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just quick update I fell in love w a social anxiety king lol
i love a man who is the living embodiment of mnt Everest
SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
every time I see a mf on TikTok or here replace Gaz with König for edits, artwork or fics, my head explodes
gaz is literally 141 and König is literally CANONICALLY Ghost's enemy, therefore he is 141's enemy too. 141 and KorTac DO NOT LIKE EACHOTHER!!!!!!! König ain't hanging out w these men bffr!!
INCLUDE GAZ IN YOUR TASK FORCE 141 POSTS PLEASEEE PLEASE I BEG
Call of Duty MW2 Masterlist (2023)
General
Oneshots
"Crow" (Monster AU) ( x Eldritch Horror! Reader)
@diejager
No summary provided
"To tell a tale"
@watermaylon-writes
Imagine being Roach's daughter and getting the same callsign as him
Headcanons
"Civilian Clothes"
@ghostismybbygorl
Here what i think the call of duty civvy clothes would be
Incorrect Quotes
"APRIL FOOLS!" ( x OC)
@harveywritings92
"Drink Away my Sorrows" ( x Medic! Reader)
@warenai
"Spark Plugs"
@ragingbookdragon
"La Llorona"
@ragingbookdragon
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
@skylarsblue
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Oneshots
"Lost Cause"
@rileyslibrary
Ghost is training you on interrogation techniques and thinks you’re a lost case. He’s wrong.
"Shadow & Light" (Male Reader)
@ragingbookdragon
No summary provided
"A Saving Grace"
@ragingbookdragon
No summary provided
Incorrect Quotes
"Bitch of The Year"
@harveywritings92
"She's Not Wrong" (Monster AU) ( x Konig)
@harveywritings92
"Subtext" ( x Detective! Ghost)
@archiviststar
"Hiccups" ( x OC)
@httplvki
"Nap"
@harveywritings92
"2 Months" ( x Konig)
@harveywritings92
"Are You Ugly?" ( x Faceless! Reader)
@drinkyourwater01
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Incorrect Quotes
"Left-Handed"
@harveywritings92
??? "Konig" ???
Incorrect Quotes
"She's Not Wrong" (Monster AU) ( x Ghost)
@harveywritings92
"That's my Type"
@harveywritings92
"2 Months" ( x Ghost)
@harveywritings92
Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra
Oneshots
"This is Why we Fight" ( x OC)
@ragingbookdragon
No summary provided
Alejandro "???" Vargas
Oneshots
"Good in Theory, Better in Practice"
@ragingbookdragon
No summary provided
Call Of Duty MW2 Masterlist (2024)
General
Fics
"Widow" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
@euovennia
No summary provided
Oneshots
"Lady Boner Gone" 18+
@simpingfor-wakasa
Finally having a break from missions. You and Your teammates thought going to a Halloween party would be a good idea. It was all good until they saw you not having a good time. Leaving back to base they thought having their little party with you instead would fix your little mood. Wouldn’t want your pretty little costume going to waste.
Blurbs
"A file you said?"
@mockerycrow
??? (Konig) ???
Incorrect Quotes
"I could take him."
@harveywritings92
Simon (Ghost) Riley
Fics
"Reign down on me" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 ( x Hybrid! Reader )
@placeinthemiddleofnowhere
Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.
Oneshots
"m'tired, love." 18+
@luvit
No summary provided
"be a good girl," 18+ ( x Puppy Girl! Reader )
@bratfiction
No summary provided
Incorrect Quotes
"Okie-dokie!"
@harveywritings92
"HOLY SHITE!" ( x OC )
@harveywritings92
John "Soap" MacTavish
Oneshots
"Soap, Suds and the Scouser" ( x Sister! Reader )
@kitkatscabinet
Due to shitty neglectful parents, Johnny's older sister had been forced to take him in and raise him as her own. As such, she's fiercely protective of him, not that he minds, at least not until she screams at his Captain.
Incorrect Quotes
"Did you watch it?"
@harveywritings92
Valeria Garza
Fics
"I'll be back before you know it," Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 18+ Part 8
@cod-imagines-fanfiction
Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts.
John Price
Oneshots
"Soap, Suds and the Scouser" ( x MacTavish! Reader )
@kitkatscabinet
Due to shitty neglectful parents, Johnny's older sister had been forced to take him in and raise him as her own. As such, she's fiercely protective of him, not that he minds, at least not until she screams at his Captain.
Vladimir Makarov
Oneshots
"Little Things"
@blingblong55
No summary provided
You cannot tell me this was a coincidence
🥱🥱😤😤
🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍
PLEASEE MORE Slasher!Konig in the halloween party!!
Konig doesn't enjoy the company of a bunch of drunk students, but he knows he has to wait. None of the victims were appealing - none were speaking to his inner psycho. The night was dry of good alcohol and good company, so he almost considered a good old mass homicide. Burned down party house, piles of bodies inside. No one would bother to check a bunch of frat boys for knife holes when their bodies already melted together. He found you while searching for gasoline. Cute, adorable you. You're tugging on his sleeve, probably thinking he is just some drunk party-goer who got lost in the frat. Thank god for the mask he is wearing - you make a silly joke about never knowing which one of GhostFace costumes are the real killer. You make a silly joke about him having "killer muscles...pun intended" and laugh like it was actually funny. He just shrugs, allowing you to take his hand and lead him to one of the quieter rooms of the house. You smile, saying it's totally fine if he is not feeling up for the party. You don't really like it yourself, but you promised one of the guys to help with catering and to watch over a rowdy crown not getting too rowdy. Played a good little housewife and smiled as he asked about other guys. He put a hand on your knee and you giggled a little. Said no one would bother to look for you here - everyone are too busy drinking. You might have a little fun. Oh, Konig is going to have fun, indeed. Pushed you on the bed, a hand on your throat. Chocked you, the perfect little victim. Wanted to pepper kisses all over your face, but that would mean taking off the mask - so he just continues to squeeze. Forcing you to submit to him. Smiling under the rubber. Then stopped. You're too perfect of a victim - didn't even tried to fight him. If anything, your hips buckled towards him - like a bitch in heat, perfect for the riping. Too perfect to kill you so easily. Konig huffs, feeling up your wet pussy through that little shorts of a vaguely slutty costume you were wearing. Suddenly kisses you on the forehead and searched for any rope or spare clothes to tie you up to the bed and shut your eyes and mouth. Doesn't want your screams to alert others as he finally finds the gasoline and enough matches to send the damn place flying. At least you're given the status of a missing person. At least Konig likes you enough to press you against his chest as he exits the building, taking you over to his house. You can play a cute housewife all you want over there.
Cabin in the woods (yandere!shasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yandere!slasher!Horangi) chapter 6
You start to break down, finally accepting Konig's soft advances.
WARNINGS: Blood, dub-con bordering on non-con, general slasher-y, mild knife stabbing
Masterlist with all chapters This on AO3
This basement is filled with dead people. Or, so you thought at first glance.
At the second glance, you notice a broken bicycle, a bunch of furniture pieces, and something that you could only describe as a particularly horrible-looking attempt at wood carving. Or, maybe, a hanging post. You were in the killer’s layer, after all.
You were there for 10, maybe 15 minutes, and you already know that you are not making it out sane. Your whole body is trembling, your head is throbbing, you are dizzy after an orgasm, and Max is still lying here, his body is warm and soft. Blood stopped dripping from his stomach, but it didn’t make him any less dead. Coughing and almost throwing up from disgust, you spit out every last bit of cum that you managed to get out of your sore throat. You needed something – water, normal food, a good few hours of sleep because you’ve been running on sheer adrenaline for the past 12 hours and it started to take a toll on your…everything.
Just a few hours ago, you were a bored college girl on her forest trip with a bunch of weirdo friends. Your biggest problem was the utter boredom of this fucking woods, not the murderous maniacs on your tail. Now…
— Open wide, Maus. Let me feed you, ja?
Now you were spoonfed reheated chicken soup by König. Colonel in the PMC. The guy who dropped his mask to make you even more scared because you see all the burn marks and scars on his face, and just know that you won’t ever be able to resist someone as strong as him.
Guy who calls you “good girl” and pets your head and tries to engage you in this weird as fuck power dynamic that makes your cheeks warm and your mouth open, even though the saltiness of the soup makes you remember his cum and…fuck. Oh, god fucking damnit.
He is smiling like a maniac, making sure that with each spoon of your soup, you also eat something…you don’t even want to acknowledge it, your stomach is too empty, and your mouth was already tarnished by him, so what’s the problem with a few more drops of his semen, carefully added to the mixture so you won’t be able to miss it? You cringe in disgust as he smiles and pushes even more in your throat, almost making you gag from the spoon deep past your teeth. At least you know that the chicken bits here are actual chicken.
— Let…let me go. Please.
You finish the bowl of soup after a few torturous minutes. The salty taste in your mouth leaves you cringing, and König smiles, wiping your face with a napkin. You feel helpless – with your arms newly bound, there is nothing much you can do when he presses a bottle of coke to your mouth, making you wash away the incredible saltiness with even more incredible sweetness. You want to gag, but he closes your mouth swiftly after.
He smiles.
— We’ll walk you later. Now is not the time for girls to be out.
— I’m not a…
He scoops you in his hands, your body swinging in the air like a doll. It’s horrible, just how strong he is – makes you tremble in his hold, like a useless little victim you are. God, this even sounds embarrassing – yet you can hear the smile in his voice as he drags you along with him. Forcing you to look at Max’s dead body, the smell isn’t filling the room just yet. You try your best to consider yourself lucky.
— You’re cranky, Maus. Need to get you out of here before he starts to smell, right? Brainy ones usually rot extremely fast.
He laughs at his own joke as he pushes you in his arms further. Your head pounds with every one of his rough, deep phrases, his hands are going to roughly manhandle you in place. You whine, too weak to resist but not too weak to stop crying. God, this is pathetic. And scary, And not like those movies about hot killers and half-naked girls.
You’re not a final girl material because instead of fighting him and slamming your knee in his dick again, you get even further on his hands, hoping he would be able to hold you in place like you wanted it.
— Not sure if I should call you a Kitten or a good girl. What do you prefer?
He pushes his large, calloused hand to your face, smearing blood all over your cheeks once again. You cringe, your nose gets the fragrance of blood and decay from his skin – the weirdest fucking perfume that you hope to never smell again. Sobbing softly, you allow him to press his hands on your body, to roam around freely, like you were his fucking treat and not a real person with wants and desires.
— Fuck you.
— It’s Horangi’s job, girl. Not yours, ja?
He laughs plentifully, getting you in his hands. You shiver under his touch, not wanting his fingers anywhere near your abused body – they got you off one time exactly, and you wish never to come from your captor’s toucher. You don’t even want to look at Max, too scared to ever see his lifeless, cold face – terrified of the deep path you feel towards him. Like nothing has happened, like he wasn’t one of your friends. You don’t feel anything besides being tired, and you can’t begin to unwrap all the complex feelings behind your assholish friend group deaths.
Jenny and Chad are still out here, still could get help – but they were ignoring every one of your pleads, not wanting to ruin their nice vacation with your dumb panic. Deep down, you almost feel like screwing these fucking assholes and hoping that they would get impaled by a large freaking stick, preferably in the middle of very lame and satisfying sex. Preferably…
— König, I thought we agreed of not letting her out.
— You’re going hunting, and I need company.
— She could run, you know. You’re too soft on her.
— I can break her ankle! She won’t run then.
König’s voice is so cheerful you actually feel nauseous. He is smiling and laughing, and they both hug before the shorter guy gets out – you can’t even begin to remember the outline of their house because, honestly, serial killers shouldn’t have houses this nice. Ruch wood, probably painted with blood, some hunting trophies, probably incrusted with human bones and remains of their victims, a lot of silly little knickknacks that are probably trophies from the previous groups of dumb college kids…
Shit, no matter how much you wanted to say that this place looks horrible and straight out of a horror movie, it still looks nice. You wonder if it could be scored for a low price, with all the disappearing in the woods around it. You wonder if they started to kill people to make the house cheaper and buy it for half a Euro and a firm handshake.
König grabs you like a plush toy, squeezing you in his magnificent, strong chest, almost making you choke on his boobs as you just desperately try to breathe. He smells like masculinity, too much male perfume and blood – you tuck your face closer to his neck, trying to see if you could, perhaps, bite through his blood stream and vampire your way out of this place, but he only laughs, feeling your teeth on his skin as a form of foreplay. You didn’t want foreplay, you wanted to fucking kill him, maul him to death, do everything in your power to drop him on his back and perform acts that would be not only concerning to feminism but humanity as a whole.
He drops you on the couch before you can sink your teeth into his shoulder, leaving perfect teeth marks on the pale skin of his body. You heard somewhere that human bites are actually incredibly dangerous and call make you ill – you also hoped that you could somehow get rabies from that one poor rodent lying dead on the ground, and so you would be able to transfer the disease to these two fuckers.
You hoped that Karen would give them all the STDs that are possibly could be transmitted.
You hoped that Max would annoy the shit out of them before he died.
You hoped…but it’s useless now, isn’t it? You are sitting on the couch, your captor keeping a firm hand on your thigh, his erection still hard in his pants – you refuse to look at it, you’re better than this, but, oh god, you had no idea a dick could be this dick and don’t prod through pants. You feel like a house dog that was allowed to sit on the soft furniture for the first time in her life, and you hate it. With a groan and, perhaps, a bit of an angry yelp, you fall to the ground.
König smiles immediately – and pushes your face between his legs, perhaps thinking that you just died to suck him off. You wince, both from disgust and fear. Your jaw is still sore, and you aren’t sure how you can still close it.
— Such an eager girl, ja? I will give you what you want then.
Come to think of it, while he is relaxed and his partner is out of the house, you could try to bite his dick off. It should give you a headstart to run and find a weapon to eliminate one of the problems. Then, again, it would require you to put his dick in your mouth again.
Your jaw pleaded to just allow him to fuck your pussy instead.
Your pussy pleaded to just give him your ass, to not risk being pregnant.
Your ass…yeah, you’re not trying anal for the first time with a guy who can swing his dick like a baseball bat and kill some unhappy campers with it.
With the swiftness of the wind, you get up, sitting on the couch in the most modest pose you can imagine. You threw away a couple of pillows in the process – nice pillows, soft pillows, pillows you couldn’t imagine in the house of not just two killers but two military dudes who don’t seem like the type to like everything soft and cute. Besides you, you guess – or they always get one of their victims as leverage or a fucked up pet until they are fully committed to just killing you and eating what is left of your remains.
König only laughs, getting a hand over your shoulders and pressing you closer to him. You don’t want to, but you’re basically naked, save for your underwear and torn jeans, and he is warm. You don’t need a blanket when you have his hot flesh next to your skin – you suppress a smile, trying your best not to fall into their clutches. You’re tired, yes, but it’s not an excuse to be a whore! There are many more convenient moments to be a slut and this one is not it. They killed your friends!
Your asshole friends.
— You have any movie preferences?
He has to repeat his question a few times, you’re too lost in thought to actually listen. Only when he pinched your thigh, no doubt leaving a bruise, you kinda jumped in place, only barely containing a pathetic whimper. His fingers just started to gently squeeze and play with soft flesh, only making everything more warm and twisted and painful.
— No slashers.
He chuckles, pressing his hand deeper into your inner thigh. You try to close your legs, not wanting to invite his fingers in, but he just rests his fingertips on the border of torn jeans, gently brushing it over the sensitiveness of your skin. You gulp, suppressing any reaction.
— No slashers. Gut. I, too, prefer the real thing.
Shiver rund down your spine. God, you need to get out of here, not play house with a murderer! A handsome murderer who killed your asshole friends and who was also kinda nice(not killing you, that is) and even saved you from being too hurt and even allowed you on the couch and even…god, you’re a miserable shell of a woman and the greatest speedrunner of the Stockholm syndrome in the world.
Your body sinks into the couch that smells like a mix between a frat house and a meat fridge.
He turns on the TV, placing something dumb and loud. You don’t even want to look, but you’re bored, and you don’t want him to think you are letting him off the hook with your observant nature – you look at him, quietly as he intensely watches a…
A familiar melody fills the room. You actually need to wait a few seconds, blink, and then look at the screen again. God, is he fucking serious right n-
You are sitting in the house in the middle of a murder forest, with the dead body of your friend rotting in the basement of said house, you were forced to have sex with the killers of the said friends, and now you’re kidnapped in the said house…and the killer just turned on fucking Encanto for you.
— It’s popular among girls your age, right?
You want to say that, among normal college female population, porn would be far more suitable to watch. The guy looks older than you, for sure, mature, with a rugged face and scars and that perfect stubble and touches of silver in his ginger hair, and…shit, you’re dreaming of his rough handsomeness again. Quick, think about your dead friend.
— I’m not 5.
— You act like you’re 5.
— Wh…what do you mean?
— You left your friends to die, you don’t care that we can hurt you…
— I care that you can hurt me!
— You’re silly, Liebling. A normal person would try to run away three times already.
— You said you’d break my ankles.
— I will. Still, you look like you prefer this place more, ja? You can watch dumb shows and eat whatever you want and never worry about…whatever you were doing before.
— I don’t! I…this is stupid.
— You’re a bit dumb, Schatzen. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.
He smiles as he ruffles your hair again, his hand goes to gently cup your face and cover it with hungry, sloppy kisses. You can’t even focus on the cartoon on the screen because he is basically devouring your lips right now, forcing you to open your mouth and invite him in – you don’t want him to bite you, you are hurt enough without that kind of contribution. You feel dizzy, dehydrated, you are still exhausted, and you’d want nothing more but to close your eyes and allow him to do whatever he wants with your lifeless body.
You want to roll to the side, hug the pillow, and watch Encanto on pair with some trash TV about housewives killing each other over a garden salad. You don’t want to think about your dead friends because they are dead, you are alive, and your lips are getting crushed as he forces the kiss to be more deep, as he brings his hand to gently squeeze your waist and brush over your back.
You are flushed by the end of the kiss, König grins sluggishly as you are panting, shocked, excited and a bit overwhelmed. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t even think about biting his tongue off – which sounded a bit stupid right now, yes, he would probably just kill you for trying, but you could at least…you could at least close your lips and don’t allow him to kiss you like an excited puppy who just loves loves loves covering your face with his saliva.
Like a dig with a boner, König presses wet lips all over your face and head – in your hair, on your temple, gently brushing over your forehead and cheeks, making sure that he traces his lips over every last bit of blood that he left on your skin. He grunts in the kiss, something more like a guttural moan, and you never knew that just the motion of simple, sloppy kisses can make a man so excited – you are scared and just a little bit curious. Just how much he wants to touch his victim.
König gently places you down on the couch, forcing you to sit straight. He picks up one of the fallen decor pillows and throws it into your hands, allowing you to have something to fidget with. He almost looks guilty, anxious, that barbaric, rugged face is red with embarrassment and sadness as he can’t really do anything nice with you right now, can’t play with you like he wants to. God, König would give up a lot to just fuck you raw on this couch, to forget about your stupid friends and make you their nice little couple addition – but he promised, he knows he is, and you’re too sensitive and overwhelmed to take him like this now.
König can bet that you’d be so tight he wouldn’t even get a finger in. Breaking you in should feel fucking amazing.
— Can’t fuck you right now, Schatzi. Promised my tiger we would share you.
He smiles guilty, boyish, that dumb smile brings heat to your cheeks again. You turn away from him, feeling his hands keeping you in place firmly – but otherwise, he allows you to just watch the movie, getting lost in the plot you saw a couple dozen times.
You are watching the movie, and König is watching you.
— You aren’t sad?
— About what? You can sense a certain level of nervousness in his tone. You lick your lips, hugging the pillow closer to your face so he won’t be able to read your expressions.
— That we can’t fuck right now.
— I don’t want to have sex at all.
— You came stronger than I did.
— It’s a…ph…physical reaction. I didn’t want it.
— You don’t sound convinced.
He is drilling the dangerous thoughts in your head. The desire to just empty your brain and allow them to take the lead, the desire of your mind to simply shut down from all of the horrors you already saw. This is an apathetic stance – you don’t see a point in fighting after you see what they are capable of, and you certainly don’t see the point in ever trying again. Still, you somehow want them to stop, just so you can stop worrying about falling for their trap and stop being a good person who cares for her friends.
You feel like almost falling asleep, dozing off on the couch – not because you feel safe or warm, but because your body is simply refusing to reach anymore, too exhausted to produce even the most basic self-reservation instincts. König forces your head on his lap, gently stroking your tear-stained face.
When Horangi returns home with a bloody axe and Jenny, kicking and screaming in his hold, you are fully asleep on König’s lap.
🧠: waiter! more König with his beefy hangs out for no explainable reason
His bed is a little too small
Another imagination of sleep with Konig, enjoy your comfort after ending the mission with Konig
the little guy is his son : ) (I saw a video of Konig lifting up his mask and showing his little toy" his son" to you, and I CAN'T GET RID OF HOW CUTE IT IS)