A blog all about domming Masked Men: Mostly in ways classy, sometimes filthy. Reader can be a critter of any gender and trait and position, long as one thing is kept in mind: The leash would always be in your hands.
A good rule of thumb is that top/bottom (begin penetrated/penetrate) is not dominance, but sub/dom is (who’s in charge). Any requests ignorin this set would be ignored: You can find that anywhere. This is pub for my fellow niche pools of people who wanna bend mean men over the bed. Anything else, go wild. (Bdsm, noncon/dubcon, Dead dove content, anythin that doesn’t involve kids, I’m open to. All graphic content will be appropriately tagged)
Special emphasis on CoD (Ghost, Konig, Keegan, etc), slashers, and once in a blue moon, other characters.
Except lots of element of humor and graphicness. I’m but a man here to scratch an itch. MDNI.
Quick tag explanation
softcore: Typically vague, non-descript, implicit/implied/referenced sexual content
hardcore: The smut we all love and crave. Explicit as it can get, will usually be set under a line break.
Solid ones (recs): General content I approve and utterly love and/or think is of exceptional quality.
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teasing könig to the point he’s so unbearably wet.
middle finger working him through his underwear. his large hands gripped the material of his cargo pants, trying to prevent himself from squirming. könig hated heavy traffic, hated how long you’d edge him for.
he whines when you push his boxers to the side, your fleeting touch sending a shiver to run down his spine. with two fingers, you spread him open to expose his quivering hole. he wanted you inside of him so badly, have you fuck him until his brain is mush and his legs proved to be worthless.
your eyes were fixated on the stoplight and slow cars that seemed to prolong the span of his torture. könig bit his bottom lip, fighting against the urge to grab your wrist and make you cup his groin. he wanted to grind against your warm palm than to have you embarrass him by slightly dipping your fingertip into his sopping heat, giving him hope, only to immediately pull away.
unfortunately, he had to be patient. it was only a matter of time until you both arrived home, until he could have your thick cock filling his insides, until he was so horny he’d rip off the condom and cry out at the feeling of your cum painting his pretty hole white.
This post includes:Ghost, Graves, Price, Soap, Nikto, Riptide, Krueger, Konig, Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, Horangi, Makarov, Velikan, Keegan, Roach. In that order
Yes I wrote all those, yes because I haven't written in a while
Notes:
- NSFW and SFW (Bottom male and top male reader mentioned)
-since y'all like the big buff n' tall male reader, made him bigger and taller basically mixed everything I wrote about male reader, tall, big buff, big cake, big boobs it's like a package in one this will probably be the last of this type of reader since running out ideas. It was hard making original headcanons 💔💔.
-Omg I haven't written in a while so like this might get idk boring?
- Yes again headcanons,you're favs
- strictly MALE READER not Gn rn
- readers age is ambiguous but if you can't think and want an age for reader my thinking is somewhere near late 30s or early 40s
- Some of the HCS have where y'all ain't in a relationship some HCS have y'all r in a relationship
- these headcanons definitely are mischaracterized but let me pretend for a bit 💔💔
- Tiktok got to me now I have brainrot language, so Trigger warning wooohh braiinroot
- can't believe this post was long enough to make my phone lag just a lil bit
- When he first saw you of course he was 😦😧😮
GHOST
- Like okay overkill, like you're taller, buffer and probably have a huger cock??? (Something he can investigate.. For purposes..)
Like you also got smoobs?? A plumpy ass??
Like save some for the rest Jesus 😒😒
- Nonstop staring secretly ofc, You be like in a room then you feel someone staring just to see Ghost somewhere in the corner of the room. You can't tell if he's staring or not but being that you are in an empty room.. Yknow it's kind of obv--
- BUT if you are not in an empty room you will not shake off the staring I mean holy shit look at you like 😨😨🍑✋
- You can literally hear him breathing heavily under his mask like how can he control himself when HE a person who is supposed to be looked up to literally and figuratively now has to look up at YOU?? do you know what does to a person??
-That's right it makes them freaky..
-Probably jerks off to you too
- I mean who doesn't want to get railed by a 7 ft tall man? Especially ESPECIALLY when you've been the supposed dominant person your whole life??
- OMG immediately Cumming to the thought
- I mean he won't mind topping you it also drives his own ego seeing a dominant man get absolutely wrecked, imagine the begging and whining
- plus he won't mind being the person who feels protected not always doing the protecting like 💔💔 he wants to feel protected too 😞
GRAVES
- Immediate gay awakening
- thinks making his western accent more prominent would make you think he sounds more hot
- Will dress up as a cowboy and will will ask (beg) you to do it as well
- because you know.. Hat thing.. Riding.. Graves grabs your hat puts it on his head or Graves grabs his hat puts it on your head, either way one of you is riding something and it ain't a horse
- because of the amazing quote on who ever came up w/ that is "save a horse ride a cowboy"
- Graves is obviously the type of guy to look at your ass and whistle maybe slap it, nah definitely slap it
PRICE
- He thinks of you like a bear
- like You're soo- big and cuddly? Definitely intimidating
- I mean you're near the same age bracket so it's not bad to have some.. Thoughts right?
- You're definitely hairy underneath or not but pls be he wants pubes to tickle his nose
- if you don't have a beard for reader then he would KILL to see have a beard like aughh perfect bear look, if you have a beard immediately cumming(/j) or (not /j)
- Like imagine you and price who are basically like bears like parent bears and and you the other 141 boys are like your children 🥺🥺
SOAP
- DEFINITELY became more gayer
- errrmmm.. Like his eyes are BASICALLY near like chest height
- bumping into you and his face touches your chest like omgg.. Such an accident 💔💔
- Obviously flirting about going to pound town
- like imagine You and Him? In a relationship? Having the most feral sex??? Like it's obv jokes (it's not)
- He would also do anything to see a big man whimper like a little bicth slut, who wouldn't want to see a demon of a man roll his eyes back and whine like a wheoeororoe❤, I mean if he tops I'd imagine him saying "cmon you're a big boy ain't cha'? You can handle a few more inches". While you are also getting the malevolent backshots.
- He would also want a big strong arm to man handle him as he takes the most vigorous backshots known to man
- Have you ever thought or seen a very tall wall like 10 or 11 ft high and you being you, Soap asks (demands) for you to carry him on your shoulder because he wants to see what's over the wall
NIKTO
- intimidating guy and intimidating guy typa relationship but your not in a relationship.. Yet.
- watch him watch you
- shows off his knife collection to you, yes I think he has a knife collection and he will show it to people that he wants to impress (he wants to get freaky with you)
- I like to think if he strips off the gear he gives the most desperate kind of touchy hug, to those he feels close with of course which is you
- lucky you
RIPTIDE
- Offers to teach you how to swim yknow just in case
- there is none, he wants to see you wet
- tells you to wear a white shirt and shorts because its Essential for training, it's a lie he wants to see the water wet your clothes making it stick to your body.. Yknow the white shirt showing whats underneath and the shorts outlining what package you've been hiding even though you weren't really hiding it
- He gets too distracted, the others are too, he forgets how to teach you
KRUEGER
- indefinite eye contact while your doing it
- likes staring into them, if you get shy and look away he will grab your jaw and make you have eye contact with him
- angry fierce ahh eyes
- he's an emotional grumpy guy, rip off his mask and aggressively kiss his face
- He wants the after sex laying on the chest while the other is rubbing their head, goes both ways.
- trace his tattoos and compliment them the bedroom will be locked the whole day, trust 🙏
KÖNIG
- The same as Ghosts
- Imagine being the one to get carried instead of the one carrying
- König would definitely come up to you and ask to be carried while you kiss his face multiple times❤❤
- Imagine how hard he gets because you have to look down at him to talk like HNGRHRRGGGRGRRR
- Definitely likes giving you homemade arts and crafts gear because you know.. The headcanon where König makes his own gear and what if he does it for other people too as gifts💔
- likes seeing you wear his mask it makes him imagine what people see when they see König definitely a change of perspective. He can see how intimidating you are and he gets hard.
ALEJANDRO
- will definitely compliment you in Spanish when talking about you with other people even when you're in front or behind him.
- I mean you don't understand Spanish right?
- if you don't, you're oblivious and only just watch curiously on what he's talking about. Buuut but but if you do understand you don't tell him you undeestrand this thing literally feeds your ego like Alejandro thinks of you this way? 🥺🥺
- Thigh riding type of guy idc who thigh riding
RUDY
- everytime I look at him he looks like a soft vanilla type
- I know he's a strong guy but look at him
- He wants soft sex 😞😞
- He also likes being complimented if you whisper a praise to him when he's doing ANYTHING. Imagine the babies you'd both have together.
- He likes toddlers and babies and if you do too a plus for him,makes him fall even more 💯💯
GAZ
- One time he Got injured and was sitting on the floor and then He saw you running towards him he simultaneously screamed in fear and how hard he got
- Likes to style your clothes, If he was off the military right now he really really likes fashion and if he sees you.. You can't fashion and he sees you wearing.. That, He's appalled, horrified, mortified I'm over exaggerating. But he is now in charge of your fashion now, But if you do know how to style you both will share tips with eachother. You can share different tips too ❤❤
- drags you in his barracks and strips you of your clothes except shorts.. And he's telling you this because he wants to "style" you.
- We both know damn well that's an excuse to get the boombayah freaky on.. He's just to shy to tell you upfront or he thinks it's fun to tease you like that before you get freaky
HORANGI
- gets freaky..
- Like he understands the women who get all giggly and nervous when they see a big man who can destroy them (ignore König 💔)
- is definitely not above thigh crushing, boob crushing, face sitting he'd do all at as long as it's you
- Like one time he pretended he broke his leg and won't let anyone else carry him until you came, acting all princessy and shit as you carry him bridal style to the medics
- He felt like a prince omg
- will definitely get on you and treat your real life size anime men boobs as a squishy toy
- How long is it and will he be able to take it??? Who knows he will find out!! Basically searched how long can someone's cock be if they are built like a god and is 7ft tall in Google
- someone gotta tell me Horangi's height and basic Google searching ain't doing it for me I'm too lazy to search for one line of a spicy headcanon line mb
MAKAROV
- You're basically ascary dog he owns
- You're tall and intimidating
- You can get information out of people quickly
- And he's not above telling you to torture anyone with a strength and body like yours
- most of the time you get the info done and folded
- Makarov uses you for intimidation and strength buuttt if you ever THINK of betraying him he already has a plan to get rid of someone like you
- Can and will turn you into one of those supersoldiers
- Will make you murder people right in front of him for entertainment and will rewward you!
- you know what reward it will be, Because when he asked what reward you wanted you got a bit to freaky you thought you be dead rn but nah he agreed actually he seems to enjoy it more than you do..
VELIKAN
- He's the dog in this one have you heard his voice?? Rough as hell imagine hearing him grunt
- Sounds cocky as hieeeellll too
- Would definitely like showing off to you since he wants to look cool in front of you
- Like you seen velikans skins?? Definitely wears the best ones to show you he can not only be a trained assassin But can also dress cool as hell
- If you compliment him it like makes his day, will not stop thinking about it
- Like a cool person complimenting a cool person like him? Ego boost (It's him feeling gay)
- This guys definitely a smoker (headcanon!!) Because voice sounds like he smoked 100 packs in 1 day and doesn't drink an ounce of water /jk I love him he's so hot.
- So if you want a smoke he purposely hides the lighter saying.. 'Oh no I asked someone elses lighter.. I don't have mine right now' or like 'my lighter ran out of fuel ohh
- So you have to put the cigarette in your mouth as you touch it with his cigarette to light ur own that type of trope 💫💫
- If you're not a smoker he will try his best to not smoke in front of you will use fresh mints to hide his breath of smoke
- after sex he will want a smoke, outside he goes or you both share the one cigarette
KEEGAN
- is it wrong to want to be choked by a big buff meaty arm?
- yknow the tiktok thing where girls put a ribbon on their boyfriends arm and the girls just put their face in the middle as their faces get squished??
- Yeah he wants that but gay
- will try to compare dick sizes even though yours is OBVIOUSLY the superior one!!
- Heads or tails on who's bottoming tonight
- Would like to be wrapped around your arms if you are hugging or sleeping keeps him warm
- Especially when it's snowing will force you to hug with him. ESPECIALLY when your in a mission and your in the tents he will definitely force you to hug it out with him
ROACH
- remember the other tall HC where the reader wasn't taller than König
- yes roach does the same thing here.. He's crawling on you like a tree
- If he wants a kiss instead of asking he crawls up to you and kisses you
- definitely likes to sit on your shoulders as you walk around, he feels tall like that
- this is like a distance relationship 💔💔
- Likes it when you bend over to talk to him also when you bend over when youre doing sum since it's slappable opportunity
- because bent over = double D cake will be slapped
- How will it fit? By the power of friendship of course!!
- probably more of say gex desperation but you get it
Can you write a size kink scenario where Konig has anal sex with a much larger m!reader, and m!reader's cock is too big for him? M!reader is 8ft tall and built like a shot putter, for reference.
SIZE KINK
genre: smut
characters: König
A/N: I researched the size of a male 6’10 human rectum just for this post I hope you appreciate it!🐞
He was panting uncontrollably. He wasn’t used to stuff like this. His hands were shaking and he was barely able to hold himself up. Usually, it was he who was the bigger one, he never understood why his partners always asked him to be more gentle. He felt as if He couldn’t get more gentle. He always felt like they were overreacting. That was until he met you.
You had him pressed into the mattress. This time he wasn’t the one in charge. He felt humiliated that a man as huge and masculine as him was in this position. His mates dared him to go on a one-night stand with you. For some reason he accepted. He told us straight away. “I got dared to sleep with ya.” Was what came out of his mouth.
You understood right away why they dared him to do it. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t, but he was about to find out. He felt strange and embarrassed that he had to ask you to slow down. This was the first time someone had him pinned down. He couldn’t move at all.
“Common, get up sweets.” You laughed at him, teasing him. He was a dick, and you were there to put him in his place. When he eventually tried to get up, you pressed deeper into him. He made an unholy sound and completely stopped trying. Frustrated, he yelped out “How big even are ya, you monster?!”
You found this as an opportunity to tease him even more. “Desperate to find out?” “Agh! No, fuck off!” He was so pissed. So pissed that he wasn’t able to take you. “Too much for ya sweets?” He hated it when you called him that. He was always calling people degrading nicknames. Now he was the target.
He kept grunting. He knew he would win that damned dare no matter what. “Common sweets try harder.” You chuckled as you thrusted with what you felt was a normal amount of force. He didn’t feel that way. You were basically rearranging his insides.
“God damnit!” He grunted. He was close, and you could feel it. “Let it all out darlin.” “FUCK OFF!” He yelled as he came into your sheets. “You are so cute when you struggle.” Now, he had to face another problem. He was done, but you weren’t.
He felt so pathetic that you made him cum. You went a bit rougher, not caring about his well-being. Your moans filled the room as he just let you use his body to get off. He felt relieved when you finally came. You filled him up. Sperm leaking out of his asshole. You pulled out only to see his stretched anus. You had to laugh to yourself.
You got up and started putting on clothes. He felt weird that you didn’t want to stay. And that’s when he realised. That this was all fucking planned. All the things he did to people smaller than him you did to him. You were probably paid to do this.
As you were leaving the room, you looked at him. “You look like you enjoyed that way too much, so stop lying to yourself. Whenever you want to be dicked down, you know where to find me sweets.” You smirked at him. “No way that he actually enjoyed that. You had to be faking it.”
He couldn’t finish thinking when you turned to him one last time. “You asked how big I am.” He waited for a follow-up. “Looking like a puppy at me. You really have to want it inside you again.” He sighed you tricked him again. You opened the door and started to leave. You spoke one last thing before you closed the door.
Just very horny thoughts about pegging Simon cuz there aren't nearly enough fics of that on here 💔
Minors do not interact as usual 🌺
CW: pegging, self-indulgent, first person pov, sub!simon, not edited nor beta'd
I want to peg Simon and make him whimper just like I know he does. Wanna hear how much brushing over his prostate feels for him, make him beg for more, please love, please— oh god harder. Fuck me harder, feels 't fuckin' good, baby.
Wanna watch his pretty brown eyes roll back into his skull with pleasure, mouth open slightly to let out obscene pants and whines. His cock, completely untouched up until that point, has been steadily oozing out viscous globs of precum at the stimulation, the tip of his gorgeous cock shiny and red. Giving the poor thing a couple good tugs from the base to his slippery head has him whimpering and shaking on the mattress. Maybe that was the last push Simon needed in order to cum; his brows furrowing and mouth stretching into an imperfect 'o' from the scars, and he's never looked more beautiful in that moment. Sweat rolls down his neck and after coming down from his high, suddenly looks very bashful and seemingly aware of the unholy sounds that escaped his mouth minutes earlier.
Fuckin' hell, don't look at me like tha', sweetheart.
König is a big man, and with a big man comes a big appetite. We’re talking about a 6’10 man constantly maintaining his peak physique. He needs to be consuming as many calories and as much protein, carbs, fats, fiber and more to keep himself in fit and fighting shape.
At the canteen, he’s a nightmare. I bet that people rush to the cafeteria just to make sure they get something to eat before the big man on base rolls up. He’ll clear out the bins if he gets a chance. There’s a rumour on base that the reason König fought so hard to climb the ranks so quickly was just to be able to eat more and get away with it. Little do they know that they’re absolutely right, but König will never say that out loud. Ever. There’s some secrets you take to your grave.
Either way, König is a menace in the canteen. He’ll pile his plate as high as he can when he gets a chance. He’s packing away all he can get in the shortest amount of time he can, and everyone has to suffer for it. The worst part is that everyone has to rush to get to the caf before König, and König knows exactly what others are doing, so he’s in a daily race against the entire base to eat his fill. It’s always a photo-finish to see who gets to the cafeteria first. König currently has been slacking, so he’s not been eating like he normally has. Is he mad? Not really. He’ll clean out the snack cart later.
He’s a monster late at night. Everyone knows that you need to leave the big man to his snacks, lest you face the wrath of the colossus on base. Well, wrath in a peculiar way. He just gets quiet and angry, but it’s still not a fun experience to try and fight him for a sandwich. If you take the last egg salad sandwich you’ll be at the top of his shit list for the next week. Don’t even think he won’t track you down. He’ll throw around his rank just to get his hands on the poor bastard. Nobody is safe, either.
Stiletto only once took the last pudding cup. Once. She never made that mistake again. For a week he was giving her dirty looks over a cold shoulder as he bumbled down the hall. She eventually had to give in and sacrifice a desert to be able to get back in his good graces. She still thinks he’s a massive bitch because of it. And you know what? She’s right. Everybody knows she’s right, König included, but he’ll keep going after whoever ‘steals’ ‘his’ snacks. They get along a bit better now that they’ve both advanced in rank and worked together, but there was a good period of time where Stiletto had to sleep with one eye open.
It gets a bit better for everyone when König finally finds a partner and doesn’t stay on base so often. Everyone takes a moment to pray for the poor soul who has to cook for König whenever he gets home from deployment.
See, during deployment, König can’t be such a massive bitch about food. He gets his rations, and that’s that. He can’t steal from anybody else, so he gets stuck with these pitiful MREs that barely fill him up. It’s miserable, and he’s losing weight like crazy when on the field. He’s running on fumes and burning calories like crazy as he’s risking his life out there. It’s gotten to a point where König has taken to eating with hostages post-rescue to ‘help them feel safer’ (read: get more food into his gullet). Thankfully, he puts his best foot forward when dealing with victims of trauma and ensures that he has somebody else do all the socializing while he plays with the kids after dinner. Apparently, after the inevitable shower of tears whenever kids have to face König, he becomes pretty popular. They love to use him as a jungle gym (and make fun of him) and he’s just happy to get more to eat. He’ll take being called ‘bigger than even my dad!’, being told ‘you’re weird’ or being asked ‘why are you so big and scary all the time?’ any day for a little extra to eat. He can tolerate a few kids. He won’t ever admit that hanging around them makes him want some kids of his own, or at least not to Horangi, who’s already teasing König about being a surrogate father to the kids. König tells him to keep it to himself, but Horangi is already buying things for the baby shower.
Once König finally comes home, that’s when all Hell breaks loose. This man has been starving and he needs food NOW. He won’t take no for an answer. If you don’t have something prepared, he’ll be ordering a massive order of takeout the likes of which you’ve never seen before in your life. He’ll hit multiple places on his way back to your place if he doesn’t think you’ve been able to get something together for him. If you can’t cook, he won’t even bother telling you to cook for him and just focus on getting a whole banquet of junk food ready for when he arrives home. He brings the pizzas in the door before he even brings in his own bags. You’ll have to go out and grab his bag as he sets up his personal buffet table. The worst part is despite how much he can shove down, he always buys more than he can eat, so you’ve got a couple of days worth of food to shove in the fridge at the end of the night.
If you can cook, this is a multi-day experience. Is it rewarding? Absolutely. Is it painful? Abso-fucking-lutely. He’s got you slaving for hours a day just to get him a nice home cooked meal. You’ll be going all out to get him a big enough meal. We’re thinking a tray of mac and cheese, a whole roast chicken, easily a handful of loaded baked potatoes. If you have something from your traditional cuisine, he’s not picky, he’ll gobble it up in a heartbeat. Knowing you made it for him is more than enough for him. Food is the way to a man’s heart, some say, and König will never let you go if you treat him like the king he is.
The good thing about cooking König such a big meal is that he gives back. He’s not a fan of cooking, but for the next few days he’ll take over cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. It’s just an easy way for him to give back, you know? He can’t thank you enough with words, so why not with actions?
But the best part of König giving back is that he’s an excellent cook. He cooks mostly traditional food from his culture, but he’s down for some french or italian cooking if you’re into it. He can make a mean lasagne. He does not skimp on the cheese, this man. No he’s a cheese fiend. If you’re lactose intolerant, you’ve got another thing coming for you. He will hand feed you lactaid just for the meal. If you have a dietary restriction, he’ll learn how to cook your types of meals in abundance. He’s perfect that way. Vegetarian, vegan, keto, no matter what, he’s got your back. He’s learned how to make an excellent spread for a dinner party, and part of learning to cater to others is to work around other people’s diets; his mother drilled that rule into his little head as a kid. He does it without complaint, too. For at least a week after coming home, he’s just so happy to be around food in abundance again. He’s absolutely thriving in the kitchen before the thrill wears off and he’s back to avoiding cooking like the plague again.
He loves to eat, but usually hates to cook. He’ll mostly eat takeout until he actually has to eat a nutritious meal again for a change. It’s not that cooking is awful, it’s just that he hates doing the dishes. He’d be far more inclined if he didn’t have to do the dishes afterwards. If you take over dishes, he’ll definitely step up his game for the both of you.
All in all, König loves to eat. He’s a big man with a bigger appetite, as hard as that is to believe. Once he retires he has to learn to cut back a fair bit, but he never loses his taste for sweets and snacks. It’s just something you’ll have to learn to live with.
This is more an amused observation than a genuine complaint, but the main reason why I started this blog (outside of the drought of sub!masked-men content) was the amount of time I’d settle in with no-think-only-hump reptilian mode for some good smut, but would hit sentences/dialogue/plotline so absurd or OOC, it’ll just stomp any boner I had and make me go “he would not say that” or“that is literally impossible”.
It’s a bit lurid, since porn really are just for fantasy. As long as it gets the sexies off, you don’t need much else. But I suppose I’m just sort of snoot that needs deep character, personality and growth to really get off. As I’m just curious, tell me if you ever had the same “issue”/mindset when it came to content as this.
A/N: Another quick Drabble pls excuse any mistakes and I hope you enjoy!
Thinking about König having a size kink, likes to watch himself in the mirror while you fuck him, likes to see how completely engulfed he is in your embrace while you’re thrusting your cock into his hole.
Thinking about König with a size kink having an obscenely large dildo collection just to better prepare himself for your cock, using them while on the field and sometimes when on leave but even with all that prep he can never escape the pleasant burn that comes with taking your length. He especially loves using his dildos while on leave because you’re there to help him, sticking them to the floor, grabbing ahold of his shirt to help him up the toy only to roughly push him back onto them.
Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you point out how small and cute his cock is, purposely wearing your clothes that are way too big on him, that drown him completely, with the tip of his dick just barely peaking past the clothing, having you point out his little size while he’s riding your cock even going as far as lightly flicking it and having him turn so red and fucking embarrassed but quickly cumming from sheer humiliation.
Thinking about König with a size kink who loves it when you tease him, loves it when you painstakingly slowly slide your cock into his hole, because it takes so long for you to bottom out, makes him feel so delirious, so full, while slowly being skewed onto your cock
Thinking about König having a size kink, and forcing him down on all four, having him take your cock down his throat, not allowing him to use his hands even though he can’t even get half of it down his throat, and he’s spluttering and chocking, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and lips stretched taut around your fat cock, while doing his best to make you cum with his mouth.
Thinking about König with a size kink who also likes little prep as possible wants to feel the burn as you bottom out, wants to feel like you’re stretching out his little hole, and leaving it gaping open.
Thinking about König with a size kink who loves when you take him on the floor, loves to be pinned onto his stomach, engulfed in your form, makes him feel so small and he absolutely loves being forced into such humiliating position.
● None of your jokes, even your best ones (in your opinion) amused him in any way.
● Sometimes, when he was in a good mood, he might snort quietly, but no more.
● When the two of you are alone at your house, you can see the smirk on his face without a mask.
● You like to make him smile.
● He doesn't notice it himself as an affectionate smile slowly blooms on his lips as you hug him, sitting on his lap while he watches TV.
● If you're lucky, he'll smile at your laughter, thinking it's the most beautiful sound in the world.
● Once you were able to make him laugh.
● It wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. You were having dinner at your apartment. You told him a silly, almost embarrassing joke that you yourself didn't think was particularly funny.
● And he laughed.
● He had a husky, guttural laugh.
● Sometimes he gasped and at that moment he whistled.
● It was hilarious and you can't help but start laughing.
● It was as if he himself was frightened by the sound, he covered his face with his hand and you could see how red his cheeks turned.
● But he didn't stop laughing.
● He put his elbow on the table and put his face in his palm, still shaking.
● Well, you found his weakness. Honey-eater anecdotes.
König
● He smiles all the time when he sees you.
● Even though you can't see his mouth, you can see his eyes. And they always crinkled under his mask when they were directed at you.
● He had a beautiful smile, warm and toothy.
● He wasn't shy about laughing, but he tried to do it quietly.
● He didn't like to draw attention to himself, so he covered his mouth with his hand to muffle the sound.
● But in private, he was very loud.
● His laughter was like the roar of an airplane engine bursting out of his huge chest.
● It could be heard for several rooms around him.
● He would slap himself on the knee or slap his hand on the table or any other surface that was near him.
● If someone else hears him laughing, he is sure to get scared and run away.
●Sometimes he laughs until his stomach hurts, and then he will complain about it.
●He has a really infectious laugh.
●He very likes videos with funny animals. Especially dogs.
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Simon is that one person whose facial expression (or lack thereof, depending) unintentionally makes for good reaction pictures, and as a result, you have a whole ass folder on your phone specifically for this.
His face stays on some Real Confused Ghost Shit™ because of the shit he sees and hears daily.
“If we do this,” he says around his cigarette, “then we do it my way.”
“I’ve never done this before,” you admit cautiously, turning your hands palm up as if to show you have no weapons, no tricks up your sleeve. I’m innocuous, your posture says. His own says: I’m still deciding, with his tense shoulders and narrowed eyes. “This weird, femdom thing. So I appreciate your guidance. Because I know fuck all—“
“You’re no femdom—Jesus, fuck, I can’t talk about it anymore,” he grits out. He takes a step back and away, creating distance, exhaling a plume of smoke that makes him look strangely ethereal in the evening light. Against your will, your eyes flicker down to just below his belt buckle and oh god. He’s hard.
“Just from talking about it?”
The look he gives you could melt ice. It could sublimate it. You cringe, knowing you were in the wrong, wishing you could reach out and snatch the words right out of the air. He’s trusting you with this. The last thing he needs is to feel like a joke.
“I’m sorry,” you say. “I shouldn’t have—you’re not a, a science experiment or something—“
“Wouldn’t mind that so much. Might figure out what the fuck’s wrong with me. Less interested in being treated like I’m part of a circus troupe,” he grumbles. He drops the cigarette and grinds it to ash beneath his boot. He asks: “Inside?”
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Gingerly, so gingerly, he undoes the button of his jeans and unzips them. He holds his breath as he works the denim down his thick thighs. God, is he built: muscles made for more than just show. His history is inscribed on his body in its strength and in its scars, scars of white and pale pinks that darken to purple in the lamplight. He’s wearing boxer briefs, straining at the front from his erection, and they are soaked. You’re surprised that he hasn’t soaked straight through to his jeans.
“Don’t look,” he grits out through his teeth. You look away, unsure where to cast your eyes to, and settle for shutting them. He explains: “Can’t take the way you’re looking at me.”
“Sorry,” you mutter, feeling your face flush hot.
“Just—let me—” you hear the sound of fabric rustling. He kicks off his jeans—you can tell by the soft sound of them landing against the floor off the side of the bed. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” you ask, eyes squeezed shut, hands clenching in your lap.
“Nothing just—fuck. No way I’m going to last.” He sounds bitterly disappointed.
“That’s the point of this, right? To get better at lasting?”
He sighs, a long-suffering sound, like this discussion is well worn and frustrating to him. Something in you shrivels, and it takes your body with it as best as it can, sending your shoulders hunching inwards, your head ducking down. You pick at one of your nails by feel alone, eyes still closed, and nearly jump when his fingers brush your knee.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “You’re right. That’s what this is for. Might as well get used to embarrassing myself.”
“That’s the spirit."
He snorts. More fabric rustles, and at length he says: “Alright. You can look. Just…you can look.”
You open your eyes hesitantly. His cock is right there—and Jesus. It makes sense, proportionally, but it is frightening in a very real sense. You’re already doing the math, measuring in your head and comparing to your past precedents. Ghost would have them all beat, quite comfortably, in length and girth. He’s cut, which surprises you, but isn’t a turnoff. He keeps himself landscaped nicely, which you appreciate, even if it isn’t necessary.
He is flushed a ruddy pink, the head darker than the rest. As you stare, it jerks, a bead of precum welling at the tip. Suddenly one of his large, scarred hands reaches down and grips the base of his cock in a painful hold, hissing in a breath through his teeth.
“Can’t look at me like that,” he admonishes again.
“Like what?” you ask, a little defensive. You’re just looking! You have to look, right?
“Like you want it,” he mutters.
God, does he really have no idea? No inkling of how badly you want to sit on that monster in his hands? No notion of how wet you’ve been since your conversation in the parking lot? Sure you aren't like him, not about to spring off if the breeze was just right, but you are anything but unaffected. Still, it seems like the wrong moment to educate him on your attraction to him and his cock, so you do your best to morph your expression into one of unimpressed ambivalence and hoped it helps.
“I’m ready when you are,” you say, interrupting his deep breathing exercises. He nods but doesn’t give you the go-ahead, not for another minute or two, until his chest stops heaving and he can remove his hand from the vice grip he has around his balls. His cock has a near purple tinge, and you wonder if maybe he should have rubbed one out in the bathroom beforehand just to take the edge off. Oh well, it’s a thought for next time.
“Go ahead,” he says, like he’s giving you permission to pull the trigger on him during a game of Russian Roulette.
You reach out—his cock twitches, a nice warm welcome if you’ve ever seen one, but you hesitate. Your hand is dry. Should you ask for lube? How does he usually jerk off? Dry? You have a feeling he doesn’t mind the discomfort; he seems like he has a self-destructive streak a mile wide. His eyes are fixed at a point on the ceiling, his chest unmoving as he holds his breath. You decide that some sort of lubrication is better than none—so you lick a broad stripe up your palm.
“Fuck,” he whispers, a little punched-out sound. Sometime between opening your mouth and licking your palm, his eyes had transferred from the ceiling to your face, to the flash of your tongue and your wet palm. His eyes widen, irises swallowed up by the pupils, and he says again, more urgently: “Oh fuck.”
He reaches down to grip the base of his cock again, but it is too late: he cums. His abs are thrown into sharp relief as he tenses with each pulse, cock jerking against his brutal grip. He doesn’t even jerk himself off—just ruins it as you stare with your mouth open and your hand wet, watching him splatter seed against the coarse line of hair that runs from his belly button to his cock all because he watched you lick your hand.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, throwing one arm across his eyes, breathing heavily. His mouth is flushed a pretty red, like he has been kissing. His hand clenches into a fist as he says: “I’m sorry. I tried not to.”
“It’s okay,” you say, your nearly brain blue-screening from how turned on you are. You lower your hand and wipe it dry on your leggings. “That’s what this practice is for—so you don’t do it when it really counts. We can try again tomorrow or something.”
He snorts. “Tomorrow? Give me five fucking minutes.”
Hypes himself up before anything (still stands in a corner)
Cannot write in a straight line
Tries to begin a book, closes it within 3 minutes
Likes hockey, believes he would be a hockey player in another life (true)
Price
Gets a new hat from Soap every Christmas/birthday. They’re all fucking stupid too (ex. Price has a hat that says “this is what a cool dad 🔥 looks like”. He’s not a dad.)
Hates pickles
Shaves his beard into weird ass shapes and sends them to the team before shaving it all (they like the mustache)
Fishes in his free time and takes a picture with every fucking fish
Uses emojis (most used: 😂🧐🫡🇬🇧)
Soap
Unironically 🤨 when he doesn’t understand something
Posts on Facebook every once in a while
Gets VERY mad at board games
Eats like a starved man (he just ate an hour ago)
Over seasons his food religiously
Ghost
If children are staring at him he will stare back
Texts ominously…and dry. So dry. (Ex. Hasn’t texted you for months and then suddenly “Hi”. Nothing else.)
Cats rub on his leg and he feels a little bad about leaving them so he gives them a little scratch and an “I’m sorry”
So bad when people vent to him. (Side hug) “I’m sorry…Uh, that’s tough. Yeah, real tough.
Takes aggressive showers. Scrubbin REAL hard
Gaz
Has eaten the same sandwich for lunch since 7th grade and swears up & down his mom makes it better
Looks like he forces a smile in every picture
Football player in highschool but he was kicked off bc he assaulted a guy who said a few things to him
He doesn’t know how to react when being flirted with. “Haha thanks runs away”
One time he asked Soap what skibidi meant and they both didn’t know so they looked it up and now they both are well educated on brainrot terms
Some weird amalgamation of prompts, drabbles, and headcanons all at the same idea. This threeway may not quite be the best idea. Varying from sfw, crack to nsft. Gender neutral.
> PETNAMES. (and pets.)
Ghost: Petnames are not his suit. Dear, darling, it's words that simply don't come out of his mouth. Likewise, not affected by pet names. It's not about the words that matter, but the cadence, the intent, the intonation. Distant and cold, or respectful and playful? You'll need to get a master's in Ghostology to discern those small, imperceptible changes. The slight pause before he drops a name, the loudness of his restrained voice, the most fickle of reserved affection.
His true weaknesses lie not in the words, but in how you speak them. Softly, gently call him "Simon" in the morning for the desired effect. (Blatant black cat who knocks over mugs. Could present him with the most luxurious bed and he'd be found sleeping in a moldy box. Looks utterly uninterested when given affection, but wait for you the entire day when you go to work)
Konig: This man. This man is a raving hopeless romantic and an obnoxious clinger. A severe case of "Baby's first serious relationship", he's launching all romcoms he watched onto you with the boasting energy of ten suns. For a long, long time, prior to meeting you, repression was a good antidote of his. In the face of failure, in losing things for devoting himself to his career, he jarred those fears and strode with silence.
With that gone, he comes to feel. And boy, does he feel. The man clumsily, enthusiastically, impulsively showers you in love. Schätzchen, Schnuki, and of course, Liebling. Would try to learn endearment from your native language if you’re foreign. Even amidst the honest blunders and overbearing presence he has, certainly, you won’t be in any short supply of loving talk around him.
However. You’ll need to learn some restraint around him. One simple endearment, even something stupid as bae, would have him explode on the spot. Buckling knees, gleaming eyes, near heart attack from dopamine hyperdose. Treat with caution. Lovingly. (Octopus. The big majestic sea beast with knack for vengeance, but deep down, in his most authentic self: A dumbo octopus. Would cling to you for hours on end with those big, dumb eyes looking at you reverently the entire time)
Roach: Would call you pookie. (Cockroach with a bow tie who somehow has an personality and follows you around) (I just love him, he deserves an entry)
> ALIENLOVERS.
It's a flying saucer! It's a green blob with sexy abs! For a game of switcheroo, this round, you're the monsterish, ghastly alien this time. Various scenarios toying with this idea, described below.
1. You are an alien. An alien who, out of all things, takes the shape of a broom. A simple broom with a wooden handle and a hay head.
You may not speak or harbor sentience in your form, but one thing could be certain: You're a smoking hot dreamboat. Ghost is suddenly very adamant about janitorial duties. Soap leans against you, tilting you against his shoulders, asking if you come around often. Konig sensually holds you down and lowly murmurs to you about the time he got beaten with a broom when he was a kid. The entire team that retrieved you can't help but bend a knee, and the only one spared of your charring good looks is Price.
In the tiny tinfoil hat that protected him from whatever mind herpes you seeped, he is very stressed and disturbed, trying to ensure no man-on-broom action happens on base. Crack, can nearly include everybody on the list. Potential crack smut.
2. You are an alien. You are big and grotesque, a pulsing form of lifeform assembled of veiny, thick tentacles, resembling the mythological werewolf- And, yeah, yep yep, you fuck.
Think you understood where this was going the second I dropped the word tentacles. A different scenario, where the team sent to retrieve you gets poached one by one, until there's only one man left standing.
Each different soldiers get a different last standing. [ Saucy content and Dubcon on forward. ]
Ghost would defy till the end, keep running till he's literally slammed down by the throat. All "last moments" bravado, spatting venom and clocking even his empty rifle, all unit; a tentacle ram down his throat. Heavy Dubcon, lots of fighting, blood kink and fuck-and-die situation. Eventually, it lasts for ends and Ghost's adrenaline fades: Orgasm torture sets in. Where Ghost wilts from an unshaken, respected serviceman to a convulsing, jolting, fucked out mess on the floor.
Konig on the other hand, similarly fights, but not to the sheer ferocity Ghost does. Mostly because he's shaken by the death of his crew, and the fact that he, a nearly 7 ft tall man, is held down like he's a frog. His stature had assured him the comfort of leverage, where any one-to-one scuffle leveraged to his favor. But now, even the simple act of turning his head and looking up at you is revoked.
He's chest-down against the floor, wrists bound behind his back by tentacles and so much more over him. He can't even breathe. The sheer futility, the complete constriction of his form. You can see where this goes. Heavy Dubcon, bondage, and potentially, oviposition/breeding. Potential tears and choking included.
Many more examples and characters would've been written (Keegan, Roach, etc), but for the sake of not stretching this section too long, I'll cut it here.
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It’s 2 in the morning and for now, have these thoughts that’s festering in my mind for a month. Would come back next morning to fix this up, since you could probably tell I wrote this sleep-deprived.
Except some of these tangents to be expanded into an actual full story someday, or get an electric boogaloo to this post where I explore other characters I missed instead.
Entirely feel free to hijack some ideas and write them: The only thing I'd ask is you to tag me so I may read them.
Konig has a very, very conflicted relationship with submission.
Independence is not exclusive from wanting structures to obey. It's why he's snug and relaxed in the military hierarchy: He has a clear place and name, while still having a figure to follow and report to.
The biggest thing that impeded Konig from trying a game of mounting with you was his frail pride. Oh, his pride. The man has the nasty ego of a nerd-turned-frat. Convincing him alone took a month of carefully placed hints and suggestive words to have him skeptically consider the idea.
So, out of goodwill and (mainly) to ensure he doesn't stomp away flustered mid-session, you opted to treat him gently. Make it feel like a situation he can partake in with dignity, not have it ripped off of him.
The first time it happened, to anyone of less experience, Konig might've looked unimpressed and at worst, constipated. You never had him this quiet, nothing but his piercing, consuming eyes observing every move. For the first time in your life, as you prepared yourself and squeezed lube into your hands, you felt daunted by him.
However, eventually, you realize a thing after the initial suspense passes. In solid 5 minutes, Konig has done absolutely nothing but lay supine, legs just silently spread.
The ruthless sniper of Kortac is a pillow princess.
But you're a soldier of your words. Stripping him naked all except the mask on his face and his socks, holding his leg open, you planted kisses on his neck and sunk in. That is when he stops being quiet, as the lewd sound of wet plops and whines (whines) fills the room. Konig came barely minutes later, his leg tensing and his head thrown back. You take him only on a second round, feel this goliath of a man arch his back and palm at you until too shortly, he comes again. You lay down against him and softly caressed his back as he shakingly breathed in and out. That’s how it was. Brief and soft.
Outside the power trip of fucking a man taller than a door and the tantalizing sight of his fucked-out eyes, it was... pretty disappointing sex. You could admit that.
Short and sweet, certain, but you had to jack yourself off afterward and you were certain this was the only time Konig would bottom to you again.
That is, until two days later, you nearly killed Konig flinging a cup of water at him when you found him casually sitting on your barrack bed in complete darkness.
Jesus christ, you're more than open to dom him once more, but couldn't he found any more normal way to ask that?
However, that complaint perished quick on your tongue as Konig tugged at your wrist and reticently pressed it down against his abdomen, pulling you into his open legs. You felt the outline of his abs, his fuzzy happy trail, a shy little bulge in his boxers. God bless his soul, he lasted just a bit longer and held on just stronger. The bed mildly shook as you roughened your pace. He shed tears and wheezed like a particularly pathetic animal, burying his face in the crane of your neck, squeezing your back. He lasted three rounds this time: For that little tenacity, you rewarded him with a good boy. Shivers ran down his spine like he climaxed again. Satisfaction warmly swelled in you as you gently flipped and big spooned him that night, pleasantly spent and exhausted.
That is until you found him in your barracks again next evening. You pushed him out, told him you had patrol tomorrow. Then he was there the next evening. Then the evening after that.
Something in your dynamics irreversibly changed after what happened, that was assured and guaranteed. The package of "Fucking your coworker till he cries" came with a warning label, loud and clear. Hell, you even calculated for it and wrote down all scenarios, of everything that could possibly branch and happen. Maybe he’d be respectful of it, have some maturity, or he’d avoid the topic entirely. The most annoying it'll get is he’d distance himself, or worse, antagonize you. All you expected and didn’t particularly care for, outside of professional reasons. But out of everything, Konig turning up every night hands politely set in his lap is the thing that shakes you off your feet. The sniper had become disturbingly benign, acting more like an awkward teenager than the self-assured bastard he once was.
He was different. He didn’t call you every synonym of an imbecile when you missed a shot. Offered to take your night shift when you bitched about begin too tired for it. Weird backhanded words of admiration that both praised and called you a bitch. In one of the nights he arrived, he had lit candles. Not just any candles. The sexy, rose-scented, red valentine candles. It was getting weird.
You finally fully realized the gravity of the situation on Pizza day. At lunch, he silently shared a piece of his pizza with you. You looked at him agape with horrified eyes.
