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diejager · 5 months

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random thought but… stepdad!König fucking reader after finding out they wanna be in a relationship with him and saying “I’m going to marry you” or “I’ll make you mine one day” or smth like that. 🤭 and dbf!Horangi just kinda agreeing with him while sandwiching reader from the back, already having an idea of being the husband’s best friend that fucks his wifey 💝💝💝

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Gah- that pink bow has my heart😵‍💫 cw: smut, STEPCEST, DUB-CON, creampie, sex marathon?, phone sex? Double penetration, p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cheating, marriage, tell me if I missed any.

For a second, he forgot how to breathe, his knees weak and fingers twitching, his cheeks flushed with the joy he felt. Your little confession riled him up, your sweet tears and pout gave him the hardest erection he’d ever lived. Sweet, innocent words that would’ve seemed blasphemous to any other, sounded erotic, making his blood boil and arousal simmer under his skin. It worked through his body with tight and rushing pleasure, pumping blood down to his engorged cock and heavy balls.

“I want you,” sealed the deal, commanding his body to pound you into your bed, make you forget you ever had a life without him - he promised it.

And promised he did, he fucked you all day, pressing you down on your bed, folding you in half as keened loudly. The bed creaked and the wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it with every rock of his hips, fingers gripping your soft bedsheets and toes curling over his shoulder. You were stuck beneath him until the time he knew your mother would be back, taking every moment he had to watch his cock push in you and back out with a ring of cum and slick around his thick cock.

At first, he took you alone, slamming into your while you mewled out, your sweet sounds reaching the hungry ears of your neighbour on the phone. König had called Horangi in a blur, his mirth infectious, making Horangi happy, chuckling out praises to you and giving his word that he’d come by after his exercise at the gym. Your stepdad kept his friend on the phone, the Korean wearing EarPods during his whole course, working out with his cock throbbing and pushing against his shorts.

An hour in, waking up after you passed out in pleasure, eyes rolled to the back of your head in white pleasure, Horangi made himself home, naked and kneeling between your thighs. You let out a surprised moan, back arching when he drove his tongue inside your twitching hole, his thumb rolling your sensitive clit. He took his take taking you apart, watching you flay and cream all over him, covering is face with slick.

Near delirious and body oversensitive, you felt them push into you, softly alternating between both cocks stuffing your stretched cunt. You were trapped between them, body pushed back and fourth, feeling them fill you up, bottoming out, balls slapping the other man, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. You bucked your hips, chasing their cocks, nails digging into Horangi’s shoulder, gasping and moaning with your legs spread open by König’s hands.

“I’ll marry you, ja, Schatz?” König growled, pumping you full of cum, womb stuffed full with his and Horangi’s charged load. “Breed you and make you mine.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait to suck your tits,” Horangi couldn’t stop himself from agreeing, mind conjuring every image of your swollen stomach and wobbling walk. “Drink your sweet milk.”

“Do you want that, Schnucki?”

All you could do was nod, throat sore from screaming and body limp in your stepfather’s arms, your eyes were heavy chest puffing with loud, exhausted breaths. You liked their idea, marrying, breeding, becoming theirs, perhaps their delusions finally got to you.

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konigsblog · 1 month

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been thinkin about doctor!König do a thorough clit exam, teasing and pinching it until it gets all swollen and achey with arousal 🥺 swearing that it’s all routine and a part of a normal sexual wellness exam!!!

doctor-könig and student-horangi... :33

;doctor-könig lets his student learn using you.

cw: medical play, abuse of authority, non-con/dub-con/rape, touchy and perverse behaviour.

dark content. dead dove: do not eat. 18+ 🔞

doctor-könig who invites horangi in to watch as he treats his favourite patient.

you lay flat on your back against the medical bed, your panties on the floor, your thighs spread open and your pretty cunt staring right back at them. könig can't control himself from being disgusting with you — he abuses his authority as your doctor, slapping your cunt whenever you don't listen and begin squirming, shaming you for not being ready for his touch.

könig pulls the curtain over your stomach, so that you're unable to see what him and horangi are doing. he tells you it must be due to the eye contact, or because you can see horangi's eyes lingering on your sweet, precious cunt, telling you it would be better to close the curtain to avoid you from getting nervous.

although, it's not because of that. it's so that horangi is able to record and jerk off at the sight.

doctor-könig tells you it's mandatory for him to taste you, to feel around using his fingers before he uses the speculum. you whine and whimper, biting you bottom lip to silence your mewls and loud, pleased noises. könig's tongue flicks back and forth, pressing against that gummy area on your cunt, collecting your sweet juices.

student-horangi watches whilst holding his dick by the base. watching könig lick and stroke your cunt using his gloved fingers, against your sensitive clit leaves horangi sore with pleasure. könig lets you know that he has to check your pussy to make sure you're able to have sex, to be penetrated...

your stomach churns with your anxieties, and before you're able to protest, horangi prods against your wet hole and pushes deep inside, his fingers grasping at the flesh on your thighs, leaving indents from his grip as he thrusts deep inside.

the sounds of könig's praises and sweet words encourages you to keep going, to let the student learn using your slicken, drooling pussy. he watches as your eyes roll back, cunt getting filled with horangi's thick cum, before pulling out, leaving your cunt dripping as he heaves and pants, spurting the last of his release all over your weeping heat. :(

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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Sorry.

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

You aren’t letting go of the bottle.

The guy doesn’t let go either.

— Sorry, I think I got it first.

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

— Haven’t seen you.

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

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

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

— What do you need this bottle for?

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

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

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

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

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

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

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly.

— Yes, it is. Give up now.

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

— I really, really need this bottle. Please?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— You too.

— But I will.

— Just as I am.

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

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

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

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

— What’s going on, Tigeren?

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

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

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

Did you miss a horse-riding party?

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

— I’m not a tourist.

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

— This is a dangerous place, lady.

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

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

— With my coke.

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

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

— You let go of it, sir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

— On me. Move your ass, tourist.

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

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

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

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

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

— Thank…you?

— No problem, kleine.

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

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright?

— Did you drop it or something?

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

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

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

He…

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

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention.

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

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

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

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

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

— We’re not some dumb tourists.

— Ach? You aren’t?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— You were driving whole day?

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

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

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

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

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

— Are you two alone on the trip?

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

— No, Our male friends are with us.

He humms, almost sounding amused.

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

— Sorry?

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

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

— Thank you for the bottle, sir.

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja?

You nod.

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

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 4 months

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Warnings: Pregnancy, Thoughts of abortion, Graphic birth, smut, Somnophilia, and kidnapping. Poorly translated German and Korean, if you know either, you can correct me nicely, please.

(I was given permission by the one and only @diejager, that I can write something inspired by her series of stepdad! könig and dbf!Neighbor Horangi. If you haven't read them which I doubt, go check her out, this was a little longer than I wished but I think once you start reading, you'll like it.) fanart, not mine

Erotic sounds of smacking skin echoed within your bedroom. Horangi's rough burned-like tiger scars rub against your cheek as he groans into your shoulder, "너무꽉. (So tight)" He grunted, "Gonna be such a good mama." his cock plunged into your soaked depths with abandonness as you wept, your body and breast jerked, this wasn't right.

This shouldn't feel so good, you shouldn't love the feeling of your stepdad's best friend thrusting into you, shouldn't like the sight of said stepdad watching from the side of the room on your vanity chair and touching himself, pumping his cock to the rhythm of his best friend and your neighbor thrusts.

You shouldn't at all.

"I'll be such a good dad to our child," Horagni growled, drilling you into the soft texture of bedsheets, his curved bulbous head bullied your cervix, and your legs rested on his shoulders as he leaned back, his head thrown back and sheathed in glistening sweat. The sight of a beautiful man, of a beast above you rushed your climax.

"씨발! (Fuck!) That's it, baby! Cum on your Neighbor's cock." He groaned as fastened his pace. "Ja. Cum, unser wunderschönes Mädchen. (our beautiful girl.)" König cooed, his thick digits rubbing that bud of nerves as he sat down on your bed beside your head, his other hand continued to jerk off of his big, fulsome, and lengthy cock.

The pleasured symphony of your ecstasies wasn't held back, ropes of König's seed painted your skin, and shot after shot of Horangi's semen overflowed your womanhood.

"It is my turn." Your stepfather grinned and pushed his friend away from you once he had pulled out to leave you leaking but not for long who simply chuckled at könig's rare playfulness. Horangi placed his dick on your lips, his usual honey-brown was dark brown as he looked upon you with a dark kinda of lust "Suck."

You wake up a couple of hours later, body in such gyp it was like pins and needles. Groaning you sat up from your bed, the room was empty, bare of the monsters that used and obsessed over you, their cum dried on your thighs and the rest was clean of the evidence of what existed. The walk to the bathroom that linked to your room left you to the mercy of your own thoughts. The very notion of abortion was quickly shot down, it was obvious that they had wished for you to bear one of their children, and the number of times cum stuffed into you was uncountable, and the fact that birth control wasn't always reliable was its own tissue so truly what would stop them if you did get one? Even in secret, they would find out sooner or later more akin to sooner being who they were.

The brightest of the ceiling light ached to your eyes for but a second and the insulting sight of your forgotten pregnancy teat was a big fuck you to whatever was up there. Your freedom was truly gone, taken away forever, your feelings, and wants be damned.

After a relaxing bath, you dry yourself and your hair. Changed into clean clothes that consisted of some black shorts, and a loose black T-shirt and you went downstairs. Laughter came from the living room as you walked into your kitchen, the want to dig your feelings deep in your food was strong and the laughing of your mother irritated you to no end, how can she be happy with that monster of a man? You rolled your eyes and finished making your snack "Oh honey!" your mother called out with a lovesick smile as she hung onto könig's arm like a puppy wanting the attention of its owner. "Yes Ma?" you asked, hiding the venomous bitr you sure would come out. "I heard you got good news for me." She giggled as König kissed her neck and you could see Horangi roll his eyes, It was not so stable but like always your mother didn't notice. "Where did you hear this?" you had a hunch "König and Horangi did. So what is it?" she asked you sighed and looked down. "I'm pregnant." you muttered, half-hoping she'd wouldn't hear it. "What?!" she inquired "You're pregnant baby? Who's the father?" she got up from her seat on the long couch and rushed to you, resting her hands on your shoulders.

"I am." Horangi's deep, accented voice answered one of her questions "Your daughter and I have been seeing each other in private." he declared as he wrapped an arm around your hip and pulled you into his side. "Isn't this wonderful, ja? You're gonna be an Oma (grandmother)" König smirked as he hugged your mother from behind, a smirk he shared with his friend. "I guess." she trailed off yet smiled reassuringly "I'll be here for you my sweet baby" she announced and pulled you into her comforting embrace, which did little to help as you saw the wicked glint in the eyes of the men before you.

You heard of the horrors of morning sickness, from your mother and online alike. You were sure that it would be the same tale yet it was the opposite, the only symptom was extreme nausea when you smelled eggs or your favorite breakfast even then that hardly led to throwing up. You were luckily still able to attend college but you feared not for long as Horangi and König continued to reason with your mother why you should stay home.

It took them an entire month to do so. How? If the screaming of ecstasy and filthy-worded grunts from an Austrian voice in your mom's room were to go by you knew exactly how, unfortunately. Your first appointment was spent with the one that birthed you and luckily without the father, whoever that is before she left on a business trip leaving you to the wolves. König decided that Horangi would stay with you both until she came back, almost every day you wake up from either the feeling of a skilled tongue lapping your love juices or a heaviness on your tongue or the eye-rolling, toe-curling feeling of a thick appendage sparing you open.

Today you woke up to none of those but a smell that didn't make you want to vomit no, it was mouthing watering.

It's a craving you haven't gotten sick of and one you want every morning. You throw on a shirt and a pair of panties and rush downstairs. "Morning 여자 아기 (Baby girl)." Horangi greeted you, lifting a cup of pure, bitter black coffee to his lips, his eyes closed as he took a sip. "Mornin'." you greeted back and sat down on the dining table, boredly watching as he began to read the newspaper as you waited for your breakfast. "Ah, Liebling. There you are." König smirked playfully and sat down your plate of food which you wasted no time in scarfing down. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as The men chuckle at the sight "So cute." Horangi smiled. "Ja. She is." König agreed and grinned, watching you mutter under your breath about them, and took a bite of his breakfast.

You all ate in silence, a..peaceful silence. After you finished your second helping, you up away your dish and stretched, joints pop from sitting to long, your hand coming to rest on your three-month baby bump. "How's my baby?" könig uttered into your hair, his beefy arms around your middle, pulling into his sturdy chest. "Or mine!" Horangi called out from the linked dining room. "Fine," you replied loud enough for both to hear, your form tensing up before relaxing in your stepdad's embrace. This has been going on for a while, their softness, playfulness, and sweetness, a part of you acknowledged that this could be a ploy but the scared part, the part that wanted comfort and love overpowered that sense, you began to find comfort in their company, you felt...safe in their arms. König and Horangi had business to do with so you would be left alone for the day for once in the whole months you have been with child.

You sat in your craved indoor window seat, your book laid on your thighs. You tried and failed to distract yourself from all the new and old feelings. You just can't love them, they hurt you, used you, mean to you then they're loving, caring for your needs, and soft to you. You were so lost that nothing could help but sleep so that's just what you do.

You nervously tapped your fingers on the plastic armrest of the chair in the clinic as you impatiently waited to be called back. "Nervous?" your stepdad asked, grasping your hand in his large one, making your hand look like that of a kid. "Very." you chuckled humorlessly, and Horangi's hand grabbed your other hand. "It will be okay, we're here." His deep voice, sent a wave of comfort within, tooking a deep breath you calmed yourself.

"Ms. Schäfer?" the male nurse called out and looked up from his clipboard, he immediately took a small step back as the two men stood with you and walked to him. "M-ms. Schäfer and?" the poor nurse stuttered as his eyes shifted to the masked gigantic mammoth of a man and his smaller masked companion. "Boyfriend," Horangi spoke up before könig. "Stepfather," König answered not bothering to hide his amusement at the squirming male nurse. Sadist.

"Umm, right this way." the nurse hesitated to his back on two veterans and led you to the room where the doctor would see you. You glanced back at them with a small glare, knowing they intimidated the man on purpose, and sighed as they showed no remorse then again what did you expect? The walk was short, the nurse dipped the moment you entered since you were the last one in, and on top of that, you already began to show a little waddle in your step even just being four months along. With a little help from König you sat on the ultrasound bed as Horangi took the closer chair to your left, the doctor in question wasn't a minute late. "Good day! How are you today Ms. Schäfer?" Dr. Patel smiled, shutting the door behind behind him. "Good doc. curious about the gender of my baby." you smiled back, and shook his hand, completely missing the look that both the men you came with shared. "Well, we'll get right to that. If you'd be so kind as to lift your shirt," he said and busied himself with turning on the ultrasound equipment.

You yelped as the cold gal graced your belly, the noise instantly made Horangi and König tense, and their overprotectiveness almost an appearance. "Mr. Kim, would you turn the lights off?" The doctor requested, grabbing the transducer. Wordless Horangi got up from his seat beside König and turned off the lights. Suddenly the projector on the ceiling turned on and shined on the blank wall before you, a picture of black and white filled the wall soon after the transducer touched your baby bump and there was a baby...another baby across from the first.

"Congratulations Ms. Schäfer! You're having twin.." the Doctor trailed off "Boys!" he exclaimed as he turned off the machine and got up, "I'll go get the ultrasound pictures while you let everything sit in." Dr. Patel shut the door to giving you privacy.

The drive home was silent as well as the rest of the day, each one of you, stuck in your heads. In the weeks after Horangi and König were frequently busy, and each time you asked why they simply glared at you or scoffed and ignored you, it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

The loneliness didn't last longer, your mom was finally back. She barely got out of the car as you were waddling as fast as you could, you had no doubt you looked like a penguin running for its life. "Oh, Baby." your mother cooed as she hugged you, "You've gotten so big!" she smiled, "How's my grandbaby?" she asked as she walked with you to the steps of your house. "The boys are good." you smiled softly, waiting for the realization to show on her face. "Y-you're having twins?" She stuttered, coming to a stop in the doorframe, her eyes wide with shock. "Ja, two strong boys," König answered her, walking out of the kitchen and kissing her with a fiery kiss that he had saved for you, not anymore. You just walked away, they didn't seem to notice as they began to make out in front of you, forcing the painful ache down, and you decided to hide in your room to lick at your wounds.

The next few months were neither good nor bad, you and your mom collected, baby clothes, toys, and everything the twins would need or want. König continued his blunt affection for the woman who birthed you and Horangi has yet to come back around, seeming too busy to see his possible baby mama. Isn't this what you wanted right? To no longer deal with their abuse, their twisted sense of love, if that was what they called love yet it pained more than you thought, and you became envious of your mother, you missed könig kisses, his big body against yours, to feel all of him, and with Horangi it was no better. Were you truly to be a single mother?

You awoke from your nap, panting and in pain, as a puddle of wetness soaked your thighs and the sheets below. You throw off your blanket and scream, your water has broken, they are coming now. The door was ripped open by your mom, your stepdad right behind her, through the words they spoke sounded like you were underwater, and you suddenly hosted into König's arms as he walked out of the room and sat you down in the back seat. The last thing you saw before passing out, the pains of your contractions too much for you to handle as your mother on the phone with Horangi.

A sobbing scream pierced the delivery room as sweat covered your clammy skin. "Miss, Push!" the Doctor yelled above your screams. Gritting your teeth. you pushed and grabbed onto the railing bars beside you. "I can't." you sobbed, throwing your head onto the pillow behind you. "No, baby you can do it. Come on push." your mother moved your drenched hair off your forehead. "Push,애인. (sweetheart)" Horangi encouraged and took one of your hands and kissed it. Their support helped to give you the strength to continue, so you took a deep breath in and pushed once again. "That's it! He's crowning!" the doctor spoke, you groaned as you pushed with all you got. A numb relief spread through you as a small but strong cry of your baby boy echoed but the relief didn't last long as another contraction hit you. The doctor quickly handed your firstborn to the nurse to her right before getting back into position.

With a few more pushes your second-born was welcomed into the world.

"You did good, Liebe. (love)" König finally spoke since you all entered the room, his large hand resting beside yours on the bar. Too tired to reply, you instead gave him a tiny smile. "Ms. Schäfer, meet your first baby boy." Dr. Smith smiled and laid your baby on your chest. He was so.. beautiful, tears welded in the corner of your eyes, his hair was jet black, that stood up a bit from being dried of the liquids he was born into, his little eyes open a bit, enough to see the honey brown color, his soft skin was like yours, it was no doubt who's the father. "What's his name?" your mother asked, watching the scene with awe. "Baek-hyeon," Horangi spoke with proudness that you never heard, his glazed locked upon you and his son, love and happiness apparent in his brown eyes. You handed Beak-Hyeon to his father as you made space for his twin, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pen drop, the nurse laid him onto your chest, he was a bit more on the chubbier side than his brother...and his hair was a nice shade of ginger, his eyes a bright blue, he was the spitting image of your stepfather. A fearful daunting feeling lingered inside as you turned to your mother, no emotions were on her face, and no words were said as she rushed out of the room, König following her.

"What's his name?" a brave nurse softly asked. "Gunther."

Your mother didn't visit you after that, the only people who did was that of your baby daddies, mostly Horangi than könig. You were gonna get discharged and you feared what your home life would be like until your mother got you and the twins before the set date.

"Mom..I'm sorry. I-" you started once you all got into her car.

"Don't. I didn't believe you and I'm so sorry you suffered." She looked at you, regret and love in her eyes. "Thank you." you whispered and pulled her in a hug,"I forgive you."

"So where are we heading." you smiled softly as you pulled away. "A friend's house, one könig doesn't know about. I'm here now." she turned on the car and started the long journey there. The twins weren't that much of a hassle, eventually, you had to get in the back seat with them, feeding them wasn't hard since the nurses were a great help. The house was big, a three-story with four rooms and three bathrooms, you got the biggest guest room which you couldn't be more grateful for.

Life was great, or it was supposed to feel that way. You knew you should hate the men who took advantage of you, who bred you, who had abused you yet you couldn't find it in yourself too..you fell in love with them, you missed them, and It didn't help that their sons looked so much alike to them, it hurt to look at Baek-hyeon and Gunther despite this you loved them more than anything and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

Baek-hyeon was more vocal than his little brother, he smiled a cute gummy smile at anyone or anything with a pulse, and he adored being held. Gunther only smiled at you or his toys, he was a lot more attached to you and would get fussy if anyone but you tried to hold him, a true mama's boy. Your mother decided for you to file for custody over Horangj and König, and it seemed you were winning, you didn't want that but you had no say, she'd think you were crazy.

Moaning you stirred awake, a thickness pounded into your cunt, a familiar firm grip on your hips. You moan loudly as the person thrusted particularly hard "Wake up, Prinzessin." König's warm breath rolled across your skin, one of his hands grabbed your jaw and turned you to look into his pale blues. "König?" you asked still dazed of sleepiness. "That's right. Daddy's back." he cooed, rolling his hips, his wet pubes brushing against your rubbed raw clit. You moaned and pulled the giant into a kiss, all the feeling you felt toward him poured into it, and his kiss was just as passionate.

His thrusting never once stopped, his strong arms wrapped you into an embrace as he drove his cock deeper within your wet pussy. So lost in the pleasure that you almost didn't feel the bed drip and a hand weaves its way into your hair. "여자 아기.(babygirl)." Horangi groaned, "Missed you." he confessed and kissed you, his tongue swirling around yours, his lips dancing with your own, the kiss became hot, and messy, and drool slowly trailed down your locked lips. He pulled away, his sacred chest heaving as he wiped his chin clean of your shared saliva.

König grinned naughtily as he watched his stepdaughter and beat friend make out like it was just them, he couldn't have that. Taking your legs he held them flat against his broad chest and snapped his wide hips, hitting your cervix just right making your toes curl. "Fuck!" you cried out as könig did this a few more times, you moaned, whined, and mewled all night as the two ex-military men showed you how much the missed you.

You came to find out that the whole time they ignored you was because they were building a home for you and their sons.

Building a big, happy family.

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sweetiecutie · 7 months

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Part six: sextape~ 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: Kim “Horangi” Hong Jin x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, sextape, oral (m receiving), masturbation, language

A quiet hiss slithered through Horangi’s clenched teeth - calloused fist wrapped around his throbbing length just wasn’t doing the thing. He craved, needed your gentle touch, to feel the softness of your bare skin on his own, to hear all sweet moans and gasps escape your moth right next to his ear.

- Fuck, - he cussed, staring at the cracked ceiling exasperatedly. Looking around the barracks, making sure that other guys were asleep, he pulled out his phone, fumbling underneath his pillow for his earphones - all knotted together messily, but Kim couldn’t care less, plugging them into his phone hastily, leaving one ear free to still be able to listen to his surroundings.

In few nimble swipes of his finger Horangi opened his galerry, scrolling through numerous pictures of whatever shit he needed a picture of, until finally finding what he was looking for. It was one of the most recent videos - night right before he left for this exact deployment, his cock twitching in his hand at the memory of your lush lips wrapped tightly around his cock, how much effort you put into pleasuring your lover, to make him remember this pleasure for long time.

Horangi was grateful that he did put earphones on because the moment played the video your shameless moans flowed through, pussy squelching loudly as his cock pummelled repeatedly in and out of you at angry pace. Your back was arched prettily, deep cleft of your spine was making Hongjin’s mouth water, plump of your ass rippling in waves with every snap of his hips against it.

- Such a filthy little whore, - Horangi heard his own raspy voice, meaty arm appeared in the right corner of the screen, mighty muscles flexed under intricate tattoos. Rough hand rested on the nape of your head, burying your face deeper into soft pillows. - Taking my cock so well, as if you were made for that. You are nothing more than my little cocksleave, yeah?

- Yes, yes I’m your whore, - a tiny voice whimpered, partly muffled by soft cushions. Horangi had to bite down of the inside of his cheek to not let out a deep groan tearing through his chest upon hearing your words. Pace of his hand quickened, watching your puffy pussy swallowing his cock repeatedly, white ring of your previous releases adorning the base of it.

Suddenly he pulled out, leaving your pussy clenching pathetically around nothingness. A harsh slap landed on that pretty butt, making you yelp loudly, a shape of Kim’s broad hand darkening on sensitive skin.

- Get on your knees, - he ushered, a muffled commotion took place on the screen for a few second before camera came back to focus once again. Bright blush on your face was accentuated by the flash of Kim’s phone, excited grin curled your kiss-swollen lips as you gazed up - past camera - into Horangi’s eyes. - Open your mouth.

You obliged immediately, letting your lips fall open, sticking out your pink tongue in invitation. Soon these lush lips were wrapped around your lover’s throbbing shaft, leaking cockhead nudging the back of your throat with each bob of your head, filthy wet sounds pouring through the speaker. Horangi’s breath deepened, head lolling back onto shabby pillow, black eyes falling closed, just enjoying the sounds of you two.

Low throaty moan came from the video, Horangi’s eyes snapping open and gluing back to the dim screen. You sat with your mouth wide opened, tongue out, your lips and chin glistening with saliva and his precum as Kim stroked himself mere centimetres away from your pretty face, hisses and groans rolling freely off his tongue. You flinched a bit as first drops of hot cum landed on your flushed skin, soon painting your cheeks a pearly white, causing you to smile and giggle drunkenly.

Horangi’s back arched off the hard mattress as orgasm hit him suddenly, he barely managed to bite back guttural moans as hot pleasure crashed over him wave after wave, muddling up his thoughts and turning his brain into hot mush. Kim clenched his teeth tightly, squeezing the last drops of his high out before crashing back onto his bunk, muscles relaxing and thrumming with electricity, eyes drooping in post-nut tiredness.

Kim glanced one more time at your pretty face, his cum shining on your glowing skin - you looked so happy with yourself. He wiped his release on dirty sheets, tucking himself back into his boxers before turning on his side, mind flooding with all the things he’ll do to you once he gets back home.

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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We've flashed all of 141 + Alejandro and Rudy, but I gotta ask, can we please get flashing König and Horangi? Love your writing!

This reader is a menace lmfao but I don’t blame em. AFAB!reader

Warnings - allusions to smut

There was a buzz around base as word spread that KorTac would be visiting to help with an upcoming mission. Technically 141s rivals in acquiring contacts, not that you cared. You wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

The first of the two to arrive was an absolute unit of a man called König and a smaller quieter man by the name of Horangi. They took themselves to their rooms before coming to meet everyone in the rec room. Price had given you all strict orders to ‘play nice’ and make them feel welcome.

The base was pretty empty except for 141 and a few others who hadn’t gone on leave, or on a mission. It was a Saturday so a shitty film and a takeaway was on the agenda. After much deliberation you all decided on pizza, it was easy and everyone liked it. König sat and ate quietly, Horangi was a little pistol. His banter was quick and he was a great laugh, settling in pretty quickly.

One by one the boys started to filter off into their rooms, it had been a long ass day. Until you were left with just Horangi and König, they were sat on the sofa sipping at some beer and you were sat in the armchair. You sipped at your own beer but suddenly became very hot, you often had flushes when you drank.

You pulled off your jumper but as you did you made sure your t-shirt got stuck to it. Instantly trying to scramble to get the jumper off you became tangled, you breasts on full display to both of them. Standing up you began to panic slightly, this was such a stupid move. But they were both so hot. You’d be stupid not to try? Right?

You felt your cheeks heat up as you suddenly noticed someone approach you. Two hands gripped at your t-shirt pulling it back down.

They helped remove your jumper and as your head finally saw the light again you saw it was Horangi. He peered down at you from over his sunglasses as he coughed. You saw König in the background slowly stand, his shimmery blue eyes fixed onto your chest. A growl left Horangis throat as he very quietly whispered ‘dibs on that.’

König soon stood behind you closing you in between them, Horangi lifted and finger to his lips motioning for you to keep quiet. A devilish glint in his eye. Your heart fluttered as you but your lip as both men finally placed their hands on you.

#call of duty #cod mw22 #könig x you #könig cod #könig x reader #Horangi #horangi x reader #Horangi x you #könig mw2 #mw2022 #horangi mw2 #request

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yawnderu · 5 months

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oh god hi your requests are open!!;; im nervous about asking lbkldfkvlbd i do this for the first time ever but i would actually kill for something with horangi from you. maybe he's a tiger hybrid and it's mating season or something?? or just fluff. my little heart would be overjoyed either way,,,, thank you bkpskdskc

hii love don't be nervous!! I'M nervous about writing this bc I've never written hybrids until that request JHBKFEEFJHBK I hope I'm doing them justice!!

Horangi is a mess. His clothes are sticking to his sweat-covered body, feeling hot all over. Nothing is ever good enough, even when his hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, disgusting thoughts of you flashing all over his mind. It's enough to make him hard, but not enough to make him cum.

It's almost torture, the way he's unwillingly edging himself as lewd, deep growls boom out of his throat while he strokes his painfully hard cock, his free hand fumbling with his heavy balls. It's not good enough to make him cum— nothing will ever be good enough until he's fucking your warm, wet cunt, so he gives up, hesitantly tucking his cock back in his boxers, face scrunching up in pain at the feeling of the fabric tightly holding him.

''Hong-jin?'' Your voice feels like music to his ears in the desperate state he's in, immediately getting up and opening the door, pulling you inside so fast you almost fall.

''You good?'' A small giggle escapes your lips at his desperation as he closes the door behind him, strong arms wrapping around you from behind as he rubs his cock against your ass.

''Need you.'' He whispers right into your ear, almost sighing in content when you nod your head. This entire thing has happened before— you ''help'' him during mating cycles and in exchange, you get good dick. That's really all it took.

His claws are quick to rip off the fabric covering your ass and before you can protest at the now destroyed clothes, his cock is lining up to your cunt, spreading your wetness all over his thick tip before he's slowly sinking into you. Your head tilts forward as you feel the stretch, a small gasp escaping your lips once he fully bottoms out. He isn't that long, but his cock is fat.

It doesn't take long for Horangi to start thrusting into you, his strong arms holding yours behind your back for leverage as he moved faster and deeper, low growls coming out of him at the sensation of your tight cunt wrapping around his fat cock, fitting him so perfectly.

''I'm sorry—'' He knows he isn't going to last long, not when your cunt is practically begging for his cum, sucking him back in every single time he pulls out to thrust deeper. His hold on your arms grows tighter as he pushes all the way into your cunt, images of your belly swollen with his babies fill his head and he can't keep going any longer, a mix of deep groans and growls coming out of his lips as he begins shooting ropes of thick cum right into your fertile womb.

''I'm sorry.'' He apologizes again, face buried on the back of your neck as he takes deep breaths, his cock still inside you to keep his cum in.

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Fun Fact-König +Hornagi

R/n: when I was like 7 I scraped my knee because of this kid

König: but it was on accident ja?

R/n: I ran him over when I was 19, totally by accident

König scared: what? *Horangi walks in* R/n: want to know a fun fact! Horangi:

König: say no

Horangi: Let me guess you killed someone because you hold grudges? *he chuckles and walks to the fridge* R/n: its not a fun fact when you guess it König: YOU FUCKING WHAT?

*concerned austrian man noises*

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 2 months

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Got any more of that uhhhhhh desperate af people-pleaser reader? CUZ DAMN I think you got my number with that one

writing people-pleaser reader is so healing. if aggressively working through shit via smut is healing.

... be careful around HORANGI. all it takes is one slip up during a kortac training exercise--all he has to do is disarm you and push you up against a wall; your back crushed to his chest. the moment he cracks a joke about it--something about you being so cute, so submissive, it is literally just an inappropriate joke--but you can stop neither your own body from squirming nor the embarrassing sound that comes from your lips. it's half embarrassed squeak and half encouraging groan.

he's shocked and intrigued. "ah... did you like that?"

he presses against you a little harder and is rewarded with another little wiggle and a noise.

you do. he chuckles. you're some kind of freak.

nsfw ↓

horangi has, not to put too fine a point on it, extraordinarily poor impulse control. the only thing that saved him from gambling himself from an early grave was the foresight to hire himself out to the military. the only thing that keeps him from doubling back and gambling his life away again is the rigid structure of the military. business separate from pleasure. but you put something that tempting in front of him, you can bet he doesn't hesitate.

he pulls your tucked-in shirt loose and his gloved hands slide up from behind, groping you hard. you're embarrassed to like it but god, it turns you on that he wants you like this--in the middle of this round, risking his teammates' ire if they were to find out. you're a little too cooked to think about what would happen if YOUR teammates found you like this. he has you on the ground in no time, all your gear still on, his fingers pumping into you, transfixed and so eager to take everything you're offering him. it's depraved; you both know it. so depraved that when he sees your comm collar, it's more than just a passing thought to activate it and let your whole team hear the way you're begging him to go faster.

then he thinks even longer about radioing on his own comm for an assist, or two, or three. he smirks, asking you lowly if you think you'd like to get fucked in the dirt by his whole squad. you can't stop saying yes, god, anything you want, i want what you want. nice plausible deniability there. he chuckles and decides against it. might be his only chance to have you at his fingertips like this, so he'd better take you for himself.

but... you know he's not keeping his mouth shut about it. after that training exercise is over, you'd better be careful, because horangi will be bragging. maybe even sharing a picture of you, your eyes glazed and an appreciative smile on your face. it would be easier to count the kortac operators who don't see it instead of the ones who do.

you'd better watch out after that, because the next time your squad and kortac conduct a training exercise together, they're going for you, and you're at the mercy of whoever gets there first.

...

more kortac / masterlist tag

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lxvvie · 5 months

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A relationship with Horangi would consist of:

Horangi scoring a date with you because he beat you at a card game.

Quietly taking your relationship to the next level. In all honesty, nothing in your day-to-day really changed when it came to Horangi.

...Okay, let's amend that somewhat because when Horangi is in a relationship, he. is. HANDSY. He has to be touching you or near you in some fashion. The most common place to find his hand is on the small of your back.

And speaking of hands, you like to hold your hand to his and compare hand sizes. They're pretty and when you say that, he'll always snort.

Horangi finding pleasure in making you sheepish due to the way he flirts. It's subtle to observers but he's good at wordplay and making innuendos.

Tracing his tattoos with your finger absentmindedly.

To piggyback off the last point, this is second nature to you because Horangi has this thing where he likes for you to sit in his lap after a day's work because... shit, he just likes you in his lap. For a lot of reasons. 😏

Horangi being in the doghouse just as much as another person who shant be named and he's just as unapologetic about it. Depending on the situation. Still loves you, though. 😘

You asking Horangi about his life before the military and, surprisingly, him having no problems telling you about it. He won't tell you about the more unsavory aspects of it but he figures alluding to it is enough.

Teaching you some tricks he learned from his gambling days that come in handy like learning how to bluff real well.

Drunk Horangi and his shenanigans. He's the drunk who wakes you up and tells you that he loves you. No, no, you don't get it. He really, REALLY loves you, okay?! And then he'll go back to sleep like he didn't just disrupt yours.

You two bickering over who hogs the bed even though it's Horangi who does because majority of the time, he's the big spoon and he's asleep on your side of the bed.

Liking Horangi's choice of colognes/perfumes/oils and using them as a result.

Finding out that he has a thing for graphic tees and surprise, surprise, You like wearing those, too lmao.

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diejager · 6 months

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OMG love your stepdad!konig and dbf!horangi. I don’t know if it’s intended or just poor reading comprehension on my part. But i get a vibe of Horangi being like completely delusional about reader? like he thinks a relationship is just over the horizon, that everything is good between them and he isn’t actually SAing her

cw: smut, DUB-CON/NON-CON, sexual assault, age gap, age difference, tell me if I missed any.

Oh he absolutely is delusional! He sees the three of you in a relationship of some kind, two older men - good friends and brothers-in-arms - sharing the same girl. It’s practically a thing in his mind, the moment he saw you in König’s house and how he treats you, as if you were his little girlfriend rather than being your stepfather, he knew you were the perfect thing for him and König.

In his delusion, he can see you three moving into a house of your own so that he can touch you without sneaking around your mother, or having to keep your relationship a secret. You love it after all, you love the affection he gives you, he knows you do. You wouldn’t react so strongly to his touch, his kiss and his cock. You might fight and hiss at him, like a cat - he likes cats - but you always end up coming into his mouth, squirting slick on his tongue for him to lap up.

You scratch and spit at him so often that he sees it as a game, you played hard to get with him for the thrill of it and it definitely gets him hard, seing you so feisty and pouting. He might have a slight primal kink, but that’s all! As long as he gets you squirming beneath him, your slick cunt wrapped around him as he ploughed into you, making you scream and mewl.

He isn’t doing anything against your will, you want it, you instigate it and you end up sore and bruised by the end with him happy and satisfied. Even König agrees with him, that you love them as much a s they love you, that this thing is a mutual relationship. So yes, dbf!Horangi is completely delusional, stepdad!König even encourages him and pushes his little girl and his best friend together, putting aside his jealousy and possessiveness.

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sprout-fics · 11 months

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Okay. The way you write him, I’m starting to fall for Horangi, I would let that man do anything to me, tease me to tears, play with me to hoarse screams, anything, I merely ask a crumb from this man

Some naughty naughty thots for you anon

Horangi NSFW Headcanons

Horangi, you learn, can be almost sadistic

You should have picked up on it sooner, from the way he holds himself at a distance, from his quieter nature and the tiny gestures that made the temptation of something forbidden murmur inside you

It’s the hand at the small of your back that presses a little too firm, the cut of his voice when you’ve made a mistake, the low tone he takes when he hands out praise

It sends you reeling, these tiny details hidden under the mask of him, secrets you want to find out, secrets that feel almost too dangerous to know

He reveals them slowly, with time, allows you to see them piece by piece

It’s the shower of praise and pet names that has you squirm under him in bed, the glint of his eyes as he watches your embarrassment avert your eyes

It’s the ‘No, not yet’ when you nearly reach your climax, forcing you to hold on just a little longer

It’s the ‘Stay.’ He issues after, with you flat on your stomach as he leaves and comes back with a warm cloth to clean you, his hand flat against the small of your spine

Fragments, pieces, bits of glass you try to mend together to reveal the picture of him

There’s a strange authority there that you think comes with his rank, and later learn is just him

You learn too late Horangi is addicted to control

Whether it’s having you exactly how he wants you, lowering you face down into the bed with your ass high in the air, voice muffled by pillows as his fingers squelch inside you and he tells you “Oh, I know, it feels too good. I’ve got you.”

Or when he corners you before deployment, cups your mound and asks if you’ve kept his cum in you like he asked you to

When you come to him after the mission is done, thighs clenching and asking please, please can he touch you, since he wants to do it himself

When he has you suck the remnants of your arousal off his fingers and calls you “Pretty.”

He spends his time dismantling you until you beg, reduced to tears, and even then the sweetness of him feel almost poisonous, tooth-rotting as he smears the wetness from your eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

To everyone but you he seems quiet, reserved, firm and authoritative to no end. His voice leaves little room for error, issues commands to be followed, even by you

Yet you can discern the miniscule indications of him, the way his fingers tap his weapon, the way his eyes, shielded by his shades, linger a little too long on your form, the way he presses closer to you on the plane in a way that seems to say mine

Yet at the same time he’ll find way to remind you it was him who had you whine at beg at his feet, him who had you tap out after half a dozen orgasms on his fingers alone, him who reduced you to wordless, needy whimpers with his voice alone

It takes effort to not hide your face when he pins you with that stare, as if his eyes alone can summon the memories of you in his bed crying out desperately for release, echoing his name

He seems to thrive off your bashfulness, your scandalization, smirks under his mask and lifts a finger to his clothed mouth to say “Shh. We’re the only ones who know.”

#horangi #horangi x reader #horangi x you #horangi imagine #call of duty mwii #x reader #thursday night thots

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gremlingottoosilly · 3 months

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fun fact, tigers are notoriously quick to ejaculate in the animal kingdom! So every time Horangi is brought up I can’t help but imagine him struggling not to cum in his little breeder wifey within a minute or so lmao

I didn't know this before...now I do...I am going to make horrible things with this information...

monster!Horangi, who is cumming in you after the first few pumps, his cock just can't handle the feeling of your gummy walls strangling him so nicely...you were surprised at the first few times, not thinking that a monster of his power status would be so quick to finish - but you accepted it gracefully, thinking it would mean he is going to leave you alone...poor, dumb thing. You didn't think it was really that easy, right? monster!Horangi who cums quickly, but his stamina and energy allow him to go multiple rounds. Who can easily fold you back and fill you to the brim with his cum, laughing as you struggle and whine? Poor baby, you didn't think he would just let you go, right? Your hole needs a good cock to fill up with, and your new monster master is going to provide you with just that. monster!Horangi who won't stop until you're a pathetic, drooling mess with your belly alresdy protruding from all the cum settling in your womb. He bred you so nicely, you passed out after the third round, not able to compete with his levels of desire for your body. And if you think you could actually survive through this easily...well, he wants to breed you properly each time, and that would mean repeating the process every night when he is on the base.

#cod #yandere horangi #horangi x reader #horangi x you #monster!horangi #horangi

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 4 months

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For the person, who requested the bullies König and Horangi I accidentally deleted the ask 😔 but! I tried to write down all that I remember and I think it's pretty much all of it. I hope you enjoy it and to let you know how happy you made me with your wonderful kind words💜.

(Warnings: Non-con, Force blowjob, Oral (Fem), Breeding, Humiliation, Degradation, Bullying, Panty sniffing, Full nelson, Creampies, Squirting, Force handjob, Choking, Hair pulling,)

This is dark! If this is not your thing please move past it. You don't have to hate on me just because you don't like what I write. I decided to make this a part one and put 2 because I feel like it would be too long if I didn't so.

Chewing on part of your bottom lip, you looked up at the building of the College you attended. Dark gray clouds dominated the usual blue sky, and the scent of rain heavily whiffed in the air. You huffed a sigh as you began to walk with your fellow students, you muttered thank you to the boy who was nice enough to open the bulky door for you as you watched the floor, squeezing your books more against your chest as you heard the hectic, loud chatter of friends meeting friends.

You hesitantly looked ahead and a few feet from your locker were the men who loved making your life miserable, you still felt the bruises from them holding your wrist too hard. König, the Star Quarterback and captain of the football team, and Horangi the most liked member of the basketball team. Both transfer students from different countries who became the populars of popular people. Horangi laughed and könig smiled as if someone must have made a good joke and like some sixth sense of torture, they looked your way, wicked smirks on their lips once they saw you.

Whoever was up there took pity on you and the ball rang, sparing you from their torturous ways, for now.

The ball rang for the last time, signaling the closing of the college and for everyone to head to their dorms. Slowly you packed your stuff, while the rest of your classmates hurried to leave your last class and go home. By the time you were walking to your locker, the hallway was bare of life, your footsteps brought a ghastly, eerie feeling to the otherwise silent path, it felt like you could hear your breathing echo around you.

You drop your backpack and shove your shelved books in it, sway it over your shoulder, and continue your journey to your dorm. Your yelp was muffed as a large hand clapped around your mouth and pulled you within a lightless janitor closet. "Don't scream unless you want to be hurt, Ja Liebling?" the austrian voice of one of your bullies purred from behind you and took his hand away. Horang stepped closer to you after turning on the light and reached out to move a stay hair behind your ear.

"P-please just let me g-go." you stuttered, heartbeat was beating like a drum in your ears. "No can do, sweetheart." König cooed, spun you around, forced you to your knees, fisted your hair, and shoved your face against his bulge, "Scheiße! Braves Mädchen! (fuck! good girl!)" he groaned, throwing his head back, and squeezed his celeste eyes shut as he humped your cheek, in desperate strokes. "Such a good girl." Horangi purred in agreement as he replaced his best friend's hand and yanked your head back as König rushed to unbelt his pants and pulled them down, his girthy dick slapped his stomach from his fast movements. Your eyes widen at the sight, he is long, veiny, big, and has an uncut head.

Both men chuckled and smiled wickedly at your terrified expression. König pumped his cock, pre-cum drooling out of the slit on his bulbous tip, suddenly he thrusted his dick into your maw and throat, you gagged harshly, you never sucked a dick before, and if you have it wouldn't be as huge.

Horangi pushed your head forward as König drew his hips back and snapped them, causing you to gag again. The salty/ sweet pre-cum overpowered your taste buds as König used your throat as a fleshlight, a mess of saliva and pre-cum pouring down your chin, his sticky heavy, full balls smacked your chin his ginger pubes dark and wet. They smelled a little bit musky an almost addiction scent.

You peaked through your eyelashes and the sight above you had your core heat up with slick. König'd broad chest heaved and sweat glued his usual fluffy and mid-ear cut hair to his forehead, his groans and moans high-pitched in tone. His thrusts fasten, his balls tighten, and unexpectedly robes of his warm cum, painted your mouth white and forced you to swallow every drop.

Once he pulled out after staying in place, you coughed have nearly choked on his jizz. You didn't have time to rest when you were lifted from your spot on the tiled floor and pushed into Horangi's chest "Forgot about me,여자 아기? (babygirl)". He pouted before taking off your shirt, bra, and skirt and when he got to your panties, he took a deep whiff of the crotch area, his honey-brown eyes rolling back in his head as he inhaled the tang of your arousal.

You whimper as your body begins to heat up at the pervy vision of his clear satisfaction.

When your form was completed naked you shoved back into his taller, giant companion. Your back against his chest, your legs now in his forearms and hands behad your head as he lined his cock with your opening "Don't worry Schatz, I'm gonna fuck this whore of cunt till you see Sterne. (Stars)" he said before dropping you down onto it, inch by inch buried into your cunt until he was balls deep. "Scheiße!(Fuck!)" König growled and drilled his cock up. Each snap of his hips slammed his tip to your cervix, it was so fucking good! You aren't a virgin but they never had any good rhythm, never moved their hips at a good angle. You moaned feeling Horangi's pink tongue lapping at your clit, hooking into the hood and König jerked his cock at an angle that glazed your G-spot and cervix with powerful thrusts. Hornagi used the tip of his tongue to flick to his friend's movements before suckling in your swollen bud and the knot within broke, your pussy clenched and sprayed your juices onto König's dick and balls, a load of warmth filled with your cunt, thag must have been the groaning man that hold you in his arms cum.

You panted but you didn't have the time to rest as your back touched the cool tile and your leg threw over Horangi's shoulder, eyes black and hair messy like he ran his fingers through to push back his bangs that stop semi-past his eyebrows, his blue jeans off and his dick hard. His was just as thick yet not as long as Königs, the head cut, and balls heavy, ready to pour his potent in a breedable hole. He wasted no time and slammed into your wet core, Horangi leaned down, and the very motion dug himself deeply, "Is our little toy ready to get her brains fucked out?" Horangi chuckled as you whined pathetically for him to move. A second chuckle joined with his, and from your peripheral König kneeled by you, pumping his cock "Ja, she's already becoming a cock hungry whore for us." König grinned grabbed hold of your hand, and made your fist his large cock. You felt a wave of humiliation and embarrassment but that didn't last as Horangi began to jackhammer into you, grinding into your cervix, his now wet dark pubes became sticky with slick rubbed at your bud of nerves and that was enough to get your toes curling, your moans, and squeals was music to your bullies. Just as good as a song from your whimpers of pain when they hurt you.

"Goddamn bitch!" Horangi growled in pleasure, the feeling of your clenching cunt edged him closer to his climax, and he'd never admit but your pussy was the best he had so far. His pounding was harsh, fast , and precise, you gasped as he kissed you deeply, sneaking his tongue past your lips and swirling around yours. All the while König groaned at the sight, watching you become more and more cockdrunk, he bit his lip as he fucked your closed hand like your core.

With one thrust Hroangi spilled his seed into your already cum filled cunt his hips continued to jerk and stutter. You came with a powerful vengeance, your body couldn't handle it. And the void welcomed you into it's dark embrace.

(shout to @diejager and @konigsblog for making me addicted to these men)

#tw.dark content #tw: noncon #Bully!Horangi #Bully!König #könig smut #könig x reader #horangi call of duty #horangi x reader #horangi smut #könig call of duty #König x reader x Horangj #horangi x reader au #könig x reader au #horangi x you #könig x you

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