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grizzy-ly · 5 months

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Yandere!Krueger Alphabet N-Z

OK, the other half of the alphabet. First half here.

Alphabet taken from dear-yandere here.

CW: Yandere and yandere behaviors that go along with that, mentions of violence, reader is trapped in their own home

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

No punishments from him unless you count having to listen to the sound of his teeth grinding and his passive-aggressive bullshit and endless snark if he’s annoyed at something you did. He would never lay a hand against you, and his lack of letting you outside or talk to others without him isn’t a punishment since it's literally just his modus operandi.

He may cut back on outside trips though, keep you closer.

“Ach, what is the matter, Schatzi? It seems like I was not giving you enough attention, don’t worry. You have my attention now.”

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Anything to do with being around other people.

He covers his ass to make sure he won’t end up with you rattling off about him to the police. Takes away any means of contacting the outside world and pretends to be you when texting your family and friends (may call them if you're the sort where it would be suspicious for them to not see you). Inserts himself as your boyfriend to anyone in your life who gets nosey. Doesn’t like you to talk to other people, he wants you to be dependent on him for social interaction in the hopes you’ll grow closer to him and eventually grow to like him since you’ll have no other choice.

Keeps you inside all the time and watches you closely. Besides that he’ll let you do what you want. Assuming you eventually gain his trust enough for him to let you out and about he’d be fine with anything.

“I want a piercing...”

“Mhm.”

“-- and a tattoo.”

“Oh, what of Schatzi?”

Not a control freak about your own choices. Besides you being around him.

He’ll break out his card for anything you want even if he finds it stupid or to be a bad choice. He knows he kind of… made you quit your job and snuffed out any chance for you to make an income so he is at least “reasonable” enough to pay for you assuming he has the money.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He is patient in an impatient way. He’ll wait but he does so begrudgingly. He’s the sort of guy to go, “Oh no, take your time,” then stare at his watch with a pissed off expression.

He’ll wait as long as you need for you to come around though, he will try to pressure you, just nothing overt and no forcing of affection or feelings– he does want something real.

Would get incredibly annoyed if you didn’t come around though because he does not want to babysit you forever. He may get more forceful if you refused to come around, may eventually reach a breaking point because he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him and make it so fucking difficult for him. He knows he fucked up but goddamnit, get over it!

He’d be patient but everyone has a limit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He’d be more hurt than he’d like to admit.

If you escape you better bet he is hunting you down, he is not going to have you snitch on him and he is not going back now that he’s done so much and gotten himself in way too deep.

If you really, truly got away and all of his effort to find you went to naught he’d pray that you never went to the police. He’s no stranger to being on the run, but God it’s a pain to lay low.

If you died it would crush him. He’d retract a bit more from the world and grow jaded, but he would eventually get over it, though it would leave a scar on him. I think he could eventually find someone else though, he may take things a bit slower too and not just break into their home and decide to live there and force them to be around him, he wouldn’t be completely normal of course, but he would try to be smarter about it, more subtle.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn’t regret forcing himself into your life but he does feel frustration towards himself for going to such extremes so quickly. He’s always been a bit impulsive and he quickly realized he made a mistake and made it so you and him could never have a completely normal relationship in which he could let down all his guards and trust you completely or else you may run. If he was honest with himself and sat and thought on it long enough he’d realize he does feel guilty, but he doesn’t want to confront those feelings.

Wouldn’t let you go but he’d probably grow slowly more comfortable with you and let you go out. Never on your own though, he’d be pissed if you left the house without him and would shorten your leash, he expects you to stay home unless it's a legitimate emergency or at least inform him of where you're going.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He’s never loved someone before or experienced true and good love. He doesn’t know how to go about relationships and courting and he doesn’t want to wait either. He just committed to a shitty idea he has and can’t go back anymore. Honestly, if he was a touch less impulsive and you didn’t reject him, he would be less of a yandere and more just overly possessive. He has troubles truly letting himself love and emotional intelligence is not his strong suit, he doesn’t even fully understand his own actions he just does what he feels like and pays for it later as he tries to make it work. He can’t say why he always wants to be around you or why he thought forcing himself to be your surprise roommate is a good idea, but it’s what he did.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Just like in fighting, he is annoyed, would likely say something like, “Just stop, ja? There’s no need. This isn’t doing anything for you. You’re not going to get your way just because you give me your… Krokodilstränen, and stomp on the floor…”

Isolating themselves is a different story. He knows and sympathizes with you isolating yourself and would give you some space but likely not enough. He wouldn’t push it though and would shut up if his mocking or snarking actually got to you and just made you do notably worse. He’s a dick but he doesn’t want you to hate him any more than you do.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He is remarkably casual. Not calm necessarily, just casual. Not as forceful about affection or you returning his feelings. Honestly if you never did he may just eventually peter out a bit and become willing to only love you platonically or even just grow to stop being possessive over you– though that opens a different can of worms since he does NOT want to go to prison. He’s smart enough to not kill you but he would definitely consider it in the situation he just gets tired of trying to make it work. Would threaten into silence and keep tabs on you from a distance forever.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You can’t. His own complacency but he keeps tabs on you even when you feel comfortable. Honestly if you thought you could actually get away that's more you being complacent.

If you truly won his trust and he thought you loved him, then you ran, you’d find him seething outside of your motel room absolutely boiling over. If you broke his trust you won’t get it back, ever. You don’t even have a leash now, you're just welded to the radiator forever. Congrats.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I mean– forcing your way into someone's home, being willing to restrain them if need be, and being willing to drag them back, is inherently violent or at least aggressive– yes. However, he would never hit you, hell, he’d never yell at you. He’s the type to go, “I’m not mad I’m disappointed,” while looking like he may actually explode from anger. He wouldn’t hurt you like that, he considers himself above it, but he would do things that are inherently wrong and just tell himself it’s alright because it’s not him trying to cause lasting physical harm.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

No. He would never worship you, or anyone else for that matter. He again considers himself above it and doesn’t like the idea of worshiping things anyways.

He wouldn’t go to many lengths, though he would grow desperate with time and may do what you ask to “prove” himself if he felt it would genuinely win you over. He’d grumble and get on his knees and awkwardly beg if you really, really wanted him to prove himself. He’d be pissed and embarrassed though and would hold it against you even if he doesn’t say it.

He doesn't want to "win you over" he wants you to give yourswlf to him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long at all. He's a straight-forward guy. He feels genuine, non-lust attraction to someone for the first time and he shoots his shot. If his shot gets denied he decides to go to more extreme measures.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, and he wouldn’t want to. That’d destroy him actually and would actively make him feel terrible. He’d have a hard time getting over it, that would hurt him more than anything else that could happen between you two– he could not delude himself into thinking it was alright, but technically he got what he wanted and that’s what he wanted right? No. No, it’d eat away at him, it would hurt him to see you lose your fight, he was always so annoyed but he never realized how much worse your numb submission would be. He would grow disgusted with himself and by extension you. He’d probably leave too disgusted by your touch and loving words with nothing behind them, and leave you destroyed.

#yandere!krueger #yandere!sebastian krueger #yandere!krueger x reader #yandere alphabet

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 month

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omggg please more mafia!Konig sharing his wife with his men!! Im obssesed

It's not always bad. When Horangi is drunk, he almost turns into a kitten with a very severe case of puppy love. When he is drunk and just recently won in cards, he cherishes your body like you're the prettiest woman in the world. Konig appreciated you, of course, but his obsession is often blind - and it leaves you feeling like he doesn't really like you. More like the idea of having you...and as adorable as it might be, it's not quite enough. Sometimes his men worship you - and it's always weird, unsettling even. You never quite know the reason for this, and it's almost always for some strange and particular reason, but you're trying your best to stay calm as Krueger hugs you with the passion of a toddler squeezing a toy in his hands and screaming. They are a bit like children and their toys if you think about it closely - they are screaming, whining, especially while drunk, cling to you like you're the last girl on earth. You never thought they'd be so damn clingy, but here you are, forcing yourself to shut up as Konig jokingly asks them if they are in love with his precious, kidnapped wife. The problem is...they kinda are. It's nice sometimes. When Konig doesn't want to punish you and he is fresh out of a very successful gun trafficking mission, he allows his men to be a bit more sappy with you. Hug you, kiss you, maybe even go out with all three of them at your side like you're their little shared girlfriend. It's fun, really, just how much they adore you - and you feel a bit scared at first, but you ultimately see that they are, in fact, being soft with you. It's like having three overprotective boyfriends who make you light their cigarettes and who will hold your drink as Krueger beats the shit out of the poor guy who didn't know who you belong to. Horangi will win you something pretty in a game of poker and then allow you to drink from his glass when Konig is way too overbearing. Krueger is going to protect you from any creep, and the sex is... With all three of them not trying to hurt you as much as possible in the little time they are given with you by Konig, they can actually be quite nice. At least, as nice as someone like them even can be, at least...

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #mafia!konig #horangi x reader #krueger x reader

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konigsblog · 3 months

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Kruger and König who threaten to k!ll you during rlly rlly hard nd rough sex ;((

cw: dub-con/non-con, rough & degrading sex, kidnapping, intoxication & alcohol consumption / DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT – MDNI.

kidnappers krueger and könig, my favourite pairing. ;(

usually, i'd believe that könig would be tender with you in the presence of krueger, knowing how hard and aggressive krueger can get during sex, especially when he's nearing his release. könig likes to roughen you up on his own; having full control and independence over you, owning you as if you're his mutt.

although, it doesn't take a lot for krueger to convince könig, especially having known each other for decades. getting drunk together, watching things escalate quickly as könig begins to get touchy, demanding you sit on his lap and palm his meaty cock through his boxers. he'll grin up at you, an eerily smile that forces you to be obedient our of pure fear for the two.

krueger will use your throat, while you bounce on könig's hard dick. riding his large, lengthy size and crying pathetically as his thick tip nuzzles against your cervix – sore and bruised, your lips forced open and wrapped around krueger's dick, guiding your head to his musky base. you're crying, mascara and drool all over your cheeks, slobbering like a messy slut. :(

könig finds himself feeling guilty at the sounds of your crying, gurgling and gagging; but, how can he focus on anything other than the tightness of your slick pussy around his stiffened dick? he'll hold you by your waist, fingers leaving indents as he holds you firmly, bouncing you up and down while slapping your tits ‘til they're sore, your nipples stinging and aching. könig will latch his teeth onto your nipples, pulling at them while you're forced to deep throat krueger, wet balls pressed against your chin, making you weep out and look up into krueger's eyes.

fuck, the sound of your crying is too much for könig to bear – be quiet, fucking shut up!! ...why are you so surprised, little lamb? you didn't think könig would yell at you like this in his drunken state? after krueger finally released his hot load onto your tongue, he felt more controlling, now being able to use you on his own, just like he enjoys.

slapping your face while you plead for him to stop, to be gentle. your eyes are wet, glistening as he pushes your back down against the leather couch, your sweaty skin sticking to the leather as he spreads your legs, spitting onto your wet pussy and sinking his large, hung cock back inside.

his thrusts are painful, and the firm grip on your jaw doesn't make you feel any better.

“quiet, or i’ll fuckin’ kill you...” he huffs out through strained and guttural growls, eyes wide with shock at his words, feeling as he hits even deeper, his large and scarred hand covering your mouth to reduce your screams, to muffle your pained cries for sympathy. you're such an attention seeking whore, mouse... has anyone ever told you how pathetic you look with tears rolling down your raw cheeks? babbling and sputtering nonsense as you begin to feel yourself tighten and throb, your orgasm washing over you, causing your back to arch and for könig to push deep into you, spitting in your face for being so naughty.

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diejager · 1 month

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Please, I need a continuation of the story of !kidnapper Krueger and Nikto! Please!!

New Neighbours Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, obsession, non-con touching, condescension, manhandling, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k Boy, it been a fat minute since I wrote that small Drabble.

There was a knock at the door, three blunt and powerful hits of sturdy knuckles shaking your door with how strong - you presumed - the person was. Dropping whatever you were working on, you walked to the door and peering through the peep hole, shocked to see the familiar black and khaki fabrics of your new neighbour. You’ve seen them once or twice in the month between their first move and today, the grizzly look and scarred skin of a brash-toned and brutish man you came to know him as from the few times you met him. He would stare at you, wide, owlish gazes that left you shuddering from the gleam in his brown eyes, a deep-seated darkness as he… appraised you.

He called himself Sebastian, presenting himself one night when you were stumbling home from a tiring day at work, stopping to help you up the stairs since his door was right across from you. You thought he lived alone, but was surprised to see another man, covered from head to toe in black and army green, hiding any identifiable feather apart from his pale, blue eyes and his broad shoulders, big and bulky even in his skin tight clothes. Sebastian’s roommate had only stared at you, unblinking and unmoving, seconds spent gazing at your anxious and uncomfortable form, messing with your sleeve while Sebastian helped you moved the bags to your kitchen table.

If you thought Sebastian the weird one, then Nikto - he was spoken for - was the odd one, a fierce man that only knew how to stare silently to upset whatever and whoever he was glaring at. You only saw him once, and that was a blurry and tired view of him from the open doorway across yours when Sebastian was helping you. You had little to go on for him, being more familiar to his roommate and occasionally exchanging a few words when you crossed path —though rarely, the seemingly never left their home.

“Hey, Sebastian,” you tilted your head in greeting, opening your door only wide enough to pop your head out and kept a hand firmly wrapped around the knob in case he did something. You’d always been cautious, and Sebastian and Niktowere suspicious men, “How can I help you?”

“Ja, I need help with something,” his soft, yet brash tone made his accent more apparent, something small but attractive despite your apprehension towards him, “A woman’s touch.”

A woman’s touch? You didn’t know what he meant exactly, but when you looked down to his thick and crooked fingers - perhaps from his work, broken and reset too many times that it started to heal crooked - you could guess what he implied. Your fingers were smaller, lither than his with fat on your knuckles and smaller palms, it made working through small and complex affairs easier. Despite your understanding, you grew uneasy, squinting at him from the safety of your door, but Sebastian was nothing if not determined. So you nodded, excusing yourself to change your clothes from a small top and shorts for a t-shirt and sweatpants before you met him at his entrance, locking your door behind you.

This was your first look into the world they lived in, a bare and minimalist home, scantly decorated apart from the few vests and- was that a gun? And knives littering the kitchen counter with other dangerous items… Seemingly aware of your fright, Sebastian explained how he and Nikto were private contractors, working for a PMC, a private military company, and that they were just on leave, but would always be ready for a call back. Shaking off your paranoia, you followed him deeper into the kitchen, seeing the machinery littered on the table and beside it sat Nikto, ramrod and tense in his seat.

“женщина,” he growled out, his voice so raspy and low that you wondered if it hurt to speak a single word. [Woman]

“Nikto,” you returned, following Sebastian to the table and ignoring Nikto’s wide stare, his vacant eyes and lingering gaze, roving over your body and obsessively admiring you like a hunter would, “Is this what you needed help with?”

Sebastian showed you what he needed, explaining where each small piece went into the box, guiding you around the confusion machinery while Nikto watched, a sentinel in his own flat. You were so engrossed into fixing this small box, brows pinched with concentration get this thing fixed as quick as possible to return to the safety of your apartment, that you missed Nikto’s silent stalk towards you, his broad and silent figure looming over your unsuspecting form until a rough hand gripped your hip.

You jumped, dropping the box and turned your head to gawk at Nikto, looking back at his - still - vacant eyes and wide and hungry glint. Frowning at him, you sunk your fingers into his hand, trying to move an unmovable wall that pushed himself against you, backing you into the table until he bent you over the now broken box you were first invited to fix. You struggled against Nikto, growling out a warning and clawed at his covered forearms, but it only riled him up. Sebastian stood and watched with a perverted eagerness as Nikto rutted against you, holding you down by the nape, scruffing you like you would a misbehaving dog.

“Get off me!” You yowled, reaching back with your arms, trying to elbow a man you knew you wouldn’t be able to forcefully remove with how built and big he was, “Get off me, Nikto!”

“Shut up,” you could hear his bared teeth, the cold and condescending tone of his rasp, sliding his knee between your kicking legs, your feet arbitrarily hitting the air, “Stop struggling and listen.”

A low rumble left the man before you, your glare meeting the Austrian who found this situation funny, his chuckle slow and mirthful, finding enjoyment in your useless struggle and hissing.

“I would listen to him, Schnuckel, ” he lowered himself to show the eagerness in his dark eyes, a cruel smirk curling the corners of his lips and a teasing tilt of his head, “Be good for us, nicht?”

You shouldn’t have accepted to help him, you should have listened to your gut feeling, but you have no one else to blame expect yourself.

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Okay so, since Krueger is obsessed with Sweetheart. Does that make him a Yandere? I mean like after he first met her and is with her like lost puppy. Does one of the men’s notice his behavior?

Oh damn... I guess so? 🫢🫢🤔🤔🤔🤔 he does have yandere tendencies. Wow I guess I made him a Yandere 😭😭 BUT LIKE-- HE WOULDNT KILL JUST BECAUSE?? like "just because you talked to Sweetheart I wouldn't kill you immediately, I would just threaten you and be intimidating so you can back off and not make a move on my future wife." But if you hurt Sweetheart then yeah you're done. DONE.

And he isn’t the type to be “if I can’t have you, no one can” and kill off Sweetheart, or be the type to lock her in the basement or have sadistic punishments. GOD NO

He would throw up if he ever tHOUGHT of hurting Sweetheart like that. (He has gotten on his knees, legit sobbing like he lost a family member, and apologizing to her because he slapped her when she accidentally startled him— it was a reflex and Sweets understood but Kruger did not stop crying. And then he bought her a designer purse 💀) he’s just a really big love drunk guy that treats his future love like a fucking goddess.

He listens to Sweetheart only, (and Graves I guess because thats his boss) so whatever she says goes. She says to leave her alone? Alright I'll give you some space. (Even tho he would be crying) she says to beat up that guy cause he disrespected her capitan? Done and done. She says to stop threatening strangers that come up to her? ...eehhhh that's gonna be hard, but I'll do it.

He does it because he wants to please her. Like a lot.

It’s unhealthy how attached he is to her, but he’s still respectful. He doesn’t want to lose her, but he also doesn’t want to be alone anymore. Does that even make sense lol

But yeah, I guess he is a yandere. BUT LIKE A SOFT YANDERE WHO UNDERSTANDS SOME BOUNDARIES

And good lord, everyone notices every time Krueger is around. Especially König (since they're step-brothers in this) König has always seen Krueger act like this, but not to a person, so it was shocking to see that happen.

He's so restless and snappy when Sweetheart isn't around and always asks where she is and why she isn't here yet. And one time, Ghost is like "Calm down mate. She's just running some errands." And Krueger just tenses, and you can see in his body language that he's getting angry. "By herself? You let her go by herself!? Where? Which store!? Fuck!" And he storms out of the lounging area. That was when they all knew that Krueger had a different kind of love for Sweetheart. And was waaayyyyy different than them. They feel a bit awkward with him because they know he's unhinged and a bit psycho, especially when it comes to Sweetheart. He's a very skilled soldier and will not hesitate to rip and tear everyone that is around her in a heartbeat. And they know Krueger's distain towards them, except with Ghost, Roach and König, Krueger just toys around with him like the annoying big brother he is. With Ghost, he's kind of friends with because he knows that Ghost will sacrifice everything for Sweetheart just like him. And they also have somethings in common- like torturing people and watching football. (soccer) With Roach, Krueger likes him because he's quiet and has sadistic tendencies when it comes to fighting enemies.

(He doesn't like when Roach hangs off of Sweetheart tho)

He gets jealous and irritated easily when he doesn't get his way when Sweetheart is around them. Like with Soap, he HATES Soap so much omfg- that is his enemy. He sees how close they are to each other and sees how Soap touches her and vice versa (he has many violent fantasies when it comes to Soap. König knows about this and purposely makes him avoid the two when they are together) those two butt heads CONSTANTLY

Like one more word from that Scottish dumbass and he will put him under bro 💀

They see how clingy Krueger is when she gets back from a mission, especially a solo mission omg

He would just hug her from behind and sway back and forth, his hood draping over her head as well as his (the hood that she made him is huge) and Soap can hear him whisper praises to her and her giggles. He can also hear Krueger kissing Sweetheart. Where? He doesn't know. Hopefully, not on the lips. WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE TO ME WTFF

And Krueger will not. Let. Her go. AT ALL. Like if he comes over to their side of the base, Krueger takes allllll of the attention from her (I talked about this before) especially if they're taking a nap together, like he's sitting on the couch with Sweetheart cradled in his lap, asleep on his broad shoulder as his arms hold her. Gaz fucking hates when they take naps together, especially when he sees their breathing in sync (Like FUCK OFF) So one time, Gaz was sick of it. He reaches for Sweetheart but Krueger tightens his hold on her, and he growls so fucking low and animalistic like a damn rabid dog protecting its owner-- it legit scared him. (Especially when you can't see his face 💀) And Krueger just says, "mine." In the lowest voice Gaz has ever heard-- he just backs up and leaves (AND WASN'T HE SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP??? LIKE IS HE MAGICAL-)

Krueger is something else yall 💀 can't wait to write more of him with Sweetheart 🤭🤭

#hes delulu yall #and a soft yandere too i guess LOL #DIDNT EVEN NOTICE IT AT FIRST TBH #sebastian krueger x reader #krueger x reader #call of duty #sebastian krueger #black fem reader #cod x y/n #141 sweetheart #141 sweetheart x krueger #hunter's ask lounge ☕️

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circusmania · 5 months

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Hello! Can I request Yandere romantic michael myers that know detective reader is secretly a Eldritch Abomination that showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern?

Btw i love your writing😊

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Notes: Aww! I'm so grateful that you enjoy my writing! Hopefully, you enjoy this one, too. ♡ Also, I hope that it matches what you requested. :')

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WARNINGS: Gore, stalking, mentions of body mutilations (reader + corpses)

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Amidst the rain, flashing red and blue lights could be seen. Haddonfield is quiet on this Halloween night, which is no surprise to the people who live there. No trick-or-treaters are seen on the streets, just police and their cars.

A car pulls up, catching the attention of the officers. Out steps the famous detective, You. You've impressed many with your skills and clue findings, no killer has ever been able to slip past you. Except for a particular man. The Boogeyman. You've been on his trail for years now, and you can't say that you haven't enjoyed the chase.

You step in a puddle, paying no mind to your wet shoes as your assistant scurries over with an umbrella.

“Detective!” He frantically fixes himself as he struggles to hold the umbrella over your head. “It's an 18-year-old girl. She was babysitting a young boy (who thankfully survived) when the killer forced himself into the house and stabbed her many times.”

You two approached the body of the girl. Your assistant turned his head, not wanting to see the gruesome sight. There's blood dripping from every open wound. Her face is twisted in agony and there's no light in her eyes.

“Do you think…. He did it? You know… the Boogeyman.” He whispered as if he was afraid of anyone hearing.

You didn't say anything. Obviously, it was, who else could it have been? You crouched down next to her, no emotion displayed on your face as you put on your gloves.

“Her parents are here…” Your assistant spared you a glance as a car pulled up not far from the crime scene.

“Don't let them come near.” You said, getting up after finishing examining her.

“Shouldn't we let her parents see her…?”

The screams and weeping of the parents could be heard from behind the police tape.

You sigh. “This is no place for a funeral. I don't want them touching the crime scene or moving anything.” You replied sharply.

Your assistant shivers at your coldness. He nods and moves to tell the officers. Suddenly, you notice something on one of the trees next to the body.

A heart had been carved into the trunk of the tree. You moved closer, straying away from the umbrella your assistant was holding. Now drenched in rain, you traced the carving with your finger. Whoever had done this knew how to handle a knife… The carvings were deep and done with passion.

Michael Myers was watching from afar, heavy breathing could be heard from under his mask. His grip tightened on his bloody knife as he saw your assistant yell after you for getting soaked.

Back home, your sanctuary, you finally felt relief. Your house was located deep in the woods to avoid any human interactions. The naked eye couldn't process your naked form.

The human skin stuck to yours. You peeled it off, layer after layer. You're careful not to rip it, as human skin tends to be too fragile for your claws. You laid your drenched skin suit on your chair.

You strolled over to your fridge and opened it. Your amalgamation of a hand reached in and pulled out some sort of meat. You engulfed it, not letting any of your teeth have a chance to penetrate it. You scarfed down any remaining bones on the plate.

All of a sudden, one of your many eyes picked up on a movement outside your window. Your eyes narrowed as you closed your fridge. You don't care if a human ever catches your form. Your bare body would make any sane man explode (literally). So you didn't worry about your secret getting out. However, this was different.

Your acute ears focused on any sounds that would indicate the presence of another being. Abruptly, you heard a twig snap.

You rushed out of your house at an abnormally fast rate. You were ready to confront your stalker, however, once outside, you were greeted with the dark, lonely forest and the song of the crickets you were accustomed to.

Whoever you were dealing with couldn't be human. You scoffed and went back inside, failing to notice the pale mask of the Boogeyman amidst the trees.

You were planning on relaxing the rest of your afternoon, but Michael had other plans. You were called in again when another body had been found dumped in a ravine close to your house. You put back on your skin suit, it was extra tight on you since it hadn't dried off yet.

Once again, you did your usual routine. Examine the body, look for clues and ask questions. Whoever this mysterious Michael Myers was, he sure knew how to put up a game of cat and mouse… And romance you in his own way.

The stab wounds on his victim were in a heart-shaped pattern.

“Ain't it too early for Valentine?” Your assistant attempted to (nervously) crack a joke, which fell on deaf ears.

You remained with a stoic face as you watched them place the body in a body bag.

Each year, the Boogeyman gets bolder and bolder. Yet, never had the guts to face you. Unbeknownst to you, tonight would be different.

Your assistant coughed to get your attention. “I've… got to go… family emergency.”

“Mm, okay.” You turned back to the crime scene.

Your assistant lingered for a while, expecting any worried expression or encouraging words. But was ultimately met with your usual uncaring tone.

Another hour had passed, and you were finally granted permission to go home. Home.

As you arrived home, you parked your car and got out. A beautiful stench filled your nostrils. Laying on your welcome mat was a human heart surrounded by a heart formed of drops of blood.

Your door was ajar.

A twinge of hope that today could be the day you meet him arose. But, it quickly died down as you entered your home.

The smell flooded your house as each step made it stronger and stronger. Like a game of hot and cold, each step you took was warmer and warmer.

Laying on your kitchen table on a fancy dish was the head of your assistant. His tongue was pulled out all the way through his mouth and his teeth were knocked out and laid next to his head.

You ignored him though, because your attention was focused on the giant man standing in the dark hallway. He was bloody, and heavily breathing, but somehow quiet…. He was awaiting your next move.

Perhaps the thing that sparked Michael's obsession with you wasn’t that you weren’t human, but the fact that you never showed any ounce of fear towards him. Or maybe because you both shared a taste for carnage.

Your human skin faltered as your smile stretched beyond human capabilities. Your eyes were gouging out of your sockets as your appearance looked less and less human.

In all of your and Michael's years, this may be the first time a spark of emotions illuminated in both of your empty bodies.

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yandere-kokeshi · 18 days

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— Yandere Masterlist of Krueger

Platonic is stated first, then romantic.

🔞 = NSFW

PLATONIC:

Nothing yet!

ROMANTIC:

Sfw headcanons (not done yet)

#yandere krueger #yandere masterlist #masterlist #sebastian krueger #cod krueger #kokeshi!!#yandere blog #kokeshi rambles!#yandere x reader #a fine man

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creepyyanderegirl · 6 days

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Yandere Freddy Krueger

Morning and Night Routine

Morning Routine:

I wake up from another Freddy Krueger dream.

To him sitting next to me stroking my hair.

"Good morning angel." Freddy said. "Good morning." I said.

We got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

I made myself some breakfast.

I ate my breakfast while Freddy sat next to me and stared at me.

Then I took a shower while Freddy stood behind me.

Night Routine:

We had an eventful day.

Freddy was basically just around me while I did my stuff.

I made myself some dinner. I made myself a salad tonight.

Then Freddy brought me to bed. Eager for me to sleep.

I fell asleep.

To dreams of Freddy Krueger.

#yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere #nightmare on elm street #yanderefreddykruger #freddy krueger #freddy kruger x reader #yandere boy

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night1031 · 1 year

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whsujdi i’m sorry! yandere dbd if you can please? uhh male please?

my hobbies: writing poetry, singing, drawing, reading, daydreaming, listening to music

gender identity: female

personality traits: kind, selfless, funny, motherly towards loved ones, self conscious, loving- honestly i’m just nice and i have low self esteem 💀 i’m really socially anxious and just anxious in general.

ideal partner: honestly someone more dominant, intelligent, funny, maybe someone who would take care of me during my lows- i don’t really care outside of that.

other than those, i dress more comfy gothic. i want to try warcore, streetwear, and techwear though. i listen to 90s alternative and a variety of rock. umm, i love horror movies and games. im curvy and have blue eyes and black hair too! uhhh i’m 5’5

again im really sorry!!

So based on what you've said, there is only one person to match you with.

Freddy Krueger, The Springwood Spasher

I don't need to say anything here.

NONCON: 96.8%

Kidnapping: 99%

Murder: I don't even need to say it.

Congrats. You got screwed over.

#yandere dbd #dbd #yandere dbd x reader #dbd x reader #yandere dead by daylight #dead by daylight #yandere dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x reader #yandere freddy krueger #freddy krueger #yandere freddy krueger x reader #freddy kruger x reader #yandere slashers #slashers #yandere slasher x reader #slasher x reader

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grizzy-ly · 5 months

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Yandere!Krueger Alphabet, A-M

Still trying to fully characterize this dude T-T I am trying my best to do it while still keeping it interesting and consistent. I'll probably finish the rest of this tomorrow. Currently working on a longer fanfic about König, but I gotta keep representing my other favorite Austrian.

Alphabet taken from dear-yandere here.

CW: Yandere and yandere behaviors that go along with that, mentions of violence, reader is trapped in their own home

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Krueger has a hard time showing love and affection, preferring to simply hover around instead of actively touching and holding. You won’t often catch him intertwining his fingers with yours or kissing you softly as he wraps his arms arounds you, but you will catch him simply lurking nearby.

You’ll often turn and find yourself smacking into Krueger as he chuckles about how you should watch where you’re going. He always is so tantalizingly close and is content with just being in your presence.

Some nights though, when he first decided to move himself in he would come into your bedroom and simply lay next to you for many long moments just taking in the atmosphere and listening to you breathe.

He never forces affection onto you, admittedly you’d have to be the first to be affectionate even if he offers you’d have to go to him instead of him forcing you to participate.

He would never grow to be suffocatingly affectionate like someone like König (or just be suffocating from the get go like Soap) but he will eventually casually throw an arm around you or gently touch your arm as you sit together. He always likes to have a way out or to play it– he’s just bad at expressing himself and the love he feels for you as he wants to convince himself he’d be fine without you or your affection, caring too much doesn’t fit the idea he has of himself of being unaffected by the world and the opinions of others.

The closest you’ll get to spooning is falling asleep on his shoulder or having both of you fall asleep on the couch: you slumped against the arm rest and Krueger slumped onto you. In bed (once you're worn down enough to let him sleep in your bed instead of on the couch) you’ll go to bed in separate areas but wake up to find him laid on top of you more often than not.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

I honestly don’t see any of the cast I have ideas of in my head as willing to actually brutalize a person. They’re trained soldiers, yes, but they aren’t mindless killers. Now who would get mad or disappointed at you and who would get angry at the other person is a seperate story, but I see most of them as methodical.

Krueger may fantasize about hurting someone for trying to get with you or flirt with you, but he’d probably just grind his teeth to the bone knowing his shakey history with the law makes him not want to deal with a possible assault charge. He’d probably be snarky towards the other person and remove you from the situation.

Now if someone actually hurt you in some way, Krueger would be willing to get his hands dirty as long as he thought there wouldn’t be any retribution against him for his actions.

You may be worth having to flee from murder charges a third time.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He’s exceedingly casual and acts like it’s no big deal. He treats you like a roommate. It’s a bit strange since he never truly abducted you, you’re just a prisoner in your own house which… isn’t much better. He does definitely mock a fair bit making dry comments when you act out or try to escape from your own house but that's just his frustration bleeding through.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Besides keeping you tied to him and not letting you go, no, not really. He thinks that now you’re stuck with him, you’ll come around to him eventually he just has to wait. Krueger is impatiently patient and will grow more snarky as you refuse to love him– honestly the man is just a walking contradiction. He wants to seem calm, cool, and collected, but he really isn’t.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

There will always be a degree of separation between you and Krueger, even when you think you get to his center (which would take years upon years of building trust) he just cannot be completely vulnerable. He is simply incapable of it. He is always on some level of detachment.

Now you are an incredible soft spot for him, and while he cares deeply for you he has a hard time being unabashedly in love with you and sharing care towards you. He tries his best but he’s not used to it. He tries to show he cares through quality times and complimenting your achievements rather than your appearance or anything else that is superficial.

“Ach, why would I call you beautiful. Yes, you are, but that does not matter and I don’t need to constantly bring it up.”

He is agonizingly pragmatic and sees no reason to keep bringing something up over and over again to you, so “I love you”s are few, far, and in between.

Sometimes though when thinks you're sleeping he opens a bit more and becomes vulnerable. Apologizing for what he’s done and who he is and wishing that you would love him that you could love him– he isn’t sure you can after what he’s done, but it's like a prayer to you almost, just him wishing and talking and taking a moment to let out what he bottles up to an audience he thinks isn’t listening.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He’d be annoyed but he understands. Would just seperate himself from them and if need be– restrain them so they could hurt him or themselves. He would be snarky:

“Beruhige dich… throwing a tantrum will get you nowhere.” (Beruhige dich = Calm down)

Would wait for you to tire yourself out before approaching you again. If he had to restrain you he’d be apologetic, but blaming you for, “– what you made [him] do.”

Definitely belittles you a bit for not being willing to be more “mature.” He is definitely projecting though and is trying to, in a way, blame you for this to ignore his own negative feelings towards himself for his lack of self-control and foresight leading him into a situation where he is once again on the wrong side of the law– this time hurting someone he loves too, as much as he can lie to himself, it’s harder to do when the person he hurt can look him in the face and call him anything under the sun.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not a game. He tries to pretend he doesn’t care but it is not a game. He’s smug when you try and end up not even being able to get a door open but if you actually succeeded he’d be terrified and would have a hard time hiding it.

He is terrified you will go to the police and even when he’s smug there's a slight edge of fear to his voice.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst experience you could have would just be his general bad attitude he can often fall into, he can definitely be a dickhead who has a short fuse.

He also may lose it at you if you push his buttons or intentionally make him upset, especially if he was getting more vulnerable. Prepare to get harangued for a few hours about what a terrible person you are.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He isn’t sure. Krueger has never planned far for the future, he takes things as they come which is how he’s gotten into every mess he’s ever been in.

He’s content to feel things out, he doesn’t need grand plans, he just needs you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes. Krueger gets jealous. Very jealous. His smile won’t reach his eyes and his lips will try to continuously quirk down into a frown.

He will just go catatonic for a while after he’s removed himself and/or you from the situation and he will just steep in his rage. Don’t bother him, he’s a dickhead and can say incredibly hurtful things when he wants to. Just let him stew– he’ll get over it… eventually.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Casual. He is casual. Not much to say that hasn’t been said or won't be said.

He is a bit softer though.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He just asks the moment he decides he wants you to be his. Cocky bastard. Seems unaffected by approval and rejection… he is not unaffected though, trust me on that.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He is rather fake around people doesn’t know well, but deep inside he’s snarky and deeply reserved. Below that, he’s hurt and horrible at just being honest in earnest without snark or irony or going to extremes.

#yandere!krueger #yandere!sebastian krueger #yandere alphabet #yandere!krueger x reader

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gremlingottoosilly · 8 months

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A bomb threat (And how it got you a boyfriend) special forces!Konig x fem!college!Reader

Konig saves you from a bomb threat when you get stuck at your Uni. Based on his bio - presumably, Konig was a part of the Austrian Special Forces before joining KorTac. He is also a bit of a dork and we have a bit of an obsessive episode.

Tags: Fluff, Reader is a cringefailure, Konig is overstepping his authority, hurt(not really)/comfort Warnings: Bomb threats, mentions of terrorism Word count: 2450

Someone called a bomb threat in your college.

Well, at least, this is what the automatic email is telling you. The email that was sent to you, about especially avoiding the library on the second floor because the anonymous(not for long, since they have a knack for exposing who the hell is calling those threats each time) caller said that there is a huge chance of the bomb being placed here.

You know, the same library that you were sitting in, right now, reading this exact email on your laptop. You thought no one was around because it wasn’t a busy day, just after the major finals, with most people staying on campus only if they failed first tests or just wanted to get extra credits for some extra curriculum. Even if you were staying here just because you wanted to work on campus’s newspaper – the library is a good place to scoop for some rumors about the dean of the uni being three raccoons in a trench coat, or the lunch staff posing as Polish mafia.

The thing is – it seemed like you were the last fucking person to receive the email. The thing is, there are only a few weeks left before summer break, and the campus already started to turn off major announcement equipment since no sports or other events are planned. Are you going to die? Probably, there is a huge chance of you dying, as you can feel directly in your bones – god, there are probably some terrorists or uni shooters or that weird Christian suprematist who are going hysterical at the mere sight of religion other than theirs. You are going to die, you are going to die, you are going to…

— Scheisse! There is a civilian!

You were never particularly religious, maybe only at the time of finals and work submissions – and in situations like this, where you are already mentally preparing yourself to get blown up with unfinished articles and forgotten hopes and dreams and everything and…

You were never particularly religious – so you have no idea why your pre-death auditory hallucinations suddenly included an angel’s voice with devil's timbre and some huge, tree-trunk-like hands wrapping around your waist, checking you for possible injuries or explosive device.

These hands are really huge – and muscular, you can see how tense they are even through your black uniform, and they are roaming over your body in a way that would make you scream bloody murder and file sexual harassment if it didn’t belong to an obvious angel. Angelm in special forces uniform, an angel with a really nice boyish voice and warm hands that are sliding to your thighs, groping and checking for every possible outcome – for weapons, probably, because you are literally the only person in the room that was deemed as a bomb threat, and if you were this guy, you’d also think that you were the culprit.

His fingers linger on your hips perhaps a bit too long – you can him patting you down like you were heading to a club – and then he lets you go reluctantly, not finding anything except for your phone which he also checked for possible timers. The interaction lasted…a minute or so, but you are already hot and bothered, getting off the strong hands holding you, even though he already let you go.

— Are you alright?

He must have noticed your worried face and international student badge – his English is a bit accented but nonetheless confident. You never thought that small traces of German in a speech can sound so fucking hot but, perhaps, you are just traumatized and high on adrenaline and weren't getting laid for too fucking long.

He wears a badge – something something long German words, huge design construction that made you think he must be pretty high-rank – knowledge that you only had because of the movies and games you were playing, trying not to get off the military kink too much. Something in the situation told you that you’d spend the whole evening searching for porn with guys dressed in all black today. Maybe, a touch of cargo.

— Y…yeah. Fuck, sorry. I’m fine, fine. Yeah.

You are rambling and he tilts his head to the side. This large, looming hand goes to your face – you wait for either a harsh slap to return you back to reality, or a passionate and deep kiss from your fantasies and dirty novels. He slowly traces his fingers on your face, getting up, in the hairline, searching for something – perhaps, a nasty head parasite that got you acting so weird around this random guy. Random guy who is just doing his job, securing that you’re safe, sound, and not going to explode in the next few minutes.

— No head injuries. Gut.

You want him to touch your face some more. You want him to check for mouth injuries, to evaluate the status of your lips. Maybe do some chemical tests with that gloss you were using today. Check the reaction with his tongue.

He twirls you in place and you almost want him to press you against the wall. Search you some more, maybe get his hands a bit deeper, pass the oh-so-modest pants that made you look like a little bitch boy – his hand goes to cup your waist again, checking for anything that might catch his interest. Nothing – and you were never this sad about Hot wearing a concealed weapon that might force him to pin you down or get you into a chokehold with those massive biceps of his.

— What were you doing here, ma’am?

Studying in Vienna, you never found an Austrian accent this sexy. Never knew that you might like being handled like this before – it’s not romantic, not even in the slightest, but you smile a bit shyly, a bit awkwardly, and look at him from under your lashes, trying to look as innocent as possible. You are innocent – you weren’t doing anything, you were just trying to study and write in the last few weeks. Concentrated enough, so you never even noticed a fucking bomb threat. Didn’t hear soldiers running through the building, securing each room.

— I…study here?

You gulp loudly, taking a few steps away from the soldier. Allowing him to examine the room, deem it safe – the bomb threat called on your university was probably fake. Maybe a call from a paranoid individual, maybe someone with nothing better to do than pranking colleges. You seriously doubt anyone would try to blow up this place while almost none of the students are actually inside – especially the library during the low season. Even you almost decided to ditch the traditional writing atmosphere and just do something in the cafeteria.

— Oh.

His voice actually sounds…nice. Funny even, that small remark also makes him cough and look at you more seriously. He has a mask concealing his face, some weird hood or net on top of it – you try to see his eyes, but you can only occasionally catch glimpses of ice staring at you. Mysterious, you like it. Too mysterious, that little journalist club member inside of you is itching to get a look at his face better – you tilt your head to the side, contemplating just yanking it upwards and praying that he won’t kill you.

Although you wouldn’t mind being crushed in his hold.

— Let’s get you out of here, ja?

You don’t question him when he suddenly picks you up – when the world starts to spin and you are pressed against his chest, his hands are supporting you under your knees and back. Securing you in place, making sure you are nice and comfy in his hold. You don’t ask questions when he slightly adjusts your hold so he can touch more of your thighs – you think he is just getting you comfortable, and you appreciate just how thoughtful he is.

You don’t ask questions when he holds you almost like a bridal carry, even though you are certain you aren’t injured, and someone like him probably has more interesting things to do than saving poor college students who decided to ignore bomb threats.

His hands are warm, his chest is even warmer, and his muscles aren’t even slightly trembling. You don’t know what sort of training those guys are coming through, but it must work – his steps are light and decided even when he can’t press you firmly against him, vest standing in the way. You don’t know what to do with your hands and you don’t want to mess with the government property – you think there is a law against fidgeting with special forces soldiers on duty – so you just get them on your knees. Like a good girl. Polite girl. Girl who isn't drooling over the guy who is just doing his job.

— Thank you. For saving me.

You whisper it in his headset – you are worried about someone else also hearing you, but there is something intimate about tilting your head upwards and getting right into his face, your lips millimeters away from the edge of his mask. You don’t want to sound suggestive, so you sound weak instead. You don’t to sound ungrateful, so you sound pleading instead.

His hold on your thighs gets stronger. You lick your lips nervously, chuckling to ease the atmosphere a little bit.

Your leg brushes above his waist – and you swear that you can hear his breath hitching. It’s impossible, you think, he must be a tough and content little soldier, perfect to save damsels in distress just like you – but something in his posture, in the way his fingers twitch slightly at the edges of your body, makes you think otherwise. Maybe, you’re just dreaming. Maybe, you know nothing.

Someone slams into the room. Another man – shorter than the one who holds you, by a large margin, but none less intimidating. Burly, muscular, dressed up in full uniform which is expected – and with his face covered up by a similar veil or mask or whatever this is – which is unexpected. You thought that special forces would have something less eye-obscuring, but what do you know? You would be dead if the bomb threat was real.

— Other sectors secured. No bomb in sight. Commander.

He almost hisses, the similar accent in his voice makes your cheeks heat up even more. You feel weird, dirty even, thinking of those two large, intimidating men in such an intimate setting while they are just trying to save your life – but you try to silence that little annoying voice, to convince yourself that this is probably just adrenaline, ovulation and sudden urge to procreate before you would die.

You feel your entire body stir when the man takes a step closer, looking at you. You can’t see his face, not even the outline of it – but you feel the burning gaze on your scared expression and obediently folded hands.

— Gut. Other civillians? — 20 civilians in the building in total. University workers, some students. Already evacuated. — Any casualties? You hear a cruel chuckle from a shorter man. — If they were, you’d hear about it, sir. No, the sector is clear. — Gut. Dismissed – we’re finishing here. — What are you doing with the civi…

— Kruger, dismissed.

The man who holds you is surprisingly stern when he isn’t talking to you. He used a much softer, quieter tone when he was talking to you, observing if you were hurt or in danger – and he is much, much different now. A cold voice, serious tone, the image of the ruthless commander flying in your head – well, at least you were right about his patches meaning something important.

A shorter man leaves, and the door behind him swings open. To your surprise, the man who holds you – a mysterious stranger, you can’t even seem to find a name on his uniform – doesn’t let you go. His touches feel like you’re burning alive, he is igniting and brilliant and fucking perfect and…

He lets you down to the care of the local police department and some of the uni workers. His hand brushes over your face again – you think he was checking for the injuries but, then again, why would he touch your hair ever so gently only to move it out of your face to take a good look at your lips before letting you go? You’re imagining things, you probably must be – the man is just doing his job, he isn’t trying to fuck you in the nearest hallway even if you wanted him to.

— Sir. I…thank you, really. For the help.

— I didn’t do anything, Schatz. Someone must been playing a joke on everyone.

You are going to find the guy – or a girl, or someone else, you don’t discriminate, everyone is equally capable of calling on the false bomb threats – who informed the special forces about the bomb in the building, and then you are going to kiss them.

— What kind of joke is this?

— A dumb one.

He looks over to his unit – a group of tall, burly men, with weapons and uniforms and everything a girl could ask for – already packing in the vehicles to move out. You brace yourself to ask for his number – for his contact, anything, everything, maybe the favorite tree in the park under which you could meet again. You know that those guys aren’t supposed to reveal their identities, that he is probably out of town anyway, special forces aren’t usually called off to false threats, you know that your attempts are futile and yet, you lick your lips for added confidence and…

— Goodbye, Scahtzen. Stay safe, ja? Don’t want to save you from a real bomb one day.

— I…I…um, you mean you wouldn’t save me from a real bomb?

He was already halfway to the armored car before you could say anything. You aren’t nearly confident enough to yell across the whole fucking campus territory to get a number of this hot special forces guy, and something in his hunched shoulders, twitching fingers, and slightly less social and more abrasive manners tells you that he would hate the gesture as much as you would.

Just like this, your first even real-life military crush is driving away, leaving you bombless, hoeless, and, most certainly, more depressed than ever. Summer is going to be great, right?

*** — What do you mean calling a fucking bomb threat?!

Your friend wasn’t happy about the pick-up strategy you wanted to use.

*** — Of course, sir, let’s raid a fucking college dorm room.

Sergeant Sebastian Josed Krueger wasn’t happy about his commander’s newfound love for college girls.

Mostly because König refused to fucking share.

#cod #call of duty #cod x reader #konig x reader #cod x you #yandere konig #konig mw2 #reader insert #cod imagine #imagine #konig #sebastian krueger

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konigsblog · 3 months

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Stop your kidnapper König is making me emotional 😭 /pos

i have more angsty thots™️... :((

cw: kidnapping.

it's the way könig is so passionate about, he's so proud of his pretty engel and how far you've come since your first day after being kidnapped; how könig will wake up in the early hours of the morning with your head on his brute chest, drooling in your sleep because you're so comfortable and snug with him !!

meanwhile, krueger is out to get you, causing your pain and anger and outbursts, how you break down randomly from the stress and consistent tormenting. he enjoys your pitiful tears and misses the days where you were scrambling away from him with terror filling your eyes, pleading for mercy as he began punishing you for no apart reason. a sadistic asshole... :(

könig feels so horrible when he finds bruises along your pretty body whilst bathing you, asking you where you got them from nonchalantly, before his reaction started to change, seeing your eyes watering. he doesn't want to assume krueger is the one causing your pain – that you're just clumsy – but when you begin stuttering over your words, unable to explain the marks and indents along your body, he begins to get increasingly frustrated and stressed.

he just wants you safe, taube. :( go to sleep, take a nap in könig's warm bed, with his soft and warm blankets warming you. don't pay attention to the screaming match downstairs, the insults and yells about Krueger being too harsh on you, or the sound of glass breaking and the front door being slammed shut.

shhh, hase... don't pay attention, let yourself rest. he'll be back soon, he's just frustrated. könig will coddle you while you apologise for ‘causing an argument’. he'll ease your mind, prinzessin, just relax against him...

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diejager · 1 month

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New Beginings

Pairing: dark!Krueger & König x doll!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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aweirdfan101 · 1 year

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Hello, can I request a platonic yandere hcs RMU trio finding their Younger sister figure! Reader sleeping next to a random boy in her dorm bed because last night they were doing it on the night of party? Feel free to reject it!

Hello dearie! Sorry this took a little while! Family stuff. And this is really funny and I knew immediately how they would react. Hope you enjoy this dearie!

Warnings: mentions of sex but no description, mentions of non-con but no description, mentions of murder

Type of writing: Fanfiction, platonic headcanons, Yandere headcanons

About: Yan!Albert Krueger, Yan!Vincent Edgeworth, Yan!Victor Blake reacting to finding their younger sister figure reader sleeping next to a random boy in the dorm after doing it.

Characters: Albert Krueger, Vincent Edgeworth, Victor Blake, Fem!reader

Albert Krueger x Younger sister figure headcanons(platonic)

💜When I tell you he was absolutely livid.

💜Obviously don’t expect that guy to be alive for much longer.

💜He would immediately go over safe sex with you whether you wanted to hear it or not. (Use condoms guys)

💜He would lecture you especially if you or both of you were drunk.

💜He’s seething, but he isn’t mad at you. If you were drunk and the guy wasn’t he would torture the dude.

💜He feels hurt and he constantly worries over you and don’t expect to go to another party.

💜Albert is more of the laid back yanderes but this was the straw that broke the camels back.

💜If somehow you did end up going to another party, Albert would go with you whether you asked him to or not. He would supervise your drink, make sure you don’t drink to much alcohol, and make sure no guys go home with you.

💜If someone did flirt with you they would be found in a ditch.

💜Albert tries not to show he’s angry, but you can definitely tell he was seething.

Vincent Edgeworth x younger sister figure headcanons(platonic)

🖤When he first sees it. He freezes, but very quickly he’s filled with anger. He probably beats the hell out of the guy right in front of you. Only to later kill the guy when you aren’t around.

🖤Or he’ll ruin his life. He’ll go to the headmaster and either lie or dig up something from the guys past to get him expelled.

🖤He may even try to frame him for a murder.

🖤As for how he treats you, he is extremely pissed, he doesn’t yell but you can just tell he’s about to snap.

🖤Like Krueger he goes over safe sex, as well as how to keep yourself safe during a party.

🖤Vincent would more than likely try to get you moved into his dorm. Really so he can keep an eye on you, but in almost all colleges you have to be the same sex to stay in a dorm together.

🖤However he will still start stalking you much more.

🖤If he wasn’t worried about your dating life them, well he sure as hell is now.

🖤Vincent is a lot more vocal about his anger. He’ll also try to scare other guys from trying to get into your life. And really everyone.

Victor Blake x younger sister figure reader headcanons(platonic)

💕Victor is also angry, and sort of like Vincent he freezes at first. But very quickly he gets angry, and feels an intense mix of emotions.

💕On a whim he kills the guy, the murder was heavily driven by emotion and not as thought out as his usual murders.

💕He never lets you go out to parties very again. If somehow you sneak out and go to a party, he learns about it and follows you, he drags you back home instantly.

💕He would definitely think about kidnapping you so he didn’t have to worry about a lover taking you away.

💕He’d also mention safe sex and worry if you’d get pregnant.

💕Victor would definitely be more anxious with who you hang out with and try and isolate you even more.

💕He would try his best to scare you with how horrible people can be and really try and paint him in a wonderful light so you feel like you’ll only be safe around him.

💕Victor is probably more manipulative about the whole thing. Vincent is obviously manipulative as well as Krueger. But Victor is a lot more manipulative and tries to scare you a lot.

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