple burning sensations running down your leg. You watched as Price started to run towards you seeing him kneel down besides you as you fell to the ground; he spoke “can you hear me?!” You nodded and he said “right, hold onto me I’ll help you get to the heli!”. As you got closer you heard Price mention “thought you were dead!” You said “no, the reaper got me covered! But not covered enough clearly.” He spoke “right, Sargent put all your weight on me I’ll help you get onto the heli” two other soldiers walked out of the helicopter and rushed over to you two. You watched as the one went on one knee and spoke “this is gunna hurt, ok?” You nodded and said “just get it over with!” You felt him tighten string around your leg to cut off the blood flow as you started to bleed out badly.

After some time, you had finally landed. Getting off of the helicopter, you felt grateful. Grateful that you made it to see another day. Yes, you are in a lot of agony like extreme agony but that’s didn’t matter as you were still able to breath and to still be alive. You sighed, a sigh of relief as you saw Ghost waiting for you.

You were rushed over on a small stretcher and he spoke “thought you wouldn’t of made it” he spoke as he walked by the side of you. You scrunched your face with pain. You spoke “towards the end of the mission, neither did I” He nodded and as he continued to walk along side of you.

After a while, you sat on the bed in fresh clothing and had a few stitches and grateful you didn’t have your leg amputated. Hearing a knock, you spoke “come in!” Seeing four people walk in you watched as your team entered the room.

Soap spoke “you made it!” He was the first to hug you. Gaz said “here, you deserve it.” He placed some chocolates on your bed side table along with some of your favourite drink. Price asked “so how you feeling now?” You answered “feeling like shot but grateful I’m still alive.” Ghost spoke “we all are grateful for that as well.”

The team you were put into wasn’t just a team, it was a family. Task Force 141 wasn’t like your ordinary team, it was something else. You were glad this team was brought together the team shows that you can do anything and everything also you all believe in each other. You all trusted each other another key thing to have. At the end of the day you were more than a team, you were family.

Hope you enjoyed!

Requests are closed for the moment as I will be getting round to the other asks but it won’t be that long!

Have a good day/night!🫶

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tacticalprincess · 2 months

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könig: ovulating all by yourself beautiful? <3

cw breeding kink

given the poor state of sex education when he was in school and his very minor interaction with women prior to you, könig was relatively clueless about almost everything to do with a woman’s menstrual cycle, besides the obvious bleeding aspect of it all. needless to say he was mind blown to find out about all the different phases, looking like a deer caught in headlights when you explained how much it fucks with your hormones on and off your period. he was literally the epitome of “just found out about periods… i’m so sorry women.”

ovulation was what he was most intrigued by, and not just because he’s always felt an overwhelming biological inclination to have you barefoot and pregnant with his children. all he knew was that once a month for a few days, your sex drive was insatiably high, and even the slightest of things he did triggered it. just the sight of him lounging on the couch was enough to have you jumping at him, pawing at his sweats and complaining that he was making his lap look too inviting.

you would be practically glued to his cock, sometimes to the point of frenzied and feverish. he could barely get anything done around you all glossy eyed and horny; he swears it’s almost as if you wanted him to stay inside you forever. he, of course, has no objections to this. it’s always a pleasant change from the snippy mood you’re in for a few days straight just a week before.

you don’t have a problem getting wet as it is, but during these days you get so creamy, and könig never gets tired of watching the way your pussy coats his dick in thick, pearly stickiness. the sex is always the most primal and dirty during your ovulation phase. telling him that your period tracking app warned you that your fertility is especially high that day would be like foreplay for him, and nothing made his caveman brain happier than to hear you cockdrunk and babbling about how bad you wanted to make him a father, begging him to breed your fertile womb. you can’t say stuff like that unless you mean it, maus, lest he rip the condom off and put a baby in your pretty pussy for real :(

you were both chancing it, fucking like bunnies on such high risk days. but it wasn’t like könig wouldn’t be ecstatic if it so happened to take…

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sweet-as-an-angel · 4 months

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Giant! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Creep! König, Perverted! König, König Owns a Cum Jar, Size Difference, Giant! König, Size Kink, Sadistic! König, Abuse of Power, Dub-Con, Cum Soaking, Attempts at Forced Impregnation, Implied Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Hostage Situation, Human Pet! Reader, Physical Violence, Human! Reader, Fem! Reader.

Giant! König captures you after he catches you sneaking around his castle, trying to loot something of value to take back to your impoverished village.

Giant! König immediately jumps at the opportunity to take you as his human pet, throwing you into a nearby jar and closing the lid, observing you like a spider beneath a glass.

Giant! König who, after deciding he wants to keep you long-term instead of turning your body into the sprinkles atop his ice cream, creates a more sustainable living space for you after discovering you’re not as durable as he thought (almost suffocating, dehydrating, and starving to death whilst being held in that damn jar).

Giant! König surprises you with a dollhouse of his own design: a door that locks from the outside, windows too small for you to crawl through, and walls made of a material too strong for your tiny utensils to burrow through.

Giant! König doesn’t take long to start using you for his own pleasure – almost like he has no other outlet; like he was just waiting for this opportunity to come.

Giant! König who, whenever he feels like punishing you, puts you in The Jar and stares you down whilst stroking his cock, gigantic even in comparison to other giants’. He grunts, berating you, telling you how he’d “Fill you with my cock if you weren’t so small – bet I could crush you with it if I wanted to.”

When he’s ready, he cums into the jar – all over you – thick and heavy, almost drowning you with just one spurt of his load.

He loves watching you struggle to keep your head above the viscous pool he’s trapped you in as you literally swim in his semen, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to “Get me out, please!”.

He’ll often leave you in there without clothes to try and teach you a lesson. Until it turns into another reason – to breed you – which you accidentally sparked in him when you told him to be careful! You’ll end up getting me pregnant!

Giant! König can’t get your words out of his head, the primal urges he’s suppressed for so long unearthed by your pleas for him to spare you, if only once.

Giant! König knows he’s way too big to fit inside you, so this – cumming profusely into a jar he’s encased you in whilst giving you no means of refusing his attempts – is the next best thing.

Giant! König gets off on the sheer size difference between the two of you – the fact that you’re entirely dependent on him for your survival. Makes him feel like the kind of giant he’s supposed to be; strong and well-seeded.

Giant! König lays awake at night and fantasises about having a family, a far-off dream until you came along. It’s all he can think about as the image of you, his tiny wife, swollen to an almost painful degree as you bear his children, floods his mind, makes his cock twitch – harden. He resists the urge to relieve himself of this burden, preferring to save every ounce of his seed for you rather than wasting even a drop of it.

Giant! König who, despite his…questionable treatment of you, does try to treat you well. He lets you eat as much as you want, both because he knows you come from a poor background and because he has to keep you healthy to bear his offspring — especially since he knows they’ll be quite big compared to you.

Giant! König enjoys questioning you about your life before him, how humans work, what they do all day, whether the stereotypes of them all being lustful, pride-driven, creatures are true.

If you validate any part of this stereotype, he’ll use that as an excuse to sink you in even more of his cum, to subject you to the task of sitting on his cock (horizontally, might I add) while he commands you to get yourself off by humping the shaft.

Man’s had no outlet for basicall all his life – he’s feral.

Giant! König loves to watch you while you’re tucked up in your dollhouse, observing everything you do. Humans are a rarity in the Giant Lands, so to have one in his home is a mythic occurrence.

Giant! König loves showing you off; he thrives on the reaction he gets when his friends see you. You’re, as stated before, a rarity in their parts, often used as a delicacy rather than a pet since humans aren’t particularly sturdy compared to giants, so managing to keep one alive is something of a status symbol in itself; the mark of a truly capable mate (hence captive humans are often given as courting gifts between giants).

However, König is also highly protective of you – especially after he caught Horangi (another giant he’d been showing you off to) goading you – harassing you – stroking his cock, telling you to “Lick the tip. Never felt a human tongue before.”

Needless to say, König never invited him around again after that.

Giant! König is, obviously, good with his hands and technical know-how. Thus, if his method of soaking you in his semen doesn’t work when trying to knock you up, he’ll create some unlawful contraption to make it inevitable.

Despite his size, König has managed to make a tiny glass syringe that he’s packed with his cum, holding you down easily with one hand as he presses the tip to your entrance, pumping you full of his seed.

He struggles to contain how the scene – the feeling – of you trying desperately to fight him off, to stop him from filling you, makes him feel. You have to watch the bulge between his legs grow as the feeling of being filled past full overcome you.

Giant! König does this as many times as he likes until he knows his seed’s taken, when you start showing. Which, considering how big his offspring will be, is pretty early on.

He definitely makes maternity clothes for you – comfortable garments that show the swell of your stomach as the weeks crawl by into months.

Giant! König loves bathing you, too. Especially after he’s covered you in his cum.

There’s something so intimate and gentle about it – a scarcity in the Giant Lands. Having something so small and fragile in his hands, knowing that he can crush you in his grip at any moment, makes him feel…responsible. Trustworthy.

Giant! König will never let you go, btw. You can try to run as much as you want, but he’ll always catch up to you, his human pet.

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