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burstinn · 5 months

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

HEADCANONS

Warnings and Notes:

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

I made this for funny

Slight nsfw

Gn reader, target audience is male

Haha face sitting

People mentioned:

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

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

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

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

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"

RIPTIDE

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

- "Sorry for huh??"

- Seems like you say on him while he slept

- "... ", "nothin"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SOAP

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- (He's actually serious)

GAZ

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

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

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

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

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

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

GHOST

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

- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry

- Oh.. Shit...

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

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

- He got hard, you noticed.

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

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

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

- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH

KÖNIG

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

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

- He just nodded..

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

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

- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny

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

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

MAKAROV

- " sit back down"

- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"

- you better sit the fuck back down on his face

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

KEEGAN

- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff

- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff

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

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

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

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

- He made you sit back down on his face

HORNAGI

-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH

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

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

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

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

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

PRICE

- would smile and assure you it's okay.

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

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

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

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

KRUEGER

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

- "Why'd you get off?"

- "huh?"

- "Sit.Back.down"

- You did

ROACH

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

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

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

- He would do it until you say yes..

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

LOGAN WALKER

- Would scream at you

- because you made him discover something about himself

- He's angry because of that

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

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

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

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

GRAVES

- Would look at you like 🤨

- Then be like 😐😒😏

- stands up and slaps your ass

- and asks you to sit on his face

Everyone mentioned

- You will face fuck them

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

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konigsblog · 7 months

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was scrolling through your blog and noticed a post where you said kruger would use your fears against you and now i have a funny idea

i'm deathly afraid of horseshoe crabs. fucking terrified. i hate them so much but the idea of him just tying me up and forcing me to look at google images of them is fucking sending me

i wish i didn't look that up 😞

but, kidnapper!krueger will 100% use your fears against you to get you listening, or to have you obedient and respectful.

he won't hesitate to sit you in his lap, gag you and bound your wrists together with rope. he forces you to keep your eyes open, otherwise he'll take it a step further and try buying something to get you listening

scared of spiders? he won't get rid of any house spiders, and might just go buy one to have it crawl all over you before crunching it with his boot.

scared of the dark? he'll lock you in the basement without a light, without anything. he might just go out of his way to sneak downstairs and jumpscare you until you're crying, apologising and telling him you'll be good !!

scared of horseshoe crabs? he'll go buy one and force you to be in the same room. maybe then you'll think twice about running off.

kidnapper!könig will scold krueger and hold you in his arms, letting you sob into chest while rubbing your back and glaring at krueger for being so, so cruel...

#orla speaks #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere #cod krueger #krueger x reader #sebastian krueger #krueger call of duty #krueger cod #krueger x you #sebastian krueger x reader #krueger x male reader #krueger x female reader

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astr0exe · 1 month

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Can you do Krueger x male reader who has a major oral fixation? A reader who wants to suck on his fingers while getting backshots from him pretty please

AGH MY FIRST KRUEGER ASK !! <3 this was funnnn agskshsksbs sorry if its short :( 🩶🫶🏻

// CW : tm!reader , oral fixation , softdom!kruger (?) , dumbification (??) , creampie , no dialouge

The pads of his fingers are rough against your tongue, your eyes are closed as you suck softly, a wistful sigh leaves your lips as your head empties, your thoughts melding together squishing and churning until they make no sense. Until the thoughts, all those stresses, dissipate, leaving your head only filled withe the man who is smirking at you. His eyes lidded as he watches you suck on his fingers pathetically. His dick is thick as it hammers into your sloppy cunt, your eyes are foggy with tears due to Krueger’s rough pace, his balls hitting your arse from behind and the hand not over your mouth is pulling your hair-keeping you in place for him.

Kruegers groans and your muffled shouts are all you can hear, your drool is running down your face and his large fingers. Your orgasm hits you suddenly, caught up in the pleasure as you mindlessly suck on Kruegers fingers. Krueger is losing it at the sight before him, his pretty boy sucking on his large fingers.. He can’t help himself as he cums deep inside your sopping cunt, your sobs of pleasure are loud even whilst muffled. Arse flush with his hips as he slowly and softly lets go of your hair, removing his now drenched fingers from your mouth whilst his cock softens inside of you.

Your mind is hazy as you come back to your senses, blinking your bleary eyes noticing you are in bed cuddled up with Krueger. You sigh content with the position, curling your arms around his large frame as you fall back asleep soundly.

#cod krueger #x trans male reader #cod x reader #cod x male reader #x transmasc reader #cod smut #cod fanfic #krueger x reader #krueger x you #krueger cod #krueger smut #krueger x y/n #krueger x male reader #cas speaks

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luci4theminorannoyance · 3 months

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Hihi, I hope you’re having a good day/night! If it’s no bother, can you please write Velikan, Gaz, Krueger, Keegan, ghost and roach with m!reader who’s emotionally and physically abused by his family but feels far too guilty to get out of the situation?

No pressure of course!! You don’t have to write this and I do apologise if it’s uncomfortable. I don’t know your character limit, so don’t worry if you can’t write for them all!! I’m happy with whoever you choose to write, if you do at all. I do appreciate all that you write, so please don’t feel bad if you’re unable to complete this request!!!

a/n: of course sure id love to! I’ve recently been trying to little down the characters I do per writing since I have around 30 requests still sitting around in my drafts 😭

Gaz:

-any time he sees a mark on you or listens to you tell him about your situation he can feel his heart shatter.. he’s always feeling so bad for you

-he adores you so much, your his boyfriend! He’s always been an empath and it hurts him so much

-he wants you safe, he wants you away from the people who hurt you and he knows he can’t force you to do that no matter how much he wanted for it

Krueger:

-if he was ever there he would have been utterly livid, utterly angry. Your his lover, you’ve melted away his walls and your one of the few your open to; so to see you hurt and to see you treated without the respect and love he knows you deserve

-isn’t a very good listener but would listen to you for hours upon hours to make you feel better, he’d kiss every bruise if he could

ghost:

-he tries to act cool and calm about everything like he always does but he’s honestly so worried about you

-he hates to see you hurt, hates to see you in pain of any kind, and he hate hate hates to see anything like this happen to you

-oh how he wishes he could just pick you up and protect you from the world like a shield.. but for now all he can do is encourage and comfort you any way he can think of

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iblameashley · 8 months

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Krueger's Secret

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,371 words

Content: Fluff.

Sebastian Krueger | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

In the wake of a devastating hurricane, amidst the chaos of a relief centre, you cross paths with the peculiar volunteer, Krueger. Unbeknownst to him, you see through his military cover. What begins as a playful exchange soon turns into a budding relationship.

(This was inspired loosely by the hurricane I just dealt with)

You thought it was pretty amusing when 'Josef' appeared as a volunteer in the relief centre after the hurricane. Despite his attempts to 'blend in' with the rest of the civilians, you recognized his silhouette and demeanour instantly as one of the military men who had been brought in to secure the area while relief workers did their thing.

You had to be 'escorted' away when you resisted. He had firmly gripped your arm and dragged you to safety, but in the process you managed to get his name from him. At least, the name he was willing to give you.

But what really gave him away was his voice – his accent – you remembered it clearly from when he ordered you to move to safety a day or so earlier.

He moved around the relief centre with purpose, helping wherever he could; moving supplies, assisting people with mobility issues, treating simple wounds, and you thought you even saw him donate some blood.

And then you felt him hovering behind you. His gaze burned holes into the back of your head as you organized supply bins to hand out.

You slowly turned to face him with a curious, and perhaps anxious look.

He stood there with his arms crossed, his short, dirty-blond hair brushed to the side and his piercing brown eyes staring you down.

“...can I help you?” You asked a bit timidly.

He tilted his head and studied you for a moment. “I was told to help.” He replied.

'German?' You asked yourself. You shook the thought from your head.

“Ah, well...” You acknowledged, “Its pretty simple, grab a bin, pack in the supplies, and hand it off to the helper on the other side.” You explain.

He steps up to the table beside you and studies the bin.

“Well organized.” He says flatly. He turns to the boxes of supplies around him and begins to pack them into the bin exactly as you had in yours.

He quickly falls into a steady pace of packing supplies and handing them off to the helpers, his training and attention to detail clearly on display. You can't help but wonder if he's showing off a bit.

You can't help but notice the glances he gives you as he works, but you keep your eyes focused on the task at hand.

You both worked diligently over the course of the next two hours or so, amidst the chaos of the relief centre, organizing and packaging supplies as necessary. It was unavoidable that you would start to return those glances he gave you, his intense eyes shifting to a more calm and curious look.

As the workload began to ebb, and the packages were loaded onto trucks for delivery, you decided to risk it and strike up a conversation.

“You know,” You muttered as you tilted your head to look at him. “It's not every day we get someone as efficient as you volunteering at a relief centre.” You commented with certainty. “Though it's not every day you need such a large relief effort for a hurricane.” You added, pursing your lips.

He paused for a moment to think about it.

“I believe in doing my part.” He replied simply. His rugged looks giving no hint of his true thoughts.

“You likely have a background to handle such situations, though, yeah?” You probe.

He gives you a suspicious look, and you worry for a moment that you may have offended or overstepped.

His eyes look away from you and off into the distance as he processes your words.

“I have been in situations like this before, yes.” He nods assertively. “You quickly learn to pay attention to the details. Respond fast and efficiently.”

“Well you've certainly been fast and efficient today.” You beam as you seal the last bin to be shipped off.

You turn to him and place a hand on the table as he pushes one last bin off as well.

“Lets go take a break.” You insist.

He paused, caught off guard by your suggestion. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. “I'm fine.” He replied in a measured tone.

He was clearly lying.

Undeterred, you pestered him again, “Come on, everyone needs a break. And we're done our current task... there's time for a bite to eat and relax before we jump to the next problem.”

He grunted as he struggled to find a reason to resist. “Alright.” He conceded. “Just a short one, though.” He nodded.

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

You both made your way to the small volunteer break area where some simple tables and folding chairs had been set up. There were a few stations that offered sandwiches, veggies, coffee and tea.

After you both grabbed some food and something to drink, you made your way to an empty table.

“Whats your name?” You asked. You of course remembered the name he gave you, but he seemed to still be under the impression he had blended in.

“Josef.” He said, his accent thicker with the pronunciation. “Josef Krueger.”

“Pleasure to officially meet you, Josef Krueger.” You replied, extending a hand to him.

Krueger cautiously accepted your hand in his and gave it a firm shake. He nodded before biting into his sandwich.

“Your accent... is it German?” You inquire as you pick away at your food. “Do you speak it?”

"Ja, ich spreche fließend Deutsch." Krueger answered with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What brings you so far from home?” You queried. “Aside from the hurricane relief.” You smile. Still pretending you didn't know he was military.

Krueger leaned back in the chair and ate his sandwich with a peculiar look in his eyes.

You could see a playful flicker in his eyes.

“Something tells me you already know.” Krueger replied curtly. "Du bist sehr aufmerksam für einen Zivilisten."

You squint a little as your brain processes the words. You don't speak German, but you can infer enough to figure it out.

“Well, I have a knack for picking up on things.” You confidently reply. You take a long sip of tea and raise an eyebrow at him. "For a civilian."

Kruegers eyes widen a bit as you speak, a hint of amusement painted on his face. “How long have you known?” He finally inquires. “How long have you been playing this charade?”

You watch as he tenses his jaw, though he doesn't seem angry.

“The moment I saw you strutting around the relief area.” You admit with a lazy shrug.

Krueger couldn't help but be intrigued by your observational skills - not to mention you never let on you knew his 'secret' until this conversation - he realized his ability to maintain his anonymity had been torpedoed with you, and it piqued his interest. A lot.

“So what's your story?” He questions with an amused tone. “Some kind of spy?”

He leaned forward and rested his arms on the table, staring you down with a devilish look.

You wave your hand dismissively. “Nothing so grandiose.” You reply, shaking your head. “I'm just good at paying attention to the details.”

Krueger takes a deep breath as he processes your words, searching for a hint of deceit. You seem genuine.

“Hmph.” He grunts. He leans back in his chair. “Well, then... what other things have you observed about me today?” He questions.

You take another long drink from your mug.

“Guess if you want to find that out, you can take me for a drink or two.” You smile.

Kruegers gaze lingered on you, much softer than it was before. He was excited and curious to find out just who you were under it all. Someone who could so easily see through his disguise, and yet, be bold and fearless enough to call him out on it, albeit in a mischievous way.

"Es ist gut, dass du nicht nur mutig, sondern auch süß bist." Krueger replies with a chuckle. He shook his head. “I guess I will be treating you to a drink or two.” He conceded.

“Great!” You reply with excitement. “I know a great place we can go once the power is back on.” You advise him.

'This should be fun.' He thought to himself.

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crazymr · 8 months

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"For the person who stole my drink at the club..."

(BONUS?)

Requested by @isaactheterrible

I might draw more of Krueger.. and maybe draw him standing with Ghostie and König cough...

Didn't really like the result.. so will do more of Femboy! Krueger (and more characters ofc) for more practice!! :D

I should add in my bio "love to draw slvts"

#art #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x male reader #cod krueger #cod x reader #krueger x reader #krueger cod #krueger x male reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Krueger : Danger is my middle name.

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

Y/N : Your name is cutie-pie.

Y/N, boops his nose & giggles :

Krueger, a literal war criminal :

Krueger, country’s most wanted man :

Krueger, who escaped from KSK Custody :

Krueger, who fled the country :

Krueger, has identities :

Krueger, “accidentally” killed innocent civilians :

Krueger, is Y/N’s cutie-pie :

Krueger, smiles at the thought of it : ☺️

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Sebastian Krueger #Cod Krueger #Sebastian Krueger x male reader #Sebastian Krueger x fem reader #Sebastian Krueger x gn reader #Sebastian Krueger x you #Sebastian Krueger x reader #Sebastian Krueger x oc #Original : Steven Universe #This man deserves more attention 😤👏🧎‍♀️🙏#🪼 | Can I get a kiss? | And can you make it last forever?

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circusmania · 4 months

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

Btw i love your writing😊

Yandere!Michael Myers x GN!Reader ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

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

Muah Muah 🖤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your door was ajar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hvman-scvm · 4 months

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Hi, I heard you were taking requests. Do you write for Krüeger (cod) by any chance? If so, do you have any headcannons Yandere Krüeger x male military reader and how such a relationship might work out?

I do !! :) I didn’t mean 4 this 2 b so short but studying squeezed all the creativity out my brain

!! CW ;; typical yandere stuff, krueger is a bit manipulative, I went by the traditional / og meaning of yandere !!

🔪— yandere ! Krueger who, unlike lots of other yanderes, needed some time for his obsession to flow. It started when your units were sent on a mission 2gether and naturally, he gravitated 2wards the unit’s leader; you.

🔪— he treats you like you belong to him, even if you aren’t in a romantic relationship yet, because he decided you belong to him the moment he felt the nauseating feeling of lovesickness in his guts.

🔪— a relationship would b so hard because of your busy schedules, and he despises it. He’s highly considered kidnapping you but paranoia crept up on him, making him worry abt all the possibilities of you getting hurt while he’s away on deployment.

🔪— he’s always hovering over you when he can, scaring away any potential recruits tht might get a little too brave w you. And even if they did, this sets a target on their head.

🔪— he’s a very straightforward man, and he straight up told you how he felt; no matter if you accept or not, you’re his. This man is not afraid 2 lyk tht he’ll kill 4 you (and he prob did)

🔪— can b cruel and manipulative; lovebombing you, feeding you paranoid thoughts tht others are after you and only he is capable of protecting you, gaslighting you in2 thinking tht his obsession is your fault. But he won’t hurt you physically, you aren’t one of his enemies, you don’t deserve tht. Unless, yk, you like being hurt then he’s more than happy 2 oblige.

🔪— if you accept his love, as intense and insane it is, it wld b easier 4 you then if you didn’t; he’s not afraid 2 use force. You will love him. Doesn’t matter how much manipulation he has to use, or how many rivals he has 2 kill, he will have you. And by openly accepting him before it gets to tht point, you spare yourself a whole psychological battle between you and him.

🔪— not the jealous type, but he’s extremely possessive, and is very open about it.

🔪— like I said in one of the previous HCs, a relationship w him wld b hard bcuz of you two’s job. He’s alway sending you letters tht may or may not b stained w some blood whenever one or the both of you are deployed, and expects you 2 send letters back giving exact details on yourself, like your location and mental being, etc.

🔪— once both of you are free, he makes you cuddle w him. Like, bro just wraps his strong ass arms around you and keeps you in place so tht you can’t move a muscle.

🔪— it’s a possibility tht he’d use trackers on you, especially since he can’t keep an eye on you w your schedules n all.

🔪— uses force 2 get his way, whether it’s physical or not.

🔪— uses your fears against you and then disguises himself as your “savior” 2 get you 2 b reliant on him. As in, he’d put ypu in situations where you’re faced w your fears and come 2 your rescues. Doesn’t matter how irrational or bad the fear is. Scared of the dark ? You get trapped in a dark closet after “some rookie” pushed you in, only 4 Sebastian 2 come help you out. Scared of dying ? Your unit is killed off one by one by a “sniper” and you get fatally shot due 2 a lack of coverage, luckily Sebastian has came 2 cover you and practically saved your life. Scared of bugs ? Suddenly a lot more seem 2 appear in your room, and (rather suspiciously) Sebastian seems 2 b always around 2 kill them 4 you. At the end he’d always remind you in his thick, German accent tht you need him around, etc.

#cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #🥩.hcs #sebastian krueger x male reader #sebastian krueger

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burstinn · 6 months

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REQUEST!

as a male!Reader, I feel very represented in your works,

could you write a male!Reader that’s really tall? Like, humongous? In hight, and body? (In the military as well)

I always see male!Readers that are so small and tiny and baby.

like, no. You get me? Just saying. Thanks!

Male! Reader with the height and body of a goddamn Monster.

(Headcanons)

Note: some mentions on top reader but I like to keep it ambiguous. So you can read it as a switch! Reader. This is a quick drabble of some Hcs

People shown: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Keegan, Graves, Nikto, König, Horangi, Logan Walker,Roach, Makarov, Krueger

-Reader is 6'5.

-Basically built like the Russian terminator guy

GHOST

- Got shocked when he first saw you, wanted to seem more intimidating than you.

-So he puffed out his chest and glared at you.. Bro wants to challenge you nahh 😭😭🙏🙏

-You would fold him tho ngl (in the ring and in bed fr fr)

-when he got comfortable with you kinda jealous his title of the big, tall intimidating man got taken away.

-When you sparred with Ghost it was a tough fight but you managed to get Ghost in a chokehold wrapping one of your tough bulging sexy ass arms around Ghost's neck.

-Never knew he wanted to be man handled so bad it was Hot he had to excuse himself and run off because he got hard.

-Starts imaging if your cock is just as big.. Spoiler alert.. It is..

SOAP

-Looks at you then Ghost mind blown that there was someone more humongous than Ghost

-Teased Ghost for awhile

-Drools over your pecs..

-He totally dreams of being crushed by you..

Or being crushed between Ghost and you.. Or both..

-Asks if he could feel your guns (Your arms..)

(IT COULD ALSO BE YOUR HUGE THROBBING CO-)

-Keeps glancing at your cock. Even though it's clothed.. I mean look at you.. Your manhood is basically too tight for your pants he can literally see your outline.

-Soap asked if he could measure your Length.. So he could see how far it could go inside of him YK?! YOU UNDERSTAND.

GAZ

-More interested than having dirty thoughts.

-Keeps asking how you got that big

-Wants to be just as strong as you

-Cutie patootie (T_T)

-Basically hangs around you to see how you work

-Even follows you so he could watch you train and spar

-Asks about your diet and if how your body looks is genetic

-inspired by you. Like a child (😭😭WHALUAAHHAH GAZZ)

PRICE

-Beneficial for him I mean he gets to have another soldier that's just as intimidating as Ghost.. Maybe even more.

-Is like a proud father

-Talks to everyone about you and how bla bla bla

-Trains with you

-He'd show you tricks and tips on how he trains and you show him tips and tricks on how you train

-Probably has a picture of you at his desk.. Beside the other pictures of his other not biological family. Aka. The whole 141..basically has a pic of everyone they all family up in 'ere

KEEGAN

-Heh.. Yknow.. Pictures..

-In the showers in lockers makes sure he's there near so he can see you in all your glory

-Probably had wet dreams about you

-Also makes sure he's there when your training. It's not like he's obvious everyone there is fuckin watching you

-What's that? You wearing a compression shirt? 🤨🤨 nuh uh in the sex chamber you go 👉

-Touching, touching, touching EVERYTHING

NIKTO

-Quiet

-What the fuck

-Silent panicking

-Jealous very jealous

-Compares himself to you, would train harder just so he can look like you (bb nooo 😭😭)

-Would watch also how you train your body so he could copy it

-You caught him once training in the middle of the night.. And he's using your technique on how you use the punching bags.. He's just getting some stuff wrong..

-When he notices you he got.. Slightly embarrassed and angry.. Panicked inside when you came closer asking him if he was using your technique in training

-You trained him properly on how you do it.

-so like now.. You train him in the middle of the night..

GRAVES

-same as price shows you off but more in an annoying way

-Hes boasting

-Would face you off against his strongest shadows no diff you still win.. Yuuuhhh

-Subtle touching like hand on shoulder, arm, head whatever.

KÖNIG

-Relieved that he has someone that looks like him.. Albeit slightly shorter.. Still!

-Got nervous meeting you first.. Forced himself to act tough to impress you I mean he is a colonel

-Makes sure to be in missions with you. Wants to see you in your most serious and intimidating

-Got intimidated himself once he saw how you act on field

-Tries to be on your good side the whole time

-One day he was watching you and just started thinking about YOU KNOWWW!!

-Blasphemous! He got red and cried to Horangi about it

HORANGI

-You know about this guy

-He's silly

-He'd read fanfics thinking it's him and you

-he'd make fanfics too, about you and him maybe adds König

-Shows it to König all proud and shit as if König isn't looking at him with absolute horror in his face when he reads what Horangi wants to do with you or you with him.

-He's delusional

-Slapped your ass and blamed it on someone else that's near him. It was König.

-Is it as veiny as your arms? A man can only dream.

-gives you a soda can and tells you to crush it in your arms.. Better yet in between your legs.

-Would then tell you like "good now do my head"

-PlEASE let him be between your thighs

LOGAN WALKER

-Rolled his eyes when he saw you

-Avoids you like the plague

-Why doesn't he like you? No idea. He a big pussy bitch is what. He sad you get more dick n pussy than him.

-Complained about you to Hesh

-He may not like you. He can't lie tho. You are good at your job so like he can't do anything about that

MAKAROV

-Sex Chamber. Now.

ROACH

-Quiet around you..

-Looks up at you like a damn bug. It's cute. He likes it when he looks up at you

-He'd jump on you and crawls around like a cockroach

-haha funi jok

-Would use your shoulder as a seat.

-If you do pushups he'd be on top of your back

ALEX KELLER

-Oh..

-Audible gulp sound (haha he's drinking your seme-)

KRUEGER

-Curses in German

-Dreaming about HAHAHAHAAHAH

-If he's fingering his gun to clean it he just.. Thinks..

-If he sees YOU finger your gun to clean it.. That's it he's done.

-He's dragging you somewhere

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konigsblog · 6 months

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please we miss kidnapper!krueger and how evil he is :(((

i have to write more about toxic!dadbod!price, pornstar!price, kidnapper!könig and other concepts from may :(

// punishments, harn inflicted into reader, NON-CON

kidnapper!krueger, like i've said before, is ruthless with his punishments. to feel him grind against you in the shower, rubbing your clit and excusing it as ‘cleaning you’. he wants to get all the dirt off of your body, the dirt that accumulated onto your precious skin when you weren't with him.

he doesn't stop for a second, despite how you pull your hand away from him. he won't hesitate to scare you into tears, piss yourself from fear as he throws something at you – perhaps an animal, insect – forcing your face into his boot and even punching you. rope burns on your skin and your body, causing you to cling to any human interaction.

watching you grind against your pillow during the night. back arched and panties soaked, fucking you until you can't take much more, leaving you without aftercare and a sore cunt and ass due to his balls slapping against your ass.

you wake up late? that deserves a beating.

you didn't follow an order? you'll be locked in the cage.

you insult him? you're practically asking to be screamed at, liebling.

#orla speaks #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere #krueger x reader #cod krueger #sebastian krueger #krueger call of duty #krueger cod #krueger x you #sebastian krueger x reader #krueger x male reader

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supercap2319 · 7 months

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Y/N's face was drenched in sweat and his hair was practically permanently glued to his skull as he walked around the catwalk of the boiler room with a level of uncertainty, anger, and worry.

He could sense two presences somewhere in this maze of boiler fires and metal. Both of whom he was anxious to find. One in particular wouldn't like it when Y/N caught them.

The sound of something scraping against the metal walls echoed all around him as he came to the end of the road so to speak, and in the center of said end was one of the people he had been searching for.

"The little piggy finally came home." The raspy voice said as they turned to reveal horror movie icon Freddy Krueger in all his burned face pizza glory.

"Let him go, Krueger." Y/N said, eyes glowing red and powerful.

Freddy laughed at his demand. "Your wish.... Is my command!" With a wave of his hand, Freddy revealed a captured Peter Parker hanging over a flaming hell pit. One by one the very things that were keeping Peter bound, let him go as he fell towards the fiery embers of hell.

"No!" With a glowing red hand, Y/N suspended Peter in mid-air. With the other, he blasted back the dream demon as he fell with an audible thud. Y/N looks at Peter and hugs him. "Are you okay?"

"Thanks to you I am. How do we get out of here? Click our heels three times?"

"We have to wake up. Come on, we're going."

"Oh you little fuckers aren't going anywhere." Freddy growled as his chest had a hole through it from where Y/N blasted him with chaos magic. He waved his hands over his wound and it disappeared. "In dreams I am..... Forever! Two bad you two aren't." He raised his razor bladed glove.

"Run!" Y/N grabbed Peter's hand and they ran as Freddy's evil laugh echoed in their shared nightmare.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland #Tom Holland x male reader #spiderman #Spiderman x male reader #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #robert englund #crossover #for halloween

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noxnephilim · 1 year

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slashers going to the grocery with their s/o?

SHOPPING RUN

The "Rich and gentlemen " who only buy premium quality items, but will let you absolutely be in charge because it's funny to see you smile, all giddy about doing something so mundane. Yes, if you beg hard enough they'll let you buy some trash food. They secretly enjoy them too, but will never tell you upfront

JESSE CROMEANS, HANNIBAL LECTER

The one who planned this thing weeks in advance and let's you come with him just because you have been a good pet. He still is in charge, but he enjoys some down time with you close enough to make everyone jealous.

ASA EMORY, Bo Sinclair

The " I'll make you a list long enough to become a scarf" and let you go do your business without them actively participating, just because.

BO SINCLAIR, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, MICHAEL MYERS

The one who would love to come with you,but they fear to be judged by the public too much. They're so sweet they will be there when you come back to help with the bags

VINCENT SINCLAIR, JASON VORHEES

The one who will likely bully you lovingly throughout the day, preventing you to effectively make a good run to the store. You still get things done, but it's hard

FREDDY KRUEGER

#slashers x male reader #slasher community #slashers x gn reader #slashers fanfiction #slashers imagine #hannibal #the collector #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #vincent sinclair #jesse cromeans #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #michael myers

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iblameashley · 5 months

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At Your Pace

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,200 words Content: Toxic relationship, Trauma (implied), Shame, Depression, Happy Ending

Sebastian Krueger | Male

!!!SFW!!!

Old habits are hard to break, and so is the fear that comes from leaving a toxic relationship and the baggage that comes with it. Your new boyfriend, Sebastian Krueger isn't like your last coupe of relationships though. Despite being a stoic soldier to most, he's actually rather caring when it comes to you.

You woke to the rays of golden sunlight piercing through the curtains of your bedroom. For a moment, you just lay there, lost in the stillness and the light. There was no alarm blaring, telling you to jump into action, nor was there angry shouts echoing through the apartment. For the first time in months, it was calm – a feeling you had almost forgotten could exist.

You rolled over in bed to find the space next to you empty and cold. You were shocked when the feeling of disappointment didn't appear. He was gone. He was gone for months now, and for the first time you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

The smell of coffee being freshly brewed perked your senses and encouraged you to get out of bed. It took a moment for you to remember, but your new boyfriend had stayed the night. Sebastian Krueger, soldier, mystery man and doting boyfriend.

You embarrassingly had 'an episode' as you called them. You had broken a plate last night while cleaning up, and started to panic expecting Sebastian to react like him. You profusely apologize – for breaking your own plate – and Sebastian just stood there, confused and worried as the tears had welled in your eyes.

“Hey... Liebling, why are you crying?” He has asked in his gravelly, but tender tone as he approached you.

You had felt like a complete idiot explaining to him that you were sorry you so clutzy and that it wouldn't happen again; which only served to confuse him more.

“Did you cut yourself?” He as asked trying to make sense of the situation. His hands grabbed yours and he examined them carefully, looking for scrapes or blood.

Looking back on it now, as you planted your feet on the cold floor of the bedroom, it was almost comical. You spent the better part of a half-hour in a panic trying to explain to Sebastian what the problem was, waiting for his voice or hand to raise in your direction.

It never happened.

Sebastian simply closed the distance between you two and gave you a long, warm hug and rubbed your back. “Shh, liebling. Its just a plate, its not important.” He consoled you.

After releasing you from his embrace, Sebastian simply moved you out of the way and carefully cleaned up the broken pieces.

As you approached the kitchen, Sebastian stood at the counter, focused on pouring you both a perfect cup of coffee. He was still wearing his clothes from last night, and they cut an impressive figure – the strong lines of his shoulders, and muscular frame were clear even from a distance.

You looked over at the couch to see he had already folded the sheets and stacked the pillows neatly too. You smirked and shook your head. He never would have done, that. He... never would have settled for the couch.

When he finally noticed your arrival, he turned and gave you a soft smile. “Guten Morgen, hübscher.” His piercing brown eyes scanned you intently.

“Good morning,” You replied with a yawn.

You grabbed the mug of coffee and gave an appreciative nod. The coffee smelled almost as invigorating as Sebastian.

“Are you hungry? I've started making some omelettes.” He asked as he turned back to the task at hand.

“I am.” You mumbled. You blew on the coffee before taking a long sip.

You worked your way over to the kitchen table and took a seat, watching Sebastian cook breakfast for the both of you.

You felt guilty and a knot that formed in your stomach. Sebastian was your guest, he was your boyfriend and you were supposed to wait on him. Right?

You gave him a weak smile as he placed the food down and sat opposite of you. “Enjoy.” Is all he said before digging in.

You watched him from across the table – saw how he methodically chopped and chewed every bite, his gaze focused on his plate. He definitely ate like a soldier.

It made you uncomfortable; the calmness of it all, like the build up to a fight.

Your fork scraped across your plate and Sebastian's attention focused on you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked in a calm voice.

Talk about what? Last night? Or the mounting insecurity of this breakfast?

You parted you lips to say something, and then let out a sigh. You frowned and looked down at your plate. “I'm sorry.” You murmured as you played with the last of your – admittedly delicious – omelette.

“For what?” Sebastian inquired with a furrowed brow.

He placed his fork down on his plate before sliding it out of the way. He rested his arms on the table and leaned in, and he waited attentively for an answer.

“For me.” You finally shrugged. How could he not see it? You were the problem in the last few relationships. “For... not being a better boyfriend to you.”

That took him by surprise and he sat back in the chair with a confused and shocked look in his eyes.

“You're a wonderful boyfriend.” He contested with a shake of his head. "You've made this old soldier feel special."

'Old.' It was nearly enough to make you laugh.

“But I broke the plate last night, and you cleaned it up. You slept over, and slept on the couch. You woke up and made us coffee and breakfast.” You replied as you listed your most recent failures.

Sebastian let out a gruff laugh and shook his head again. It made you a little angry, like you were being dismissed.

“Accidents happen, liebling. I'm just happy you weren't hurt. And I enjoyed making coffee and breakfast for you.” Sebastian retorted with a smirk. "I like taking care of you! I like making you happy!"

He leaned back in and rested his elbows on the take.

“As for sleeping on the couch...” His eyes held a glint of mischief, “I slept on the couch out of respect for your personal space, but I'd be happy to join you tonight if you really want me to.” he remarked in a seductive tone.

You damn near choked on your coffee.

Sebastian laughed loudly as he reached across the table to take your hand in his. “Liebling, I am happy with the way our relationship has developed.” He confided as his thumb worked its way over the back of your hand. “I know your last boyfriend was cruel to you, but I promise I will never treat you like that. I will never raise my hand or fist to you. I will give you any space you need to feel comfortable. If that means sleeping on the couch, that's fine. I'll still get to see you in the morning over breakfast.”

“But what about what you want?” You inquired, your voice low and shaky.

“What I want is to be with you. As I said, you make me feel special.” Sebastian's words carried a sincerity you weren't used to. “All I care about is that you tell me what you need, when you need it, okay?”

He gripped your hand in his own firmly.

“But what if I fuck up?” You ask timidly.

“Then you fuck up, and we work it out together.” Sebastian shrugged. "That's what partners do, yes?"

“You really mean it? You really like being with me? You're okay with taking things at my pace?” You prodded him more, still in disbelief.

Sebastian gave a curt nod. “I mean all of it.”

“Then... could we... cuddle on the couch later?” You flashed an uncertain smile.

Sebastian's eyes lit up, “I would love to cuddle with you, liebling!” He exclaimed. “It feels like a good Saturday to be a bit lazy, sit on the couch and have a cuddle.”

The knot in your stomach didn't go away entirely, but you could feel it loosen. Maybe this time was different. You took another long look at Sebastian's rugged feature. Sebastian was different. You knew that much, so maybe things would work out differently this time... with a little work.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ An escape or the last stand ~

warning for all chapters : Minors don't interact please this is really not for you. This is a dark fanfiction the whole thing is Dead Dove : Do not eat content. Mental Instability , blood & violence , kidnapping , sexual assault , rape , threesome , blood kink , obsession , injury , Predator/Prey , Angst , smut , Jealousy , dark themes , sexual fantasy , blood kink , knife play , just the normal hardcore Slasher things

Summary : The wedding ceremony in the church is done. But so quickly husbands can change. She now her wife. Your prey. your obsession, your property. To the wedding belongs the night. The night when the husband sleeps with his chosen one. But when one is cursed again. How will the actual beautiful night turn out. and will they treat her well or stick a knife in her heart?

next chapter, masterlist

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For a moment everything was quiet in the church and she thought that was it now. Either it was all just a sick dream of Freddy or maybe she was already dead. But when Eddie approached her and knelt down in front of her, the girl took a step back. ,,No, darling, it's just the ring," Eddie purred, pulling out a small box. Then he took her hand and almost all the presents fell down. Which is why she stood there, slightly tense, trying not to drop Micheal's knife and risk a bleeding foot.

With one swift movement the ring was on her finger and the cold metal filled in a sick way to her shame.

Eddie stood up and looked down at his bride with a smile. ,,You may now kiss your bride given in marriage before God," they heard the priest say.

She wanted to move away from here but when she felt Eddie's hand on her back and how he pulled her towards him she knew it was inevitable. ,,My beautiful wife" he whispered to her before he put his lips on hers.

To her surprise there was a mix of love and almost shyness in the kiss as he let go of her lips. I will never get out of here again she thought desperately and escaped Eddie's grip. He had let go of her and Y/N was pushed against the altar. Only then did she notice the alert eyes of the others and her fear tightened her throat.

They no longer looked at her as a human being, they saw her as their obsession. She was their new exquesite prey. She knew that meat that had to be hunted tasted better than store-bought. Suddenly the men rose and Eddie held out his hand to her. ,,Come my flower, it's time for the wedding night," he said cheerfully and gave her a smile.

But she didn't feel like rejoicing, she felt like screaming and crying. Panic gripped her body, but with the dress and all the gifts she would not get far, she had to admit to herself.

When Eddie became impatient and took her hand, he pulled her as gently as he could between his changes, first behind and then beside him. The silent killers Jason , Michael , Thomas and Vincent walked behind the couple and cut her off to the rear.

Billy and Stu as well as Bo and Brahms walked in front of them and the four of them kept looking back at her. She was clearly aware of the grinning and whispering and it made her uncomfortable.

Next to her and Eddie walked Freddy and Pennywise and she heard the rubbing of the blades and the popcorn smell of the clown. It was a strange mixture between dust, blood, musty and dirty hung the sweetly tantalizing smell she loved as a child. ,,Like a stupid animal," Pennywise muttered and the balloon on her wrist magically moved slightly left and right.

The way out of the church compartment was much too fast for her and she felt nervousness taking over her body with every step. It was horrible to run towards her fate without being able to do anything.

The only thing she prayed for was that they wouldn't all jump on her at the same time. Otherwise she would probably prefer the jump out of the window or her husband's knife sooner than she thought.

The move to the main building was barely visible but she knew from the small twitch on Eddie's hand that his anticipation was rising. ,,Almost there, sweetheart" she heard the dirty giggle of Bo who let his eyes wander down her form.

It wasn't until they turned into the hallway and she recognized the door to her room where she fainted that she tried to escape his grasp. ,,Please-please don't no," she begged Eddie who had a firm grip on her hand. He stopped abruptly and looked at her in confusion.

His eyes shone a strange mixture of incomprehension and confusion. ,,But darling, what is it? I promise it will be beautiful. Just think of the children, they will look as beautiful as you, my dear," he tried to cheer her up in his own way.

At the word children, she looked at Eddie, startled. I'm as good as dead, was all she could think of, and fear gripped her. She knew that if she didn't kill herself, it would come out later anyway, and then she would be of no use to the murderers. ,,I-ehm..." she stammered, but fell silent and hung her head slightly.

The light flickered in the hallway and the shadows of the eleven people looked monstrous. She was the Lamb, and the others were the big bad wolf, snarling and licking its teeth at the meat. All at once Eddie's hand stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

But the look that was confused before was now fixating as if he didn't want to let her go. ,,Honey are you still a virgin?" he asked her and a smile that reminded her of obsession scared her.

Before she could even explain the situation, the dream demon interrupted her. ,,My little one is certainly not a virgin anymore, sorry to spoil your fun," came from Freddy who gave a dark chuckle and his face came out from under his hat.

Suddenly Eddie let go of her and took a step towards Freddy.His expression changed completely and he seemed to be completely out of it. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.

Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Freddy dodged with a grin and the blades came out of one of Eddie's knives. This is my only chance she thought with a jerk, dropping everything but the knife she was clutching and running past the distracted killers.

In fact, Michael and Jason seemed to be expecting her and tried to grab her. She ducked and her hands clutched the white dress which tore at her legs with a jerk.

She heard Eddie shouting something after her, but she just kept running.

She felt ironic about the whole situation. A few hours ago or more, she didn't know, she had already run away once and now she was running around again in a broken wedding dress.

It was cold and goosebumps formed on her skin it was uncomfortable she hated it. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. But she knew she had to get to the elevator to reach the top floor to find the exit and get to her car.

A tour of each floor was like a tour of wherever you started, you would always come back to the elevator, or so she hoped. So she ran on, clutching the knife and still unsullied, no blood on the blade but that would soon change.

She heard footsteps behind her and she knew it was all just a matter of time until they had her. ,,Come back now, darling!" she heard the cry of Eddie, who had apparently left Freddy earlier than expected. She thought for a moment, but no matter how many times she went through the scenario, she never had a chance against any of the eleven. Especially against the clown she was as good as powerless. She would not get her fear under control here.

She turned the corner and she hoped that it would not take long until she came to the elevator. But when she heard a crack in the wall, she gulped.

It's Brahms, she thought, and walked away from the wall.It was true that she might not be able to do anything against the killers, but she had to at least try to escape, otherwise it would be the only thing she would ever have known.

As said before, Brahms came out of the wall with a leap and tried to grab her. However, since the girl was too far away, he reached into the void. ,,Come back to me, I'll be good too!" he assured her, but his tone became vicious and she sobbed.

Her lungs and legs were racing and the fabric of her dress was getting more and more ragged from the poor sewing. When she arrived at a room she knew that hiding and waiting was the best option. She closed the door and walked backwards into the room. But it was dark and she could not see her hand in front of her eyes.

She was only aware of her own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. The knife was still held convulsively. ,,My little one, come back to your husband," she heard it whisper before a tongue ran across her cheek. She recoiled from Freddy and ran toward the door, knocking over a stack of chairs to block the way. ,,You really think little Y/N is going to stop me, stupid girl?" he shouted after her, laughing which increased her heartbeat.

She ran on and prayed that she would finally reach the elevator.

She was hardly aware of the spider webs around her until she began to get tangled in them and they began to cover her arms and legs, and she cut them with her knife. ,,My...wife, there you are, come to Pennywise," the redhead quipped, and she ducked away under a claw. ,,Leave me alone you miserable clown!" she screamed at him and tried to hit him with the blade as she couldn't find any other way to get out of here. Only when she saw the clown's glowing eyes did she back away in fear. He began to drool as if he were feasting on her performance.

,,So juicy and delicious come here my Y/N" he demanded and made a leap towards her. Out of survival instinct, she raised the knife and held it protectively in front of her. She heard the tearing of cloth and bells followed by an amused giggle.

When she looked, the knife was up to the hilt in the clown's chest and a misty mass came out. ,,This has all become much more interesting. Run, my wife, entertain me. Come on, run!" he shouted at her and in one movement the spider threads disappeared. Pennywise took a step backwards and escaped the blade before disappearing into the darkness. ,,What's going on here?" she muttered and looked around. Everything the clown had brought had disappeared, but she was glad that he had let go of her.

She made a relieved noise when she saw the elevator a few meters ahead of her. She slammed the grate of the elevator shut and let herself fall against the wall before pressing the button for the top floor.

But startled, she opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. ,,Darling, come here now. Come back to me...now!" Eddie shouted at her, his hands shaking the elevator. ,,I-no, please go away," she stammered, pressing herself harder against the wall of the elevator. ,,I'm not done with you yet. You're not going to break up our marriage!" he called after her before the elevator went up.

Trembling but relieved to finally get upstairs, she breathed in and out. Everything will be fine, just don't lose your nerve, she reminded herself, knowing that if she did get out, therapy would be the best thing for eternity. But when the elevator stopped on the second floor, she frantically pressed the button to continue. ,,It didn't work like that, sweetheart.

You see, the old thing took a while, you know, for the patients. Now come here," came from Bo who was pushing his way into the elevator. She screamed and dodged Bo before catching his hand with the knife. ,,Oh we're gonna get you my bitch," he said before running after her.

She ran again, afraid it might be her last moment. Briefly she turned her head and saw that Bo had slowed down, but she didn't know why. ,,Vincent grab her," she heard and wondered. But when she turned the corner and two knives with a dragon handle bored into the wall in front of her head, she looked at the wax figure maker in panic. The black-haired man emerged from the darkness and Y/N ran on, feeling him coming closer with each step.

Only when she felt a pain on her arm did she cry out. Vincent had thrown one of his knives at her and it had left a bleeding gash on her arm. Only the clang of the knife could be heard as it fell to the ground. The warm blood ran down her arm and began to soak the dress.

Under other circumstances this would be astetic, but in her present case she had nothing but disgust and fear for it. She ran around one of the many corners before skidding over an overturned table and looking back, gasping. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't see Vincent in the dim light.

Slower than necessary to avoid toppling over from exertion, she continued through the second floor. She knew that each floor was only a circuit, but it still seemed so long to the elevator.

The knife was still in her hand with only a splash of Bo's blood on the blade. Better him bleeding than me she thought to herself and held the wound on her arm. Only now did she look down at her dress with distaste. After it was torn, it went down to her knee and some scraps of fabric were hanging down. What was once pure and innocent was now torn and stained.

She stopped and her eyes searched the darkness as she heard grunting, almost animalistic noises.

,,Thomas" she whispered and started to run, and only a few moments later the sparks of the chainsaw lit up the hallway. Despite the fact that the machine was heavy and she herself could not hold it up for long, Thomas seemed to have no problem chasing it through the halls. The sound of the chainsaw rang in her ears she hated it.

It was loud and she knew one hit with that thing would probably be enough to cut her in half or completely incapacitate her and then she would be done for. ,,Stop it Thomas please!" she begged as she felt the metal almost against her back. Suddenly the sound of the chains turning stopped and only the whirring of the engine could be heard. Y/N continued to run but looked back as if her words had stopped him.

But this was not the reason why she backed away and almost tripped over her own feet. ,,Jason" she whispered and the man with the machete looked down at her.

For a moment she thought he would leave her alone, just like Thomas. But when Jason went for his machete and lunged, she cried out. As best as she could, she rolled to the side before she pulled herself up and dodged the machete again. The machete got caught in the wall and Jason seemed to need a moment before he could come at her again. She took her chance and ran away again. ,,Come on, just a little longer," she reminded herself, making a delighted noise when she saw the elevator. She jumped in, pressed the button and was relieved to see that the system had caught up again. Just in time the elevator rose and the machete and the two knives flew towards the elevator but bounced off with a ringing sound and fell loudly to the floor.

She shakily took her hand away from her wound and saw that it was also now full of blood. She almost lost the knife and wiped her slippery fingers on the white fabric. Calmly just through the top floor and then out of here. You're back home and then everything will be fine she thought and a few moments later the door opened.

Slowly at first and then running, she ran through the upper floor. The air was cooler up here through the demolished windows but she didn't care. She breathed in the oxygen and was glad that she got some. ,,Hey beauty come here. Yeah, come join us, let's have some fun and watch a movie," purred the voices of Billy and Stu, the two older ones seeming to make fun of her insecurity.

Only when she cried out in fear when she saw the two with the Ghostface masks coming out of the darkness towards her did they run towards her. ,,Please let me please!" she screamed at them and she screamed again when she was grazed by two blades. The knives of the two had hurt her even if only slightly on her shoulder, which was slightly open because of the dress. ,,I'm going to have so much fun my new Sidney" Billy said and Stu only made an annoyed noise. ,,She's ours, Billy ours!" snapped Stu, his jealousy clearly audible.

Fucked up but Interesting relationship, she thought, although there was no worse time to think of such a thing.

She looked back at the two of them and saw Billy stop his friend. They mumbled something and took off their masks. ,,The shadow will get you darling" Billy called after her and they both stopped before waiting in the darkness. The shadow. She thought about it, but her thoughts were too confused for her to sort them out.

But it didn't matter, she saw the exit and pulled the last reserves out of her. She sprinted out as fast as she could. She saw her car, which she had parked behind the barrier, untouched. But there was no greater joy than seeing the vehicle. She had a consumed grin on her lips as she stood in front of her car. She reached for the door's opener and faltered. It was locked.

She tried again, but when she realized she needed a key, she reached into the void. ,,The key, the damn key," she muttered and her fist collided with the glass. Hissing, she pulled back, but stopped when she saw someone standing behind her in the reflection of the glass. ,,Michael" came like a breath over her lips before the man cut her off with his hands.

The knife in her hand was held trembling in front of her and she looked up at Michael in fear. He was breathing loudly as if he was exhausted no rather excited but why she did not know and that made her afraid.

One last try she thought to herself and she took it in her stride to run all the way home. She gripped the knife tighter and stabbed at Michael's chest.

But with a speed she would not have expected, he grabbed her wrist and held it so tightly that she dropped the knife. The killer leaned down and came closer, but Y/N jerked away.

His hand ran over the wound on her arm and she hissed. He paused to watch her for a moment before his hand went to her hair. ,,Please let me go," she pleaded softly. His head turned slightly and behind the mask the two eyes watched her.

With a jerk he had grabbed her head and with two blows against the car she sank unconscious from the force into his arms.

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