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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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Cabin in the woods (yan!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!Horangi)

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

TW: Yandere, Age gap(Reader in her early 20, murder husband in their late 30), Serial Killers, Mild Gore, Extreme dub-con(Bordering cnc), Blood, Horror, Kidnapping

CHAPTER 1 You meet two weird locals at the corner store in a city in the middle of Austrian woods. Your timid nature is going to be your downfall.

Come to the woods, your assholes-of-a-friend said. Come on, he said, I know that for someone like you, dwelling in some shitty forest for three or more days only to drink mediocre beer and probably have even more mediocre sex while mosquitos are biting at your vagina sounds like your worst nightmare, but! Have you considered it could be fun?

Yeah, you have considered it. Considered it, thought about it and already decided not to engage with the idea. Spending the holiday in your own country, your own city and by your computer was far better than running around some random Austrian forest – and so you decided to kinda…ditch the idea.

Considering what happened in the next few days, you really should have been more true to your words.

Because you agreed to the proposition – because you don’t want to antagonize your friends, because you already feel strained from them, because they are assholes and they continue to be assholes but they are the only ones you have. Maybe you shouldn’t rot in your room, maybe you should agree to spend Spring break with them, getting drunk in the woods and maybe chasing some wild boars across the place.

— Sorry.

Some asshole – not the friend one, just an asshole in general, like everyone else in this fucking country that is so stuck up at being in the woods and mountains, that you are literally going to be sick – took the last remaining bottle of coke that was still left on the shelve. You were not having it because it was almost night already, the last remaining store open in the area, and you needed your sugar fix and something to mix alcohol with so you wouldn’t get drunk and stupid immediately.

You aren’t letting go of the bottle.

The guy doesn’t let go either.

— Sorry, I think I got it first.

You hate how weak your voice is. Never be the active, social one of your friends, you’re stuck being just a dumb girl who has literally everyone walking all over her. You decided to dig your heels into the ground and sent this asshole where he belongs – so, your grip on the bottle intensifies.

— Haven’t seen you.

He tugs the bottle back to him – and he has some arm strength, surprisingly for someone in this town. To be quite honest, you are too intimidated by his deep, annoyed voice to even consider looking at him, so you don’t know what the guy looks like. Maybe it’s an MMA champion – celebrity shop at some weird corner stores in abandoned Austrian cities too.

— I am very sorry, but I really, really need this bottle.

You don’t, actually. There are multiple bottles of Pepsi right here, and not like you have a very specific preference for the drink that is bad for you. You just got tired of people walking all over you, tired of your friends that constantly getting you into their shenanigans without asking for your opinion and you just want something good happening to you at least once. So, you tug the bottle back to you, and press it against your chest, hoping that whoever this man is will get the memo and get the fuck away from you until you’ll get your pepper spray. Ah, right, you forgot to bring one…well, he doesn’t have to know about that.

— What do you need this bottle for?

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

The man sneered and you finally got a good look at him. And…fuck.

Tall, broad, maybe more on the leaner side, but you can clearly see his tight muscles that form this perfect, thin type of masculinity that makes you think about greet athletes and that weird webtoon you were occasionally reading because you don’t have anything better to do with your life. You lick your lips, nervously, suddenly aware of the fact that you wear some old hoodie, battered jeans, and exactly zero makeup – you were supposed to get chased by the bears in the forest, not a meet-cute annoying strangers.

He is Korean if little doodles on his jacket and an accent are saying the truth. You force yourself to get your gaze away from the mask that was covering more than half of his face, black glasses that obstruct the view even more, and messy black hair – the only thing about his appearance that you can actually see.

Maybe, it’s good that you can’t see his face – you need to get out of here, preferably with a bottle of coke and some other snacks before your friends start questioning why the only person who didn’t want to go is so reluctant about leaving the store. Besides, it’s already almost closing time and you need to gather your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you push the bottle closer to you.

But this time, he didn’t humor you with softness. He kept it close to himself and suddenly, you are very aware of how much weaker you are than him. You could put up a good fight against a mouse, maybe, a squirrel on a good day – but in this tugging match, you were no, pun intended, match for him. You look closely at his cargo jacket – the patches look official, normal, making you think about the military and what the fuck Korean soldier is doing in the small town somewhere in the rural, touristy-foresty-mountainy part of Austria.

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly.

— Yes, it is. Give up now.

He has that weird calmness in his voice – a low grumble that makes you shiver, the urge to just give up your control and present him your neck like a good pet makes you want to vomit. God, it’s humiliating – you just hope that your friends won’t be here to witness your utter humiliation.

— I really, really need this bottle. Please?

You master your best puppy eyes, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, hoping he has at least a somewhat working and aching heart inside of his lean, muscular chest. The dark glasses of his don’t allow you to see his face clearly, but you can feel how he slowly eyes you from head to toe, slowing down at how much your hands are trembling at the confrontation.

In a normal situation, you would give up already. But this isn’t a normal situation – you wanted to learn how to be brave, independent, and stand up for yourself in small things, even if your friends still going to swirl you around into making dumb decisions.

— I was the first to grab it. Why should I give it to you?

His voice is mesmerizing – you didn’t expect something as deep from a random stranger in the corner shop and here you are, embarrassed, cheeks heated because you want to ditch your friends and look at the random guy you just met. Ah, the tragedy of meeting someone remotely attractive and closer to your age – or at least looking like it – in a mundane place so that the horny thoughts would make room inside your head.

— Because this would cheer me up really nice, sir.

You master even puppier eyes – and you lick your lips some more, hoping to elongate the point of how shitty your day was, and how nice it would be, just to have a bottle of coke to cheer you up. Man lets go of a grumpy noise, shaking his head.

“Fucking tourists” he mutters – and you feel even more embarrassed immediately. If anything, he is probably a tourist too!

— Sir? So the coke-stealer has manners after all.

His laugh is dry, and you want to take the bottle and leave – but when you yank it closer, he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grabs it even firmer, thin plastic deforms under his touch, and the tactical gloves he is wearing are only empathizing with the vast difference between you and him.

— I’m not a coke-stealer. I had dibs on this bottle.

He stares at you, tilting his head to the side. You look stubborn, like an angry little kitten – and, god fucking dammit, Horangi loved cats. Always wanted to get one or two, adorable furballs that would lay on him and Konig, maybe destroy the wildlife around their house. he loved cats and never had time to take care of them because of their combined jobs – so when he looks at this stubborn little woman – little more in her posture than actual size – he feels all the desire to take a kitten home gets straight into his pants.

He has to find Konig. Ah, and get the bottle back.

— Dibs don’t matter if you can’t even hold it. So, the bottle is mine.

— Sir, if anything, this bottle can’t belong to you yet. You haven’t paid for it!

— You too.

— But I will.

— Just as I am.

He chuckles, more amused than anything. You look angry, you look pissed, you munch on your lower lip nervously because you don’t want this man to walk all over you, but you also really want his – it belongs to the state, actually – coke. So, you yank it one last time, already preparing to give up and drink Pepsi as the loser woman you are.

Instead, the bottle goes right into your hand with ease – and you fall on your back, losing the connection between your legs and the ground. You prepare to fall and crack your head on the floor, just like a wet kitten of a person you are.

Instead, you stumble into…something. You want to say that it’s something soft, maybe a snack aisle or the pillows that are being sold in this store for some reason, but this mysterious “something” under your cheek is firm, tense and warm.

Just like in the worst romantic comedies you ever saw, you are crushed into a broad male’s chest. Don’t mess it up with another man’s broad chest, those are actually two very different individuals and the concentration of pecks on the square meter already makes you feel uneasy. You bite your lips nervously, wanting nothing more but to disappear – you finally have the bottle in your hands and you can swiftly retreat to the cashier on the other side of the shop, but the man behind you stops you.

— What’s going on, Tigeren?

Ah, good. The wall of muscles behind you smells of generic male deodorant and something metallic – and has the voice of a Greek god mixed with the most stereotypical Austrian accent ever. Not like you are an expert on accents or voices or tones because you’re not sure that Greek gods would have such high and grumbling voices, but you stand not corrected, drowning in your bad decisions.

You feel the firm hold on your shoulder gently put you away slightly, as the man comes to touch the asshole’s hand. Softly, gently, you want someone to touch you like this. You lift your gaze from the pair and…

Did you miss a Halloween party with the tough rule of wearing a mask all the time, even when you’re going out to grab some more snacks? You lower your gaze from the man who also wears a generic black mask and dark glasses, your eyes slowly go down to his pants and…

Did you miss a horse-riding party?

— Some tourist tried to steal my coke. Nothing, Ko.

— I’m not a tourist.

You mumble, under your breath. You don’t want to be here – the area suddenly becomes intoxicating, you feel out of place and you want to run away as fast as possible but the only thing you can do is to just strive on, hoping that you’d at least keep your beverage with you. You take a step to the side, hoping to retreat quietly, like a ninja – but they both notice and turn to your side immediately.

— This is a dangerous place, lady.

The tall guy – well, they are both tall, but the second one is fucking enormous, towering over the shelves and making you feel insignificant compared to him – grumbles it gently, almost carefully. You are inclined to listen to him, taking up his words like a damned prophecy. You know this place is dangerous – it’s a forest in the mountains of Austria, of course, it is dangerous, you tried to tell your friends this, but…well, to no avail. Useless as usual.

— I’m aware, thank you. Can I…excuse me, I will leave now.

— With my coke.

Korean guy snorts, the clear amusement in his voice. You don’t like the way he emphasizes the point of you stealing it from him – you both are entitled to it, if anything, he is the weird one to think that he has some special dibs for this. The bottle is already warmed up from your combined touches and you groan from the fact – now you will have to choke on the warm cola while all of your friends have fun with their dumb alcohol cocktails and ice cubes and everything you forgot to bring because you were the last one to get here. Because you were the last one they asked to join – feeling like an afterthought, you lick your lips nervously.

— Of course. The one you wrestled out of my hold.

— You let go of it, sir.

— Didn’t want to make a scene with a little thing like you.

You feel the tips of your ears burning. Oh, how you wanted to punch both of them – the tall one and the slightly less tall one, both chuckling like a pair of grannies on the porch. Like this fucking place needed more bears.

— You should be careful around these parts. Weird things going around.

The mountain has spoken again – weird, but all of his phrases feel more like something straight up from a horror movie. Combined with the eerie dim light of the tiny store and his mask, it sent a shiver down your spine. Gosh, you need to watch fewer horror movies and read less terrible dark romance books. You are jumpy, nervous, anxious, everything that doesn’t combine well with a forest trip.

You take a step back and the blue eyes follow you. When did he take off his sunglasses? Why do they both need sunglasses at night?

He looks at you and, fucks sake, you stumble into the aisle again. With a bottle of coke in your hand, which isn’t the best weapon in the world, you stumble to the cashier.

Cold gaze follows you. Oh, how he follows you.

You nervously bring the coke bottle to the old man behind the counter, listening to the tired German speech – you recognize the numbers, memorize the price of a single bottle, and yet…you feel the eyes glue to your back as you desperately rummage through your pockets. You swear to god that you had cash on you this exact morning – but you go through your pockets, through your backpack, and try to search for maybe some old cents and cards.

Nothing.

God, you feel like a failure – embarrassed that you wasted so much time trying to get this bottle only to put it back on the shelf in defeat and…

— On me. Move your ass, tourist.

The Korean guy notches your side and you glare at him with a mix of anger and shame – he pays for the bottle, probably grinning from how well he taught this annoying as fuck tourist a lesson, and also for the few snacks he bought, probably for himself and his…friend? Boyfriend?

You move your ass obediently, going out of the store, and your head hangs low in defeat. Your friends are smoking outside, everyone is visibly annoyed with how long it took you only to go out empty-handed. Jenny, one of your girlfriends, a tall brunette with a perfect fucking body that shouldn’t belong to someone in the real world and not 90-era comedies, looks…worried.

You went to ask her what was wrong, but she shook her head, looking somewhere behind you.

You stare at the ground, watching as your shriveled shadow from the single-store light swiftly being absorbed by someone’s much larger frame. You gulp, not wanting to look behind you, knowing what – or who – you might want.

Tall guy with a…coke bottle? Well, you weren’t expecting that. He gives you the bottle and you can almost see the condescending smile on his face as his fingers linger on your hand for longer than they should be. You take the offer, not really understanding what the fuck is really going on.

— Thank…you?

— No problem, kleine.

You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands are trembling. Jenny looks at you with surprise, clearly not expecting nerdy ol’ you to pull someone so…well, not nerdy and maybe old.

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright?

— Did you drop it or something?

— I…I think I lost my wallet. Have you seen it?

She stops for a second, thinking. There are a few things Jenny is good at – burning the tip of her tongue with a lighter, wearing crop tops, eating men alive (unless they are the most annoying ones alive). Lying isn’t one of them – not because she is a good person, but because she would rather flip your shit upside down and make you as upset as she possibly could.

— Chad took it. Said you’d find the nearest bus to get the fuck out of here if you’d have it.

He…

You can’t fucking believe this. All this humiliation because her annoying boyfriend didn’t want you to ruin this little unfriendly gathering. You feel angry tears in the corners of your eyes, almost ready to sniffle like the needy thing you are. God, you’re weak and pathetic and…

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention.

— Ladies like you shouldn’t go out this late. Bad things might happen.

Jenny snorted and you already wanted to close your eyes. She was clearly not having it and she had a very short temper – you take a step back, towards her, hoping to set her down. Instead, she took one look at your pleading expressions, and it made her even more annoyed. She was never good with locals.

— We’re getting out of this dump as soon as possible, sir. Didn’t ask for your opinion though.

He chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

— Just wanted to warn you. Tourists are disappearing around these parts.

— We’re not some dumb tourists.

— Ach? You aren’t?

Jenny fails to hear the amusement in her voice. You tuck the Coke bottle in your arms, hoping that they would stop.

— We’re not a bunch of dumb tourists and we will call the police if you’d proceed harassing us.

— Just wanted to give your friend what she forgot. Keep an eye on each other, ja?

— We will. Fuck off before I’m calling the 9-1-1, verstehen?

You feel even more embarrassed as she storms off to the truck where Chad and everyone else is staying, not even paying you a glance – too used to your sorry ass going right after her, like a lapdog that your other friend likes to bring everywhere in her tiny pink purse.

You sigh, feeling horrible. The guy is creepy. Tall, looming over everyone, both of them are fucking terrifying – but they paid for the coke and the Austrian one is genuinely trying to tell you something. A bit paranoid, maybe, but you see the cargo jacket he is wearing, so he is probably either a paranoid survivalist or maybe a part of the military. You like having someone worried about your safety, even in more of a scary horror movie-esque form.

— I’m…sorry for Jenny. She isn’t always like this, we’re just tired after a long road.

— You were driving whole day?

— We’re, um…on a trip. You know, a little getaway in the woods. Would have been nice.

The giant tilts his head to the side. You just noticed that his hands are twitching a little, fidgeting with the bottom part of his jacket. You find it almost cute, endearing in a way – at least he is as anxious about talking to you as you are to him. You find yourself also fidgeting on the bottle, swirling it in your hands, never understanding what you should do in a somewhat normal social situation.

— Be careful, kleine Hase. Like I said, it’s a dangerous place for young ladies like you.

The way he said it, calling you a young lady, made him look extremely old – and made you feel even more embarrassed and uncertain about your future. Here you are, wasting your youth on shitty road trips to Austrian woods instead of reading horror books and watching romance movies.

— Thank you, sir. I…I’ll keep that in mind.

— Are you two alone on the trip?

Alright, it was a bit creepy. his cold blue gaze bores in your face, making you feel small.

— No, Our male friends are with us.

He humms, almost sounding amused.

— Good. Wouldn’t want it to be too easy.

— Sorry?

— Wouldn’t want someone bad to hurt you so easily.

You smile. He is nice, even if a bit creepy – you nod slightly, taking a step towards the truck, since everyone else already got in and you still have a long road to the place of your camp.

— Thank you for the bottle, sir.

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja?

You nod.

Keeping yourself safe sure does sound nice. You can do it, right? (You can’t, but you don’t know that yet)

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diejager · 8 months

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Helping hand

Pairing: Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin & König x fem!reader

Cw: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, cream pie, biting, marking, fluff, romantic/gentle sex?, Horangi being so gentle, Colonel König (he’s a warning by himself), tell me. If I missed any. wc: 0.8k

Your back arched over the bed, toes curling with a high whine leaving your throat as you pushed his head away. Finger digging into Horangi’s black hair, pulling and pushing him from between your thighs. You squirmed and cried, body at the mercy of Horangi’s hunger, his tongue sloppily rolling your swollen clit and his fingers knuckle deep inside of your slick cunt.

“No more-!” You pleaded, tears falling from your lashes. “Please!”

His only response was to push a third finger in, curling them upwards, smirking smugly while he continuously hit your g-spot, bathing in your erotic mewls and toe-curling gasps. He hummed, his rough voice rumbling against your nub, the fat of his tongue lifting the hood to press your uncovered clit. You jolted, squealing in your dazed struggle to escape his torturous pleasure, thighs closing around his head and nails pulling the roots of his soft hair.

Your body tensed, your head thrown back with a drained-out moan, and the knot in your hot navel snapped. Horangi groaned, mouth leaving your clit to lap at your wet pussy, drinking up your slick from the source, thrusting his tongue inside of your warmth. When he pulled away, he stared at your gasping figure through his narrowed eyes, sucking his fingers one by one, giving you a show of how sexy and teasing the usually stoic and blunt Korean could be. You gave him a stuttered moan, sitting up with shaky limbs.

“You still have to stretch her for me, Horangi,” a deeper voice came from Horangi’s back, a warm palm cupping his nape and pushing him towards you. “Weitergehen.” [Go on]

Obeying König’s commanding tone, Horangi unbuckled his belt, sighing when his hard shaft bobbed once he lowered his briefs. Kneeling on the bed’s edge, he grasped your ankle and pulled, making you yelp. He slotted himself between your legs, grinding his leaking cock over your fold, slicking himself up. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, pressing kisses onto the sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder as his tip poked at your slit, prodding gently before he pushed in.

Your hands gripped his forearms, breathing softly as he pushed inch after inch in until he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping your ass as he snapped his hips. You curled into him with every thrust, hanging onto every sweetening word he mumbled to you. His loving pet names, his soft reassurance and his dirty compliments made you shake, the tips of your nerves burning with a blush that seemed louder than the beat of your erratic heart.

His hips stuttered when you wrapped your legs around his slim waist, bitting the smooth lobe of his ear, asking for more, the words mixed in the torrent of pleasure and ecstasy, drunk or high, you wanted him. He swore, muttering curses as his pace hastened, slamming into you. The loud squelch would’ve made you blush, flustered by how loud your coupling was if you weren’t so lost in your haze, hips bucking skyward and back curving, baring your throat to him. You raked your nails down his naked back and he groaned from both pain and pleasure.

“Come, Maus,” König’s familiar voice carried through your haze, his calming hand caressing the top of your head, fingers brushing your hair from your face while he urged you to your edge. “Meine süße Maus.”

Your body reacted to his command, it tensed and coiled, your limbs shook and your walls clamped around Horangi’s throbbing cock. He let out small moans, his pace growing sloppy with time, his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you towards him, your harder nipples flush against his chest. You cried out his name, first Horangi then König’s, you shuddered as you came, your high bringing an end to Horangi’s thrusting. He cursed, rutting against you, hitting deeply as his throbbing cock spurted rope after rope of warm cum. He trembled, teeth clamped down on the skin of your shoulder. Horangi ground into you, shallowly thrusting his cum deeper while he panted, complimenting you with honeyed words.

You shared a moment of calm and clarity, taking in each other while you slowly rode off your high. It was a comforting and loving silence as if only you mattered to him in this world. A calm bubble that seemed to exclude König, but he wasn’t bothered by it, in fact, he welcomed such small moments of mundane love and normalcy in their hectic lives as KorTac operators. The Austrian sat on your left, his hand soothing the chills on Horangi’s back, it went up his back to hold your hand, intertwining your fingers as he brought it to his veiled lips.

“You did well, Maus,” he kissed each of your knuckles, pulling his veil and balaclava up to bite the tips of your fingers, nipping you playfully. “Rest for now, then I’ll have you as I want.”

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klaart · 8 months

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S'more-Tac!!

Körangi origin story vvv

S'more-Tac!!

König’s a factory error but Horangi still likes them:)

#modern s'morefare #marshmallow warfare #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod fanart #cod mwii #cod horangi #horangi #kim horangi hong jin #horangi mw2 #horangi cod #könig cod #könig mw2 #cod könig #könig #horangi x könig #könig x horangi

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ruiimellowww · 1 year

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ITS MY HUBBIES! YIPPIE!!

#horangi #cod horangi #horangi mw2 #codmw2 #call of duty #körangi #König #könig cod #horangi x könig

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spiderside99 · 10 months

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könig acts like a dog

#korangi #konig x horangi #horangi x könig #forgot to post this from twitter #im still so confused how this was my most liked tweet

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tb-png · 1 year

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marked up - 🐯👑

some doodles ahdksjd

based off of this tweet LMAO

#tbpng #call of duty #körangi #horangi x könig #könig call of duty #könig #horangi #könig x horangi #cod horangi #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mwii

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mustasekittens · 1 year

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nice cat

#körangi #könig #könig x horangi #horangi x könig #korangi #cod #COD MW2 #call of duty mwii #mwii #cod mwii #könig fanart #horangi fanart #könig mw2 #horangi mw2 #cod fanart #fanart #sketch #mustasekittens #my art

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writeforfandoms · 8 months

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Run Wild 1

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You transferred in to Kortac thinking you'd be the only shifter. You were wrong. Very wrong. But maybe these two aren't so bad after all.

Warnings: Swearing, minor jumpscare, reader is very briefly harassed (and deals with it too), brief violence, implied threat of violence, shifter etiquette.

Word count: 2k

Eventual Horangi x König x f!mink shifter!reader

You paused outside, bag still in hand, inhaling deeply. Nobody had warned you that there would be shifters here.

Probably because your own status as a shifter wasn't anywhere on your paperwork, but still!

Well. Maybe you'd get lucky and you'd avoid them, at least for now. After all, KorTac was not a small company, there was every possibility that you'd be able to just sneak by as one of the new recruits. Maybe–

You stopped dead as you spotted someone watching you from across a short field. Sunglasses concealed his eyes, and almost no skin was visible. But you knew he was staring at you.

Well. Fuck.

You hurried to slip in the middle of the other recruits, hoping that would help you hide.

Okay. This was… less than ideal. Maybe you could still salvage this. If you hid with the others, your scent wouldn't be as noticeable. And you'd just have to be very careful about where and when you shifted, which had been your life for the past few years anyway.

And it worked. For a solid week, nobody approached you or questioned you or anything. Recruit bunks were less than ideal but, again, it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before.

One week of training, getting to know the new base, and staying under the radar enough.

Then your luck ran out.

You were heading back to the bunks with a group of recruits when they all stopped dead. You stumbled to a halt a moment later.

The biggest man you'd ever seen in your life stood in front of the group of you, hood concealing everything about him but his eyes. Bulging arms crossed over his chest, effortlessly intimidating the entire group.

"You stay." The voice was accented differently than you expected, and those eyes focused on you.

"The rest of you, go."

You jumped and turned to look, finding the sunglasses man from before standing behind the group.

The rest of the recruits all vanished. Great.

"With me." The sunglasses one turned sharply and started walking. A quick glance over your shoulder showed that the big guy was still behind you, clearly waiting for you to obey. Shoulders slumped, you gave in.

The three of you walked to the far end of base, where there was no one around and a lot of open space. Great. Not threatening at all. Cool.

"You're a shifter." Sunglasses stopped and turned to look at you. His tone was almost bland except for the thinnest bit of anger.

You just swallowed but didn't verbally reply. All three of you knew the truth. You knew they could smell it on you, just as you could smell that they were both shifters.

"You didn't come introduce yourself." He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, tipping his head until you could see his eyes, almost amber.

"Didn't know there were shifters here." Which was the truth, but also a weak excuse. Any normal shifter would have asked ahead of time.

He took one step closer to you, and you resisted the urge to back up. "Packless?"

You nodded, just once. But didn't bare your throat to him. Not yet.

"Shift."

You blinked at the order, and it was an order, with the full weight of the alpha behind it. You chewed on your lip for a moment, glancing back at the big guy again. He leaned closer to you, big and threatening.

Well. This was potentially going to be embarrassing.

You shifted, not bothering to remove any clothing first. It was the first time in years you'd shifted in front of others, and it left you oddly anxious. You wiggled out of your clothes easily and peered up at the two.

They were much, much bigger this way. (Most everything was when you weighed two pounds.)

They both stared down at you. The big one crouched down slowly, one gloved hand reaching out slowly to you.

"Tiny," he muttered.

You bared your teeth at him, undaunted by his size. You'd bite him if he kept this up.

"Enough." The alpha crouched down too, hands dangling between his knees, sunglasses inscrutable. “You’ve got two options here. You submit, or you transfer out.”

Well. When he put it like that. You took a couple cautious steps closer to him, heart hammering against your ribs. You knew what you had to do. It was just. Not easy. But you forced yourself to roll over onto your back, exposing your soft underside. (Although, really, you were so tiny if either of them caught you it wouldn’t be hard to hurt you.)

The alpha rumbled softly in approval, making it easier to stay still. “Shift and get dressed,” he ordered. “We’ll show you the pack room.” He pushed up to his feet, motioning to the other shifter as well. Leaving you to shift and scramble back into your clothes in record time before jogging after them.

“You have a pack room?” You glanced between the two, undeniably curious.

Sunglasses looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “Never had one?”

“Of course I have.” You looked away. You were terrible at lying when asked a direct question like that. Lying on paperwork was so much easier!

“Where did you transfer from?” That came from the giant in the hood.

You told him slowly, a little reluctant. Because you knew that if they checked records, there weren’t any shifters on that base, and hadn’t been for years.

There was a very good possibility that you’d still get in a boatload of trouble over this. Fuck.

The alpha went first into the barracks, and you followed him. He completely ignored most of the rooms, instead heading for the back of the building. He pushed open a door, striding inside.

A very large couch took up a good portion of the room, with a TV in front of it. A corner had been dedicated to a minifridge and microwave.

It was… oddly cozy. And smelled entirely of the two of them. You blinked a couple times, looking around. This was not what you’d expected. At all.

The alpha settled in the single chair in the room, while the big one took the couch. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not sure where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to do.

“Sit.” The alpha nodded to the couch. So you sat, carefully, on the edge of one cushion. He huffed out a soft sound of amusement. “We’re not going to eat you.”

“I was not thinking that, that’s actually worse.” You wrinkled your nose.

“What is your shift?” The big one tipped his head to one side, like some big curious pup.

“A mink.” You raised one eyebrow at him. “You?”

He huffed. “A bear.”

You blinked. You’d always known that bigger predators were more common than little ones like you, but damn. You turned your gaze to the alpha, curious.

His teeth glinted when he smiled. “Tiger.”

“Well.” You pursed your lips. You were comically tiny in comparison. Even as a human, you were considerably shorter than both of them.

“When was the last time you were in a pack?” The alpha didn’t lean forward, but you could tell he was curious.

“Recently,” you hedged.

The alpha huffed but didn’t push further. You had a feeling he was letting the topic rest for now, rather than permanently.

“You’re allowed here any time,” he said instead of continuing questioning you. “Tomorrow you’ll start training with us.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. At least not so soon. Sure packs were supposed to do stuff like that but you’d expected more of a trial period first, or something. “Yes sir.”

He nodded once, and that was that.

Of course, training turned out to not be what you’d expected. Horangi first put you through your paces, expression completely hidden, only whiffs of scent giving you any clue as to what he was feeling. Mostly amusement. Undoubtedly at your expense.

König simply watched from the sidelines, but he was easier to read. He enjoyed watching you, occasional murmurs of encouragement or little hisses of sympathy.

But neither of them moved when a big guy sidled up to you, smirking.

He was gonna be an ass.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing here?” the big guy asked, mockingly cooing at you.

You showed your teeth in a smile. “Training.”

“Yeah? Training how to be a good girl?” He chuckled at his own joke.

You did not. You narrowed your eyes, assessing him quickly. He was bigger than you, with a longer reach. But he was probably slower. Not to mention he wasn’t suspecting a thing.

So you brought your knee up hard into his crotch, grinning with malicious glee at his pained wheeze. When his hands flew to cover himself, you punched him in the chest, once, hard. Just above his diaphragm. He wheezed, doubling over, struggling to breathe.

You stepped away from him to give yourself space… straight into Horangi. You jumped, but his hand simply settled on your shoulder, stilling you.

So when the big guy finally lifted his head, looking mad as hell, he faltered at the sight of Horangi behind you.

“Run along.” Horangi didn’t even sound threatening. Just bored. Like this didn’t matter to him, a mere blip in his day.

The soldier didn’t question it, just hobbled away carefully without another word.

Huh. Okay, this whole pack business wasn’t all bad.

Of course, it wasn’t all good, either. Training with the two of them put a noticeable distance between yourself and the other recruits, which made for some very annoying moments at meals and in the bunks. It also gave you less free time (which wasn’t all bad but it was something to grumble about).

Slowly, though, you relaxed around them, spending time in the pack room and learning more about them. Not that they made it easy - as much as you didn’t like to answer questions about yourself, they were every bit as bad. Getting information out of them was difficult, and most of the time you didn’t bother.

But you did learn by observing. You learned that Horangi preferred tea, that he liked night runs, that he liked water (you’d found him in the base pool more than once). König had a variety of video games he’d play, but he didn’t like to play with an audience. He was also more easily startled than Horangi, which you discovered on accident but absolutely did not regret.

You hadn’t thought you were sneaking. But you walked into the pack room to find König very invested in a game, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He hadn’t acknowledged you, hadn’t even seemed to notice you.

And, well… Look. Minks were mischievous. It was a thing. And you’d been very well behaved around them so far, had only been a bit sassy and hadn’t played any pranks at all.

Yet.

You were literally looking at a golden opportunity.

You couldn’t quite contain your little wiggle of excitement, but then you went still, coiling your muscles. Still no acknowledgement from your big packmate. One slow breath in, and–

You leapt.

König shrieked, dropping the controller and grabbing you before throwing you off his back in a move you couldn’t actually follow. You did follow flying through the air, hitting the wall a few feet from the TV, and falling to the floor. (Fortunately you didn’t hit the wall hard.)

There was dead silence for a full three count.

“What the fuck?” Horangi demanded as he burst into the room, taking in the scene.

You bounced back to your feet with an absolutely gleeful grin, totally unharmed. “Wow, that was fun! Let’s do that again!”

“No!” König sounded mildly panicked, hands up, palms facing you. “Do not!”

“What happened?” Horangi growled out, hands flexing at his sides.

“My fault,” you immediately said, shoulders hunching just a little. “I just wanted to play a little prank. Tried to jumping on his back. But he sent me flying, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages! Please?” You made your eyes big and shiny before turning your gaze on König again.

And he faltered before swearing softly in German. Horangi came to his rescue.

“No,” he drawled. “Not unless you want to bring some mats up here so you have a better landing place. I’m not fixing the wall if you dent it.”

You immediately brightened and König groaned.

#run wild #shifter au #horangi x könig #horangi x König x reader #f!reader #mink shifter

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99pm-e · 9 months

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Milk and stretches makes you big! 🥛🕺

#art #call of duty #fanart #mw2 fanart #horangi #korangi #konig x horangi #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig #horangi x könig #honig #99pm

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Undercover Mission Gone Wrong

Horangi: So you remembered to get the fake marriage certificate right?

König: Fake marriage certificate?

Horangi: Yes, the fake marriage certificate for the mission?

König:

König: Ah

Horangi: König, please do not tell me we are actually fucking married right now

König: Only in Germany :D

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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Cabin in the woods (yan!slasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!slasher!Horangi) part 2

You listen to the story about those woods. Turns out, real life is way, way nastier than any of those stories. Don't lose your head.

TW for the chapter: Blood, gore, dead bodies, slut shaming(usage of outdated horror tropes), knife play, blood play, mentions of STDs

— Do you know what animal is this?

The body of a small creature – rodent, probably, you don’t think there could be any other animals around – was lying on the road near the place you decided to stay for the night. The “Coolest fucking thing in the world that is also just a few hours from here” was still a few hours from here because it was fucking dark and you already left your car on the sidewalk, hoping no one would steal it because honestly, why would anyone need this pile of burning crap.

— According to the “Basic Bestiary of Austrian Animals” it might be an extremely rare Austrian Marmont.

You fucking hated Max. Mostly because his form of being different was “being an intelligent asshole” and also because he would never forget to rub the fact you were behind him in the grades into your face.

— Waaaaaaait, a mamont? But it’s small! You have to give Karen – blonde, tan, tall, straight C everywhere except for her chest (then it would be D everywhere) – credit. As adorably silly as she was, she was still the only person you could have a meaningful conversation with. Except for the times when she was fucking your boyfriends. Or when she forgot that you don’t have a boyfriend so he doesn’t need to fuck random people just to spite you.

— Perhaps, if we are extremely lucky, a European edible dormouse, also known as…

— Fuuuuuck, people eat this thing? Yuck! Austria is like, literally the worst country EVER!

You feel like every second of this conversation, even though you are just listening to it, is going to take 10 years from your life span. You never knew why the two got together – maybe because Max loved fucking someone dumber than he is, and Gretchen loved placing the responsibility for her actions on her beloved sociopathic boyfriend.

You wanted to say that this was literally a fucking squirrel, but you know better. Not like anyone is going to listen anyway.

You get to the supposed location a few hours – already deep in the night, everything that you hate about forests – unkept environment, horrible living conditions, mosquitos, and occasionally wild animals are making you squirm each time your butt switches the place and you involuntarily sit on the cold, damp ground. You lick your lips, trying to adjust in the position in front of the fire. Fire that you probably shouldn’t be making in the middle of the private territory, but Chad said the place belongs to some weird hillbillies who wouldn’t care about a bunch of college grads having fun.

You just finished the last of your coke – mixed with cheap whiskey and rum you got back at home, you feel just buzzy and fuzzy and relaxed enough to at least try to engage with people around you. Just didn’t want to make Jenny embarrassed – she was the one to vouch for you, even though you didn’t want to go camping with them.

— I heard there is something happening in these woods.

Everyone around you groans and you comply, groaning too. Chad has the worst storytelling voice and even Marty – the resident stoner of the group – is visibly unhappy about having to listen to his dumb jokes. Brace yourself for at least twenty minutes of dumb story with a cheap attempt to scare you.

— You talk like those locals. What can be here except for drunkards?

— Very fucking funny, Marty, I hope you laugh at people’s death too.

Everyone groans again.

— Shut up and let me finish! So, there is something hiding in those woods…legends…

— What legends? This place was built like 20 years ago.

— Shut the fuck up, Max! It’s the legends before the town even was built. In those very forests…

— Forests? I thought it was like, just a suburban area.

— It’s wild Austrian woods, why I would put you to adventure in the fucking suburbs?

— You’re a suburb baby.

— Shut it! God, I hate you guys. Alright, so…these woods are populated with…creatures.

— Ooooh, like the mammoth we saw!

— Karen, seriously, what the fuck? These woods are filled with motherfucking human-eating killers, not just some animals!

— Then why do you say “creatures”? — Because it makes for a good fucking story! God, everyone, this is why none of you are studying creative writing!

— Only your parents have money to pay for it.

— This is why you all are fucking losers. Alright…god, I hate you. People went missing in these woods. Mostly tourists, never the local population – this is why police don’t care about it. Bodies were found, half-eaten, rotting under that very tree!

— Which tree? There are like 10 of them just here.

— More like 100.

— Under every fucking tree! — That’s a lot of bodies.

Chad groans, visibly aggressive. You just tilt your head to the side, only talking to him once before taking the last sip of your Coke and standing from your place. You wanted to take a chance to see those woods before you’d be going even deeper the next night – Chad was planning quite an adventure in the wilderness, to your dismay, and you wanted to have a chance to see the cool part of nature before you would grow tired of it.

To your surprise, Karen was nowhere to be seen. Knowing the girl, she is far too innocent and dumb to be here – probably ran away to not listen to scary stories or got lost while trying to find a good place to pee. You sigh, feeling that it is your responsibility to pick her up – she is Marty’s girlfriend, but he is too stoned out to notice her disappearance yet.

You stumble on your foot – alcohol makes you dizzy, makes you relaxed and smiley. You don’t even care that no one came to ask what the fuck you are doing – as far as you aware, they all can go and fuck themselves while you have a lot more fun things to do. Like searching for a drunk girl in the forest in the middle of the night…yeah, you really should work on your definition of fun.

You already a good few minutes into the forest. Nothing but trees, not even a squirrel or a wolf pocking around to feast on yummy bodies. Not like you wanted to see a wolf, of course, but meeting with the wild life could be fun. You’d like to see a bear, for example.

(And you will – just a bit later)

— Karen? Karen, are you alright? You decide to scream for her once you are far enough from your friends that they won’t question why you are so concerned for her. Poor girl was obviously scared and you didn’t want to embarrass her even further, so you stroll through the woods, an empty bottle of coke in your hand – not sure why you didn’t threw it away. Littering isn’t nice, after all.

— Karen? You’re scaring everyone, come out!

You scream some more – she is probably lost, deep enough that she can’t even hear you. You try not to panic, try to be the reasonable friend – it’s usually Jenny’s task but here you are, trying to be the cool one of your friend group. You yell for Karen some more, listening closely to every little sound that could be easily taken as her whimper or cry for help.

Nothing.

Just how far can a scared drunk girl go? Probably not further away than you – you’re already starting to get tired and you knew that Sidhey got far drunker than you are. Which means she could lay here, somewhere, passed from the exhaustion, freezing, with forest animals feasting on her…no, no, you can’t think like that. She is fine, she has to be, or you are going to get into so much trouble with the police and her parents. You never told any of your families about the trip, so you wouldn’t want to get in trouble what ould require their assistance.

You take a step into deeper part of the forest – and you think you saw a glimpse of…something. Metal, probably, might be her phone or that atrociour hair dye she is using to stop everyone from calling her a mouse. You also think you could hear a sound of someone breathing – heavily, gruffly, definitely a male, but you don’t really know how. You squint, trying to see through the trees.

You see Karen.

�� Karen? God, you scared everyone…well, me. Where the fuck have you been?

You smile and wave at her, your drunken state isn’t allowing you to see that, for some weird reason, she isn’t waving back. Or moving, so to speak. She stared at you with that terrified expression of hers and you tilt your head to the side, not udneratanding why is she like that. Something happened between her and others?

You take another step back and Karen falls.

Well…her head falls, anyway.

There are a lot of feelings right now. Panic, panic, panic, a little bit of panic and, oh, who could have guessed, another riel of panic which makes you freak the fuck out and sprint – towards her. Maybe she will be alive if you could put her head back on her neck really-really fast?

— Is it too late to convince you this is all a dream?

The voice.

You don’t recognize it – it’s distorted and quiet under the mask and you don’t know anyone int his fucking place anyways. The voice is weirdly happy, weirdly laughing and you want to vomit from how easy-going it sounds. Like the corpse of your beheaded friend is nothing, like it’s a fun pun, like…

You laungh forward, trying to, maybe, get revenge on your not-really-a-friend. Guy lets go of Karen’s body, allowing it to fall down, her head rolling to the nearest creek and tumbling into the water like a sports ball. You can’t even sob – the situation feels too unreal, too shocking, you are still very much drunk and when the guy simply wraps his hands around your waist, not allowing you to move even an inch, you fall limp in his hold.

You sob.

His hand goes to grasp your face in a tight embrace, making you gag from the smell of blood splattered all across his hand. You hear chuckle.

— Didn’t want you to see that first. Wanted to play hero, yes?

You sob, you tremble, you can barely master a few words out of your mouth. You want to scream, but it’s like all the air just decided to disappear from your lungs. So, you cry instead. How brave of you, Karen would be so proud of her friend not even trying to avenge her death.

— F…fuck…you.

You master with all you strength. Guy is laughing again – his other hand goes to squeeze your waist even more, pushing you against a tree. He wears a full mask with some red drawings on it – a satanic cult, really? You thought about serial killer, maybe, but definetly not about crazy cult maniacs running around. The more you know.

— Oh, kitten, I’d love to fuck myself. But you’re here for this, no?

He called you kitten – you squirm in his grasp, not wanting to give him the easy way to kill you. Something pokes you to the side – it’s a knife. Large, sharp, military-issued, you saw it in movie and action TV shows – and now the bloody razor almost grazing over your skin, through the thing fabric of your open jacter and a simple T-shirt.

— Wh…who are you?

Stpuid question, really.

— Why does everyone wants to ask who we are all the time? Would you die happier knowing my name? Would it help you escape knowing how many beauty marks I have?

It would certainly help the police if you were to survive the encounter. Even though you are certainly going to die right next to Karen over there.

He pushes a knife towards your side, the blade cutting through fabric easily, You brace yourself for being gutted alive.

— I don’t like stupid questions. Ask something wrong and I will see if you are as pretty on the inside as you are on the outside.

In a normal situation, you would punch him for such a corny joke. But you’re too drunk for this, but you’re too exhausted for this, but you just want to curl away in some nice place and fucking die, but not because he was the one to kill you. You certainly do not want to give him the satisfaction of being the one for you.

So, you feel your cheeks heating up with the faintest of blushes.

— What are you going to do with me?

He pushes the knife deeper, sharp edge cutting the thin line into your side. You sob immediately, tears filling your eyes as you almost feel blood – not a lot of it, just a tiny sharp streak – fill your shirt. You want to vomit, hate pain, and everything that is related to it. Thinking that the knife is dirty already and he would probably infect you with whatever one of the 13 STDs Karen has if he were to proceed. He stops right before the blade can penetrate your skin.

— I’m a serial killer. What do you think I will do with you?

You shake your head, trying to search for the question that won’t make him plunge a knife into your body.

— W…what is your favorite color?

Good job. Amazing job. Let’s hope you don’t like your liver all that much because he is definitely going to cut it out and eat it.

— Red. I like you.

Suddenly, you are being pushed to your knees. Suddenly, he is standing right in front of you – he is tall, of course, bulky and big, and he seems even bigger from this angle. Your face is pressed against his crotch and you can feel the dread slowly filling up your weins. Is he going to…

He presses a knife against your lips – you part it obediently, nervously, you feel your face twitching with disgust as your mouth immediately fills with the metallic taste of Karen’s blood. You really need to vomit right fucking now, but he is petting your head with his other hand like someone would do to a dog or a cat, and you sob. Too scared to do anything and here you thought you would finally stop letting people walk all over you. You thought it would start a journey of self-actualization and finding your own priorities, but…

He presses the knife a bit deeper.

— Someone here has manners. Your friend here was trying to fuck me until she saw a knife.

Sounds like Karen. You still remember her fucked-out face when she happily stumbled out of your room, with your boyfriend that you thought was never into cheerleaders. She had her urges and it was normal until she started to get off with those urges on everyone who liked you, or who you liked – and with such an innocent smile that no one was ever mad at her.

He presses the knife against your upper jaw, laying it flat on your tongue – you sob, trying not to shake your head too much as he wipes away your tears and pushes your throat even deeper on the blade. You don’t know how it still hasn’t penetrated you yet.

— Squealed like a fucking pig, not even fun anymore. I assume she was the whore of your group?

You shook your shoulders, not wanting to give him any answers. He laughs, pressing the blade down and slightly turning it to the side. You feel the string of saliva running from your open mouth – he wipes it with his finger, leaving blood stains on your face.

— Clean the knife for me, okay? I might leave you live if you would be good for us. You launch onto the opportunity to save your life so quickly, that you don’t even register the word “us” slipping from his tongue.

You suck the knife obediently, carefully holding your tongue from the sharp edge so you won’t cut yourself, trying so desperately not to hurt yourself on the blade, that it’s almost adorable, He looks at you, the way you even fucking hollow your cheeks to clean it more efficiently, like you were sucking a cock and, with every passing second, he doesn’t really feel like killing you anymore.

He feels like keeping you bound to him – maybe cutting your ankles so you would never run away from them, maybe tying you up to the body of your friend and holstering you both to the house, making you watch him gut Karen so you’d know not to run away from them.

He pets your head like you were a cat – and, god, he always adored cats.

You hear the noises from the side – your gaze darts to the nearest bushes as the guy waves his hand to someone gigantic sitting down at your side. Two pair of hands are now petting your head like you were a fucking animal – and you’re still sucking on his knife, feeling the pressure on your lips. You want to die, but there is no choice but to keep living.

— Scheisse, what do you have here?

A hand goes to cup your face and turns you to the side, to meet the giant, bulky figure fully wrapped in camo gear. His face is concealed with some sort of hood, which makes you shake even more. They both look like soldiers – or soldier-cultist-butchers from a horror movie. But, then again, you are in the fucking horror movie, since the big guy has Karen’s head in his hand, holding her by the hair. You sob even more.

— Stumbled across me as I was gutting the slut.

— Is she a smart one then?

The guy with the knife laughs, yanking the blade from your mouth. You want to close it immediately, but the second guy pushes his finger between your lips, keeping them apart – and you are too scared to even try to bite him. Instead, you sit here, obediently, feeling the alcohol in your system working its magic. Again. Making you drowsy and relaxed, panic drained so much energy from your body, that you genuinely feel horrible.

— No, wouldn’t say so. Obedient, more like.

— Not a cool one either. Are you a virgin, Schatz?

You want to lie, just so you won’t feel so fucking embarrassed because of it – but something in the brutality of what they did to Karen made you reconsider. You just shake your shoulders, not wanting to give a definitive answer.

— Cute. Been some time since we saw a cute one like this.

Your sobbing intensifies and the big guy suddenly yanks you on your feet. You immediately feel ill, pressing your head against the tree and emptying your insides – mostly because of the panic and partly because of the amount of alcohol you drank. Their touches are surprisingly soft on your skin, gently removing any stray hairs from your face and holding a firm hand on your back, rubbing the blood and grim into your jacket.

You stand like this for a few minutes, choking on your own tears, vomit, and blood. They coo at you, gentle hands on your body guiding you towards them just so the second guy – a smaller one, relatively of course – could get a hand in your hair and yank it back. Hard.

— Calm the fuck down.

— You’re scaring her, Tigeren.

— Aren’t we here for this?

— Thought you liked this one.

— I do. But…

— But?

— Not fun to take her just now. She can help stir her friends a little. Make them run a little.

They fucking killed Karen and they want to…let you go? They made you clean their knives, stand on your knees in front of them, and then gently helped you empty your insides – just to let you go when you could run into the nearest policeman and destroy their whole little game? Are they dumb or overly confident?

— She could run. I would rather keep her with us.

— They won’t get out of these forests without phones. And their car is already…shit. Spoilers.

— Alright. But I would be the first to take her next time.

— She won’t be any good after you, Ko.

— Our Kleine Hase has more than one hole, ja?

This is it.

You take the opportunity – they are distracted by their little conversation, so you duck under the hand of the bigger man and run in the close direction to where the group is sitting. You are covered in blood, and dirt, you shake like crazy and you can barely even run straight without getting right into the various trees, but you don’t care. You aren’t strong enough to sit here and listen to their conversation – not when the self-preservation makes you forget about Karen. Not when that feeling in your chest can only be described as “She got what she asked for” – because she was a bitch, but not nearly enough to deserve being beheaded by two psychos.

They laugh as they watch you run. Horangi smiles, nudging Konig to the side – you’re not a fighter, but still interesting enough. Adorable and obedient, just vile enough to suck on the same knife that killed your friend – interesting mix, to say the least. Hongjin always wanted a cat, but never got the time on the various deployments – and you behave like a perfect mix of a kitten and bunny.

Konig tilts his head to the side, watching you, this pathetic little thing, run like the devil was after you. He was, of course. and he came in double, but it was still funny, how a city girl like you seriously thought you would be able to get away if they weren’t allowing you to. You’re cute, for a tourist, and he wants to hunt you some more – perfect foreplay before destroying you with either his cock or his knife.

One down – and both of them couldn’t wait to finally get to you.

#cod #call of duty #cod x reader #cod x you #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig mw2 #reader insert #yandere cod #yandere x reader #horangi x you #horangi x könig #horangi x reader #kim horangi hong jin #horangi #slashers

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