Hanui

(GIF) Konig cheerishing you before leaving for a long mission.

Konig overstimulating your poor cunt.

Taking care of Konig after a long day.

Konig staining your panties, he may be obsessed with your thighs...

Konig is simply hypnotized by watching his barely fitting. —1.

Konig enjoys the fact that you're so eager to ride him. —1.

Recording things before Konig leaves to keep you both on edge.

—1. —2. —3. —4. —5.

Hyperspermia!Konig would be away for weeks on end, only fucking his fists wishing to dump himself inside of you. —1.

^ unmasked version (my headcanon for those two behind their mask)

Thinking about König laying down on the bed completely naked, letting you cuff his wrists to the headboard, and telling you to use him. No other instruction, just use him.

"Ja, go ahead... I am at your mercy, schatz." He reassured you, grinning smugly as he spread his legs and bent them at the knee. He drank in the sight of you kneeling down beside him, admiring you and all of your nude glory. A perfect picture of beauty to him.

"Fine, I'll remember the stoplight system, whatever. But I won't be needing it." Was his response when you brought up a safe word or something as you rubbed a hand along his scarred body, tracing along each soft muscle with your fingers.

In his head, he had the idea that you'd just get on top and he'd get the perfect view of your tits bouncing while you rode him. Or he'd be able to watch your ass if you decided on reverse cowgirl. This man really thought he'd be able to talk coherently while you're a mess on top of him.

But instead, he's twitching and swallowing back a pathetic whimper as your hand strokes his painfully hard cock. You've been stroking and sucking him for a while, and stopping whenever he gets close. A slick sound fills his ears as you stroke him at a faster pace, using your saliva and the precum drooling from his reddened tip as lube. It's such a fucking mess, and he hasn't even cum properly yet.

"Bitte… Oh fuck." The words come out in a strangled tone, his heels pressing into the mattress. His wrists flexed against the restraints when your free hand slid up his torso to tease one of his nipples, still hard and swollen from when you harshly sucked on them. "Shit, you're killing me. Verdammt, l-let me..."

"Let you... What?" You ask in a condescending coo, pinching his nipple as you moved the hand on his cock down to cup his heavy balls. "Tell me what you want-- No, wait, ask nicely. Beg." You punctuated that last word with one last tweak to his sensitive peak, causing him to gasp.

You took your hands away from his body completely when his head tipped back and his breathing went unsteady again. A telltale sign that he's so close to cumming, that he's right there on the edge. König whined in a way that you'd never expect from the man, something needy and frustrated all at once.

"Not asking... F-ffffucking telling you--"

"Ah-ah, no," You interrupted his slurred protest, adjusting your position on your knees a bit so you could hover over him. "I want you to beg. Maybe if you beg, make some more pretty little sounds for me, I'll let you cum."

Your only response is his heavy breathing. König swallows thickly, his glassy, blue eyes fluttering for a moment. It's almost as if he's really thinking it over.

"I already said bitte... Said please."

"And that's not enough." You said simply, placing a hand on his neck. You squeeze gently, rubbing your thumb over his pulse. "Color, König?"

At that, he growled and shot you an icy glare. "Nein, nein. I'm not..."

"No? I could stop." You offered, knowing that was absolutely not what he wanted.

König took a deep breath and exhaled aggressively before hissing the word 'green' like it was the stupidest thing he's had to say in his entire existence.

"Green?" You asked for clarification, hovering a hand over his cock, and his hips tilt upward towards it.

"Yes, green!"

Instead of stroking him again, you just dragged your fingers down his shaft, tracing along a thick vein as he twitched under your feather light touch.

"Well then... Are you gonna beg for me?" Your question made him curse in response, his breath coming fast again as his muscles tensed. "Beg to cum, for mercy? Are you--"

A sudden, sharp SNAP rang out. Suddenly, you were flipped onto your back, pinned beneath a 6'10" beast of a man. The cuffs remained around his wrists, no longer joined by the chain.

"Tell me, schatzi," He panted against your ear, his cock heavy and thick and hot against your stomach. "Color?"

God... Of course that dinky little chain wouldn't hold him. You're a bit surprised they held on for that long. But, despite your initial shock, you hook your legs around his hips.

"Green... And I still want you to fucking beg."

And so he did.

König begged before cumming the first time, begged to fill you again and again.

He begged when he changed the position, the both of you laying on your sides as he drilled into you, one arm wrapped around your body. The angle allowed him to go deep and hit places he couldn't before, whimpering as your gummy walls milked him.

He begged when you climbed on top and rode him, the Austrian overstimulated as all hell. Just a sweaty and twitchy mess beneath you.

Price was more than happy to finally be signing off on time off for Simon. He hadn’t smiled so wide in a long time. Price signed his paperwork within minutes of Simon leaving and the time was set in place by the end of the following day. A sort of pride rises in Price's chest as he watches Simon walk off the base, and towards his truck. 

That is how he ends up with your thighs on each side of his head, and his tongue lapping at your cunt. Tears are running down your cheeks as you can’t seem to catch your breath. You’re nearing your third orgasm on his tongue just tonight, and you fear that if Simon doesn’t go back to base in a few days you’ll simply die of having your cunt eaten out too much. 

Your knuckles are white around the rod iron of your bed frame. The large wooden balls of the frame knocking into the wall. Causing little dents that you don’t care about now, and probably won’t give a shit about in a few days. Simon’s nose nudging into your swollen perked up clit as you die. Simon’s eyes never leave yours. 

And every time your eyes close from the sheer amount of pleasure you’re getting, Simon gives your thighs a good, tight squeeze pulling your gaze back down to where his mouth is. His mouth, and neck are coated in your slick. The noises are euphoric for Simon. His lounge sweats are tented, and he can feel himself jerking with every wiggle of your hips against his mouth. 

You pulse around his tongue, as his nose continues hitting your clit. Your mewls are loud and you’re pretty sure that your apartment next door neighbors will be calling your building manager to bitch you out. When it happens you’ll call Simon. 

Whine to him that he can’t fuck you like that anymore. In simple Simon fashion he’ll rent out a lovely cabin, not far from annoying neighbors who should simply just mind their own business and have you set up by the end of the week. 

Regardless, your vision goes hot-white, as you squeeze around Simon's tongue. He laps at your cunt. Pulling you through your ecstasy with ease, with talent. Simon knows you like the back of his hand. Knows what every sound means, what every side gleaned truly means. He knows when you’re half bent over, head in between your shoulders that you’re over stimulated. 

“Okay, lovie. Come on baby.” He says encouraging you to move down the length of his body. His arms wrapping around you in a comforting touch. “Just deep breaths love.” You align your breaths with his, one deep breath in and another deep breath out. Repeating the process still Simon can’t feel your heart wanting to jump out of your chest. “So good for me baby.” He praises you.

Kinkmas 25' Master List

Day 7 Morpheus -> Day 9 Daryl Dixon

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Baptiste:

he’s a busy man, it’s a rare occasion that he has a day off, let alone two 

wants to make the most of his time with you 

takes his time to decorate your room, even changing the sheets to nice red ones and lighting some candles

for him it’s all about the ambience 

takes his time to seduce you, starting with kissing you, then moving down your neck and so on

takes his time with your chest, his expert hands turning you into a moaning mess 

when you’re finally so wet that you’re begging him just to touch you, he knows you’re ready

has you spread out on the bed, his head buried between your legs 

it’s been so long since he was able to eat you out, it’s like a feast to him 

doesn’t stop until you’ve came on his face at least twice, until his beard and chin are dripping with your juices 

he’s so gentle but so intentional with his touches 

teases your clit with his cock and laughs at the way you squirm and plead for him to put it in 

once he puts it in, it’s not coming out until he’s fully satisfied 

the man is insatiable, he’s drilling his cock into you like he’s trying to push it straight into your womb

it brushes your cervix and makes you wince, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you feel

loves cumming inside of you but saves it for special occasions like today

his aftercare is unmatched, the man has a basket of things to help soothe you after the fact 

he’ll massage your shoulders and talk you down

and always forces you to pee because god forbid you get a UTI (although he’d take extra good care of you then, too)

Cassidy:

wants to try absolutely anything

he’s always a kinky mf but Valentine’s is his excuse to dial it up to 11

buys you cute underwear that you can show off to him 

wants to roleplay 

once you get in bed with this man you’re not getting out all night 

he’ll have your hands cuffed behind your back while he watches you try to ride him 

just watching you struggle to take his cock without bracing yourself with his hands is enough to have him cumming

it’s just so cute how pathetic you are, dragging your walls up and down his thick cock and whining how it’s “too much”

gets tired of your whining and has you flipped in doggy, your head pressed into the mattress

this man is breeding you for hours

even after your pussy is aching and dripping with his cum, he’ll try to keep going 

switches between praise and degradation so fast he gives you whiplash

“so good f’me…takin’ my cock so well.”

spanks you if you get too quiet

“fuck, you’re sucha slut for me, aren’t ya?”

there will be bruises on your wrists from the handcuffs

when he finally lets you out of the bed, you can’t even walk on your own

so he runs you a hot bath with nice smelling salts, candles and lotions 

Genji:

kinky mf 

he’s probably been preparing for tonight for months 

has some of that aphrodisiac chocolate and definitely feeds it to you

so much foreplay 

he has you laying against his chest, legs spread out over his own, your pussy wide open for his fingers to dip into 

he loves playing with you and teasing you, listening to you whimper that’s it’s ’too much’ and you ‘can’t take it anymore’

your cute whines must make him want to bury his cock in you and pound you 

but tonight is about you and he wants to take his time 

definitely brought some toys with him, like a magic wand and a rabbit 

has the vibrator pressed against your clit while he fingers you

even after you cum a few times and whine about how you’re getting overstimulated, he still wants to fuck you until your brain is mush

it’s sweet relief when he finally puts the toys away and lays you down on the bed

you weakly spread your legs around his hips and give him access to your puffy pussy

feels so fucking good 

he gets so deep inside you every time, and he’s going slow enough that you can feel it every time his cockhead brushes your walls

whispers praises in your ear about how good you are, about how you just need to give him one more and he’ll be done 

“one more” turns into an extra hour 

by the end of the night, you’re completely fucked out and drooling, your pussy aching from how good he took care of you

helps you clean yourself up, planting kisses on your burning skin  

Hanzo:

SHIBARI

he’s been waiting so long for you to want to try it

you run to the bedroom when you get back from dinner 

Hanzo is so patient waiting outside until you finally yell come in 

you’ve stripped yourself to just your lingerie and you’re kneeling on the floor, holding silky red ropes in your hands 

he’s instantly hard just seeing you submit to him 

binds you up so nicely in the pretty little ropes, making sure you’re properly tied but keeping all your good places on display

manhandles you in front of him so he can prod at that pretty mouth with his cock

smears pre all of your lips and cheeks before pushing past your mouth and finally feeling your tongue on his length

you look so cute and helpless sitting beneath him and slobbering on his cock 

probably straight up carries you by the ropes on your back and tosses you into the bed 

you are doing it in every position tonight 

bent over, balls slapping your clit with every thrust 

on top of him, laying on his chest clawing desperately while he pounds you

against the wall, over the bed, on your knees, on his lap

he’s taking you any way he can

ends it in a mating press, undoing some of the ropes to offer you enough slack to fold your knees into your chest

leans over and coos about how cute you look with tears and cum smeared on your face

you’re stuffed with cum at the end of the night, laid out in the bed, face on his chest

Ramattra:

has no idea what Valentines is, and even after you explain doesn’t quite understand it

but if it’s important to you…

is teasing you the whole fucking day 

pinning you against the wall and rubbing your pussy until you’re dripping wet, pulling you into his lap when you walk by so you can feel the thrumming in his crotch plate 

he wants you soaked, prepped and ready for him at any time so that when he does decide to take you, he doesn’t have to waste any time

has you cockwarming him while he does work, an arm around your waist to hold you down on his massive length while his other taps away at a keyboard 

you’re squirming and writhing in his lap for more but his grip is like iron 

eventually he gives in to your incessant pleasing

“it’s St Valentines after all”

but don’t even think about trying to disobey him or try anything funny 

pretty much uses you like a flesh light the rest of the night 

the benefit of him being so strong is that he can manoeuvre you in anyway that he wants 

and given that he’s an omnic, he can go all night and never falter 

he’s brutal with his thrusts, pounding into you until your juices are spraying out and coating the plates of his thighs

“Look at how you’re gushing on me,” he teases, “look at how ruined your pussy is.”

probably fucks you until you’re on the verge of falling asleep 

after he’s done with you, when you’re laying and looking al cute and fucked out in his bed

he’ll just brush your hair away from your face. “Happy St Valentine’s, dear.”

Reaper:

he does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day 

but if it gives him an excuse to take you in anyway he wants, he’s in

absolutely not what he has in mind when you’re binding him to your headboard with handcuffs 

he won’t admit it but he’s into it 

you spend over an hour just teasing him 

rubbing, licking, drooling on his cock, watching the way he shifts uncomfortably with every move 

it’s only after he calls out, “just fuck me or move on, please” that you listen to him 

Reyes never says please so you know he’s desperate 

of course you won’t even think about putting his cock inside of you until he's came in your mouth at least once

when you finally straddle his hips and sink down on his cock, Reaper is beyond impatient 

he’s straining against his handcuffs, telling you what a whore you are and how he can’t wait to get out of these and fuck you silly

you ride him painfully slow, scratching up his chest with your nails as you slide up and down his cock

eventually you get desperate and start bouncing even more, forcing his cock as deep as it can go

just as you’re about to cum, Reaper snaps the bedposts and frees his hands 

you’re in shock from the pure fucking strength it took and have no time to react before he’s flipping you on your back and taking you 

the muscles in his arms are strained as he props himself up above you, veins protruding 

just for teasing him, you’re not leaving the room until you’ve come at least three or four times 

or unless you beg for mercy (though Gabe is a wild card, and it’s a 50/50 if he’ll even let you go)

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Shortly after, you do the funniest thing. You twitch and pulse around his tongue, making all kinds of noise. Your grip on his wrist turns tight—a display of more strength than he’s ever seen from you. He likes the way you flood his taste buds at the same time, he can’t stop himself from lapping against your walls to swallow every last drop you have to give. 

Licking like that quickly becomes a common occurrence; it’s a dependable way for him to befriend his new pet, he’s certain. He likes you so much. 

One day, though you seem to be behaving like normal, the creature can smell that you’re in heat. A week or so after you had that mysterious bleeding, you become extremely fertile—smelling ripe and mouth watering as your organs literally prepare to be bred. It’s curious that you aren’t humping or whining or showing any signs of trying to sait what must surely be an ache; if the creature uses any other species as a guide you must be feeling incredibly needy. Still, you suffer in silence. 

Luckily for you, your new owner is kind and considerate—he’ll take care of it. It’s finally time he breeds you.

First he touches you in the way he knows makes your insides wet, tonguing the little crest in the folds between your legs till you do your twitchy thing that makes you gush. Then, careful to keep his claws at bay, he tries widening your hole, massaging your insides with a few digits in an attempt to prepare your body for his intrusion. Your kind is smaller and more fragile than his, so he’s often unsure which limits he can push with your body—especially the sensitive parts he gathers are your reproductive organs.

The breeding is successful, he believes. It goes well, though fitting himself inside makes him a bit nervous with how loud you get—he’s sure it is uncomfortable just based on the size difference. He knows it’s what’s best for you though, and he tries to be gentle and not force himself too quickly. 

In the end you’re squeaking and breathing so fast, having gone through cycle after cycle of gushing and twitching around him. It’s adorable. And the feeling—the squeeze your small body gives his cock is addicting. You feel so good, he can’t help but want to breed you constantly from then on. Especially when you seem down, perhaps some variation of anxious— paying attention to the area between your legs is always a sure way to calm and quiet you. 

It’s many months later that he finds another way to calm you down—cradling you in his arms while he drinks the sweet milk from your breasts. You seemed a bit sad after he took your baby, helping you with the birth before whisking the thing off to be raised with his kind. 

But, what, like he expected you to raise it? He’ll swallow the sweet liquid from your breasts himself—though from the timing of it he can deduce it was something your body made for it’s offspring. He loves the taste, cradling you in one arm while he carefully so carefully squeezes your breast in one clawed hand, sucking each of your tits while you pet his head and face. This seems to soothe you like it does him—maybe even satisfy some mysterious need of yours.

After years passed, you birthing more and more of his young in the mean time, you truly grow accustomed to your new life. You grow to love and trust your master, even trying to care for him the way he constantly cares for you. 

One time you even go so far as to try to please him with your mouth, licking and sucking at the monstrous length of his cock till he gives up his self-restraint and fucks you. He found the act sweet and endearing, but he certainly prefers your pussy—he’s molded you to fit him whole inside you now, your mouth can’t stretch around his entire length the same. 

He takes you out with him often nowadays, so much that others of his kind have grown used to your presence—finding it to be somewhat of a novelty. Your master is unusual. Most creatures like him don’t impregnate their pets—parading them around with swollen bellies—let alone let them wear clothes (he conceded in letting you once he gathered your species usually hid reproductive organs from those they didn’t wish to mate with… a possessive part of him was pleased).