#ps!au

His blue eyes are fully focused on the screen displaying your face, the rhythm of his thrusts only getting rougher to drag more whiny moans out of your parted lips, exhaustion written all over your face at having to take his large dick on what was supposed to be a day off— only accepting a job after thousands of comments bombarding your media, begging you to collaborate with König. Perverts, you knew, yet you're more than happy to play into their fantasies.

One of the cameras pans to your face, fully capturing the alluring scene of your fucked-out state, beads of sweat dripping down your warm forehead, half-lidded eyes barely managing to stay open despite the way they're threatening to roll back with each deep thrust, and that famous smile that shows you crave his treatment. A trademark of sorts, something that made you end on the front pages of popular porn websites more than once, the very same thing that caught König's attention months ago.

“Harder.” A command you instantly regret the moment his hips falter, his brow scrunched up in mild disbelief, yet what is the behemoth of a man if not a people pleaser? König lets out a muffled chuckle, his warm hand trailing up to your chest, lazily rubbing your sensitive, pierced nipple with his thumb.

“Harder?” He repeats, his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace, a smirk pulling on the corners of his lips beneath the mask the moment a whiny moan of protest is dragged out of your lips.

“Fuck yourself with my dick.” You can hear your own heartbeat pulsating on your ear, the rate steadily rising at his command. His breath hitches the moment you impale yourself onto his throbbing cock right after his words, his calloused hand giving your tit one last squeeze before moving back down to your waist, his large fingers digging onto the crevice of your warm skin, admiring the thin layer of sweat covering your body, the way your ass jiggles every single time you move on his dick.

His eyes darken with desire, his hands almost itching with the growing need to fuck into you, something he manages to ignore for mere seconds before thrusting back into you the moment you pull away, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the way his bulbous head hits your sensitive cervix over and over, his wide hips slamming against yours, filling the room with a lewd melody of skin slapping against skin and combined moans desperate for release.

König doesn't hold back, his thrusts deep and powerful as your fingers grip the bedsheets, trying to find a way to release the overwhelming sensations. He can feel your body trembling beneath him, the sound of your whiny whimpers only serving to heighten his own arousal, shooting one of the cameras a look that drips pure arrogance— his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.

One of the screens displays the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your walls tighten around his thick cock, a sense of satisfaction and pride filling him as you cum, only then allowing himself to succumb to his release, his cock throbbing inside you as ropes of hot white cum shoot right into your womb, a loud groan leaving his lips.

Mino. I like Mino. I like Mino a lot. :]

EC is Emotion Commotion, the AU where Mino creates an experiment that gives him emotions which goes incredibly downhill. I intend on scrapping this au since I feel like they’re making Mino with emotions canon in AFCOS which makes me feel like a huge fraud(/gen) so uh yeah (just an fyi though, the AU was made around 2019-2020 meaning it was before afcos started being in dev so PLEASE dont claim I stole the idea for myself it’s the whole reason I intend on deleting it)

GTL is Gateway to Lies, which is the AU that counterpart ixol n yawgate from IAD came from. Mino doesn’t really do much, but she ends up malfunctioning and breaking the AU

FP is Future Past, where after Stratosfear did some shit, all the Points had to go back in time to meet their pre-points and save them from their death.

RS is Role Swapped, where Mino takes Compale’s place! I. Accidentally drew the hand wrong. Please don’t call me out for that.

Feel judged by Hiccup and Jack. Feel very judged. It was awesome to do a different style and loved doing the hair shines. 

"Keep close. Don't wander off. The mind is volatile and it would annoy me deeply if you died from something outside of my control." It wouldn't be the first time someone died by wandering too far in an estate. Just not hers and she preferred to keep her reputation spotless. Especially when it came to her soldiers.

The little girl held opened the door for the wounded adrakir, Gnar. Funny to think he was the only survivor of the thousand soldiers she had brought with her into battle. One was better than none she supposed and at least he hadn't been whiny about it. She hated when they were whiny about it.

"Another half-memory, I take it," he had said. If she actually laughed at the silly things he said she would appear quite mad. Then again, this place was a testament to her mental state so perhaps it was fitting. It was a lattice work of things you couldn't explain without sounding incredibly abstract. Her 'half-memories' were probably the most explainable.

After he made his way in she shut the door on the white abyss. Something that the demon in her had created after a snow field. Silly thing had never actually seen snow itself so it worked on her memories. White, it remembered the white and the many shades of it, how it sparkled but none of that was quite the way it should be. He hadn't had the creativity to add in trees or even the cottage the girl had added in only as a nexus. As she shut the door, she could feel it melting away from the front of her mind and the new area took precedence.

It was quite far removed from the cottage. While indoors, even the most sense impaired could feel the change in climate. It had warmed up considerably, there was the definite sound of a large body of water, and the windows had even been drawn down to let in the scent of salt and ocean breezes. It was a comfortable home on the shores of oundun territory and all the wonders of the modern world. Things that didn't quite make it into the adrakir deserts.

Of course there were some personal touches too. Some strings of seashells chattered away at each other in the window's breeze. The soft blue and brown color schemes with the occasional green touch. At the time, it had been all very dysphoric with the owner in mind. It was one of the times she had realized she neglected delving into the personal side of her soldiers.

And Ah! She had been a commander during this particular memory which meant the return to her normal state. The one and only Lady Commander Chavali Baker of the Principalities, the woman who had been one of the biggest thorns in the world's largest power. Chavali was still without half her being though. This visit had been as something akin to a friend than a soldier, so her armor was missing. The feeling of being pounds heavier was incredibly concerning.

"I called it a half-memory because it was manufactured for retreat. There's a ton of abstract things here but this is just a foggy memory." To be perfectly clear it had been the home of her last admiral. A man who actually made it to retirement and whose life had suffered sorely from it. Another who had been chosen by the Gelaceath as Gnar had been. Not that Chavali was going to divulge any of that to her current companion.