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2nd part here

Part 3 of my Murderer 141 🔪 x kidnapped reader (Final part :D)

This is smut ladies and gentlemen ;) Sexual and non-con activities up ahead!!

You wish you could say you saw this coming, but instead, your hands were tied and your mouth gagged in the back of a moving vehicle.

Tears spill from your dazed eyes as they stain the random clutter surrounding you. you wanted to scream, thrash around, try your best to escape but your head throbbed with a pounding sensation. Each bump on the road made you jump, the clutter sliding around.

You look for anything, a sharp tool or edge to rip at the meticulously tied rope but nothing. it was just pieces of cardboard, a few small duffel bags, empty plastic storage containers, and the fresh smell of bleach.

Finally, you feel the car stop, the sounds of muffled footsteps on breaking sticks closing in. You shut your eyes, rubbing the tears against the sandpaper-textured trunk floor. The door opens, the light piercing past your eyelids and making you twitch.. did they see it?

"good afternoon love"

Price flicked his fingers against your cheek. obviously, he saw.

"Now if I untie you.. you promise you won't run?"

He chuckled, pulling the gag out of your mouth.

You watch him intently. Should you agree and make a run for it or just stay silent? Would you even outrun him?

"I won't run.."

He smiles.. that innocent ol' smile you trusted so much. He grabbed your quivering hands in his, untying the rope nice and slowly. Letting you adjust your wrist and stretch out your arms. You sit on the edge of the car trunk, peering over his large torso at the surrounding area. A thick pattern of pine trees extends to the edge of your sight everywhere. Not a single sign or post, the trail wasn't even paved out. The smell of nature was intoxicating, making you scrunch your face at how strong your senses seemed to repulse at the air.

Or maybe it was the bleach mixing in with everything.

Price watches your eyes search for freedom and humanity but nothing. He watches as hope escapes your dilated little pupils.

Oh how he wished he could keep you for himself, a frightened little deer in headlights, a lost animal in the freezing rain. His lost little pet.

"Done looking?"

You look up at him, your body trembling, some part of you knowing no one will come and save you. They made sure of it.

You nod your head silently, letting him guide you to wherever. Running was futile, the sun was slowly setting behind the trees casting decrepit shadows across the ground. You follow him to a wooden manor, something you think you'd see in every slasher. He opens the door, stepping aside for you to step in first. Ladies first right?

You walk in slowly, the wooden planks making a low creak with every movement. At some point, you thought of what they would do next. torture you? starve you? play cat and mouse till you tire out and wither away? Fucking hell you were scared, getting kidnapped and dumped into a "Nowhere forest".

"Scared?"

Price places a hand on your shoulder, leaning down into your ear, grabbing at your waist with his other. His touch is colder.. rougher than ever before. You let out a small gasp, titling your head up against him. Play it cool.. play it cool... your heart was racing, and sure as hell he felt it.

"fuck you.." You whimper out, trying to pry his hands away from you.

You were certain they'd kill you... tear your heart out and eat it like demons. Right?

"You'll be the one doing that for me Love"

He pushes you against the wall, your back arched perfectly as you yelp in pain before his hands grip tightly around your neck.

"That right.. scream for me Doll"

He tugs down your skirt along with your panties, letting them drop down to the floor. You squirm against his hold but to no avail. You hated it.. you hated it... But your body was screaming the opposite.

"Don't worry... I'll prepare you"

Price spits on his calloused fingers, rubbing them along your stomach down to your cunt. Stopping when he realizes how soaked you were. ".. You're enjoying this?" He let go of your neck.

He smeared your juices against your folds, Fucking hell you were dripping. He pushed one finger in with ease, listening to the sweet gushing sounds your pussy made. And another.. spreading his fingers apart inside of you.

".. just fingering your sweet little cunt got you dripping like this love"

You moaned, your body betraying your thoughts. You didn't want this! You..You didn't!

He stopped abruptly like he knew what you were thinking.

"n.o" you squeal out. He smiles letting his fingers sink slowly into you.

You look up at him, desperation coating your eyes as you begin to bounce up and down his fingers. Your hands landed on either of his shoulders, quicking the pace of your hips.

"Price... move.." You beg him through pathetic moans. His fingers were drenched in your wetness, your gummy walls desperately needing to be stretched.

"Fucking whore.."

He slips his fingers out quickly replacing it with his achingly hard cock. You squeal as he slams into you, completely bottoming out in one swift thrust. Tears stream down your face as he plows into you, jackhammering himself into your little entrance.

You wrap your legs around him, making him penetrate himself even deeper.

"Little.. Slut"

He breathes out with each thrust, reaching an all-time new high for him. Being the gentle trusting Price for so long, he finally let himself loose. You were sure he came in you.. white puddles of his warm cum coating his Dick. But he kept at it, somehow.. pounding you harder like his life depended on it.

"Price!.. S-Stop!" You choked out between hiccuped moans and screams.. you felt yourself losing consciousness. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against the red of your ass over and over, his hands bruising the fat of your hips.

His thrust became sloppy.. and rushed full of need before finally releasing even more of his cum inside of you. With a few final thrusts, he stopped but refused to take himself out of you.

"geez.. what a show"

Simon leaned against the, his hands crossed. you look over in horror and embarrassment forgetting there were three more.

The front door creaked opened.

"Yo! We're hom-"

Gaz just stared dropping his duffel bag as Soap peered over him. They stayed silent before smiling at Price who finally seemed to come to his senses.

"My turn" (soap and Simon)

"My Turn

"Fuck off I'm not done"

Murderer POLY 141 x kidnapped reader

Part one here

They all seemed to enjoy it at first but the longer they spent playing this “game” the more real it got. Their psychotic brains confusing obsession with “love”. No they didn't love you. At least, that's what they told themselves every day as they fucked your brains out. It was hard to just stay with one guy when they seemed to be forcing their ways into your life.. And you.

So instead you wanted to “discuss” the truths with all of them. You couldn't live in a lie, you either tell all of them or none of them and let them find out. The latter option was least desirable.

So you sent them a message, a quick meetup at a private joint 3 blocks down. A perfect underground cafe you always were fond of. The mood, the music, and the secrecy. Barely anyone knew about the place.

“Be there at 8, don't be late!”

You were scared sure, but what would go wrong?

—

Your hands fidgeted at the hem of your top. You couldn't help the jittery feeling racing through your body.

“Its going to be okay”

You whispered to yourself, trying to catch your quaking breath. Why was this so hard for you!? Its not like they were in love..

It was too late to back down anyway as you descended the steps toward the dim light. The air was thicker then usual, a familiar smell flooded the area.. It was overwhelmingly strong but you brushed it off.

The door opened with a chime, and the smell got stronger. It wasn't rotten.. But more ash-like. A strong burning smell with a mix of..

“Hey!”

You spot the group on the wall near the fireplace. They seemed to be getting along, chatting like they knew each other forever.

“What took ya so long” Gaz scooted over, setting the large black bag onto the ground.

“Should’ve came later, we were setting bets on how long it’ll take”

“Pay up soap, she came 10 minutes late, I win” ghost nudged Soap’s elbow, holding his hand out for the money.

“Stop playing around, the little lady here clearly got something important” Price stared at you calmy, he seemed to be the only one giving a shit-

You giggled at the sight. All of them seemed so close, it would be easy to assume they were friends from a glance.

“Do you guys know each other? Cause that would make this a lot.. Uhm worse”

“Course we know each other luv, we’ve been friends since.. Shit how long’s it been?”

Ghost leaned back, crossing his arms against his chest. Fuck this was going terribly.

“Cant remember”

Soap shrugged, taking another swish of his water, ice cubes clinking on the side.

“I guess we can talk about this over some food..”

You look around, finally realizing the place was quiet. Completely empty. The counter had no one behind it, the kitchen was silent and no one occupied any other booth. They looked at you, all smiles and rainbows, like nothing was wrong.

The air became thicker.. The fire burned brighter, dropping sparking ashes across the floor. They seemed oddly happy, I mean oddly happy like they didn't notice the place was a dead zone.

“So why’d you tell us to come here” Gaz slipped a hand over your shoulder, which didn't surprise anyone like you thought.

You clear your throat, reaching for your bag to pull out your phone. Yes you decided to write some notes on your phone to prepare.

“So.. Uhm you se-”

You look down at your purse, slipping your fingers into the smaller pockets.. Before noticing a small object at the front of your shoes. You realize the white material on the tip of leather was a surprising red.

“I wanted to..”

Your sentences were cut short as you slowly slipped your foot back.. A small puddle of blood smeared across the floor beneath where your shoes were.

“Go to the bathroom first!”

You smile, quickly standing up with your phone in your hand. You giggle awkwardly and calmly walk towards the lady's room. Quickly opening the door and gently closing it before you run to the sink. Your face flushed pale, as you feel yourself gag.

“A.. A TO- Tooth”

You scream impulsively.. Immediately covering your mouth with your hands. You watch the door through the mirror, praying none of them heard.

You look down at your shoe, it wasn't a hallucination, the blood still seeping into the leather, leaving a thin trail of drying blood across white tiles. You grab at your throat, trying to calm your breathing. No ones here. The staff. Cashier. Waiter. No one. No one is here.

You look to the door, only option was to book it right? The burning smell seeped through the doorway.. As you finally realize what that smell was.

The smell of Flesh

You run to the bathroom door, slamming it open..

“Hello princess.. All ready?”

Watching ghost stab shadows repteadly with no hesitation got me

Kicking my feet and giggling

Hearing him torture a man behind closed doors got me

Kicking my feet and giggling

Always carrying a giant sledgehammer covered in dried blood on his back got me

Kicking my feet and giggling

Knowing he has killed hundreds of men for military you got you

Kicking your feet and giggling

Murderer POLY 141 🔪 x Oblivious Female Reader

NSFW/MDNI (sexual activities and sexual themes)

Instead of military.. Why not just a bunch of fucking murders.

To you, it seemed so odd that they would show up at the most convenient of times. Nonetheless, you were mighty grateful for the help. For the quick fix-up on your car. The multitude of groceries you had. The short-lived stalker you never heard from again. The drunken who suddenly approached you late at dusk, but also got taken care of quite swiftly. The fruitful amount of cash that was hidden under piles of junk in the drawer. They were a bit tinted with red… Chalking that up to “Oh I must have put that there” even though you had no recollection.

But to them, it was all fun and games. Who'd be first caught or who'd be the last one standing?

Gaz was just so kind, inviting you to every opportunity for tea or snack breaks. You’re surprised when he tells you he lives at the complete opposite side of town.

“Thats an hour away Gaz! Isn't it exhausting?”

“Not at all, I have work here.”

He lies theough his teeth but hey? Isn't it all lies around here. As long as your adorable mind doesn't realize.. It won't hurt. Just like the many times he takes you to where he resides, eyes staring at the two of you.

Course you’re scared, but he promises it's because they’re not too keen with visitors. Not realizing the multitude of people don't seem to be glaring at you. But at him.

You don't ask questions and go along with it. Letting him lead you to his apartment that seemed to be barely lived in.. But it doesn't matter after he Fucks those pretty thoughts out of your mind. Making you see stars as he finishes inside of you for the third time.

But Price isn't that open. He keeps the conversation entertaining but reveals absolutely nothing about himself as he listens to you talk.

He loves the expressions you make, your lips pouting when you talk about the scary days you had over the week because of some weird stalker.

“I promise! There is someone following me!”

“Then why don’t you let me take you home”

He walks you home every night the two of you go out. The one day he doesn't, you swear you could hear an extra pair of footsteps. Looking around deliriously you opt for a run instead, going through alleyways and shortcuts. Until you accidentally bump into someone, causing you to trip over your feet.

“Gah! Sorry!”

You look up to see Price! He looked shocked at first but soon composed himself, taking your hand in his.

“Dont be sorry”

He smiles gently, kissing the top of your forehead while you burst into soft sobs. You swear you saw something.. Or someone else behind him. On the floor? Maybe it was your imagination..

He takes you home but you beg him to stay the night.

“Can you stay?..”

He holds you tight, pressing his fingers deeper into your hips. This only leads to an excuse to fuck you on his cock as an “apology” for scaring you. He whispers sweet nothings to you as he overstimulates your dripping cunt, making you cockwarm him even after cumming.

But after meeting Ghost and Soap, the perfect self-proclajmed duo, you couldn’t help but find yourself attracted. They were a mix of dark humor and wholesome dad jokes.

They invite you for a quick drink as friends. Friends that sit too close to each other.. Ghost insisting you sit in the middle as Soap drapes an arm around your waist, pouring you more and more Alcohol you didn’t want to drink.

Sooner or later the “fun” was coming to an end as you try to stand up, toppling over Ghost’s lap. They chuckle at your vulnerable state, taking it up as a reason to carry you back home. Of course this attracting other drunken dudes to come up to them asking them where they think they’re going.

“Cmoonnnn, We can all have a piece of that”

Soap smirks.. He was damn happy they even asked.

“Why not gentlemen”

But you didn't see what happened after as Ghost drove you back to his place with Soap after the quick charade. Soap smelled a bit.. Odd.. His hands covered in a.. Red substance.

“Just wine luv”

A few minutes later you sobered up quite quickly, surprised even though you drank so much. But hey no hangover!

And as a thank you they happily ate you out. Getting Fucked by both of them at once felt.. Ruthless. Your clit brimmed with overstimulation as Simon rubbed circles over it and your mouth forced wide open as Soap shoved his shaft deeper and deeper.

You sobbed quietly into the pillow as Soap rammed his Dick into your sopping cunt, relieved for the pounding to stop until Ghost took his time teasing your entrance. Making you gasp..

“Fu..ck.. Wai-wait”

Begging? Uselsss.

He didn't mind you screaming for him to stop. Overestimation turned into torture for your pussy. Brutilized after just one night, you’d had to come back to them for more right?

But it wasn't much of your choice to come back.

Part two

Simon x You.

Shit he misses you.

Having most of his days in constant pumps of adrenaline it's hard to think of anyone else. Even you.

But when he does miss you, it's all he has.

Utterly tired out of his mind, sore at every muscle point.

Thoughts drained as he slowly pulled off the layers of armor. The belt. The vest. The boots. Just thinking of you.

"Luv.. I missed ya"

"Missed me?"

Speaking to himself in hushed whispers, so he can hear it, listening to your soft voice playing in his mind when he stops talking.

"Was thinking bout you.. every night"

"Oh? Even on duty?"

He'd think of lines, responses you'd say to every comment. His imagination spurred during the nights. His inner world was too preoccupied with the sound of your voice, the face you'd make, the white noise in the background. Too distracted to put back his gun, too distracted to loosen his shirt, too distracted to clean the black around his eyes.

"Hm, sometimes. Couldn't help it. Wish you were here.."

"If I was there.. I.."

He'd come back from each mission to the silence of his home. The emptiness spoke volumes as he brushed his rough fingers across the still walls. The curtains where he left them. The bed untouched.

You were nothing but a figment of his mind. But he'd play his own either way.

"I'm home"

"Took you long enough!"

You'd jump into his arms, embraced by the smell of his ashy body.

You'd start tearing up after so long, muffled into his chest

You'd eagerly wash his body, massage each painful wound.

You'd run your fingers through his hair, playfully pulling each tangled strand harder than needed to hear him grunt.

You'd let him make sweet love to you over.. and over.. and over.

Won't you?

Simon Ghost Riley x Female Civilian Reader

The feeling of falling in love.

He sees hundreds of people throughout his Military career. Murders, drug addicts, sex workers, terrorists, children, women, men, monsters, angels, and the spiral of personality types in the streets of foreign countries. Maybe the job would be more desirable with the perks of traveling the world if it was less dangerous.

So why of all places did he have to fall for someone? Your face in the crowd of many watching the sky light up with colorful firey explosions raining through the stars.

He catches a glimpse of your delicate smile, or maybe not so delicate at the time as you marvel at humanity’s show.

He stares.. longingly, drowning out the noise of cheers and screams. You glance at him too. At least that’s what he wished happened until time began to speed up to reality.

“Simon!”

Price grips his shoulder, breaking him out of his day dreams.

“The object is in AO, stay alert”

“Understood” Simon nodded, trying to focus up.

But how? He looks back, but you were gone.

Deep inside he hoped you stayed gone, but he couldn’t help but look for your face again. Unfortunately and fortunately you disappeared, becoming a ghost in the crowd he'd wish to forget

So why in all places were you here? In his arms?

As he franticly ran through the battlefield, your limp body was tight against his straining chest. Simon was never a man to rely on any higher being, but for the first time in what seemed like decades, he begged.. no prayed for you. A random stranger he merely glimpsed at, a woman with no name or title to him, capturing more than a poor man's heart.

And so the tale as old as time went, a man stricken with Cupid's arrow unable to let go of a woman who lived another side of life. His world is so far from the pleasant life you lived. You cherished your experiences, the people, and the memories as he cherished you.

You slowly healed from the wounds afflicted, your home destroyed and your memory scattered. With nowhere to go, Simon offered you a place, a home closer to his reach.

Small graces and brisk touches filled his head, he was smitten with love, confused, and awkwardly frustrated due to his inability to confront you. And you? Well, you weren't stupid but you were oblivious. The man sheltering you, doting on you, was quite the catch, you couldn't help but feel the same way. But there was no way you'd know the ironic truth.

"I got it Luv"

"Oh no! Its okay I-"

"Hands off, don't be stuffy"

"Nu uh!"

He grabs your hands in his, swallowing your whole mitts in his.

"Dove"

He whispers in your ear, his hard muscles leaning against the small of your back. Your face burns with a red tint, gosh he was so close, you could feel his sigh. You comply and slowly release your grip on the bags, letting him carry all of them in a single hand.

He hums, using his free hand to cup yours, holding it up to his lips before gently kissing the soft skin.

"Thank you. Angel."

He walks to the kitchen, leaving you utterly in shambles wondering if he was flirting or he was being a gentleman as he is a very respectful British.

While Simon had his heart racing hoping maybe that was a step in the right direction, or many steps in the right direction.

Because in his mind he's an awkward flirt, while to everyone else (you especially). DAM BRO GOT U SWEATING *FANS SELF*

Simon & Konig x Female Mafia reader

The room was almost pitch black with flickering ceiling lights that seemed to always have that cliche fly swarm. You sat uncomfortably in a metal chair, wrist tied behind the seat.

“Where.. am I”

You could barely hear yourself, with your whole body throbbing in pain. The room looked as if it was spinning slowly, endlessly in dreadful misery.

Your breaths were labored as you tried to hold your head up, in front of you, a pair of slick black military boots cross your blurred vision.

The sound of metal scrapping the ground to your right.

“Someone awake”

You look up to see a man in a skull mask, leaning against the wall of neatly hanging tools and weapons. He was large. 6 foot and a little more. Simon Ghost Riley they called him. Ghost. A monster in human flesh when it came to torture.

The metal screeching stops as a much larger man fills your vision.

He flips the metal chair around, folding his arms on the top rail, propping himself lower just to meet eye to eye with you. Konig. 6’10 giant. Took out 30 so men just by himself. At least that’s what you heard

Your heart races at the sight.. at some point you realize why you’re in this situation…

Fuck..

You look at Ghost.. watching him stare emotionlessly at your state. Which you couldn’t blame him for being so rude..

“Don’t look at him. He’s not going to help. Look at me.”

…

“I know”

You glare at him intently, there was no way you’d let him intimidate you.

“Don’t get to cocky. Look where you are nobody’s gonna find you. Not your damn soldiers.. nor those shadows”

You gulp, feigning fear but you couldn’t help but feel like breaking. Telling the truth wouldn’t be so bad?

“Where are the chemicals.”

You stare at him blankly, mouth sealed.

“Not talking?”

He looked back at Ghost, standing up from his seat.

“Last chance. Or he’s taking over”

You already knew his ways. Fuck. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He began unhooking the knvies.. saws.. drills, anything that would make you regret staying silent.

“Alright luv, ready for the show?”

Ghost flipped the knives in his hands, placing the sharp edge dangerously close to your skin.

“Start screamin-”

He stopped, looking at your face. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were already tearing up, holding back little squeaks of pain even though he barely moved the knife. Your cheeks plush and slightly puffed with air as you “prepare” for the pain.

“What are you..”

Konig walks over to you, pushing your hair out of your face to get a better view. Fucking hell. You were on the verge of sobbing.

You opened your eyes slightly, sniffling at what’s to come. The small whimpers that comes from your rosy lips fill the rooms silentness, making the two men stop in their tracks.

You looked.. in their heads

“Fucking adorable”

“Is it in yet” you mutter inconsolably. Little diamond tears slowly dripping down your cheeks

You asked them as if they were administrating a flu shot. Jeez. Look at you.

"I.."

His knife retreats from your throat. Well fuck you just mess everything up don't you Luv?

Konig holds your face, rubbing the tears away with his gloved hands, making a bloody mess all over your face.

"stop! you're just making my face sticky" you whine, needing two hands just to hold his.

"Liebling.." Konig mutters as he marvels at how cute look look.

SImon sighs, using his rough fingers to clean your wet puffy cheeks. Its hard to hurt someone so adorable. weren't you suppose to be okay with pain?

He bites his lip, looking at your flustered face, filled with fear but also inexperience. Maybe they'll just take you back home, far away from the crime life which you clearly don't belong in.

Konig HC!

(My personal opinion 0-0)

Heavily using his severe social anxiety and his war experience which seems to be an outlet or place where he can be himself?

Konig- kid/teen/and young adult would totally be wary of you. Even if you seem nice he’d be careful not interacting with you too often from past trauma

Konig- Once warming up to you he’d go out with you more, hang in low social areas, and always stick to your side instead of wandering off in case of talking to anyone

Konig- extremely observant, he probably can sniff out shitty people from a mile away.

Konig- takes your things just to make fun of your height compared to his.

“Want it back Maus?”

“If you don’t I’m going to scream >:( and everyone’s gonna look!”

“You’re such a little girl”

Konig- scoffs at your petty attempts, as you giggle to yourself, proud as hell to know his one weakness. Not knowing by now you’d turn into his weakness

Konig- isn’t a pushover but for you? He’d buy anything- your eyes glitter at a cute plushie?- it’s already in a present wrap in his hands. You want a cute necklace at Tiffanys but you know it’s way too expensive? He’s already putting it around your neck, fumbling at the tiny ass hook.

Konig- starts realizing he stares.. a little too much when it’s just you and him. If you’re just chilling in his massive bed, he just watches your cute expressions change. Your body language and the way you talk, all on the back of his palms. He’s that kind of person who’d be happy with one civilian friend (besides his military buds)

Konig- schedules things around yours, either unconsciously or knowingly, he’s there when you need him.

Konig- when you get too close in the elevator or on the a line he starts overthinkingggg, not knowing what to do with his hands, stuffing them either in his pocket or awkwardly putting them anywhere away from you. Stutters like crazy as you meet him at the front door with your make-up done, outfit on.

Konig-is such a softie to you <3 but to others he just glares them down when they get to rowdy near you. Holds your waist near his when someone tries anything, realizing he’s probably suffocating you when he holds you to his chest. When you look up at him to ask if they’re gone he MELTS. Your adorable, teary eyed expression makes him fall to his knees (mentally)

Konig- dies internally when you finally confess your feelings towards him

“I know.. this might be too soon.. but!.. I really like you. And if you don’t-”

Konig.exe- has stopped working

Konig- snaps back to reality and doesn’t know how to say he’s liked you too so he just picks you up in a bridal carry and takes you to his bedroom to cuddle cause he thinks you should take that as a yes even though you’re still a bit confused cause he does not speak a word the whole cuddle sessions- (and breath out)

König x Delulu Virgin reader :(

NSFW!! MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Contains SEXUAL CONTENT!!!

"You're a fucking tease y'know that?" Konig slams the door behind him, locking both of you in the small broom closet.

You strain your neck just to look up at him. He looked..angry? It's out of character for him when he's not on the field but you couldn't care less. Stuffed in a closet with the hottest dude you knew on base, or better yet probably the whole world. Who's to complain?

"wh-what did I do??" You press your hands against his chest, bringing minimal distance between your bodies. But honestly, you just hope he'd grab them and push you against the wall- :)

"Don't act fucking dumb Liébe" He snapped. Stepping closer to you only for you to-well you guessed it-be straight against the wall.

"You didn't think I would notice? All dolled up for who? Couldn't last 2 hours without the attention?"

His arm against the wall, and his other creeping harsh circles on your sundress.

"m'came back for a visit" you muttered against his chest which seemed ever closer.

He leaned down to your ear, his messy curls brushing against your flushed cheeks, "Who."

"You!" You whine out.

"..."

He stayed silent for a few seconds, debating whether you were playing him or you really meant it.

"richtige Antwort" (correct answer)

He let go of your waist, placing his gloved fingers on the tip of your chin. "Du gehörst mir" (You belong to me)

"Kö.."

His lips pressed gently on yours, his left hand lifting your pretty sundress up. To you, he looked insatiable, slipping off your thin shoulder straps, nipping at the sensitive skin around your supple breast.

You limped against the wall, searching for something to grip on- to let the tension ease. His hand reached up, tangling your fingers in his as he led you to his messy hair. You complied, grabbing a fistful of his curly locks causing him to bite harder on your hardening buds.

The room was filled with your adorable moans, trying oh so hard to keep your voice down.

"I want to hear you.."

He let go of your breast, making a popping sound with his mouth

"I want to hear you scream"

His stare was cold, almost like he was threatening you.

But maybe. He was.

You watched in shameful anticipation but awkward nervousness as he quickly dealt with the buckle of his belt, making a clink as it dropped. His hard membrane was blatantly obvious, with his swollen tip peeking out the top of his boxers. You look up at him, his eyes frigid.. dead.. serious, it's as if he's looking down on you. But you couldn't have been more wrong, in his head was the thought of mercilessly fucking your brains out, then showering you in kisses and a ring on that finger the next time your family sees you. Which was in 1 week.

You reach your hand out, to free his aching..throbbing.. monster of a Dick but he stopped you halfway

"Maus.. don't worry, you dont have to do anything"

He whispered, shifting his cock out agonizingly slow.

"Let me.. make you feel good Schatz"

You hiccuped, letting your hands slide down to the side of your thighs. Watching him stroke his dick, Lathering the thin layer of pre-cum over his shaft.

"Will..it fit..?"

He lifts your thigh up, exposing the slick accumulating all over your folds, dripping down your thighs.

He hummed in amusement, sinking his fingers into you.

"Ko..! Will it?" Your eyes already welling up with tears as he stimulates your cunt. His fingers spreading apart, unknowingly to you, he was generously preparing you for the Fucking of your lifetime.

He presses gentle kisses to your lips, positioning his tip between your folds, gradually pushing his massive self into your pretty puffy virgin pussy <3

You place your hands at his shoulders, muffling your hiccuped moans in his burly chest, feeling the incredible stretch of his Cock, every vein budging against your tight walls.

He grunts, forcing himself deeper as he finally bottoms out, a creamy white ring already forming at the base.

It was embarrassing to admit but you already felt yourself going over the edge as he thrusted himself deeper into you. Hitting spots your tiny little fingers couldn't imagine. Your moans turn into bitter cries and uncontrolled sobs as he begins pounding into you, his hand grabbing your other thigh, lifting you against the wall- letting him fuck you at a new angle. The sounds of your pussy, overstimulated, overwhelmed, and overused filled the room with gushing noises as his meaty dick continued ramming upwards at your cervix. You swore you lost consciousness a handful of times but awoken to the waves of pleasure being shoved into your womb. His weeping Cock pumping load after load, too pussydrunk to hear your soft pleads...begging him to stop. How your legs tremble over the bend of his arm, growing numb.

Finally as you seem to reach your last orgasm of the day..

The smell of morning rain stiffens you awake. You jolt up from your bed, sweat slick on your forehead and a wet sensation in your panties.

It was all just a dream. "FUCK!"

"You okay?" Konig peaks in to the room to look at your flustered self

:(

-im sorry guys

You haven’t seen him in ages ever since he left for the military in high school.

But nothing could have prepared you for this..

“König-” You choke on your words, he was.... massive.

Konig shifted uncomfortably, standing awkwardly at the doorway of your comparatively tiny home. His Miltary Uniform and the signature sniper mask still dawned.

“Can I come in?”

“oh! Of-course” you’re awakened from your trance, his presence looming over your meek body. you stepped aside, letting him wander around your apartment, his boots making the floors creak in agony.

“You haven’t changed much” He stared at you with those damn blue eyes, eyes you haven’t forgotten..you couldn’t.

It’s been years since those last words..

—

“Don’t wait up”

“you promise.. You’ll come back?” You squeeze his hand in yours, tears threatening to slip out the corners of your eyes.

He just stares at you.. those piercing blue eyes and nods. Only a nod. A simple gesture but that’s all you needed at that time.

—

But now? He was back after years, the only friend you kept in contact with after high school and College, the only man who made you feel safe physically but also mentally. The same König that would stutter in front of the class when giving presentations, the same König who seemed tensed in social settings but with you? He’d give you the world.

You thought the feelings faded, your heartstrings cut, but having him right in front of you… well honestly made you flustered and tense.

“You’ve changed though..uhm, König..” You look shamelessly at his body, eyes lazily wandering over his tight shirt, uncovered forearms, broad shoulders, large torso, his..

“my eyes are up here Liebling”

He straightens up, tilting his head back revealing even more of his sculpture-like body.

“I-I wasn’t looking!” you jolt, turning your head to the side.

“Anyways! Tea?”

You walk over to your kitchen counter, setting the quite adorable but inconvenient tea set to a boil. You prepare the concoction nervously, spilling a few fragments on the tray.

“Schatz” He stands up, freeing your couch from suffocation.

He walks towards you, his hand brushing over the black countertop. you back up instinctively.. still unaccustomed to his presence.

“König..”

“Kö- that’s what you used to call me. Isn’t it?” He stepped closer to you, closing the gap.

You swear you stopped breathing at this point.

His hand crept around your waist, fingers pressing against the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Ich habe dich sehr vermisst, Taube.”

“huh?!” You finally catch your breath, confused as to what spell he just conjured up.

But with no answer, he kissed you with his covered mouth, pushing rougher against you to feel your soft rosebud lips.

“mmf!” Your hands freeze, hovering on the sides of his sniper hood before gently setting them against the structure of his jawline. The kiss seemed unreal, you were ready to be awoken in bed at any time but nothing, the world kept spinning and time didn’t stop.

Breathless, you finally disconnect your hands from his face, letting the kiss escape into the past.

“I didn’t want to take off my mask..for you” he muttered, letting go of your waist.

“why?”

“Cause if you didn’t want to..I.” König began to stutter, his hands rubbing against the back of his neck. You smile, reminded of his old socially awkward self.

“dummy..” you whisper, raising your hand up to lift his mask.

“that means the first one didn’t count, we have to do it again” you coo

He looked at you dumbfounded, lips parted in slight shock. But quickly taking the initiative by hoisting you in the air. His hands on the bottom of your thighs, making your face slightly above his.

“Kö-!” You yelp, your hands safely gripping his shoulders in fear.

He tilts up, letting you lift his mask up to expose his scarred lips. Your faces are just centimeters apart. Your breath hitched, you could almost hear your own heart pounding. Worst, König also heard it. He chuckles at your innocence, amused by how such a little thing like you haven’t already had their first kiss.

“Hey..! Don’t look at me like that!” You mumble, cupping his cheek.

“Hm, liebenswert”

You close your eyes…

SCEEEEEEEEEEE!

the kettle screeches making you squeal but Konig calmy looks toward the stove to turn it off.

“So ein Baby” (such a baby <3)

“did that scare you Maus?”

Oh and the first one meant “I missed you so much dove <3”

“pleaseeee!”

you beg Konig to let you put your cute stickers all over his sniper hood.

“one..” he reluctantly sits down

You squeal happily, flipping through your drawer to find the perfect one.

“this one <3” a sort of evil glint in your eyes

—

everyone watched him, the giant of a man, Colonel Konig of Kortac walk by with the brightest, girliest, cutest ducky sticker right smack on the side of his sniper hood.

“Konig..”

Simon walked toward him but was quickly passed as Konig sped right past him, avoiding eye contact with everyone like the plague. Walking into his office he spotted your happy-go-lucky self, satisfied with your sadistic behavior.

“Konig! What did everyone say” You giggle, reaching your arms out to his head.

“…”

he grumbled silently under his breath, embarrassed and disappointed in himself for humoring you.

“awh~ did no one compliment your new accessory”

You hop off his desk, walking right in front of him with an empathetic pout.

“Hasi.. you’re testing my patience” he mutters, trying to get any sort of work done.

Boop!

You smacked another sticker in front of his chest.

“See how good you look” you giggle, so innocent and pure <3

“……” he sighs in defeat, no point in fighting with his angel