#cod horangi x male reader

[burstinn]

You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it

HEADCANONS

Warnings and Notes:

All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this

I made this for funny

Slight nsfw

Gn reader, target audience is male

Haha face sitting

People mentioned:

Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves

You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.

Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.

And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"

RIPTIDE

- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck

- "Sorry for huh??"

- Seems like you say on him while he slept

- "... ", "nothin"

- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest

- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him

- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch

- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.

- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating

- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE

- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.

SOAP

- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..

- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.

- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally

- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr

- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"

- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"

- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."

- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.

- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.

- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)

- (He's actually serious)

GAZ

- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.

- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first

- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.

- "no.. It's okay.."

- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame

- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react

GHOST

- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.

- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry

- Oh.. Shit...

- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.

- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.

- He got hard, you noticed.

- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."

- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes

- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW

- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH

KÖNIG

- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?

- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize

- He just nodded..

- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..

- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room

- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny

- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face

- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee

MAKAROV

- " sit back down"

- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"

- you better sit the fuck back down on his face

- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face

KEEGAN

- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff

- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff

- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief

- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"

- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod

- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"

- He made you sit back down on his face

HORNAGI

-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH

- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face

- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face

- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing

- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good

- if you look behind you, He's hard.

PRICE

- would smile and assure you it's okay.

- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass

- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face

- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.

- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr

KRUEGER

- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone

- "Why'd you get off?"

- "huh?"

- "Sit.Back.down"

- You did

ROACH

- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy

- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face

- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing

- He would do it until you say yes..

- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug

LOGAN WALKER

- Would scream at you

- because you made him discover something about himself

- He's angry because of that

- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.

- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are

- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)

- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to

GRAVES

- Would look at you like 🤨

- Then be like 😐😒😏

- stands up and slaps your ass

- and asks you to sit on his face

Everyone mentioned

- You will face fuck them

- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them

[saturncodedstarlette]

Horangi, stepping on the crunchy leaves : Why do you like walking in the forest?

Y/N, pinky intertwining with his : It gives me time to think…

Horangi : Then why did you ask me to come?

Y/N : My thoughts are much nicer when you’re here. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Strength

Summary:They get carried by a firefighter after a accident

Type:Hcs: Gaz X M!Reader: Horangi X M!Reader: Graves X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Gaz

My god where'd you get all that strength

He doesn't even know you

Unfortunately, Gaz was to weak to talk, but fortunately, he got to be carried by you since he was to weak

Once he processed the situation he was giggling

100% told price all about it later, told him it was a dream come true

Graves

He's embarrassed, mainly because he had to get help

But even more embarrassed he made a fool of himself, aka he fell when you got him to his feet

Guess you could say he really fell for you

He wasn't pleased with the hospital trip

But hey, a handsome firefighter carried him

Horangi

He accepted his fate already

He was fully prepared to meet his death bed, but nope he comes face to face with a Hella strong firefighter

Omg if you could see this mans face, he was blushing and so embarrassed

Definitely thinks about it alot

May or may not have told König everything, even his thoughts

[A/n:I don't know who the firefighter is in the gif but ey, it worked at least. I hope you enjoyed]

[guardkeywolf]

Do you write for Horangi and Makarov? If you're writing, can I ask smut with a Top!reader?

Horangi X Top!Male Reader (smut)

First time writing smut for a character I'm not entirely familiar with but I enjoyed it!

Hopefully you enjoy it as well @1yyyan !!!

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"Come on, Tiger, let me hear you purr..." Y/n spoke, encouraging his lover as he man tried to hold in his moans.

Y/n didn't know why he bothered doing so, especially since they were alone in the base right now. The others had gone drinking while Y/n and Jin decided to enjoy their night here. It was a very much needed night too.

Their last few missions had been grueling to say the least and they both needed a way to relieve some of the stress they had brought bad with them, and Y/n had the perfect way to do so.

It had at first started with slow touches, Y/n's big strong hands raking over the little tiger, dancing around the cloth on Jin's hips.

Despite already having his Tiger's heart, the man still couldn't help but enjoy watching the way the man squirmed under his touch.

He added a little bit of nibbling on the man's ear from behind just for good measure, instantly setting Horangi in the mood. Soon enough, the touches and lustful whispered ended up with them in the bedroom and Y/n's member inside him.

Y/n loved the look on his face.

He loved it even more when he slammed his hips inside the man and watched him arch up, coming quickly.

Y/n was a little surprised but found it hot as he watched the smaller man twitch in his dick.

"Jesus, Tiger…you know how fucking hot you look?" Y/n needed him to know just what he was doing to him.

"Y-you…haven't came yet…" Horangi took notice as he whined feeling Y/n shift inside him a bit.

"Let me worry about that when I fill you up!" With that, Y/n slammed into him relentlessly, grasping at his hips enough to bruise.

Horangi screamed uncontrollably as he felt his lover's cock slide in and out of him. At this rate, Y/n would feel his climax soon.

"Fuck me…shit, Tiger…so fucking tight for me…" Y/n praised as he came closer to filling the man up with his cum.

With his last few thrust, Y/n painted Horangi's walls white with his seed, twitching himself as his orgasm washed over him.

"Fuck…we should do this again sometime…" Y/n said as he heard Horangi let out a groan in agreement.

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yandere!shasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yandere!slasher!Horangi) chapter 6

You start to break down, finally accepting Konig's soft advances.

WARNINGS: Blood, dub-con bordering on non-con, general slasher-y, mild knife stabbing

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This basement is filled with dead people. Or, so you thought at first glance. 

At the second glance, you notice a broken bicycle, a bunch of furniture pieces, and something that you could only describe as a particularly horrible-looking attempt at wood carving. Or, maybe, a hanging post. You were in the killer’s layer, after all. 

You were there for 10, maybe 15 minutes, and you already know that you are not making it out sane. Your whole body is trembling, your head is throbbing, you are dizzy after an orgasm, and Max is still lying here, his body is warm and soft. Blood stopped dripping from his stomach, but it didn’t make him any less dead. Coughing and almost throwing up from disgust, you spit out every last bit of cum that you managed to get out of your sore throat. You needed something – water, normal food, a good few hours of sleep because you’ve been running on sheer adrenaline for the past 12 hours and it started to take a toll on your…everything. 

Just a few hours ago, you were a bored college girl on her forest trip with a bunch of weirdo friends. Your biggest problem was the utter boredom of this fucking woods, not the murderous maniacs on your tail. Now…

— Open wide, Maus. Let me feed you, ja? 

Now you were spoonfed reheated chicken soup by König. Colonel in the PMC. The guy who dropped his mask to make you even more scared because you see all the burn marks and scars on his face, and just know that you won’t ever be able to resist someone as strong as him. 

Guy who calls you “good girl” and pets your head and tries to engage you in this weird as fuck power dynamic that makes your cheeks warm and your mouth open, even though the saltiness of the soup makes you remember his cum and…fuck. Oh, god fucking damnit. 

He is smiling like a maniac, making sure that with each spoon of your soup, you also eat something…you don’t even want to acknowledge it, your stomach is too empty, and your mouth was already tarnished by him, so what’s the problem with a few more drops of his semen, carefully added to the mixture so you won’t be able to miss it? You cringe in disgust as he smiles and pushes even more in your throat, almost making you gag from the spoon deep past your teeth. At least you know that the chicken bits here are actual chicken. 

— Let…let me go. Please.

You finish the bowl of soup after a few torturous minutes. The salty taste in your mouth leaves you cringing, and König smiles, wiping your face with a napkin. You feel helpless – with your arms newly bound, there is nothing much you can do when he presses a bottle of coke to your mouth, making you wash away the incredible saltiness with even more incredible sweetness. You want to gag, but he closes your mouth swiftly after. 

He smiles. 

— We’ll walk you later. Now is not the time for girls to be out. 

— I’m not a…

He scoops you in his hands, your body swinging in the air like a doll. It’s horrible, just how strong he is – makes you tremble in his hold, like a useless little victim you are. God, this even sounds embarrassing – yet you can hear the smile in his voice as he drags you along with him. Forcing you to look at Max’s dead body, the smell isn’t filling the room just yet. You try your best to consider yourself lucky. 

— You’re cranky, Maus. Need to get you out of here before he starts to smell, right? Brainy ones usually rot extremely fast. 

He laughs at his own joke as he pushes you in his arms further. Your head pounds with every one of his rough, deep phrases, his hands are going to roughly manhandle you in place. You whine, too weak to resist but not too weak to stop crying. God, this is pathetic. And scary, And not like those movies about hot killers and half-naked girls. 

You’re not a final girl material because instead of fighting him and slamming your knee in his dick again, you get even further on his hands, hoping he would be able to hold you in place like you wanted it. 

— Not sure if I should call you a Kitten or a good girl. What do you prefer? 

He pushes his large, calloused hand to your face, smearing blood all over your cheeks once again. You cringe, your nose gets the fragrance of blood and decay from his skin – the weirdest fucking perfume that you hope to never smell again. Sobbing softly, you allow him to press his hands on your body, to roam around freely, like you were his fucking treat and not a real person with wants and desires. 

— Fuck you. 

— It’s Horangi’s job, girl. Not yours, ja? 

He laughs plentifully, getting you in his hands. You shiver under his touch, not wanting his fingers anywhere near your abused body – they got you off one time exactly, and you wish never to come from your captor’s toucher. You don’t even want to look at Max, too scared to ever see his lifeless, cold face – terrified of the deep path you feel towards him. Like nothing has happened, like he wasn’t one of your friends. You don’t feel anything besides being tired, and you can’t begin to unwrap all the complex feelings behind your assholish friend group deaths. 

Jenny and Chad are still out here, still could get help – but they were ignoring every one of your pleads, not wanting to ruin their nice vacation with your dumb panic. Deep down, you almost feel like screwing these fucking assholes and hoping that they would get impaled by a large freaking stick, preferably in the middle of very lame and satisfying sex. Preferably…

— König, I thought we agreed of not letting her out. 

— You’re going hunting, and I need company. 

— She could run, you know. You’re too soft on her. 

— I can break her ankle! She won’t run then.

König’s voice is so cheerful you actually feel nauseous. He is smiling and laughing, and they both hug before the shorter guy gets out – you can’t even begin to remember the outline of their house because, honestly, serial killers shouldn’t have houses this nice. Ruch wood, probably painted with blood, some hunting trophies, probably incrusted with human bones and remains of their victims, a lot of silly little knickknacks that are probably trophies from the previous groups of dumb college kids…

Shit, no matter how much you wanted to say that this place looks horrible and straight out of a horror movie, it still looks nice. You wonder if it could be scored for a low price, with all the disappearing in the woods around it. You wonder if they started to kill people to make the house cheaper and buy it for half a Euro and a firm handshake. 

König grabs you like a plush toy, squeezing you in his magnificent, strong chest, almost making you choke on his boobs as you just desperately try to breathe. He smells like masculinity, too much male perfume and blood – you tuck your face closer to his neck, trying to see if you could, perhaps, bite through his blood stream and vampire your way out of this place, but he only laughs, feeling your teeth on his skin as a form of foreplay. You didn’t want foreplay, you wanted to fucking kill him, maul him to death, do everything in your power to drop him on his back and perform acts that would be not only concerning to feminism but humanity as a whole. 

He drops you on the couch before you can sink your teeth into his shoulder, leaving perfect teeth marks on the pale skin of his body. You heard somewhere that human bites are actually incredibly dangerous and call make you ill – you also hoped that you could somehow get rabies from that one poor rodent lying dead on the ground, and so you would be able to transfer the disease to these two fuckers. 

You hoped that Karen would give them all the STDs that are possibly could be transmitted. 

You hoped that Max would annoy the shit out of them before he died. 

You hoped…but it’s useless now, isn’t it? You are sitting on the couch, your captor keeping a firm hand on your thigh, his erection still hard in his pants – you refuse to look at it, you’re better than this, but, oh god, you had no idea a dick could be this dick and don’t prod through pants. You feel like a house dog that was allowed to sit on the soft furniture for the first time in her life, and you hate it. With a groan and, perhaps, a bit of an angry yelp, you fall to the ground. 

König smiles immediately – and pushes your face between his legs, perhaps thinking that you just died to suck him off. You wince, both from disgust and fear. Your jaw is still sore, and you aren’t sure how you can still close it. 

— Such an eager girl, ja? I will give you what you want then. 

Come to think of it, while he is relaxed and his partner is out of the house, you could try to bite his dick off. It should give you a headstart to run and find a weapon to eliminate one of the problems. Then, again, it would require you to put his dick in your mouth again. 

Your jaw pleaded to just allow him to fuck your pussy instead. 

Your pussy pleaded to just give him your ass, to not risk being pregnant. 

Your ass…yeah, you’re not trying anal for the first time with a guy who can swing his dick like a baseball bat and kill some unhappy campers with it. 

With the swiftness of the wind, you get up, sitting on the couch in the most modest pose you can imagine. You threw away a couple of pillows in the process – nice pillows, soft pillows, pillows you couldn’t imagine in the house of not just two killers but two military dudes who don’t seem like the type to like everything soft and cute. Besides you, you guess – or they always get one of their victims as leverage or a fucked up pet until they are fully committed to just killing you and eating what is left of your remains. 

König only laughs, getting a hand over your shoulders and pressing you closer to him. You don’t want to, but you’re basically naked, save for your underwear and torn jeans, and he is warm. You don’t need a blanket when you have his hot flesh next to your skin – you suppress a smile, trying your best not to fall into their clutches. You’re tired, yes, but it’s not an excuse to be a whore! There are many more convenient moments to be a slut and this one is not it. They killed your friends!

Your asshole friends. 

— You have any movie preferences? 

He has to repeat his question a few times, you’re too lost in thought to actually listen. Only when he pinched your thigh, no doubt leaving a bruise, you kinda jumped in place, only barely containing a pathetic whimper. His fingers just started to gently squeeze and play with soft flesh, only making everything more warm and twisted and painful. 

— No slashers. 

He chuckles, pressing his hand deeper into your inner thigh. You try to close your legs, not wanting to invite his fingers in, but he just rests his fingertips on the border of torn jeans, gently brushing it over the sensitiveness of your skin. You gulp, suppressing any reaction. 

— No slashers. Gut. I, too, prefer the real thing. 

Shiver rund down your spine. God, you need to get out of here, not play house with a murderer! A handsome murderer who killed your asshole friends and who was also kinda nice(not killing you, that is) and even saved you from being too hurt and even allowed you on the couch and even…god, you’re a miserable shell of a woman and the greatest speedrunner of the Stockholm syndrome in the world. 

Your body sinks into the couch that smells like a mix between a frat house and a meat fridge. 

He turns on the TV, placing something dumb and loud. You don’t even want to look, but you’re bored, and you don’t want him to think you are letting him off the hook with your observant nature – you look at him, quietly as he intensely watches a…

A familiar melody fills the room. You actually need to wait a few seconds, blink, and then look at the screen again. God, is he fucking serious right n-

You are sitting in the house in the middle of a murder forest, with the dead body of your friend rotting in the basement of said house, you were forced to have sex with the killers of the said friends, and now you’re kidnapped in the said house…and the killer just turned on fucking Encanto for you. 

— It’s popular among girls your age, right? 

You want to say that, among normal college female population, porn would be far more suitable to watch. The guy looks older than you, for sure, mature, with a rugged face and scars and that perfect stubble and touches of silver in his ginger hair, and…shit, you’re dreaming of his rough handsomeness again. Quick, think about your dead friend. 

— I’m not 5. 

— You act like you’re 5. 

— Wh…what do you mean? 

— You left your friends to die, you don’t care that we can hurt you…

— I care that you can hurt me!

— You’re silly, Liebling. A normal person would try to run away three times already. 

— You said you’d break my ankles. 

— I will. Still, you look like you prefer this place more, ja? You can watch dumb shows and eat whatever you want and never worry about…whatever you were doing before. 

— I don’t! I…this is stupid. 

— You’re a bit dumb, Schatzen. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. 

He smiles as he ruffles your hair again, his hand goes to gently cup your face and cover it with hungry, sloppy kisses. You can’t even focus on the cartoon on the screen because he is basically devouring your lips right now, forcing you to open your mouth and invite him in – you don’t want him to bite you, you are hurt enough without that kind of contribution. You feel dizzy, dehydrated, you are still exhausted, and you’d want nothing more but to close your eyes and allow him to do whatever he wants with your lifeless body. 

You want to roll to the side, hug the pillow, and watch Encanto on pair with some trash TV about housewives killing each other over a garden salad. You don’t want to think about your dead friends because they are dead, you are alive, and your lips are getting crushed as he forces the kiss to be more deep, as he brings his hand to gently squeeze your waist and brush over your back. 

You are flushed by the end of the kiss, König grins sluggishly as you are panting, shocked, excited and a bit overwhelmed. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t even think about biting his tongue off – which sounded a bit stupid right now, yes, he would probably just kill you for trying, but you could at least…you could at least close your lips and don’t allow him to kiss you like an excited puppy who just loves loves loves covering your face with his saliva. 

Like a dig with a boner, König presses wet lips all over your face and head – in your hair, on your temple, gently brushing over your forehead and cheeks, making sure that he traces his lips over every last bit of blood that he left on your skin. He grunts in the kiss, something more like a guttural moan, and you never knew that just the motion of simple, sloppy kisses can make a man so excited – you are scared and just a little bit curious. Just how much he wants to touch his victim. 

König gently places you down on the couch, forcing you to sit straight. He picks up one of the fallen decor pillows and throws it into your hands, allowing you to have something to fidget with. He almost looks guilty, anxious, that barbaric, rugged face is red with embarrassment and sadness as he can’t really do anything nice with you right now, can’t play with you like he wants to. God, König would give up a lot to just fuck you raw on this couch, to forget about your stupid friends and make you their nice little couple addition – but he promised, he knows he is, and you’re too sensitive and overwhelmed to take him like this now. 

König can bet that you’d be so tight he wouldn’t even get a finger in. Breaking you in should feel fucking amazing. 

— Can’t fuck you right now, Schatzi. Promised my tiger we would share you. 

He smiles guilty, boyish, that dumb smile brings heat to your cheeks again. You turn away from him, feeling his hands keeping you in place firmly – but otherwise, he allows you to just watch the movie, getting lost in the plot you saw a couple dozen times. 

You are watching the movie, and König is watching you. 

— You aren’t sad? 

— About what? You can sense a certain level of nervousness in his tone. You lick your lips, hugging the pillow closer to your face so he won’t be able to read your expressions. 

— That we can’t fuck right now. 

— I don’t want to have sex at all. 

— You came stronger than I did. 

— It’s a…ph…physical reaction. I didn’t want it. 

— You don’t sound convinced. 

He is drilling the dangerous thoughts in your head. The desire to just empty your brain and allow them to take the lead, the desire of your mind to simply shut down from all of the horrors you already saw. This is an apathetic stance – you don’t see a point in fighting after you see what they are capable of, and you certainly don’t see the point in ever trying again. Still, you somehow want them to stop, just so you can stop worrying about falling for their trap and stop being a good person who cares for her friends. 

You feel like almost falling asleep, dozing off on the couch – not because you feel safe or warm, but because your body is simply refusing to reach anymore, too exhausted to produce even the most basic self-reservation instincts. König forces your head on his lap, gently stroking your tear-stained face. 

When Horangi returns home with a bloody axe and Jenny, kicking and screaming in his hold, you are fully asleep on König’s lap. 

[sunshinefox35]

Incorrect Quotes Pt 5

Can TF141 still be saved

König: Did it hurt when you fell-

Horangi: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

König: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Horangi: ...

König: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Ghost: Why did you think that would be a good idea, Sergeant?! Reader: I didn’t say it was a good idea I just said I thought it would be fun, sir.

Soap: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective? König: *crouches down* Ghost *kneels down* Reader: *sits on the floor* Soap : ... Soap : I hate all of you.

MedicReader: Damn, the power went out.

Roach: Don’t worry, I’ve got this.

Roach: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

MedicReader: What-?

Roach: I swallowed a glow stick!

MedicReader, on the verge of a heart attack: WHY WOULD YOU-

Gaz : Horangi and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.

Price : What did you do?

Gaz : He chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-

Horangi: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Reader : Watcha doin? Roach: Stealing one of Ghost's masks Reader : Scandalous. Reader : Can I help?

*Rudy TEXTING Alejandro *

Rudy: Mi sol ( my Sunshine) Rudy: Baby Rudy: Angel Rudy: Mi Vida Rudy: Babe Rudy: If you don't answer me, the pet names are going to start getting meaner. Rudy: Bowl of cereal that's been sitting out for like an hour.

Soap: Change is inedible. Ghost: Don't you mean inevitable? Soap, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

MedicReader: Why would you think coins were edible?! Soap: Roach ate a coin in front of me so I tried it as well MedicReader: ... Ghost: he was eating chocolate coins Soap: Soap: ah

Price: What are you drinking? Reader: Vodka. Price: Straight? Reader: No, gay. Why?

König: Horangi, I'm sad. Horangi: *Holds out arms for a hug* Naww babe It’s going to be okay.

Soap: Ghost, I'm sad. Ghost, nodding: mood.

[yandere-kokeshi]

We need headcanon Horangi please! It's hard to find a good author who make Horangi one.

— Yandere Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin headcanons

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about kidnapping, heavy stalking, slight nsfw, and foreshadowing at volience.

A/N: Aw, thank you :)!!! Enjoy!!

Horangi is a heavy stalker, influenced by his massive possessive and obsessive streak. He isn’t so bad at the beginning, but once he realizes he requires you, he begins to be clingy like glue, manipulative, and too lucid into insanity. 

It’s likely you two met during the military, the KorTac team being famously known for its dangerous members, including the many and König, Nikto, and the tiger himself. Maybe you were a new recruit with a code-name being as dangerous as themselves– which intrigued Kim. 

Although, you could’ve met outside his prime area. A kind stranger, showing a simple act of kindness. And could you blame him for falling for you? You’re exactly what he needs. 

He isn’t sure what’s so lovely about you. You’re like a drug, an addiction. Just like his past gambling one. And he knows you’re an addiction. You’ve crawled underneath his skin, and no high on earth can compare. And Horangi has fucking compared them all.

He loves admiring you from afar. Just staring at you, and though he doesn’t mean to make you nervous, he can’t help himself. You’re so pretty. So oblivious to the things he’d love to do, things he’d hate to do, and things he has done for you. 

He leans against the wall, looking at you from a distance with a subtle smirk when you notice his gifts. He leaves them everywhere for you, even inside your house, on your comfy bed. The look on your face each time gives his goosebumps, a reaction so pristine at what he got you. Sure, a bit naughty. But he knows you’ll enjoy it, regardless. 

The tiger and him work together on following you — stalking their prey from a distance. Yet, he feels insane whilst doing so. He bites his cheek so hard that he makes himself bleed, fighting against the natural instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you. Every pair of eyes that’s ever looked into yours. The arms and fingers who have ever touched you. And in a way, Kim selfishly wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They’re all a hindrance. All of them. 

It’s no surprise that the famous tiger is rather blunt about things, it’s who he is in nature. Just how predators are, anyway. His attraction toward you is obvious, bothering not to hide it. Fleeting touches and constant flirting, claiming he’s simply being honest with you. Of course, Horangi isn’t a liar, at least not in his eyes. And truly, before he met you, he wasn’t. And strangely, he still isn’t. He speaks truth, he’s just being overly dramatic with it. 

Your situation might be bad, perhaps there’s certain people you cannot trust. Horangi makes it seem as though you can’t trust anyone, aside from him of course. And, if you already have trust issues, it’s just extra points for him; making his job much easier, the gambling leaderboard kicking in with more coins. He’s aware that he’s tricking you, deceiving you in a roundabout way. But, he, in some way, believes it too. 

It’s primal, the way he wants you. Beyond anything that has words lisped under a single breath. Relishes the day you say the word mine. Wants to carve his name into your lower hip, his initials, last name included, stuck on you forever. Wants to hear you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter K. Hear your heart struck, feel and taste the blood. 

But, of course, he wants you to do the same. Wants to roll on his back on your bed, chest naked and let you sit on his lap, feel your hands on him, craving him just as much. He wants you to bite him. Scratch him. Make him bleed. Lavish him in so much needed love that he ends up losing himself to pleasure. But, those are just mere ideas for him, having him wait for the right time. 

Besides his obvious… sexual desires, Horangi desires for your attention. Constant awareness of him, which makes him approach you, despite his obvious awkwardness of conversation. 

He starts with small talk — watching you closely. Seeing what you like to talk about. What you dislike. What you love expressing with. He watches your body language, knowing you because of the few tricks he learned from his past.

With the amount of stalking he does, he knows your schedules by heart– randomly appearing at your station with a bag full of your favorite food, and some sweets. He even brings a board game for fun, sharing a few rare touches with you when you thank him. 

Horangi smiles at himself under the mask, finally shivering at the sight of you touching him. Which makes him try on making you weak, at least on the knees; finally accepting him as your only boyfriend and soon-to-be husband. 

And when you do accept Kim, he’s immediately placing himself whenever you go. You and him immediately move into a house together, large enough for you two and maybe a furry animal. But that doesn’t mean he leaves you alone, quite the opposite. 

Heading off to see a friend? He’s coming! Need to head to the store for more body wash, why not let him go instead? He’s fast, and willing to pick up dinner for the two of you. Or, he’s more than happy to come with you! 

You wouldn’t want to be alone… right? If you do, his touch becomes more dominant. His nails scratch and bruise. But he only shushes you, cooing at the marks he leaves on your skin, looking at you with iridescent eyes, “M’ sorry, you know I hate letting you go.”

With affection he shows it clear like glass through cooking, touches, and acts of service. He does everything you want him to do, and ironically, he’s a house-husband when he’s at home; doing most house-chores and cooking. 

He shares the same dishes his eomma used to make for him as a kid. He’s excellent at diving vegetables, and loves cutlery platters. Although, Kim has a fear of you burning yourself, so when he’s not cooking, he helps by watching. He usually adds suggestions, or stirs the pot when asked.

His touches are overwhelming. He’s constantly touching you in some way, nudging your hand and legs, grunting for a kiss or your hand within his. A hand on your waist. His lips chasing yours, growling when you don’t give in fast enough, when you don’t melt like he does. His grip iron clad when you hold hands.

If you haven’t noticed, it’s obvious Kim can’t function properly when he’s gone too long without you. He swings too hard during training. Looks into people’s eyes with nothing but annoyance; his brown eyes tearing into their souls. He rips his bandages, snaps his red and blue pens by holding them too tight.

As long as you promise to be his, Kim will provide you with whatever you want. Your hands are to open at whatever you see; the price being negotiable up to a grand or two. But of course, he comes with his own things– surprising you by random gifts that he thought of you at the moment, a gentle smile plastered on his face when he sees you light up at it. 

Possessive and lightly jealous like no other. He lets others know you belong to him with much PDA. He sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else can see. Bites that are deep into your neck and any part of your body. Having you sit in his lap whenever you’re in public, snuggling his face into your neck as you two talk. 

Despite his unhealthy need for control, following and touching you everywhere, you’re still allowed to have friends. He doesn’t isolate you, completely. However, if he needs to, he will. Kidnapping isn’t on his radar, at first. If you ever try to leave him, in either way, he has you branded in ropes within the next few hours. It was rather an impulsive act, but Horangi needs to have you by himself, no?

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[lucifermonsii]

Horangi x Male Reader

Reader is mentioned to be bigger/taller then Horangi

Pure fluff

Horangi who occasionally teases you and gives you witty remarks. Bullying you here and there. But nothing serious of course.

Horangi who's clingy and follows you around the base. Doesn't matter where you're going. To the cafeteria? He'll be there. To the training area to spar? Oh he'd be lying on the mat waiting for you to spar with him.

Horangi who's an arrogant little bitch that bites and barks with no hesitation. You insulted him about his glasses being tilted? He'll call you and how you even got the courage to be with him even though he's the one following you.

Horangi who's a BIG cuddler. You can't prove wrong this man LOVES being a little spoon. The way you cradle him and caress his back so lovingly while giving kisses on his forehead has filled a hole in his heart he never knew he had.

Horangi who likes to talk about you to König. Literally won't shut up about you and forcing König to just stand there and absorve all the information he has to say.

Horangi who loves being seated on your lap. He feels so petite sitting there like a little kitty as you're doing anything, filling some paper work? He'll be sitting there on your lap with his arms around your neck.

Horangi who loves whenever you praise him. It makes him feel so special whenever he's called sweetheart or kitty. Gives him butterflies everytime, it doesn't matter how long you two have been together.

Horangi who wears your clothes whenever he has the chance to. Doesn't matter how big they were, the bigger the better they say. Him sitting on your chair with your jacket on and his feet on your desk when you came back into your room? You didin't even know how he got in..

[dishoneykisses]

NSFW

I need more shy König

Even better—virgin König is being stroked for the first time and just can’t keep quiet. He is only able to grind his teeth while the hand gently strokes him.

[2kiran]

Hell knows what pit of crap i fell into along life to end up here, but i guess im staying.

I was wondering if you do x reader for Horangi?

like, he deserves all my love (he and König are my favourite). And i was hoping you could do something for him, ill be pleased with just about anything with him.

thanks.

-X

“NSFW ALPHABET”

pairing kim “horangi” hong-jin x reader genre smut. fluff gn reader. subby bottom / top horangi cw lowercase typing. 18+ content. korean pet names [ correct me if wrong ]. use of beautiful & pretty. mentions of violence. overstimulation. marking. voice kink. hint of scent kink. underwear stealing. some degradation [ giving and receiving ]. note thanks for requesting for him. i’ve been thinking about it for a while, actually.

a = aftercare ( what they’re like after sex )

horangi would prefer staying in bed, at least for a little while. he’d cuddle with you, strong arms caging in your body closely to his own. when he isn’t feeling lazy, he’d run the both of you a bath or a shower. cold, warm, or hot water, it’s your choice. he’ll help wash you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear,

“did so good for me, 자기야. made me take you so well, yeah?” ( jagiya – honey )

“absolutely beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in to softly kiss your cheek, “always such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

he’d go and buy you food, maybe even cook you some if he’s got energy to spend or if his legs are even properly working to begin with. he’d be so soft with you. treating you gently even with his rough and calloused hands. the same ones that’s killed more than you can count on your fingers, carefully taking your chin in it’s hold to make you look at him.

b = body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s )

for himself, he likes his arms. he can easily suffocate his enemies, trapping their head in muscle. they make a decent stand for his guns too, the butt of the stock against his shoulder. what he likes about them the most though is the fact that he could embrace and engulf your frame. his favorite way to hug you is from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist as he either rests his chin on your head or your shoulder. he enjoys the way you grab at him, grunting in your ear as you leave marks where no one else can see.

he also likes his thighs. they’re strong and muscular, and they could be used to choke his enemies in between. he didn’t really anything about it at first, until you unconsciously placed your hand on it and squeezed. how couldn’t you? they were warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but steal a feel. he softly gasped, in disbelief at himself for liking it that much.

for you, though, he definitely has a tiny favoritism for your hands. just tiny, he promises. maybe a little too much. he just can’t help but let out faint whimpers whenever you let your hands roam all over his body. it’s not like it’s on purpose when he whines as you wrap your hand around his neck, thumb running over his pulse as you gripped him gently. not enough to completely hurt, of course. unless he asked you to.

c = cum ( anything to do with cum, basically )

he cums pretty hard and he isn’t ashamed of it. if he’s topping, he’d definitely love cumming inside of you. his eyes holding a predatory gaze to see your sopping hole leak his spend, and all he does is fuck it into you. making sure that none of it spills out so he doesn’t have to do it again. it gives him a reason to fuck you even harder, and he loves it. he’d ask you before he does, though. if you don’t want him to finish inside you, he’d settle for your thighs, back, or stomach.

but when he’s bottoming? he wants you in him, absolutely coating his insides. he’ll growl in frustration if he feels any of it leak out of him, pushing back against you to keep it in. he’d overstimulate you just so you can cum again and again inside of him. he wants to feel you, in more ways than one. he wouldn’t really mind if you wanted to finish on him, even feel free to do so. his second favorite would probably be you cumming on his face. he just looks so pretty, doesn’t he?

d = dirty secret ( pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs )

he has jerked himself off to your voice once, and i don’t think he’ll be afraid of doing it again. replaying a voice recording of yours ordering him around, be it at the military base or at home. if you think that’s bad enough, he did it with your underwear. his hand clutching the fabric as he guided it over his needy cock, his nose holding onto the scent of you. it’s not like you’ll find out, right? you smell so good and you’re just so far away from him. he feels a little guilty, soiling your precious underwear for his own greed. oh fuck, what if you suddenly come home and catch him? that gets him excited, hips bucking up into the fabric as he spills all over himself with a low moan.

e = experience ( how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? )

he has experience, but it isn’t a lot. he’d had his way with a few people, exes or casually. he knows what he’s doing, for sure. him being the good little partner he is and asking you to guide him, practically use him. he wants to make sure that he’s doing it right, that you’re comfortable, and that you enjoy what he’s doing.

f = favorite position ( this goes without saying )

he doesn’t mind. but if you really want him to choose, it’ll be reverse cowgirl. he doesn’t care if you ride him or he rides you, he loves it either way. if it’s the former, he’ll hold himself back from cumming right there. you look so good on top of him. his attention on the way his cock disappears into your hole every time you come back down. he’d occasionally meet your bounces, smiling to himself at the way you let out a pretty sound.

“oh, fuck, sweet–” he was interrupted by his own gasp, “hng! oh, fuck, yeah. c’mon, doing such a great job. yeah, yeah, just like that, baby.”

if it’s the latter, be prepared because you’ll have to lift that man off of you. he won’t stop until both of you are whining from the overstimulation, his hole clenching around you as he takes you again. he might even cry from the pleasure. he may or may not have dreamt of riding you in full gear. even better if you’re wearing his and he’s the one completely naked.

“fuuuck!” he whined, “you’re so – oh, god, you feel so fuckin’ good. i can’t– mmph! shit, just, hold on for me a little longer. please, 자기야. i can, i can take it! please!” ( jagiya – honey )

g = goofy ( are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc. )

he’s more on the serious side, but that won’t stop him from cracking a joke that’s enough to make you let out an amused huff. he won’t really joke around during the moment, as he can’t speak over his needy sounds. it’s usually reserved for aftercare.

h = hair ( how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc. )

he honestly forgets they exist, so don’t be shocked if he hasn’t shaved. he doesn’t really care, but he prefers keeping it short and well-trimmed. he grooms himself once a few months.

i = intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect )

he’s gentle and cautious during the moment, ensuring that this is what you want and that you’re comfortable. he wants the both of you to enjoy every single moment. when he’s being rough, he’ll still praise you. he’d compliment you, giving you affection,

“애인,” ( aein – sweetheart ) “you’re so fuckin’ – oh fuck, right there – amazing. all for me.”

j = jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

he jacks off at least twice a week. it’s more on to calm down his nerves and when both of you are away from each other. he has you, so it won’t really be a problem to him. however, if you make him do it to tease him, he will cum quickly. embarrassing enough, he nearly cried over the fact that it wasn’t your hand.

k = kink ( one or more of their kinks )

he has a voice kink, which should be obvious enough. what? he likes the sound of your voice. especially when you’re whispering such praise into his ear or dirty words. he’ll gladly do sex over the phone with you. guide him during it, and he’s sure he’ll stain his phone screen white. tell him that he’s doing good, and he’s teetering on the edge of euphoria.

probably has a gear kink. if you’re in the military like him, stay away from him because he might get a little horny. you’re enchanting in his eyes and the gear is a plus. oh, you want to fuck him in full gear? he just came in his pants. he won’t say no to it, he’s more than willing to. the way you could just crush him makes his face flush.

he’s into praise and he prefers to give it. he wants you to know how much you mean to him and he wants to do it with both words and actions. when you do it to him, he melts. he loves being praised by you. if you want, he may slip in some degradation. just a little bit so he won’t hurt your feelings. telling how you’re —

“such a pretty little slut,” he groans, “eager to get down on their knees for me.”

“so strong,” he sighs, “but crumbles so easily when it comes to me.”

a small breeding kink. it goes both ways. he’s already rutting inside of you if you say the words he wants to hear. but if you’re doing that to him, he cums so fast. his walls clenching around you to keep it all in, milking you like his life depends on it. he was so fucked out once and had a silly little thought that was like, “am i pregnant?”

l = location ( favorite places to do the do )

wherever you’re comfortable with. you probably fucked everywhere in your shared house, apartment, or room. he’s more than okay to have sex in the bedroom. but there’s nothing wrong trying out new places. the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the two of you fucked there. he likes the idea of either you or him surprising the other, bending them over the counter. the kitchen might be his favorite, like if he was cooking and you’d suddenly pull his pants down— oh, he’d be crossing his eyes and your food will be burnt.

m = motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

the more you touch him, the more he needs it. your touches don’t even have to be sexual, it just happens. your hand feeling up his biceps, his forearms, his chest, his waist— ugh, he quietly groans. face flushing in embarrassment as his cock lays heavy against the front of his pants. he likes the way your gentle fingers caress him, making him feel like he’s that precious. he tends to become needy if you’ve been away from each other for a while. you’ll find him on his knees, pleading for you.

n = no ( something they wouldn’t do, turn offs )

he won’t do anything that can and will hurt you. he wouldn’t want you to do that to him too. anything that’ll really give either of you pain makes him uncomfortable. he’s okay with some spanking, but not too much.

o = oral ( preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. )

he doesn’t really have a preference. you want to eat him out? go ahead. what he really likes though is face sitting. he wants you to sit on his face, full weight and everything. he’s decent with his tongue, but he is sloppy. drool coating your thighs as he gives you the messiest head you’ve ever received in your life. do it, sit on his face like he’s your chair and he’ll cum untouched.

p = pace ( are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. )

it depends on his mood. usually, he wants a steady pace that has him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. he tends to be on the rougher side, the wet slapping of skin filling both of your ears and his. it’s to relief the stress in his body, really. but when he wants to take his time, he’ll go slow. maybe even teasingly.

q = quickie ( their opinions on quickies, how often, etc. )

oh, he’s definitely a fan. he enjoys quickies, but he doesn’t indulge in them that much. you two probably fucked in a janitor’s closet at least once. even in a dirty bathroom stall. if the both of you are busy with work, he’ll still try to convince you to fuck him,

“just one round, 애기야. i promise we’ll be really quick.” ( aegiya – baby )

what do you mean you have to do something else? no, you’re spending your time fucking him raw. need to submit a file? you can do that later, just bend him over the desk and take him right now. aw, you’re running late? he swears if you jerk off his cock, he won’t bother you anymore. we’ll be quick, he promises.

r = risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc. )

he’s more than happy to experiment. walk him through it, and he’ll quickly get the hang of it. praising him is a bonus. he only wants to make you happy. if he’s the one that wants to try something out, he’ll have a long discussion with you. to be sure, he says. despite your eagerness. mid-way, he’ll ask you if you’re okay and if you want to continue.

a risk he’d be hesitant to talk to you about is breath play. he doesn’t want to actually choke you, knowing his strength. but if you’re the one doing that, he’s already saying yes. he trusts you completely.

s = stamina ( how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? )

he has decent stamina, those years of training paying off. he can usually go two rounds. when he’s pissed off, he’ll go about four. he can last longer but he doesn’t want to force you to. he wants to focus on your pleasure, making sure that you’re thoroughly satisfied. that doesn’t mean that he won’t be a little greedy from time to time, though. coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you just to make him full.

t = toys ( do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? )

he doesn’t own a toy. why should he? it’s not like he can use it when he has you. you’re much better than a mere toy. you owning one is a different story, he’ll roughly use it on you or himself depending on what it is. it can go both ways. own a dildo? he’s fucking it into you, teasing you with it like it was his cock. or he’s riding it in front of you, telling you that you can’t touch him in between his loud moans. eyes slightly rolling back on purpose just to be a brat.

own a fleshlight? he’s making you fuck it, his words forcing you to imagine that it was his mouth or his hole, “c’mon, baby, you can fuck me harder than that.” or he’s the one using it, cumming inside of it again and again to make you wish that it was you instead. he’ll try to make you jealous, saying that it feels so good, and that he should’ve found it sooner.

u = unfair ( how much they like to tease )

he likes to tease you a lot, a few pokes then and there. getting under your skin on purpose, like bending over in front of you to pick something up. ‘unintentionally’ exposing his ass to you. or he’ll lift his shirt a bit high up to wipe away his sweat, his muscular torso on display for a few moments before he brings it back down like nothing happened. he knows what he’s doing, and his grin makes it obvious.

in bed, he slows his pace at random times. edging both himself and you. when you think he’ll finally let you cum, he stops. he’ll make you beg for it, all the while holding back his needy little whines. his thighs ache from the effort he’s putting in, but he doesn’t care. completely dismissing how his eyes water from denying himself of pleasure.

v = volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc. )

he isn’t the loudest man. normally, he’s more of a groaner. low, guttural groans leaving him as you tug at his sensitive cock. his eyes silently pleading for release as his own voice fails on him. he’ll sometimes silence his sounds if he’s feeling bratty and wants a punishment. yet, you’ll hear the faintest of ‘ugh! fuck,’s and ‘mmmph, shit, ah,’s. occasional quiet moans will leave his mouth and directly into your ear. he’s a little shy about hearing himself, so he’ll bite down on his bottom lip to stop them.

when you practically fuck the sounds out of him, it’s a whole different story. his deep and powerful voice reduced to whorish whining, moans of ‘please, fuck me harder’, and little whimpers are enough to shock the entirety of kortac.

“shit, shit, i can’t– oh! ah, oh fuck me, please,” he cried out, squealing even, “there! i’m– mmngh!”

he’s really talkative when you’re fucking him to next week. he makes sure you know how good you’re making him feel, using his voice to his advantage. eventually, his babbles shift into his native language, and that’s when you know he’s fully fucked out.

w = wild card ( a random headcanon for the character )

he makes you fuck him while he has the mask on. with only the mask on. sunglasses, gear, and clothes gone. he thinks it’s hot, the way the fabric of his mask clinging to his sweaty skin as you take him to the heights of pleasure. degrade him a bit, saying “look at how pathetic you are. what will your teammates think? tough horangi reduced to a pretty whore,” and his response is already leaving his vocal chords as he cries out –

“fuck, fuck, yes! i’m your whore, please, just yours. i’m yours, yours, ghhmhng! only yours.”

x = x-ray ( let’s see what’s going on under those clothes )

about a good 6 or 7 inches. uncut. thick. a few distinct veins.

y = yearning ( how high is their sex drive? )

he doesn’t have the lowest or highest, but it’s a little above the normal sex drive. he isn’t the type of man who’ll try to fuck you on every surface. his mind still wanders. just some slipping thoughts of how good your hand would look around his throat, squeezing and denying him of— uh, oh. he’s turned on. yeah, just a tiny bit above the normal.

z = zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

he becomes a little sleepy, so he may ask to take a nap with you. it’ll take him several minutes to actually fall asleep, but with you in his arms, he’ll sleep like a baby. he’d want to be close to you, making sure you can’t leave his side. he’ll whine when you try to move away from him, pulling you right back to him.

“don’t go,” he pouts, making grabby hands at you, “just rest a little longer with me, please?”

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[roachesbf]

Hear me out, tiger Horangi and reader whose scent is similar to catnip. Or panther Ghost. Or both. All up to you >:)

Tiger Horangi/Panther Ghost with a s/o who smells of catnip

Your scent to both Ghost and Horangi is addicting!! Ghost likes to keep it on the downlow but this just means more of you for Horangi to hog away, especially in public. Your scent to Horangi makes him interact in a hyperactive way, he wants to play around especially. He likes when the two of your wrestle or when you got him tangled in your arms. Ghost on the other hand, he/others use you to calm him down when he’s upset. It’s more of a relaxer and he can’t help but let his instincts kick in as he relaxes himself against you, rubbing himself against you as much as he can, purring into your neck.

You’re more of a force to distract Horangi, they bring you into a room to get his focus onto something else sort of like Ghost. He could be lecturing someone and you walk into the room. He’s putting his finger in the air as he looks at you and back at the soldier. Saying he isn’t done with them but then proceeds to throw himself onto you.

Ghost is 50/50 about the affect you have on him. He loves that he feels so relaxed and safe with you, but at the same time he becomes so unaware of his surroundings that he can’t be 100% that he’ll keep you safe. It takes a lot of reassuring that you can keep the both of you safe when he’s in a tranquil state. He’s a little hesitant to fully let go but he eventually gives in the more you cuddle him against you.

When it’s the two of you together it’s literally opposites. Horangi has his hands all over you, leaving marks and nibbles as he tries to entice you to play with him. While Simons got his hands around your waist. Pulling you closer to his chest, as you feel his purrs vibrate through your back. Horangis giving your face little kitty licks while Simons nuzzling further into your neck. 2 kitty boys is the realest way to live.

[burstinn]

Male reader with absolutely Fucking Huge Tits.

(headcanons!)

People shown: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Keegan, König, Horangi, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy

I felt silly I was high and it's funny jwjsjsnsw ew endnsndndnd.

Didn't think my first post would get that much attention but.. Anyways.. Yay?

You have fucking big moobs.. Huge male tits.. Fucking succulent ass Cherries

You are a guy. And lucky for you, You have the most plump, ungodly monumental tremendous tits ever. Ofcourse you had the build to support your huge tits.. But your tits were the most eye catching.

When you first joined 141 or Kortac or whateevveer....Man holy shit they went fuckin wild. Like they weren't even trying to hide that they were blatantly looking at your capacious boobs.

Soap

- he was the first to yell like some Scottish words for Holy shit when you landed out from the Heli showing off your stupendous balloons

- he would be the first to be staring with no shame

-he would also be the first to ask if he could squeeze them.

-he would ask you how the hell you got your mighty melons. And he would ask you if it's possible for you to lactate.

- idk he'd bark..

- if you were to sex. He would lick, slurp your hoo Haas

-Would see if he can make you lactate

-makes you wear a bra. Freaky

- continues to play with your dongdongs after your very amazing activity gently

Gaz

- His eyes went wide.. Probably did the shocked guy face with hands on his head when he saw you

- face red no eye contact trying to not look at your mammoth sized Quadruple D breasts

- secretly staring but it's so obvious he's staring especially when your running laps.. Yknow yknow boobie flaps go up and down Fr fr

- one day when you guys were alone together he probably went down on his knees.. Begging to let him touch and squeeze your boobies.

-If you were to do the devils tango.. Also bite marks.. And licks.. More gently but desperately.

Ghost

- eyes wide under mask. Is confused how a dude could get those unwieldy lofty ass TITTS.

- also secretly staring. Less to zero obviousness.

- wants to ask as well to touch your bazongas but he's to scared.

- you caught him staring once and he immediately looks away. So like the amazing man you are you asked him if he wants to hold your tatas.

-he nodded obviously.

-you doing the nasty? He's rough. No mercy to idk your whole body. Especially your gazongals.

-boob fucking.

-bruises hickeys bites everywhere. Mostly on your GadonkGadonks.

- he would bury his head on the middle of your Tits... It's like a pillow.

Price

- Suprised and impressed. Idk why he's still shocked everytime he sees you walking around

- looking sometimes. But more respectful

-you need too ask him first if he wants to hold your beach balls.

- if you do wrestling in bed. Loving duhh. Lovingly and softly suckling your Rounder Pounders.

- also buries his head on your moob boobs

- Would probably just call you in his office sometimes just so he can use your Boobs as a pillow.

-His beard tickles.. Hmm.

Keegan

- Awooga

-Pointing at it then looks back at someone then looking back at you then looking back at someone.. Then back and forth

-Takes pictures

- you were standing in front of him talking then he just suddenly.. Grabbed your Bazonkers.

-Takes more pictures. Has its own folder just for your mountainous front moons.

- Roleplay sex that involves fucking your boobs Intensity varies

König

- Blushing under mask

-is also a proud owner of plump tits. But he's afraid of yours.

-Also YOU need to be the one to ask as well if he wants a squeeze.

- compare boob sizes.

- rough but gentle RAAAAA. Would ask before doing anything to you doingloings

-Rubs your tats together

- ask before taking pictures.. Shows it to Horangi

- Sometimes he would just stare blankly at you before he just.. Squeezes your knockers..

-He immediately gets red and apologizes red faced from shame and embarrassment.

-When you told him you don't mind and it's okay.. He gets relaxed.

-Now he would just pull you into closets just so he could ask you to caress your man tiddies even though he doesn't need to.

-You caress his too. It's like a ritual.

Horangi

- starts laughing in shock and interest and is also impressed

- Also Staring no shame. But it's less obvious because of his shades

-Asks if your tits are implants..

- Would ask König for pics of your Cupcakes.

- Constant slapping of your boobers.

- jokes about your Honkers..

-Loves Your Honkers but also jealous. He wants big buggers as well :((

- Starts drawing on them. Non permanent colorful markers

-would dress it up as well. Putting glasses.. His sunglasses a mustache..

-would purposely smudge food on your Clonkers and He would say some shit like

'Sorry let me clean that up' and starts licking fr

Graves

- Soldier what the fuck he would say or something.

- Don't get distracted.. Gets distracted.

-Makes you purposefully fight/ train/ spar with him.. Make him discreetly hit or touch your award winning rounders

-If you confront him about it. He will probably say a half assed sorry. Look at you like some pissy bitch for forgiveness.

-Forgiveness being you let him do the bed rolling sweat inducing activity with you.

- Please PLEAASE let him picture it during your seeexx

- Shows it off. Of course he will. Who?

His shadows duh

-compliments your hooters frequently

Also makes jokes with his shadows

-Got sad once and dragged you away from whatever you were doing. And just used you as a pillow and cried.

- If most or all His Shadows are stressed or frustrated from a mission they all gettin in a single file line. And they get to caress touch YOUR FUCKING GARGANTUAN GAZOONKAS one minute each.

-Graves is last because.. He's doing more than just caressing your boobs...

Alejandro

- any Spanish nicknames to refer to your boobs that you don't know of

- Flirting.

- Conspicuous staring..Starts ranting to Rudy about how much he wants to hold your teacups. He's passionate about it to.

- Manages to get the balls with the help of Rudy.. To ask to hold your chest footballs.

- is gentle at first before he looses it and starts squeezing it and roughly touching. Until you made a very audible noise of hurt or discomfort

-Apologizes.. Buys you literally everything just so you can forgive him. On his knees saying sorry in Spanish.

- Praises your body

Rudy

- Just as thirsty as Alejandro. Just more shy and respectful.

- When Alejandro starts confessing to him how much he wants to touch your chests.. He reciprocated and also tell Ale how much he likes your Moobies.

- Sharing. Both sharing. Alejandro touching your left Rudy on the right.

- If Rudy is touching you. If you even shift on what he thinks is a sign of uncomfortability.. Will say sorry.. For weeks.. Even months.

- Will never forget it. Even though you probably did and assured him that it wasn't a sign of anything. Avoided you for a few days out shame.

-Also apologizes for avoiding you.

- Also Praises your body.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Horangi, leans into them : Listen, I would never break your heart.

Y/N : :)

Y/N : Thanks Hora—

Horangi, huskily whispering into their ear : I will, however, break your back.

Y/N, shivered :

Y/N : sTOP‼️

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Birds

Summary:They see your bird for the first time, and there surprised

Type:Short Scenarios: Valeria X M!Reader: Farah X M!Reader: Horangi X M!Reader: Graves X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Farah

Farah had gotten up, pretty late at night to get a drink. She had also noticed now her boyfriend, you, weren't in bed. After Farah got her water she started looking for you. Looking in all the rooms she eventually pasted a window, seeing you in the corner of her eye she turned and looked outside, mid drink. She started coughing, accidently inhaling her water. You heard her and rushed inside with the giant black bird still on your shoulder. Helping Farah, she looked at the bird, before turning the light on. She froze, there was a giant vulture on your shoulders. Noticing the panic in her eyes you quickly explained the situation to her, letting out a low chuckle you watched as Farah relaxed. Playfully punching your shoulder Farah headed back to bed after that small heart attack. You could only laugh

Graves

He knew you had animals, but didn't know what kind. Now Graves is a big bird guy, he loves them. There so colorful and full of life. So when you said you had a lovely bird he couldn't ask to see, he is kinda shocked you hadn't told him sooner, hence the fact your dating. So when he seen the colorful Beak of a toucan he couldn't help but stare in awe. It was the first time he seen a toucan. It was on your shoulder as you feed it some fruit. He was amazed, and yes of course he asked to hold your toucan. He'd be so happy, might try and steal your bird. But seriously, every day he'd come over and act like he's there for you, then eventually he'd just start going start to your toucan.

Valerie

She knew something was up with you. Like how you sometimes used her credit card to buy weird fruits. She'd start getting suspicious when you give her a cheeky smile instead of telling her why. Till one day she showed up at your house, wanting to find out what's going on. Walking in she seen a small bird in your hand. Leaning in the hallway door way she watched as you fed it some fruit. Letting out a small hello, she watched as you whipped around alittle embarrassed. You let out a small laugh, trying to hide the bird. She walked over to you and peeked around your shoulder seeing the small bird fly up to your shoulder. Chuckling at its cute little face she looked at you, as you awkwardly told her it was a gift and how it was a buff-faced pygmy parrot. Smiling she gently put her hand out letting the bird jump into her hand. Smiling she gave you a quick kiss, thanking you.

Horangi

He isn't that big of a fan birds, but he's a big fan of you so he doesn't mind listening to you. But when he heard you had a bird, a big bird he got curious. He wanted to know the first time you told him, then a few minutes later he forgot about it. He wouldn't remember until he comes face to face it, on accident. Walking into your house whistling as he sets down grocery bags. Confused since you hadn't responded to him when he called out, walking to the back door where you usually come in from, opening the door and calling out to you, he got your attention. But also the bird. You turned the corner and waved him over, walking over to you cautiously you pulled him over to a the shed looking things that he figured was just a tool shed, seeing the ostrich looking at him he pulled his hand back. He's heard to much about ostriches to get close to yours. He's loves that you found something you like, but he'll keep his distance.

[A/n:I love birds 😃. I hope you enjoyed]

[gloriousgoosegreeting]

Small PSA because I see it so often:

DON'T LET KÖNIG USE "MEINE LIEBE" AS A TERM OF ENDEARMENT.

I am German, not Austrian so maybe regional differences bring a different context to this, but whenever I read "meine Liebe" it does not translate to "my love" which I assume is the intention, but more as the female version of "my lovely" which is rarely ever used outside of condescension.

Since it is gendered female it is especially jarring when it is said to gn!reader, m!reader or male canon characters. But in general it does not really work in a loving or romantic context so I would recommend looking for alternatives.

A personal fav of mine being "(mein) Liebling" which is considered gender neutral and translates to darling, but I personally think the German version still carries the fondness that "my love" indicates.

Of course if other German speakers want to add something or completely disagree with my point I'd love to hear more perspectives on it, since I know these things are incredibly subjective.

And yes, technically the literal translation of "my love" is "meine Liebe" so it is a very understandable mistake to make, just keep in mind it might not come across the way you intend.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yan!slasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!slasher!Horangi) part 3

Little birdie got caught. Konig is simply too excited to let you go. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3

TW for the chapter: Light blood and gore, dead bodies, mentions of drugs, spanking, kidnapping

— Those fucking bastards killed Karen! Don’t you care?! 

Shouting at your friends was never your forte, but you expected that it would come out at some point in your unwilling journey, You never knew it would because of the psycho killers on the loose, wanting nothing more but to make a nice set of decorations from your bones and eat your liver. 

You try to scream some senses into Chad’s tough skull but, just like his name suggests, this is a useless endeavor and you would be far better off running for your life, abandoning your friends, and hoping that killers would be satisfied without your sacrifice. But, you’re too nice. But, you have a bleeding heart and a death wish – and you feel guilty over not feeling guilty that Karen is dead. This is a new, overwhelming feeling for you, the one that almost revamps your whole essence. There are changes occurring, and you would rather die than acknowledge those changes. 

— Listen to me, goddamnit! We’re all going to die! 

You must be looking horrible – mouth covered in blood like you just ate a bunch of raw meat, smelling of dirt and fresh guts, hands shaking and your face resembling the horror mixed with anger – even Marty is surprised to see the resident mouse behave like this. God, even you are surprised to see just how horrified you look, screaming at them in the hope of saving at least someone. 

Marty drops a hand over your shoulders, pulling you to the side. You try to resist, but his clanky figure is surprisingly grippy and strong – you are being pulled to the nearest tree branches, just out of the range of the group. You spend the previous few hours trying to find them and yell some senses into their heads – and the only thing that they advised is that you should stop drinking for today and that stealing pills from Marty’s stash isn’t very nice even if he kinda doesn’t care where his junk goes. Still, you are fucking trembling. 

Marty pushes you to the tree, whispering in your ear – you feel his hot, deranged breath on the side of your face, making you wince. Even compared to the killer’s smell of sweat and blood, they still were nicer to be around than Stale-Beer-And-Cheap-Weed-Breath Marty. 

— Hey. Heeeeey, doll, what was happening back there? 

— Karen is…

— Nah-nah-nah, this is where you should shut up, yeah? Karen isn’t dead. I mean, I’m glad you think she is, it means my prank is fucking awesome. 

Prank? Her fucking head was chopped off and then tossed over to the nearest creek when the shorter killer decided that he wants you to perform a blowjob on his knife, making sure that you are licking all the blood away. You don’t think that there are ways to fake this – and if there are, then your friends and their hired goons are no better than actual killer psychos anyway and you’d still want out. 

— I saw her! 

— Sure you did, hon. Listen, I’m really glad you were the first to notice and everything, but keep it down for now, yeah? I have this sick mask and I was actually planning to prank the group later at night, but if you found it first…

— Prank?! There are two actual killers on the loose, this is the worst time to do pranks! — God, you’re annoying. This is why I fucking asked Jenny not to invite you. There are no killers, alright? Karen agreed to partake in the prank, so she is hiding somewhere in the forest until I’d pull out that sick knife and fucking scare everyone shitless. You were probably hallucinating from booze. 

— I saw her severed head!

— Sure you did. Listen – you can help me, yeah? Just rile everyone up a little, then you will come back and say that…hmmmm…that Marty was taken! Everyone panicking, screaming, crying, and then I show up with this big-ass knife and…

You never heard the last of his amazing, perfect, simply brilliant idea – because before he could finish it, his head was impaled with…oh, no. No-no-no, you can’t do this anymore, not so soon after Karen is dead, not when you are still shaking and can barely think straight not when you are far away from others because Marty fucking led you to another secured place just to get his stupid head impaled with a fucking crossbow bolt – something that you only saw in video games or historical dramas. 

This was completely silent – the quiet music of the bolt flying through the air, a small grunt that escaped Marty’s lips before he fell to the ground beneath your feet. You didn’t even manage to see from what direction this thing came from, too disoriented to observe the world around you properly. You feel the adrenaline running up again, probably breaking the record for you in the whole year – you jump from the body on the ground, tears dwelling in your eyes. You can’t do it, you can’t do it, you won’t do it, you were never a fighter, the freeze-fight-flight instinct always coming up to curling down in a small ball and sucking on your thumb. 

Some people are simply not built for survival – this is a natural order, something that Darwin was talking about. Soft, weak humans are meant to die, meant to be the food for stronger predators, for monsters dwelling in the shadows. Some creatures are never meant to exist – fleshy cute creatures, the ones that melt at the slightest touch, someone like you – when your first answer to a threat is to roll on your back and show your belly to a mountain lion, you just knew that evolution never meant for you to live past the crib. And yet, civilisation allowed you to survive. To thrive even, before you were put in this fucking forest. 

You run before everything else can kick in – at least some of your instincts are working properly, adrenaline running through your veins as you are leaving Marty behind, not even bothering to check if he is still breathing or not. The man was never thinking with his head – not the upper one anyway – but you doubt that he would survive a bolt shot perfectly between his eyes, separating his brain in two perfect halves. Like a fucking apple. 

You ran 

 ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎   ‎‎      ‎    and you ran ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎  ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎  ‏‏‎  ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎  ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎  ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎      and you ran some more

And you ran right into his chest. 

Wall of muscles, no less – you aren’t even sure if this is a human’s body, too sturdy and hard and perfect to belong to something less of a Roman statue. You feel tears running down your face, panic not even bothering to settle in – you know you would be dead in the next few moments, brain tragically easy saying goodbye to being intact. A pathetic sob escapes your throat as you are caught for the second time in this night – lady luck might be smiling upon you the first time, but you doubt you can be her favorite for long. 

— I thought the rule of escaping was to run away from danger. 

This is the tall killer – low voice, secured by the mask, making it almost unrecognizable. You shake as a big, glowed hand goes on your back, laying there heavily. Even more pathetic sounds are produced from your lips, and you are almost ready to beg him for a quick, painless death – his hand is big enough to cover your head and you don’t want to think of the implications that he might crush your skull with just his fingers. 

König listens to your sobs, doing nothing but keeping a firm hand on your back, securing you in place. You sob and whine and tremble in his hold – and he was never more hard in his life. What an adorable, pathetic little creature you are. Helpless in his hold – even squirrels can fight, scratching and biting. You were sobbing in his hold like the perfect kleine prey you are, and he could almost pretend this was a hug. 

— Tshhh, Hase, don’t cry. I won’t be able to let you go if you’d proceed with those sweet noises, ja? 

His revelation only makes you squirm more. You finally try to get out of his bear-like hug – only to realize that all of your little movements and struggles fit perfectly with the enormous, pulsating bulge in his pants that can probably be considered a murder weapon on its own and shouldn’t be concealed since this is an obvious threat to…ah, on second thought, running around from a serial killer who has his monstrous dick hanging out would be worse. Much, much worse. 

— Let me go! 

You squirm one of your hands, punching his chest. Feels like punching a marble statue – the only thing you are hurting is your own hands. You try to resolve to a different form, jerking up your knee to land a blow on his crotch. 

He fucking moans. 

— Never knew you were such a fighter, Schatz. But I warned you, aren’t I? 

You don’t understand what he is talking about before he suddenly lifts you in his hands, dropping you on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. You are crying, trying to get away, [unching him with your legs and your hands, all the adrenaline in your veins working solely for the purpose of inflicting as much pain on this enormous figure as possible. 

You tug on this weird hood he is wearing – if you are going to die, at least you would die exhausting all possible options, not feeling like you gave up without a fight. This is still a journey of self-respect and deep insight searches for the mysteriously hidden backbone of your body – maybe, yoga classes would be more effective and less dangerous but, unfortunately, you’re not a rich white housewife in her thirties, so not like you have money for a guru who would spend hours trying to convince your ovaries to stop dying on the inside. 

— Let! 

You punch him on the back, a multitude of well-served punches right into his back. He laughs, spreading his shoulders, cocking his chest forward like you were giving him a massage. With a groan, you made a very deliberate punch right in the middle of his back – and he moans from satisfaction, probably releasing some pent-up tension that he got from killing grandmas and destroying hotels. 

— Me! 

You tried to kick him in the chest, your legs working overtime as you cosplayed a rabid rabbit – only for him to laugh even more, his arm securing you holstered across his shoulder like your punches meant nothing. They probably didn’t – he is literally still holding a fucking crossbow in his other hand, managing to secure it on his side while moving towards…you only assume it to be a murder cabin because of course those freaks would have a murder cabin, why the hell not – probably with some cool classy furniture made out of bones. 

— Go! You finally manage to secure hold on the edge of his hood, yanking it upwards in hopes of actually revealing who the fuck is he – a dirty businessman who doesn’t like those damn kids and their dog to ruin his plans for burning down the forest to create a shopping mall? A nice old man who showed you the road when you were lost, but he is actually on a spree to get revenge on all young people for killing his pet chicken in 1997? One of those creepy guys at the corner store who was weirdly obsessive over you, talked like a serial killer, and was constantly and also came in pair with the guy whose height and manner perfectly resembled a pair of killers that are after you now? 

Probably the grandpa. 

You yank the mask up and…

Ah. 

Of course, he is wearing a freaking balaclava. The only thing that you managed to see were his eyes – blue, icy, pretty, filled with anger as he pulled the hood down, concealing his features again, without you even managing to take a closer look. You gulp loudly, preparing to die. 

He smacks your ass with a power that would be enough to break a bone – your only saving grace is that the flesh of your butt provided some cushion, instead leaving a nasty bruise and inability to sit for at least a few days. That is if you would even survive long enough to have problems sitting on your backside. You won’t have such problems if you’re dead, right? 

— Quiet, Schatz. I already breaking the rule for taking you too early. 

— Br…breaking a rule? Do you have a freaking hunting pact? 

— I promised Tiger that we’d let you roam around a little. Make things interesting. 

Ah, yes, because letting you go the first time was such a brilliant idea on their behalf. The only reasons you didn’t go straight to the police is because A) You don’t speak rural Austrian German, B) Your phone can’t connect to anything, and C) You don’t even know in what part of the forest you are. Also because you’re scared that the police are going to turn out treacherous people, just like in horror movies, and that it would fucking destroy your trust. 

— I can roam around. I can roam around just fucking perfect, ass…

Another loud smack on your ass makes you feel like a misbehaving kitten. He grips your ass through your jeans and you whimper a little bit, starting to cry again as his hand goes straight for the bottom, gripping your cunt through the tough layer of denim. You thank every god you know for making you wear ugly, but protective and thick jeans. Every time his hand goes to cup your most intimate parts, the fabric of your jeans protects it – you don’t even feel too violated when he pushes his fingers even more, desperately trying to get a reaction out of you. 

— Language, Hase. Don’t make me discipline you, ja? — Fuck you! — Very gut then. That’s what you will do very soon.

Oh, but the rough material grinding over your delicate, thin panties and the sensitivity of your cunt really makes you feel…something. You won’t want to admit it, he smells like blood and sweat(still better than Marty, but you shut down that thought before it was born because fuck the new abortion laws), and he spanks your ass only to grope your pussy right after – and he also has masterful fingers that are working at the hem of your jeans, making the fabric press even more against the sensitive skin and…

You try to think of something – anything. 

Dead bodies, dead bodies, a lot of dead bodies, and there are some dead puppies too and everything is gross and smelly and…ah, it’s not working. 

König touches your lower parts with a wide grin under his hood – you’re fucking perfect, a nice addition to their house. You bite when he needs a little fight and you shut up when he touches you – perfect birdie, adorable birdie, Horangi will probably be bitching about spoiling the fun since you’d be stuck with them without a proper chase like he wanted, but the tiger would come around once he’d emptied himself on your warm body just once. 

You squirm under his touch, moan and cry and tremble and he can’t stop imagining you in millions of different positions. Stuck in the basement of their house, on your knees like a good girl you are, maybe with some branding or a collar – it’s more of a Horangi’s thing, even though König hopes he won’t have to break you too much until you’d call him daddy – pushing you to their shared bed, making sure that you’re nice and stuck in some open positions, allowing them to take you without much repercussions. 

— Let me go. 

— Nein. 

— Please? 

— I like your begging, Spatz. 

— It means you’d let me go? 

— Nein. You will tell your little friends, and then you will run to the police, ruining our fun. You are not going anywhere. 

— But, um…your culprit will be mad, no? 

As cunning as you can, you’re trying to seal the seeds of destruction among them. You’re trying your damn best not to act too charming or too fake, just so he won’t fall in love with you for real and would try murder-suicide you, but also with enough charisma checks so you’d actually convince him. 

But, it’s not really working – maybe, you aren’t as good at spreading havoc as you thought you were. 

— He’d live. We would get to hold you in your house, little one. It’s enough to make him understand my reasons. 

It’s definitely enough to make you want to puke. He is fast, not even bothering to check on the body of your friend as he goes past it – he just marks it with something that resembles a piece of torn fabric and pushes some leaves and sticks on the body, probably signalling to his friend to come and get rid of the body – and then he changed your position a little bit, securing a hand on your ass he goes deeper into the forest. 

You’re trying to remember the location, maybe counting the trees and every bush that seems like a good mark – but you, a city girl raised on a cocktail of Google Maps and a constant internet connection, have already grown tired of trying to remember everything. Every tree is the fucking same, every turn feels like the one before and, at some point, you were sure that he is actually going in circles to make you understand the location even less. Your blurry vision obstructs the goal even more – you cried so much, it feels like your very eyes gave out. With a sigh of defeat, you metaphorically roll over to your back and present your belly to the predators. 

After a hike that felt like hours, but was probably like 10 minutes long – this guy has long legs and the determination of a dog dragging a really cool stick home and, before you know it, you’re standing in front of a…house. Nice house. Expensive house, a big house, something less of a mansion, but more of a shed that you thought he was going to live in because he is literally a serial killer. 

Even serial killers made good property investments in the respective years – and you were too busy with useless stuff, like learning how to walk or trying not to choke yourself on a piece of carrot. 

— Welcome home, Schatz. 

He gently lets you down from his shoulder, allowing you to take a closer look at your surroundings. Normal living room – literally nothing weird. Maybe a bit too much hunting trophies, maybe a lot of guns lying around, some overly manly decorations, and very questionable art pieces but if you’d see that house advertised on the property website, you wouldn’t even consider it too weird. You were expecting…something. Blood on the walls, furniture made out of human flesh and skin, a devilish feast for imps and every like them…

You saw nothing as König punched the back of your head, putting you to sleep. 

You fucking hate forest trips.