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munsonownsmyass · 4 months

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Silent night

Krampus x reader

Summary: On the night before Christmas, you have an encounter with the feared Krampus.... it doesn't go quite as expected.

Notes: @theradioactivespidergwen said she hoped for a Krampus fic this Christmas. So I promised to see if I could make one. This might not be what you expected or wanted, Mandy, but hope you think its okay 🤣

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Words: around 1 K

Warnings: None, really. Maybe just me taking some liberties with Krampus and thinking I'm funny 🤣

The sounds of bells fill the cold December air. But not the jolly warm bells we know from Santa, no. These were devoid of joy, ominous as their dead, soulless chimes sound in the night. The rusty hinges on the old, cracked sleigh sound as it lands on the lawn.

Big, black hooves land in the snow and with heavy steps, they make their way to the door. Claws scratching down the old wood, a warning of what is to come. A warning for those who haven’t been nice.

The door swings open, giving way for the icy winds to enter the warm suburban house. Its quiet. All the inhabitants still sleeping, but not for long. Soon one of them will be begging for his life. Soon he will be no more.

The hooded figure steps forward, the air around him chilling to the bone. His very presence harbors death and all joy is gone. Until one of the giant hooves lands on a toy brick and he almost looses his balance, the small brick wedged into the hoof.

”Son of a bitch! Who the fuck lets Lego lying around?! Jesus.” His deep voice rings through the silent house as he kicks the blocks away, pulling the wedged brick out. Suddenly the lights flicker on, and he freezes, looking up slowly to find a woman looking at him.

“Uhm, hi. You’re not supposed to be up.” Krampus says confused, confident that the whole house was sleeping when he entered.

“Well, I am now. You’re a little loud.” I yawn, looking at him. The ragged red coat with the white so dirty it looks grey. The massive horns protruding from his forehead and the hoofed feet that scrabe the hardwood floor. “Shit… You’re Krampus.”

“I… I am.” He says, making his voice a little deeper as he straightens.

“You’re not what I expected.” I chuckle softly, crossing my arms, taking in the creature before me. He might look the part, but his voice and the way he carries himself? Not at all like the horrific tales.

“Oh, you…” He pauses and his eyes turn fiery red, like the flames of Hell and the room gets darker as if a shadow suddenly falls upon it. “You wanted this, my child? To be frightened to your very core?”

His voice is gritty and cold as ice, the coldness seeping into my veins. My whole body tremble as he walks closer, the smell of sot and rotting flesh filling my nostrils. The way his hooves scrabe over the floor boards send shivers through me, making me regret I ever laid eyes upon him.

“Want me to scare you? To peel the flesh off your bones and feast upon your tender meat?” Krampus asks, his claws scratching my cheek as the red eyes stare into my soul, making my blood run cold.

“Yeah, no. I don’t do that much.” He says, his voice now back to normal and the room the same as it was before, as if nothing happened. “After a few hundred years it gets old.” He chuckles and scratches his neck.

“Only use it on the hardcore cases. Most are afraid or freeze the minute they see me, so I rarely need it.” He looks to me, slightly frowning as he leans in closer. “Why aren’t you scared?”

“I don’t know. Just aren’t. Well, I was when you did your Krampus voodoo.” I smile softly, shrugging my shoulders. Never been much of a scaredy cat.

“Huh.” It’s the first time in all his years that a human hasn’t feared him. This is… new and a little exciting. “You… Are you normally not scared?”

I just shake my head. Horror was one of my favorite things and there had always been a certain pull to the mysterious and unknown. I take a step closer, looking at his eyes, now that they are back to their normal brown color.

“Are you here for me?” I ask, confused. I might have some… not so normal interests, especially in what I read, but if that was all it would take, a lot more people would be taken.

“Oh, no. Don’t worry. I’m here for your brother.“ He averts my gaze for a second while he grins. “I mean, your taste sure is spicy, but not for me to judge.”

He smiles before gesturing to the stairs. “I should get going. The bad ones aren’t going to torture themselves.” He frowns for just a split second, but it’s enough for me to notice.

“You hate your job… Don’t you?” I ask and it causes him to stop, slowly turning back to face me.

“Well, yeah… Wouldn’t you hate being the bad guy for so long? The cause of all those nightmares? A cautionary tales used by grandmothers that want their grandchildren to behave.” He looks down, frustrated, before returning his gaze to mine. “It was fun for a while. Had a blast in the 1400-1600s. But… lately I’ve been asking for a replacement. Turns out it’s quite difficult when there’s only one me.” Krampus shrugs with a chuckle, trying to play it off, but I can see the frustration in his eyes.

“What about a vacation?” I suggest with a smile. “I mean, isn’t your job very seasonal?”

The way I smiles is really endearing and Krampus can’t help but feel… something. A little unsure what that feeling might be, he’s very interested, nonetheless.

“You know, I never thought about that.” He stands there for a moment, looking into my eyes. Even in his friendly stage, he is an intimidating sight, yet I don’t flinch. Not even a frown on my brow.

“Well, I…” With a nod, Krampus finally tears himself away and walk up the stairs, leaving me in the living room.

When he comes back downstairs, Krampus stops and finds me still there. “Where would you go on vacation?”

He notices how my eyes linger on the bag slung over his shoulder. Its still moving and there are faint screams coming from within. “Sorry, just… doing my job.”

“That’s okay. He was an asshole anyways.”

Krampus stares at the woman in front of him. So short and fragile compared to him yet standing so unbothered in his presence. “You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, I… I’m often told I’m different.” I shrug with another smile. For a while we just stand there, looking at each other. The smell of sot and rotting flesh still lingers in the air, but I don’t move, just awaits his next move.

“So. Where would you go on vacation?” Krampus asks again.

“If I could choose anywhere in the world, I’d travel to New Zealand.”

“New Zealand it is then.” He smiles, the gesture sweet in spite of his sharp teeth and harsh appearance. For a moment he lets his eyes linger on her, almost as if he’s searching for a reason not to go. But eventually he looks down and walks away.

“Happy holidays.” He says, voice surprisingly soft, before walking out the door, disappearing into the cold winter night.

That Christmas was more silent than usual in my house. The official story was that my low life brother walked out on his wife and kids. The others hoped he’d still come back, but I knew better. If I look closely, I can still see faint marks in the floorboards from where his hooves dragged over the old wood.

No one would believe me, of course, so I would never tell. That’s a little secret I would keep to myself. I did still think about him, though. Wondering how many souls he claims every Christmas. If he ever got that much needed time off.

But I shake off the thought as I start to remove my Christmas decorations. Christmas was over and the holiday would forever be changed for me. I’d never quite look at it the same again.

Tagging: @itwasthereaminuteago @e-dubbc11 @murdock-and-the-sea @mattmurdocksscars @boliv-jenta @chvoswxtch @idrinkcoffeeandobsess

And just a little no pressure tag, but @monster-bait I loved "There Arose Such A Clatter" (and all your other books ❤️), so thougth I'd tag you, eventhough my krampus is far from yours 🙈

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konigsblog · 4 months

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tis the season, what abt krampus! konig 😋😋 lil demon konig taking advantage of the reader who’s celebrating the holidays alone

cw: punishments 🎁🎄🎅

oh, you'll be holding onto his horns for dear life when he's fucking you down onto his huge, fat cock, impaling you with his massive dick. :(

krampus könig always takes advantage of you during the holidays because it's a perfect opportunity to threaten you with punishments. usually by spanking you. he adores having you bent over his lap, all spread out with your pussy drooling with arousal. each painful, harsh spank from the whip sends pain running down your spine. you're bound to be bruised, a sobbing mess; all puffy and swollen from his repetitive whippings!

he loves seeing you like this, having a thing for seeing you cry. when he's in his half goat-half demon form, he gets even taller than what he actually is. he'll hold you, bouncing you down onto his cock whilst standing, your smaller hands gripping his horns as he fucks deep and hard into you, folds wrapped tightly around his girthy dick as you attempt to take him whole desperate the pain and ache throbbing between your thighs — sparring you no mercy as you plead. something about your panic and terror as he smacks against your cervix drives him utterly crazy!

he continues for hour, while you're sore and aching, your muscles tense and strained from being fucked like this. könig's fur turns sweaty and musky, releasing his offspring into you for being so naughty this year, before bending you over and whipping you ‘til you're pleading with him to have some sympathy and empathy for you. :((

it's hard for krampus!könig to understand; he just see's you as perfect fit for his beatings and fuckings. but, be adores finally rewarding you with some new sex toys this year, while you slobber all over his veiny cock, panting like a dog with your new toy stuffed deep in your ass.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Can I request ELP’s gf getting jealous? Like, after a show some girl tries to flirt with him (cause we all know that boy is a FLIRT) and she has to get all territorial and possessive. I feel like he’d mock me so much for getting jealous😭

Maso’s Krampus Christmas 2022

Of course! Oh, oh…oh okay 👀 I see you, boo 😏. Damn, this will be fun…

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“What the hell was THAT?” Riley smirked once both of you entered his hotel room

“What was what?” You scoffed, trying to play it cool as if nothing ever happened but failing miserably at it.

“That little scene at the lobby with the chick that asked for a picture” That taunting, annoying smirk was still plastered on his lips and gave no signs of leaving anytime soon.

The “scene” he was referring to was one that successfully turned your night into a sour little bitch.

You were used to fans flirting with him, sometimes the things they said even made you laugh, and you knew what you were signing up for when you got together, but that girl took it too far! One thing is flirting, another is harassing and if that bitch thought she could do that right in front of you, it was clear that she didn’t know you at all and you had no problems with introducing yourself properly.

When her touches began to get too intimate and uncalled for, Riley warned her once, twice and on the third time you stepped in, putting her in her place and almost giving her a free rhinoplasty with your fist.

“I’m already pissed enough, Riley. Don’t start with me” You warned as you began to pace around the room, taking off your boots, earrings and jewelry before deciding that a warm shower would help you get rid of this pent up adrenaline that still pumped through your veins.

“I’m not saying anything” He lifted his hands up in the air in a surrender motion “But I thought you were going to beat the shit out of her” and stated with a giggle

“I was, but she was wiser than I judged her to be, and to my surprise she left” You tossed your jacket on top of the armchair and began to undress yourself “I mean, the fucking nerve that bitch had. One thing is the hugging, kissing, screaming and dumb flirting now another is blunt harassment. And I’m not gonna accept that!”

“You know I’ve had way worse done to me, right?”

“Because I wasn’t there” You shrugged, making Riley laugh “I can’t believe I’ve lived long enough to watch my bunny - who doesn’t get bothered by anything nor anyone - almost get into a catfight because of me. Is it bad that I’m kinda flattered though?” He teased before standing up from the bed and following you into the bathroom, where you were about to take your makeup off.

“Riley” You warned one last time as you took the makeup remover wipes from the bathroom counter.

“What? I’m just saying that I almost told her to keep going just so I could see that feisty kitty inside of you come out”

“Oh, you liked what she was doing? You want her to keep going? Then you should go back to the lobby, I’m sure she’s still waiting for you downstairs! As a matter of fact, why don’t you just pack your shit and go with her? Make her your girlfriend or one night stand if you will, I don’t fucking care!”

His blue eyes were filled with lust and amusement as he mocked “Are you kicking me out of my own hotel room?”

“Shut up, I hate you. Fucking asshole” Your grunt was covered with anger, your hands tried to work smoothly enough so that you wouldn’t hurt yourself, but Riley’s presence and mockery only made it impossible “Can you leave? I’m trying to take this stupid makeup off”

“I’m not stopping you” He shrugged before placing himself behind you. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards his body, gluing your back to his torso and making you well aware of the hardness between his legs. “You know this will give us a delicious, breathtaking, mind-blowing, hard, rough hatefuck later tonight, no?”

“The only thing you’ll be fucking tonight is your hand!” You pulled yourself away from his grip before spatting “Or even better, you can go on and chase your fucking ring rat to do whatever it is that you want to do” You returned to the bedroom to grab a fresh stack of clothes and much to your disgrace, Riley decided to follow you again.

“Fuck, bunny. You’re making me even harder for you” He adjusted himself in his joggers before hugging you from behind “Come help me, bun-bun.” Riley whispered in your ear “Come help your man get rid of this very painful hard on. Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re jealous”

“Don’t touch me! You have no right to touch me when you just mocked me for ten minutes straight!” You walked back towards the bathroom, trying to regain some space from Riley’s inebriating scent.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. You know I’m crazy for you” He pinned you against the sink and let his blue eyes meet yours in the mirror “I’ve never seen you like this before and it boosted my ego. Give me a break, will you? Let me enjoy it for a little bit” Riley chuckled as his hands caressed your curves “I like this possessive side of yours, is hot as fuck” His lips closed on the soft skin of your neck, leaving small, purple bruises behind.

“There was a bitch trying to fuck what’s mine! What the fuck should I do? Nothing?”

“Oh no, not at all! Fuck, you got me so turned on that I would let you do anything, bunny. Shit, if you pushed me down on the floor and begged me to fuck you I would in a fucking blink!”

“So I got you by the balls there, huh?” You chuckled before a faint moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Riley’s fingers rubbing your clit.

“Oh, bun-bun. You’ve got me by the balls from the day we met, baby” He chuckled as you turned around to face him. “So you’re mine?”

“Completely” He nodded and hissed when you dipped your hand inside his joggers to close your fist around his hard length.

“Is this dick mine?”

“All yours, bunny” Riley hummed in pleasure when you applied pressure to his crown

“So if I want to have it now, I can?” You smirked

“Oh, please do!”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes, baby. Take that dick, claim it” Riley grunted before biting your neck

“Let’s go back to the bedroom then. I wanna ride you for hours” You whispered in his ear, and with a playful growl, Riley took you up in his arms and ran back to the bedroom as if his life depended on it.

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princepqul · 5 months

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“You knew people who attended Krampusnacht?” Gesicht asked. The kettle clicked, allowing Helena to pour their tea. “Several. Some of my clients are actually big scare actors and tell me all about it.”

PHEW THIS ONES A BIT LATE, BUT HAPPY KRAMPUS NIGHT!!!! time for a special chapter !!! its gesicht and helena the couple ever

READ HERE!!

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violentdelightsproductions · 1 year

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👹🎄 Supernatural - Krampus 👹🎄

“Evil Santa. I’m just saying that there’s some version of the anti-Claus in every culture. You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there’s all sorts of lore. Saying... back in the day, Santa’s brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked.”

“I knew Santa Claus was not coming this year. Instead it was a much darker, more ancient spirit. The shadow of Santa Claus. It was Krampus. And as he had for thousands of years, Krampus came not to reward but to punish, not to give but to take, he and his helpers. I could only listen as they dragged my family into the underworld knowing that I would be next. But Krampus didn’t take me that night. He left me as a reminder of what happens when hope is lost, when belief is forgotten, and the Christmas spirit dies.”

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inourtownofhawkins · 1 year

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#EDANCYWEEK | day four — fake dating

Nancy tells her family she’s dating someone and at Christmas dinner, she panics and calls the first person in her contacts.

CW: Swearing and Eddie and Nancy being sarcastic shits to each other.

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

“FUCK!” Nancy yelled from her kitchen as she frantically tried to do five things at once. As it was Nancy’s turn to host Christmas dinner, she decided to try her hand at making a traditional English roast… by herself… and only using Google to help. She’d already burned various fingers, overcooked the Brussel sprouts twice and put sugar in the Yorkshire pudding after not quite understanding that it wasn’t actually dessert.

Long story short; she was completely fucked.

Just as things were going swimmingly, a text from Karen appeared on her phone; “Hi, sweetie; we’ll be there in 45 minutes! Can’t wait for your Christmas feast and to finally meet the boyfriend you’ve told me so much about!”

Nancy stared at the text for several minutes before muttering a “bollocks” under her breath. She’d been so preoccupied with preparing everything for Christmas, she’d completely forgotten she’d invented a boyfriend so her parents would stop asking her when she would get one.

Her right eye twitching slightly with annoyance, she opened up her contacts and began to scroll through them. “Dated in high school, hooked up with once, married, married, therapist, I think he tried to sell me drugs once-” Nancy stopped herself as she looked at Eddie’s name in her contact list.

As much as she hated to admit it, she might just have to ask Eddie Munson for a favour of being her boyfriend for the afternoon. She pressed the call button on his name before rushing back into the kitchen to check on her roast turkey, it looked fine to her, but she had a sinking feeling it wasn’t going to be ready in time.

“Drugs Empire, this is Eddie speaking,” Eddie’s sarcastic and slightly bored tone came through the phone. She could hear faint clicking in the background, indicating he was in the middle of playing a video game.

“Eddie, emergency! You’re my boyfriend!”

“I-Nance-” Eddie stuttered, instantly perking up while also almost falling out of his chair, “that’s a bit forward, don’t you think? I’m a bit rusty but I’ll give a quick glance at a manual.”

“No, no, you’re not actually my boyfriend.”

“Oh, that was quick. It’s a rollercoaster, this phone call.”

“Well, I need a boyfriend really quickly.”

“Well, I hope you’re nicer to the next one!”

“No, shut up! Christmas dinner, me cooking-”

“So?”

“So, I may have accidently invented a boyfriend.”

“Yeah I did that once in the Sims and there’s no easy way to get rid of them after you make them.”

“No not on the Sims! A pretend one, an imaginary one and I said he’d be coming to Christmas dinner.”

Eddie went silent for a few moments before Nancy spoke up again, clearly defeated as she sat on her kitchen floor.

“I just need you to come for Christmas dinner, just do that for me. Just come to Christmas dinner and be my Christmas date, can you do that for me?”

From the other side of the phone, Eddie sighed as he paused his game. “Alright, fine, I’ll be there in 20 minutes. But you owe me massively for this.”

The call ended and Nancy sprinted into the dining room to begin arranging the cutlery and crackers. She tried her best to make everything look uniform but somehow it didn’t look quite right. The decorations she’d put up weeks beforehand didn’t quite match the table set up, not that she could do much about it now.

The frown on her face was enough to kill a man stone dead until the doorbell rang, then she tried to smile. “It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas,” she whispered to herself to try to smile but all she could muster was something akin to a grimace. Better than nothing.

She opened the door and instantly frowned again to see Eddie in front of her. “Oh, it’s you.”

“What do you mean ‘oh it’s you’? I’m your lord and saviour for this afternoon, thank you very much,” Eddie faked hurt as he pushed past Nancy and towards the dining room.

“Sure, Eddie, just come right in,” she muttered as she slammed the door closed and jogged to keep up with him.

Stood in the dining room, the look of horror and confusion on his face was almost comical as he tried to find the words to say. “It looks like Martha Stewart threw up in here,” he finally said.

She whacked him in the stomach with her elbow. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and continue walking into the kitchen.”

Without protesting, Eddie followed her into the kitchen and the look of horror and confusion returned in full force. “So, uh, what monstrosity are you cooking up in here?”

Nancy sighed, finally ready to admit defeat. “Well, I was trying to make a traditional English roast, roast turkey with gravy, roast potatoes, carrots, parsnip, Brussel sprouts, broccoli, stuffing, and Yorkshire pudding. Then sticky toffee pudding for dessert. But it’s not going too well, as you can see.”

Eddie forced a smile, patting Nancy’s shoulders. “We can fix this, sweetheart. Trust me, you got this. But first things first; Nance, what are you even listening to?”

Nancy looked at him, confused. “It’s just some random Christmas music I found.”

He shook his head as he opened up Spotify on her phone, not letting her see what music he was going to select, a smile coming onto his face as he selected the choice. “This seems more like you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Eddie, is this K-Pop?”

“Yeah, and?”

She chuckled as she checked again on the turkey. “I just didn’t picture you as the type to listen to Twice.”

“It’s to get the girls!” He raised his arms in surrender.

Shaking her head, she raised an eyebrow. “Eddie, you talk to two girls in your life on a consistent basis; one is a lesbian and the other is me. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“You want my help or not?” She didn’t answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now we gotta talk relationships; how long have you told your parents we’ve been together?”

Licking her lips, she thought for a moment. “I think I first mentioned having a boyfriend around August.”

“You’ve faked having a boyfriend for four months?!” He couldn’t help but laugh as he snuck a carrot. “I’m impressed, Wheeler. So does this mean the relationship is still in the honeymoon phase or have we passed that?”

She laughed a little. “You’re more or less asking what would piss my dad off more; knowing I’m dating you or knowing I’m dating you and we’re still very touchy-feely with each other. Although, I would still say still somewhat in the honeymoon phase.”

He grinned, giving her ass a playful smack, igniting a small yelp from Nancy. “Perfect,” the doorbell rang before he could do anything else, much to her relief.

“I’ll get the door, you stay here and stop eating my carrots,” she gave him the side eye as she walked out.

“But they’re good!” He called back, taking one last carrot before sulking.

Nancy opened the front door and put on her best smile for her family. “Merry Christmas!” she exclaimed before she was pulled into a hug by her mother.

“I’m so glad you arranged this, sweetheart. We’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” she pressed a hard kiss to Nancy’s cheek before walking inside, followed closely by her father, Mike who was glued to his phone and Holly who handed her a candy cane before disappearing off somewhere.

She closed the door behind them and ushered them into the living room before grabbing Eddie from the kitchen. “Any pet names and touching are fine, I’ll give you two taps on your arm if it gets too much, understood?” she hissed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie whispered back, forcing a smile as the pair walked into the living room.

Nancy’s forced smile was almost sickening as she looked at her family, gripping Eddie’s hand. “Everyone, this is Eddie, my boyfriend.”

The looks on her family’s faces said it all; Karen’s smile was just as forced as hers and Eddie’s, Ted was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Mike looked as if he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole and Holly just facepalmed.

Dinner wasn’t much better, with everyone sitting and eating in almost complete silence – only broken by the occasional question to pass a certain food until Karen spoke up. “So, how did you two meet?”

Nancy almost choked on a parsnip, Eddie gently patting and rubbing her back as he chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got this. Well, we met back in August at Scoops Ahoy, of all places, Nance was there with Robin and Chrissy, and I walked into her and made her drop her ice cream. So of course, I bought her a new one and then we just got talking, I asked for her number, and I guess the rest is history.”

He looked at her as if she was the only thing that mattered to him, the tenderness and love in his eyes was almost believable. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek before going back to eating. Nancy felt a change in her stomach, suddenly feeling somewhat regret that all this was fake. It hadn’t really dawned on her how much she missed companionship outside of friendship until she was alone with Eddie.

After the main meal was over, the pair disappeared back into the kitchen to get dessert ready. Eddie forked all the leftovers into a pot to be saved while Nancy assembled the plates for the sticky toffee pudding, the pair not speaking to each other even though they could both feel the tension between them. But both of them being as stubborn as the other, they weren’t going to be the first to admit to anything.

“Eddie, could you get the ice cream out of the freezer? There should be a massive pot of vanilla right as you open it,” Nancy requested, being sure to not get too sticky from the treacle.

“Of course, honey.” Eddie said almost harshly, opening the freezer and handing Nancy the pot. She gave him a smile and instantly began plating the ice cream over the large squares of goodness, leaving one plate of just ice cream for Holly. “Are we okay?”

She frowned slightly, nodding her head. “Yeah, we’re fine. Why would you think something’s up?”

“Because you’ve been quiet almost this whole time since your mom asked how we met.”

She slowly licked her lips, shaking her head. “I’m fine, we’re fine, I just got distracted by thinking about dessert.”

He chuckled almost bitterly, grabbing a couple of the bowls to take out. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nance.”

She sighed, bringing the rest of the bowls out before sitting down at the table. “I hope this goes down as well as the roast, just don’t give any to Holly because there is alcohol in this.”

Everyone laughed and tucked in, Nancy slowly picking at her food and forcing herself to eat. Eddie noticed her discomfort and placed a hand on her thigh, gently rubbing the inside of it with his thumb. Nancy sat up straighter, trying to keep her composure as she gave Eddie a side glance of “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Eddie smirked at her, feeding her a mouthful of ice cream.

Once dessert was over and Nancy’s family left, the pair of them were back in her kitchen, beginning to load up the dishwasher, still not wanting to fully talk about the day’s events. Both of them could obviously feel the difference between them; they stopped being as sarcastic to each other, and it seemed both of them wanted it to be real, but they just had to find a way to tell it to each other.

Nancy looked at Eddie and muttered a “screw it” under her breath before grabbing him and kissing him. Eddie was taken aback for a second until he came to his senses and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Both of them felt the spark, their heart’s skipping a beat and the warm glow in their stomachs.

Oh shit.

Eddie was the one to pull away from the kiss. “You’re a bitch, Nancy Wheeler.” He whispered against her lips.

She chuckled softly. “And you’re an asshole, Eddie Munson.”

“Can I take you out for dinner sometime, then?”

“Yeah, alright.”

#spilled ink #edancydaily #edancyweek2022 #edancy #stranger things fanfiction #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #eddie x nancy #eddie munson x nancy wheeler #eddie is a secret once and i won't be listening to anything else #if you saw the krampus reference you get a cookie

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 5 months

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International Volunteer Day & Krampusnacht

Person A decides to get a part-time job as an Santa’s helper over the holidays, but ends up applying in the wrong place/on the wrong site/with the wrong link and becoming Krampus’ helper instead. Now Person A is expected to leave threatening messages for kids at places they play and hang out. Person B is their coworker who knew what they were applying for and loves their job, and is excited to share their tips and tricks with Person A, as their first new coworker.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #obscure holiday prompt #christmas au #winter au #krampus au #job au #supernatural au #fantasy au

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angelfishcake · 2 years

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Guess who's writing another Hunter fanfic

#owl house #the owl house #toh #toh hunter #fanfiction #toh fanfiction #krampus #krampus 2015 #der klown #klown #that one kid that gets eaten #hunter deamonne #darius deamonne #willow park #luz noceda #amity blight #gus porter

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thesirenbanshee · 1 year

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Today is December 5th, and Krampus is coming to town! So here is my Reylo Krampus AU I wrote last year—five chapters long and complete. 😈🎄

TITLE: You’re a Monster

RATING: Explicit

SUMMARY: “Falling into prostitution out of monetary desperation, Rey has no idea that her mysterious new client wants to give her a special Christmas gift . . . Nor does she realize her client is a horned monster who calls himself Kylo Ren, but is best known by his assumed name, Krampus.“

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35474038/chapters/88424623

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lordofhunger47 · 2 years

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My first Long-Fic

#gravity falls #my fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #gravity falls fanfic #robbie valentino #gideon gleeful #tambry #lee #nate #thompson #christmas #christmas gone wrong #krampus #comedy #drama

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an-autistic-with-personhood · 5 months

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PLEASE tell me about your littlest pet shop town that you made with your sister omg i’m on the edge of my seat

Oh my god oh my god ok

So we used to play with them with a semi-normal town setup, with the animals as pretty normal modern townsfolk. Our town had a king (as you do when you're eight years old), most of the animals had families, and the many, many children left over stayed in an orphanage run by a Miss Hannigan from Annie-esque cat. I'll just list the ways it devolved from there. Relevant quotes attached.

The dog king got divorced every time we found a prettier dog wife for him (his first wife Daisy was an absolute bitch)

Jessica the orphanage caretaker hates kids and only works there because she's serving community service. We never explored what got her there.

Whenever we got new animals, we'd welcome them to town with a hazing-but-not-really-hazing ceremony (They'd very menacingly tell them they'd give them a "Nice. Warm. Welcome." But then it'd be the most wholesome cutesy song)

During our NCIS phase, we killed off a cat so we could do a murder investigation episode. She dangled from a makeshift noose in the corner for a few years before we brought her back

Some of the children from the orphanage ran away to live in the dump. They sell spiked lemonade. "The feral trash children spiked the lemonade!"

Somewhere down the line, a campsite went up with a pair of manipulative elephants hoarding the biggest campfire for themselves

The cat that ran the orphanage (Jessica) divorced her husband, and he got a redemption arc (and a bad haircut) out of it. I think one of the things that solidified his decision was when she spent the children's food money on a spa day. "Chad, I NEED this!!"

Accidental Krampus Christmas Special. "Saaanta's waaatching..."

Horror Christmas Special with children-eating snow bunnies. "🎵Frosty the Snow Bunny🎵 is gonna eat you now!"

Strained marriage between a husky and her idiot golden retriever husband (he loved her so much but he was just such a himbo that she sometimes couldn't take it)

Several character deaths after our family dogs chewed on the toys

I came home once to find my sister and cousin had been basically playing Survivor. Yet another cat was hanging from the bannister by a noose

Himbo golden retriever saw a lady bug (Carlos) for the first time and dubbed him the "chosen one", essentially starting a cult. Carlos was just the adopted son of the local cat polycule, but ce la vie

We have an au fanfiction somewhere of the himbo entering the town for the first time. au town was named Larpeville, pronounced "larpay villay". He met a vegan lion named Leoche (the "che" was silent) and nearly crashed a scooter into the town's new leaders. "*Sister making 'putputput' motor noises* *screaming*"

Triplet horse sisters (Sandy, Brownie, and Snowy) fell in love with a zebra, but all took different strategies to win his heart. Sandy took a pretty normal "get to know you" route. Snowy was the blondest of blondes and just blurted whatever. Brownie went full stalker. "My name is Snowy, but my friends call me Tanya"

The zebra befriended the orphans and talked to them on his morning runs. Pretty normal, but I had to mention my sister's genius improv when she blurted out Carlos's line, "I don't live here!!!"

The last time we played was exactly a year ago. My sister was 25, I was 24, and our cousin was 21. We made a playboy kink mansion. The himbo and his wife were trying out a sex therapist and she suggested they explore said playboy mansion.

Co-signed by my sister and my cousin - they just read the post and added some ridiculousness I'd forgotten

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kevkandyland · 4 months

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I know like- ONE person who listens to the fanfiction but,

Bob as Grogar/Krampus, with some little minions :>

#i might do more with this if you guys want more #bob looks so flfufy #bob velseb #ross #roy

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Maso’s Krampus Christmas 2022

Morpheus

Summary: Dark!Christmas Special Edition 🎄

Song inspiration: Hypnosis - Sleep Token

Pairings: Reverend!Malakai x Reader

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Lift, oh lift me out

Of my own skin

Of all my doubt

Oh, and take, take from me

Leave nothing left

Take everything…

The bright shade of white covered the asphalt and ceilings, given the deserted street a peaceful atmosphere. The yellow, almost orange-like streetlights cast a faint glow inside the isolated church, making the black walls and altar appear even more daunting than before.

Purgatorio - as it was known - was not an easy place to find. The church was constantly changing cities and states, gathering new followers and stopping wherever Reverend Malakai felt drawn to.

No matter where The House went, only a handful of people ended up finding the church in the midst of their darkest times. “Just the ones who need purification are the ones who will deserve a seat in these benches” Was the Reverend’s mantra that never changed. Alas, today was the final day the church would be in this city. The moment the sun rises on December 25th, the House of Black would retreat into the darkness until their next calling.

For reasons you could not explain, the sight of the thick coating of snow over the church didn’t fill you with the usual feeling of comfort and safety. On this day, the visual brought deep emotions of despair and sorrow comparable to the feeling of death.

After the special Mass Of The Damned and the big celebrational feast you were the only one remaining in the empty church. All the members of The House had left along with their followers, and the only thing left behind were the last remnants of black candles and yourself.

The dead silence could be considered sinister to some, but not to you. You were familiar with the emptiness, having flirted with it for years, but no longer scared by it thanks to him and his powers.

Reverend Malakai was truly a blessed man, he showed you the path within the darkness, taught you how to find your strength within the shadows instead of letting it scare you away. But if that was the case, why do you suddenly feel consumed by the black flame of loneliness? The control seemed to be nothing but an illusion now that you are faced with the prospect of not having him with you anymore, leaving you consumed by feelings of rage.

The strong emotion presenting in its most ugly version, blinding you and blocking reality. Your eyes focused on the still smoldering candles, giving a mere illusion of warmth that served only to mock your feelings as they grew colder.

Without thinking, you pressed your hands against the cool dark wood of the altar, pushing it until a deafening BANG echoed through the church, the trembling of the ground beneath you matching your emotions.

“You’ll never be alone, Sugarplum. I’ll always be with you” Was what he whispered to you after tonight’s sermon. But if that was the case, then why do you feel so empty?

“FUCKING LIAR!” Reverberated from the church’s walls after you screamed. You wanted nothing more than to see him once more, just so you could unleash this anger towards its rightful source.

…You know you hypnotize me, always…

From the darkness he watched. Mesmerized by your outbursts of rage and how easily you could express such powerful feelings. The lack of control looked incredibly powerful and even inebriating. Malakai felt himself under the spell of your cuss words and aggressiveness, feeling drawn to your burning fire, like Icarus being drawn to the sun.

Your actions only proved that you learned nothing - which most times would infuriate him - but not now, not when such anger came from you. Your lack of discipline and control triggered something in him, something not even he knew he could feel until now. The pathfinder for once felt lost, so lost. Lost in the depths of your most primal being, of your absolute instinct…the real animalistic instinct, the one that shows no signs of control or end.

Malakai thought he could only watch you from the shadows - at least that’s what his original plan was - but now he felt like it would be impossible to not do something. Isn’t that what pure rage does, though? Obliges you to act, to fight the demons you once feared and avoided until there’s only one survivor: you or them. Isn’t that lack of control a twisted form of disciple too? Isn’t surviving by pure and sheer instinct the most primary form of survival? Isn’t that what he preached about?

“In the search for balance and control, first and foremost chaos needs to exist. For there is no order without chaos”. Isn’t that what you are? Chaos in its richer and foulest form?

The House already had order and discipline, but for the first time, Malakai felt the lack of chaos. In reality, control brings you nothing more than coldness and the constant feeling of being numb as if you’re under some sort of tranquilizer. And this is what The House lacked: the burning and painful livid fire of rage.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the low light, Malakai began “One must have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star”

The sound of his voice made you momentarily stop your assault on the church benches to look over your shoulder “He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster” The tone in your voice made it clear that the phrase was directed towards him.

With a faint chuckle Malakai asked “I see you know a bit of Nietzsche then?”

“Ik ken hem heel goed”

The cheekiness in your dutch comeback only served to draw a throaty laugh out of him. “Aren’t you full of surprises?” An amused smile was plastered on his lips as he watched you threatening him with the broken leg of the side chair you were now using as an improvised bat.

“What do you want here? I thought you were supposed to be gone. Aren’t you and your people like vampires? Can’t go out in the sun otherwise you’ll burn to death?”

“Is that what you’d like? For me to burn?”

“Well, I’d only wish you’d be dead. The way you meet it is irrelevant” You shrugged while pressing the tip of the wooden bat against his chest “Although I guess I could test my vampire theory right now” You applied more pressure into the wood, making it sink into his black dress shirt and bite his skin under the thin fabric.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid that the only thing you’ll find out is that I’m as human as you are, Sugarplum” His chuckle made you frown, not understanding how he could be so peaceful under such threat.

Truth is, Malakai felt alive for the first time in many years. He could feel his heart beating, ferociously pumping warm blood through his veins and keeping his senses alert of your smallest move. Adrenaline, oh yes, this incompatible feeling of being alive and indestructible, unstoppable by any rational measurements or actions. He missed this, oh how he missed this.

“Do you want to kill me?” His voice was stern yet light, with no true reprimand behind it.

Your loud scoff only served to make him smirk “Yes, at least a part of me does”

“And what does the other part of you want?” Malakai asked, curiosity lacing his every word.

…And you make it more (You know you hypnotize me, always)

Than I (You know you hypnotize me, always)

Could ever feel (You know you hypnotize me, always)

Before (You know you hypnotize me, always)...

“To love you” Your eyes locked with his in the semi-darkness “To be hopelessly devoted to you. To let you consume me until there’s nothing left behind”

“The deeper the love, the deeper the hate?” He smirked before slowly pushing the bat away from his chest. Your eyes stared at his hand, admiring how the ink adorned the light skin and made it look ethereal beneath the faint glow of the streetlight.

“No” You locked eyes with him again “They can exist without each other just fine…but the thing is that when they coexist, they make each other stronger. They enhance the other”

“There is always madness in love” Malakai quoted, as you took a step closer to him “But there’s also reason in madness”, you finished the sentence for him before feeling one of his arms closing around your waist.

“Is this what this is?” He whispered against your cheek. His temple pressed against yours, softly rubbing your skin together “The dance of chaos?”

“Perhaps it’s all just a dream” Your lips brushed against his when he pulled back to caress your cheek.

Malakai grinned before tracing your bottom lip with his tongue “Or a beautiful nightmare”. The minute you felt his hand closing around your throat, the black candles went out in the wind and the street lights flickered before they turned off.

Leaving behind, on the inside of the church, nothing but a dark, cold abyss.

#malakai black fanfiction #malakai black x reader #malakai black imagine #malakai black #masochist writes #krampus christmas 2022

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one-boring-person · 5 months

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Krampusnacht.

Warnings: gore, graphic violence towards a child (I'm sorry), blood, injury, whipping

Context: I wrote this ages ago and now it's finally an appropriate time to upload it 😅 it's not fanfiction but it's my own work based on my favourite creature from German folklore (well, one of them at least). Fair warning, it's a bit messed up😬 the image of Krampus that I have in my mind comes from the masks I used to see as a kid so ye👍 enjoy!

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The screams wake me. Desperate and blood-curdling, they tear through the empty halls of the house, sharp as razors in my ears.

Beside me, my wife gasps herself awake, body quivering, eyes circular. Instinctively her hand comes to grasp at my knee as she sits upright, fingers clutching at my leg with adrenaline-fueled fervour. Her voice is frail as she speaks my own fears aloud.

"Is that Hilde?"

Inexplicably, I’m frozen in place, a heartbeat surely too fast to be my own roaring in my ears, terror blazing to life inside me as the realisation dawns on me. The screams are all I can hear for a moment, my mind paralysed at the sheer horror cementing itself into my bones, each cry cutting right into me. Pleas work themselves into the chilling sounds as they reach a cacophony, deafening and distinctly pained now.

"Moritz?"

My wife’s voice snaps me from my stupor, my body now working of its own accord. Spurred to life, I throw myself from the bed, uncaring of the icy air biting at my naked body, hurling myself towards the door. Thankfully, it’s open (did we leave it like that?) and leaves my frenzied sprint from the room unhindered.

The four metres down the hall stretch before me, the far door on the left where my daughter is supposed to be sleeping apparently miles away now. The screams rise to a chilling crescendo now as I rush to get to the small bedroom, panic clawing bitterly at the back of my throat. My feet thud against the wooden floorboards, swiftly finding the tacky rug we've placed over them, only to catch the edge. Pitching forwards, I careen into the wall at the end of the hall, my face slamming harshly into it. Tears spring to my eyes, pain momentarily swamping the adrenaline as a line of blood dripped from my smarting nose, collecting on my dropped lower lip.

Silence.

My heart stops in my chest, pain forgotten again as I turn to the ajar door beside me.

I realise it isn’t quite silent. Soft, wet sounds emanate from the room, a distinct dripping keeping time in the background. Ice floods my veins, the metronome pounding in my head as everything slows, two other noises creeping into my ears. The first is odd - a low, animalistic grunting, guttural and inhuman, as if some great beast is sitting right behind the door. It sends a bolt of fear straight to my heart, though the hammer that really drives it home is the second sound: agonised whimpering. My daughter's agonised whimpering.

In a daze, I watch my hand find the doorknob. Sluggishly, I push against it, the door swinging into the dimly lit room, revealing the blinking Christmas lights and paper angels by the far window, the only decorations my daughter would allow us to put up. Even then, they’re pushed to one part of the space, where they’re inoffensive to her disdain of the holiday itself. Now, however, they’ve adopted a more grizzly addition to their supposed cheer.

Strung up with Christmas lights by her wrists and white as a ghost in the pale moonlight streaming past her from the window, is my daughter.

Her eyes stare fearfully at me, her round cheeks wet with tears and some other, thicker substance, her mousy-brown hair sticking to the combined fluids, giving her a bedraggled appearance. Violent tremors wrack her frail body, her small hands clenching in their festive constraints, grasping at anything that might free her from her gruesome entrapment. As I stare, I know her actions to be futile, the blood streaming from her torso and thighs clearly proving the damage to be done, no matter what she tries to do now. I can’t keep my eyes on her for long, my heart aching as my stomach turns, shame rising alongside my horror as I avert my gaze to the figure beside her.

My stomach drops as I instantly recognise the beastly face from the hideous masks propped up all around town, the very myth my daughter and wife have always laughed at standing before me now, its eyes glowing fiercely in the dark. In the flickering lights, I can just about make out the bared fangs framing the lolling, inhuman tongue, and its gnarled face, the heavy brow twisted into a leer I’ll never get out of my head. Great, curving horns sweep back out of its face, sitting comfortably above pointed ears that emerge from the thick coat of shaggy fur that covers its uncomfortably tall and mostly humanoid body. In one clawed hand, it holds a whip of sorts made up of many prongs, each dripping with blood now as it swings the weapon at its side, somehow in time with the tufted tail hanging behind it.

A muffled cry pulls my gaze away from the creature for a split second, my widened eyes fixing briefly on a stained wicker basket by its side, the walls of which ripple every now and then, as if something is trying desperately to escape. Putting two and two together, I realise that that is indeed what the child inside is trying to do.

Sickened, I turn back to the monster, only now realising that my wife has joined me. A scream chokes in the back of her throat, her distress as palpable as mine. I don’t spare her a glance as a coarse, gravelly voice suddenly resonates around the room, falling from the horrific jaws of the creature before us.

“She must learn her lesson.” Krampus growls, pulling the basket towards him and opening the lid, a cruel sneer contorting his lips, “All children must.”

He turns to me.

“You were aware this would happen.”

I look away. He is right.

#break writes #krampus #krampusnacht #writing #german folklore #folklore #6th december #5th december #my writing #do not repost #reblogs are good tho

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