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[judethejudas]

Hello! Trans male reader here so just a question + request so you do male reader stuff, and I was wanting to request possibly the boys specifically soap, könig and ghost (maybe gaz) their reactions of finding out the reader is trans aka maybe seeing the scars ? I do hope it's okay to request this

COD MW2— How they would react to you having top surgery (trans man reader)

Warning: use of terms describing fem! body parts (boobs, tits)

König:

- The two of you were training together when it happened and the practice fight between resulted in heavy sweating.

- Naturally, you took your shirt off during the break to cool down and König saw the scars on your chest.

- You asked him what he was looking at and he quickly turned his gaze to the side, not realizing he was just gawking at you.

- “Ah.. sorry. I was just.. ah.” He trailed off into quietness as he felt embarrassed.

- You only chuckled and told him you had top surgery, but he had no clue what that surgery was for.

- It took more explaining that you were a transgender man and that you had the boobie-be-gone surgery to make you feel more comfy in your skin.

- Obviously he was shocked because he didn’t know you were trans to begin with, so expect him to sheepishly ask questions about it— if you were alright with it of course.

- You had no problem talking to him about it since you considered him a good friend, and you trusted him to not make fun of you or shame you.

- König is very supportive of you and he constantly mentions to you how courageous and strong you are. You’re very lucky to have someone like him by your side.

- This man doesn’t have a mean bone in his body when it comes to things like gender and sexuality. Be who you are and he’s happy for you.

- Oh, but if someone decides to be transphobic to you? This man can get very angry, and reassure you afterwards that you’re a man no matter what.

Ghost:

- He’s watching you and the other privates going through training when it happened. Everyone is crawling under barbed wire in the field and it got very muddy.

- After training in the dirt, you peel off your shirt and grab your clean one that’s next to the benches. That’s when Ghost eyes the scars on your chest.

- He doesn’t judge. He has plenty of scars himself, but yours are different. They’re surgical.

- He doesn’t want to pry because he doesn’t actually care, it was simple curiosity.

- You catch him looking at you and you smile.

- “Top surgery. Didn’t like my tits too much so I had ‘em chopped off.”

- He’s not an easy man to surprise, but the way you were so nonchalant about it took him back a little.

- Like König, this man didn’t expect you to be trans but he wasn’t going to delve into your origin story.

- This man simply does not care for those things, he only cared about making sure the people here were trained properly so they don’t die.

- Ah, but he was caught staring. Better play it cool.

- “Get back to training, private. You got another hour on the field.” “Yes, lieutenant.”

- Doesn’t care about what gender or sexuality you are either, he has more important things on his mind.

- He did admire you a little though, that you have the balls to pursue what makes you happy and comfortable with yourself. Good on you, private.

Soap:

- Soap was hitting the showers after some hard training with Ghost and desperately needed to clean the sweat and dirt off.

- But he heard one of the shower heads on and someone washing up. So he wouldn’t be alone then. That’s fine.

- He did what he needed in the shower and when he came out, he saw you looking in the mirror shaving.

- Soap also noticed the scars on your chest when he was looking at your face in the mirror.

- You see him looking at you and you smirk, putting the razor down on the countertop.

- “You wanna know how I got these scars, sergeant?”

- Was that a goddamn joker reference? He had to chuckle at that.

- “Had my boobs hacked off a year ago. Gender affirming surgery if you wanna get technical.”

- Now he was shocked. And confused. Gender affirming? Wait, which gender?

- “So.. you’re a..?” “A man, sergeant.” “.. I knew that.”

- You both share a laugh and joke about it with each other. He was a silly ‘lil guy.

- “I gotta say, your chest looks way better than mine.” He says as he sneaks glances between yours and his. “You gotta tell me your surgeon.”

- “I’ll give you his number, so long as you give me yours.” Damn, you’re a smooth talker too? He might just fall in love.

- “I’ll take your word for it, private.”

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I genuinely believe our boys do not give a flying fadoodle about gender or sexuality. You’re on the battlefield for gods sake who needs to know about stuff like that.

Also SORRY for my delay in getting to requests and other fics. I do have plenty that are in the works but this was the easiest to write down quickly enough because I feel bad for the lack of content.

[judethejudas]

hi hii helloo i just wanted to ask if tou're getting requests? i rlly want to make one for könig bc there's so little x male reader content about him but you tell me :]

Yes I am taking requests for x male reader content only. Unless someone request G/N Headcanons/imagines.

So anyone can go ahead and request something for me to write!

[judethejudas]

I am so very sorry fics are slow to come by from me now. So much has happened in my life the last two weeks and it’s hard to focus on anything else. I WILL continue to write and I have many fics in the making!

Just wanted to apologize that it’s taking so long, but I thank those who are so patient and still here with me. <3

[judethejudas]

König Dating Headcanons— SFW and NSFW

What is it like dating the whimpery 6’10 Austrian bb girl? /hj

MINORS DNI

SFW:

- We’ve already made it clear that König is a very shy, anxiety filled man. His experience in relationships is next to nothing.

- He tried dating apps once and he got so nervous he deleted it within five minutes of having it.

- He ends up meeting you at the library, where he was immediately struck with love when he saw you looking for a book in his preferred aisle.

- It took him an hour to finally muster up the courage to say something to you.

- You both hit it off immediately, and he asks you, so quietly, to go on a date with him for coffee. You say yes and he nearly melts into a puddle.

- He’s so timid that it takes many dates to get to know him properly. He feels horrible about it but you don’t mind. You told him multiple times that you just enjoy being in his company. No need to talk so much if he’s not comfortable.

- He’s fallen in love with you so quickly but still too afraid to make the first moves. You end up doing most of the work, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Your first kiss with him is the most incredible thing he’s ever known. It was like fireworks, just like people talked about.

- Soon you’re officially dating and he’s never been happier. He felt normal. Like a human being worthy of love. It was like the books he read too.

- He’s so affectionate with you and prefers to constantly be in your vicinity, but knows when to give space. Very clingy but respectfully clingy.

- Whenever you’re sitting on the couch or in bed, he has to have his arms wrapped around you— or yours around him. You’re the best thing to have happened to him and he doesn’t want to let go for even a moment.

- He’s constantly doubting himself though. Wondering why someone as amazing as you is with someone like him? He needs constant reassurance. His anxiety gets the best of him sometimes and he falls into a deep sadness.

- He feels very protected when you’re in public together. His severe social anxiety is crippling so to have your hand to hold when he feels anxious? He’s never been calmed down so quickly.

- He writes you love letters and gives you flowers every Monday, even makes you handmade gifts like paintings and drawings. An absolute romantic.

- When you both go on dates, it’s somewhere peaceful and quiet— a park or a trip to the lake/forest. Somewhere surrounded by nature.

- When he realizes you are the one, he proposes immediately. He can’t go on if you’re not his spouse. Someone to love and cherish forever, to come home to after battle and sweep you into his arms, knowing you’re his home and his true love.

NSFW:

- König is terribly nervous when it comes to intimacy with you for the first time. He’s either done it once or never before so he’s VERY inexperienced.

- He read a smutty book to learn more about sex but he got so red in the face he put it down immediately.

- But he wants to do well for you, so he picked the book back up and got through one sex scene. That was it.

- When you two decide it’s time, he’s slow and romantic with it. He doesn’t want to rush into it like animals.

- He admits that you did most of the guiding, like taking his hand and pulling him on top of you. Initiating the kiss and using tongue for the first time, he’s a blushing mess.

- This man is huge all over. You found that out when he was completely naked.

- Despite being big, he makes love to you. Sweet, gentle, lovemaking. Like he always dreamed of doing with the person he loved.

- He’s a little noisy but tries his best to be quiet. He can’t help it. It feels incredible and he can hardly stifle a grunt or moan.

- After the first time, he’s turned on so easily. You touch his thigh? His arm? You speak to him in a certain tone? He’s rock hard.

- He also found out he likes to be the submissive one most of the time. The way you dominate him in bed sends his mind to a frenzy. Call him a good boy. Ride him. Fuck/finger/peg him (gently). Kiss his neck and mark him up with love bites. He’s putty in your hands.

- He prefers to have slow, loving sex but absolutely won’t complain if you want to be kinkier. Just nothing too scary, mean or involving a lot of pain. Poor baby can’t take it. He might even cry if you degrade him too much.

- This man.. Can go on and on for hours. You didn’t expect that in the slightest but he’s got a lot of stamina. He just loves to be this close to you and doesn’t want it to end after one round.

- When you give him oral for the first time? He’s gripping the sheets and getting loud immediately. But nothing pleases him more when he gives you oral. Praise him please.

- He gets so embarrassed when he comes quickly, it’s such a cute look on him.

- He’s a tad bit talkative during sex. Things like “it feels so good..” or “I’m getting close..!” And even tells you how much he loves you. But most of the time, he’s a moaning mess.

- You end up knowing when he wants sex just by the change in his demeanor— he’s stuttering, blushing, staring intensely then looking away shyly. He’ll never outright ask you so you have to offer, of course he says yes each time.

- A sweet gentle giant that cuddles you right after sex and cleans you up if it got messy (which he’s apologizing profusely for). Aftercare is so important to him, and he especially loves it when you take care of him too.

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I have König brain rot like I can’t get this man out of my head. He’s just so perfect.

[judethejudas]

thank you sm for writing x male reader content 🙏 the amount of times i've asked others and they've always said "only doing fem" or "not comfy writing gay sex"

my poor gay soul has been feed

I absolutely know the feeling and it’s disheartening because the boys/non-binary need some content too. I got you fam.

I also notice I’m getting fem aligned people when I write my gender neutral imagines, I just want to clarify that this account is MAINLY catered towards the male/masc aligned audience. So if any fem aligned see a warning saying not to interact with content not for them? Please listen. There are so many fem! fics for you already.

[judethejudas]

MW2 How they would react to showering together for the first time— Slight NSFW Imagines

Gender neutral reader decides to surprise their boyfriend (Ghost, König, and Soap) by jumping in the shower with them for the first time. What do our boys think about that?

Ghost:

- Simon does a warm shower first and then transitions to cold. You found out the hard way when you decided to surprise him.

- He raises an eyebrow at you when you hop into the shower with him so suddenly, then sees you tense up and scream when the water is freezing.

- He has no shame in eyeing you up and down once you’re in and… are you really trying to escape the shower right now?

- When you try to leave, he’s already wrapping an arm around you and pulling you right back in.

- “And where do you think you’re going, love?” His gruff voice speaks in your ear and you shiver— not only because of the cold water now.

- You protest that it’s too damn cold and turn the water back to warm if you were going to stay.

- He allows it since this was a lovely surprise and he gets to see you naked and drenched in water.

- His dark brown hair is so pretty when it’s wet. Instead of pushed back it’s laying naturally and touching his forehead.

- You get to see all his scars from battle and a few from his bad past. As well as his tattoos that you always color in when you’re bored. They seem much darker in the water.

- He relaxes more when you’re tracing his scars and you two stay like that for a while.

- Then you go into your normal shower routine and Simon is not pleased.

“Love.” He says firmly but you don’t budge.

You’re washing the shampoo from your hair and have your back turned to Simon— who is watching you intensely. This is the first time you come into the shower with him and all you want to do is actually shower?

You’re playing hard to get.

And you smirk when he takes a step forward.

“Something you need, Simon?”

“You know damn well what I need.”

“Mmh. No, I don’t think I do.”

He growls and pressed his body in yours, making you lean into the wall with a cocky smile. Your hands are held up to hold the bathroom tile and you turn to look back at him, seeing his delightfully annoyed look.

“You like teasin’ me, (y/n)?”

You playfully shrug and he has to slap your ass for that— making you gasp.

“I’ll just have to fix that then, won’t I?”

You knew right then and there that the water bill was going to be very high.

A small price to pay, in Simon’s opinion. You two would be doing this often.

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Soap:

- This man uses bar soap and you think it’s the funniest thing in the world when you hop into the shower, seeing him with a light green bar in his hand.

- Thankfully the water is warm and not freezing cold, like SOME men prefer it.

- He smirks when you come into the shower and he’s immediately pulling you close to his chest, giving you a big kiss and putting the soap back on the soap holder.

- You ain’t gonna catch this man dropping the soap. He knows you’ll end up slapping his ass if he does.

- You both just kiss like you’re in the rain and hold each other closely, occasionally giggling too.

- You pull away and look at his face. His mohawk is so cute when it’s wet and appears longer than it is. You secretly hope he’ll grow his hair out more because it’s such a good look on him.

- You’re going into your shower routine but he insists on helping. So now he’s washing your body and you wash his too.

- This man whispers praises to you, loving every inch and curve of your body and he peppers your skin with kisses while washing you.

- He wants you to feel loved and to feel beautiful every chance he gets.

- Perfect husband right over here.

- You feel him washing an area that’s private and you playfully smack his hand, making him chuckle.

- He’s kissing you again. And again. And again. Anywhere he can.

“How did I get so lucky..” He mumbles against your skin and you smile, running your fingers through his mohawk while he lays his head on your shoulder.

Then he leans up to kiss your lips again and you graciously accept. His rough hands come around your waist and holds you closer.

“You’re so beautiful.. so incredible..” He’s whispering in between kissing your cheek. Your jawline. Your neck. Your collarbone.

You shudder and he smirks against your skin, his hands going down to cup your ass.

“John!” You squeak and hit his shoulder with not even an ounce of strength.

He laughs and takes his hands away, giving you a kiss on your cheek instead. You take the bar of soap and give him a look, before dropping it to the floor.

“Grab that for me, would you, dear?”

“I think not, you little minx.”

“Aw, but I need to wash myself!”

“Then you can grab it.”

The two of you playfully bicker over grabbing the soap bar and you have to use liquid soap instead.

Oh well. You’d slap his ass later when he gets out of the shower.

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König:

- This man is new to intimacy and relationships, so he’s not very aware of the possibilities that come with having a significant other.

- So when you get into the shower with him? Goodness gravy he’s startled.

- “Oh I’m sorry, honey. I just need to shower quickly before work.” He nods and tries to hide the embarrassed look on his face. You’ve both seen each other naked so many times but he feels shy each time.

- This man refuses to see your private parts because he feels like he’s peeking. You have to reassure him that it’s okay.

- He’s a tall man, so showering is always awkward for him. And this was the biggest he could find and it still wasn’t enough. The shower head was at level with his neck so there are times where he has to duck down to get all the water.

- You offer to help him wash himself and he nods. His large size also prevents him from reaching places so a little help is very much appreciated.

- You wash his back and he’s instantly leaning into your touch for more. He feels so loved and cared for.

- You ask him to sit down on the bathtub floor and he obliges. Now the water was raining down on his whole body.

- You begin washing his hair and he loves it. The way your fingers gently brush his scalp with shampoo and massage him softly.

- He hums when you hit a good spot and moves even closer to you. His blue eyes are closed and he’s almost falling asleep.

“It feels nice, liebling..” His voice is deeper and more gentle when he’s not timid. You swoon for it each time.

“Should I shower with you more often then?”You say before leaning down and kissing his forehead.

“It would be a lovely treat.” He sighs out and relaxes more into your touch, opening his eyes and looking up at you lovingly.

You smile at him and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Isn’t it about time you get ready, dear? I don’t want you to be late..” His voice sounds sad when he realizes you have to go soon, but you shake your head no.

“They can survive without me for a while. Let me take care of you, my love.” You reassure him that you’re staying until you’re both done. You don’t want to leave him just yet either.

He smiles at you and holds your hand, keeping it on his cheek.

“Ich liebe dich.”

You cup his other cheek and give him a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you too.”

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I was in the shower when I was thinking about these darling men and thus, this fic was born.

I also fucking love König omfg please give me a König in real life I beg of you universe

[judethejudas]

Asking them on a date— Ghost and König Imagines

How would the boys react to you asking them on a date? How do they behave on the date? It’s quite fluffy.

König:

- He’s shocked. Shocked and embarrassed, only because he’s never been asked out before.

- He’s immediately ridden with anxiety and deathly afraid he’ll disappoint you.

- But he agrees, a very quiet ‘yes’ is what he gives you.

- It’s dinner at his place. You know how he gets so shy in public that you’ll give him a home field advantage.

- He’s beyond relieved you suggested his place, but still nervous that he has to vigorously clean his apartment to make it spotless for you.

- He’s an incredible cook and he knows it, but he’s cooking for you so it HAS to be perfect. No room for flaws.

- He dresses nicely but he’s not overdressed. He wears his good dress shirt and slacks— which he still frets about because what if he looks ridiculous?

- When you see him, you tell him he looks very handsome and all his worries about himself are gone. You look incredible yourself and he definitely lets you know— very quietly and shyly though.

- König is a perfect gentleman. He takes your coat and pulls your chair out, offers you any beverages aside from the wine at the table.

- Of course he’s still quiet and sometimes stumbles on his words when he speaks but you don’t poke fun at him. And he greatly appreciates it.

- You gush about dinner and how delicious it is, König has to hide his little smile at that.

- The more wine he has, the more talkative he is. He’s less shy and expresses his interest in you, showing attentiveness when you speak, and talks about himself too if you ask him a question. Hardly a stutter.

- Soon you’re both wasted on wine and decide to sit on the couch. It’s only when you’re a bit more touchy with him that his blush returns.

“Are you alright, König?” You ask him, leaning in so closely to inspect the red tint on his cheeks. You’re painfully unaware of how close you are to him and it’s driving König insane.

“I-I’m alright, I swear..”

“Hm..” You squint your pretty eyes at him and see that the tips of his ears are pink too. “I don’t know, I feel like you have a fever coming on.”

You lean closer to his ear and he feels your wine ridden breath touch him. He has to suppress his shiver and turns his head away.

“I’m not sick.. I’m just..”

“Just what, König?”

He feels your fingers holding his chin and turning his face to you, and his eyes widen slightly in surprise.

“I…” He starts, but can’t find the words to describe how he’s feeling. He’s so lost in your eyes and the blush only intensifies. The wine is messing with him. One side fights to show you a confident man, the other wants to remain timid.

One of them wins this round.

Without thinking, the confident man in him kisses you.

You’re the one who’s surprised now and you gasp into the kiss.

He mistakes it for displeasure and immediately pulls away, going back to his shy personality.

“I’m so sorry, I should have asked for permission first-“

You quickly cut him off by kissing him and he falls back from the force, now laying on the couch with you on top of him. His eyes are wide in shock but he’s happy, so happy you like him too.

The two of you continue to kiss, with your hands gently stroking his chest and shoulders while his own nervously hold your hips.

But he’s not overthinking for once. There are so many things he could be worrying about but he refuses to ruin this moment.

Then you pull away and stare into his eyes, both of you panting quietly.

“Do you really feel the same way..?” He breathes out.

And you kiss him again.

Of course you feel the same.

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Ghost:

- He could tell how nervous you were when you asked him on a date. How could he say no to that?

- He plays it cool, giving you a ‘sure, sounds like fun’ and you nearly die on the spot.

- In reality? He’s not used to dating. He prefers his own company and because of his past, he doesn’t want to burden anybody. So he never gets into anything serious. He’s more confident in the field with his teammates, but alone? With somebody? He’s a tad bit afraid.

- His social skills aren’t up to par, but he fakes it until he makes it. He’s confident but doubting himself on the inside.

- He’s going in casual attire, nothing fancy or else he feels as if he’s performing himself.

- You invited him to your place for dinner and he can tell you put a lot of effort into it. He thinks it’s so cute.

- Dinner is amazing and he tells you that, he hasn’t had a home cooked meal in so long so it’s much more special to him.

- You both chat and eat, mostly about how difficult it is to maintain and separate your civilian lives and the military. He’s happy he’s not alone in that. You both feel comfortable just being at the base and being with the team. It’s hard to connect to anyone outside of work.

- Ghost is a hard man to read and he knows you’re nervous the whole time. He hardly makes facial expressions and his voice is one toned. He worries inwardly about that but doesn’t show it. All he could do was hope you think he’s being genuine in his compliments and what he says to you. He just doesn’t know how to change.

- After dinner, you’re both on the couch with glasses of wine— continuing to chat with each other. He’s hoping the alcohol will make it easier for him to express himself. It does not.

- The wine doesn’t relax you either, if anything, you’re even more shy now. It was only when you didn’t want to look at him that he decided that this had gone far enough.

“You know I like you, right?”

You’re shocked at his words and nearly choke on your wine.

You quickly look at him after he says that, seeing his flat expression and hearing that monotone voice.

No way. He can’t possibly feel the same as you do.

“Are you sure?” You blurt out. And mentally slap yourself for asking such a dumb question. All you could do was berate yourself in your mind and tell yourself he doesn’t like you. His expression says it all and so does his voice. You have to look away again and lose yourself in lack of confidence.

You don’t even notice him moving closer.

“(Y/n).” He says, in a strangely softer voice than usual. It startled you and you silently gasp, seeing how close he is to you now.

You feel his hand taking the glass from your hand and putting it on the coffee table.

That’s when you’re looking into his eyes and he’s staring right back at yours. You see the emotion there, the softness he held for you. It wasn’t about the facial expressions or how he sounds. You were focusing on the wrong things.

He does like you.

His calloused hand comes up to hold your cheek and neither of you speak a word. You let yours and his actions do the talking now.

You both connect your lips together.

He’s gentle with you at first, showing that he doesn’t want to intimidate you or ever mean to. After a while, he shows more passion and interest by deepening the kiss and you have to lay back— with him crawling on top of you.

You feel him smiling in the kiss but you don’t dare open your eyes, you only let him show his emotions the way he’s comfortable doing it.

The tears dampen your lashes as you’re overwhelmed with joy.

You know he’s feeling the same.

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Hope you guys enjoyed— by the way I do take requests. I’m just a slow writer so you have to be patient-

[judethejudas]

Just want to say that i really love your könig fanfic it was *chef's kiss*😫💕

Thank you so much. I plan on writing more for him actually, starting right now <3

[judethejudas]

MW2 König x Male! Stripper! Reader Smut

König steps out of his comfort zone to meet an old friend at a club. But what happens when he decides to make a new friend there? In ways he couldn’t imagine.

(S/N) = stripper name

(F/C) = favorite color

WARNING: highly sexual themes, swearing, size difference, cis male reader described.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

Dear god. Did he really have to do this?

König stood completely still as he stared up at the red neon sign above him, which read ‘Dante’s Inferno’.

A strip club. A rather diverse one to be exact since the strippers consisted of both women and men.

“Schieße.. I can’t go in there..” The Austrian was too shy to push himself to go in. He’s never been in such a place but his childhood friend, his only friend, had invited him to catch up on old times since it’s been so long.

But.. there were naked men and women in there. He wouldn’t be able to get a single word out if he went in! Oh how his anxiety crippled him.

He couldn’t disappoint his friend though. Not when he was the only one he felt safe with during his childhood. The least he could do was just go in and talk over a drink, right?

König took a deep breath, and vanquished his fear for a moment to walk inside the club.

After paying the fee, he was fully allowed inside and he was able to see just what he was getting himself into.

Women and men, scantily dressed, walked with such a sway of their bodies it was crumbling the beast of a man.

He hated being so tall sometimes. It meant he was always the centre of attraction, even in a place like this.

Both patrons and the strippers would look over at the hulking mass at the doorway, shocked at how tall he was.

König sheepishly walked at a brisk pace to the table where his friend was seated, ignoring the stares of everybody as he passed by.

“My friend! It is so good to see you again, so good!” His friend stepped out of the booth to give him a hug and König let out a quick sigh of relief. He was so happy he wasn’t alone.

“Very good to see you too.” He mumbled out as they both took their seats. The two chatted about their lives, their childhoods together, what they were doing now and whatnot.

König refused to look at any stripper that walked by them or was performing on that stage.

“Still as shy as ever, yeah?” His friend chuckled, giving him a pat on his back.

König chuckled too, just more quietly and almost sounding embarrassed. Oh, he was embarrassed. The pink tint on his cheeks and ears proved it.

“I don’t get out much, more of a workaholic if anything.”

“Oh? Then we need to change that..”

The Austrian man did not like the way he said that.

He felt his heart racing as his friend motioned for one of the strippers to come over.

Oh no.

“I-I, now there’s no need please, I’m fine right here..!”

“Nonsense! This’ll be good for you, I promise!”

A man was coming over, dressed in (f/c) short briefs and adorned with jewelry and harnesses on his legs.

König avoided eye contact when you took a seat next to him.

“Can I help you, boys?” You sat so close to the poor man his thigh was trembling a bit. He could feel your arm and your leg pressed up to his own. This was quite a lot of physical contact for a man like himself.

“Yes. My friend König here would love your services, perhaps in the VIP room?”

“Of course. Come along, darling. I’ll show you the way..” You smiled and took his hand in your own, leaving the booth and heading to the back rooms where the private dances were held.

“My name is (s/n), if you were curious about that.”

König tried to say something after you told him your fake name, but he was at a loss for words and was unable to speak. He could only look downwards to the floor to avoid showing his intense blush.

He could hear the different music in this new part of the building and small, separate rooms, people were receiving lap dances.

König immediately turned his gaze away from them and focused on you, well, your backside at least. And even that made him look away again.

“Okay, love, here we are. Now you just sit there and make yourself comfortable.” You said with a lilt in your voice, leading him to the leather chair and gently pushing him down to make him sit.

König still didn’t look at you when he was sat, but you could clearly see the cute redness on his face.

“You’re awfully shy for such a big man.. Do I make you nervous, hun?” Your fingers pet his cheek and you turned his face so you could look at him directly. The panic in this man’s eyes was so clear to you.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“No no, I..” He finally spoke but couldn’t finish as he was getting flushed again, staring at your nearly exposed body from top to bottom.

“Is this your first time?” You asked as you sat in his lap, making him stiffen and immediately look to the side. His eyes were wide and he bit his tongue, trying to stifle a stutter he knew was coming on.

You leaned in, your hand was stroking his torso muscles through his black shirt and up to his shoulder.

“I’ll be slow and gentle with you. I promise.” You whispered in his ear.

He nearly moaned when he felt a soft pair of lips kissing his jawline and throat. Never had he been kissed like this before. He actually couldn’t even recall a genuine kiss at the moment.

You knew how touch starved he was as soon as his breathing picked up.

Your dance had just started and König was already trembling in his seat.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” You gently commanded and he obeyed, his eyes now turned from the wall to you.

Your body was sat up in his lap and your hands caressed your chest and your sides, giving him a half lidded horny stare. You unlatched the harness from your legs and tossed it aside, even playing with the edge of your briefs.

König couldn’t tear his eyes away, as much as he wanted to at that moment. You were so gorgeous and knew exactly what to do with yourself. It was hypnotic.

He nearly whined when you got off his lap and stood up in front of him.

“You’re so hot, König. So fucking cute.” You breathed out as you did your dance, slowly and sensually just for him. He shuddered at the way you said his name and you smirked. He saw your ass when you bent down and how your fingers teasingly pulled your briefs down a little, before pulling them back up and giving your ass a slap and a wiggle.

After a few minutes, you got back into his lap for the more touchier dance.

The part of your routine that involved grinding against his crotch with your own was enough to break him.

He groaned, but quickly slapped a hand over his mouth and coiled in shame. He knew hardly anything of strip clubs but he did know it was not customary to be so loud.

Now this just won’t do, you thought.

You took his hand away and placed it on your hip, grabbing his other hand too and holding it against your chest. König was unsure of what to do but he was thankful you were taking the lead, even if it was embarrassing for him.

“It’s alright, you can be as loud as you want with me.”

Then you started moving against him again.

König sucked in a harsh breath and gripped onto your hip, careful as to not hurt you since he was very aware of his strength.

His gentility and obvious shyness is what you loved about him so far. He was different than the usual patrons. Sure you’ve gotten some shy ones before but this one?

You were convinced he was a virgin. Or at least had sex just once and not since.

Why were you so convinced? Well, the man you were grinding against was getting quite the hard on. And you felt it bulging against you.

König blushed and apologized to you profusely, to which you hushed him immediately. It wasn’t the first time a man was hard because of you, nothing to be ashamed about. You only leaned in close so that your lips were only inches apart from his.

“Do you want to fuck me, König..?”

The Austrian stared at you with shock, trying to find the right words without sounding like a fool. He had never been asked that before, at least not like this. Being bullied nearly all his life, his self confidence was very low and he never would have expected to have someone as beautiful as you on top of him.

“Ah.. yes.. I do..”

You smiled as your hand came up to touch his cheek gently, making him instantly lean into the warmth.

“Can I kiss you?”

There was a question he could answer easily. With a nod, almost an eager one.

You connected your lips to his as soon as he gave you the okay. His were rough in comparison to yours but it fit so sweetly. You also noticed he wasn’t the greatest kisser due to his inexperience, you liked it though. Your eyes and his closed while you both found a comfortable rhythm with your lips.

What a quick learner he was.

You started grinding against him again and he moaned into the kiss, which allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth.

His eyes were wide open now when he felt your tongue against his. He kissed someone only once before, in high school when a girl was dared to kiss him but it didn’t feel real at all. It felt like a joke, just someone for all the kids to laugh at. And there was certainly no tongue when he got kissed.

No, it felt like you genuinely wanted him.

You cock was beginning to harden as well and König felt it. If he had any doubts that you wanted him then they were quickly vanquished when he felt your bulge on his.

“Mmh, König..” You moaned out and started kissing his throat, giving it gentle sucks and licks. You didn’t want to rush him since he was most likely new to all this. The little grunts and groans he let out told you so.

Your hands came up to stroke his body through the fitted shirt he wore while his hands groped your hips. He went in for another kiss, now instantly addicted to the way your lips felt on his. Kissing was now his favorite thing.

You two stayed like that for a while. Kissing each other passionately and moving your crotch against his back and forth. He felt huge through his pants. You guessed around 10 inches and very thick.

“Fuck.. liebling.. I don’t think I can wait anymore..” He said after he broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling heavily. You saw the shyness in his eyes still, but the horniness that accompanied it was much stronger.

You smiled and got off his lap to kneel down in front of him, spreading his legs apart with your hands. His bulge was very large and pressing against the fabric of his pants. Poor baby, how uncomfortable he must be feeling right now.

The taller man froze when he saw you unzipping his pants with your teeth, staring up at him with a lustful gaze.

To him, you looked so angelic, despite the actions being so sinful.

His boxers were pulled down and his hard cock immediately stood at full attention. You were shocked at the size of him. He must have been 12 inches instead of 10 like you thought. It was veiny, and already leaking pre cum.

How this man kept the monster behind bars? You had no clue.

You cast aside your thoughts and went to work. Your lips closed around his swollen, red tip and gave it a swirl of your tongue— focusing on the underside. This man deserved some good head and it’s the least you could do, for now.

The man groaned and stopped himself from bucking his hips into your mouth. How horrible it would be if he accidentally made you choke. You personally wouldn’t have minded if he did but he had anxiety about it.

You started taking more of him into your mouth, comfortably fitting 5 inches without pushing too far. Your personal record was 8 inches but the ones you’ve had before were less thicker and longer than König.

Your head bobbed up and down on him at a moderate pace.

“Fuck.. oh fuck.. yes, just like that..” The man above you panted and leaned his head back. He truly felt like a king now, just as his name meant. Every time you found his sweet spot he would shut his eyes tight and feel a shiver coursing through his body.

It was only when you swallowed a few more inches of his cock that he snapped his eyes open and looked down at you, surprised you could take more.

Your gag reflex was long gone since coming into this business. While you weren’t a prostitute, you did find a few men attractive that you’d end up fucking them either in or out of the club. And had plenty of practice in blowjobs.

König couldn’t take it anymore. It was so sudden when he came down your throat that your eyes widened in surprise. Thankfully you suppressed the urge to cough and let his warm cum spurt down.

When he finally finished, you took your mouth off him.

“I’m.. so very sorry.. I should have said something.” He said as he was trying to catch his breath, looking like a guilty puppy.

“Don’t be sorry, I liked it.” You giggled a little and stood up to your feet. It was time for something a little more intimate that both of you could enjoy.

You got back into his lap and took his hand in yours, taking his middle and pointer finger and began sucking on them.

König felt his dick twitch when he felt your tongue in between his fingers. Your saliva coated them generously and he was starting to like the fact he was so big in comparison to you.

When you felt it was enough, you took his fingers out of your mouth and guided them to your ass. He caught on quickly and prodded his pointer at your hole.

Your lips parted into a shuddered moan before helping him push the finger inside you, the other following suit immediately.

It didn’t take you long to start riding his digits to stretch you out. And boy, did his fingers do the job.

“Fuck.. mmh… König~” You dragged his name out in a moan as you felt his fingers curl inside you. He was more confident than before and start fingering you himself after a minute or two.

His lips captured yours in a kiss and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. You would let out a series of grunts and moans against his mouth when his fingers brushed a sensitive spot within you. Hell, you could cum just from his hands alone without even touching your cock.

But you wanted more.

You abruptly took his fingers out and pulled away from the kiss, and König suddenly worried he had displeased you.

You saw the look on his face and moved closer to him, both your cocks now rubbing against each other.

“I want you so bad, König. I want to feel you inside me. I can’t wait anymore..” You begged him softly.

The Austrian man was relieved to hear you didn’t want to stop, but he did worry about how he would fit inside you.

You took the lead and leaned upwards, grabbing his cock and putting it towards your ass. It would be quite the stretch but you could take it.

His tip entered you first and you gasped, slowly sinking onto him. His cum being a lubricant did help, but it was still a little painful.

König groaned and held you by your waist, making sure you weren’t entirely speared on his dick. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You knew your limits though and made sure to take it easy.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to bounce up and down— slowly.

You figured riding him would be the easiest position to do considering his massive body. It was like being on top of a giant.

“God, liebling. You feel so good inside..” He groaned. “So warm and tight.”

You whimpered as more of his dick filled you up and you laid your forehead on his shoulder. You were fully bottomed out and it was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling. It only encouraged you to ride him at a quicker pace.

The two of you exchanged filthy, desperate noises. König’s confidence was building and he even started groping you from the ass, lifting you up and down on his cock while you bounced on him.

Thank god the VIP room you two were in was at the every end of the hall. There was no reason for anyone to barge in and the music covered yours and his sounds well enough.

You felt his lips sloppily giving you kisses on your neck and collarbone, even sucking just as you did before. His mind was hazy and all he could think about was making you feel good.

König decided to be brave and take over.

He turned himself to the side and laid you down on the leather seat, now fucking you in a missionary position. He was able to go deeper inside this way and hit your prostate each time. He had also discarded his shirt as it was getting much too hot for unnecessary clothing.

There was no time to admire his body. All you could see were the few scars he had and his defined muscles.

You squealed as he started thrusting into you hard. Your legs coming up to latch around his waist.

“Please let me take you home, schatz. We can fuck like this all night..!” He grunted. One hand gripped the couch next to your head and the other held your hip in place. “I don’t want to stop here, not when you make me feel like this.. like I’ll go insane without you.”

His words excited you, but he was pounding into you so hard you couldn’t form a sentence— or even say yes. And oh how you wanted to scream yes.

You gasped when you felt his hand leaving your hip and taking hold of your cock, pumping it up and down quickly to the pace of his thrusts.

You felt like you would go insane without him too. The way his body enveloped yours and made you feel so incredible, so sex crazed and desperate for more of his touch.

Beads of sweat dropped from König’s forehead and onto your stomach. He was getting close to release again and hoped you were too.

Wanting to be closer, he leaned down and held you by your waist— before easily lifting you up and fucking you against his bare, sweaty chest. One hand held you by your ass and the other still on your waist.

You snaked your arms over his shoulders and held him tight as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

“Make me yours, König.. ” Your voice was hardly above a whisper.

The larger man groaned loudly when he heard you and buried himself deep inside, letting his cock fill you with cum.

That was enough to send you over the edge.

Your cock painted his chest as well as your own with cum, letting out a silent gasp and shuddering hard. This had to be the hardest you ever came in your life and you nearly lost consciousness.

Exhausted and well spent, König sat back down with you still on top of him. Both of you trying to catch your breath while stuck in a warm embrace.

Now he had to come up with a good excuse to leave his friend a little earlier than expected.

And you needed to ditch work.

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I can’t even begin to describe how appalled I was to find zero male readers for König. APPALLED. I LOVE this man.

Also please let me know if there’s specific parts I goofed on, like spelling errors and whatnot because I was in a rush to make this.

[judethejudas]

Van Helsing Dracula x Male Reader ?

So I’ve realized VERY quickly that there is a severe lack of Count Dracula x male reader? And that just won’t do.

Also sorry for not uploading in a few days. I have a few reader inserts in the making right now but I wanna know if anyone is interested in this man too?

[judethejudas]

Ghost and Soap^^^^

[judethejudas]

How Soap and Ghost would pick a pet with you— MW2 Imagines

Ghost:

- Definitely getting a dog.

- He can’t stand the little yappy ones though. He needs a big dog that’ll protect him and you. One that looks vicious too.

- You both get to the shelter and he’s overwhelmed with their sad faces, pawing at the doors begging to be taken home.

- He’s immediately rethinking the whole vicious thing.

- “Let’s get the one who’s been waiting the longest.” He whispers to you, and you agree.

- Eventually Simon finds a dog, a pit bull who’s tucked in the corner of the cage not looking at anybody. It has scars on its body and he’s caught on pretty quickly that this dog was not treated right.

- “The poor baby’s been waiting for 2 years. He was even transferred to another shelter to avoid being euthanized.” You read from the dog’s chart.

- Alright. That’s it. This was your dog and there was no changing his mind. He immediately went to the office and got the papers and money ready. He wasn’t going to let the poor dog sit in that cage another day.

- The adoption was official and the pittie was yours to take home. Ghost had already tucked him in the backseat of the vehicle with a new toy and a blanket.

- You two found out pretty quickly that your dog was not used to affection. It would scurry away every time you both tried to pet it.

- You laughed and told Ghost that the dog was just like him, since it had taken a whole month of dating just for him to hold your hand.

- But it was true. After some patience and lots of treats, the dog was very accepting of affection and would go everywhere you two went.

- But it was a whole other level with Ghost and the dog. You found yourself having to sleep on the couch because the dog and your boyfriend would insist on cuddling with each other in bed.

- You didn’t mind. Ghost found another friend to call his own so you could live with the couch… sometimes.

Soap:

- He’s getting a cat. Period. He’s still scared of dogs and no one can sway my mind.

- You’re both at the shelter and he’s already wanting to dip out because the choices are overwhelming.

- All these poor little kitties wanting to be taken home. It’s too much for him and he wished he could take them all.

- Soap wanders the hall, trying to find a cat to take and you do as well. And he does eventually find one… a heavily pregnant one.

- “Oh Jesus Christ, John. We can’t have a pregnant cat.” “You would be so cruel to not want to take the little lass home? She’s a mother to be for crying out loud, would you leave your mother like that??” You argue that there’s no correlation between a pregnant cat and your mother, but you give in.

- Soap looks so pleased with himself as he holds the kitty in his arms while you drive home.

- Soap settles the cat in their home and give her food and water, even showing her where her bed is. You had to go out and prepare for the kittens— since you really did not expect to bring a preggo cat in.

- The cat is very warm and cuddly with the both of you, obviously grateful she was adopted and not left to birth her babies in a cage. Soap dotes on her the most and makes sure she’s comfortable at all times, even letting her sleep in the bed with you two.

- When the time finally comes, Soap is a mess. He’s sweating because he’s so nervous that something will go wrong and even calls Ghost— who is very upset he’s being woken up at 3 am because your cat is having kittens.

- He’s talking to the cat too. Telling her she’s beautiful and that she’ll be a good mother. It’s so touching for you to watch and so difficult to stifle a laugh when he’s massaging her.

- The kittens finally arrive, all healthy and beautiful. Soap has to call Ghost again about the good news but is only told to kindly shut the fuck up and let him sleep.

- “Let’s keep them all.” You immediately shot that idea down and poor Soap is sulking. You tell him you’ll keep the kitties until they’re ready to be adopted.

- Soap is a wonderful cat dad. And when the day comes and he has to give the kittens away? He’s crying for each of them.

- But the mother cat is always there to comfort him. And you’re so thankful for her. You also gave Ghost a kitten so Soap can visit with his cat too.

[judethejudas]

Devastated. Actually devastated. Like I knew they changed him but seeing them side by side..?

I want my captain back please. 😭

“God may forgive you for being gay, but no one is gonna forgive you for that haircut 💅”

[judethejudas]

‘Strength Training’ Dead by Daylight— The Oni x Male! Reader Smut

You’re in a terrible mood, and it’s only gotten worse once you realize you’re going against the Oni. Thankfully, he has a cure for your sour mood.

WARNING: Highly sexual themes, slight mention of pedophilia (you’re an adult in this fic and so is he, don’t worry), swearing, blood, violence.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

The shrieks of the crows rung in your ears as the entity was bringing you to your next challenge.

Was it really a challenge, or just one more horrific chapter in this never ending torture it put you and your teammates through.

You snapped your eyes open as you felt a gust of wind pushing you forward, and you immediately scowled.

Yamaoka Estate.

You hated how eerie this place was. It was full of hiding spots for killers like Ghostface and Michael to sneak up on you. Those two terrified you to know end and you prayed they weren’t in this match.

You also noticed you came here alone.

‘They must be on the other side of the estate.’ You huffed, walking sternly but cautiously to the nearest generator with a sour look on your face.

You stepped up to the large Japanese home. A beautiful but dilapidated building that could use a serious makeover. Or just a good sweep. You walked over the rubble in front of the door and went inside, finding a generator in one of the rooms and immediately going to work on it.

You shivered all of a sudden, which was a warning from the entity that one of your teammates had gotten hurt.

“Hope they’re okay..” you whispered to yourself, connecting the colored wires until they sparked a few times. You still had no idea who you were up against.

The teammate that was being chased was finally downed. You heard her yell from the other side of the map when the killer had knocked her to the ground.

You bit your lip as you were half done your generator, trying to prepare yourself for that horrible sound that was going to hit every corner of this place.

That bloodcurdling scream.

You nearly blew up the generator when she shrieked in such loud pain, but quickly composed yourself and kept working. She was too far for you to get so you trusted that she would be saved by the other two teammates.

Eighty percent done your generator. You were confident you would get it done soon-

You gasped as your hand slipped and pushed the wire too deep into the other, successfully ruining your hard work as the machine in front of you blew up violently.

You coughed as the smoke invaded your space and you tried waving it out, groaning in frustration at your clumsiness.

“RAAAAAUUUGGHHHH!”

You froze in place as the killer roared loudly, and you knew exactly who you were up against now.

The fucking Oni.

You let out a few choice swears and hit your generator with your fist, now absolutely fed up with this round.

The samurai was dashing over here at such speed you could feel the rumbling of his stomps shaking the floor. You got up quickly and went for the nearest window in the room to jump— but you were too late.

You felt his large hand grabbing onto the back of your shirt, forcefully pulling you back and throwing you down on the floor.

You grunted in pain and glared up at the big fucker standing over you, who was looking back at you with pure hatred in his glowing eyes.

“Fuck you. Stop standing there and just fucking hit me already, you prick.” You hissed out. It’s not like he would understand completely since his natural tongue was Japanese.

But that didn’t make him any less angry with you. The venom in your voice told him your words were anything but kind.

The kanabo that was resting on his shoulder was now being held with both of his hands, raising it high over his head to strike you with a powerful force.

Shit. This was gonna hurt.

The Oni growled deeply as he swung his weapon down hard, and you were quick to dodge by rolling to the side. The floor was broken through by how hard he hit and you gasped, quickly crawling away and standing up on your feet.

The samurai was furious. He roared again as he turned to you, quickly taking another swing— to which you ducked down and he hit through the paper walls.

You laughed, running out of the room and down the hallway to escape him. He was eager to chase after you since he knew what a damn laugh meant, but he stopped himself and decided to go hunt for a different survivor. You’d be saved for the bitter end and he would have no mercy on you.

You left the house and ran towards the other side of the map, nearly tripping over the rocks as you were in a hurry. But you realized you weren’t being chased anymore and you slowed down, catching your breath.

You came across one of your teammates, David, and helped him with the generator he was on. You two made small talk, cracked a few jokes here and there, and took turns saving the other two teammates when they got hooked.

20 minutes had gone by and there was only one generator left to do.

Hah, you still weren’t hooked.

You grinned to yourself as you snuck your way over to the middle, finding another generator and quickly going to work on it. He hasn’t killed anyone yet either so you were confident you would all make it out of here together.

Then you shivered as one of your teammates got downed. It was alright though. None of you were on death hook so you could save whoever it was.

You heard David’s scream ring out but it wasn’t because he was getting hooked.

No. He was getting killed.

You quickly jumped to your feet and looked around to see if they were near you, but found no one. How did David get killed? He wasn’t on death hook so he couldn’t have gotten mori’d. None of you were.

You rubbed your arms in worry and went back to work on your generator. Perhaps you weren’t paying attention and David WAS on death hook.

Then you heard Nea going down. Huh? How was that possible? She was full health! She couldn’t have-

Her scream echoed out and you flinched, letting go of the levers on the generator and standing up to your feet. She was getting killed too.

It was just you and Claudette now, and you realized why all this was happening.

Devour Hope, the most vicious hex there was. And you were determined to find it.

You started with the area around you. Making your way to other corners of the map and finding all the usual totem spots, but found no hexed totem. You saw Claudette looking too and exchanged scared looks, but kept the search on separately.

You found yourself back at the Japanese home and started looking in there. Carefully and quietly, you crept through the hallway and into the rooms. Fuck. Where was this thing?

You heard the soft crackling of fire in one of the bedrooms and quickly went over, finding that awful totem containing the hex. You contained your excitement as you started dismantling it.

Then you heard Claudette get knocked down.

“No, no, no..!” You tried hurrying and ending up burning your finger on the lit part of the totem. You hissed in pain but kept going.

Claudette’s scream was loud in your ears when you finally got rid of the hex.

You threw the skull of the hex hard against the wall and yelled in anger. You felt as if you killed her yourself by not finding the totem sooner and held your head in your hands, waiting for the Oni to just come and hook you already.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you hurled every insult at yourself, wishing it was you he got instead of her. Instead of all of them.

You felt a presence nearby and you quickly looked up, seeing the hulking mass of the samurai at the doorway. He was silent as he stared at you and you scowled, standing up.

“Well? Go on then. I’m standing right fucking here.” You spat out, even taking a few steps forward to shorten the distance between you two.

The Oni raised his blade as he began walking to you slowly, not breaking eye contact as he circled you like a vulture.

He didn’t forget the insults from earlier or the laugh you let out.

The warrior took a swing at you and couldn’t dodge it this time. It hit your arm and left a very nasty cut running from your shoulder down to your elbow.

You gasped and held onto your bleeding arm, immediately backing up away from the imposing man. You ended up tripping on the dirty futon below and landed on your side with a grunt.

The Oni was closing in on you, whipping his blade to the side to flick the blood off. His breathing was getting raspier and heavier as he was now standing over you.

Hardly a challenge, the samurai scoffed and raised his blade again.

You made the last minute decision to kick his leg hard.

The Oni shrieked in pain, losing his balance and kneeling down on his uninjured knee— his blade landing a few feet away from him. You attempted to run away but he was quick to grab your bloodied arm, throwing you back down to the floor as you groaned.

The samurai couldn’t be bothered to find his weapon as he got on top of you, determined to finish you off with his strength alone. You’ve caused quite enough trouble for him.

You kept throwing your fists at his arms but it did very little damage and he wasn’t even acknowledging the tiny assaults. But it was very annoying so he pinned down your wrists to the futon, growling at you to quit it already.

You scowled at him and started squirming, but that quickly stopped when you saw him leaning down to your bleeding arm.

“Hey! What are you-?”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence when you felt his tongue invading your horrific gash and you screamed in pain.

You pleaded for him to stop but he wouldn’t. Instead, he lifted his mask up a little to reveal his mouth and he started sucking the blood from your wound. The tears were coming back and you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see your blood staining the killer’s mouth.

And the worst part was? This was strangely turning you on. The way his tongue was dragging along your broken skin and his breath on your flesh making you tremble.

It didn’t help that his knee was pressing up against your groin too.

The Oni felt his power collecting as he licked up your blood and he didn’t want to stop until you had none left. He was intent on killing you one way or another.

Your head moved from side to side, panting hard as you felt both pain and pleasure building up.

It didn’t take long for the Oni to feel your erection pressing against him.

He pulled away from your arm and looked down, seeing the outline of your bulge through your pants. You quickly became embarrassed and hid your face with your hands. The Oni tilted his head and let out a deep chuckle.

You were in pain, clearly excited, and ashamed of yourself? Could there be a better combination for the enemy?

His hand came down to grab at your clothed cock and you gasped, quickly uncovering your eyes to look at him in shock.

He stared back at you with a mix of hatred, triumph and lust. And you quickly knew he had the upper hand here.

“No, no. Please don’t..” you whimpered when he ripped your pants and underwear open, taking your dick out and touching it more.

You hated how much you liked the feeling of his hand on you. Touching you. It had been so long that you never thought of things like this anymore.

He practically tore off the armor that was covering his groin and he grabbed your hand, making you palm him too. You sucked in a harsh breath as you felt how huge he was. Huge and very hard.

The Oni’s breathing was getting heavier and heavier as you kept touching him. And his eyes seemed to burn brighter as he got hornier with each passing moment.

The warrior recalled a time where he spied on his sensei having sex with another man and it was shocking. When he confronted him about it, his sensei told him that strength increased when you slept with the same sex and the bond was much more powerful.

He sensed your strength when you tried fighting him off before, and he craved it.

His excitement was getting to be too much and he took his cock out from his pants, spitting on his hand and giving it a few pumps.

You watched him with a bite of your lip, getting nervous as his dick was a monstrous size. He must’ve been 12 inches and looked very thick.

So when he grabbed your hips and brought you closer to him, you pleaded with him again.

“Please don’t just shove it in!” You cried out as he pulled the rest of your pants and underwear down— exposing your ass.

The Oni didn’t understand your language but he could definitely tell you were nervous. He glanced down at his cock and your ass. The size difference was painfully obvious and he figured you’d be in quite a bit of pain if he just started fucking you right away. Would that mess with the strength he was trying to take from you? Perhaps he had to go slowly.

He brought his hand up and licked his fingers to get them slick with spit. It didn’t take him long to put one finger inside and you squirmed uncomfortably, groaning out in slight pain as his fingers were big too.

He continued to prep you and added another finger, stretching you out to accommodate his size as best he could.

Just when it was starting to feel good, the samurai took his digits out and you whined.

The Oni let out a condescending laugh when you made such a pathetic noise. What a change in character from the person you were before.

Soon the head of his cock was poking your ass and you slapped a hand over your mouth, preparing for the pain.

And boy, was it painful.

You squealed into your hand as the Oni pushed 3/4 of his length inside you and he grunted lowly. It was so tight. But it was such an addicting heat you had that he wanted more. So he pushed the rest of himself inside you.

The tears streamed down your cheeks as he started thrusting and you let out pained grunts each time. He was just too big, you figured you’d never get used to it.

But you did.

His cock found your prostate quickly and you let out a surprised moan. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you ached your back a few inches off the floor.

Fuck, that felt better than it should’ve.

The Oni grabbed one of your legs and put them over his broad, muscled shoulder and thrusted deeper into you— making sure to hit that special spot that made such a cute noise come out of you. He breathlessly chuckled, seeing your pained expression become lustful and desperate for more.

Your hand grabbed his and you pulled him down to your level, staring into the reds of his eyes with horny, half lidded eyes.

“Harder.” You told him. And he caught on quickly.

Your other leg came to rest on his opposite shoulder and his pace was becoming more rough. Loud moans and groans left your mouth and you clawed at the futon beneath you as the pleasure was building up.

The samurai growled and latched his mouth onto your neck, biting into it so he could get another taste of your blood. You let out a silent gasp, not being able to create a noise when you felt his tongue lapping up the blood and sucking so harshly.

“Oh god.. oh fuck..” You breathed out, over and over again as you bounced back and forth on his dick.

The Oni definitely got strength as he was absorbing your blood and he thrusted harder. His release was close and he suspected yours was too.

You panted as you felt your neglected cock swelling up and leaking pre cum, whimpering and whining as it was becoming too much.

The warrior above you left your neck and shoved his tongue into your mouth, sharing the taste of your blood.

You groaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and running your fingers through his long white hair.

Your cock suddenly let out strings of white cum that landed on the Oni’s chest and stomach— as well as your own.

The man on top of you gave one last thrust and buried his seed deep inside you, letting out a snarl as you clenched around him and pulled away from your mouth.

He had so much cum that it was spilling before he even took his cock out, which wasn’t a surprise to you at all. This man had to be more than 200 years old.

You tried not to pass out since the blood loss was starting to get to you and made you very lightheaded. The Oni himself felt better than he had before.

He pulled his cock out of you and tucked himself away. His armor was placed back on and he stood up, going to grab his weapon.

You could only stare at him tiredly as he placed his sword in its sheath and left the house. He was out to collect the rest of the blood splattered on the map to prepare for his next match.

You didn’t expect him to give you aftercare anyways.

After gaining some strength, you pulled yourself up and groaned in pain. Your backside was very sore and your arm and neck started throbbing, but you forced yourself to go.

The hatch was still an escape option, and you needed to find it before the Oni did.

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Well this was a long one. I wonder if anyone else has a severe crush on this man like I do?

Also that whole ‘sleeping with the same sex increases strength’ thing is apparently true and it’s what the old and young samurai did with each other to strengthen the bond and believed sleeping with women actually made you weaker. It’s quite gross since the younger samurai in-training are almost always children. >:(

Next time I’m writing Trickster

[judethejudas]

ur a literal god for writing all these CoD characters x male readers

all hail judethejudas 🧎🏻🧎🏻

Please, I know all too well the pain of growing up with hot male characters and finding little to no x male readers for them. 😔👊 I got my homies

[judethejudas]

‘Sweet torture’ MW2 Ghost x Male! Top! Reader Smut

You and Ghost are in your office at your penthouse but it’s getting harder to focus on work when a whiny man is on his knees for you.

WARNING: highly sexual themes, swearing, heavy degrading.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

You were seated at your desk, having to knock off some extra work before you could go relax in other parts of your luxurious penthouse. Nothing too difficult— just send a few emails to other business owners, make offers, debate some, discuss your finances and set up meetings.

Oh, did I mention? You’re the very wealthy owner of many successful nightclubs and strip clubs.

That’s actually how you met your fiancé Simon Riley, when you two first chatted in one of your male strip clubs and immediately took him home that night.

Your friends and colleagues warned you against marrying a military man. Saying they had too much baggage and that all the emotions they couldn’t control would be too much for your mental health.

Interesting how they were talking about the same Simon who was currently seated at your feet like a good boy.

You glanced down at the naked man, who was trembling and panting silently. His hands were balled up in fists that dug into the floor but he refused to make a noise.

“Aw, pet. Is that toy driving you crazy?”

“Y/n… shut up and take it out of me already..” You smiled at the impatience in his voice and placed your hand on his dark brown locks, giving it a gentle massage.

“I’m nearly done here, my love. Just a few more minutes.”

Simon clenched his teeth together as the vibrator in his ass kept tingling his prostate. He wanted so badly to move. To rock his hips against the floor to get more friction but he wasn’t allowed to. You had the upper hand here and you could prolong his orgasm if he did something he wasn’t supposed to.

He was also on the verge of coming, several times actually but the cock ring around his swollen dick prevented him from doing that.

The typing from your computer keyboard was making him insane. He wanted it to stop so you could fuck him senseless already. How he wished you could take these damn toys out of him so he could feel your cock pounding him.

You sensed his desperation, so your hand left his head and dug into your dress pants pocket— pulling out the remote to the sex toy.

You turned up the frequency and Simon immediately let out a loud grunt, biting into his balled up fist as the vibrations got more intense.

The British man couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to do something. The clock was ticking so slowly and the toys were getting more difficult to bear.

He moved into a position seated in front of you rather than the side, now in between your legs. His hands quickly spread them and you had to look down from the screen to him.

“What a slut.” You shook your head in disapproval at his behavior, tutting him with a wag of your finger. Simon glared up at you as his fingers unbuckled your belt.

“Punish me all you fucking want after but I’m tired of waiting. I’ll take what I’m owed.” He said in an exhausted tone and zipped down your pants, quickly pulling your half hard dick out and going down on you.

You let out a sigh, your hand grabbing the remote again and turning up the vibrations.

Simon moaned against your hardening dick and visibly shook, but only went further down on you. It was getting bigger in his mouth and it made him much hornier.

You were starting to get impatient with work too.

“Shit. I can’t even finish up an email because of some dumb little whore begging for me to fuck him.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, but you weren’t annoyed at all. In fact, you were glad Simon was pulling you away from it.

Office work was so boring in comparison to the hot stud sucking you off from underneath your desk.

Simon’s skilled tongue swirled against your tip and licked the underside eagerly, making you grunt. He went further to nearly deep throat you and he felt your hair brushing against the tip of his nose. But he seemed hesitant to take you all in. You helped him the rest of the way by pushing his down to take you all in, making him gag.

Oh, how you loved to make this scary military man gag on your dick.

“What naughty noises coming from you, Simon. I recall your friends boasting about how cold you are and how emotionless you can be, I’m not so convinced myself.”

Simon groaned in frustration and looked up at you, feeling his own neglected cock getting unbearably uncomfortable from the ring.

You smirked, your thumb gently grazing his cheek as he bobbed his head up and down on your dick. The way your fiancé would scrunch his eyes every time the vibrator hit a sweet spot was driving you closer to the edge. He looked so good like this.

“Alright, baby. Enough of that, lay on top of the desk with your ass out. I’ll take care of you now.”

Finally, Simon thought and immediately pulled his heavily breathing mouth off your cock. He got out from underneath the desk and went to the clear side of it with no obstructions in the way. His toned stomach felt the smooth wood of the furniture and he let out a shaky breath, looking at you as you were unbuttoning your dress shirt.

The two of you held eye contact, seeing the lustful look in each other as you made your way behind your fiancé. You pulled the vibrating toy out of him and Simon bit his finger to stifle his gasp, hearing you turn it off and toss it aside.

The cock ring came off next and the man below you was immediately leaking pre cum onto the floor, to which you bent down to swipe off with your fingers.

“What a messy boy you are. Can’t let this go to waste though, hm?” You smiled, standing up straight again and bringing your hand to Simon’s mouth— making him suck your cum covered fingers clean.

You prided yourself in making this disciplined military man into your own disciplined little fuck toy. Though he was a little feisty at times, you enjoyed correcting his behavior with your dick.

Speaking of which, he was backing his ass into your groin impatiently now.

You gave him a slap on his ass cheek to stop him and he grunted into your fingers— to which you pulled them out.

“Okay, pet, I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”

“Ain’t that the fucking truth..”

Another slap on his ass to silence him and it worked effectively, but you wasted no time in shoving your cock inside his needy ass.

Simon groaned, crossing his arms in front of him and resting his forehead against his arm. He was breathlessly chuckling as he finally got what he wanted.

You didn’t like that too much, so you grabbed his red, throbbing dick and started pumping it. Simon let out a deep ‘oh fuck’ and you grinned, thrusting into him at a fast and rough pace.

“You must be pretty proud of yourself..” You said in a breathy tone. “Taking me away from work.. just to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Do you enjoy being a little slut?” You degraded him so deliciously that it was having such a toll on him. His tongue rolled out and he was panting hard, feeling the head of your dick hitting his prostate over and over. Thankfully he was hiding his face or else you’d having something smart to say about it.

Then you both heard your phone ring on the desk.

Simon grew a little worried when you picked the device up and didn’t stop fucking him. They better not be able to hear you two or he was going to give you the talking of a lifetime after this.

“What?” You answered in an annoyed tone, which had an effect on your fiancé that you were so forceful and callous. A good effect that made him feel more beneath you— that you were in charge no matter who it was or what you were doing. He’d never admit he liked it though. Simon only bit his forearm to silence his grunts while you kept thrusting into him and talking to the person at the same time.

“The meeting is tomorrow at ten thirty am or did you just ignore the email I sent everybody?” You rolled your eyes, but they quickly softened when you were looking down at Simon, who was trying so hard to be quiet. You smirked at that, knowing your fiancé would do everything to keep his position as your bottom a secret.

You gave him a slap on his ass and he let out a surprised groan.

“Hm? Oh, that’s just my fiancé.” You chuckled, seeing Simon turn his head towards you with an embarrassed glare. You wouldn’t dare.

“He’s working on his deadlifts, alright? Need I remind you that you’re calling me at home and home is where my fiancé is. So next time? Send a fucking text.” You growled out and ended the call, tossing it back on the desk and grabbing Simon’s hips— thrusting into him at a brutal pace.

Simon couldn’t contain his noises anymore and he let out a series of grunts and moans. He was thankful that you didn’t rat him out to your colleague. You weren’t such a cold man after all. At least, not to him.

“And you? Dumb horny bitch, can’t even keep yourself quiet when I’m talking to somebody from work. You want everyone to know you’re a little bottom whore?” You snarled, leaning down and biting into his shoulder. Simon gasped and shook his head no, pleading with you not to tell anybody.

“That’s what I thought. Keep it down next time then.” You snickered and turned his embarrassed face to look at you, giving him a kiss full of tongue as you started jerking him off again.

He moaned into the kiss and soon couldn’t hold back anymore. Cum spurted from his dick and onto your hand and the floor below.

You couldn’t hold back either when his ass clenched around your length, and released your warm load inside him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, trying to catch your breath and slowly take your softening dick out of him. The cum leaked from his ass and you marveled at the sight while you put your disheveled appearance back together.

Simon stood up when he felt his strength coming back and turned to you, giving you a sweet kiss.

“Was I too rough on you, baby?” You mumbled against his lips and he quietened you with another kiss.

“Honestly? The softest you’ve been in a while.” He chuckled and went to find his clothes that were on the floor.

“Is that so? I’ll have to change that then. Should I fuck you during the meeting tomorrow and have my colleagues stare at you like a piece of meat with their dicks out?”

“You wouldn’t.”

You winked at Simon as he looked at you with a glare, and you could only let out a laugh at his serious expression.

“Of course not, love.” You said before you kissed his forehead, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle, loving squeeze.

“You belong to me. And only I can see you become a mindless little cock slut.”

“Oh shut up.”

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God damnnnnnnn son this took like two hours to write. Hopefully it’s not complete garbo

[judethejudas]

Just had 6 shots with my dad and been thinking I should expand the gayness to other horizons— AKA every fictional man I’ve crushed on.

My list:

Dead by Daylight

Red Dead Redemption 2

Left 4 Dead 1-2

Assassin’s Creed

Gotham (tv show)

Creepy pastas

Maybe some animes like Jujutsu Kaisen bc I love Geto and Sukuna

Dabi too thag man makes me feral

Okay too drunk now to remember anymore but if anyone has suggestions letme know