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[miss-hauntyy]

K9 x HEAT

Pairing: Ghost, Hybrid!Reader x Hybrid!Konig

Summary: You were Ghost’s K9, a vicious little thing he had a hard time controlling, but somehow made it work. Seeing how well he was able to tame you, Ghost was gifted with a senior K9 from Kortac. He was a tall Austrian man named Konig and while he hated the oversized mutt, you seemed to like him enough for Ghost to let him stay.

Warnings: dubious consent, double penetration, blood kink, biting, marking, reader in heat, knotting?

Notes: I posted this a long time ago on AO3 and I just made a new account to share it more. I am finally making a part 2 even though I get frustrated writing it. I made the drawing so please Do Not Repost, ask first.

___ was, in the nicest way, a little shit. Ghost knew this, and he had a hard time taming her.

The military had introduced a new line of K9s, genetically modified humans with spliced canine genes whose whole purpose was to serve and obey. They were merely an experiment, as K9s were more animal than human. They lead by instinct, and it was hard to control them, leading to countless deaths due to their aggression. Still, that killing instinct is exactly what the military needed for the new war era.

That’s when she came to play; a simple woman to most people, but even with a glance, she was seconds from tearing someone’s head off. Females were more aggressive, so they weren’t as sought after, but Ghost personally picked her to be trained. 

And train her he did. 

With an iron fist and a steel collar, she was able to follow commands, have a near-perfect recall, and kill only when told. That did not mean she didn’t want to kill Ghost whenever she had the chance, he had the scars to prove it. As time goes on, ___ proves to him that he can trust her, and Ghost starts to loosen the leash. ___ and Ghost are able to see eye to eye and have a great dynamic both on the battlefield and in garrison.  

It was difficult, Ghost was tired, but at least he only had to deal with one. 

That’s when Konig came in. 

He was a senior K9 from Kortac, a foreign military team that rivals the 141, and Ghost hated the oversized mutt that infiltrated his unit. Anything that Ghost hated, so did she. 

The first interaction wasn’t the greatest. ___ was behind Ghost, snarling at the other K9 as Captain Price explains the situation, and Ghost couldn’t care less.

Konig’s former handler had been killed in action. A K9 is often retired after the death of a handler or sent back for rehabilitation and further training, but Konig couldn’t be tamed. Tranquilizers didn’t work on him, and he already killed a K9 trainer, an officer, and two doctors in three months. So Kortac did the sensible thing and made him someone else's problem, in turn leading him to Ghost. 

“You did an excellent job with this one right here,” Price says as he points at ___, but quickly retracts his arm when she snaps her teeth at him. 

“Hardly… she is still stubborn.” Ghost gazes down at her, ___’s eyes turning the other way, feigning ignorance. “I’m not taking your cryptid mutt, this one is already a handful.”

“Simon, I'm not asking you to take him, I’m telling you. He might be an older dog, but you can still teach him new tricks.” Price smiles as Ghost grits his teeth under the mask, annoyance coursing through him. If Price wasn’t ordering him, he could have told him to send that lab experiment where he found him, but since he couldn’t refuse… 

He looks at Konig, two inches taller than him, wearing what seems to be a cutoff shirt with eyeholes over his face. Ghost notices at first glance that he is wearing a muzzle underneath. Icy blue eyes stared down at him, feeling the killing intent behind them. He appeared docile but it was only a matter of time before he would snap again. The only thing that passed his mind was if ___ would be able to neutralize him if need be. 

“One month.” Ghost states, holding a finger up to illustrate his demand. “If he’s still a piece of shit by then, I don’t care what you do with him.” 

Ghost took the challenge, albeit reluctantly. And for the next few days, he would be regretting what he did. 

Konig proved to be a bigger eyesore than ___. He was sneakier with his attacks, smart enough to know when or when not to listen, and despite his height, he was quiet. He was thankful for once that ___ stuck to him like glue, alerting him whenever Konig was sneaking around. However, Konig had a major flaw and it was his anxiety. Ghost was quick to exploit it. 

Konig was good on the battlefield, but could not work in normal and mundane scenarios. He was socially inept, finding it hard to interact normally with others, and Ghost used ___ to be Konig’s social partner. He started to grow dependent the more he grew closer to her. Seeing her as his only ally who understood what he went through, but when she is suddenly removed from the equation, Konig is distraught. 

It was a low move on Ghost’s part, he was aware of how quickly K9s bond with one another, and for a person that relies on another for basic survival is crushing. Ghost could see it live, Konig growling at Ghost and demanding to bring her back. Konig could kill him if he so wished, but he was painfully aware that Ghost was ___’s handler, and the only person that knew where she was. Holding her for ransom made Konig obey, working almost too perfectly. 

Once the month was up, Ghost came up to Price with good news, deciding to keep Konig as he was able to follow orders. 

In less than two years, Ghost had the two most feared K9s of the unit at his beck and call, which came with a reputation that he did not ask for.

That did not mean it was perfect, the two were still insufferable half the time. Konig, being more senior, took a lead role in guiding ___, but that just meant teaching her how to be more of a nuisance. It was fine seeing the two play fight, but there was something that concerned Ghost that had yet to worry about with her. 

Konig’s rut. 

While it was a month or every two months type of deal, waking up in the middle of the night to hear scratching on walls and painful groans was not one of the things he signed up for. 

He would drive him to the hospital to get the meds necessary to help, and other times he would leave him in his room overnight until he calmed down. Ghost once thought of finding him a mate, the hospital had programs for that, but he would have to stay over for days at a time, and he couldn’t afford that. 

___ come to mind briefly, Ghost nearly running a red light at the mere thought of her being Konig’s mate. The idea didn’t settle right with him. While yes, ___ and Konig were both K9s, she was still his pup whereas Konig was an oversized runt that was made his problem. Ghost didn’t dwell on the thought long enough to know why it made him so upset.

He pulled up to the driveway, having left Konig at the hospital again. 

His home, which he had just moved into, had three rooms. ___ being the biggest with its own bathroom. Konig called it unfair while she claimed it was because she needed privacy, and in seconds they were barking at each other. Ghost was just glad everyone had their own space. 

Walking up the stairs, he hears a cough coming from ___’s bedroom. Ghost pauses, cursing, as he has just come from the hospital. 

He knocks and hears a quiet, “Come in” before he opens the door. Just as he feared, Ghost found her on the bed, red-faced, snotty-nosed, and glossy eyes staring at him. She was hot to the touch and sweating profusely. 

“You have a fever.” He states, brushing the loose strands of hair sticking to her forehead. 

“Yeah… I woke up because I felt nauseous.” She replies in a weak tone, voice hoarse from coughing.

Just what he needed. 

One is in the hospital to get his balls drained, and the other is bedridden. At least he didn’t need them for the next few weeks. 

“You should have put on more layers like I told you. You never listen, pup.” He scolds her while pinching her nose. She snarls at him and swats his hand off. “Can you hold on for the night? I’ll pick something up for you in the morning when I go get Konig from the hospital.” 

“Again? Are his ruts that bad?” She questions, still worried despite the discomfort she’s in. 

“Can’t say, but yeah, seems like it. I don’t have to worry about that with you for now.” Ghost is more tender with her than when he first started. The change came promptly when Konig came into the picture, making it clear who was his favorite.

She replies with a weak smile before a coughing fit takes over her. “I’ll see you in the morning. Try not to die while I'm gone.” Ghost commands as he gets off her bed, not needing to be in a sick person’s room any longer than he needs to. 

“I’ll try not to, but no promises.” She grins as Ghost leaves her room. The moment the door closes, he can feel the fatigue settling in his bones. It has been a long night, making him feel drained.

At moments like this, he thought back on his life. From the moment he turned 18, Ghost was alone. Always surrounded by people, but never lingering enough to form a deep connection with anyone. The 141 was the closest thing to a family, yet he kept a boundary he didn’t dare to cross.

___, on the other hand, penetrated that barrier with no reserve or sense of self. She stayed close to him, never gave him a reason to doubt her, and even comforted Ghost when all seemed lost. She reminded him of Riley, a German Shepherd he had long before anyone. 

His hand traces up his shaft as he curls his fingers around the head, a thumb pressing along the gland. He grips at the base and pulls back on his skin, continuing the slow and stroking motion with a breathy sigh. The cold water runs down his broad back, trickling down his scars and dripping as it reaches his legs. He grunts again, muscle flexing with every stroke of his cock, wondering if the shower head is loud enough to drown out his voice. 

One house, two K9s, and not a single moment of privacy had left Ghost to relieve himself at random hours of the night. It wasn't much of a problem before, but now it was especially difficult to even bring a woman over, not that he had tried anyway. 

“Fuck…” 

His hips buckle forward when he palms the head, jerking himself with his hand and throbbing with every icy droplet that falls on his reddened cock. The grunts get heavier, heaving from pleasure, yet guilt sinks into the back of his mind. 

He was on the second floor, ___ was sleeping and Konig was away. There was no way they could ever know. Ghost tries to focus on the pleasure, his thoughts killing the mood and wanting to get this over quickly so he can fall asleep. 

His strokes quicken, palm white as he drags his hand along the length of his cock, giving the glands extra attention as it makes his hips jerk forward and grunts deeper. The sensitive quiet pleasure doesn’t last long as he shudders. Ghost leans forward, cum splattering on the tile walls, watching as it dissolves in the water. It leaves him panting, muscles spasming under the cold shower, and feeling disgusted with himself.  

He grabs a towel, wrapping it around his waist when he passes through the fog. He presses a hand onto the glass and grimaces at his reflection, he looked too much like his mother. Ignoring the reflection, he looks at his jaw and sees he needs a shave. 

Just where his shoulder and neck meet, was a bite mark that had long healed, but left an indent of each tooth on his skin. The sensation still lingered and the flesh tender to the touch. 

It happened less than a year ago when ___ was still in training. The day was hot with dry air coming from the Sahara, Ghost was sweating under layers of clothes and heavy gear. He made the mistake of turning his back on her as he took off his gear and jacket. His skin peeked under his mask and at that moment he lost momentum, his head hitting the deck, and felt a weight on his back. Before Ghost could yell at her, ___ sank her teeth into his neck. That day, he learned the difference between a normal human and her. His blood kept spilling, her jaw locked on his flesh, and it took two tranquilizers to unhook ___ from Ghost. Any higher and she could have pierced his carotid artery.

He still remembers that smile. The blood dripped down her chin, pupils dilated, and she looked high with ecstasy. There was not an ounce of killing intent in her eyes, having done it purely for her own satisfaction. She enjoyed it, and Ghost didn’t know how to react then.  

She hasn’t pulled a stunt like that since but thinking of that moment made his dick twitch with anticipation and a slight feeling of dread. Though, what he truly feared was developing a weird fetish. 

In the morning, Ghost went to check on her. She was sound asleep, still hot to the touch but wasn’t sneezing and coughing like the night before. It seemed like a regular cold, so plenty of rest and food should do the trick. 

As he heads out the door, Ghost has an uncomfortable feeling that swells and spreads inside of him. Like a premonition of something bad happening soon, but he disregards it, thinking it was just his lack of sleep.

The drive to the hospital isn’t long, however, the waiting is. Ghost is sitting in the waiting room, the military hospital bustling in the morning, and he is getting a couple of odd looks from dependents passing by. 

“Do you train?” A woman asked across from him, she was in uniform, looking like she had stopped here on her way to work, and by the patch on her sleeve, he deduced she was a K9 trainer. 

“No. I’m a handler.” He keeps the conversation short and simple, but the woman continues to talk. 

“Oh, I see! What’s their name? I might know them. I’m a trainer, real hard work, but I guess not as bad as yours.” She laughs, Ghost staring with a bored expression as she doesn’t pick up on his disinterested gaze. 

“Maybe… They are imported. Konig and ___. Heard of them?” She shakes her head, Ghost figuring as much, but even then she doesn’t stop her questioning. 

“Both boys?”

“One is a girl.”

“Really? Mine is too, she’s a real handful but so sweet once you get to know her. Her heat started a few months back, so it has been difficult for the both of us. The doctors keep trying to mate her, but I think she is not ready for that yet. I can’t stop seeing her as my little pup.”

Ghost doesn’t want to listen to the dog lady talking about her dogs like they are household pets. He isn’t listening, but the more she talks about female heats, the more it intrigues him.

“If you don’t mind me asking… how did you know she went into heat?” He didn’t want to know, he rather had the hospital deal with all of that, but thinking about ___ made him worry. 

“Oh, well, the first is the worst as it starts with an awful fever. They are tired all the time, and they put on a couple of pounds to store energy.” As she talks, Ghost thinks of the times ___ had been acting differently. He has seen her lounging around and eating more. It wasn’t concerning at first, but she also had come down with a fever last night. 

“The heat comes soon after that fever, making them highly aggressive because of the pain. You should have seen me when I first found Adela tearing a hole in her mattress.” She laughs, but Ghost doesn’t sound as pleased with the news.

He ponders, Konig was pretty aggressive when he was in a rut but was still able to listen, wouldn’t the opposite apply to females? “Why are females more aggressive? I thought the males…” 

The woman scoffs, “Oh, don’t believe that mess. The males only get aggressive if there is competition around. Females are extremely picky with their partners and if they are not able to perform, they attack… that is, if she doesn’t kill him before he has a chance.”

Ghost couldn’t help the chuckles from leaving his lips, the absurdity of it all giving him a headache. He had to deal with the fact that there is a possibility ___ is tearing down his house right now if she’s in heat. 

And he thought Konig was a handful when rutting. 

Just then, two K9s are escorted out by nurses. The woman stands up first, running up to her K9, and hugging her tightly. If the girl had a tail, he swears he could have seen it wagging. The two share a joyful moment, Ghost seeing how much love she has for her pup as the K9 melts to her touch.

He cringed.

They were way too affectionate for his liking, having never been that way with ___ or Konig. They knew their roles as military dogs, they had jobs and he was their handler. He couldn’t afford to get complacent amid a battle. 

“Let go, Konig.” He commands while walking away, Konig quickly following behind him. There is a brown bag in his hands, suspecting they were hormonal blockers and if his assumptions were right, he was going to need them. 

“You seem like you are in a rush, Ghost,” Konig comments as he has to match Ghost’s long strides. 

“Seems like it. ___ is at the house sick. I can’t leave her alone for too long, you know how she gets. What about you? You got to waste all the energy?”

“Uhh n—.”

“Never mind that, just don’t let me catch you scratching my walls again.” He quickly cuts him off, reaching the parking garage and waiting for Konig to get in as he speeds off. 

His finger taps on the steering wheel, the sick feeling coming back again. It’s an understatement to say Ghost wasn’t nervous, he was. He felt under prepared and with no plan as to how to face ___. That is, if she was truly in her heat. He kept believing in that notion, but as he recalled more memories, she should have gotten her Heat last year. 

“Ghost, red light,” Konig warns, the tires screeching as he comes to a stop. 

That fucking light. Now of all times, it decides to be red. 

Konig flinches next to Ghost, sensing his emotions and how it’s affecting him. He doesn’t say anything, but the tense atmosphere makes him think something bad is about to happen. 

Pulling up to the driveway, he slams the door closed and Ghost curses when he drops the house keys, hands trembling as he jiggles the doorknob, but upon entering the house it’s eerily quiet. Only the sounds of their footsteps are heard as they walk in. The place seems intact, making Ghost sigh. It was nothing. He was scared for nothing. 

“Konig go and put those meds in your room while I go see—.” 

“It smells sweet here.” Ghost’s eyes drag across the room to meet with Konig. He can't see his expression, but it is abundantly clear the way his eyes dilate. His heart thumps out of his chest, face pale under the mask as he stares at Konig. 

“Konig!” Ghost yells when Konig sprints down the hall, he chases after him, grabbing the back of his hoodie just as he opens the door. Ghost can smell it now, the musky scent palpable and sweet, making him cough. 

Konig grunts, a guttural growl rumbling in his throat as he walks into the bedroom, Ghost behind him, tugging on his hoodie to keep him back. Konig insists on getting closer, despite the many warnings. ___ is tucked under the covers, and they can now hear the quiet cries. 

Hearing her like this hurt him more than it should. Was she suffering? Is it his fault he couldn’t see the signs? Ghost overthinks everything he has done up to this point, the thought of disappearing when Konig pulls on her covers. The scent is stronger as they find her lying on the bed, skin glistening with sweat and trembling.

What a sight.

Ghost felt as if he was frozen. Her eyelids fluttered open, arms pressed on the bed, pulling herself up and sitting there in nothing but a shirt. It was one he lost two nights ago, and now he knew who stole it. 

“___… you okay, pup?” His eyes are trained on her while keeping a tight grip on Konig from approaching. Her eyes are unfocused, a bit red, and dazed from being woken up. She slowly blinks and turns to see Konig who is barely holding it in. 

When ___ heaves, Ghost flinches. She grasps her stomach, groaning more from the pain. It’s overpowering, making her body ache and the fine hairs on her skin stand. Ghost goes to get closer and at that moment she snarls at him, scratching the back of his hand and Ghost hisses when she nicked him. 

“Fuck! ___?!” He yells, causing Konig to immediately run to her. She barks at Konig as he jumps over her, nose buried in the crook of her neck, and she claws his face to get him off. Ghost jumps in, shoving Konig away. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Ghost yells as he stands in between them. He has an arm out on Konig, visibly triggered by ___, and she only hisses back at him.  

“She… she’s in heat, Ghost… I can help her, let me help her.” Konig groans, struggling to keep himself together as he heaves. 

Ghost has never seen him look this bad, he almost looks pathetic. Konig is kneeling on the bed, his eyes never leaving __ but the bulge is more than evident on what he wants to do. 

“I’ll shoot your brains out before I let you touch—.” Ghost grunts when she claws his back, tearing into his shirt and pinning him down on the bed. Ghost struggles under her and shudders when he hears the growl from a year ago. He throws her off his back and grabs both her wrists as she snarls at him and snaps her teeth again.

“Don’t you fucking dare ___.”

It takes a bit of manhandle for ___ to stand down in defeat. Ghost settled his weight on top of her, hands pinned down on the bed, and they are both left panting. Ghost hisses as the prickling pain settles on his back. 

___ glares up at Ghost, their breaths in sync as she tries to kick him to get him off. Impossible to do with Ghost trapping her legs with his.  

“Konig, go and bring me your fucking meds.”

“You truly have no idea what you are doing.” Ghost snaps his head to look at Konig, who’s standing there with a scratch across his face, the shirt mask ripped off him and blood soaking into his hoodie. “The blockers won't work in the middle of a heat, she needs to shed off all that energy first.”

“I’m not letting you fuck her.” He states firmly. 

“Then do you want to do the honors?! You can either leave her here to suffer for days on end with no release, or do something about it.”

Konig has a point, but Ghost is not yet ready to admit it. He thought of what the dog lady said, ___ was still a pup to Ghost, a rabid little shit pup, but still his. He didn’t choose her two years ago just to fuck her now that she is in heat.

“… I can’t do that. I’m her handler.”

“Then let me—.”

“No… I don’t trust you with her.” Ghost’s confession takes him aback, but Konig doesn’t seem offended, as if he already knew. 

“You are going to have to. I know more than you do.” Konig snarls at him as he gets closer. He leans over and gives ___ soft licks along her cheeks that she reciprocates. 

___ is heard whining and writhing under Ghost, her lips parting for Konig. Just then, her body jolts, shocks of electricity coursing through her spine, and slumps back on the bed with a satisfied expression. 

“Did she just…?” Ghost gets off her, noticing the stained sheet and soaked panties sticking to her groin. “Oh fuck.” He grabs her knees and closes them tightly. 

“At least she came, that will make it easier for us.” Konig gets on the bed, grabbing her by the waist as he gets behind her. She caves into his chest and nuzzles her nose on his neck. Konig groans when she grazes her teeth on his neck. “No biting.”

Ghost feels like he shouldn’t be here. Watching ___ suckle on Konig’s finger to stop him from biting him was… erotic. 

“She likes that?” ___ is more receptive to his touch, licking and sucking him down to the knuckle. He clenches his jaw. This shouldn’t turn him on so much. 

With a free hand, Konig lifts her shirt. His hand dragged across her torso and cupped her breast. “Yeah, she likes it. You can let go of her now.”

He loosens his grip on her wrists, red bruises starting to form. 

“The hard part is over, Simon. If you truly want to help her, it has to be this way. Or what? Do you plan to take her to the hospital and make it their problem?” Konig has a firm gaze, face flushed but still conscious and cognitive to put meaning in his words. 

His words ring in Ghost’s ear, thinking of all the times he has taken Konig to the hospital. He didn’t know why he thought they just pumped him full of meds and made him sleep it off. 

“Let’s worry about her… look, you see that? She can’t take her eyes off you.” The moment he says that, Ghost sees her staring. Her lips pursed and sucking on Konig, but her gaze was indeterminately on him. 

Ghost clenches his jaw but loosens it as he gets closer, a weary hand reaches for her cheek, and she nuzzles into his touch. She lets go of Konig to lick his palm. “It’s okay, pup. I’m right here.” 

It was maddening. 

This is not how he wanted to start his Friday, not seeing his girl being so needy and hot. Licking his palm as if begging him to do more with his hand. 

___ reaches for him, nuzzling her nose to his face, and her fingertips slip under his mask and pull it off his face. Ghost groans as he feels her breath on his lips, followed by her tongue. Small soft licks on his rough chin and falling on his lips.

“Not like that… open up your mouth for me.” He instructs. ___ opens her mouth as Ghost presses his tongue against hers to kiss her lips.  

It was too good. 

Her tongue twirls inside his mouth, inexperienced and eager, almost making him laugh. He matches her pace before taking control, sucking on her tongue as ___ starts to moan and squirm for him. There is a moment she forgets to breathe and Ghost parts away to see her panting, the scent growing stronger and her body jolting with pleasure.

“Not as conflicted now, are you?” Konig teases, his teeth nibbling on her ear and making her jump as he pinches her breasts. Ghost wanted to kick him out, better yet, send him back to Austria, but whatever he was doing, ___ made sure to voice her enjoyment. 

“You are here because she needs you too. Don’t make me regret it.” Ghost huffs, unable to stay mad for long when ___ is tugging at his shirt and kicking her feet for attention. “You’re a greedy little pup, aren’t ya? I’m not going anywhere.”

Ghost smirks as he complies with her request and slips off the shirt. He does the same with her, lifting her legs as her panty slides off and her fluids seep down her thighs. He spreads her legs apart, a low grunt heard as he looks at the mess she made of herself. 

“You are sopping wet, you did this yourself, hmm? Don’t tell me you got all worked up over a few kisses?” ___ doesn’t respond with words but is visible in the way her brows purse together, her lips pouting, and the heat rising to her face, blushing her cheeks. Ghost lets out a soft chuckle, “… so you can be cute.” 

Ghost kisses her a couple more times, peppering her skin with fluttering kisses, and finally settles his head in between her legs. A cheek touches her thigh and glances up one last time before Konig takes her attention away. 

She was soaked, no, drenched. 

Ghost’s fingers drag along her slick folds, spreading her apart as the fluid continues to leak, coating his fingers. He’s never seen anything like it. She was so soft, and her cum just made it so much easier to slip a finger inside. Her hips buckle, making him laugh. 

“Don’t cum until I say so. You are only allowed to cum in my mouth, you hear.” He looks up to see her nod, her neck already covered in small bites, while Konig already had his tongue bitten by her. She sure loved to use those teeth. 

A finger slips in, curling inside, and simultaneously strokes her clit, large and engorged. The sensations she felt doubled and within seconds she was a moaning mess. ___ was far too sensitive and Ghost loved it more than he should as he slipped another finger inside her tight canal. Every pump earned him a moan, and with every stroke of her clit she whined. Even as Konig muffled her moans with kisses, he could still hear that sultry voice rumble and echo in the room. 

It was truly music.

“Fuck… this might be addicting.” With an open mouth, Ghost gorges on her pussy, licking and slurping on her cum before laying his tongue flat and lapping her up from the bottom to her oversensitive clit. ___ couldn’t handle it any longer, but his command prevented her from disobeying. 

She was crying, her voice weak, and riding his mouth as she gripped onto Ghost's hair and pulled on Konig to bite her. Her moans got louder, the bed creaking the more she thrust into his tongue, Ghost fucking her insides with his mouth. 

He grunts when she cums on him, gripping her thighs and not letting a single drop go to waste. When Ghost moves back, he breathes a grin of satisfaction on his face, her cum dripping down his chin and eyes briefly unfocused, drunk from her. 

“Come here,” Ghost growls at her as he leans forward, gripping her chin to kiss her and letting ___ taste herself in his mouth. “You like that taste, pup?” She nods, moaning and licking the cum off his lips. 

Konig pushes her forward, and she quickly wraps her hands around Ghost. More kisses are shared as Konig gets her on her hands and knees, her back arched and swaying her hips. Her head is resting on Konig’s lap, cheek pressing on his bulge as she pants to his smell. 

“What a fucking sight you are.” Her plump ass swaying in front of Ghost, pussy throbbing and dripping already. He takes a firm hand to spread her cheeks apart and when he slaps her, ___ moans. 

“Seems that she likes it.” Konig grins when she starts to drool on his joggers. His cock throbs, hitting her lips with each pulse, wanting to try that pretty mouth already. “Dammit, I’m at a breaking point here.” 

Ghost is loosening her hole by spreading his fingers inside her. “You're waiting for my orders, Konig? How obedient of you.” The man flinches as Ghost laughs. He was obedient, at least when he wanted to. “Don’t let her bite your dick off.”

Taking his words and approval, Konig hastily pulled down his jogger. The boner slapped her face and sprang out, thick and throbbing with a knot swelling by the second. ___ didn’t even have time to register the size when her tongue licked on the base. 

Ghost gritted his teeth and hissed. Following Konig, he unbuckled his jeans, dick bouncing off her ass. He was breathing hard, heart thumping, and it took everything to not just rock her back and bury his cock inside. 

___ wasn’t paying attention when Ghost rubbed his girth along her labia, coating his cock with her fluids before pressing the tip on her hole. The pressure of being spread made her moan, teeth sinking into Konig, and he curses when she bites him. 

“Fuck! ___!” He has to yank her by the hair, her head pulled back after biting his thigh. Konig growls back, both K9s snarling at each other, but her expression quickly changes when Ghost thrusts in again. 

He shudders seeing the sight of her parted lips with tears trickling down her cheeks. Konig couldn’t stay mad, not when she was taking Ghost so good and enjoying every inch of him. 

“Bite me…” Konig exclaims, his voice hoarse and unable to say it louder. “Bite me, ___.”

Her eyes widened, and a brief second of consciousness ran past her eyes, just for a second before her teeth sank into his skin. Konig grunts as he grips the back of her neck. Blood trickles down his chest and Ghost pushes deeper into her hole. It aches and burns, tearing her open and pushing deeper while she digs her teeth deeper with every inch she takes. Konig couldn’t take it, cock pulsating, daring to shoot his load as his body increases in temperature and eyes roll back. His mouth gaped open as she claimed him, much like she did with Ghost. 

“Ngh… oh fuck, ___, let go.” He yanks her by the hair, pulling her back to see the shit-eating grin on her face.

“Be lucky she didn’t bite your dick.” Ghost settles deep inside, grunting as he feels her tightening around him and a barrier that prevents him from going deeper. 

Konig trembles, having a harder time staying conscious as she intensifies his rut. “This is your fault. She got a taste for blood, and now she can't stop.” He grabs her by the neck when she tries to bite him again, only to moan when he adds more pressure. 

“You’re lucky, you’re cute… Go ahead and fuck this dick with that mouth, pup,” he tells her, ___ complying as her mouth hangs open and curls her tongue along the head. Konig sighs, still in pain, but the pleasure drowns it out. 

It takes Ghost a moment before he starts to move, ___ clamping down on him, leaving not a lot of room to move. “I’m going to need you to loosen up… you are so tight, I can't move.” Ghost grunts. A hand slips down to her clit, rubbing and teasing the nub, in turn, making her moan around Konig’s cock. The K9 hisses, gripping her hair, and glares at Ghost, who looks at him with an amused grin. 

“I’m going to have to try that, later,” he chuckles, Konig growling in response. 

As her body starts to get used to his size, Ghost slowly pulls his cock back, glistening with her fluid, and watches as he buries himself back inside. He kept a steady control of his movements, trying not to lose himself no matter how good it felt, how warm and tight she was, how easy it is to fuck—calm down, he needed to calm down. 

Ghost kept his focus on her waist, large callous hands resting just above her hips, guiding her shaking ass into his lap. The sounds of skin slapping against each other, her ass jiggling more, and he grins when he sees the red tint on her skin reach down to her shoulders. Ghost leans forward, the speed increasing and her voice blending with the sound of sex. 

“You like having your holes filled, do you?” Ghost muttered in her ear, her cheeks full, the head reaching down her throat, and she throbs upon the seemingly innocent comment. “Of course, you fucking do, fucking slut.” A laugh is heard, followed by a grunt, finally, she jolts when Ghost bites the nape of her neck. 

He can’t see it, but Konig watches as her eyes roll back, her mouth hanging open and drooling with a cock between her lips. “Fuuck… if I knew you any better, I'd say you planned this whole thing,” Konig says through gritted teeth. He can’t look away, entranced at the sight of ___ nuzzling to his cock. 

“Is that it, baby? Did you plan this entire thing, hmm? Is okay, I won't get mad.” Ghost thrust forward, pushing her body into Konig with each powerful thrust, her moans, and the creaking bed, harmonizing with his movements. 

Is dangerous.

Is too good.

Is… Addicting. 

Ghost can’t stop himself any longer, grunting as he fucks ___, her face twisted in pleasure, screaming in ecstasy as the two reach closer to their high. She cried, and he didn’t care, abusing the G-spot and continuously hitting her cervix. 

He’s already so close, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep and coat her insides white. 

That be a sight. 

Pulling out and spreads her pussy open to see his semen leak and drip down their already messy bed.

“Shit… I’m so close. I’ll fill you up good, pup.” a whine is heard from ___ as Ghost pins her down on Konig’s lap by the neck and arches her back more. After several more hard thrusts, Ghost froze, his legs shaking and cock throbbing inside. “Just like that… Take it all, baby.” Ghost stays inside for a minute longer, trying not to cum again as ___ is milking every last drop of him.

They both drop as Ghost pulls out, the man panting by her side and ___ is cross-eyed as she gives Konig licks. Cum trickles down her face and her tongue reaches for most of it. 

When he glances up, Konig is covering his mouth while shaking. 

He was definitely hanging by a threat. 

The woman was squirming, and her eyes blinked at Konig. ___ is barely able to keep her eyes open, and Konig responds by giving her licks. 

“Let her sleep… Any longer and we'll die from blood loss.” Konig couldn't feel the pain just yet, still high with ecstasy, but even in his haze he knew neither of the two were in shape to continue. Ghost had lacerations along his back, and Konig had a chunk bitten out of him. He knew girls were aggressive, but this was borderline cannibalistic. Then again, they have been through worse during missions. 

___ is quick to fall asleep, curled up on a side of the bed and pulling a blanket before staring to lightly snore. If Ghost knew it to be this easy to put her to sleep, he should have done it ages ago. He gets off the bed, his face grimacing at the white sheets now having splashes of red and the smell of sex thick in the room. The men were hurting, euphoric, but as the adrenaline washes away they are painfully reminded she did attempt to kill them both.

“I’ll get some new sheets and draw a bath. Have the pills ready for when she wakes up,” Ghost quickly instructs, Konig nodding as he leaves the room first, stumbling as he walks. Ghost remains in the room, his post nut conscience taking over, and while he doesn’t feel guilty, this is not the development he was expecting. Konig was a surprise too. 

Managing to get the sheets under her and place a new one, Ghost is lost in thought on the memory when she first bit him, somehow now making sense. 

She stirs and groans, her eyes fluttering, but Ghost urges her to go to sleep. “Where is Konig…” she asks with a hoarse voice, seeing Ghost was the only one around. “I’m hungry too.”

“He is getting you medicine… you should sleep some more.” Sitting on the bed, Ghost brushes the hairs sticking to her face while __ can barely keep her eyes open. She whines and nuzzles her face on Ghost’s hand, acting cuter than she did an hour ago. 

“How is your back…?”

“I’ll live, how is the heat?”

“Manageable… and I thought a cement pillar collapsing on top of me was the worst thing that ever happened.”

Ghost huffed as he smiled, at least she was fine, despite his back looking like he was a victim of Jeffrey Kruger.

He wanted to say more, ask her more questions, but the pricking pain did not go away and ___ was once again asleep. By then, Konig came with a glass of water and the meds. He places them on the counter and Ghost ushers him away, walking behind Konig as he closes the door.

[connorsui]

Imagine a Konig who not only bites but ..doesnt care if it fits or nah …that man will make it fit...

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he was behind you, his large hands gripping your hips firmly as he pushed you against the wall. There were no soft words, no warnings. There never were with him.

Your panties shoved to the side in one swift motion as though they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His breath was hot against your neck, and then you felt it—the familiar sensation of his cock sliding between your folds, sinking into you with no hesitation. The stretch made you gasp, fingers scrambling to find purchase against the wall as he buried himself to the hilt.

Konig wasted no time. There was no tenderness in the way he fucked you, no hesitation. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echoing through the room. The force of it had your legs shaking almost immediately, threatening to give out with every slam of his hips against your ass.

“Fuck,” he growled into your ear, his deep, gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. “That’s it. Good girl. Take it.”

His hands gripped your hips so tightly you were certain you’d find bruises there later, but you didn’t care. The sensation of him pounding into you, the roughness of his thrusts, had your mind spinning, every nerve in your body alight with pleasure. His teeth found your shoulder, biting down hard, and you whimpered as the pain mixed deliciously with the pleasure coursing through you.

He loved leaving his mark on you. Your skin was perpetually covered in his bites—your neck, your thighs, your shoulders. And he always encouraged you to bite him back, leaving matching bruises on his own skin.

Your breath hitched as you felt him twitch inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his peak. With a deep groan, Konig came, spilling himself inside you, hot and thick. But he didn’t stop. Not yet.

He kept going, fucking you harder now, using his own cum as lube, each thrust sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. The feeling of his release leaking out of you, combined with the brutal pace of his thrusts, had you crying out, fingers desperately gripping the wall in front of you as your legs threatened to give out beneath you.

“Fuck, Ko—” you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to form words as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“That’s it,” he growled again, his voice thick with lust, teeth grazing your neck before biting down hard once more. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so fucking well.”

Your body was trembling, mind hazy with pleasure, the relentless pace leaving you breathless. By the time Konig finally finished, his grip on you loosened, you were a shaking, dripping mess—legs weak, panties soaked through, and your mind blissfully wrecked.

With a final bite to your shoulder, Konig muttered. “Good girl.”

[pourinn]

K:3

[meowcaos]

I'm willing to confess on tumblr that I'm obsessed with the idea of ​​a strong masked man

*crying from guilty desire*

[gorps]

This website is so so so good

[lycheedr3ams]

Masterlist - König

Read all content warnings on each fic before reading. If you don't like something, just don't interact with it. Some of these fics contain dark content

Series & Masterlists

Death's Angel masterlist

Relapse masterlist

Butcher!könig masterlist

Werewolf!konig masterlist

Taming You, I would cut my hands off so you could hold them forever

Character Analysis masterlist

One-shots

Apple picking

Closet Fun

Choke on It ~

Situationship

Stalker!könig

Barracks Bunny

Breeding kink

thigh-fucking

clingy s/o

kitchen smut

dark romance moodboard

[lycheedr3ams]

Taming You

fem!reader x toxic!konig

MDNI | DDDNE

Warnings: konig is misogynist, controlling, possessive, slight yandere, pervert konig, toxic masculinity, marking, dub-con, p in v sex, brief mention of ass-slapping, dark content ahead

DO NOT DO THIS IRL EVER. THIS IS ONLY FOR FANTASY

you had first spoken with konig when he needed your help to fix one of his work tablets. you had seen him around on base before, his eyes always on you as you went past, but neither of you approached the other. it took you a few days to fix his device, and during those days you learned his type - it was you. his recent searches on porn websites that he didn't bother to erase described you a little too closely. and the situations that he looked up with your bodily descriptions, well, they made you feel a little sick.

you handed his tablet back to him with a forced smile. but he was so polite as he thanked you that you began to wonder if you had misread his searches.

"danke, meine Schatz," he said so gently as he took the tablet from your hands slowly as not to startle you. the sweet tone in his voice made you let down your guard for a moment. it reflected so obviously in your eyes, and the way your smile became a little less forced and showed more teeth.

"if you ever have a problem with anyone here, you let me know, ja?" he said gently again, as if he were telling you a bedtime story. you blinked and your smile faltered slightly as you processed his words. this time, your smile attempted to tame the beast. to fawn.

"i haven't had any problems here thankfully, i think everything will be okay," you said with a shaky voice.

konig stared at you for a moment, silent and dark, before his voice adopted that soothing tone that no one else had ever heard from him. "still. you come to me. for anything. ja?"

you just nodded as you smiled. there was no way you would get him off your back by fighting him. not that you could, even if you wanted to, verbally or physically.

...

somewhere along the line, konig had become your boyfriend. you weren't really sure how it happened. he asked you out to dinner a few times, and each time, you said yes. you were too scared to say no. konig was always gentle with you though. he always held the door open for you, tipped the waitress well, didn't get handsy with you too soon.

but you would argue with him sometimes. or rather, you would be put in your place.

"you have quite a mouth, you know?" he said lowly as he looked down at you. you challenged his stare with one of your own, but it began to crack as he began to stand up to his full height. "your past man friends let you talk to them like this?"

you nodded, too scared to speak.

konig shook his head from side to side. "not with me, Schatz." his eyes seemed to go even darker from underneath his hood. "you don't talk to me like that, ever," he growled. he bent his back slightly so that he was now completely leaning over you. "i'll teach you how a woman should talk to her man. i will make you behave."

your breathing was deeper as he emphasized that last word. his demeanor, how he was talking to you, infuriated you. everything in your logical mind told you to get a restraining order from him, to switch jobs, block him, to never see him again. your mind told you he was dangerous. controlling.

but the throbbing in your core and your slick-drenched panties told you something else. you stared up at him through your lashes defiantly, but said nothing.

konig seemed slightly satisfied with that. "see? you can be a good girl. you're not used to being with a man. you've been with boys. i will change that."

...

konig tamed you with his cock. you hated to admit that. you denied it every chance you could.

"all it takes is a hard cock to make you behave," he grunted into your ear as he fucked you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress. you moaned without abandon, relishing the way he perfectly filled you up with each thrust.

you were always so much more obedient after he fucked you. he wouldn't miss the near hearts in your eyes after each session. how you'd look at him so innocently and sweetly as he stroked your hair.

"you're getting better," he whispered into your hair. "you barely talk back anymore. that's how a woman should be."

you knew the things you "talked back" to konig about would all be evidence for a restraining order from him. how he threatened to keep you locked in his room when he saw a text from a guy on your phone (it was your cousin), how he nearly killed the guy who accidentally bumped into you in the hallway one night, how he'd give you so many dark hickeys that you couldn't possibly hide them for work, how he'd silently dare you to talk back to him when he said something you didn't agree with. but all you did was stare angrily at him, and feel your core throb as he tamed you.

but sex with him wasn't always loving. most of the time, it wasn't. he'd hold you down despite your protests of it being too much, and just slam his cock into you over and over and over again. he'd toss you onto any surface he could before he rushed up behind you and shoved it in. he didn't care who heard, or who saw. everyone needed to know that you were his.

but that was evident enough even without hearing you scream his name almost every night. it was the way he would be right behind you wherever you were when he wasn't on duty. how you could barely use the women's restroom without him growing sour. how he'd stare daggers into any man who even dared to glance at you, or how he'd slap your ass in front of a room full of people just so show off his cute little trophy. the way you yelped each time he did it was just so cute.

he did train you how to be the woman he wanted. an obedient, pliable woman who never protested anything he said, and took his cock gratefully every time he gave it to you.

[bektemir03]

But i have things to do,König....

[pourinn]

Ikea shark????🦈🦈

[helcef]

Cw: blood

Auf Wiedersehen//

finally finished this mf. click for better resolution bc tumblr ate the quality 💀

[seraphxcx-deactivated20250221]

König Unmasked 🥀

Been wanting to draw König lately and wanted to give him a face, not to sure with the hair but this is the best i can come up with for now, aside from that...

SCAAAARRS facial scaaaars cause why not

[kinky-thirsty-reader]

Babygirl König (part 2)

-(…insert thirsty comment..)- 😏

Sorry it took too long :’)

[yuivamp]

ahhh yess my favourite man

[vegan-peppermint]

Flour and Frost

Pairing: Krampus!konigx reader

Cw: size kink, power play, slight cnc, breeding;

Inspired by this post.

Summery: in your village, men would dress as monsters on Christmas stealing women and children and run around the town. Your krampus had other ideas.

Did not proof read, I saw this post yesterday and tried to speed run this fic for it to be ready before Christmas. Might be bad and rushed. Will edit after new years.

Word count: 4k

The snow fell thick and soft, blanketing the jagged peaks of the mountains like a heavy quilt. The air was sharp and bracing, scented faintly with pine and the smoky warmth of wood-burning stoves. This was the village of your childhood Christmases, a place where the world seemed smaller, quieter, and steeped in old traditions. Nestled deep in the heart of the mountains, it felt like a hidden pocket of time where the modern world dared not intrude.

Traditions are the heart of the holidays, the thread that weaves magic into the season and shapes the way people celebrate. In every corner of the world, they bring warmth and wonder: streets lit up with strands of melted honey, the soft glow of advent candles peaking through the frosty windows and the -oh too comforting- aroma of cookies baking in old family kitchens.

But this village had its own unique tradition, one that set it apart from the glittering cities and quaint holiday fairs elsewhere. Here, Christmas wasn't just about warmth and cheer, it carried a shadow, a reverence for the old ways—

both enchanting and a little haunting.

When winter arrived and snow blanketed the wooden rooftops, the young people who had left for the city always hurried back to their childhood homes. So did you. This year, you came earlier than most, arriving in November to help at your family’s bakery. The holiday season brought plenty of special orders, far too much for your grandmother’s old hands to handle alone.

As your hands kneaded the cookie dough behind the counter, your mind was heavy with thoughts and debates. The life you’d built back in the States wasn’t bad—a steady job, a cozy apartment near the city center—but as the warmth of this small, close-knit community enveloped you, a cold stone pressed heavily in your chest. Before sinking any deeper, the bell on the door jingled.

"Hello! Welcome to Frost and Flour, how can I help you today?" you greeted with a cheerful smile.

The man—who, no doubt, had to bow his head to fit through the doorframe—returned the smile, his lips barely visible beneath a fluffy green wool scarf.

"Hallo," his voice came out muffled, the words soft behind the thick fabric. Snowflakes clung to his blonde hair, drifting down like sugar crystals. He shook his head with a swift motion, trying to flick them off, and the gesture reminded you of a puppy entering your shop on a snowy day.

You recognized him, yet you couldn't really match the face to the name. He was the son of the lovely, old woman living on your street, Frau Lieder. Unlike her son, who resembled the mountains that surrounded your village rather than a man, Frau Lieder was as delicate as a breeze, tiny as an ant. Even though she was always quiet and humble, she'd always sit upright and proud when talking about her son, the colonel.

"It's not too late to place an order, no?" He spoke, taking his scarf off revealing his red, frozen cheeks.

"No, not at all. Come in, come in!" You encouraged quickly running to the tap to wash your hands off. "It's really freezing outside! Would you like anything warm to drink? Coffee, or tea?"

He shook his head in refusal, but the way his frozen eyelashes trembled seemed to tell a different story. "How about a coffee? I made too much for myself already," you patted your hands dry on the apron.

The man opened his mouth to protest, but you didn’t give him a chance. Gently guiding him to an empty table, you set down the coffee before him and sat down beside him, placing your own cup next to his to ease the tension. He didn’t seem eager to speak, so you attempted to fill the silence, though your words came out a little more forced than usual.

"You came a long way, didn't you? You look like a snowman," you remarked, trying to break the ice.

He only hummed in response, a soft sound, and you hesitated for a moment before pressing on. "Want sugar in your coffee?"

"It's fine like this, thank you," he said, his voice calm but distant.

An awkward silence settled between you both, thick and uncomfortable. He looked tired so you decided to give up. Not everyone wants to chit-chat, you understood that.

"So, what do you want to order?" You got right to the point.

"Oh, Ja... I need two Stollen," he replied.

"Yeah, we can definitely do that," you said, quickly moving into a list of other things you could offer. You kept talking, listing the flavors and sweet treats, drifting in how they were made and why you made them the best. He seemed taken aback by your sudden burst, but after a while, you saw him relax. He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs comfortably, and took another sip of his coffee, the steam rising around him like a cloud. His icy blue eyes didn’t leave you as you talked, causing your words to spill faster. They were fixed on you with a piercing intensity, scanning your every expression.

"So I think you should really add the chocolate cookies- we also make them vegan if that's the case-"

"That sounds good," he finally said, agreeing to the order. You jotted it down quickly.

"Great choice, I'll throw in some samples of the others as well!" You grinned, excited for people to try your new recipes.

The cups were filled with coffee still. You lingered as much as you could, writing as to avert his eyes. What's up with people with blue eyes and staring like that? You could still feel his gaze on you as you re-read the same 5 items for the thousandth time.

You shifted in your seat, unsure of what to do with yourself. He seemed to notice, and you caught the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"Something wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful tease.

You swallowed, trying to regain your composure. "No, just... not used to quiet customers," you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

He hummed, just as you were accustomed. You stood up quickly, feeling the need to escape the weight of the silence, and found something to occupy yourself behind the counter, fiddling with a few stray utensils. The soft clink of ceramic was the only sound until, after a moment, he spoke. "You going to the Christmas fest tonight?" His voice was low, almost secretive.

"Yeah, so excited," you replied with a laugh, grateful for the change in topic. "It’s the reason I came all this way!"

"Me too," he said solemnly, and something familiar downed on you. That’s when it hit you. "You're the one dressing as Krampus, aren't you?" you exclaimed, a bit too eagerly.

The surprise on his face was brief, quickly replaced by an expression that matched your own newfound curiosity. "I—I remember you," you added, turning to face him, a rush of memories flooding back. "Last year, I brought my younger sister too—you stole her and lifted her up in the air—swinging her around. She loved it so much."

"Ah, seems like I did a shit job—kids are supposed to be afraid of me," he chuckled.

You thought about the scary outfit he'll wear tonight, the furs that will coat his big back doubling him in size. How he'll run around, stalking and shouting- you couldn't help but hope he will be chasing you as well.

"Being punished by Krampus sounds pretty good, to be honest—"

You caught yourself too late, the words already hanging awkwardly between you. Maybe if you played dead, he’d just walk away, pretend nothing happened. You refused to acknowledge what you’d said, refusing to even glance at him. Faking a heart attack or any kind of medical emergency sounded plausible—anything to escape the tension creeping up your spine. The silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable.

You opened your mouth but no words came out.

A Christmas miracle happened right in that moment as an elderly customer entered the shop.

"Welcome to Frost and Flour! How can I help you?" You beamed without skipping a beat, grateful you didn't have to start choking or throw yourself on the floor.

As you listened to the customer and answered his questions, you felt a heavy set of eyes pressing down on your frame. You didn't look at him again, tried really hard not to. He finished his coffee, got up, and left without saying a word. At the last possible moment, the second between the door hitting the frame, his eyes met yours for one last time. And as the door shut with a loud thud, leaving a sudden silence in its wake, you realized you hadn't asked for his name. You looked down at the empty line left at the bottom of his order and wrote:

Krampus.

The sun set down, the sky turned from blue to orange and back to blue again. You had met with some friends at the small Christmas market, wandering around the little wooden shops that lined the square. Laughter and chatter filled the chilly air as you and your friends picked up festive Christmas toys, nibbled on gingerbread, and sipped warm drinks. The air was alive with the sound of the Christmas choir, their voices drifting through the market and adding a touch of magic to the evening.

As time passed and the night grew darker, the atmosphere shifted. The carolers’ songs faded and adults began to gather around the tables, glasses in hand. It wasn’t long before Krampuses started appearing, stalking through the crowd. The sound of children screaming and running to their parents echoed through the square, while some men pretended to be brave, stepping forward to protect their girlfriends. You couldn’t help but laugh as some of your friends found themselves the prey of a particularly mischievous Krampus, who chased them with exaggerated growls, making the whole scene feel like a playful dance between fear and festivity.

"What's wrong?" Your friend asked through laughter. "Come on, why they long face?"

You suddenly became aware of your thoughtful expression and quickly excused yourself. You had been thinking about your Krampus- both embarrassed and hopeful to see him again. "You better cheer up soon, or the krampus will get you!" Another friend teased.

The air was suddenly filled with the deep, resonant thud of drums, each beat like a heartbeat pounding through the square. A group of men pushed their way through the crowd, their rhythmic movements sharp and precise, their boots striking the cobblestones with deliberate thuds. Their dance was primal and hypnotic, an echo of something ancient and untamed. Behind them, two towering Krampuses loomed, their enormous cowbells clanging with a deafening ring that sent shivers through the crowd. Draped in heavy, fur-lined cloaks that swayed with each step, their grotesque masks twisted into demonic faces that seemed to leer at anyone who dared to meet their gaze. The crowd recoiled instinctively, a ripple of nervous laughter and gasps breaking the tension as the Krampuses stalked forward, commanding both fear and awe.

The main drummer, the same one who had parted the crowd in two, struck his drum with a horrendous bang that swallowed all other noise. In unison, the crowd fell silent, their collective breath caught in their chests. Yet, despite the stillness, a distant rhythm lingered in the air—a pulsing thrum that echoed: the rapid, heavy pounding of every heart present.

Thud!

The crowed took a step back in anticipation as the Krampuses looked around hungrily.

Thud! Thud!

The beats served as a count down, a warning and threat before the krampuses will be set free. You were too mesmerized by the show that you haven't realized you were being watched.

Thud! Thud! THUD!

That's when you noticed the taller monster staying still, focusing on you. Shivers creeped unbidden down your spine, cold and sharp, leaving goosebumps as they passed. Your stomach plummeted, a hollow, twisting ache of dread settling deep within you, even before your gaze met his. You didn’t need to see his eyes to recognize it was him—undeniably, inescapably him.

The rhythmic pounding of the drums grew faster, more frantic, but the meaning escaped you, lost in the haze of your thoughts. Blurred figures rushed past, their panicked shouts blending into something you barely registered. Shoulders slammed into you, hands shoved, voices screamed, everything—the chaos, the fear, the blinding motion—blurred and faded, except for that mask. That awful, looming mask. Its hollow gaze pinned you in place, your focus narrowing until it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Then, like the sharp crack of a pin dropping onto glass, the veil lifted. The muffled roars of the crowd became deafening, the banging and fireworks thundered in your ears, and the swell of scared people pressed against you, pulling you back into reality.

Run.

The word tore through your mind, an instinct louder than the drums, louder than the crazy fantasies you had. Run. You have to run.

The adrenaline hit you in full force, blood pumping hot through your veins as your feet pounded against the uneven ground. The small, twisted streets were making it harder for you, but you didn’t dare look back—you didn’t need to. You knew he was there. You could feel it, like a cold breath on the back of your neck.

You knew in the moment you broke eye contact, the second your body shifted to flee, he was already moving. His feet swept through the mud, closing the distance with the precision of a predator. He wasn’t chasing—you realized, with a spike of fear—he was hunting.

Exhaustion hit you hard, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your legs felt like lead, slowing to a near halt. Your body begged for rest, and you made the mistake of glancing over your shoulder. The street was empty—silent. No sign of him, nothing but the faint echo of your own heavy breathing. As you huffed in relief, grateful for the brief moment of peace, a hand clamped down on your waist, and another shot up to cover your mouth, muffling the scream you let out instinctively.

It all happened so fast, the way he grabbed you and spun you on his shoulder as if you weighted nothing. He ran away with you through the crowds, some people cheered and others ran away in fear of being the next victim. He ran past the crowds, past the houses and the gardens. The snow was getting higher and the lights were getting dimmer as the two of you strayed further from the towns fest.

No matter how much you screamed or how many questions you'd ask, he'd remain silent, eyes straight ahead not minding you at all.

"Please, stop! Put me down!" you begged for what felt like the hundredth time.

This time, he paused. With a grunt, he hurled you onto the snow-covered ground, your body colliding with the icy surface.

"You make so much noise," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I wonder how much louder you can get."

You stumbled onto your feet but the slippery ground betrayed you as you slipped again. Above you, the massive figure loomed, his imposing horns casting jagged shadows across the snow.

Your eyes were getting watery and your lip began to tremble. You were scared- your heart thumping and body trembling, that was fear. But the excitement that grew in your stomach and the urge to rub your legs against each other were something else entirely.

"Please," you whispered as a last plea, curling up as to make yourself as small as possible.

"Don't play dumb with me, little one. You deserve to be punished, you'll take what I'll give you and say thank you," he said.

Your eyes moved frantically from his mask to his muddy boots, then up his legs to the hard erection visible through his black pants before meeting the black holes where eyes were supposed to be.

"Please," you cried out doe eyed not sure what you were begging for.

The beast fell to his knees with a heavy sound making you flinch. You tried to push yourself further, but his strong hand grabbed at your ankle harshly. He dragged you by the foot, your skirt rising up as your ass slided on the cold snow. He let go of your leg, hand moving to your inner knee, slowly dragging his nails up your thigh.

"So sensitive," he coes when your skin reacts so eagerly to his touch. You instinctively grabbed at his hand which hovered above your panties. He paused his movement, seemingly amused at your attempt. "Go on," he leaned closer, covering your body with his own, the mask mere inches from your face. "Fight back," he breathed out a threat. "Try and fight me off, little lamb."

His hand slapped your clothed pussy, the weak attempt at a stopping him completly ignored. You let out a loud moan at the sudden feeling of pain.

His calloused hand started rubbing up and down the thin fabric. The daunting realization of how wet being hunted down like pray made you hit you as the panties became drenched.

"Aren't you ashamed?" He teased, fiddling with the zipper of his pants, tugging them just enough to free his large cock. "Being violated gets you this wet, Schatz?"

You whimper and squirm trying to get away from his touch, thriwing your hands at him- scratching and grabbing at his horns and neck.

Pathetic. That’s the only word for it. You know you’re not trying to escape or fight back. No, you’re just edging him on, hoping he'll snap and take out all his built up anger on you.

He easily grabs your wrists in one rapid motion. No matter how much you'd try, pulling with your whole body and then some, his grip would effortlessly stay the same.

"I'm going to fuck you," he announced pinning your hands above your head with one hand. "You will cry and scream and plead- and you will swallow every inch I give you."

He pulled your panties to the side placing his angry tip at the entrance. In the dead of night, under the midnight sky the lewd, wet sound of his dick spreading your juices was so loud.

No waiting, he pushed himself inside your throbbing cunt splitting you open.

"F-Fuck," you plead. "T-Too big, 's too big!" Your gummy walls stretch around his girth, causing your to choke in pain. The resistance slowly fades away as your cunt leaks more with every shallow thrust as he fills you up in ways you've never thought were possible.

"You can take it," he hissed, allowing you to adjust to his size. His cock was throbbing inside of you, pulsating eagerly. "You feel that? Feel what you do to me? I'm so hard for you, Schatz. Don't you wanna make me feel good?"

"Agh~," you cry out as you feel more of his size slipping inside your wet cunt. He let's go of his tight grip bringing one of your hands down to your stomach. His hand on top of yours as he's bullying his cock inside you. You feel him moving, the buldge in your stomach rising and lowering in sync with his thrusts. He growled loudly as you spammed around his dick so soon, moaning loudly and rolling your eyes in the back of your head, finally allowing him complete access as you cum on his fat cock.

"You're the tightest cunt I've fucked in a long time," he said bringing his hands on your hips angling you slightly better. His balls were hanging on your ass and his tip was pushing twords your womb.

If you could think straight, you'd be embarrassed of cumming just from being filled, of the moans and gasps you made with every inch he gave you. But the warmth of the village is distant and the ground behind your back is freezing, you need him- his warmth- to keep the cold from swallowing you whole.

Through teary eyes, you look at him. The faint light spilling from the village clings to his mask and coat, tracing his silhouette in an otherworldly glow, as if he were carved from shadow and firelight. He is no longer just a man draped in beast's clothes;

And yet, his gaze lingers on you, heavy and unreadable, somewhere between a silent threat or solemn apology.

It started slowly, dragging his member out then pushing it back in with slightly more forced than before. Your whole body was pressed deeper into the ground, head bobbling to his increasing rhythm.

One if his hands reached up to your chest, cupping one of your breast through the cotton material of your dress, the other digging into the side of your hip. He found your hardend nipple with ease, rubbing it between his fingers. He'd pinch and drag them only to see them bounce more viciously.

"Shush," he'd scold through heavy breaths. "If you keep moaning like that people will hear you. They'll see you spread wide getting your pussy stuffed, is that what you want?"

When his words were only getting you more riled up, he'd let go of your hips moving it to your loud mouth. He fell onto of you, his heavy body crushing your smaller frame, one hand desperately pulling at your tits while the other pressing hard on your mouth. He pounded into you like a man starved, abusing your needy hole.

You looked so pretty right now, your Krampus thought behind his mask. Your face was flushed, your eyelashes sticking together from tears. Strands of hair, damp from the snow melting behind you, clung to your face, yet your eyes were hazed with pleasure. He got you like this, so pathetic and cock drunk. You tried to say something but your words were muffled.

"Shut up, just a little- a little longer longer-," he sounded desperate, a change in his steady demeanor. "You'll take all I give you, every last drop of cum- Fuck- I'll pump you full of cum, you horny bitch," he groand against your neck, thrusting into you deeper than before.

He fucked you through his orgasm, cock twitching and slaming hot cum inside your cunt, a white ring foaming where your body met.

He fucked you through your orgasm, his dick barelling into you making sure you won't spill a drop of this gift he had given you.

Your legs were shaking around him, hands dirty and tired from clawing at the ground. His chest rumbled against your own.

After he pulled out, he shoved his fingers in its place- pushing his cum deep into you. You'd lick them clean afterwards, after he pulled you back on your feet. Your eyes tried to find his behind the devil mask, as his fingers explored your mouth.

You didn't.

The night didn’t feel as cold as before, the stars no longer just wishes in the sky, but silent witnesses to everything that had unfolded. You didn’t dare move, or speak—not before he would at least. You tensed, waiting for words that never came, as he grabbed you with an eerie calm, lifting you once more, just as he had in the beginning

[saltysharks]

is this anything

[ponira24]

Your yuri is served 🤏🖍🌈 enjoy yor meme

[contemptible-scoundrel]

my "suicidal hermit" lifestyle has been largely detrimental to my emotional wellbeing