#krueger x oc

[mi-i-zori]

When Her Blood Burns

CoD - Krueger x Fem!Medic!OC/Reader (Callsign : Nephilim)

SYNOPSIS : What I think Nephilim and Krueger’s relationship would be like.

WARNINGS : NSFW. Mentions of wounds, violence, blood, death and torture, smut, switch!Krueger and OC/Reader, mention of kinks. Kind of religious metaphors, though they do not indicate any of the character’s beliefs.

I do not give permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.

Based on his Reaper skin, as well as other similar attires of his, it’s obvious Krueger doesn’t mind going on a battlefield without any kind of protection for his torso and arms. Just him, and his massive balls I guess.

So my headcanon is that he could be at least a little bit masochistic, and definitely a sadist sometimes. Addicted to the adrenaline flowing from the idea of being injured, in a dangerous environment or in the middle of a certain type of stimulation.

On that note, I also don’t think he would mind his carnal adventures being a little risky too.

So I’m gonna throw him into Nephilim’s life like a goddamn feral raccoon. Always up to no good, enjoying being scolded when the pretty medic patches him up after inevitably getting injured in one way or another. Focusing on her soft, steady whispers as she comforts the injured soldiers and civilians who end up in her care ; coming up with fascinating stories whenever she needs to soothe the minds of the terrified children she holds in her arms after saving them from the wicked hands of the terrorists she and her group are trying to destroy. He is shameless when it comes to flirting, drinking up the tiniest reactions that slip through her tough façade. Loving the way she sometimes allows herself to actually be shy in front of him.

He takes the time to slowly unravel the web she hides behind as he holds her flushed skin against his. He drinks every noise flying past her lips, hands holding her hips and breasts in a bruising grip - grunting and growling as he pounds into her. The feeling of his teeth sinking into her shoulders sends her over the edge, pleasured tears dripping down her face and nails tearing through his arms. Waves of scorching heat never fail to rise from every touch they share, burning flesh and mind as their climax drips between them like lava flooding an endless valley, filled with their most primal wilderness.

As he watches her struggle to catch her breath afterwards, pressing corrosive kisses down her spine and slowly descending from his own high, Krueger thinks he could not have found a prettiest angel.

Yet those thoughts come to a screeching halt once he actually witnesses first-hand the real reason behind her callsign. When he sees her fly through the ruins littering the battlefield, all bloodied and bruised, leaving a trail of utter destruction in her wake. Her curses rise like a storm as she tries to maintain everyone in one piece, the emergency medical supplies working flawlessly in her dexterous hands. She doesn’t hesitate when it comes to dragging the enemy soldiers’ names and faces in the dirt, tearing their own supplies from their soon-to-be cold carcasses whenever she can.

Krueger shivers madly when he sees her bring the most cold-hearted war veteran to shame during an interrogation, making her targets whimper and beg before filling their very souls with lead. The burning wisps of her cigarettes light her blood-soaked fingers with each drag, a cold breeze whisking the smoke away from her lips as soon as they part, frozen eyes staring into the night before meeting his.

An Angel and a Demon live in harmony behind the humanity of her mesmerising features. Should any of the Sacred Texts hold even the slightest ounce of truth, he might indeed be the only man to taste the flesh of a Nephilim, at least since the first Divine Purge. The first mortal to savour this rare kind of danger multiple times and come out of it as unscathed as one can be.

It makes him wish he was in her enemies’ place as he watches her with a new kind of interest, lust rippling through every single one of his muscles.

And he does ends up being in their place, in a way, once she really gets more confident with him and their relationship. He realises the façade was not always a fluke when she forces him to kneel, not budging under his touches - for she’s in a bad mood tonight, and it’s finally time she let go of her own chains. He acts like a brat when she digs her nails into his skin into a series of scorching touches while restraining his hands, smirking and not uttering a single sound. Until he can’t take it anymore. Her scent is too tempting behind the blindfold, her touches too mesmerising, her voice too hypnotising.

She takes advantage of his heightened senses, turning his own little tricks against him. Whispering honeyed threats in his ears, pressing her bare self against his back, hands wandering up and down his body without ever going where he wants them to be.

He’s never been so hard.

And he cracks, savouring her coos as he pleads and begs, fighting against his restraints. Whimpering when she finally goes down on him, only to deny him his release. Stimulating him far beyond his limits like he has done countless times to her, biting his lips until blood floods from under his teeth. She licks it up, the flavours of his skin, sweat and blood mixing with the taste of her lips as she kisses him, riding him feverishly until there nothing left of them but groans, moans and pants - whimpers, cries and thundering heartbeats. Rendering them both as brainless as one can be.

After this, Krueger realises that, as dominant as he likes to be, he may or may not have a huge mommy kink.

[starcrossedspirit]

✧. ┊    smut drabble one ! pairings: könig x fem!oc x krueger original characters: liliya belyaeva tag warnings: ADULT CONTENT AHEAD - MDNI - clothes still on, cunnilingus, creampie, anal creampie, threesome ♡

They lay quiet in the room, hidden from within the estate as it rained outside. Soft moans, the sound of bodies moving- they were starved and they longed to feast upon one another.

In sunroom they lay haphazard upon the couch, the rain lightly tapping against the glass. He pushed her dress up and dug hands across her thigh, the bare skin warm to his touch.

Krueger squeezed at the softness and a whimper shuddered throughout her body, it only made him hungrier. “Already whimpering, hm?” he asked with a smooth, mocking tone. “I will have you doing more than that, liebling.”

He pushed her legs apart revealing the tight cunt that he was looking for, the sight aching to be touched. It made his mouth water knowing she only wore her dress, such a devious thing.

Running fingers up from her thigh, deliberately dragging out every small touch to make her squirm, Krueger delighted in making her bend to his touch.

“See? I haven’t done anything and you’re already a mess.” A soft disapproving click of his tongue followed, she was touched starved and it was easy to manipulate that. “What would König do knowing you’re going to be fucked without him, hm?”

Fingers run along her cunt and a whimper was choked out by biting her lip. Beneath the mask he watched her, eager to get her back for withholding from him what he wanted to hear. He liked these kinds of games, he got to show her who was in charge.

His hands, rough and calloused from years of service, pushed past her folds and he spread her cunt to torture himself with just how much he had wanted it. It was pink and slick with wetness and he could feel himself hard against his pants. He wanted to fuck her but that would be too easy.

“You’re quiet, liebling, won’t you sing for me?” He mused with a certain tone. “Or am I not the one that you want?”

The hood concealed his eyes but their looks still met. Hazy faced, sweet and so soft, she was flushed with a carnal need. Fingers met the side of his face and she pushed past his hood, nails dragging across his chin in such a tender manner that encouraged him upwards to her face. Inches apart, their faces were close and she could feel the heat from beneath his hood.

He held her hips tight, hands squeezing firmly into the plush skin, and he pushed his body down into her. Returning the feeling she held him close with arms wrapped around his neck. She bit her lip again and Krueger could feel himself holding back from actually taking her right then.

Soft sighs of desire fell from her lips and they were hot against his ear- it only made him that much more eager. Admittedly she made it hard, God how he wanted to break her in.

Rocking his body against her, she wrapped her legs around his body holding Krueger close to her. The feeling of his hard cock through his pants pushing against her cunt made her push back with wanting to be turned over and fucked. Fingertips dug into his back and she arched, grinding the wetness onto his pants.

But her eyes looked to the side for just a moment and she found herself making eye contact with König who stood at the door of the sunroom. The blue of his eyes were warm, hungry, it reminded her of a predator. With opened lips she mouthed with a soft beckon closer and he wasted no time in closing the distance between them.

Krueger continued with holding her down upon the couch and König came to the side, his eyes locked in. Their bodies loomed over hers, tall and dark against the dim light that poured through the windows. He was tall and even kneeling he stood above her- but his eyes never lost contact with hers as his fingers glided gently under her chin to hold her gaze.

“Playing without me, hm? How wounded I am.” he said with a velvety tone, she could hear the smile from beneath his hood. Krueger gave a soft groan as he muttered something in German, a laugh came from König as his fingers flipped over and he held her cheeks with a certain intensity. It was a little rough and it made her arch into the other’s cock even more.

“What shall we do with you, hm? Fuck your little ass and make you beg?” He mused, turning her face and brushing his thumb against her lips. “Or should I fuck your mouth? Make you take it all and leave you wanting more?”

Krueger spoke then in German, it was soft and muttered catching König’s eyes with a darted look. She could tell he was thinking about what his partner spoke of and within seconds he answered back in the same language. They had plans, it had been decided beforehand and she knew it.

König moved forward as he pushed the hood up just enough to steal a kiss. It was domineering but filled with a certain hunger that she answered back with all the same desire. He ran his tongue against her mouth, finding her tongue already waiting, and within seconds he pulled away while quickly covering his face again. “You’ll be squirming for me, häschen. Are you ready?”

Eyes doe-like and hazy she watched as he stood up and reached for his pants buckle while walking to the other side of the couch. Krueger on the other hand scooped her up and flipped their bodies over in one fell swoop, her weight settling on top of his still hard cock. His own hands wiggled down to their waist, it snaked quickly and uncovered his own readily hard shaft begging to find her cunt. She could feel the warmth radiating off of it, it made her mouth water.

Eyes turned then to look behind her to see the tall man reveal his hand on upon his thick cock, her eyes glinting as he stroked it up and down readying it to find her tight asshole. She could tell that from under his hood he delighted in her stare and with his other hand he smacked her ass, the slight sting causing her to jump and Krueger to laugh beneath her.

“Do that again, liebling, I want to feel you bounce on this cock.” Krueger mumbled as he moved her to settle her upon his dick. From behind she felt König ready himself and with a soft intake of air she felt Krueger push past her pink cunty folds, a soft simmery moan escaping from beneath his hood. The thickness of his cock expanding her flesh made her groan as Krueger pulled her downward to him, laying her body upon his chest with his arm holding her down allowing König better access to her asshole.

“Mm, what a beautiful sight.” König mused, his hand grabbing at her ass to squeeze it. Krueger rocked just enough to make her cunt twitch and with a soft, affectionate click of his tongue he placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her hazy eyes upward to stare at him. She was cradled, comfortable, and with a soft spit covered finger König readied her ass for his cock.

But then just like that he pushed the head of his dick in, anchoring himself by grabbing her hips, and with a low hungry growl he rocked his cock into her and it made her see stars. With a hum Krueger moved his finger to place a hand on her cheek, cradling her face- the star-eyed look was beloved and oh so fuckable.

There was a satisfied moan followed by a string of German words that König uttered from behind her as he savored the tight hole that struggled to take his thickness. Her nails dug across Krueger’s chest as the other man pushed as deep as he could into her asshole, slowly at first but then picking up the pace as he better positioned himself.

Each forceful ram spreading her ass made her cunt twitch, Krueger’s own cock just as tight against her walls, and all she could do was whimper with each and every movement of being fucked. He still held her face, thoughts of stealing a kiss for himself plaguing his thoughts.

The evenness of each movement became quicker and even more wicked. Hard and hitting her weak spot made her lay further into Krueger who leaned forward, moving the hood just enough to kiss her forehead. He spoke words in German that were sweet if not slightly mocking from the tone and closing her eyes she enjoyed the moment of being at the mercy of both men. Her legs straddled his waist and stiffened, God it felt so good.

But then she felt König grab her by the arms, holding them tight and restricting against her back as he pulled her up from off of Krueger to restrain her with one arm. The other held her by the neck and against his body, fingers tight but not strangling.

“I can’t have all the fun, now can I?” König asked both soft and gentle. Eyes looking down to the man beneath her she felt him move his hips to start pumping into her, grabbing hers to get better leverage. Steady, even paced that rocked to the back of her cunt and hitting the cervix that made her melt into König. It hurt but oh god did it feel good as it stretched her cunt.

From behind König’s hand run from her neck down to the strap of her dress, catching it and pulling it down just enough to expose her breasts. They bounced with each and every movement of Krueger fucking her and soft moans from him were over powered by the sound of her shrill love-struck cries. Behind her König played with her tits, notably playing with her nipples, and beneath them Krueger grunted and pushed hard into her just before releasing a sloppy mess of cum inside of her. She felt it spew hot and hard into her cunt followed by the twitch of his cock. König behind her gave a pleasured sigh- oh he knew that it felt good to fuck her.

Pulling her off of Krueger with a soft pop of her cunt, warm cum spilled out and he positioned their bodies better to eagerly fuck her. Holding her legs with his arms, she placed her own arms upwards and backwards to hold his neck. Within seconds he pumped into her asshole, cum leaking down to lubricate each hard thrust in.

Leaning forward Krueger grabbed ahold of her legs, moving his shroud just enough to place his mouth upon her exposed clit to play with it, and soft murmurs became low howling moans. Each moan made him suckle harder and made König fuck faster, turning her into a near mess of tears from the sheer amount of pleasure. From behind König nuzzled into her, he whispered something soft and loving into her ear that made her heart race. She could feel her own climax coming on and she wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer, not with the both of them working against her.

With a soft nibble at her cunt and a swirl of his tongue paired with the tight sensation of König stretching her asshole, she felt the tension in her legs as the climax rushed over her body. The sensation of her being tightening against him made König intake sharply just as he pushed one last time into her before releasing a load of hot stringy cum into her asshole. They held each other for a moment, both out of breath, and Krueger moved upward to find her lips- finally being able to steal that kiss he wanted, making sure that she tasted herself upon his lips.

“What a good little häschen,” König mused then as he continued to nuzzle her. “You were wonderful.”

Krueger held her close to his face, one hand upon her neck as the other was down fixing her dress just enough to cover her up. Their eyes were closed as they all breathed in a quiet unison, exhausted but relieved.

Just outside the rain poured, a soft sunlight peering through the glass that surrounded the three lovers- it would be sunny before they knew it. translation: liebling - my darling häschen - bunny

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Strange Candy

After a strange encounter. A chubby witch must now figure out how to escape the interest of 3 very dangerous demons.

Fat! Original Female Character/Roland "Swagger" Kaminski/Nikto/Sebastian Krueger

Tags: enemies to lovers, monster au, blood, gore, masturbation, liberal use of italics, soul mates elements, chubby oc, stalking, multi-parts

(This is a self indulgent project that got a little out of hand, and the first semi-serious piece I've posted, so polite critique is welcome!)

Banner by @/cafekitsune

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski hardly read over the document before whipping his signature down and sliding it back haphazardly to his superior. The man had simply rolled his eyes before urging him to actually read over the document before departure. Swagger couldn’t have cared less. 

The contract was for the United States. Some bullshit intel regarding the smuggling of volatile chemicals. Orders were simple: seek, and destroy if appropriate. Half of their money up front, the other half when the job was finished. Not that Swagger cared about the money, none of the team did,  they all had more of it than they knew what to do with.  No, most of them had joined the private military group for their own…peculiarities.  

Being an untethered demon came with its own challenges, but Swagger was tenacious if nothing else. Had always known exactly where he needed to be, and when he needed to be there. Confident that all these twists and turns would lead him to his Chosen. To sate him when the time was right. 

Whether he would keep them or crush their bones between his jaws was still yet to be determined. Either way his troubles would be over. 

He’d had the same dreams since he was a wee beast. Loud music and blinding strobe lights. Smoke rolling languidly from ornate silver sensors. A witch of his own, hiding somewhere in the world.

As he strutted across the tarmac he couldn't keep the shit eating grin off his face, there was a humming beneath his flesh, a simmering excitement beginning to bubble its way up his throat. And as they drew closer, Swagger knew in his little black heart that his time had finally come.

_

It had taken a few days of ground work before they'd  gotten a reliable mark. As they would come to find out, one of the city's most popular nightclubs also posed as a front for illegal smuggling.

Very creative, Swagger huffed amusedly from his position. Feet kicking in the rafters as he watched the bodies writhe to the beat below him.  He had been quick to slink inside and let his compatriots handle the intricacies, having hardly paid attention to the briefing before sauntering off in the opposite direction. The other two would do perfectly fine on their own with the petty human mission. He had other business to attend to. 

He scanned the crowd through the round lenses of his gas mask. The head piece having become an unfortunate necessity over the last few years. The longer he'd gone without his Chosen, the more controlling himself had become…troublesome. Demons were insatiable creatures to begin with, requiring hardy meals of flesh and bone and blood that swirled through the living like the sweetest nectar. The longer he’d continued untethered, the more voracious his appetite became.  Frequent contracts kept him placated enough, but holding in his strength and shape, especially when hunger clawed at his belly, made him unsuitable for more delicate operations.

He wrinkled his nose against the onslaught of sheer stink in the room. Sweat and weed, and far too many humans drenched in cheap cologne. Making it nearly impossible to sift through the cocktail of what could be human or Other. 

Almost.

A scent wafts through the round vents of his mask, rich and sugary. Chocolate over cherries that was nearly lost among the rest.  He stands, immediately alert, desperately searching for the source. Blinding lights dance across the glass of his lenses, music pounds, and Swagger finds himself dizzy with deja vu of it. 

Here, here, here. They were here.

His body begins to tremble, sickly acid pooling in his mouth like some eager slobbering mutt. He slinks through the rafters, scanning body after body. His black little heart seizing in his chest when his eyes zero in on her. 

His Chosen.

She gyrates gracefully to the music. All long ginger waves and cherry painted lips. Multicolored lights dancing over the black velvet minidress that hugged gorgeous full breasts and a soft belly, the exertion of the night painting her cheeks and neck with a hot flush.   

She was perfect. Looking so warm and soft and fucking luxurious.

He could feel the tether rip through his chest, slamming his heart against the cage of his ribs as he drank her in. The once thin thread he had felt before now twisting and growing into a heavy rope, curling around his heart, suffocating him with the weight of its abundance. 

A feral grin splits across his face as he watches it slam into her too. She stumbles, brows knitted with a palm against her sweaty chest. She whirls in confusion, trying to find the source in the undulating crowd. 

I’ve got you now -

An explosion shakes the building, followed by the shrill bleating of alarms and pouring emergency sprinklers. The dance floor scattering in a flurry of frantic screams and flailing limbs. And in the split second his eyes tore away from her, she was gone. Lost in the sea of falling ceiling and fleeing bodies.

No, no, no.

He’d just found her! He couldn’t lose her now! Red hot anger rolls through him like a tidal wave. Roiling smoke spilling out from underneath his mask with the heat of it. 

His comms crackle to life. 

“They destroyed it themselves. Evac immediately.” comes a familiar german accent, Krueger, his unofficial lead for the operation. Always so fucking calm. 

He snarls, dropping from the high rafters with a thud, moving lightening fast to snag a straggler in the panic. Lifting them clean off the ground, and slamming them bodily onto the floor. He pins them there, using his weight to hold down their frenzied thrashing. Stupid, clumsy, humans.

Roland yanks up the edge of his mask, lips twisted into a snarl,  noxious fumes rolling out in waves from between his teeth. He opens his mouth, tongue lolling as he lets the acid there spill messily onto the flesh below him, relishing in the sizzle and burn as it melts through skin and muscle. The writhing stops soon after, and with little fanfare he plunges his fingers into now hollow sockets, snapping off pieces of blood soaked skull to devour like a gruesome party tray. 

“Kaminski, now”  comes another voice, very russian and very annoyed. 

He sits up finally, scrubbing blood off the scruff of his chin. The familiar weight of his tether tugging at his chest. His witch was fine, still firmly connected to him, he could find her again soon enough. He stares, just a bit dazed at the flames roaring around him, the headless corpse beneath him still spilling blood lazily over beer soaked laminate. Perhaps he had overreacted. 

He clears his throat, yanks his mask back down and dusts himself off. Pocketing the loose teeth he’d saved into his tac vest for a little snack later. With a tired sigh he trots outside as his teammates' annoyed tone buzzes in his ear once more. 

~~

What the fuck?

Ruby stands annoyed amongst the crowd of onlookers. Watching with healthy suspicion as the nightclub she favored most roared with flames.  

Tonight was supposed to be her little bi-weekly ritual. Self care and all that. Get dolled up and take herself out for something fun. Dance her heart out, and maybe a little more if something pretty came sniffing. Dousing herself in magic was never a smart thing to do given her heritage, and she rarely bothered with any magic that changed her appearance, but she had really put in effort this evening. Full hair and skin routine, silky sweet lotions rubbed into her skin.  All on top of the little black dress and blood red color painted onto her lips. 

All of which had been sorely ruined when falling strobe lights nearly crushed her, emergency sprinklers soaking her to the bone. Now she stood like a soaked rat in the crowd of onlookers, hair frizzy and wet heels sliding uncomfortably, thankful for waterproof mascara at the least. 

Something strange was afoot, and she wasn't about to chance a little charm to wick the water away, less even that draw something more unsavory to her. 

Something had struck her on the dance floor. She could still feel it now, not painful, but tight, like a thread around her heart. The strange weight still clinging to her ribs was proof enough that something was certainly wrong. She had hardly had time to look at the faces around her before the alarms blared. Was this something cosmic? A curse? 

She pondered her dreams.  The same visions had been repeating for weeks now, neon lights, flames.  Clairvoyance was not her specialty. Visions had never plagued her, nor did she seek them out. She had been taught early that the future was not finite, lines shift and flutter.  She had deemed the art useless long ago, too unpredictable, and certainly not because the art had always been like sand through her fingers. What was the fun in always knowing anyway?

In hindsight it should have been obvious. That maybe the dreams hadn't just been dreams after all, but warnings… like she was supposed to just know that! Instead she had stubbornly fixed herself a sleepy time tea and ignored them without a second thought.  A girl’s gotta get her beauty rest after all.

She had been in adamant danger.  Maybe the weird feeling in her chest was another side effect? A more physical warning to urge her away? A little too late, she groused inwardly. 

Another small explosion rocked the concrete below her, snapping her from her thoughts.

She scanned her surroundings again, her eyes falling to a trio of men in the distance. All clothed in masks and oddly tactical gear for just firefighters. She had caught a few murmurings around her. Something about a chemical fire and judging by the masks, that at least checked out?  She slipped through the crowd, eyes pinned to the men. Determined to at least get a practical explanation for her paranoia. 

She approaches with purpose. Heels in hand as she marches up to one of the men. Barefoot and lacking a fuck to give she asks whats going on, having learned a long time ago that if you say anything with enough confidence most people would just yield. She stares at the nearest one, his face nothing more than a black void behind a thinly netted veil. She no more than gets the words out before he is cutting her off.

“Keep back” he replies in a low german accent, holding a hand up to her in mild warning.

She huffs, feeling another set of eyes on her she spares a glance to one of the others, a bulkier man, with icy blue eyes surrounded in black fabric. There is something off about how they glow in darkness, and Ruby quickly averts her gaze, rolling her shoulders before she tries again, “What happ-”

“Confidential”  he barks this time, the timber of it hitting her just so over the roar of flames. It sounded distinctly different from the calm warning he’d given her moments prior, like he'd pushed it right into her head. 

She should leave. Instead, she pivots her legs, taking on a power stance as she crosses her arms. Lips pressed into a fine line, fully prepared to be annoying until she spots the third man coming toward them.

He approaches with purpose, flames dancing in the dark lenses of his gas mask. She cant see his eyes, but an unease washes over her, blood turning to ice. Adrenaline preparing her to fight or flee. 

Her chest tightens, and in a split decision she does just that, tucking tail with as much dignity as possible and turning on a heel. He was certainly coming as backup, and the last thing she needed was to be the asshat on the news who started beef with the emergency crew. 

Maybe she was just shaken up, it isn't everyday that you get nearly blown up. She'd survived, despite ignoring her dream’s incessant warnings. And maybe the tightness in her chest and belly was just gas. A serious case of the bubble guts after a truly dangerous encounter. She sighs, settling on taking the long way home and having a peppermint tea for safe measure. 

–

Judge greets her as Ruby swings open the door to her dusty loft apartment. The big shaggy hound stepping carefully out of his nest on the couch, old bones creaking with a drawn out stretch.  He trots over to her, big shaggy tail thwapping hard enough against her side table to make her keys jingle. She smiles at the old wolfhound, scrubbing her nails through the wirey fur of his chin. He schmoozes in closer, resting his big head against her belly as he leans on her bodily. She'd only been gone a few hours but the old man always acts as if it'd been days.

Exhausted from the night,she slides down her door and onto the floor.  Wincing at the squelch of her soaked dress as her ass hit the hardwood. 

She meets Judge's big brown eyes and sighs. “I think we got a problem buddy” she tells the gentle giant, who on cue begins giving her a once over, snuffling seriously at her ears and clothes.

Would he even be able to tell if something was off? Could familiars even smell curses? He continues his inspection, a steady rhythm of careful sniffing as he noses down her legs. 

“What's the verdict buddy? Am I going to turn into a toad? Have perpetually burnt toast?”

He finishes with a final snuffle to her face, huffing out a stinky breath, forceful enough to blow her hair from her face. With a tired yawn he lays down over legs, his large body hanging off of her at an obviously uncomfortable angle. 

If Judge wasn't bothered, It can't be that bad, right?

And yet….

She closes her eyes, taking deep breaths to center herself. She tries to see it. This pesky thing attached to her, and it appears. Nebulous in the ether of her mind, a wispy red thread stretching out from her and into the infinite darkness. She concentrates on it, reaches out to grasp it with both hands and yanks, like ripping off a band-aid.

It doesn't budge, only briefly pulling taught like a fishing line before falling slack again, floating easily in a nonexistent breeze.

She tries again, twisting her fingers through it, tugging it this way and that. Tries to pull the string apart between her fingers. It stretches and pulls, but gives no indication of damage. 

Well shit.

~~

Roland perches on a building ledge across the street, watching her through the large windows of her run down apartment. It's homely, with large bookshelves lining one wall,  filled to the brim with old worn out tomes who couldn't quite make out the titles of.  A myriad of plants hang from her high ceilings and fire escape. She’d even hung soft linen curtains and warm strings of tea lights throughout her space. Giving it a soft orangey glow. 

He wasn't going to follow her quite so soon. But when the silly witch toyed with their tether like that, she was begging him to come find her.

Nosey thing wasn't she? He'd lit up like a christmas tree when he heard her speak, stubborn confidence in a soft southern drawl as she'd sassed Krueger. He restrained himself as best as he could before approaching, giddy to get a better look at her. Only for the little witch to flee. Which was fair enough. 

His attention is pulled again when she comes shuffling back in, faced washed and now clad in an oversized t shirt and sweatpants. Grabbing a leash from the side table she swings her way back out the door, oversized hound in tow. 

Leaving again so soon? He'd been fully prepared to wait until she slept. Slink into her apartment and simply snag her there. She was either very brave or very stupid. Either way she would be under his wing soon, warm and protected. 

He tails her from the rooftops, ogling the sway of her hips as she trails behind her mutt. Waiting patiently as the dog stopped every few feet to sniff a trash can or street corner. 

Swagger waits, anticipating her route and slinking down into the alley near her complex. Eager to see her close up. As anticipated she passes through, eyes scanning the darkness where he lays shrouded in shadows.

However, the mutt pauses, sniffing at the air before standing stone still, a fine line of hair splitting up his back as his hackles raise, growling into the shadows. He would have preferred not to scare her first but no matter. 

He saunters out of the darkness, hands in his pockets as if this were a serendipitous reunion. She freezes, grasping the little bejeweled can of pepper spray tighter in her free hand. She stares at him wide eyed as he makes a careful approach, her eyes flickering briefly to lead attached to her first line of security.

“Easy, ma petite. I'm not going to hurt you” he coos softly. Pausing a safe distance away from the slobbering beast standing between him and his witch. She'd be smart to let it go, however if the dog bit him, he would most certainly be biting back. Dog isn't the worst thing he's eaten over the years.

“Look, I'm sorry about earlier, if this is some kind of interrogation tactic, I can't help you. I don't know anything about that club thing” she says slowly, taking a careful step away from him, one he follows immediately with his own.

He likes hearing her talk. Her voice is low and soft with a drawl he's only really heard in movies. It's endearing in a way.

“Not here about that.” he says simply, taking another step closer. 

Something unreadable flickers behind her eyes and he watches as her pretty plush lip wobble, eyes going misty.

“No need for tears, witchling” he reminds her softly. Even though she looked so pretty with tears in her eyes. His cock gives an interested twitch at the thought of licking those tears from her cheeks, tasting the salt of her on his tongue.

“Witchling?” she croaks, brows furrowed in confusion. Her soft body trembling as she tugs her pet closer to her side. 

Swagger cocks his head. Did she not know? He thought it was odd to see her on her own like this, had the great covens truly left their kindred to the wolves?

His poor thing, she was lucky she was his chosen, she'd be nothing but blood on the pavement if any other demon had happened upon her first. 

“Yes princesse, it's in your blood. I can show you” he offers lightly “Just need to come with me.” he takes another step forward, raising his arms in mock surrender. 

She continues to sniffle, eyes flickering back and forth in thought before she looks at him again.

And it happens all at once, her fear stricken face shifting to one of pure malice.

“I'm not going anywhere” she hisses.

He barely notices the flick of her wrist before the concrete rattles below him. No time to dodge away as jagged cement teeth emerge from the earth below him. A bastardized carnivorous plant made of stone and rebar. 

He howls as misshapen teeth split though muscles and bone. A sickening squelch echoing through the alley as his arm is ripped messily from the shoulder. The concrete monstrosity crunching audibly before sinking back into the sidewalk with its bloody prize. He clutches the bleeding stump. Stumbling and whirling to get his eyes back on his witch.

Gone, not even the sound of her footsteps. The sly shit hadn't wasted a second. He should be angry, furious at the witches' deception. 

Yet he stands there panting. Listening to the residual aura of her power fizzle and crack in the air around him like lightning. He feels elated. The static of old magic buzzing beneath his skin, raising his hair on end as what blood he has left flows between his thighs.

He curses, clumsily propping himself up against the alley wall, using his good arm to fish his cock out from his tac gear. Not only was she gorgeous, but she was clever, powerful.

He pumps himself lazily with blood soaked fingers. Groaning as he gives himself a squeeze. Swiping a thumb through the copious precum weeping from his tip and dragging his slick over the quickly drying tack of blood on his length. 

He's dizzy with it, whole body pulsing with pain and pleasure and the electric buzz of her still left the air. 

He pumps in earnest now, lewd slick sounds fill the alley as he pants like a dog. Fucking his fist to the thought of his pretty thing running from him. Tits bouncing and sweat slick as he chases her through back alley streets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He spills into his hand with a choked sound. Pulling spend down his blood soaked cock in lazy strokes until it turns a pretty pink.

He remains there for a moment, catching his breath as he grows soft and the adrenaline fades. Leaving nothing but the radiating pain in his shoulder and the reality that he is literally standing around with his dick in his hand.

He tucks himself back in, giving himself a good natured pat over the groin, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

He can't even find it in himself to be mad. Only amused at his witch's clever little show. Oh yes. She would do perfectly, they just had a few wrinkles to iron out. 

He winces a bit, the uncomfortable stretching of bones and flesh growing and stitching itself back together, reminding him of his new issue.

A quick meal would speed up the recovery, but it wouldn't go unnoticed by Krueger and Nikto. He pushes himself off of the wall, thinking up his next plan of action.

He already knew where she lived, and even if she ran the tether would bring them back together regardless.

He'd let her rest. Think on her actions.

For now. Dinner was in order.

[hunterbunter3000]

Tbh the way you write Krueger gives me sugar daddy / obsessive vibes (not that I can complain). I love the idea of him being so obsessed to please sweetheart in any way she wants (personally I HC him as a service top switch, specially w the way you write him). But if you’re ever up to it I’d love some Krueger drabble (or ghost or könig bc they’re yummy too)

-🪿(hönk)

HÖNK BABES OMG

18+

You are so right with him being a service top 👏 ugh he would so eat her out until she passes out. Round after round, with his big ass hands clamped around her thighs and his thick tongue flicking against her overworked clit. AUGH he would cum so quickly because of her taste and moans. He would cum just from eating her out 💀💀

And he 10000000%% is obsessive with Sweetheart. He only thinks about Sweetheart 25/8 and all he wants to do is please her. He calls her "My little Goddess" for a reason ✨️ just touching her is a blessing to him. Touching her hand, he would crumble right then and there. He would do anything and EVERYTHING for this woman. He wants-- NEEDS-- to be around her all the time, or he will go INSANE. He's also pretty possessive with her. But Sweetheart shut that shit down, so he's only just a little teehee🤭 but yeah he becomes quite jealous when people talk to her. Don't touch her because you will lose a hand. And if you make a move? Oh, you're gonna end up either on a t-shirt or on a milk carton.

(I can go on and on with Krueger about being an obsessive freak with Sweets HAHA)

And hönk omg sugar daddy Krueger makes me want to fold😭 she wouldn't even ask him to be a sugar daddy, he would just do it himself. He LOVES spoiling her, even though she doesn't ask for it, he does it anyway. And of course she's thankful for it, she's not a brat. But that makes him buy MORE SHIT FOR HER

It's a cycle:

• Krueger buys something for Sweets

• Sweets yells at him

• Sweets says thank you and smiles

• Krueger gets the happy juice in his brain

And then it starts over 💀

He's even bought her an apartment close to his, but she wanted to stay in her old family home, so he said "okay. I'll just live closer to you" and she's like-- w h a t 🧍‍♀️

And OH he would so buy toys for her. Like vibrators. He bought one that he could control from afar and that was such a fun day LOL When he's not around, like on a mission, he made a mold out of his cock for her 💀 and yk... she uses it sometimes HWHEHSHES Krueger asked her to send a video of her using it and she does. She was so embarrassed and shy when she did it. Wearing one of Krueger's shirts and ONLY his shirt-- and her hair out (he loves seeing her hair down) and she's on the bed with the toy and she lubes it up, cause it's fucking huge. AND IT HAS A SUCTION CUP LOL so she just slaps on the bed frame and rubs it on her slit.

Fuck, and Krueger is just watching it like it's the last thing on earth. He is so FUCKING HARD and he wants to be there and fuck her himself. He hears her little whimper when the toy prods her hole. Sweet's is bent on the bed and holding a pillow, her eyebrows knitted and tears already springing in her eyes. Omg that makes Krueger go FERALLL

And once she backs her thick ass back into it, she squeals so loudly and starts to twitch. "Fuck... I think I just came..." GIRL I THINK KRUEGER JUST CAME WHEN YOU SAID THAT WTF-- she starts to grind on it, as much as she can fit, and starts to bounce on it. Her moans and whimpers flow through the speaker of his phone and other soldiers are just frozen and turned on, and are scared to shit to tell him that everyone can hear what's playing on his phone 💀(he honestly doesnt give a shit, hes too engrossed on the video) and Graves comes over, pissed at Krueger because it's extremely distracting whatever is on his phone. Graves was about to speak until he saw Sweetheart fucking herself on the biggest dildo he has ever seen. He has never seen her moan and whimper like that-- like gurl where has this side been?? And he just stands there with his eyes big and mouth gaping. His dick twitches in his pants and he feels light-headed. The fucking wet sounds of her stretched pussy and her low babbles and her bottom half jiggling with every bounce is straight torture for the both of them.

"Fuuucckkkk Krueger, if this is the size of your actual fucking cock I don't think I can take it..." Sweetheart whimpers out. Graves is like- SORRY WHAT

THAT BIG THING IS A MOLD OF KRUEGER'S COCK??? It's literally making a small bulge in her stomach when she sits up and it's not even in all the fucking way. Krueger growls, his knee bouncing like CRAZZYY "You'll take it, baby. You will." He mumbles to himself. Omg he's so turned on its making him unstable.

She goes faster, the bed frame creaking with her backing up on it. She gets louder and her thighs start shaking so damn much. "Cumming... Cumming!" She bites the pillow hard as her pussy creams around the dildo. She makes such a mess on the bed frame omg (Krueger and Graves wanted to lick it all clean) and she's breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down. Once she does, she gets up to get her phone, they can see that she's a bit sweaty and eyes teary and low. She wipes her face and she sighs before speaking. "I can't believe I did this. Fuck I'm still shaking. Just-- be safe Krueger." And the video ends. The silence is THICCKKKK AFTERWARDS LMAO

But I am making a smut fic between Krueger and Sweetheart, so keep an eye out for that!

[vasyandii]

Just as a reminder from me as an OC X Canon artist: It sucks having people brush your Oc to the side. I will ALWAYS love your OCs significantly more than the canon character you ship them with.

I get how frustrating it is for people to ONLY acknowledge and see the canon character. It's disheartening.

You've worked hard in designing, writing, drawing them. Your Oc is your pride and joy; They aren't to be overlooked. They are to be acknowledged and appreciated as they are!!

(This shouldn't be taken as an ok for you to be like "(Character) is MINE!!!" or stuff like that. Character dependent/Delusional attachment styles are extremely unhealthy and makes everyone's fandom experience less enjoyable, I have zero tolerance with that)

[callsignhood]

Drew some COD operators with OCs as drawing practice! For @gremlingottoosilly and @puff0o0

[demonlattee]

My man is ✨Krueger✨ not the crispy Krueger

[saturncodedstarlette]

Krueger : Danger is my middle name.

Y/N, smiling blissfully : That’s a lie.

Y/N : Your name is cutie-pie.

Y/N, boops his nose & giggles :

Krueger, a literal war criminal :

Krueger, country’s most wanted man :

Krueger, who escaped from KSK Custody :

Krueger, who fled the country :

Krueger, has identities :

Krueger, “accidentally” killed innocent civilians :

Krueger, is Y/N’s cutie-pie :

Krueger, smiles at the thought of it : ☺️

[neruhichy]

Just a happy Krueger (?

[yupstep]

Why are they so cute!! 😭 I can’t take it. One day they shall kiss

I haven’t been active too much because I just moved into my new place! But here’s some drawings I’ve done of Zona and Krueger

[mi-i-zori]

No Heaven Or Hell

CoD - Krueger x Fem!Medic!OC/Reader (Callsign : Nephilim)

SYNOPSIS : A list of things I've written for Krueger and my OC, Nephilim. Can be read as an x Reader (no physical description).

WARNINGS : NSFW. Mentions of wounds, violence, blood, death and torture, smut, switch!Krueger and OC/Reader, mention of kinks. Kind of religious metaphors, though they do not indicate any of the character’s beliefs.

I do not give permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.

They Do Not Speak

When Her Blood Burns (18+)

[starcrossedspirit]

Show a moodboard and an important phrase or dialogue from the current fic you are writing!

Eyes bright like the stars that lingered in the night sky, she watched them from the garden of daisies as dusk broke overhead. They stood quiet at the door, no sound and not even the wind stirred the trees overhead, and she smiled at them. Both men were killers, they meant harm to others, but for the first time in her life she felt safe.

tagged by: @cloudofbutterflies92 !! thank you so much!! the new oc gets to shine here :)

tagging: @itsmwifenolan @caelums-fate @icecutioner @mutantthedark @alexa-mwll

[hunterbunter3000]

the boys (you can choose who) reacting to sweetheart wearing short-shorts around base?? Like some REAL coochie cutters . it’s like a hot day and everyone is sort of dressed down..

RAAAHHHH YES

(Coochie cutters is so funny to me omg)

This one's for them Krueger simps out there 💯 love yall fr fr 🫶🫶

(The TF141 imagine)

Krueger couldn't believe his eyes.

Was this just for him? Was she trying to tell him something without speaking? Because he's making a whole conversation in his mind. Seeing those spandex shorts hugging her lower area so tightly-- fuck, he'll surely combust just like his water bottle that he crushed in his hand. He knows that she can feel his eyes on her sauntering figure, preying on the fat of her ass poking through the fabric. Her head turns to his direction, but not fully to look at him. His eyes follow her manicured hand, feeling her own silhouette-- chest, waist, and hips. She pulls up the shorts, tugging the band to show more hidden skin and make her fat go up and down. Krueger inhales sharply with tense muscles, fingers itching and twitching to do something to her. His humanity broke when she pulled back the hem and let snap against her ass, making it jiggle. He got up abruptly, scooping a giggling Sweetheart up and putting her over his shoulder to his bedroom.

[vasyandii]

DIRTYWORK OPERATOR BUNDLE ART

I don't think you can see it that well but Krueger's scrim net is in a similar pattern to Nak's face paint

[blingblong55]

I love how at first grim was just the call sign for us as the reader

Then they were the type of person who eats fistula of cheese and had gremlin like tendencies

But now we've made grim such a menace and eldrich like deity that if a rookie in base sees them smiling

They fucking RUN

Seriously, grim has become a monster in the best way possible, and I'm very happy I contributed to that

Grim likes being held his some people hold their obese cats, they also like to be tickled or scratched on their belly and chin

And yes, they do purr

honestly I think at this point I will have to look for another call sign for reader lol

Grim has become such an icon, they cant be stopped anymore.

I think you and bubble anon are the ones who made this version of Grim be much more than a name

To be honest, grim has become like a cat for the men, they need to be held at least twice a day, cuddled and tickled by the men in their family. They need to be pet by soap and praised by Gaz and Price. Held like a cat mainly from the big men that make up Ghost and König, kisses on their forehead by Horangi, taught how to curse in many languages by them all.

[demonlattee]

Dad!Krueger and our tactical baby Emilie 💚💛