PLEASE CAN WE HAVE MORE KÖNIG WITH HIS LIL DEMON
I will always write more of König and Fetch.
König jolts in his chair, knees hitting the underside of his desk as your hands slide over his thighs. He looks down at you in a panic, your eyes glowing in the relative shadow of his desk, then across the wood at the Lieutenant standing at attention. The soldier's nerves and concern radiate off of him, eyes fixed to König as he tries to put his composure back together. KorTac runs a tight ship, König runs a tight ship, he can't have his men thinking he's got... women under his desk. Or one woman in particular. A very determined one who rubs her cheek against his knee and attempts to push closer.
"Dismissed Lieutenant." König tells the man.
"But Colonel, I haven't finished my-"
"Dismissed." König says more forcefully, the man straightens past perfect and nods before artfully scrambling out of the office. König sags back against his chair, drags a hand down his covered face. You are going to be the death of him.
"Fetch," he groans, exasperation coloring his tone, "What are you doing Schöne?"
"You seem tense." You nuzzle closer against his thigh, pulling yourself further from the shadows. König rests his elbow on the arm of his desk chair, his cheek against his knuckles as he stares you down.
"I have been out of the field for," he takes a deep breath, rubs his eyes, "too long now." You hum, and fingers dragging up his thighs to his belt. "You will excuse me if I am-"
"Tense."
"Not entertaining you." König corrects. You pout, your fingers stilling. You don't need entertaining, that's just rude. You've been perfectly content sitting in König's shadow while he did all his silly busy work. You listened to all the stupid whining from the other KorTac operators, and watched your commanding officer give orders with an ever growing hunger.
To say you were obsessed with the brutal efficiency with which König operated was an understatement. If you'd thought it was only his kills which had bought him a demonic companion you were witnessing first hand how incorrect an assumption that was. You've never seen a man command such degrees of respect and fear.
"Then let me entertain myself." König hums, eyes flicking to the door. You're getting better at reading him, but you can't tell if that's anxiety or amusement in his eyes.
"Lock the door, Fetch." He says after a moment. You hardly waste the time it would take to get up, flicking your wrist in the general direction of the office door to hear the metal click of the lock turn. The rest of your focus is on opening König's belt. He slides forward, closer to the edge of the chair, legs spreading wider on either side of you. You're not one to pass up an open invitation.
You pull his cock free of his pants and whine at the sight of it. Even soft he's a beast of a man. At some point you have to find whoever matched you to him and thank them. Truly they are doing the devil's work.
You push up onto your knees and press your lips against the length of his cock, tongue darting out to taste his skin with a pleased hum. König wraps a hand around one of your horns, a firm reminder of his authority. Not that you need it. Oh no you are always well aware of his status as your superior officer and summoner. That's half the fun of being summoned in the first place, knowing you're at his command, or at his feet in this particular instance.
"I told you Schöne, I can't entertain you." He reminds you, setting the paper down to sign before picking up another. You pull off with a frown, that gets his attention. König pushes at your horn, tipping your head back to look at him with a smile in his eyes. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” He clarifies, “I meant do whatever you want.”
Your drooling is working well for you so far, slicking König's quickly hardening cock enough to stroke it. His thick length is already too much to get your fingers all the way around. You're better with your mouth anyway, always mindful of your teeth when you close your lips around the head of his cock to suck. Tongue circling while your hand twists and pumps his length. You just remember to glance at König, too focused on your work. He's reading over a report, eyes scanning the paper as you bob your head down his cock. You whine, desperate for a shred of his attention.
Your eyes go wide. Whatever you want? He nods, and pulls your horn to press your face against his cock. As previously mentioned, you’re not one to pass up an open invitation. Quick to start pumping his cock with your fingers again as you duck your head to lick his balls. Dragging your tongue along the thin sensitive skin, feeling the texture of his coarse hair. Whatever you want? Oh you are going to worship him. Whatever you want means König cumming is not the end goal. Besides, he has to work.
You’re not meant to be let off leash. He’s supposed to give you orders, not hand you the reins. You trace every line and vein of his cock with your tongue, press languid kisses along the length of him, absolutely lose yourself in the taste and feel of him. Sweat, salt, military issue soap and the bitterness of pre-cum coat your tongue and fill your nose. König keeps you well fed but you haven’t seen battle in weeks. Now the lazy waves of lust that roll through him with the roll of your tongue feel like the best meal you’ve had in years.
You squeeze your fingers around the base of his cock as you wrap your lips around the head, easing your way down with fluttering lashes. You swallow, tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock until you reach your fingers. Then your hand drops to your lap and you still with your nose against his pubic bone, enjoying the feeling of being full. The heavy cock on your tongue, the ache in your jaw, the pressure of him stretching out your throat… You purr around him, earning a very pleased hum from König above you.
His hand leaves your horn to pet your hair as you cockwarm him. Your thoughts are fuzzy, your skin warm, all of you lulled by an affectionate hand, the scent of him, and a cock down your throat. Your fingers slip between your legs, lazy and indulgent, rubbing the slick from your cunt along your slit to circle your clit. When König is done with his work he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you for being so needy, you want to be ready.
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Some Charon Head Cannons I Finally have the Balls to Share:
He was a US Green Beret captured in Anchorage by Chinese and Russian Special Forces in 2076, 11 months before the Great War and had many experiments done on him while a POW.
He was deployed at 28, one of the youngest in his squad. Charon was born in Pennsylvania and came from a military background, later joining the US Army at 19, soon after the USA announced war against the Republic of China.
In the end, he would be the only survivor from his squad, all others having been executed or dying from the Dachau-Level experiments.
As tensions around the world heightened, the US government burned all records of him and his squadron, considering them casualties of war.
As a POW (Prisoner of War) his physical stature, mental fortitude, and expert combat training made him a candidate for a “Reprograming Operation” by the Russian KGB where he was the only successful test subject.
After months of brainwashing he was finally assigned to a KGB Spy who was planted in the US government, where he was designed to assassinate and perform other reconnaissance operations.
However, the Great War broke out mere months after he was “assigned” and his contract made many unfortunate passes before reaching the Lone Wanderers.
Charon’s previous employers all had dark, ulterior motives that mainly used him as a deviant errand boy. When he becomes employed by the LW, he almost feels at peace. Though he will forever live with PTSD, he is able to put his guard down in certain circumstances, giving him small glimpses of joy and happiness again.
Until he becomes to care too much, and becomes over protective. The LW unknowingly reminds him of his pre-war life. When there was still hope and a dream of change. He doesn’t know why, but he clings to their selflessness. He watches people abuse the LW’s kindness, and then get stuck in a cycle of people pleasing because they are the Wastelands Last Hope.
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Doggy collar on Kali?
WITH THE LEASH!!! WHO SAID THAT?!
I don't remember the specific ask nor what I said specifically, but someone asked about pet play with Kali so long ago and I was like "Kali wouldn't really follow anyone's lead" and you know what? That's still true.
You can try to put a doggy collar on Kali, but he'd only wear one as a fashion statement.
You want him to be more submissive? You sure about that? He doesn't think you're sure about that, think about it some more. Man loves you, but he'll run as soon as you say you want to take the lead (the only thing you're controlling is where to go out for food, okay).
Yeah, I joke about him pushing off paperwork onto Sarabi (he doesn't really, Sarabi just helps him out willingly), but Kali actually prefers having most of the responsibility. It's why he took over the finances of his parents' ranch and why he runs that place, because he can run the ranch.
(There's also the whole "his parents aren't actually good parents like he thinks they are", but I digress.)
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of experiences and other characters
tagged by @trench-rot, @aceghosts, @strafethesesinners, @inafieldofdaisies, @fourlittleseedlings, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @adelaidedrubman, and @roofgeese to do this uquiz and/or this quiz!
tagging: @strangefable, @confidentandgood, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @baldurrs, @jacobsneed, @madparadoxum, @nightwingshero, @josephslittledeputy, @voidika, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @hopelesscounty, @kittiofdoom, @sukoshimikan, @gaeadene, @purplehairsecretlair, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, and anyone else wanting to give these quizzes a go!
you leave people feeling challenged (affectionate)
a shiver. a breath of cool winter air, a stick n poke tattoo; the last few switchbacks at the end of a hike. a deep red. a proud sweat, a delicious ache. early dawn’s blue hour. a favorite story you love to retell. the excited scream, the staggering leap into water below. not fearless, but not afraid to let a good memory leave a few scars or stains. while you have moments of being rough around the edges—an acquired taste, a book not fully grasped in the first read-through—you can rest knowing that there will be people that rise to your challenge. you give off a sense of knowing yourself, and while that could be the case, you’re still learning, too. the close people in your life aren’t afraid of your seasons, your come-and-go silence, or your own way of showing love. they’re there to stay. they’ll join you on that blue hour dock just to read. they’ll take that last-minute road trip to the desert. you’re here to say, “I know you could do it.”
my oc as other characters (a sampling from the top 20)
leroy jethro gibbs (ncis)
mike ehrmantraut (bcs/brba)
sun bak (sense8)
john wick (john wick)
sayid jarrah (lost)
trinity (the matrix)
riza hawkeye (fullmetal alchemist)
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IM BACK! and i’ve been tagged in so many wips omg thank you @gayafsatan @kyber-infinitygems @direwombat @galaxycunt for the tags TwT🙏
i honestly haven’t been doing much but i started making a hot robot man with no other intentions besides he looks cool….of course not…..what are you talking about………i don’t wanna fuck robots👀
sooooo yeah anyway here’s a hot robo man i’m designing to go with another oc of my friends, i literally came up with him yesterday so he’s just a baby🤧🤧 but he’s a sergeant call sign rex, haven’t thought of a name yet- but that’s ok lol, he was human but he kinda got in an ouchie and had to get his brain transferred to digital code in a chip into a robot body hehehe
anyway that’s all don’t mind my totally not ambiguous detail of him i had to design for myself because….. *sweats nervously* robot s..sexy..
i know it’s not a wednesday or anything but imma tag some of y’all anyway TwT💕✨ i tag @detectivelokis @sstewyhosseini @confidentandgood @captastra @inafieldofdaisies @roofgeese @socially-awkward-skeleton @shegetsburned @strangefable and anyway who wants to share a wip!
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