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Price X Plus size reader

You and Price have been aquantences for a little under a year. You're not really friends since you don't hangout one on one or text directly, you don't even really know each other that well other than names and a few stories you've shared. You only know each other because you're in the same friend group that you were introduced to by your ex, but since you really liked hanging out with them you stayed in touch.

You broke up because you caught him talking to his brother about how your "just not hot anymore" and "embarrassed to take you out" because you're gained a good amount of weight during your year long relationship. To be honest, you saw the break up coming. You hadn't gone out on a date in a month, he doesn't post you on social media or flaunt you off anymore, and the few time you've had sex he only wants to hit it from the back where you can't see his look of discomfort. But you didn't think he thought this low of you, even though you knew he lost attraction you didn't think it would hurt this bad when the time finally came.

It didn't take more than a week for him to post another girl and tell the friend group she is his new girlfriend . Part of you has a hunch he was cheating since he had a new girl so fast, either way it's not your problem anymore and you just ignore them while out with the group.

The group chat talks about celebrating one of the friends birthdays at a club down town that's known for being "fancy" since they have a dress code and only serve high end alcohol. Everyone agrees and sets the date and time. You're terrified because this will be the first time you've met up in person since the break up, and you'll be meeting his new girlfriend who from his posts is everything you are not and better. You are determined to make it look like you don't care and want to look as good as possible for the night out. You make it a mission to leave the club with a man no matter what.

You get your nails done, hair curled, buy a sexy black dress and a pair of red bottom heels. You do your makeup making your skin look flawless and lips full. With your look all together you finally feel the first bit of confidence you've felt in a while. All of the girls decided to show up together in a shared Uber so no one is left alone. When the Uber pulls up to your house and you get in all the girls scream with excitement from your look and how good you look before driving off.

When you all finally get there, all the men of the group are already there and in a VIP booth reserved for your party. All the men look handsome dressed up in their suits, including your ex. His girlfriend didn't come in the Uber since the other girls don't really like her and think she is a home wrecker so she came with your ex. And she looks even better in person. Beautiful pale skin, long blonde hair, and most of all, skinny. You immediately lost every bit of confidence you had and begin to try and cover yourself with one of the pillows on to couch.

After a bit of catching up and congratulating the birthday boy, everyone decides to go to the dance floor. Except you. You make up an excuse of your heels hurting you and say you'll have fun watching them dance while you get drunk and they seem to accept that. The second they all leave you look down and try to fight back tears but it's no use, they fall onto the pillow in your lap used to cover your stomach. You silently cry to yourself for a minute before you feel a hand on your shoulder and a dip in the space next to you. You quickly wipe your tears and look up to see Price looking down with a smile while he rubs your back in circles.

"What's wrong Lovie, why wont you go have fun?" You don't know why it took this long to realize, but he has a thick British accent and it sounds so soothing.

"I-It's nothing just having a bad day is all, I don't wanna drag everyone else's mood down with me." You say looking back down to avoid eye contact. He takes his hand off your back and uses his index and thumb to grab your chin and look back at him.

"Me and you both know what the real problem is, but it's okay i wont make you say it." He pauses for a second and you can almost swear he is looking at your lips before continuing. "You know there has been men staring at you since you walked in?"

You give a confused face before he uses your chin again to make you look around the club. Catching one man after the next all looking at you, some even have a look of jealousy with Price for being able to touch you.

"Even the devil himself..." he says before making you look at the middle of the dance floor. Your ex, completely ignoring his girlfriend basically giving him a lap dance, looking at you with his eyes as wide as can be before looking at Price with a look of hatred. You don't notice it, but price let go of your chin and wrapped his arm around you scooting closer and winking at your ex before turning his attention back to you. He leans in close to your ear as he lowers his hand down the side of your body and grabbing the fat on your hip "Ya know, a gentleman needs something to grab onto. Any man who says otherwise doesn't know how to handle a real woman." He leans a little lower to gently kiss your bare shoulder.

With your breathing picking up and your face turning red "I think we shouldn't be acting like this in public, and I've learned better than to be with guys in my friend group." You try to move his hand off your hip but he just grabs tighter and laughs.

"Lovie, Im not just a 'guy'." He puts his lips on your ear "I'm the guy who's gonna make those thighs shake in the air while you scream my name." Your eyes widen as big as ever, and your ex notices. He pushes his girlfriend off of him before marching over to the couch.

"Get your grimy hands off my girl, Y/N get up we need dot talk." He yells at the both of you. You stare at him while Price stares at you, waiting to see your response. "Pffft" is all you manage before busting into a fit of laughter, his face getting redder as the seconds pass. When you finally stop laughing you furrow your eye brows and look back up "I stopped being 'your girl' the second you decided I was too fat to be desirable. You think I haven't connected the dots yet? There no way you just find 'the one' less than a week after we broke up, I know you cheated. And I think you have some explaining to do to ms.home wrecker behind you." You point behind him and he turns around to see his girlfriend with her arms crossed and a pissed off look. Price stands up, done with the petty drama and holds out a hand towards you.

"This has been fun, but I've got real important plans tonight that I prefer to get started as soon as possible." He says while winking at you. You grab his hand and stand up with him to walk out of the club. He puts his arm back around you and squeezes your ass

"I hope you didn't spend a lot on that dress, Lovie"

[kruggers-mani]

as my favorite könig smut writer you’re the only one i trust to do dbf!neighbor!könig x early 20s!reader with the dirtiest, sloppiest, most toe curling age gap smut 💗💗

dbf!neighbour!könig?! sign me the fuck up, i could write a whole series for that filthy man!

synopsis; your father's best friend, könig, has been struggling to get himself into a stable, loyal relationship lately. luckily for him, you offer him some sort of release.

tw/cw; age gap/difference, early 20s! reader x late forties!könig, weed use, blowjob, mutual masturbation, PinV, tell me if i missed anything. MDNI 18+ 🍃

photo credits; @ave661

You've had the hots for your father's best friend for quite a while.

He doesn't live very far from you at all. In fact, he lives next door and visits your father pretty often to smoke together and talk about whatever is bothering him, which usually includes topics like König's failed relationships and inability to hold a woman for longer than a week.

Aside from wanting to rant about his horrible, fucked-up love life and to smoke weed with your old man, he wants to see you as well—maybe even more than speak with your father.

When your father is busy doing something else, like washing the dishes or cleaning his car outside, König will excuse himself to the bathroom and will sneak into your bedroom to admire the place. You have plans to move out soon, but currently, you stay with your father inside of your childhood home. König's hand "mysteriously" sneaks into your clothing hamper and begins looking for a pair of panties.

It's alright, you won't notice surely...

And you can't deny your attraction to him. The sound of his familiar, accented voice leaves your knees weak and your panties damp and soaked with the thoughts running through your dirty mind at the moment. You smile at König and talk to him about your plans for college, watching as his eyes flicker from your chest to your eyes, your nipples turning into little stiff buds at the cold breeze in the living room.

Today was like any other saturday; your father was away down the road for some beers with his other friends in the afternoon while König had just arrived home from another fucked-up date, ending like the rest of his dates have. He looks dishevelled and in dire need of some sort of release. He's visibly and clearly pent up and exhausted, rolling himself a joint to relax, leaning against his porch and closing his eyes tightly. He's deep in thought and doesn't realise that you've sneaked up on him, practically jumping out of his skin at your sudden presence.

“Shit, Mäusi— I didn’t see you there... What’s wrong, dear?” He smiles forcefully. He doesn't want to bother you with his shitty life since you're probably all worked up from college and stressed out, but you insist that he tells you what's bothering him. It doesn't take a lot of convincing since it's hard to deny you, especially when you say that you can help him if he explains.

He invites you inside and offers you a joint, in which you gratefully accept and seat yourself beside him, ready to act as a therapist for him.

“Another fucked date with another woman who seems interested in me, but actually isn’t. It seems like I can’t please any women.” He admits through gritted teeth. At the sight of his frustration, you place your hand on his thigh teasingly. “Do you think there is anything I can do to help?” You ask quietly with a mischievous and playful smile plastered on your face. Your voice is seductive and sultry, eyes half-lidded and lustful. God, You really are a tease, huh?

“And what are you hinting at, Liebling?”

König always thought he'd be the one to initiate, but right now, he was struggling to keep his composure and quickly found himself falling for your acts of seduction. You lowered yourself onto your knees and began to unzip his jeans, cocking your head to the side at the sight of his aching cock springing out in your face. You giggled while König pulled his large hands into fists, throwing his head back at the wet sensation of your lips wrapped around his swollen, weeping cock. He'd been dreaming of this moment for months, Liebe.

The things you do to König fucked-up head, Good Lord. He couldn't help the sounds of pleasure running through his lips, his dick painful at your tight grip and pleasure.

His sounds came out pained and guttural, pleased but so on edge and anxious of what your father would think about him after being so touchy-feely with his best friend's daughter. He curses himself out for agreeing to this, feeling like such a pervert despite yearning for more of your addictive, sweet touch. “Feel good?” You question him, knowing he'll get frustrated and will force your head down onto his leaking boner. He huffs and puffs, gripping your hair in a tight fist and pushes your head down with a loud moan leaving his mouth, choking on his groans and grunts.

You coat König's lengthy shaft in your spit to get him slick enough, before seating yourself onto his big lap, your hand stroking and fisting his dick. He slides his fingers into your hole with his eyes wide at the sensation and texture of your gummy walls. He chokes on his pleased sounds as you tease his tip by rolling your soft thumb over his uncut, creamy tip and feel as your folds are stuffed with his thick digits. He pumps them into your soaking cunt and admires the sticky mess left between your fingers, curling his fingers deep inside your gummy cunt.

“C’mere, Taube—Kiss me, please.” He grumbles out, getting obsessive with the pleasure you offer him. He places his lips against yours, making out with you messily and sloppy, the effects of the marijuana leaving him relaxed and at ease with all his concerns and worries forgotten about. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip while you squeeze his dick, whimpering into the sweet kiss. König's fingers begin to pump into you even faster, pulling away to beg you to sit on his cock. You're on edge and shaking pathetically, nearing your orgasm but not quite fully there.

“Sit on it, dear. Don’t be so shy, not now you can’t.” The smell of nicotine sticks to his skin, your thighs shaking as you begin to ease down onto his weeping, veiny dick. König doesn't hold back the sounds of his arousal and euphoria as it burns through his large body, bucking his broad and sturdy hips into your body while cursing you out for being such a dirty tease. You leave König totally obsessed after finally receiving some action after so long.

You bounce on his lap while he fucks his bulbous cock deep into your drooling slit. You gasp and roll your eyes to the back of your head at the ache andd pleasure between your thighs, unable to stop letting out the most perverted and pleased noises. You can feel as König hits your cervix with each thrust and his heavy balls slap against your rear as he drives his hips against your tight rear. Your eyes fill with tears at the pain and stretch, his girthy dick leaving you breathless as you admire the state he leaves your pussy in; raw and sensitive.

König can't hold himself back when you begin to lose control. Sweet, pearly droplets of your sweet arousal run down his boner and coat his length, allowing him to fuck you even harder and deeper with ease as he uses your sweet juices as lube.

“That’s it, little one—God, look how well you’re taking’ me, princess. You’re a mess, such an addictive mess, huh? You’re gonna be an obsession of mine, that’s for sure.” König grits his teeth as he bucks his hips into you even harder, his eyes shut tightly as your walls clamp down around him one last time, filled with ropes of his white creaminess. You pant and heave at the stomach bulge caused by his loads and ropes of his hot release. You grip his jaw to make out with him, your body sweaty and hot with König's cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

You have to sneak back home before your father comes back and asks what you were doing over at his best friend's house. König would be slaughtered if he found out the truth.

You just have to act all innocent, as if König's milky and potent load is oozing out of your hole and dampening your panties at the dinner table.

[kruggers-mani]

Ghost X Plus size reader

You've always been known as the "big girl" your whole life. No matter how many diets, how many sports you played, how baggy your clothes were, everyone could still tell how fat you were. You gave up on dating after the third time you got cheated on (all different guys) and just accepted that you would never be anyone's type.

Your best friend just broke up with her boyfriend who was no good for her and wanted to celebrate finally being free by going to a fancy bar to "find her a sugar daddy". You are definitely a home-body and can be pretty antisocial. She worked her charms and dragged you out of the house, even convincing you to wear a pretty revealing outfit (at least to you).

Your hair up in a low slicked back bun with dangling silver earrings and a matching necklace. You're wearing a matching two piece with the floor length high waisted skirt having a big slit down the side to show off your stretch marks and cellulite. The top coming just below your breast with your entire cleavage on display through the small panel of mesh barely connecting the two sides. The one good thing about being big is never having to worry about being flat because if anything you're worried one of the girls are gonna pop out at some point tonight. The whole thing is a dark red that compliments your skin well, which means nothing to you because you feel so insecure about the whole thing.

The problem is your best friend is a short and skinny girl who always has to fight guys off of her, you never even get acknowledged with her around. Seeing her looking perfect in her tiny dress makes you feel even worse and having to hold back tears while looking in the mirror to put your final touches of makeup on.

When you do finally get there it is much fancier than you thought it would be, it's dim lighting with gold accents on the walls. You both head over to the bar that looks to be pure marble reflecting off the jewelry of the women sitting near it. Before you even reach the bar, a man has already stopped your friend asking if she is alone tonight and would like to join him and his friends. She says yes only if you can come too, and you can tell by the look on his face he is second guessing his invitation. You don't wanna deal with the awkwardness of this situation anymore and tell her to just go by herself, she pesters you some more but you get her to stop when you make up some lie about them not really being your type (which isn't entirely wrong, but you can't really be that picky when no one wants you).

You huff when you turn around to sit at the bar and ask the bartender for a drink "something strong" is all you say before taking out your phone to call an Uber back home. This was a mistake, why did I even entertain the idea of coming here? You think while waiting for your drink.

A tall man sits next to you and puts his elbows on the bar taking up a ton of space. You get a good whiff of his cologne and you can tell it's expensive, but you don't even bother looking up to see who it is. It's not like anything is gonna come of it.

"Fuck..."

You hear in a low tone, so quiet you almost missed it. You finally decide to look at the man sitting next to you only to catch him already looking at you, but not your face. His eyes are hard locked onto your thighs that are now almost entirely out of the slit in your skirt due to you just sitting down. He is for some reason wearing a mask that covers his whole head, only showing his eyes with a skull painted on it. Not knowing what to do as you've never been stared at before you just got back to looking at the bartender and waiting for your drink.

Damn it must be busy how long does it take to make a drink? You say to yourself before quickly lancing back at the man to see if he has stopped looking at you. Only to see him now looking at your breasts that are glistening in the light and looking like they are going to bust your top open any second. You kind of like this new attention until you see him adjust himself in his pants, then it becomes too real. You finally get your drink and the man next to you orders one for himself and gets it immediately.

"Tch, pretty privilege" you say a little louder than you would have liked before sipping your drink.

"Watch it love, wouldn't want those pretty thighs of yours to get bruised." He says without even looking at you.

You look at him eyes wide at his blunt comment about your body, but this time it was in a good way. He called you pretty. You've almost never hear that outside of your family or friends just trying to hype you up. Your cheeks immediately get hot and turn red while you try to look away like his comment didn't just make your whole year. It quiet between the two of you for a while before you look back in his direction to see him not even trying to hide the fact he is looking at your thighs again. You whole body starts burning up and you look back at him and he is now looking you dead in the eye. His deep brown eyes piercing into you showing nothing but need in them. It scares you as you've never seen that look directed towards you and quickly turn your head in the other direction trying to hide your face, buy turn your body a little more towards him so he can get a better view of your thighs.

You hear a deep chuckle only making you even more nervous. You finish the rest of your drink (that was definitely way too strong but this shits expensive) and are already feeling its effects on you. Body getting hot, eyes looking more tired, getting a little light headed, but most importantly... more confident.

Without looking in his direction you slowly move your hand down your body and hook the side of your skirt slit with your index finger. There is a small pause to try and calm your heart beat, then you move your skirt out of the way to show both of your legs entirely. Still not looking at him you hear his breath hitch and become very heavy.

You've never made a man breath heavy just from looking at you, and its really getting to you. You can feel warmth begin to pool in your lower stomach making you feel even hotter. You spread your legs just a little bit, only enough for him to see the top of your black lace panties. His heavy breathing abruptly stops and you fear you went too far. Maybe you were reading his signals wrong, how could this hot guy want anything to do with you. You look down into your lap in disappointment from getting your hopes up about to run out in embarrassment until you see his rough, veiny hand. He hesitates for a moment before finally placing his hand on your inner thigh, squeezing it hard for a second before softly rubbing its up and down.

"You'r gonna have to finish what ya started, Love" He says while leaning in close to your ear.

Your best friend had gotten up to grab a round of drinks for the guys she was sitting with, and watched the whole thing unfold...

[kruggers-mani]

Captain Price X Reader

I have been reading some different writing styles and wanna try them out to see how I like them. Let me know if I should keep them or go back to normal.

Gamer Price who you met playing World War Z late one night after a horrible date. Spilling all your frustration out to a complete stranger while trying to survive a zombie apocalypse is a new low for you but you two become friends after he send you a friend request.

Gamer Price who messages you pretty much daily to ask if you’re getting on tonight and if you can join him and his work buddies in a game. Yet every time you say you’re free to join them the magically all become busy leaving you and Price to play alone.

Gamer Price who gets to know you better than your own friends after about a year of playing together almost every night. Learning small things like your favorite foods, stores, even your clothing size.

Gamer Price who convinces you to tell him your address so he can “send you a Christmas present” after being a good friend to him for so long.

On Christmas Day you end up last second staying in from partying with your friends and get a large box mailed to your apartment. You open it to see a really nice, and definitely expensive, cosplay of your favorite anime character Mirko (well known for her small, one-piece outfit to show off her toned body) sent with a wig and everything.

Gamer Price immediately getting a text message asking why he “spend so much money on someone who doesn’t matter that much” he would normally scold you for talking so low of yourself but is too happy that his present arrived in time.

You FaceTime him to thank him profusely for your gift, and you notice another small box wrapped with a note on top that reads “wait till I tell you to open”

Gamer Price answering the call with the biggest smile on his face knowing he did good for your present. You question “Hey, what’s this other small box in here it says to wait till you tell me to open it?”

Gamer Price’s smile slightly fading not from sadness, but from being nervous about his next move. He exhales loudly before he clears his throat to start speaking.

“You have been an amazing friend to me for this past year and I’ve come to realize that I really like your personality… you can open the box now” He says the last part refusing to even look at the phone while you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, thinking you already know what he’s hinting at.

You open the box to see a necklace with a tiny charm in the shape of heart with the words “my girl” engraved into it. You already knew he had feeling for you, his daily flirting and slight possessiveness was a dead giveaway but you didn’t mind. I mean he is a retired military, gamer who is really hot and really into you.

You look back up at the phone to see Price trying to hide his face with his hand like a little school boy who just confessed for the first time. You just giggle and put the necklace on before picking up the phone to take a picture of yourself with it on to send to your friends (who all said it was weird for you to fall for a guy you’ve never met and how he will never like you back because you’re too far and too young for him)

Gamer Price finally getting the courage to say some thing and ask for your answer to which you respond with “took you long enough”

Sorry this is short it’s late and I have work in the morning, plus if this does well I’ll definitely make a part 2.

[kruggers-mani]

Hey guys, I’m sorry for being literally AFK for like 5 months but school is hard….

Anyway I wanna get back to writing in my free time and need some requests, any and all are welcome. I haven’t really thought about any restriction yet but if any come up I’ll update y’all. Love y’all <3

[kruggers-mani]

COD Keegan x fem!reader

Content: smut, loss of sight, dominant Keegan

Part 2

You slowly walk over to his feet again and start working your way up his legs like you did the first time. Only this time you weren't looking anywhere other than his soldier standing at full attention. Then you get to his thighs again and every time you push your hands up his legs his member twitches. You look up to make sure he fell back asleep and decide to test something. You cup your right hand and start massaging his inner hip flexors purposely getting really close to his cock. He doesn't budge. Then you take it a step further and cup your other hand and begin to gently rub his ballsack. After a second there is a faint groan but no movement yet.

"He looks super stressed, a good release wouldn't hurt right?" You think to yourself, trying to rationalize what you're doing.

You are too mesmerized by his size to think properly and take your right hand and begin slowly jacking him off. Making sure not to grip it hard enough to wake him up, you pick up the pace just slightly as his groans turn into moans. You are fully focused on his cock, not noticing that he has woken up and is staring down at you with disbelief. You keep going before you realize the moaning has stopped and look up to be met with his light blue eyes looking back at you. Your dumbass just keeps stroking him without comprehending that you just got caught.

"What the hell are you doing?" He says in such a low tone you almost couldn't understand him.

"I-I... I'm sorry it's just you got hard and looked really stressed and I thought it would help-" You try to stammer out a sorry-ass excuse but before you can finish he raises his hand to stop you.

"You know I can get you in serious trouble for this right?" He asks while raising an eyebrow. You immediately process the gravity of the situation and clasp your hands together in a prayer and fall to your knees.

"No please, I'm so sorry. I really need this job. I'll do anything." You plead while bowing your head to the floor.

Suddenly you feel a firm grasp in your hair and your head is yanked back to look up at him. He is now sitting up with his legs hanging off the end of the table. He lets out a small laugh as his other hand grabs a hold of your jaw. You are terrified as you look back up into his eyes with pure fear.

"Hmm, be careful what you promise little one." He says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Before you can understand what he said he opens your jaw with one hand while the other uses your hair to pull you closer. Suddenly his tip is in your mouth while he strokes your hair out of the way so he can get a good view. You look up at him with those same pleading eyes again.

"Come on baby, I know you can do it. Maybe if you're good I'll give you a reward at the end." He says while adjusting himself closer to the edge. He gently starts pushing on the back of your head to try and get you started, but you quickly realize there is no way you will be able to get his whole cock to fit in your mouth. You try to compensate for it by using your younger to stroke the bottom of his cock as you bob up and down. His moans start to fill the room while he leans back to enjoy the show, and you made sure to perform. I mean you were literally sucking dick as if your life depended on it. Then he starts pushing your head farther down causing you to choke on it. There was drool dripping down your chin but you didn't care, something about this man made you want more no matter how much it hurt. He quietly giggled at your little choking noises before he suddenly pulled you off him and stood up from the table. You looked up at him confused and scared you did something wrong. He pulls your arm to help you stand up and looked into your eyes for a brief minute. You could have sworn you saw something there but it didn't matter because you were already bent over the table with your feet spread apart. His thick fingers yank your pants off of you and quickly return to feel your ass. He squishes it before slipping one finger under the back of your thong and moving it to the side. He kneels down and spreads your ass to get a better view, and boy does he love the view.

"Oh baby, you are going to have to change your panties they look ruined. You're so wet and I haven't even gotten to have fun with you yet." He says before biting your ass hard. It causes you to let out a yelp to which he laughs at. Then you see his mask land on the table right next to you.

"Put it on  just over your eyes, I can't risk you seeing my face.” You do as you’re told and slip the mask on backward so the eye hole is in the back and lift the bottom to sit just above your nose. You open your mouth to respond and say you're ready but are immediately cut off by your own moans as you feel his warm tongue licking between your wet folds. You buck your hips up so he can see your dripping pussy on full display and you feel him smile against your ass.

God this feels amazing.

[kruggers-mani]

COD Keegan x fem!reader

Content: smut , PTSD

Part 1

(You are a massage therapist at a little shop across the street from a military base. You are 26, short, curvy, AFAB.)

It was already a bad morning with your ex-boyfriend posting more pictures with his home-wrecker girlfriend, you rushing to work since you woke up late, and realizing your rent coming up with no clue how you're going to pay it. You clock in and walk back to the rooms to set up for your first appointment hoping the day will end as fast as it started. As the day goes on with the snobby, stay-at-home, trophy wives trying to pick a fight over literally nothing you are ready to get this last appointment over with and crash the second you get home. Your growling stomach can't even keep you awake, not that you could afford to do anything about it anyway.

You walk to the front desk to take back your last appointment when you see the lobby packed with giant, burly men who you assume are the soldiers from across the street.

You lean down and whisper to the lady working the front desk and ask "What's with all the soldiers here at once, are we doing some kind of promotion?"

She nods without looking up from her phone " Yeah, we said we would give free appointments today only for soldiers. Looks like all of them waited until the last second." She said the last part while giggling.

You look back up into the full lobby and notice how all of them are still wearing their military gear, with some wearing masks to hide their identity. "Wouldn't the mask draw more attention?" You think to yourself before picking up a clipboard with an appointment on it.

"Mr. Russ, I'm ready to take you back now." You say in your high-pitched customer service voice as you wave for whoever you just called to follow you to the back.

Then one of the men stood up with a low wince that almost sounded like a growl. He looked tall when he stood up, but it didn't really set in until he was standing right in front of you. He was one of the men still wearing a mask and he looked like a really dirty skeleton ski mask. His arms cross right in front of your face as a small grunt leaves his lungs. Fuck, He caught you staring.

"U-uhh sorry, right this way sir." You say in a shaky voice as you turn around to lead him back.

He follows close behind, mimicking your steps in distance and number as if he is marching. "Drilled in his head I guess," You think as you open the door and gesture for him to walk inside.

"If you could please strip down completely naked and lay down on your stomach for me, there is a towel on the table for your decency. I will return in 3 minutes, if I knock and you are still not ready just please let me know before I open the door and I will give you more time." You say your lines that have been drilled into your mind over the 2 years you have worked here. Trying to return to your customer service voice as you smile and point at the table. You leave for 3 minutes and come back with a knock and receive no answer, not even a grunt. Not sure what to do you just slowly open the door hoping to trigger a response from your customer but to no avail. Finally, you lay eyes on the table to find him completely nude other than the mask still on himself, the towel barely big enough to cover his muscular ass. His arms folded under his head with his eyes barely peeking out the side. You finally snap out of your trance to hear his faint snoring being slightly amplified by the crook of his elbow and the leather table cover.

"I haven't even started and you're already asleep, that's a new one." You giggle quietly to yourself before walking to a side table to lather your hands in oil.

You start at his feet, trying not to wake him while still trying to massage out the giant knots at the arch of his feet. Next moving up the legs, as you reach the top of his hamstrings you realize just how muscular this man is. Noticing a knot closer to his inner thigh, you start using the pad of your hands to massage it out. You kept hitting a soft patch of skin thinking it was probably from chafing as that is an issue you deal with, but you hear a breathy moan cow from his mouth and immediately realize that is not his thigh you're touching...

You begin to apologize but realize he is still asleep. Thinking that you could keep trying to get the knot out without him noticing, you go back to what you were doing trying to ignore the fact you were touching his full package. Your mind began to wander off and daydream about the thing you wish this man would do to you. You snapped back into reality when you heard a loud moan come from him and looked down at your hands to see they were no longer massaging his hamstrings, but were now cupping his junk and giving a nice rub to them.

You rip your hands away as if nothing happened and move onto his back to get away from that area. His eyes were still closed so you thought you were in the clear. You gently shake him to wake him up and he darts his eyes open in a panicked state. You were not started like anyone would think, you are from a military family and know how dangerous it can be to wake a veteran with possible PTSD.

"Mr. Russ, I am Y/N your masseuse remember? You are at Megan's Massage lounge, you are okay it's all going to be okay. Look at me you are going to be fine." You say in a calm and soothing voice as you hold your hands up to show you're not holding anything. You had to wake up your father for work after he came back from his last deployment and got used to this routine of returning him to reality and away from the war. You didn't mind, if anything it hurt your heart that you had to do this to veterans but you would do whatever it takes to comfort them.

"I-I'm sorry yes I guess I fell asleep." He says trying to avoid eye contact from embarrassment.

"Sir it's quite alright that happens more often than not, and don't worry about being startled I'm from a military family I completely understand. But if you could please roll over on your back so I could continue." You say rubbing his back to calm his breathing. He just nods and lays on his back and closes his eyes again. Your smile disappears as you look down his body to see his not-so-little friend is wide awake and moving the towel out of the way.

"God give me the strength to not get fired today."

[kruggers-mani]

Sorry everyone who has been waiting for more stories. I am a college Athlete and we are literally in the middle of season so its kinda hard to find time now that practice has started again. I’ll try to update as much as a I can, again I’m sorry 🥺

[kruggers-mani]

COD K��nig x fem!reader

Content: Possessive König, staking, smut, intoxication

Part 4 (Final Part)

His eyes widen and his pupils dilate. "W-what are you talking about?" He says with a voice so shaky you can barely understand him. "You really think I didn't know it was you the whole time? Your disappearance this morning, the handwriting on the notes, the vodka is a brand I know you drink, and you mistakenly calling my mouse at the door. You could have tried a little harder to be secretive." You say each sentence as you back him up into the bed. Then push him back so he bounces on his back and you quickly stratal his lap. "You're not the only one with a little 'bird watching' hobby." You say making quotes with your hands.

You have been very lightly stalking Konig yourself for the past month when his room got relocated 2 doors down from yours. He was a trainer when you were assigned to the task force originally but you always stuck with Ghost since he was the first to talk to you. His huge frame was what caught your eye at first, it was rare for a man to be bigger than you especially that much bigger than you. When you left the group you lost hope in talking to him but when he moved you saw it as a sign to try, unfortunately, you never had the confidence and just watched from the sidelines. You had his schedule memorized by heart and made sure your paths crossed as much as possible without becoming suspicious, and it worked. You learned his favorite foods, colors, movies, music, and all the basics. But never enough to justify starting a conversation with him. But that all didn't matter now because he felt the same if not more about you.

Konig sits up and rests his giant hands on your hips, the touch sending electric waves of pleasure through your body. You begin to grind your hips against his and feel his member almost rip his pants open, like a magnet to you that will stop at nothing to feel your insides. You look in his eyes wanting to kiss him but you are scared to move the mask. He notices and signals to cover your eyes, you grab your shirt off the floor and use it as a blindfold. You feel strong arms wrap around your waist and rough lips slam onto yours. You feel stubble scrape along your chin and upper lip as his tongue parts your lips making a forced entry before you can process what is going on. You are suddenly picked up and gently placed on the bed making sure not to break the passionate kiss you’re having you wrap your arms around his neck. Without realizing it one of your wrists is secured in a handcuff before being lifted above your head. When you realize what is going on it's too late to fight back, like you even wanted to. Your other wrist is secured into the other cuff and the cuffs are wrapped around one of the metal pipes in your bed frame making it impossible for you to break free. The kiss is finally broken and he steps off of you for a moment, a long moment. You are alone in your thoughts before you feel the bed start to dip between your legs and feel those same rough lips caressing your inner thigh. The feeling makes you shiver and moan from shock and pleasure. Konig leaves a neat trail of hickeys leading to your wet pussy before he plants a soft kiss on your already-soaked panties. You feel him smile against the thin wet fabric covering your throbbing folds. "You wore your present for me, good girls get rewarded. I think I owe you that much, little mouse." He says before tugging on one side of the underwear and you feel it loosen almost immediately, there is some sort of tie that you missed when putting it on making it so you don't have to take the whole thing off to gain access to your "goods". You feel his finger peel back the fabric and his hot breath begins to coat your wetness. There is no pause as his tongue is already exploring your folds making sure not to leave any wetness behind. He has barely started and you already feel the sensation pool inside. He can sense you already reaching the edge and pulls back, "Little mouse, you need to last longer than this if you want me to reward you. I don't like to eat my dessert quickly, I little to take my time and savor the taste." Again not wasting time to explore you folds once more. This time you bite your lip trying to keep the pleasure from overflowing so fast. His lips creating a suction cup around your folds and his tongue swirling playful circles around your clit. You’re too focused on not cumming to notice, but he begins to draw letters with his tongue on your clit spelling the words: "Cum all over daddy's face". After he finishes drawing letters he pushes your legs up to your chest to get better access to your entrance. He flicks your clit one last time before fucking your entrance with his warm tongue. It's long enough to feel real pleasure from it, and uses his finger to keep playing with your clit. After only a couple minutes of this, you are a shaking mess and tears are forming in the corner of your eyes until you can't take it anymore and become a moaning mess. The cum begins spilling out of you like water and coating Konig's tongue. You are completely out of breath and still shaking from what you would call hands down the best release you have ever had in your life. Konig smiles before pulling his mask back over his face and pulling your blindfold off. You blink a couple of times to adjust to the sudden light change and look into his eyes full of pleasure. He takes the handcuffs off and lays down next to you pulling you onto his chest. Puzzled you look up at him, "Are we not going to keep going, I thought you wanted to have sex?" You ask as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Little mouse, I said I was going to give you a reward. If I had sex with you that would be more of a punishment, once I start I don't stop." He says as he leans his head back to stretch his neck.

"God I'm going to marry this man" You think to yourself before falling asleep in his arms.

[kruggers-mani]

COD König x fem!reader

Content: Possessive König, stalking, smut, alcohol

Part 3

"What did you just call me...?" You ask with a shaky tone. That was the nickname given to you in those notes. Why did he call you that, why did he know to call you that? "Call you what? I didn't call you anything, but I did hear it was your birthday from Price. Do you wanna celebrate a bit before my shift, my work got canceled for the day so I could prepare for tonight but I already finished everything." He said with a happy tone as he gently pushed past you into your room without invitation. "Oh looks like you already got some presents, wanna take a shot together?" He says picking up the bottles on your desk and shaking them around. You slowly close the door behind yourself as you walk over to the desk and hop on top to sit only inches from him. You took some extra classes during training regarding undercover work, and the easiest way for a woman to get a man to do something for her is through seduction. You may act tough on a day-to-day basis, but that doesn't mean you are a stranger to pleasing a man. Your eyes turn a seductive color of dark chocolate as you begin to lean over in his line of sight to get him to acknowledge you. He was all bark at the door but something about you showing dominance made him start to cower away, like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time.

"Why are you running from me, I don't bite." You say in a seductive tone with a wink. He immediately sets the whiskey down and quickly takes a gulp of the vodka before slamming that down too. You are taken aback for a second by the sudden turn of events but manage to keep your act going. "Do I make you nervous Koenig?" You say as you stroke his arm. "Man, his arms are huge," you think to yourself before being snapped out of the trance. "No, but what you wearing underneath your clothes does." He says in a low tone refusing to look in your direction. You freeze for a second before looking down at your body, remembering you didn't take the skimpy outfit off before answering the door. "How does he know what I'm wearing" you think until you realize you are wearing a thin white T-shirt and can clearly see what is being worn underneath. "Fuck" is all you mutter before looking back at him with a face that clearly reads "Oh shit". He clears his throat before speaking again, "The dim hallway light made it impossible to tell, but once you sat down the light from your window made it look like you had no shirt on at all. I promise I couldn't see anything until you sat down, if you want me to leave I will." You sigh with a sense of relief, at least he wasn't stalking you and watching you get dressed. You reach over and take a big swig of the Vodka and slam the bottle down hard almost breaking it. "Holy hell that tastes like shit, why the fuck do people love this stuff?" You say as your face contorts from the sour taste left in your mouth. Konig's laugh sounds like a big boom as he finds your disgust for alcohol hilarious. His laugh is contagious and makes you start to smile, which you quickly try to hide. It's your birthday, "fuck it I do what I want" you say before taking another big swig of satan's piss and almost throwing up immediately after. After only 20 minutes of more swigs and laughs you are on the edge of being royally wasted, and find everything funny. Konig takes notice of your condition and takes the bottle away from you "I think that's enough for now, your hangover tomorrow is something I would pay to see." He says as he puts the lid back on the almost empty bottle. You roll your eyes before looking down and realizing you never changed your shirt, your underwear still on clear display. Your drunk mind is completely out of your control and bad thoughts begin to flood your consciousness.

Konig looks at you and realizes as well that he can still see your underwear, you can tell he is blushing under his hood as he turns to act like he is looking out the window. You making no noise take your shirt off and stand up to pull your sweat pants down to your ankles. "Maybe if my stalker sees that another man is seeing me in this he'll get sloppy and I can catch him." You think as you undress yourself. Konig turns back to you to ask if you could change your shirt but before a breath could even leave his lips he is stopped by the beauty standing in front of him. At a complete loss for words he begins to scan your body looking at every curve and fiber of fabric on your body, you get a little cocky and decide to give him a spin. Before you can completely turn around you hear a grunt and a low "Fuck" coming from him. When you fully face him and are able to regain focus you see the large tent still growing larger in his pants. He looks you in the eyes for a moment before asking, "I'm sorry but you're doing really bad things to me right now, can I get some release from you? If you say no I won't hold it against you, but if I stay here any longer I'm scared I might do something I will regret." Your eyes widen at his sudden professional tone and realize he is actually a good guy and doesn't take advantage of you even if both of you are intoxicated. His respect for you mixed with already existing tension between the two of you makes you almost yell at him,

"Show me how much you love your little mouse."

[kruggers-mani]

COD König x fem!reader

Content: Possessive König, stalking, smut

Part 2

You finish washing off and look around to see most of the crowd has left. Only 3 girls are using the showers and 2 drying off by the lockers. You walk back to your locker and dry off before slipping on clean clothes. You grab your phone to see another text, Price: Hey I'm giving you the day off to organize yourself. Before you try anything I locked your office and hid the key, so take the break you don't have an option. There is a soldier waiting at your door who will rotate out tonight at 20:00. Happy birthday Y/N, I know you don't like making a big deal out of it but I would hate for you not to receive a gift especially your 21st. I left a gift on your bed :)" You roll your eyes before grabbing your bag to see a string hanging out of the side zipper. Great, another one. You open the zipper and freeze from complete shock. It is your vibrator that You hid in your drawer and made sure no one knew you had, your sex life may be nonexistent by choice but that doesn't mean you don't still get urges. The string is tied to a picture, a picture of you using it on yourself while lying in your bed.

You remember that day very vividly. You had a wet dream that night and couldn't get it out of your head, so you just had to get a release to forget it and move on. You couldn't help but get completely nude and spread your legs on your bed for no one to see, or so you originally thought. You turned the vibrator on and teased yourself by rubbing it around your nipples making your pussy wet immediately. Then you move the vibrating handle slowly down your torso as you softly moan from anticipation. The second it touches your clit your eyes roll back and your hips buck down into the sheets. Long story short that was the most you ever came and it felt amazing.

The back of the picture had another note: "I promise I can make you feel better than that stupid piece of plastic, but I don't mind the show. I expect to see you in your gift tonight, I suggest you do as you're told if you don't want anything bad to happen mouse." "Great no he is getting aggressive, but saying "see" suggests he might have another camera in my room or be planning to break in again to make sure I wear it." You walk back to your room to see your old sparring partner Ghost standing outside your door. You haven't talked much since you were transferred to the intelligence department, you were still technically a soldier but no longer went on the field and worked in the office doing cyber security for missions. He opened the door for you and you could see the smile in his eyes fade fast as you began to walk in. "Why is he looking at me like he knows something bad is about to happen?" You walk in trying to ignore Ghost acting suspicious and plop on your bed. You reach over and open Price's present to see he got you a bottle of whiskey that everyone on base makes fun of him for drinking. It is some super expensive bottle that the people who have tried it say it tastes like shit. There is a note at the bottom of the bag: "You can't laugh at me if you have it too, enjoy your first drink. -Price" You smirk to yourself before setting the bottle down on your desk next to the bottle of vodka left by your stalker. You look over to your closet remembering the outfit. A moment passes with no movement. You walk over and pull the outfit off the hanger and into the bathroom. You begin to strip and try it on, and it was not easy to put on with the straps and delicate lace but when it was on it looked perfect. It looked like it was made for you, it covered all of the places where you have the most scars and fit your curves like a glove. The color complimented your tan skin making you look elegant and sexy, two things you have never even thought of when thinking of yourself. It was also extremely comfortable, it felt like something you could wear to bed without a second thought.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, you panic and throw your shirt and sweatpants back on over top before running to answer the door. It was the masked soldier you always passed in the morning. Always except today. He was wearing his normal attire except for his big vest and leg strap, you couldn't tell until now but he was very muscular. His head reaching past the door frame and eyes glaring at you like he is about to pounce. "Umm, can I help you?" You ask trying not to be rude but this was a very inconvenient Time to be bothered. "Oh I'm sorry I just wanted to introduce myself before my shift later tonight, my name is Koenig and I will be coming back at 20:00 to watch over you." He says that last part with a smile you can tell from his eyes and the way his tone changed. You feel like it is pretty weird for him to introduce himself but hear his thick German accent and think it is just probably his culture and he can't help it. You take this opportunity to ask him about this morning "Hey where were you this morning, I normally always see you but this is the first day I didn't. Did you wake up late or something?" He chuckles to himself. Before answering "Well someone is very observant, did you miss me little mouse?"

[kruggers-mani]

COD König x fem!reader

König has decided to act on his little crush he has been stalking for some time, unfortunately he goes a little too far.

Content: Possessive könig, staking,

Part 1

(You are a female, 21, high-ranking military personnel, 6 ft tall and extremely muscular, and you are a very structured person who follows routines to a T and has helped you a lot in the military; this is all just for a little bit of context)

You wake up at 0500 even though you haven't been required to since basics, but it just felt too natural to work out while it was still dark. I made you feel powerful to be ready before the sun was. You roll over to snooze your alarm that is blasting whatever Metallica song that is on rotation that day. Sitting up you rub your eyes with one hand as you stretch your other arm at the same time. It's been part of your morning routine practically. Getting up and slipping on baggy sweats because just a shorts and sports bra is not how you roll, your insecurity would never let you no matter how chiseled your six-pack may be.

The sweat dripping off your face and onto the weight room floor brings a smirk to your lips. It's like seeing a beautiful field of roses to you, the idea of your performance getting better keeps you coming back every morning. You reach over to turn your speaker off when you see a flash of light and then a shadow disappear from behind the squat rack, the lighting isn't the greatest, and lights flickering isn't out of the ordinary so you shrug it off as such. You pack your things and begin to walk out of the room when you see the door is now cracked open and currently swaying as if it was just being closed with not enough force to fully close it.

You always shut the door behind you.

It is now 0700 and all the other soldiers are beginning to get up and either get breakfast or get set up in their offices. You always pass by the kiss-ass recruits trying to grab their officers coffee or something from the chow hall to "get on their good side" as if they have one. But something was out of your routine, the tall masked soldier didn't walk past you right before you got to your door. He always nods at you 5 paces from your door as he walks to what you can assume is his office since he is fully dressed and ready. "Is he sick, or maybe he got hurt on the field? I did hear a couple of higher-up groups got sent out to deal with a royal fuck up made by the recruits." You reach your hand out to open your door as you pull your keys out of your backpack to unlock it, no need. Your door is fully closed, but it is not locked.

You always lock your door behind you.

These two events are too suspicious, so you don't even turn the doorknob to not startle who might be hiding inside. You call Price to bring some men and check your room. When he gets there you explain what happened in the gym while the other two soldiers enter your room and are about to search for an imposter but are immediately stopped by a scene painted on your wall. "Umm Lieutenant L/N, you might wanna we this" You make a confused look at Price as you turn around to enter the room, your face falls and your hands cover your mouth in awe and disgust. "You are mine, mouse" is written on the wall and big letters with black paint. Price curses under his breath as he looks at you for confirmation that this is real. He tells you to wait here while he goes and calls someone to report a possible intruder on base, commanding the other two soldiers to wait outside the door and guard. You walk around the room to make sure nothing else is touched and see your closet is open with something new hanging up, it is A dark Emerald green color, and hard to make out what it is from where you're standing. You walk closer and pull the hanger off the rack to be amazed at the very sexy lingerie in your hands right now. It looks tailored to your body which is impossible because no one has seen your body since your last relationship over 3 years ago in high school. A piece of paper falls from the hanger, you pick it up to read "I want you to wear this tonight for your birthday. Even if I can't see you I will find pleasure in thinking of you in it. Left some vodka on your desk for your first shot, happy 21st birthday mouse." Sure as shit you look over at your desk and see the big ass bottle of vodka and two small shot glasses. One full and the other empty, "Did he take a shot before he left?" You say your thoughts out loud as Price walks back in and sees what you're talking about. "Send it in for fingerprint and DNA testing, I highly doubt we have an intruder so it has to be another soldier. I'm gonna go shower in the community showers so I'm not alone." If anyone else commanded Price around they would be dead, but there is an amount of respect for you after you saved his life once and his ass a couple of times after bad missions.

You get undressed and right before shutting your locker, you get a text. Price: "Both tests were negative, but there is cleaning residue on the glass suggesting he did at one point but knew better before leaving. I'm going to be sending a soldier to watch your room 24/7 until further notice, I'm sorry but I'm not taking any chances you're the best we got." You sigh before replying to acknowledge you read his message. You slam your locker shut in frustration and walk to the showers. The other girls either cower in your presence or give looks of disgust as you walk past them. You try to put on a brave face but this is the first time anyone has seen you naked in a long time, and for a good reason. Yes, you not only get made fun of for being too manly with your height and lean body, but you have a condition that makes it impossible for your scars to heal properly so they stay visible for years longer than normal before fading. And being a boxer in high school has left you with your fair share of battle scars before ever seeing a battlefield. You could very easily be mistaken for a test or torture subject with the huge and small scars basically painting your muscles, you used to hate it but now you think it makes you look badass. You reach the showers and it is packed, there is a line to wait for an open shower head. Everyone else is gossiping and giggling with each other while you look over their heads and wait patiently for your turn. After about 15 minutes you finally get to the front of the line and start walking to the open shower head. You look around and the girls are either talking or minding their business and washing themselves, but you feel a very strong pair of eyes on you to the point you look around in a panic to see where this feeling is coming from but to no avail, there is no one looking at you and you just look paranoid looking around frantically. With the feeling still there you try your best to ignore it and begin to wash the sweat from your morning workout off. You sigh to yourself before sticking your head under the water "Why is this happening to me, of all people why do they choose me?"

[kruggers-mani]

18+ only, MDNI

I like writing mostly COD fanfics - Requests are welcome

Criticism is welcome, I know I’m no best selling author

I am above 18 but not sure sharing my identity is a good idea,

Feel free to dm me, I’m in need for more friends…

Sorry if they are a little long, I get lost in my imagination and begin rambling