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Part one.

Simon x singer reader

Music is often the way to ones heart. It’s undeniable how music makes one feel. Turn on some classical music and your mind goes clear. Some rock and you feel angry at the world. Or, if you want, turn on a love song and embrace the longing you have for someone. Music is pure emotion put into little vibrations. Normal people listen to an array of genres and artists. They also play songs from time to time, to relax or get pumped up at a party. Those are the usual habits people have when it comes to music. Or maybe, they’re like Ghost and indulge in different music habits. Repetition. Playing the same song or artist over and over again to feel a higher level of connection to it. Repetition is what makes Ghost feel close to you. Your voice, the melodies you choose, the lyrics you write. You were perfect with the voice of an angel. And your lyricism was otherworldly. No one had ever replicated the creativity you had. And no one has ever made him feel the way you do. The wars of his past fades when you’re singing in his ears. And his hand tightens around his shaft when he listens to your sexiest song. Maybe the better word to use isn’t repetition, but obsession.

Imagine how ecstatic he feels when his phone dings and it’s a notification from your channel. You were in an interview. He was listening, or trying to since your v-cut shirt was entirely too entrancing. His attention was brought back to your voice when he heard the best news ever. You were going on tour. He would finally get to see you. Hear your voice in real time. He could finally fucking see your eyes close when you sing about him fucking you for hours. Though that part is his imagination of course. He instantly got onto his computer, going onto your website to see your touring dates and locations. You were coming right to him. His heart throbs in his chest and he buys a front row ticket faster than light. He didn’t want anyone to be in his perfect view of you. He didn’t want anyone there at all. It dawns on him then, that he could make his own private event.

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Stray

Alucard x Lycan reader. Small spoilers for season 1.

Part 1. Part 2.

He could’ve done it better. He really could have. But what if you called reinforcements? He didn’t feel like killing anyone today. He tries to convince himself he did you a service. But still, was knocking you out really the best idea? You lay unconscious on a large bed with his eyes glued on you. He was concerned that soon he’d have to deal with a swarm of superhumans. He sighed and raked a hand through his golden hair at the thought. You take him out of his mind as you begin to stir. Quiet groans come from your mouth as you awaken. 

You rub your head and sit up, wondering why you have a killer headache. You swing your legs out of bed and move to get up. Then you lock eyes with him. Again. Only then do you realize this isn’t you room. You don’t even have a room. He makes no moves, and neither do you. “How is your head?” He asks, his voice softer than before, smooth like honey. You feel the throbbing but it’s not as bad as being dead. You respond, still apprehensive of the stranger, “Good.” It’s a simple response, all he needs. “And your leg?” Your eyes shoot down to your leg, praying it was still attached to the bone. They widen when you see a white bandage wrapped around it neatly. You slide your hand down your shin, no longer feeling pain shoot up into it. You nod back to him. “s’fine.” He mimics your nod and stands up. You flinch, growing defensive at his 6’5” frame. “Relax.” He offers his hand to you, but his eyes are cold and empty. You hesitantly take it, and he pulls you up. You stand on your own two feet, but as your bandaged leg hits the floor, pain stabs into your leg mercilessly. You let out a choked yelp and begin to fall forward. To both of your surprises, he doesn’t let you fall. Your head hits his chest and his body supports your weight. An internal battle begins in Alucard at that very moment. He sets you back down on the bed with a sigh. “Rest for now.” He was going to let you stay? The pair in the dim room were both unkeen on staying in the others' presence, but they also recognized the necessity. One injured Lycan and one injured Dhapir. One hurt of physicality, and one of the soul. 

“There is no need.” You muttered, going to stand up again. You didn’t want to owe anyone anything, even if your body longed to lay in the comfy bed again. Your legs tremble from the pain as they dangle over the bed. He has none of your refusal. “Nonsense. You will die if you go back out there.” Your eyes snap up to him. “And I am supposed to find a stranger any safer?” You countered quickly. His jaw clenches and he’s almost tempted to throw you out right then. Less work for him and less time listening to your stupid rebuttals. He rubs his temple with his hands, trying to find any leftover pity for you. “I am no threat to you. And I do not wish for anything you may have.” He tries to calm your growing suspicions. You glance down at your leg and think. You really had nowhere better to go. With a drawn-out sigh, you nodded, “Alright.” A smile twitches on Alucard's face. He gently lays you back down, one hand on your thigh and another on your back. Your eyes are locked on each other as his strong hands lower you onto the mattress. Quite intimate for a couple of strangers. He covers your body with a linen sheet and walks to the door, his boots thumping on the floor. He takes one more glance at you before shushing out, “Rest, I will check on you soon.” With that, a strange feeling of comfort washed over you. Maybe he wouldn’t be a stranger for long.

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Stray

Part 1.

Alucard x Lycan reader. Small spoilers for season 1.

Water splashed into the air as Alucard dove is hand into the cool lake. He skewered a fish onto his claws and tossed it into his woven basket. He was collecting dinner for tonight. Dinner for one. It had been that way for a while now, Alucard on his own. No friends, no family, and no room for trust in his heart. He had been hurt and betrayed more than anyone could bare and it was tearing him apart inside. Every day he was reminded how alone he was. Alone until there was a rustle in the trees. His eyes are already alert and focused on the sound. He’s surprised when you pop out of the foliage, injured and.. Beautiful. He hides himself from your vision, but you’re still in his.

You finally found water. Parched, you almost leap into the pond. You lean down and drink the liquid like a mad man. Once you’re satisfied, you sit on the edge of the lake, catching your breath. All seemed better until you felt throbbing in your leg again. You dip your cut limb into the water to rinse away the dried blood. You winced at the cold feeling tingling your wound. Being by yourself, you were an easy target for night creatures. But being a lycan, you stood a good chance against them. Just.. not the last one. The monster you fought recently was ruthless and wouldn’t die for the longest. You were fighting it for what seemed like centuries, even if it was just 30 minutes. You kept inflicting minor wounds on it until it finally fell. The demon got its licks in too, hence why you’ve been limping around for a few days. But at least you’ve gotten some water in your system. A couple more hours and you would’ve been smelling colors.

After cleaning off your leg, you decide to clean off the rest of your body too. You start to strip off your cloak, but before you could remove your hood, a branch hits the ground in the distance. Your ears perk up and your eyes follow. Then you see him. You make eye contact with him for a few seconds, the tension palpable. He hadn’t expected you to hear him up in the trees, no average human could. A gust of wind comes as if on cue, pushing your hood down and revealing your true identity to him. A wolf person.

He’s stunned. Wolf people usually stay in the mountains with their packs. What was up with you being by yourself. Or were you? With that thought alone Alucards defensiveness skyrocketed. In his head, he was counting how many human sized sticks he had prepared, just in case. His hand twitches and you sprint off, leaving the man in the dust. Except he isn’t an average man either, but a dhampir. He catches up to you instantaneously and pins you to the dirt floor. You claw and resist, trying to push against his inhuman strength with your own. Killing Dracula takes alot strength though, and he’s able to keep you down. “What are you doing here? Where is your pack?” He questions you, voice hard and deep. He thinks you’re not alone? Good. You howl, hoping maybe it would scare him off. But you’re not able to finish your hope as the world goes black.

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showering with ghost after a long day of training for the both of them 😻😻

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A relieved sigh left your lips as you walked into your flat. You roll out your neck, tossing your duffle bag to the floor and kicking off your shoes. You rubbed your shoulders and let out a soft wince. Today was so draining. Training kicked your ass and you felt the soreness everywhere. You slumped straight into your bathroom, eager to wash the dirt and sweat off you. You turn on the shower to let it get hot while you remove your clothes. With throbbing muscles, you stepped into the running shower.

When the water patterned across your skin, you felt rejuvenated. Your muscles relaxed and your mind was cleared from the taxing shift. So lost in the experience, you didn’t hear the front door open. Or the steps leading to you. Or the bathroom door clicking closed. You finally noticed a presence when you heard a thump on the floor. Startled, you peek out the curtain. You’re met with Simons scarred back and a pile of tactical gear on the floor. A smile was already on your face when you greeted him. “Hey baby.”

You retreated back into the shower and began to wash yourself. There was no response from your lover. Maybe he left? You didn’t think much of it until the soap in your hand hit the floor. Simon had you pinned against the shower wall. “Love.” He hushed into your ear, voice raspy and tired. You open your mouth to speak, looking over your shoulder to him when he places his large hand over your mouth. “I need this.” You catch a glint in his eyes. It’s terrifying. His gaze alone sends a jolt down your body. Straight to your pussy. His body is radiating with anger. Before you could free yourself, he starts to tease your hole with his hard on, pushing inside you almost instantly. He doesn’t start slow, instead he fucks into you like you stole something. Your sexual sounds were muffled as his hand kept your lips closed and your body in place. His other hand slapped against your tender ass, the feeling sharp and hot. He pumped your soft walls full as he cursed out, “Damn new recruits are useless.” He starts to take his bad day out on you, greedily stuffing your cunt. His breaths are growls, rough; Just like his stroke.

Your tears are running away with the shower water, gone down the drain fleetingly. The Ghost continues to mumble his complaints into your ears, his dick drilling into your poor pussy. In between his rant he speaks to you, “Good.. good fucking slut. Better trained than any fuckin’ solider.” He degraded. “Keep taking my cock like that doll, my dumb whore.” He laughs mockingly. You start to claw at his hand and he pulls your hair harshly to bring your face closer to his. He’s annoyed at your protests. “Fucking hell.. Cut it out. You're damn better than this.” He’s rough with you. He’s not being as considerate as he usually is. He’s forcing his cock into you at a merciless pace. From this position, you got a full view of his flexing muscles, his veiny arms keeping you in his control. The sight alone makes you peak. You scream into his hand when he makes you cum. The tears on your face only encourage him. He continues to use you and all the hot water. His motions start to grow sloppy when his climax approaches. He lets a long groan out as he brims you with his cum. One last heavy slap to your bottom and a hungry kiss after releasing your captive mouth. When he hears those perfect whimpers fall from your lips he knows he needs more. He releases you and turns off the water, making you turn your panting frame to him. Simon tugs the curtain back and orders you, “The bed, now.”

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Ex: Fluff moments, Day in the life, Background lore. Just small glimpses of what your life would be like with König. Would probably revolve around requests.

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Wild Flowers.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Monster!König x reader.

Königs ears flicker and he stares at you with dumbfounded eyes. He thought maybe he was hearing things. He happily nods his head, so hard you’d think it would fly off. He was then following you home with the hot soup in his hands. You could hear his tail cutting through the air. You had no idea what you were doing or why, but you were allowing some strange man into your home! You push the door open and hold it for him as his hands are full. You kick off your shoes and lose a couple inches of height. König places the pot down on your kitchen counter and turns back to face you. Looking down to you, you catch how his eyes are filled with blatant excitement. Such an infectious feeling transfers over to you, making your body and doubts ease. Ever since he fixed your door, an odd feeling has been bubbling inside of your stomach.

You take in a small breath and walk into your bedroom. He truly follows like a lost puppy, keeping himself in arms reach of you. You sit on the edge of your bed and he remains standing with a craned neck. You pat the empty spot next to you for him to sit. He obliges and makes the bed dip from his weight. Noticing how dirty his clothes are, you absentmindedly trace a hand along his chest. You stand to your feet, now eye level with the wolf-man. He’s breathing hard again, and.. shaking? For König this was both heaven and hell. He was in your home, surrounded by your scent and being touched by you. But, it took everything in him not to grab and take you for his own. Unaware of his internal battle, you assume he’s just cold.

Still oblivious you slip his shirt off, now faced with his bare and hairy chest. You turn your back to him after tossing the fabric to the side. “I will go get some water to rinse you, I will be back” You’re only able to make one step before König snares you, his strong arms squeezing your body. His sparse and husky growls were filling your ears as his head dipped down to yours. The new found closeness allows his hot breath to tickle your neck and you feel aroused. “Nein. Stay.” He orders with no room for debate. You nodded as you were in no position to argue. With your submission, König feels his erection grow unbearable. In a flash your back is to the bed, König over you.

He is trembling, desperately trying not to fuck you right here. You gaze up at him with those innocent eyes and his penis jumps. He can’t stand to look at you any more. His savior, the one he would set the world ablaze for. He rests his head on the bed next to yours, his uneven breaths filling the quiet air. Your heart is pounding and a bundle of heat is forming between your legs. His monstrous body caged you between him and the mattress but for some reason, you grow concerned for the man. He looks unwell, so you let him know you’re still here and supporting him. You kiss his cheek. You kiss him. König stops breathing and his body becomes frozen in place. He slowly pulls back, looking at your face with awe and shock. You wore a soft smile on your face. Too inviting for him.

His eyes trace across your body and they linger on your flawless plump curves. He sees how your hips are made for breeding, and his dick starts to leak of precum. Without a warning, he takes his sharp claws and tears off your dress. You yelp, surprised at the sudden motion. His mouth doesn't know where to start, so he leaves kisses everywhere. Your tummy, your breast, your neck. nothing is untouched by him. animalistic noises seep from his mouth as he finally has you. You mewl under his passionate attacks. Your hips buck up in dire need of friction, the heat growing to be too much. König understands and slips his pants off, allowing his cock to spring out. It’s drooling for you, and it’s huge. The sheer length of it makes your breath hitch, and the girth makes your pussy throb. You want him inside of you. You need to feel him. You catch his gaze and you harp out to him, “Please.” That sole word sends König into a frenzy. He starts to rub his aching dick along your soft folds to get his slick onto you. He’s waited too long for this moment and he was going to fucking savor it. he slammed his lips onto yours needily, taking your lips and your breath. You claw at his back, need boiling up in your body past management. Your body is soon littered in deep marks and kisses. König bites and sucks at every inch of skin you have, making the spots ache. You're out of breath simply from his adoration of you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter. But the kiss wasn't just him showing his love, it was a warning. He began to slide himself inside of your neglected hole. His growls grow as you have trouble fitting him inside of you. Screams leave your mouth at the stretch of his insane size. Tears roll down your cheek, but as quickly as they fall, König kisses them away. You tangle your trembling hands in his messy hair and try to pull him off of you. He doesn't budge. His jagged nails lock into the bed, leaving tears in your cottony sheets. Your whines make him twitch inside of you. He leans down, whispering in your ear. “Meine Liebe, ich werde dich niemals verlassen.” (My love, I will never leave you.) He then starts to take slow thrusts inside of you, forcing your pink walls open to no end. His weeping dick skirrs though your downy pussy, making you become accustomed to his monstrous shape. Your cries calm and die down into pants as it grows enjoyable. Once he feels your hips squirming, calling for more, he picks up his pace with a grunt. He fucks into you with a salacious stroke, hitting deep inside your gummy interior. You gasp when get a view of him wildly digging into you, his face entranced with ecstasy. He keeps your head trapped in between his arms, staring at you with intense lust. Your pretty face and sounds turned him even more barbaric.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. Harshly, he grabs your hips and pushes his cockhead inside your tightness again. Your body was just too welcoming. He rams into you with no remorse, ignoring your pleading speeches. Tears coat your cute face as he stuffs your pussy, the pain and pleasure consuming your mind. His grip on your ass leaves your skin red and sore. He feels the need to breed you, to make you his. Watching your perfect body bounce with every push spurs him on. You have no choice but to feel every thick inch plunge into your sensitive area. The bubble formed in your tummy is about to pop. He keeps his motions up, making your gushing hole remember the shape of him. With a loud cry you cum hard on his cock, making him give a dark chuckle. “Just like that, Mein kleiner Welpe.'' (My little pup) He cooed, stroking your back. You pant and paw at the sheets, the pleasure overwhelming your senses.

König knew then that you were made for him, for his cock. He knew his purpose was to protect and fill you to the brim with his seed. With newfound identity, he cums deep in your womb, your pleasured howls making him feel accomplished. He puts in a few more strokes, making sure you're filled with his cubs. He cherishes the memorable sight of your juices mixed together, cum leaking out your precious pussy. His perfect pussy. He kisses down your back as he carefully pulls out. When his mouth reaches your clit, he kisses it gently. You give him the softest moan he’s heard yet. Finding it so darling, he licks at your overstimulated lips. You whimper and breathe out, “Please.. I-i can’t '' He clusters up the small remains of self control in him, even though he wanted nothing more than to test the limits of your statement. He laid next to you and pulled you into his chest with ease. He rubbed your back calmingly. “Okay?” He asked, wanting to know if he hurt you or not. “I’m okay.” Your tired voice spoke, slightly raspy from the endless moaning. He looks down at you with a mellow smile. He wipes a tear away from your eye and whispers, “Königs.” You hum quietly in response, caving into his desires. At long last you were his; he feels complete. You rest against his chest and he lulls you to sleep, both of you eventually dozing off. He keeps a light sleep to ensure he can still protect you. Leaking his seed, König finally made you his Königin. The next time the sun came out, it would be burning brighter than before, and your life with him would begin.

Hello! This concludes Wild Flowers. I hope you enjoyed my first story! Please feel free to share ideas with me!

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Wild Flowers.

Part one. Part two. Part three.

Monster!König x Reader.

The night fell and you were still too afriad to move. You feared the beast would come back to eat or kill you. The thought of him coming to finish the job rattled your bones, making it impossible to sleep. You were starving too. Chilly gusts of wind would leak through your now broken door, making the situation even harder to bear. After minutes of mustering up your courage, you stood to shaky feet and tried to silently creep through your own house. You searched for food, your stomach rumbling at the lack of sustenance. It then dawns on you that today was harvesting day and you had a heap of fresh food waiting for you. Outside. You shivered at the thought of even stepping foot on the grass surrounding your porch, but your famished body urged you to go. You inched out, weary of any watching presence you were confident stalked about. You reached your small garden after what seemed like years, bending down to grab the basket. Then you heard it. The rustling of the forest leaves. Your head jerks up at the sound and there you are, met with his gaze once more. You stop breathing all together, body tensing. He seems even bigger than before, even with the cloak of the dark woods. You start to take in his physical with the little light you had, noticing his bulging muscles and injuries littered around his skin. He wasn’t ugly like a beast, strange. What was he? The thoughts dissipate instantly as he takes a step towards you. You drop the basket and your feet track backwards, trying to keep your distance from.. it? He stalks closer and you’re almost positive he’ll lunge forward.

Königs claws slowly reach down, grabbing a tomato and plopping it back into your basket which rested on the ground. He continues his motions, gathering your fallen food and placing them back where they belong. His small rationale tells him he is doing the right thing, and that he was helping his angel. König does forget his appearance though, how he perfectly embodies the apex predator he was. He doesn’t know how his thick fangs flash every time he opens his mouth. He doesn’t know how powerful his gaze is. And he certainly doesn’t know how hot lethal his hands looked. All veiny and bruised, they looked like they could snap you in half instantly. All of this combined with his hairy wolfish body made him horrifying, but damn sexy.

He continues to gently pick up the basket and extends his arm, offering it to you. Your eyebrows furrow as you finally think about what he is doing. He is being nice. Your hands hesitantly take the basket from him, both of your eyes locked on one another's. He moves into you, making you flinch and close your eyes for a moment. They peek open when you hear a click in the distance. The beast was gone. You ran back around to your front door and couldn’t help but notice the hinge back in place. He fixed the door. A smile played at the corners of your mouth as you wrap your head around all his previous gestures. He had never once tried to hurt you, he only aided you. You sighed at the conclusion and trudged into your cabin, closing and locking the door behind you. You make a quick meal before finally retiring off to bed. Maybe, just maybe, you’d make him a thank you gift in the morning.

The sun rises and it is not nearly as sweet as the day before. The air was thicker knowing there was something watching you. You rolled out of bed, still exhausted from the day prior but determined to finish up your neglected chores. You take a glance at your basket of crops and memories flood back into you. Flashes of his rough and masculine body under the moonlight invade your mind, uninvited and perverted. You heartbeat fastens as his good-natured actions circle your psyche. You let out a frustrated groan, holding your head in your hands. Why didn’t you hate the thought of him? Irritated with yourself, you cave in and make the mutant a stew. Using your prime vegetables and bone broth you create a warm, homey soup. You walk outside into the familiar cold air, pot in hand. You peer into the eerie surroundings as you place the pot down at the edge of the tree line. “Hello?” You called out into the dawning, oddly silent woods. Your soft voice coaxed the hunter from his hiding spot. Promptly, König is emerging from the trees, in front of you in an instant. Dark eyes are trained on you. You take notice of his still tail and a part of you feels somber that he isn't showing as much excitement as before. You shake the silly idea out of your head and point at the pot. “Thank you. For taking care of the snake and um.. helping me with my vegetables.” You mumble, eyes looking everywhere but his. Unable to control himself any longer, König takes a sizable leg closer and wraps his arms around you. His grip was tight. Your eyes widen in shock at the reflex, your breath being whisked away from the firm hug. Fear arose inside you at the proximity, but a new emotion found its way into you as well. You remained stiff, naturally after becoming scared again. He reluctantly releases you after long seconds once he comes to realize you're uncomfortable. Your eyes meet his for the first time that morning and he speaks to you. “Alles für dich.” (Anything for you.) Something sparks inside of you when you hear his voice. It’s gruff and raspy, as if he hasn’t spoken in years. You don’t know that he hasn’t. You don’t understand the language he speaks, making you tilt your head in confusion. His nose begins to sniff out the food you prepared and his tail sways a bit when he notices the pot. You take this time to speak up, clearing your throat to ask, “Do you speak English? I’m sorry but I didn’t understand what you said.” Never did you think you’d be apologizing to a hybrid brute like him, but here you were. His sight is back on you and his lips twitch a bit. The pace of his wagging tail quickens as he huffs out a response, “Yes.” Königs heart is thumping out of his chest because he's actually talking to you, communicating with the one he's already dedicated his life to.

Königs deep voice continues to make you feel something new, something primal. You take a step back because suddenly the air is hot and stuffy. He motions at the pot, “For me?” He asks, accent thick. You nod simply, waving at the container as if to say ‘dig in’. You turn to leave, but you stop yourself. What the hell were you doing? Your brain sounds the alarm as your lips part and speak something insane. Something you shouldn’t have said. “Would you like to come home with me?”

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Wild Flowers.

Part one. Part two. Part three.

Monster!König x Reader.

The sun illuminated the quiet hillside like a stunning oil painting. You stirred awake as the beams of light slipped past your thin curtains. Yawning, you sat up in your bed. Waking up early was exciting today because it was finally time to harvest your crops. You quickly put on a floral sundress and a pair of sandals. Pulling on your gardening hat, you practically skipped outside, moving to the back of your quaint cabin. The wind nipped at your skin but the sun shooed it away with its warm rays. Your chest rose slowly as you took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air. You redirected your attention to the flourishing plants and a smile snuck onto your face.

You carefully tended to your crops, clipping off ripe fruits and veggies as you leaned over your developed plot. Gentle, melodic hums escaped your mouth as you tossed the produce into your woven basket, the birds singing with you. It was such a beautiful morning, but to König, you were the most beautiful.

In the camouflage of the woods he watched you through the foliage, panting. The sound of your soft music gave him goosebumps, his furred tail whacking against poor trees that concealed him. König was a victim of secret experiments when he was in the military. The underground organization subjected him to a series of operations, changing his DNA in a remarkable scientific feat. But what was supposed to be dog-like enhancements for battle, resulted in an uncontrollable lycan. König tore through the illegal facility shortly after he was deemed “ready” to be a weapon. Since that day he roamed the mountain side, hunting like an average wolf. Nothing resembling benignity was inside him, he was simply a wild beast. Until he found you. Humanity struck him the first time he spotted you foraging in the woods. In that moment his heart began to beat again, for you. Since then, he’s been keeping a watchful eye on you. Your life is peaceful and he likes to believe he is the cause of it.

Your focus on your activity was light until you heard a loud hiss. Startled, you look down to see an aggravated snake. You jump to your feet and wearily create space between you and the reptile. There was no way you were going to pick the thing up, but you also couldn't leave it here to eat your plants or mess up the roots. You kept your eyes on the snake until a shadow was casted upon you. From your left, a large hand comes down to grab the rowdy snake. It’s thrown deep into the woods and the threat is diminished. A small ping of relief fills in you until you realize. What the fuck just grabbed the snake?

Your neck cranes up to see a drooling König, his chest heaving. Your heart drops and you’re stuck in place. König stands at a firm 6'10”, dwarfing anyone's height. Wolf-like ears stick out from his short hair that was tangled with twigs and dirt. He wore a battered t-shirt, stained with what you believed to be blood and soil. He looked terrifying even as his tail swung behind him through his ripped up pants. He was delighted to finally be face to face with you. The way your face was illuminated as a gorgeous golden brown by the sun made his heart flutter like never before, even if you were also cowering in fear.

Your legs twitch as if begging you to run. So just then, you did. You turn and bolt into the forest, running faster than you knew you could. The beast was hot on your heels, easily catching up to your sprint. You kept up for as long as you could before your face harshly met the rough soil. König lingered above you, keeping your body pinned to the ground. Helpless whines escape your mouth as you assume this is your death day. You can hear his deep, shaky breaths as his body covers yours. At your side you catch a view of his huge hands and murderous claws. Your breath hitches and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the fatal blow. But it never came. Instead, König lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Filled with a burst of bravery, you beat on his back and screamed at him to let you go. Opening your eyes, you gulp as you see how high up you were from the woods’ floor. He carried you back to your cottage quickly, not responding to any of your protests. He followed your scent as he pushed your front door open, accidentally breaking a hinge. He gently places you on your bed, the action a stark contrast to his appearance. He stands at the foot of your bed and you notice how he barely fits into your house. He has to bend his neck to keep his head from hitting your ceiling.

When he catches the shimmer of your sweet tears, something wakes within him. Feelings along the lines of sympathy and lust. His eyes reflect what he is feeling too easily, he is truly an open book. You remain on your bed, trembling from being subject to his gaze that is desperately trying to undress you. The silence breaks when his hand twitches, reaching towards you. You whimper, still assuming the worst. As much as he enjoys the tempting sounds, he knows he doesn’t want you to feel this way. His large fur-covered frame lets out a low growl and with the same speed he used to catch you moments before, he leaves your house. The sun was still kind and warm as you were left breathless and stunned from the freakish encounter.

Hello! This is my first story, i hope you enjoy. I am open to constructive criticism. :)