#krueger call of duty

[milomossy]

Just Nikto is trying to feed Krueger with weird russian food

- wtf is this?!

- cabbage rolls. open your mouth.

- no! i'd rather die

[konigsblog]

kidnappers krueger sending videos of konig’s favorite girl being used and treated so roughly??

tw: non-con, kidnapping, bondage. 🔞

while he's away on deployment? he'll cry, he can't bear to see his favourite dumb girl be treated in such a disgusting, brutal manner. :(

könig is so gentle with his captive, while krueger is nothing but cruel and violent, degrading and humiliating. he finds a sick and perverted form of enjoyment and pleasure in treating you as if you're some kind of sex doll, manipulating your body into different positions, slapping his weed tip against your cunt again for another round while recording for könig.

he uses bondage to restrain you, while könig usually uses his bare hands to pin your wrists now, whispering sweet praise and apologies to you. now, under the control of krueger, you're gagged and bound, wrists tied together and your nipples sore from being toyed with. your eyes are wet from sobbing, krueger telling you to smile while he fucks you brutally, a tear rolling down your cheek slowly. each thrust is harsh, the head of his lengthy dick smacking against your cervix, bruising it with his pace.

oh god, könig is heartbroken seeing his angel be treated so inhumane, as if you're not worthy of respect.

fuck, as soon as he's home, he'll coddle you and won't let krueger near you for days, perhaps weeks, telling you how apologetic he is for leaving you alone in the presence of krueger without his protection, holding your tightly and watching you squirm when he touches your achingly sore cunt, admiring how ruined you are.

[alkern]

[machveil]

Can't believe you're gonna make me simp for this man while I'm at work-

LET ME KISS HIS SCARS BETTER REPEATEDLY DAILY ON THE BED ON THE DESK ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER WHERE NO GOD CAN SEE OR JUDGE I WILL WORSHIP THE MAN WITH WAR WOUNDS THE WAY HE OUGHT TO BE -🐸

Kiss it Better

sometimes a kiss makes things feel better— or a few dozen! headcanons for smoochin’ their scars: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, König, Sebastian Krueger

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley has been on the receiving end of a lot, he’s used to it - mishaps during training, wounds during deployments, not to mention the occasional bumps and bruises from daily life. what he wasn’t used to receiving was the feeling of your lips on the rough, patchy parts of his skin

”What’chya doin’, love?”, voice warm as he watches you press kisses to his scarred chest. he’d told you about some of them, grazes and nicks, close calls with blades, “Nothing, Si.”. a content hum resonates in his chest, a hand resting on the back of your head as you continue - kissing from scar to scar

he was indifferent towards the scars - a part of his job, but when you littered kisses over them? the warmth that bloomed in his chest was welcomed. lounging in bed with you, the tv idly playing in the background as he combs his fingers through your hair, the domestic moment is pure bliss for Simon

pressing his own kiss to your hairline, he cracks a smile when you chuckle, nipping at his collarbone. “Careful, you’re supposed t’be kissin’ ‘em, lovie.”, he says, tugging your hair a little.

“Could leave a couple new marks for you.”, you mumble, smiling against his skin when he gently scratches your scalp

John “Soap” MacTavish:

for every kiss you place on his scars he’s doubling them and giving them back. Johnny is a sucker for when you kiss his scars - getting them can be horrifying depending on what happened, but when you’re pecking his arms? peppering kisses over his scarred muscles? he’s thinking about banging his knee into your coffee table ‘accidentally’ so you’ll kiss it better

“Wait, go back— missed a spot, mo ghaol.”, Johnny happily says, hand cupping your chin as he smiles at you, guiding you to press a kiss to his shoulder. the scar is barely visible - probably a nick from training or bumping into something, but he’s more than happy to feel your lips against the small mark, “Ya started this, gotta kiss ‘em all.”, he insists

he’s living for the attention, thumb pressed to your cheek as he gently guides you to each scar - some completely visible, others you have to squint at. and he’s gushing, cooing sweetly at you about how nice your lips feel against his skin, how you should do this more often

and he when you’re done? he’s pressing you down against the couch, a hand holding your wrists above your head as he kisses you silly - he’s laughing, dopey smile on his lips as he sloppily pecks you. “Hold still, mo chridhe! You’re squirmin’ too much—“, he chuckles, accent thick between quick kisses

“John! John— let go! It tickles!”, you complain, his stubble rubbing against your neck as he playfully bites at you

König:

it took a while for König to reveal his marred skin to you - scars, freckles, and moles all hidden beneath his uniform and civvies. despite his confidence and cocky nature as a Colonel, behind closed doors König worries. ever since his childhood people had pointed and mocked him, and back then he wasn’t charging into the field receiving wounds

but he trusts you, and when his sniper hood is awkwardly tugged off by large, calloused hands? his icy blue gaze meets yours, his face on display - a small scar over against his eyebrow, a cut across the corner of his lips, a scattering of roughed up skin against his cheek. he doesn’t explain what happened, how he got his scars and wounds, but you don’t pry. instead, when your first instinct is to press a kiss to his long since healed cheek?

he freezes, breath hitching - König was expecting you to be appalled, to leave his apartment with knit eyebrows and disappointment in your eyes. he wasn’t expecting such gentle, careful adoration. and when you move to kiss his crooked nose, the bridge slanted slightly, he feels his chest tighten with relief, heart hammering. “Oh, liebling—“, shaky hands moving to hover above your hips, he swallows, “You don’t have to.”, he murmurs

his stomach flips when you kiss the corner of his lips, right where the nick against them is. he lets his eyes flutter shut when you tell him you want to, the he’s handsome and ever so charming - words he never thought he’d hear

“So pretty—“, you mumble, moving to peck the small scar the splits his eyebrow, “You look perfect, König.”

Sebastian Krueger:

prideful bastard, he’s showing off each and every scar - telling you exactly what happened. it doesn’t matter that his body has a reminder that he was nicked by a blade, “Ja, the man that did this won’t lay a hand me again, meine Herz.”, it’s almost like he’s bragging about them

Krueger cracks jokes about some of his more serious wounds, waving off anything he considers boring. the small scrape on his hip? ignore that he accidentally hip checked the corner of a table, look at this one! it’s the size of your thumb, you want to know where he got it? no? oh, you don’t want to listen to his stories, kleiner Vogel? you’re hurting his feelings, you should kiss his scars to make it up to him

he just wanted to share some stories with you, isn’t it mean that you’re denying him? he’s holding your face, palm to your chin and his thumb slightly digging into your cheek, “Du willst mir nicht zuhören, kleiner Vogel? Fine, how about you give me some attention then, Klingt das gut?”. he grins when you press a kiss to the scar on his chest, humming at the feeling of your lips against his skin, “Schau dich an, isn’t this nice?”

in fact, Krueger likes it so much that he’ll seek you out just to feel you kiss his old wounds - settles you in his lap, crowds you against the kitchen counter. his eyes light up whenever you initiate, chest twisting with excitement as you peck his collarbone, where a nasty little wound had been years ago

softly smiling as you press kisses to the healed, rough bit of skin, you glance up at Krueger, “Tell me about this one?”

I love these silly little guys - I hope you enjoyed these fluffy, domestic interactions with these soldiers🎀✨

[writingoddess1125]

Sweet Locks

Welp I got Bored so this got made as promised.

Part 2 >>>

Sebastian Krueger x FemReader + OOC

Warnings: Baby Trapping, Mild Threats, Obsession/Possessive,

This is a bit scarier then the Nikto one

"Hi!"

Your son said cheerfully, Waving at everyone he saw as you strolled through the grocery store. Adding Items from your list in, aka another pack of ramens as your Son Waving at an old women who had giggled at his very bubbly personality.

"Well aren't you a little social butterfly"

The women cooed, You giving a smile at her as Marcus started to talk to her. So far his vocabulary was two words at best, a little behind in terms of words however made up with it by his sweet nature.

"Up!"

He says holding his arms out to her, Which you quickly lower.

"No no, Let's not play the pick up game with strangers. Im so sorry"

You interject and the older women laughs. Waving it off as a sweet kid and a good thing. The stranger departing which you were greatful for before looking back down at your son. He was more social then you- Clearly. Which made things a bit awkward, however in truth you marveled at such a personality when he came from a.. well one hell of a guy.

Sebastian Krueger had been a fairly nice boyfriend from when you two were together just over a year at the time. Having worked out a nice arrangement with the Austrian military man- who was incredibly secretive, a bit broody and overall.. Interesting?

But he had also been rather intense- But originally you didn't mind it.. It translated well in different parts of your guys relationship which had been really fun.

However you'd started to notice his almost possessive ways later on into the relationship, He was loyal and protective sure but it had become to feel like a hand slowly closing around you. Like when he finally strike he would never let you go.

It scared you.

Like if you stayed it would only lead to you being trapped. Which while he was a nice man to you, it always rubbed you the wrong way.

So you broke it off with him over text- Which had been shitty you knew. However you knew it was better, As you'd been able to take a breath without that pressure.

But as if You had tried to slip away just a second too late- You found yourself pregnant. Which.. Well Sucked- However you made peace with it, no reason to be bitter. So you choose to have and keep the baby-

Why the hell not.

Leading to your current state, Chubby toddler, Ramen noodles and most likely a spaghetti dinner.

As you turn the corner to grab some pasta sauce you spot a figure at the edge of the aisle seemingly looking at some random pasta- The expensive ones at that.

Your brows knit together confused, the figure seemed painfully similar. Scratching at that primal 'run away' part of your brain. It wasn't till you saw the side profile of his face did it click-

Shit.. is that Sebastian?

You executed the smoothest U-Turn known to man in a cart as calmly as possible and once out of view speedwalked away to the opposite side of the store.

Was it dramatic?

Sure-

But anyone seeing their Ex in public would make a break for it afterall. Especially when you got a toddler that loves everyone and would probably try and get picked up by the man who was a mirror image of him. So Yeah No-

You were far from the food at this point, tucked in the baby section and toiletries-

Looking around the corner were he had been before as you wait for the coast to be clear- Marcus starting to giggle at seeing you like this, Also the fast cart movements having clearly amused him.

"(Y/N)?"

Oh you could cry.. also were incredibly confused at how he not only found you so fast when you had gotten to the otherside of the store in like a minute?? Turning to face him you give a soft awkward smile- But damn did he still look good.. Sporting a black medical mask, a black compression shirt and sweatpants. Dear God sweatpants-

"Um, Hey Sebastian"

You mumble softly afraid of staring. However that was pointless as he walked over to you. Subconsciously you move infront of Marcus, as if a shield. However unsure why you're doing this.

"How long has it been? 3 years?"

32 months (with pregnancy included) to be exactly but who is counting..

"Yeah give or take, How have you been?" You were mentally screaming at the awkwardness of this all.

"Gut- You know.. (Y/N)-"

"Mama Up!"

You close your eyes at your son behind you. His chatty little self of course wanting to he picked up at this point.

Krueger cocks his head to the side, Interest shining there as he heard the small voice.

Moving to the side you look to Marcus to once more tell him no for the time being. Catching a moment of Krueger returning his head to its natural position and stared.

"Not now Marcus.. Mama is talking okay?"

Glancing to the side you see his eyes flick down to you, Then to Marcus who was staring back at him confused before smiling brightly. You couldn't lie, it was a bit weird looking between the two- You knew that Marcus looked like Krueger but God damn, It was like a copy paste kind of moment. You'd provided some skintone but besides that, It was all him. It was sort of unfair really now that you think about it.

Krueger continued this little processing before he smirked under his mask and started to chuckle which caught you off guard. Covering his face with his hand as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. You honestly couldnt tell which direction he was laughing at- couldnt be anger, amusement? Whatever the fuck else?

"Marcus hm?"

"Hi!"

Of course Marcus said happily, happy to once again greet especially one who knew his name. Krueger smiling through the mask at this as he stared at the little boy.

"Hallo"

He said sweetly, Waving a hand at him in return as you saw that same overly possessive loving look he had given to you before.

"Let's go to a Cafe near and talk"

Krueger said suddently, almost too calm for someone who had just found out they had a child. However you found it best not to question it. Leaving your groceries as it seemed ridiculous to keep shopping as it was.

The man escorting you out with a firm hand on your lower back- Marcus on your hip smiling up at the stranger walking you out of the store.

Which lead you to were you currently were. Seated awkwardly in a nice Cafe that Krueger had dragged you to which was nearby- It seemed fairly new as well since you didnt remember it being there.

Clearly a place he was also familiar with since he had his face mask fully down. Currently having gotten a clementine with some other baked goods for you both and was handing off individual wedges of the peeled clementine to Marcus who was clearly loving the attention and eating the wedges happily.

Honestly it would have been cute if you hadn't felt to tense.

"So, When did you find out you were pregnant?"

"...5 weeks after we broke up"

Humming softly with a nod he went on to the rather elegant strawberry Danish which he ripped with his fingers and once again handed to the toddler who fucking inhaled it even after eating a whole clementine. Drawing a smirk from the grown man as he handed another peice over.

Taking a moment to look the toddler over, Looking at his hands- His arms, face as if examing for imperfections or if anything was wrong.

"Du isst und schaust gut geliebt aus. Gut. Ich würde es hassen, deine Mama verletzen zu müssen"

He spoke calmly, Smiling as he seemed to look over Marcus with a careful eye and hand him another bit of Danish. You had no idea what he'd said but you hear 'Mama' which made it clear it was about you.

"I will be involved, with both of you of course-"

You blink in surprise at his rather blunt statement all of the sudden, Straightening out in your seat as you stare at him.

"Wait what? What do yo-"

"You will be packed by end of the week, Your stuff will be shipped to my home in Linz. It is nice area, plenty of things for you to do"

'What was happening' You feel like you have whiplash and a panic attack starting up real quick.

"L-Linz? Like Austria? I-"

"Ja, you will pick up the language fast also. Pretty area, Big house, big allowance also-"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not leaving?- You can't just uproot me, us!? I work! I have a home!"

You protest, breathing hard as you look to your son who was staring at you clearly worried. Krueger raided a brow at you, Before curling his lips upward in a dangerous smile.

"Hasi (Austrian german ver. of Bunny). It isn't a discussion nor something you can argue. He is Mine. You are mine. You're leaving with me if you like or not"

"Your job will be called, saying you are moving with your husband now. Understand?"

"You're fucking insane!-"

You scoff as grab your bag standing up quickly to grab Marcus to leave. But Krueger slammed his hand on the table, making both you and the baby jump.

"Sit back down. Now"

He barked. You stare at him, hesitant before slowly sitting back in your seat. Krueger took a heavy breath, Before looking to Marcus.

"Hand loud.." Marcus said shyly pointing to the Krueger hand still flat on the table.

"Ja, Papa hand very large. So it's very loud. Did not mean to startle you little one"

He cooed softly. Smiling at Marcus as he placed a hand on the boys hair and feeding him more Danish.

"I won't do that again, Okay?"

Marcus nodded at this a soft touch to his hair and the Danish clearly to smooth over the noise that had scared him- Krueger greatful the child was much more pleasant and sweet then others since he didn't seem to mind.

Krueger kept his gaze soft as he gently touched his sons mousey brown hair that matched his own. Not bothering to look at you as you glared daggers at him.

"I never told you my in detail my career. Nor will I- However just so you know. Running will be very bad for you, You will be very fast to learn why I cover my face when I work. I'd hate for you to see that side of me"

Your brows scrunched together, now confused and a creeping of worry settling on you. Looking to Marcus in his grasp, you could tell he wouldn't hurt the boy but it didn't mean you weren't any less terrified at getting threatened by a man who had your son in his hands.

He sighed almost disappointed pulling his large hand from the boys hair to give Marcus a sip of juice, holding the cup steady for the boy.

"Besides I am persuasive in all that I do- and if you act up in fighting on this, I know how much you like your hair pulled. I hope as much if dragged to the airport"

Your face paled and he smirked, seemingly satisfied with your reaction with understanding the situation you were in.

"Gut. You understand now"

He said calmly, Handing the last little bit of Danish to Marcus who finished eating with a happy smile and seemingly full. You still sitting there looking at your Coffee and Almond Croissant that he had ordered for you. Your brain reeling as you glance around the empty Cafe, Had the Cafe workers not hear this?.. Did they honestly not see the panic on your face?

Krueger seemed to catch this, Still smiling.

"You know, For a ex-soilder you really do make wonderful pastries Yegor- I'll have to commission you for a wedding cake at some point"

Hearing a cackle from the back you look to see a man walk out wiping his hands of flour.

"If you do- I'm charging you extra" The man said making Krueger laugh as the mysterious man walked back to his kitchen, glancing at you with a knowing smirk. You meeting Krueger eye as it was now clear.. This was his territory.

You bit your bottom lip, now understanding completely why he brought you here. It was no better then a cage trap so much so that treats set up as a lure and the gate slamming behind you the moment you stepped foot.

"Eat. You will enjoy it, and afterwards we will go see how much stuff you have to start packing. Okay?"

Nodding softly you pick up the croissant and take a soft bite, You realized your hands were shaking slightly when some of the shaved almonds fell to the saucer and you couldn't even taste the food that youre eating. Feeling Krueger watching you with his lips curled in a smile.

"...Non of this was an accident.. Was it?"

You whisper, feeling tears well up in your eyes- Your son?.. The Store?... The almost jovial look on his face as he took a sip of his most likely cold coffee.

"Nein, You where mine from the start"

He said in a almost romantic way, a content sigh from his lips as he sipped his coffee. Ignoring the tears going down your cheeks as you felt that fearful trapped feeling swallow you.

He was never gonna let you escape again..

Translation! Snuck this to the bottom for a reason.

"You eat gokd and look well loved. Good. I'd hate to have to hurt your mother"

[pourinn]

D:

[etienne01]

THE SILLY BOYS

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hihi! I’m in an angsty mood, so if it’s no bother would you mind writing falsely suspected traitor!reader (gn) with Gaz, ghost, soap, velikan, roach, Keegan and Krueger (I’m sorry, I don’t know your character limit, it’s completely up to you how many and which of them you want to write for!!) but they only find out reader is innocent after they already tortured reader?

Reader does forgive them but is very much traumatised, believing it’s something they did in order to bring suspicion to themselves, so reader starts to act differently. More meek and withdrawn, always keeping their head down and voice quiet, flinches and has low self esteem, …etc

Of course no pressure to write this at all!! And I’m sorry if any of the phrasing is weird, English is not my first language 😅

Hope you have a great day/evening!

a/n: I’m pretty sure I have a request just like this in my inbox and drafts somewhere lol (my drafts from old old requests are still gathering dust I’m so so so sorry to the people who requested btw)

Gaz:

-heart shattered with the most painful look on his face when he found out you didn’t lie to him. That you were innocent.. that when he was doing everything to pull info out of you and treating you like scum, that your answers of ‘I’m not lying!’ And pleas were all.. real

-went to you the second he could, shivering in self hatred especially when he saw the wounds he had caused on your body

-once you finally got back to good terms, he could see all the damage he did and it hurt him so much. He wanted YOU back, the loud, funny, unworried you… he didn’t know what to do

soap:

-held you so close for so long as soon as he figured out you didn’t lie to him. Or the team.

-tried everything and I mean EVERYTHING to try to get you back to how you were before it all

-every time you flinch or whisper, he can feel his guilt stabbing him though the heart, he can just imagine how you must feel.. and to think he could have helped.

-If he wasn’t so close to the rest of the team, he probably would have yelled at all of 141 for even assuming you were the traitor

ghost:

-feels so utterly guilty, like a wound was given to himself rather then you

-hates the fact he genuinely thought you would ever do that to him

-tried to distance himself from you now that you were back… he was just so guilty

-what if he hurt you again? What if you were still mad? What if you hated him now? He just couldn’t face it.

-when he found out you forgave him, an invisible weight was lifted off of him. But as he saw you be so quiet, he could feel his hands sake and his body almost collapse. He did this. He hurt his lover. He could never trust himself with you like he used to again.

-was oh so careful with you since then.. but could never shake the guilt

velikan:

-he HATED you when he thought you were a traitor. He had deleted every photo. Burnt every gift. Broke any shared thought. So finding out he had lost all of that hurt him so much he sat and cried for days, begging and pleading to anything that time could rewind and that he could have his memories and gifts back

-he tried so hard to make new ones with you to, he basically followed you like a lost puppy. But he knew even though you forgave him, he was damned to feel guilt every time you weren’t your same old self

-he missed his memories of you in photos and pages of his journals, he missed your bright smile and loud confidence, he missed all the things you changed from trauma he didn’t stop

-he hated himself for hating you when you were so innocent

keegan:

-he felt rage, rage at his teammates, rage at the captain who reported you for suspicious activity, and most of all, rage at himself for not protecting you like he always promised you he would

-couldn’t stand seeing you flinch, couldn’t stand not being able to reassure you that it would be okay and that he would protect you if it ever happened again

-because he knew his words of protection didn’t mean anything now. He had failed to protect you and even participated in harming you for something as simple as a claim…

kreuger:

-he thought that as soon as he started to fix things, you yourself would get fixed. But he was so wrong

-tried anything he could think of to make you feel safe to be yourself again, and whenever it didn’t work he’d secretly shed a tear

-it was like seeing his lovers ghost.. you weren’t you anymore, and it shattered him so much that he couldn’t fix it

-he could fix his guns, he could clean up your wounds, he could tell you that it was okay to be yourself again, he could fix the broken mirrors in his room, but he couldn’t fix you. He couldn’t get you back the way he remembered you, and he knew no matter how many years of therapy kortac paid for, it still wouldn’t fix you perfectly…

[diejager]

New Beginings

Pairing: dark!Krueger & König x doll!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, possessive behaviour, smut, rough sex, manhandling, overstimulation, mean!Krueger, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.3k

Your new body was… odd. Once, you didn’t need substinence, you could live without eating, or drinking, or breathing, but you now needed food, water, sleep and air to continue on. You didn’t understand how humans could live with such restraint, a body so easily broken and weak when all you did was sit and collect dust until you were cleaned by your caretaker. It was difficult to live this way, it was such a stark difference to your usual life. You were a fragile thing, spending most of your days limp and tiredly laying on your nest of blanket and softness in the golden cage Kruegerbought you.

Krueger was a distant relative of your father, he might’ve shared your father’s blood and pride, but he was nothing, if not vastly different from him. Sebastian Krueger was a crude and brash man, voice low and arrogant while he manhandled you with cruel and careless hands, pushing and pulling you around his broad figure. Unlike your thin and artistic father, Krueger was a firm and strong man, skin scarred from past battles, some won and some lost, but it added to his terrifying image as much as his veil did. 

After your rebirth, he moved you to an elegant, golden cage where you would live the rest of your life, completely at his mercy. He knew you would depend on him for nourishment, for relief and for company, locked away in the shadow of his bedroom to stare and admire like someone would do to a dove —you were his dove, an angel who’s wings he clipped to keep. He kept to a strict routine, he woke you up with a rough shake, his calloused fingers sinking into your softer skin to pull you out, whether or not you were used to using and feeling your legs didn’t matter, whatever he said goes. 

He fed you three times a day with snacks spread across the day, stuffing you round with food despite your complaints about not being hungry anymore, unused to having an body that necessitated food to work. Then he’d sit you on his lap as he worked, his hand sliding down your waist to grip your hip, sometimes staying put while he signed papers, and others straying to your thighs, kneading your oversensitive fat until you squirm and whine. 

He mostly kept his hands to himself when he was busy working, his mind cued sharply into finishing his work for the day to lounge and relax, but he liked - insisted on - touching you whenever he could, rucking up the edge of your dress and cupping the uncomfortable heat of your mound, curling his fingers through your slit and thumb your throbbing clit. He seemed to enjoy your high mewls and writhing, back arched forward and grinding your ass into a hard and painful bulge in his pants. 

Often times, you’d end up splayed over his desk, your clothes ripped in half from the top and left hanging under you while he rammed into you, his low grunts and cruel degrading left you in a wet and cock dumb mess of whining and crying. The red and swollen head of his cock battering your cervix, wringing orgasm after orgasm from you until he had his fill, the tip spurting hot and heavy ropes of thick cum. When he was done, he sat you on his half-hard cock, the girth still wide enough to plug you without reaching for one, your tear-strained eyes blinking tiredly and head resting against his neck.

That was usually what he did: breakfast, work, fucking you, dinner, fucking you, relaxing, supper, relaxing and fucking you to sleep, rarely diverting from it if he could. Krueger was a creature of routines, familiarity and strict form, thriving off his military training to teach you how to walk and talk, building a rigid structure to teach you. He could be cruel with his words, rough with his hands and perverted with his eyes, but he was… loving in a sense, despite how mean he was, he cared for you and provided for you in your uselessness. 

But unlike Krueger, who was heartlessly taunting to you, his roommate - König - was gentle and careful with you, playing with you as if you were still the porcelain doll you used to be. König was the giant of the two, a tall and broad man who stood twice as tall and twice as big as you, a seemingly monster in his rights. His wide palms petting your mop of hair, thick fingers carding through the bothersome knots and dressing you up for the day. He was a second factor of your routine, if you weren’t with Krueger, you were with him. 

He wasn’t cruel like Krueger, dauntingly stern, yes, but he never degraded you and laughed when you teared up. He was surprisingly tender with you, handling you with a softness that reminded you of your late father, mumbling quietly to you and showering you in affection. König praised you and loved you in his own way, a sickening and possessive obsession, mumbling promises that he would protect you from all the world’s cruelty, but what about his roommate’s ruthlessness? He told you not to worry your pretty, little head about him, Krueger couldn’t be fixed, it was the effect of whatever he lived through in battle.

König might’ve been your favourite between the two for how he isn’t purposefully mean, he didn’t degrade you, he didn’t growl and hiss at you, and he didn’t break his word. But he was still your captor, a man with as much - if not more - needs and wants as Krueger, with how often he pawed at your shorts, pushing them down your thighs to rut his cock between the sweep of your ass, carving a space between your clefs. If he was feeling particularly merciful, he’d stretch you enough, a thick and long finger filling your tight cunt before another pushed in, drowning your pained mewls and pants with his scarred lips. He always made you come once or twice, stuffing three fingers in an effort to fit his monstrous size, his girth and length too much for you. Much to your dismay, he made it fit, it was hot and steely, ploughing through you like you were made to take it, your slick and his abundance of pre making his thrusts smooth and easy.

If he was feeling sadistic, he would spend hours preparing you, holding you against his chest by a firm grip on your throat, your ankles hooked under him as he took his time fingering you. He praised you, his deeper growl wonderfully soft while he pampered you with his unending insistence of wetting his sheets with your musk, for the smell of your cum and sweat to stick to his room. He held you down to thrust his fingers, the palm of his hand rubbing your swollen nub, landing sharp slaps on your wet thighs until you’re sobbing out in overstimulation, writhing and fighting him with every claw and hit. 

Only when you stared blankly ahead, drool rolling down your chin and limbs spasming, does he finally fuck you, bottoming out in a quick snap of his hips and pounding you into his bed. He moved you to his whims, sometimes face down and ass up, other times folded in, your legs swung over his shoulders and back curved almost uncomfortably. You’re lucky you were made flexible, seemingly outworldly with how easily König and Krueger bent you over every surface of the house and folded you in half to watch their cocks break you in and your cunt gape, oozing their thick and bitter cum.

You hoped you’d get used to the workings of your body soon, your shaking limbs and painful cramps hindering you in your attempts to flee, to spread your wings and escape your golden cage.

“We just wants what’s best for you, Rehkitz.”

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[milomossy]

time to drink kvass with nikto, you can't refuse

n: stop scrolling, we got business here

k: ...

k: damn you're pissing me off... fine, pour

n: good choice

[konigsblog]

WARNINGS: STEPCEST, NON-CON/DUB-CON, MANIPULATION, INTOXICATION, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION.

stepbrothers könig and krueger... those cheeky, cruel bastards, having no remorse for what they do to their younger stepsister. :(

they're brutal and harsh with their words; slut shaming and victim blaming you, telling you that it was your fault, that you came onto them in your drunken, intoxicated and needy state.

krueger and könig will make you sob pathetically, after slipping an aphrodisiac into your drink, watching you fidget with your hands and squirm in your seat at the sensation of your cum-soaked panties. arousal runs down your soft, supple thighs in droplets, rubbing them together in fruitless attempt at concealing the way your body was suddenly reacting. they'd handed you more alcohol, forcing it down your throat while they became more touchy, your perspective on your stepbrothers beginning to change and become warped, twisted into something it shouldn't be.

as they were your stepbrothers, their duty was to protect you, to care for you. yet, they took advantage of the power and authority they had over you. through your drunken state, you didn't recognise them as your stepbrothers anymore, beginning to rub against them in an attempt to seduce them, smirking at one another as they began to peel your wet, slick panties off. your lips attached to krueger's, dragging your tongue over his bottom lip and intertwining your tongue with his, while könig pressed his muscular hips around you, running his bulbous, hot cock over your folds. he gave you a last chance to redeem yourself, to realise how perverted you looked, before he took what he desired.

he rolled his broad hips against your rear, chuckling hoarsely at the sound of you sucking in a sharp, deep breath. you moaned against krueger's lips as könig grinded himself against you, holding back his grunts as he prodded against your slit. your hole weeped, desiring to be filled and stuffed full, while your pretty head was all fucked up and confused, feeling krueger guide your head lower to his crotch. sat on all fours like a mutt, your ass in the air and your face pressed and nuzzled against krueger's hot, bulging crotch, the feeling and outline of his hard, stiff dick leaving you drooling over his boxers. you moaned blissfully as könig began to thrust against you, pushed inside of your puffy, wet heat. your body ached and your cunt throbbed at the stretch, yet, you pleaded for the man behind you to go harder, unaware of what was really going on...

your lips opened, wrapping around krueger's lengthy, veiny dick, as he began to push and guide your head lower, throwing his head back as you took him all the way down to the base. something inside of you twisted, your stomach churning with guilt and unknown shame, not understanding why it felt so wrong, but so so good all at the same time... your moans were silenced and muffled as you sucked krueger's dick, leaving his balls coated in drool as your coated him in spit, panting and heaving and attempting to catch your breath as könig rammed and slammed against your poor, tight ass.

your core tightened with your orgasm, arousal building up inside of you, causing your eyes to glisten and your pussy to throb and pulse around könig uncontrollably. god, they knew how disgusting and depraved this was; to perv on their younger stepsister, in your vulnerable and reliant state. you clung to them, sucking krueger off and looking into his eyes with shame, while könig's balls smacked against your cunt repeatedly, sending you over the edge, bruising your warm wetness and leaving you shaken up with cum dripping from your tongue.

the next morning, your body felt weak and the realisation left you trembling and disgusted. unable to look at them in the eye, or even yourself in the mirror. thinking about how depraved you were last night, while they told you it wasn't their fault – their bodies reacted, and they were just treating you right, after all, that's their duty, taube. :(

[spookiboogi]

They’re in love your honor

[machveil]

hey so I eat your Konig stuff up but if you feel up to it I BEG OF YOU to do something with my sweet(insane) princess(grown man)Krueger it can be like,general partner hcs or soemthing specific idk,I am starved for Krueger content.

I just dropped what I was doing because I need you to know anon!! I need you to know I agree, I’m famished for babygirl (soldier) Krueger

General Thoughts about Sebastian Krueger

you didn’t see me accidentally post this early

so, he’s morally ambiguous in my eyes. the Corporal has canonically killed civilians and escaped custody - do we know why? no, his past Lieutenant literally befriended him to help him get to know that team because he saw “talent in a troubled mind”

given his background, it takes a while for him to open up to you - let alone even think of dating you

he’s got a unique personality, humor that ranges on the darker side. he thinks he’s very funny, and he laughs a little harder when he sees the concerned looks he gets after cracking a joke. if you’re also one to find humor in the dark he’ll take a liking to you - someone that can match his freak lol

he’s a surprisingly light eater - he prefers to eat small meals, little portions, throughout the day something about a sensitive stomach. he doesn’t snack though, he literally just eats small meals, he’ll get a bit of protein, some carbs, vitamins. no one knows why he eats like that - no one really knows why he does what he does generally

he’ll get comfortable with you eventually though, maybe sit down with him while he eats. he can enjoy a comfortable silence. he’s not a fan of small talk, why fill the silence when you have nothing to say?

if you’re dating he’s a stoic, serious body guard for you… but he’s still got a soft spot in his heart, he’ll call you meine Prinzessin/Prinz, meine Herz, little Vogel - his Princess/Prince, his heart, little bird

he’s got a possessive streak - maybe a little unhealthy. he can come off as controlling in some aspects he is, but can you blame him? you’re his to protect, his Herz - who wouldn’t protect someone they hold dear?

[writingoddess1125]

Sweet Locks Pt. 2

This got way more traction then expected so!- Here is part 2! Enjoy 💕

<< Part 1

Sebastian Krueger x FemReader and OOC

Warning: Financial/Documentation Abuse, Threats, Kidnapping pretty much, Manipulation. Heavy Emotions. Unhealthy Dynamics

Note this is not healthy-

You look around what used to be your apartment, now empty with only boxes marked to be shipped elsewhere. Your furniture was donated, all clothes packed in brand new suitcases and even all electronics left to be collected as new ones where purchased by the man currently having your life in the palm of his hands..

This was not what you envisioned of your life.

Not. At. All.

Trapped in the hands of a crazy man with a German accent hadn't really been on your bingo list. But here you are.

After Krueger had trapped you in that Cafe, he'd kept to his word. Having once more kept a firm hand on you as well as wiping your tears away he walked both you and Marcus to your home- even if youd never told him the location of the place you'd moved to after you two broken up.

Talking with you casually about your home- The sizing being too small and all too cheery for a man who had quite literally baby trapped you.

Making sure to tie up any ends that could possibly act as a link to you. Friends and Family? Happily told you'd be abroad for the time being to get a relationship with your Sons father, Earning you happy praise on your journey. Job? Resigned from for family reasons, with so much more that it left you effectively stranded and isolated.

It had only been a few days since then, However you had also learned fairly fast at how he would could easily stop you if you tried to run.

The 2nd night after he had made his unwelcomed entrance in you'd life you tried to slip out with Marcus. Wallet and documents in hand with nothing but the clothes on your back-

You didn't make it even 3 blocks from the front door of your apartment before you felt a single firm hand grab your body from behind as Krueger pressed his chest against your back in a almost lovers embrace as he hissed in your ear.

"I think you're lost Hasi, Hm?.. Lets head back with the baby ja?"

It wasn't even a struggle as he guiding you back in, this time having taken all that had been on your person or of importance from you this time around. It had become painfully clear he wouldn't allow you to leave, let alone with Marcus.

Which was how you were here. Holding Marcus who was currently asleep on your shoulder. Unaware of the spiraling of your mind- of the quite literal hostage situatuon you were in.

"Ready?"

Glancing up you see Krueger standing there with his arms crossed as he stared down at you.

"As ready as I'll ever be.."

Krueger smirked at this, seeing The half cocked glare you'd given him while saying this. With a sigh you get up, following him to the nice and expensive rental infront of your old home. Krueger opening the door for you and you can't help but pause, Staring at the nice leather seat as you glance to see people walking past on the sidewalk.

"If you make a scene you're not gonna like the outcome-"

He whispered to you. Effectively wiping that forming idea as you put Marcus in the carseat in the back and moving to your place in the passenger seat.

The ride to both the airport and boarding the plane, which you quickly caught on was a private one- was dead silent save from Marcus soft noises while asleep. But it was short lived since Marcus had very quickly discovered he didn't like planes. Crying against you and clearly terrified. You having to hold him and distract him for a while for him to adjust as Krueger also offered some snacks to his son and played with him a bit to help he ease.

You however couldn't help but look around at the small but nice plane you were in. It itching that fight or flight response in you hard.

"...They don't pay soilders enough to get a damn private plane.. I know you won't tell me what you do- But I can't help but feel it's nothing good if you have this.."

Krueger looks to you, having Marcus in his arms walking him up and down the little walking path of the small plane.

"Think of me as a private solider, Kein stress (no stress/no worry)"

He said dismissively and smirked a bit to himself. Ironically that gave you your answer.. They paid him to do things no one wanted to say out loud and paid him heavily to keep silent about.

That had been the end of all conversation at that point.

After the long flight you landed in the new city, It was late but you could still see the glow of Linz was actually breathtaking even from the private section of the airport.

Krueger lead you and Marcus through the private terminal, who while being awake for most of the flight unhappily so had finally passed out an hour before the plane landed. Now asleep on Krueger shoulder while you held the car seat.

The place was practically deserted which you assume that was why he had chosen this particular airport as well as holding Marcus. Making it impossible for you to run. Leading down to private parking lot with only a single car, a heavily tinted BMW waiting which Krueger gestured for you to approach. Quick to set up the car seat similar to when you were back home before sliding into what you knew was your designated spot in the passenger seat.

Youd hoped that while he drove, leaving the airport you could catch a sense of a way to leave. However that was fast to be pissed on when he pulled into a backway were it was just a unmarked dirt road.

The bastard knew what he was doing, planning it to a T. It was dark and with the path he had taken you couldnt track any landmarks. Rendering you trying to memorize any ways to leave virtually impossible.

"Something wrong (Y/N)?"

Krueger chimed. Smiling as you send a nasty glare at him-

"No.."

After a fairly long drive you see in the distance what you assumed was your forced home. You couldn't lie..

It was beautiful- damn near excessive. A big pretty yellow house hidden perfectly away by the reaching almost whimsical forest around. Soft porch lights lighting up the whole place as well.

Once again- You were practically herded inside the home once Krueger parked. Standing in the polished home as Krueger rolled in the luggage and closed the door behind him fast. Locking it loud enough you knew for you to hear.

Glancing around you see the low mood light which automatically lit up when you three had entered.

Krueger calmly pressed on a small panel that clearly was a top notch security system, which had a little lock box which is were the car keys went into (damn thing looked military grade- doubt you could shoot it open if you tried). Krueger now looking dead at you seeing how you had a narrowed glare at him.

"You really did think this out to a frightening degree didnt you Sebastian-"

"Impressed?"

"Horrified really.. But yeah mildly impressed"

He chuckled at this walking past you as he set your bags down closer to what you saw was the main livingroom. A massive TV mounted and a far too large sectional and already see some colorful plastic toy sets waiting to be used.

"What did you plan for when you're deployed-"

"Dont worry about that for a long while. I've requested leave for family reasons, so I'll be here long till you and Marcus can adjust"

He smirking at you clearly amused by your more exhausted bluntness to his scheming. You sigh in essentially defeat. Not bothering with a rebuttal.

"..Where is Marcus's room and mine"

"Second story, his is to the Right. Where you sleep to the Left"

Numbing nodding you take Marcus out of his carseat to his new room. It was perfectly set, Everything one would need was already there and set up. Changing Marcus and putting him in some pajamas you're able to easily find. In his size at that.. Putting him in bed and you can't help but stare at him while he slept.

For a split second you felt a spark of something cross your brain as you stared at him- however it was fleeting before it could even formulate into anything. Leaning down to kiss his forehead before you go to your assigned room. Grabbing clothes you knew Krueger had already set up for you in those dressers you marching into the attached bathroom and jumping into the shower the second your clothes hit the floor.

Turning the water to the hottest setting and stood under that shower head- You didnt feel a thing at first as if the water was most likely scolding your skin.

Before you started to cry silently to yourself about this whole situation.

You were fucked... Totally completely fucked.. that crushing suffocating feeling to a max at this point as you couldnt help but have a silent panic attack under the hot water. Shivering like you weren't under burning water.

The world was crushing down on your chest like you couldn't take a breath suffocating under a invisible force.

Even without seeing him, you could practically feel how his fingers wrapped around your throat squeezing it slowly. Having you completely at his mercy.

How easy he had been able to isolate you, fear still trinkling of what he could have done to your friends and Family to make them agree so fast.. You pray they are safe since you feared he could have threatened them or had that man who worked in the Cafe go after them.

You'd held it in since for a while, not wanting Krueger to have the pleasure of wiping the tears from your face nor to hear you cry like back in the Cafe.

He didn't deserve that much of you.. Especially after taking so much.

You didn't know how long you stood under there, Long enough that you'd started to feel the heat on your skin finally. Which made you finally start washing yourself, jumping out soon after and getting dressed. Numb once more as you step out, ready to jump into bed-

Which was currently seating Krueger on one side who was shirtless and seemingly ready to sleep himself.

...

"Seriously?-"

"Ja-"

"We are in a big ass house and we are sharing a room"

"Ja"

It felt like youd popped a blood vessel in your brain then. Like you were about to scream and try to suffocate him with those soft pillows.

"No. I'm going to sleep in another room.

"That isnt an option here, get in bed"

"No No No. You can kiss my ass Sebastian. I'll sleep on the floor then"

He pretended to think for a moment before smiling.

"Fine"

You stomp over, reaching over to grab some pillows off the bed to sleep on the floor, but he reaches over and snatches you drawing a yelp.

Slamming you onto your back on the soft mattress as he brought your hand up and cuffed it to the headboard. He'd done it so fast it took you a moment to register what was happening.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

You yelled, your heart slamming in your chest as you felt the spike of adrenaline course through you. Krueger staring at you calmly.

"Saving myself the trouble- Cause what's gonna happen is you're gonna sleep on the ground. Get cold, then I'm gonna wake up, pick you up to put in bed so you dont get sick. So let's save the extra work on my end"

You shook your head softly, terrified still as you stared up at him. A shaking breath leaving you as you glance up at your wrist in the silver cuff, digging uncomforbly into the skin.

"So are you gonna stay in bed and sleep? Or do I gotta keep you cuffed to it?"

Biting your bottom lip to keep from quivering you finally nodded softly.

"..I'll stay in bed"

Hearing him lowly chuckle at your soft almost shaky voice. Reaching over to uncuff you from the bed.

"Gut, du lernst schon (Good, You're learning already)"

He said all to sweetly as you lowered your hand and rubbed the sore skin. Not bothering to look at him as he kissed the top of your head and laid down next to you.

"Goodnight Hasi"

You slowly slide into a more comforble position turning your back to him. Carefully sliding a free pillow into your arms and clutching it for dear life as if it would stop the way you're hands shook.

"Goodnight..."

When the morning came, you felt groggy at best- Honestly more on the brink of drowning depression.. Krueger had already left to start his morning it seemed. You saw his side of the bed made and clothes laid out at the foot of yours.

Holding up the clothes you couldn't help but to glare at them. It was comforble loungewear if not clearly expensive. A dainty white floral set of pants and a cami top with ruffles as the trim. Despite what you're own fashion is, you could see the goal of this outfit..

It reminded you of those Tiktok wives who would be cooking and talking about their 12th kid being born soon.

Which was the inkling of what he was trying to recreate with you.

However your eyes went to the headboard as you remembered the evening before. Your hands shaking again at the thought of the cuffs.. or what would follow, Before you slowly started to dress in the clothes he'd left out.

Going downstairs you see breakfast made and Marcus already up and currently in a high chair eating some sort of porridge which he was now somewhat covered in. Krueger pouring coffee for himself as he looked to his son amused.

"He likes sweets a lot-"

He said gesturing to your son. Which you look to see he was apparently picking out the sweet pieces of chopped fruit or jam from the porridge specifically.

"Yeah, He isn't really picky but if he gets the option he will eat anything even slightly sweet"

You hum, taking a seat as you look over the array of food. He'd clearly remembered your taste (or stalked it- You couldn't tell at this point) but it had staples of your favorite breakfast foods. Which you started to hesitantly eat.

Krueger making some sort of bread roll sandwich for himself as you attempted to try and clean up Marcus between your bites who was still digging around his porridge.

Breakfast had remained peaceful, Despite having to surprise attack your son with a wet wipe to his face at the end. He was then released from his high chair and ran off after you'd use the wipe on his face and taken off the porridge shirt from him.

You standing there for a moment before looking back at Krueger.

"My wallet, where is it Sebastian?"

He paused his eating, Smirking at this as he looked at you faking confusion.

"In my pocket, Why?"

"I want it back-"

"No"

With a knee-jerk reaction you threw your sons porridge soaked shirt at him which he caught easily and tossed carefully on the empty high chair. Clearly unfazed by you.

"It's mine. Besides I don't think my wallet is gonna save me after being dragged to another country where I dont even know were I am"

"Hm.. Touche. But still, it's enough of a risk knowing you Hasi"

He actually smiled, a legit one. Not the snarky smirk, nor his fake smile he wore when irritated with you. Standing up from his seat he closed in the space between you two.

"How about this- since you have not been behaving good. I will not give you this now- However each time you do act well, I'll give- Some of it back"

You could kill him.. Oh You could fucking kill him. As if to rub salt into the wound he reached in his pocket and pulled out your wallet, Calmly flicking through it before handing you your old empty giftcard card that would be useless here.

"There- Just to start"

He chimed before grabbing the rest of his breakfast roll and walking off after that as he pocketed your wallet again.

Taking a heavy breath you clutched the useless fucking card you wanted to slam into the back of his head.

You had very few options at this point, either play this little game of his and slowly build an escape plan however long that takes, just try to run now which would most likely end up with you tied up in a basement somewhere.. Or worse was if he wore you down which is exactly what he was trying to do-

He was wanting to break you down bit by bit, making it so that you'd have no choice but to cling to him desperately. Rely solely on him especially at how he isolated you. Stockholm syndrome twisted in his own little fashion which ended with you on your knees in front of him.

That would be a cold day in hell..

So you bought time to figure out a plan... It wasn't much but it was enough to keep you sane.

You did what you had to but made sure to keep some sort of distance even if Krueger constantly tried to pull you in closer. Gentle touches and smooth words that had once worked on you when dating but now a painful reminder of his manipulation.

For the first few days you'd taken up to walking around the property with your son occasionally, both to see what you were up against and to explore your new enclosure.

The house had two livingrooms a massive stainless steel kitchen and a diningroom ment for at least 10 or more people, 5 bedrooms, One of them locked off with a high end security lock. 3 bathrooms, there was a attic space which was also locked off so was the basement.

However the basement seemed to be more important since Krueger appeared like the devil behind you the moment you even looked at the lock on the door and told you plainly it was not a place for you-

Which lead you to explore outside next. The place was almost out of a storybook. Soft perfectly green grass with not an inch of imperfection, big lush trees, a little pond with some little fishes and even in the backyard wooden set of chairs and a table for a picnic.

It reminded you of a TV commercial with a family. Just overall painfully domestic.

All of this was really, Nice dinners which you and him traded off in making on the daily- He made sure to watch you when you made food as if you would poison it. Watching movies together, family walks around the nice little spot of woods and even taking care of your son together.

Who by the way- Was having a blast.

He'd been so happy this whole time, Loving the home were he tried to climb everywhere. The yard and grass he could play in, the endless toys, and all the nice time he got to spend with you and Krueger.

And Krueger well...

Yes he was a kidnapping scheming asshole however you had to admit- He was a damn good father. Great really.

Gentle, Always affectionate and never one to go to anger. Refused to have Marcus be a 'Ipad' Kid so had learning toys at the plenty, Even playing and along with any fake scenario. Truthfully what had really put in perspective how loving as a father he was when your son threw a tantrum-

Marcus- Oh your sweet baby Marcus..

Had started scream crying cause from what you could gather- The cookie he had was not something else? Then sobbed when the cookie he had was gone, Cause he ate it.

While most parents would either scold their kids or just ignore them till they stopped. Krueger carefully picked up his son and comforted him, speaking soft German as he soothed him.

It was almost impressive. A man who had quite literally kidnapped you and was holding you hostage was a good dad-

Currently Krueger was laying on the floor of the lounge. You seated on the couch having been ditched for reading time by Marcus to play with blocks.

"Can you say Blue Block? Eh Spatz? (Sparrow)"

"Birdy!"

Krueger lowered his face a bit as he chuckled- You also faintly smiled at the joy your son had for the word.

Marcus having still been very slow on picking up words, however having added to his vocabulary 'Birdy' which seemed to be his favorite after seeing some ducks in the front yard, and 'Papa' which was his second favorite.

"Nein, Wanna try Blue? Can you say Blue?"

He tried again, But clearly had lost the attention of his son.

"...The pediatrician said he's a bit behind on speaking. So needs a bit more time and practice"

You cut in- finding it harmless to share that bit of info. Krueger glancing at you and nodded, Clearly satisfied with the answer in a way.

"Ah, Well it took me long to speak as well, I also stuttered then"

He said softly, Almost amused by the fact this trait seemed to be passed down.

"You get to take as much time to practice"

You stared at Krueger's face you could practically see what followed in his head 'unlike when I was your age-'

The two continued to play with building with each other. Krueger taking the time to still go through colors and works both in English and German. However your mind now growing curious.

".. How do you.. Know so much about this? Was there, something before or?-"

Krueger glancing at you and raising an eyebrow before giving a disheartened chuckle.

"Ah I see what you're asking- you want to know about my side hm?"

He hummed, Handing Marcus another mega block to who was currently building some sort of shape with them.

"Nein, I was a orphan, raised with others in different homes. It was not pleasant.. So no, it is not due to siblings- Nor former family or whatever else youre thinking. I learned about kids through classes, since I had known if I ever got them I would be better then those who raised me. Answer the question or is there more?"

He stared at you then, waiting as he saw one final question in your eyes.

".. Just one.. Why did you choose me for this?"

You finally ask. A question that had been burning in you since the Cafe, since you learned he had baby trapped you, dragged you to another country. Why did he choose you?

He paused, tapping the block he had been holding on the ground softly. Now not looking at you as he stared ahead at Marcus.

"... You were always what I wanted to go home to, the image of a home id always dreamed of when I was a child and when I'm on the field. The second I saw you, I knew you where the final piece in that vision... That's why"

You stared at him then. Processing his words as he handed Marcus the block, still refusing to look at you now. It was a.. uncomforble feeling at the very least, harsh emotions on all sides as you sat there.

"I see.."

There was silence that hung over you two then. Awkward this time.. Before a blue block bounced off Krueger forehead-

"Birdy!!"

[yawnderu]

In the angry Krueger aggressively teaching (bullying you into learning) German saga, imagine a newbie soldier asking you about your memorable moments in the military and your answer isn't about your difficult missions, trauma, or war crimes if you have any. It's this:

"I remember being taught German by force in front of everyone in the cafeteria"

"My friend was about to flip the table"

"Missions and training didn't even stop him from teaching me because he magically appears out of NOWHERE when I want to rest"

"Sir would rather teach me German than recover from his injuries"

Krueger means well but Krueger is....Krueger!

This whole concept is genuinely killing me because I'm just imagining Krueger, all roughed up after a dangerous mission, his leg broken and in a cast, yet still managing to find his way to your room for those god awful German lessons. 😭

He did NOT manage to survive that mission just to stay in his room, he survived out of spite, to ensure you learn German even when you pretend you're not in your quarters. He'll break in if necessary. 😭

[thedovesaredying]

Sweet Temptations | Fae!Krueger x F!Witch Reader

Krueger has noticed someone new living in the cottage belonging to the old witch that used to live at the edge of the village. He's curious about the sweet little witch who has moved in and wants to keep her all to himself. Unforunately, there's a small, hairless demon getting in his way.

A/N: I'm working on other stuff, but I wanted to make something purely for my own enjoyment. Techincally it's an OC, but it's written in second person so it can be read as a Reader fic! Tagging @ghouljams because I've already rambled about my child to them 0w0 Also based on their

Warnings: None.

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Krueger has walked the same path every day for decades. He lingers just on the edge of the village, not wanting to get too close to the other more territorial fae, but also not wanting to be too far from human civilisation. The woods are thick, but small trails weave their way through it and by now Krueger knows each path by heart. He used to take this path to meet with the strange witch that lived in a little cottage at the very edge of town, trading his finds for some sweet, honeyed milk.  

But the old woman has been gone for a while, leaving her ancient cottage to become overgrown with vines and the once natural garden to be choked with weeds and bordered by chest high grass. It’s a sorry state to be sure, wood slowly rotting and stone covered in thick layers of mold. Even the wards designed to keep out even the strongest of fair folk have started to wane and wither without the old woman’s religious maintenance of them.  

It’s unfortunate, really, as most younger witches are a little too nervous when it comes to making deals with the fae. He hasn’t had a nice, warm mug of his favourite beverage in years and he’s had no one to trade the pretty items he’s collected with. Sure, Nikto sometimes tolerates him long enough to swap some gold or a shiny gem or two, but it’s not the same as dealing with a witch or mortal man. Besides, the grumpy bastard has been too distracted by his little human pet to be bothered dealing with Krueger recently.  

He still checks the little house as he walks past in the morning, just to be sure the witch hasn’t magically arisen from the grave and returned to her usual place settled in the conservatory. No doubt that’s why he’s so quick to notice something is very different about the witch’s house. The old wards are still humming away, albeit softer and softer with each passing day, but something else clouds the invisible border around the property.  

It’s dark and cloying, enough to choke a lesser fae on the spot and likely to deter even some of the stronger among them. The air lingers with a thick scent of brimstone and ash, leaving a dry, dusty taste in his mouth the closer he gets. His eyes almost water with the burn of it, and he barely resists the urge to wipe at his face, as if it’s been covered with a layer of soot. His hood gives him little protection from it, not when the cause is something magic rather than physical.  

It irritates him that something or someone has decided to take over the area and somehow has managed to worm its way past the old witch’s wards to claim territory that very clearly does not belong to it. It isn’t exactly his problem anymore, but well, fae are possessive and Krueger is no different.  

The witch’s wards are soft and masterfully refined, flowing between his clawed fingers like strands of silk. A warm embrace of foreign magic that tingles against his skin and draws him slowly deeper, letting him sink into it like hot custard. But it’s stopped abruptly by a new layer of wards – if they can even be considered wards with how different they are to human magic – they burn, hotter than even Nikto’s fire, forcing him to retract his hand before it can be scalded.  

The sharp barrier seems to ripple for a moment in response to his touch, sharp and dangerous as it twitches and writhes angrily. He’s distracted from the magic, however, when he spots the tall grass before him start to part, allowing a small creature to pass through. The animal squints at him momentarily, before leaping from the ground and onto the thick stone wall separating the backyard from the woods.  

It would be a stretch to call the creature a cat, what with the way it lacks even a single strand of fur. It’s an ugly thing, with pink, wrinkly skin and eyes that are more like orbs of obsidian than anything a mortal animal would possess. They’re deep, like staring into the very abyss itself, and just as ominous in the way they silently rove over his form, scrutinising. It seems unimpressed with whatever it finds, eyelids drooping and a single lip curling as if disgusted.  

“What do you want, creature?” admittedly, Krueger is startled by the deep voice that comes from the cat. Unbothered, it continues, slowly as though speaking to a child “this territory has already been claimed.”  

A demon. Of course it has to be a damn demon.  

It will be difficult to deal with such a bothersome creature. Reaching an agreement with his fellow fae can be trouble enough, but a demon? Unbeholden to the need to at least tell the truth? Truly, perhaps the most irritating creature one can have the misfortune of having to deal with.  

“Why are you here, Dämon?” he growls, offering a disgusted scowl of his own. It’s hidden by his hood, but no doubt can be heard easily enough in his tone.  

The demon simply sits itself on the wall, leisurely raising a paw to lick. After a moment of lazy grooming, it finally says, “I do believe I asked first, it’s rather rude to ignore someone’s question.”  

“Just passing through,” which is true enough considering he had no plans of actually approaching the cottage until his spine prickled with discomfort, warning him of a nearby danger. “The owner and I have an arrangement,” he gestures at the somewhat crumbling house.  

Rolling its eyes as though already bored out of its mind the cat stands again, taking a moment to stretch out its back, “well, I suggest you mind your own business, fae. The new owner has no interest in dealing with those of your kind.” The demon opens its mouth to say something further, but the door leading to the conservatory suddenly slides open.  

“Fluff? You out here?” Your voice, soft as it may be, is easily carried over to them on the breeze. You scan the backyard, eyes easily finding Krueger’s large form and the smaller cat currently staring him down. You huff, hiking up the skirt of your dress and making the lengthy walk from the house and down the winding path to the back gate.  

Kreuger can’t help staring. You look like such a sweet thing, body soft enough for him to sink his teeth into and never let go. Your hair is scattered all over the place from the wind, but you pay it no mind, offering a beaming smile to the foul little demon now blinking at you in surprise. “What are you doing out here silly kitty? Are you making new friends?” you coo, scooping the creature up into your arms as though it couldn’t kill you on the spot.  

The demon’s face screws up and it hisses at Krueger from your arms, before nuzzling at the soft fabric of your dress, grumbling all the while. “Sorry,” you say, wincing slightly at Kreuger, “he doesn’t really like strangers.” As if that’s a good explanation for why you're cuddling an ugly ass cat demon.  

You start to shuffle your feet and Krueger is abruptly reminded that he hasn’t said a word to you, just stood there staring at you like a complete idiot. “Ah, no, I was just not expecting anyone to be here,” he tucks his hands into his pockets, idly thumbing at one of his gold coins, “I was a good friend of the woman who lived here.”  

You perk up at his words, eyes brightening at something he’s said and hugging the cat closer to your chest, “oh! That was my grandmother!” You chirp, almost bouncing on your heels in excitement, “she left the house to me in her will, so I’ve been trying to fix the place up and make it liveable again.” The cat squirms in your hold, forcing you to plop him down onto the grass below.  

“Ah,” Krueger says slowly, all of the pieces slowly falling into place, well, all except for the demon thing, “and what might your name be?” 

He holds out a hand for you to shake, but is instead met by an outraged hiss and only just moves his arm out of range in time to avoid the flurry of sharp claws swiping through the air. He can’t help glaring at the damn demon currently hissing and spitting at him, flicking its tongue at him like a bloody snake.  

Surprisingly, you still hold your hand out for him, but your eyes seem to have shifted from their brightness to something more subdued, cautious. “You can just call me Badb,” you offer, and it doesn’t have the same enlightening feeling as someone’s true name, but he supposes you must not be as naive as you seem. You give his hand a firm shake, effortlessly ignoring the sharp talon-like claws at the end of his own fingers.  

“A pleasure,” he shakes your hand back, feeling the lick of human magic press against his palm. You’re a witch, nowhere near as controlled or as refined as the old woman, but he can sense the potential power hiding within. “Can I expect you to continue your grandmother’s practice?” He asks, watching your eyebrows twitch slightly.  

It does draw a soft snort from you, however, and you nod your head, “one day,” you confirm, “though probably not for a while yet, I’m not that good.” Your flustered expression is rather cute, but he doesn’t have long to admire it, because almost as soon as he’s seen it you’re scooping up the cat and bidding him a quick farewell, saying something about having work to do. The demon stares at him from over your shoulder, glaring at him in clear distaste. 

Nasty lying creature.  

He’s definitely going to need to dig into this a little deeper. A little baby witch? So sweet and soft and perfect for holding between his claws? He wants to gnaw on your bones and squeeze the plushness of your thighs. He wants to settle atop the fireplace with a full belly while you play at making your silly potions and funny human spells.  

He just needs to get rid of that damn cat first.