Blood Trails

aiaiai im your little butterfly ~

You don’t have to show me anything, or be anyone else. If this is how you survive, at least let me fix that little wooden tail.

-BONUS-

Initial idea for the third and fourth panel :3

Hanging out

I'm not allowed to use references. Let's make a note of that hahahah

Just drew this thing from Twitter for fun +Bonus Frogman sketch I had sitting around

engel : i can't go to work like this, half of everyone on this place will think and see im a WHORE because of you

König : are they wrong?

engel :

engel : you're sleeping on the floor tonight

He cups his hand around the back of König's neck, reminding him to be gentle, your little hole isn't used to being stretched out around a massive cock. He whines, nuzzling at your neck, against Ghost's mask, his frantic movements slowing into a deep grind.

Your belly is so full of cock you can feel your brain melting. Holes stretched and stuffed, pussy drooling, the lube from your ass smeared in fingerprints over your thighs and hips. Every time König bottoms out, his balls kissing Ghost's, you cry a little more, mouth slack.

Ghost cradles König's cheek, smiles at him, then catches at the dog tags he wears- his, yours, and Ghost's, the body-warm metal jingling. "Good boy. Go on, fill up that cute little hole," and König groans and shudders and pumps so much cum into your guts you feel it sloshing, thick and creamy.

-

You soon realise that Konig is a terrible bed partner. Your bed, as its name implies, is a single. Fit for one, singular person. Not a super single, not a queen, and certainly not a king.

At first, the prospect of Konig staying the night thrilled you. You hadn’t see him for forever, you missed him, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.

But now… squeezing together with him on a tiny bed wasn’t as romantic as you had imagined it.

“Konig,” you moan, squirming futilely against his tight grip on you. “Move over.” Like maybe, just maybe he would be able to carve a little more space out for you with him massive body.

He blinks at you, looking just as close to falling asleep as you are to falling off the goddamn bed. “My apologies, Schatz,” he says. Without so much of a grunt of effort, he’s pulling you over his chest, shifting your body to the other side of the bed, the one with a wall at the side so you won’t be at any danger of falling off.

You can’t decide which is worse. Your body dangling half off the bed, or your body pressed between the equally hard planes of the wall and his chest. Still, you try to make the best out of the situation. He must be exhausted, having just come from a mission and straight to you.

“Better?” he asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. His voice is softer, accent thicker with exhaustion. You hum, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose.

“Better,” you say, lying between a rock and a hard place, lying through your teeth.

-

tw accidental voyeurism, slight dubcon

Thinking about roommate!Konig coming home early from deployment, only to hear you whimpering pitifully from your room. Fresh with the adrenaline from the mission, he’s moving before he can think, quietly moving through the house until he gets to your room.

You’re whimpering his name, pleading. Later, he will have time to marvel over the fact that you called out for him. For now…

The door creaks open and he enters, silent and deadly, every muscle in his body poised for combat.

The sight that greets him, however, makes his mind blank out. He was prepared for combat, for what? A robbery gone wrong? A serial killer?

Anything but this. You, face down into a pillow, your hand bent at an awkward angle as it works a pink toy into your tight hole. The towel you’ve sensibly laid down is marked with wet patches, a mixture of your slick and lube used to further ease the big toy in.

And you’re making the sweetest noises, breathy whimpers of his name. The toy, while impressive in size, still pales in comparison to him. You’re already struggling to take it, he almost wants to coo at the sight. And the way you’ve positioned yourself, surely that can’t be comfortable?