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[k0uk0]

Masterlist of my Krueni fics

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Series: krueniweek2023

[blukrown]

Memories on skin - Oni x Krueger

Krueger and Oni have a relationship of desire, which is now growing and changing into something far more volatile. Neither wanting to show too much vulnerability all at once, see how they show feelings without the need for words.

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Contains: Implied NSFW, implied violence/death, permanent injury (missing finger), Top! Oni, Bottom! Krueger

Krueger lay sprawled on the bed on his stomach, giving himself time to catch his breath and steady his quickened heart. Not bothering to look up as he heard footsteps come from the bathroom or when the bed creaked as another person sat on the bed.

He did react when he felt something cool touch his sensitive inner back thigh. Flinching at the foreign but familiar sensation of a wet towel as it went about cleaning up the evidence of what had just occurred.

The room was silent as Krueger was cleaned. He even found himself relaxing into it, thinking the coolness almost soothed his still-heated skin. Once done, he felt a hand take its place on his lower thigh. Brushing over the risen skin of a scar.

“I didn’t notice this one,” Oni said from behind him, voice low but steady. A voice Krueger usually found infuriating for its coolness now seemed to calm and reassuring almost.

Krueger turned his head to see where his Japanese comrade sat by his legs. Tracing the crater in the skin from a bullet.

“Really? With all the staring you do at my ass, I would think you’d have it all mapped out.” His voice was snide but not biting. When Oni showed only lack of bemusement, he relented. “Mexico. Trying to acquire some cargo. A little shit hid under a car and popped out just as I was passing.”

Oni let out a small huff of laughter, his right eye crinkling in a way Krueger secretly found endearing. “Smart man. The only mistake was that he missed.”

“But that’s what every scar is, isn’t it?” Krueger asked as he sat up to face Oni, ignoring the dull pain growing in his abdomen. He then pointed at a similar cratering mark on the Japanese’s right side, above the protruding bone. “I remember this one. That’s from when you got hit in Mulan.”

“Correct,” Oni said, not recoiling as Krueger reached out and touched it. The wound was newer still a tinge of pink. “And this?”

Oni had both hands on Krueger’s outreached arm, turning it so it showed a burn mark that crept from the wrist to past his elbow. Textured skin aside, it had healed well and no longer discoloured.

“Molotov in Bulgaria. Radicalist hoping to attack a minister.” Krueger said, smirking a little as he recalled what he had done to the man who threw it. “Here?” He pointed at a knife wound in the muscle of his left trapezius on his shoulder. 

“That was from you, ass.” Oni said with a hint of annoyance. Faltering when Krueger let out a little snicker. “If I recall correctly, the gym doesn’t allow us to fight with real weapons anymore.”

“Disappointing but true,” Krueger sighed with exaggeration.

Oni gave that hint of a smile again and Krueger wanted to pinch himself to stop his heart from fluttering. “And how about this one?”

The two did this for a while, pointing at most if not all the prominent scars on the other's bodies. Guessing as well as asking where they were all from. Krueger gave distinct descriptions and would even divulge further if he knew Oni was interested. Oni’s explanations, however, were short and simple. A place, rarely even a how or when unless Krueger pushed. Which he rarely did. 

He knew Oni well enough to know not to push. Not that he did not want to.

He disliked it but Krueger had a twinging need to know more about him. He wanted to know more about his past, his interests, his . . . - Krueger wanted to almost puke- everything.

Krueger knew what this meant but he had no plans on divulging these changes in feelings to Oni. After all, it was almost a miracle they had managed even this level of intimacy. What with Oni being a prideful asshole and Krueger being an inconsiderate asshole. 

They weren’t even together, not seriously anyway. Both of them guilty of avoiding conversations about this detail. And Krueger had preferred it that way, until recently.

No, he wasn’t sure. 

He hated the idea of divulging his feelings, disliked showing any side of weakness in general really. But . . . Oni made him want to.

They had also seemed to have grown tender in the months of heated intimacy. Like metal or glass, their hardened surfaces melt away in fire. And Krueger found he did not mind it, reciprocating even.

Krueger had been laughing about a rather traffic depiction of how a gunman learned that a thrown brick would hit him before he could aim and fire. Settling down, he tentatively took Oni’s left hand.

The man’s fingers flinched but he didn’t pull away, watching as the Austrian examined it. Calloused fingers over roughened skin, Oni was no surprised when Krueger asked, “What about this? Who did this?” His fingers cupped the shortened stump of his pinky finger.

The pinky finger was missing the tip, nail and first knuckle. Cleanly lopped off by a knife if Krueger surmised.

He had to admit he had always been curious. Oni usually wore gloves but when they were alone and the clothes were abandoned he had noted the shortened appendage.

Oni did not answer for a moment, his dark eyes watching how Krueger’s finger cautiously touched the nub and over.

“I did.” Krueger looks up and doesn’t hide the look of intrigue. But he doesn’t speak. Oni, although uncomfortable, explained. “In my family’s line of work, when someone seeks atonement, they cut this finger and deliver the severed part to their leader.”

“Rather gruesome way to apologize,” Krueger said simply, examining the wounded hand for a moment. Then, perhaps more out of instinct than pure intention. Krueger lowered his head to kiss the shortened finger. Lips brushing warm skin.

He looked up to see how Oni would react and - to most - he would appear unruffled, Krueger knew better. The Japanese’s ears were dusted with pink and his lips had thinned as he pressed them together.

Krueger may have once mocked him but now, the thought did not even cross his mind. He kept Oni’s hands clasped between his as he leaned forward and kissed him. 

He was usually more eager, hungry like a man starving. But in this moment, he had no such need. Only a wriggling want to touch him, to feel him. To . . . give comfort.

He pressed at Oni’s lips tenderly. Trying to convey somehow, without embarrassing himself with words, that he was moved by Oni’s explanation. And that he was grateful he indulged in telling him.

Krueger pulled away after a moment, face still close as he looked into those dark eyes. 

They looked cool but there was a flicker of something there. Confusion? Caution? Love? 

Krueger still struggled sometimes to tell. So he pushed forwards again and took Oni’s mouth in his.

This time, he let the embrace lengthen. He kept one hand clasped on Oni’s own while the other lifted to hold at his chin. Oni reciprocated in turn, going to hold the back of Krueger’s head to keep him close.

They stayed there for a while. Naked and bare on top of the bed, legs crossed with only their hands and lips touching. 

Their kissing was soft, caressing. Unhurried and savouring. Krueger even considered the idea of staying like this. Let their lips convey what their words couldn’t and let them softly tumble over each other in affection.

[thybreadmolds]

Happy Halloween! 🎃 👻

Oni!Ghost and Were!Soap for my soldiers. Hope you all have a lovely Halloween or just a lovely day. :0)

[quozacheese]

there needs to be more Oni content

[breadtheend]

Realized I never posted this here

[faulterge1st]

Doing it to Compensate (Not Love)

Now, I don't usually do this, but I wrote a really rough ficlet for any Call of Duty character x reader with a dash of rivals to lovers (younger reader is heavily implied)

It was written with Horangi in mind (blatant favoritism), but you could imagine this with any character in COD that fits the mindset

I don't want it to rot in my documents, so here u go

He resented you, he hated how stubborn you were about how you were right.

He hated how you would preach how much better you were than him at a certain skill, even if he was superior to you in rank. He hated how you would smirk everytime you saw him miss the bullseye during gun training. He hated how you would roll your eyes at him at every terrible unhealthy choice he made during meals, judging his barely sustainable appetite despite you having the oddest cravings he had seen. He despised you, absolutely detested your attitude.

But ever since that day, ever since you clung to him with heavy breaths in need of assistance, he just couldn't help but find you absolutely gorgeous. This was the first time you ever depended on him for anything, gripping his shoulder like he was the only thing that could save you.

He could remember the image of you covered in mud, your untrained fingers coated in your own blood while his rougher hands held your wound closed. It wasn't a pleasant sight, in fact, it was disturbing. But to him? He saw your defeated image as a portrait of a sorrowful martyr painted by a historic romantic, a tragedy cursed by the heavens.

He felt an unfound pity and worry seeing you like this. You were confident, believing in an ability you haven't fully mastered could help you defend in battle, but here you were, met with the reality of war. In that moment, he had just realized how important you were to him, how your confidence didn't make up in your lack of skill. Sure, he enjoyed making you groan in contempt everytime he commented on how much of an amateur you were if you missed a chance to kick him during sparring or how you were a terrible soldier if you missed a practice target just by a centimeter, but those times were accompanied by mischievous grins and amused smirks. They were all in good fun. You genuinely suffering? It wasn't any fun for him. He couldn't handle seeing you hunched over, leaning on his shoulder over a wound that could've taken your life. He just couldn't bear the thought of you being taken from him.

Since that day, he realized that for all the teasing and snarky comments made from good intentions, he'd make it up to you now just by making your life easier.

Ever since that day, he chose to make you your coffee, no matter how painfully sweet or disgustingly bitter it was. He chose to give you a pat on the shoulder every time you shot a straight bullseye, and chose to praise your efforts everytime you sent him flying back on his arse during training. You deserved it. He just couldn't go back to treating you like shit after that day, because it made him realize how he could lose you at any moment. He didn't want the last words he ever told to you to be a criticism of your skills or a sarcastic judgement of how your inexperience made him better than you. He had to make it special, because he loved you.

But he sure as hell will never tell you that. Instead, he'll tell you that you are a valued soldier, that losing you would be detrimental to the team. He would place his hands on your hand, your shoulder, or any place on your body that was subtle enough that you couldn't realize what he was truly feeling. It didn't carry his devotion nor his loyalty to you. It didn't send the message of how much he cared. But, it will always be close enough to an "I love you" that he could ever manage to tell you.

[livinginthesky]

It has happened again.

a filthy, deprived simp. A sinner. Have ben ensnared, enraptured by llllust.

These beautiful (and unattainable) men have gripped my very soul, and I cannot free myself from their grasp.

And I don't want to.

This is my home now.

(Pictures are from Pinterest. I didn't really bother searching any further and that is laziness on my part. Apologies. I just saw them, foamed at the mouth, squealed and then saved.)

[kortacqueen]

MORE MORE MORE KORTAC INSPIRATION HAS HIT LETS GO

Hutch, my man, is a computer genius

However his true power remains long unknown UNTIL a bet comes around

During one of the team game nights, König loses and is forced to reveal a story about a scar not gotten in the field

He shares a long scar running up his forearm and says it’s from a dirt biking accident, mentioning that there may be footage of it somewhere

He doubts anyone actually saw it since it was only aired locally

Hutch says ‘if I find it, can I show it to everyone?’

König responds (he is a little drunk) ‘I bet you can’t find it, but if you do I’ll owe you one favor AND tell you another story of a scar, just you.’

Time passes and people move on. It’s a while before they are all able to have a full team game night together

Before they can start, Hutch gets them all to the rec room, his computer hooked up to the TV

A long video file ready to play as everyone sits down.

‘I win our bet König’ was the only warning everyone got before Hutch started a video of a 15 year old König dirt bike racing in the mountains on old footage.

Clear as day, near the end battling for 1st, a kid nicks König’s bike and he falls off the hill into the deep mud on his arm

Quickly getting back up, he fights for the top spot. In the final stretch, König passes the kid and flips him off

Then proceeds to mock him while on the podium with his still bleeding arm, gesturing that he’s crying then laughs and points

Safe to say a fight broke out and the footage cut off

Hutch was standing there a little to proud of himself, and he does receive his special story

Out of solidarity, he has not looked at anyone’s search history on base.

Hutch, Declan, Oni, Roze, Zeus, and Horangi are great singers and have amazing range

Stilletto, Zero, and Askel should never be allowed to sing and aren’t banned but they will get glares

All of KorTac are a little sadistic in battle, but there is definitely a range.

Surprisingly König, Stiletto, and Oni are at the top of this list. Callisto is the only one who will force them to stop.

Oni can, will, and has cut off arms with his katanas just to leave them to bleed out

König likes to use a sledgehammer when available, he swings so it hits the enemy’s head but there is usually a wall of floor to meet them.

He has a biting problem too. If you put your hand on or near his mouth he will bite you through the mask if need be, fingers have been lost and König thinks it’s hilarious.

All of them carry a spare balaclava in case comeones is ripped, most often Horangi’s or König’s.

Some of them take medication for many things

Most for PTSD and depression, König for those and anxiety and insomnia (caused by his anxiety and depression)

The man is bad WITH his medication, without it he is so much worse. As an unmedicated kid who needed meds, he would hardly leave his room and would panic attack upon returning

The days that he misses, he locks himself in his room and cries all day

Though one of the lesser religious of the group, Klaus embodies the Christmas spirit the most

Though, he acts more like a demented Santa

Singing carols with twisted lyrics as he completes his missions, finishing with a ‘ho ho ho, and have a merry Christmas in hell’

He gained an affectionate nickname of ‘Krampus’ given to him by Fender and König who grew up with it.

It was not out of kindness or humor that they gave him this name like everyone believes.

To strengthen his bond with the name, he researched several different traditions over many countries with the creature and began to terrorize them all.

Fender and König were terrorized the most and their childhood trauma/fear was used against them.

Declan found this especially funny. You could tell Klaus just pranked them is Declan was seen with tears in his eyes.

Eventually, Fender and König call him Krampus throughout the year, while the rest stick to just Christmas time.

Zeus, although very polite, can be incredibly judgemental.

If someone eats something he deems as disgusting, he’ll scrunch up his face and give this horrified look.

This look has spared no one and made several people cry.

The reveal of König as a Colonel had shaken everyone. Apparently Zero was the only one who guessed right but was under the impression König had no idea how he got there

Which, to be fair, is kinda true

[maken-cheezy]

Some old art and a new WIP bc school is taking me out!! I’m also trying to work on drawing in different angles so hopefully the finished product will look epiccc!!!!1!1!!1!

[whiterotbo]

For fucking God, I LOVE COLORS!!!

colored pencils were invented by the gods

[captain-mj]

Hear me out, love square/circle/whatever the correct shape is with Oni, Krueger, König and Horangi.

Oni has a love-hate relationship with Krueger (he wants him to suffer, but only he's allowed to make him suffer. And maybe they kiss and fuck when tensions are too high, type thing) and sees how upset Horangi being with König makes Krueger, so he ALSO sets out to ruin their relationship.

It was already bad when Krueger made the fights seem like something Horangi started, but now Oni is backing him up, acting as a witness and maybe even lying to König about fights that never happened.

Do what you will with this, I just like the idea of Oni and Krueger being mean and a little vicious. I love the fandom, but not everyone has to be nice all the time!!

Your brain.... fucking galaxy sized my God.

Oni and Krueger being fuck buddies that lowkey hate each other is such a good take. It's also interesting because I don't know too much about Oni, but I do know that a big part of his backstory is an urge to clear his family name after they became criminals due to hard times. So the fact that Krueger is canonically a murderer who fled the country and joined the military to escape charges... Just... the opposition. The contrast of each other. Oni who was forced out of the military due to his father and forced to become a mercenary where Krueger was booted from the military due to killing several civilians and having to escape custody for it...

Krueger is literally everything Oni is against, but in a way, so is Horangi. I could imagine how an infatuation with Krueger, who still wants König, could cause Oni to in some ways to resent Horangi and König.

This is just a splendid idea. May have to start using it more.

[ellilyre]

I just watched the DnD movie so now I'm gonna give each CoD character a DnD class

Price is a good old ranger. Knows what to do and how to lead his team and survive in any environment

Logically, Soap should be artificer, you know, boom boom, ka-frecking-boom, ect. But tbh I prefer druid, i think he's kind of polyvalent and lowkey chaotic/wild (let this man be a honey badger)

Ghost is simple. Stealth, ghost-like, boogey-man like, tragic backstory... yeah rogue fit just right. tho I don't think it's enough for his combat skills, so I'm gonna say multiclass rogue-fighter

For Gaz I'm gonna say sorcerer. I can't really explains because I'm not very familiar with sorcerers but that not-totally-controlled magic suit him

Alejandro is definitely a paladin. hungry for justice, hero-like, strong, hot, stand for the good of the people, himbo... perfect.

I can see Rudy as a wizard. Like he's getting underestimate but could kick everybody's ass in the room

Valeria is a rogue. Totally stabbing you in the back to get your cool loot

Horangi is a Warlock. His patron is a tiger-like spirit (and gave him tattoos like tiger stripes)

Gromsko is also a ranger, but he's mostly into taming

Farah is a fighter, possible multiclass with ranger (mostly into survive)(this one feels kinda underwhelming, I'm sorry Farah :(

Alex is also a paladin. the goodest boy in town (and a himbo)

And for König I'm not sure but let's say barbarian, he has the physical build for

[shauryemma]

Creo definitivamente que voy a reescribir la historia de Inner Demons porque me han llegado ideas nuevas, creo que podría hacer una historia mejor que la que comencé.

Aquí vamos con las expresiones de Inner Demon Ghost:

Más allá de tener incrustada la máscara y que sea biológicamente parte de su rostro, Ghost/Simon es bastante expresivo, la mayoría de sus emociones las expresa a través de sus ojos y los movimientos de su boca, sus cejas no se mueven mucho salvó cuando está verdaderamente cabreado.

Aunque la mayoría de las veces está cabreado cuando se transforma, su InD es invocado con las emociones fuertes de Ghost, como la ira, el instinto de supervivencia, la inseguridad... A syy vez también se ve influenciado por la luz de la Luna como un Licantropo la cual despierta su instinto más primitivo.

Curiosamente, el InD de Ghost es relativamente joven, si bien Ghost tiene casi 50 años, su InD nació hace relativamente poco, casi como 3 años desde que existe en el cuerpo y mente de Simón, por ende al ser más joven es más activo, y a veces se puede mofar del autocontrol de Ghost y aprovechar para tener el control.

Simón está en una lucha constante por controlar a su InD, por suerte para él su personalidad le saca ventaja a su joven InD por ende no tienen un alter ego en su demonio interno porque es Ghost quien domina su propia mente y al ser demoniaco que yace en su interior.

A veces Ghost suele atascarse en la forma de su InD, aunque en el fondo cree que ésto es una jugarreta de su InD para que vea lo que se siente estar en el "asiento trasero" de su mente, por ende cuando está fuera de peligro, sin misiones o completamente libre, Ghost en su forma de InD y atascado es completamente inofensivo y si está cansado posiblemente duerma por días enteros.

Y si puede arrastrar a Jhonny a su siesta pseudo hibernación lo hará.

En cambio, si Ghost se quedó atascado en su forma InD durante una misión, será en extremo peligroso, para sus enemigos, tendrá varios episodios violentos, sanguinarios y posiblemente además de matar se coma a sus víctimas por puro morbo.

(Lo que termina en que cuando vuelva a ser humano, Simón estará vomitando toda la m1erda que tragó en su forma InD.)

También es bastante sobreprotector, con sus colegas, en especial con Jhonny, al cual vigila en todo momento para evitar un incidente como el disparo en el pecho....

InD Ghost es extremadamente Glotón, aunque no come cualquier cosa, normalmente le gusta la carne de calidad, o comida de calidad, bueno, los sandwichs que Soap se prepara asi mismo podrían considerarse comida que no tiene ningún tipo de calidad especial, son solo emparedados, pero a Ghost le gusta hacer enojar a su Sargento así que le roba los aperitivos.

A InD Ghost le molesta muchísimo que lo traten como a un inofensivo monstruo o que lo subestimen, y cuando alguien hace una broma demasiado pesada, InD Ghost responde con actos... Interesante mente violentos hacia lo que aquella persona más ame, aunque curiosamente ésto solo se los hace a los desconocidos, a Alejandro y compañía, a Price lo respeta y a Soap... Bueno, ya con robarle cosas es suficiente para molestarlo un poco.

La elección de colores que hice para InD Ghost están inspiradas en la ropa que usa, se que su piel negra quizá no sea fácil de indentificar además de su máscara, el pasamontañas que tiene en la cabeza está casi fusionado a su cráneo, y tiene un poco de cabello rubio brotando, tiene más bello que pelaje, es bastante lampiño, pero lo compensa con la exoarmaduras de hueso que tiene en el resto de su cuerpo.

[thybreadmolds]

More Oni!Ghost, he’s a clingy bastard.

(Tried a new line art technique out. Makes it feels so nice. Feels so warm. Good job me :0D )

[quozacheese]

🐯💀👺

[can0fwworms]

the cod community rlly sleeping on another masked babygirl (and he's a little fucked up <3)