#k9 handler

[militarymenrbomb]

[fvneral-m00n]

Meet my german shepherd pup klaus, or should i say my college. Over the next year il be training him in obedience, controlled agression and we r both gonna be learning w help from someone in the business to become a k9 static security guard and dog handler. Follow my tiktok @fvneral_moon to watch us reach pur goals n to watch me beat my mental health n addiction

[buddha23fett]

Don’t shoot the good guy.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

I think the Doctor should make another K-9. Just look at them. Wouldn't they benefit from a canine friend? One who could beat them at chess and call them out on their bullshit? One who can be their guard dog and their babysitter?

More K-9 please.

[boydcrowdr]

justified au where everything’s the same but raylan got pulled during training to be a k-9 handler so he’s just got a good boy with him the entire time

[ausetkmt]

JADARRIUS ROSE being attacked by Police dog in circleville ohio

A Circleville, Ohio, officer who was seen on video deploying a police K-9 that attacked an unarmed Black man while he was surrendering to authorities is on paid administrative leave as the incident is under investigation, the mayor said.

Jadarrius Rose, 23, was bitten by a Circleville police dog on July 4 following a lengthy vehicle pursuit that began as officers attempted to pull over a commercial semi-truck police say failed to stop for an inspection, according to the highway patrol case report and footage released by the agency.

Mayor Don McIlroy on Monday identified the Circleville officer who deployed the dog as Ryan Speakman. He has been placed on paid administrative leave, the mayor told CNN.

The incident is being investigated by a use of force review board, whose findings are expected to be released next week, the mayor and Police Chief G. Shawn Baer said in a joint statement Friday.

The statement confirmed the Circleville Police Department “was involved in a mutual aid request by the Ohio State Highway Patrol” after the driver of a semi-truck refused to stop and the K-9 unit responded to assist.

The police union representing Speakman said it “patiently awaits the outcome” of Circleville’s investigation before it gives a further statement. Ohio Patrolmen’s Benevolent Association Senior Counsel Joseph Hegedus is representing the officer, according to a statement by Tom Austin, the union’s executive director.

Mitchell Christian, a certified police and military K-9 instructor who reviewed dashcam and body camera videos from the incident, said Speakman’s decision to deploy the dog onto a surrendering person was “not indicative to what a canine handler should do in that scenario.”

“The handler should be able to look at that guy and know he’s not a threat. You wouldn’t Tase a guy who was sitting there with his hands up,” Christian, who is the owner and head trainer at Christian K-9 Academy in West Jefferson, Ohio, told CNN.

Police dogs are not trained to kill or have “life-altering effects,” Christian said. They are trained to help officers apprehend a suspect safely and their level of force can be compared to that of a Taser, he added.

“I will say it’s probably not a good example for a K-9 handler’s decision-making skills there because I would say most handlers out there would choose not to deploy the dog on a guy who’s clearly trying to give up, at that point,” Christian continued. “Ultimately, it’s always the handler’s decision whether to deploy the dog or not.”

The vehicle pursuit began after a Motor Carrier Enforcement inspector tried to stop the semi-truck, which was traveling west on US 35 in Jackson County, Ohio, due to a missing mud flap, according to the Highway Patrol case report.

But when the inspector turned on the lights on his marked patrol vehicle, the “suspect vehicle continued west on US 35,” the report says, noting the driver made eye contact with the inspector.

When the driver – identified as Rose – failed to stop, the inspector notified dispatch to send a marked patrol unit to assist, the case report says.

During the police chase, Rose told emergency dispatchers that officers were “trying to kill” him and he did “not feel safe” pulling over the truck, according to recordings of Rose’s 911 calls released by the Ross County Sheriff’s Office.

The video shows authorities pursuing the semi-truck, which appeared to initially slow down and stop. As it does, the footage shows an officer getting out of a vehicle, pointing a weapon toward the truck and ordering the driver to get out. The driver does not exit the vehicle, however, and starts driving again. Multiple law enforcement vehicles are shown joining the chase, the footage shows.

The driver eventually stops the semi-truck and gets out of the vehicle surrounded by several police cars and officers, the video shows, before cutting to what appears to be a state trooper getting out of his vehicle and walking toward the driver.

“Come to me,” an officer is heard saying to the driver. Another adds, “get on the ground or you’re going to get bit.”

The driver is shown on the road with his hands up.

“Do not release the dog with his hands up,” a state trooper warns several times from a distance, though it is unclear if the state trooper could be heard by other officers.

The case report says Speakman “exited his patrol car and began giving commands to the suspect” before he deployed the K-9 on Rose after repeated warnings from the state trooper, according to the video footage.

The dog runs toward officers and then turns to Rose and attacks him, pulling him to the ground, the video shows. Rose is seen and heard screaming and crying out for the officers to pull the dog off of him, the video shows.

He continues to cry out as officers call out for a first aid kit. Rose was later shown being treated by the officers.

Christian, the K-9 instructor, told CNN Rose appeared “clearly confused” before the dog was deployed in the video footage because he was getting “two different commands from two different officers.”

“I don’t think the dog is lacking the training,” Christian said. “I think it was just a bad deployment.”

Rose was treated and released from a hospital before being taken to the Ross County Jail, according to a case report from the Ohio State Highway Patrol, which notes he faced a charge of failure to comply with order or signal by a police officer, a fourth-degree felony.

He was released from custody July 7, the Ross County Prosecutor’s Office told CNN, adding the office is still collecting evidence before it determines whether to move forward with the charge against him.

[military1st]

Uniformed Division Officer of the U.S. Secret Service stands for a portrait during K9 training at the James J. Rowley Training Center, Laurel, MD.

The U.S. Secret Service photo by Carlos Guerra (2023).

[playfulsparksp]

Saluting Our Canine Guardians: Honoring K9 Veterans On Their Day

March 13th isn’t just another Wednesday on the calendar. It’s a day dedicated to celebrating some of our country’s most loyal and courageous heroes – our K9 veterans. These incredible dogs go far beyond the realm of playful companions; they are highly trained professionals who have served alongside our troops, protecting lives and keeping us safe. While the sight of a dog in a tiny uniform might…

[roosterr]

whatchya got, boy?

note: requested by @wetsocksinbed :D this fic came to me in a prophetic vision as soon as i read that ask, all i have to say is i was cackling maniacally while writing it. bon apetit.

pairing: john 'soap's mactavish x gn!reader

wc: 4.4k

summary: soap is scared of dogs, you're a k9 handler. your dog is good at finding bodies, he doesn't ever want him to have to find yours.

warnings: angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence

ao3

soap has never liked dogs.

when people ask him why, he tells them that it's just how he is. he wasn't bitten by one, it's not a trauma response, he just doesn't like them, plain and simple. being in the military and having a phobia of dogs is like painting a giant red target on his forehead, so in the interest of not getting relentlessly made fun of, he keeps it to himself.

until recently, it hasn't been a problem.

then you came along, with your quick wit and charming smile, and he was a goner from the moment you first met.

price had given them your files, told them you and your partner are on loan to the one-four-one for the next few months while they track down a particularly slippery target. the term partner had initially disappointed soap, but then you'd both marched into the room with your heads held high, and he realised;

oh. your partner is a dog.

a german shepherd, to be precise. you're a canine handler, like the universe is playing a trick on him – he hasn't been genuinely interested in someone in god knows how long, and when he finally finds somebody, you're accompanied at all hours by one of the few things he fears.

he's about ready to give up on pursuing you before the briefing is even over, but as the others all stand and file out of the meeting room, your partner comes bounding up to him in all his fanged, furry glory and soap almost has a heart attack.

"he doesn't usually trust strangers," you told him as your dog sits at his feet and wags his tail so hard it might be at risk of dislocation. johnny’s moments away from bolting, the fear climbing up his nerves like constricting vines.

"lucky me, eh?" he smiles at you, which was honestly more like a grimace, but somehow you're not offended by his obvious dislike of your partner. you let out a laugh, and the sound is so melodic he almost forgets about the beast waiting at his heel.

"you can pet him," you grin knowingly, and soap gets the sinking feeling you've figured him out already, "he doesn't bite – not unless i tell him to."

"cheers, but i'll pass…" johnny attempts to protest, in the motion of taking a step back, but you grab his hand before he can escape and drag it down to your dog's face with an amused grin.

"his name's rex." he hears you say, but the way your dog is sniffing at his hand has every muscle in his body tensing involuntarily. he's mortified that you're seeing him react like this, he already knows he'll never be able to live this down once the others find out.

when rex chuffs and starts to lick at his hand, johnny feels like his soul might leave his body. the sharp teeth so close to his skin is so unnerving, the only thing stopping him from making a run for it is your soft grip still around his wrist.

he looks to you for help, but you're watching him with a mischievous grin that sends his heart aflutter.

"see? that wasn't so bad." you chuckle, crouching down next to your dog and thankfully taking rex's attention off him. johnny breathes a quiet sigh of relief, wiping his wet hand on his trousers as he watches you fuss over the canine.

you're endearing, and johnny has to admit that seeing you coo at rex like he's a baby makes him slightly less terrifying.

"price put you up to this?" he asks, holding back a flinch when rex looks up at the sound of his voice.

"he did." you nod, standing back up and meeting his eyes again. "but rex actually does like you. guess you're just charming like that."

"well, thank god for that…" johnny grumbles, his voice dripping with sarcasm. you laugh again, and with the way his pulse quickens, he can't help but send you a cocky grin. "but what i wanna know is, do you like me?"

"hmm…" you feign indecision with a poorly concealed smirk, tapping a finger on your chin before leaning closer and placing a hand on his bicep. "i may need a little more convincing."

after that, johnny can hardly keep himself away from you. 

whenever you're next to him he's got an arm slung over your shoulder, you’re always talking – texting when you’re apart – and any free time he has is spent following you around base, not unlike rex at your heel.

you ask him if he wants to watch you when you train rex, and initially he tries to say no, because he thinks seeing rex practising attacking people might break whatever spell you've cast that makes him not hate the dog; but you drag him along anyway, and he ends up being glad that you did.

it's fascinating, watching rex sniff a shirt from your hand and track down whoever it belongs to with expert precision. it looks almost like a game to the canine, the way his tail swings back and forth the whole time as he effortlessly completes any task you give him.

he finds the dummies you hide with ease, even when they're buried under piles of boxes and clothes and various other obstacles. johnny actually finds himself respecting the dog, which is shocking since a few weeks ago he never would've been able to handle even being in the same room as one.

you give johnny the treats to feed rex, which makes him nervous all over again when the canine looks up at him with wide eyes and all his sharp teeth on display. it takes some coaxing from you, but eventually he gets comfortable enough to let rex take a treat from his hand. he may not admit it, but the only reason he even lets rex get so close is because you're there. simply your presence gives him the courage, makes him feel secure.

"when this is over," johnny begins, hand twitching under rex's tongue and looking at you with such fondness it feels like his heart is about to burst, "i'll take you out proper, treat you right."

you blink at him, surprised, but not a moment later a wide smile is taking over your face. "i look forward to it, mactavish."

the others, particularly gaz and ghost, give him hell for how infatuated he's become with you, but their teasing doesn't deter him. he likes you, and he doesn't care if everybody knows it; you like him too, and that's all he really cares about.

now, sitting in the heli on the way to what they hope will be the final location for this mission, he was almost disappointed to be done with it. you were only on loan for this mission, so once they have their target, you'd be gone. he was hoping, optimistically, that once everything was said and done he could convince you to stay with the one-four-one. he was sure he could talk price into it, and though it was selfish of him, he just wanted you to stay by his side.

you're sitting next to him in the back of the aircraft, rex between your legs with his head resting on your thigh, staring up at johnny with those big brown eyes. without even thinking, he reaches a hand out and ruffles the fur on his head, earning a nudge and an adoring smile from you when he looks over.

"he might like you better than me," you tease, scratching behind rex's ear who was yet to take his eyes off of johnny.

"don't be jealous now, bonnie." he chuckles, returning the nudge to your shoulder. "you can have 'im on weekends."

you grin again and lightly shake your head, taking rex's face in your hands and bending over to press a kiss to the top of his head. "you love me the most, right boy?"

before long, the helicopter is landing and the five of you – plus rex – are following the captain out into the forest. it's cold when they exit the heli, night vision goggles highlighting the terrain through the darkness of the night.

the silence buzzes as you all stalk through the trees. johnny pays more attention to you than he should as you walk beside him, anxiety lighting up his nerves for how this mission will go.

as according to the plan, once the manor is in sight, you all split off into teams of two; him and ghost, price and gaz, and you and rex. he trusted you to do well, like you have been doing for the last few months, but he can't help the way his shoulders tense as he watches you disappear around the corner.

the building is guarded, which was expected of course, but they only had to take down a dozen or so guards until the place was barren.

the corridors were eerily deserted, bathed in a moonlit glow as johnny crept around the manor, following closely behind ghost with both of their heads on a swivel. the radio was quiet, by design for the mission plan, but somehow this time felt different, like they wouldn't hear him if he did call out.

it's the beeping that gives it away. so faint, he almost missed it, but his senses are sharpened like a blade – and as a demolitions specialist, he knows the sound of an explosive when he hears it.

johnny carefully pushes open the door to his right, scanning the room for any movement and finding none, but when his gaze lands on the centre of the room, his pulse skips a beat.

propane canisters, fuse linking them all together, and most concerning, a timer on top blinking at him; two minutes, ticking down with a sickening green glow.

"ghost," he calls, his voice hard and serious as the anxiety builds again, "it's rigged."

ghost steps into the doorway next to him, following johnny's arm as he points to the device.

"fuck." he spits, stepping back and clicking the radio on his vest, but no sound comes out. ghost curses again, looking back to johnny with a tense expression that the sergeant mirrors. "radios aren't workin' either. let's move, c'mon."

there's no room for argument in his tone, marching back the way they came with johnny in tow.

as they emerge back out into the night, price and gaz appear from around the corner, both lifting their goggles and approaching with concern evident on their faces.

"what happened?" price's gaze darts around behind them as he speaks, as if waiting for someone to jump out and attack.

"the place is rigged, we have to go." ghost explains, already moving past them and away from the manor.

the captain nods, gesturing for johnny and gaz to follow as he tries his radio with no luck, just like ghost. the pit of anxiety lingered, getting heavier by the second.

"move it, soap." price commands, a deep frown creasing his brow.

but johnny doesn't move. "hold on, where's k-9?" he asks, a frown of his own pulling his features downwards.

"radios are down, we don't have time to look for 'em." ghost calls over to them, earning a solemn nod from the captain, who tries to move him with a hand on his shoulder.

the radios are down, you have no way of knowing the building is rigged. there's no way johnny's about to leave you on your own in the blind, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.

"no. i'm not leavin' without 'em." johnny growls, his face morphing into a frown as he brushes off the captain's arm and turns to go back inside.

"they might already be outside." gaz tries to reason, stepping in front of him and blocking him from the doorway. kyle's regretful gaze cuts through him, and there's the distinct feeling that everyone else has already given up on you. "we have to move, mate."

johnny scoffs. "fuck that! i can't just leave 'em!" he hisses, insulted by the very idea of leaving one of their own to fend for themselves. no, that's not how they operate, that's not how he operates.

a flash of anger shoots through him and he's about to shove past gaz, but before he can move, price is yanking him away.

"soap!" he growls, shaking him slightly as he grabs johnny's other arm. "get it together, you are not goin' back in there."

before he can argue, he's being grabbed by ghost and dragged away from the manor with him as the other two jog ahead of them into the treeline. 

"oi!" johnny shouts, struggling in the lieutenants iron grip, but to no avail. ghost practically drags him along as he digs his heels into the dirt, writhing in an attempt to escape and go back for you.

he's desperate, he can't lose you, not before he takes you on that date, he promised, you can't die yet–

johnny blinks, the deep, rumbling boom completely derailing his thoughts and starting a piercing ringing in his ears.

white hot fire bursts from the windows of the manor, showering the surrounding area in shards of glass and debris as the heat escapes the building in waves. 

no.

everything seemed to stop around him. ghost stopped trying to drag him away, the trees stopped blowing in the wind, he almost stopped breathing. the world pauses as the walls of the manor are engulfed in flames.

no.

johnny rips his arm out of ghost's grip and stumbles back towards the manor, his mind floating out of his body.

"no!" johnny wails, ignoring the heat on his face and taking a shaky step over the jagged stone and glass that crunches under his boot, "no! they're still–" his voice breaks, "they're still in there, for fucks sake!"

"johnny!" ghost shouts, grabbing him by the strap on the back of his vest and yanking him sharply away from the blaze. "they're gone." he mutters, purposefully avoiding soap's glassy eyes.

"shut the fuck up!" he cries, thumping his fist against ghost's chest and clawing at the arm holding him back. the tears spill from his eyes hard and fast, constricting his throat and blurring his vision.

he falls to his knees with his head in his hands and ghost lets him, the debris that litters the ground sharp against his flesh, but nothing compared to the pain in his chest.

it wasn't supposed to go like this.

you were supposed to come back, and he was supposed to take you out and give you a perfect date and he'd kiss you at the end of the night and now he'd never get to do any of that because–

you're gone. slipped through his fingers like sand into the ocean.

"c'mon, johnny." he hears ghost mutter, his voice distant even though he's right there, pulling him to stand by his arm. "let's regroup."

he doesn't struggle this time, shaking himself free of his lieutenant's grip and shuffling past him with his head hanging low. if there was a god, he's sure they're laughing at him by now. it all felt like some kind of cruel joke; give him hope by granting him someone to love after all these lonely years, and then rip you out of his arms before he can know the happiness you would bring him.

he and ghost don't get far before he hears the lieutenant stop in his tracks, but he doesn't care to know why, the hollow feeling in his chest won't allow him to.

"the dog…" ghost utters from behind him, an air of disbelief in his monotone voice. johnny freezes, a cold dread travelling up his spine as he hears the unmistakable sound of rex's claws padding towards them.

he turns slowly on his heel, fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

your dog is standing in front of him.

"rex…?" he calls softly, taking in the dust and ash and dirt and blood caked into his rich brown fur, illuminated by the fire still raging. rex barks, tilting his head like he's confused, and johnny falls to his knees again, uncaring for the way the rubble tears through his trousers and his skin. "no, no no no no–"

rex is alone. you're not with him. he doesn't go anywhere without you, and that can only mean one thing.

the confirming thought alone shatters the dam completely.

the sobs wrack his body and johnny gathers rex into his arms, hugging him tightly to his chest, burying his face into his thick fur despite the filth that coats the both of them. he whimpers and whines in johnny's ear, and the sound only makes his heart hurt even more.

a few months ago he never would've dreamed he'd be hugging a dog, but you changed that; you'd helped him work on his fear, and even if rex was the only one he could tolerate, it was still leagues better than what he could accomplish without you.

but now you’re gone, and neither of them have you to fall back on.

johnny sinks his fingers deep into rex's fur, sniffling pathetically because he may have lost you, but your canine lost his entire world and he would never understand where you went, why you left him all alone, why you weren’t coming back.

rex begins to wriggle in his arms, and soap knows he wants him to let go but he can't bring himself to. this dog is all he has left of you now; he would take care of your beloved canine, it doesn't matter if he was still terrified in the back of his mind.

after a painful few minutes, jonny regains the awareness to remember where they are and the fact that ghost is still watching him break down with the dog in his arms. with a trembling sigh, he loosens his hold on rex and pulls back, wiping a dusty hand over his eyes.

as he pushes himself to stand rex barks again, startling johnny with a jolt of panic before bounding back the way he came, away from him and ghost.

johnny frowns. "hey, don't run," he mutters, ambling after the canine as he pads backwards. every time johnny gets close, rex slips just out of reach before he can grab him.

ghost sighs, but allows him to go after the dog, keeping a watchful eye on them as they get further away.

the way he was running along and looking back to make sure johnny was following reminded him a worrying amount of how he acted in his training. the training where you would hide a dummy for him and johnny would reward him with treats when he led you to the fake body.

"no, no rex," except this time, the body wouldn't be fake. "please, boy, just come back…"

rex doesn't react to his pleading, determined to lead him to what johnny knows he’s found, but desperately wants to deny anyway. he tries to stop, to turn back and never have to face the reality of you being gone, but the canine won't let him. he takes johnny's trousers between his razor teeth and growls, deep and threatening, as he tries to pull him along.

the sound makes johnny freeze, fear clawing at the back of his mind as an instinctual reaction, but he blinks hard and pushes through it. "alright, i'm comin'..."

rex lets go once he’s sure he’ll follow again, trotting ahead with the occasional check behind him to make sure johnny was still there. he follows the canine past the rubble, through the treeline, and into the underbrush where the sick feeling in his throat only grows stronger.

he doesn't bother with the night vision goggles. the fire provides enough waving light for him to just about see where he’s going, and he really has no desire to see what rex is guiding him to.

johnny almost trips over him when the canine comes to an abrupt stop, his wide eyes trained on a bush to johnny’s left.

the dread pooling in his stomach becomes suffocating.

"wh…?" he swallows thickly, crouching down to rex's level and placing a hand on his back, feeling his laboured breath that matches his own. "...whatchya got, boy?"

rex barks and noses at the branches of the bush, before stepping backwards a few paces and looking expectantly between johnny and the shrub.

johnny stares at the bush. no amount of training could've prepared him for the terror he feels imagining what he’ll find on the other side of it. as if sensing his hesitation, rex barks again to spur him on, but it only makes his heart sink further.

his hand shakes as he reaches for the branches. there's a stutter in his heartbeat, a hitch in his breath, as he pushes them aside to reveal–

"bleedin' fuckin' jesus–" johnny cries, jumping through the foliage to couch over your weakened form, forgetting his fear all together as he ruffles rex's fur with both hands and a breaking smile when he barks again. "oh good boy rex! good boy, fuckin' hell!"

it's you, blood and ash smeared across your skin and your chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, and johnny's just so happy you're alive he can't think to be afraid when rex snaps at his hands in a misdirected effort to protect you. he presses both hands against the slice in your abdomen, using the few medical supplies in his vest to help stop the bleeding as the tears being to well again.

"shit, stay with me, hun, i've got ye…" he mumbles, putting all his weight onto your stomach. "ghost! help me!"

the rest is a blur.

they carry you to the helicopter, rex barking protectively between their legs the whole way until he can lay on guard between your legs on take off.

when they finally touch down back at base, johnny has to grab rex by the vest so the medics can carry you out, wrestling him away as he barks and whines in protest. johnny stays with the canine while you're in surgery and for the days you're asleep, making sure he's fed and allowing him to sleep in his room so he won’t be alone – despite how uncomfortable it makes him, and how little sleep he gets because of it.

it's four days until you wake up.

he's not the first to find out, but as soon as the words reach his ears he’d racing down the corridors and bursting through the infirmary doors with enough intensity to make you jump out of your skin. the sight of you sitting up and talking to price almost has his eyes watering again, but he pushes that urge down.

he approaches your bed more carefully, a wobbly smile pulling at his lips under your warm gaze. with an understanding look, price is patting him on the shoulder as he passes by and leaving the two of you alone with each other.

"aren't you a sight for sore eyes," johnny grins, taking a seat in the chair next to your bed and grasping your hand in his. a smile lifts your features as he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there as a heat rises in his cheeks.

"i could say the same, my knight in shining armour." you reply, moving your hand to cradle the side of his head and smoothing your thumb over his brow. he revels in the contact, the tension bleeding from his muscles under your touch. "where's rex?"

"he's fine, i made sure." he reassures you, and you let out a sigh of relief at his words, visibly relaxing into the pillows holding you up. "tried sneakin' him in here, but the nurses wouldn't have it."

a laugh escapes you, the sound still managing to make his heart feel light, even all these months later. "can't imagine why," you tease, gently nudging his head as he chuckles along with you.

it feels like a weight is lifted from his shoulders, finally having you with him again. his eyes flutter shut as the relief washes over him, and a minute passes where neither of you speak, simply basking in each other's presence.

there's a scratching sound at the door that interrupts the peace and quiet, and the two of you share a knowing smile. not a moment later, the door is being pulled open just enough for rex to slip through and skid towards your bed on the linoleum floor, wagging his tail at breakneck speed.

before the door can completely close, johnny catches a glimpse of gaz’s mischievous grin and groans, but he doesn't have time to yell at him before he’s out of sight and rex is distracting him by leaping onto your bed.

you wheeze as your canine braces his paws on your chest and begins his assault on your face, licking every inch of skin he can reach with a series of excited chuffs and narrowly missing johnny’s head with his swinging tail.

"hi rex! you saved my life, didn’t you boy?" you giggle, affectionately ruffling his fur and planting kisses of your own on his face. "who’s a good boy? who’s the best sniffer dog ever?"

johnny clears his throat, drawing your attention to him as you cuddle rex to your chest. "i don’t want’a blow my own horn here, but i saved yer life too…" he gives you that lopsided grin, a playful glint in his eyes that makes you laugh again.

"you want some pets too?" you chuckle, reaching over and dragging his head over to you by a hand on the back of his neck. "good job, johnny, you’re a good boy too." you coo, pressing your lips to his forehead and the tip of his nose as you ruffle his mohawk like rex’s fur.

the effect is immediate. his cheeks burn again with a striking red blush, and he chokes on his breath in bashful embarrassment under your ministrations. he hopes you haven't noticed his reaction, but the way your laugh bubbles up again he can tell you’ve caught on.

"i think i like that more than i should, bonnie." he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing his eyes to flutter shut. you hum sweetly, your warm breath fanning over his face.

"don’t short circuit on me yet, soap, you still owe me a date."

tagging: @cheezbites

[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.

[militarymenrbomb]

[hunterbunter3000]

Can't stop thinking about an all woman Task Force coming to SAS and helping Task Force 141 + Kortac for a mission

Can't stop thinking about the male team waiting for the women to get here, expectations all different for each of them

Can't stop thinking about a huge, futuristic transport plane coming down to land, and Soap wondering why they don't have one that cool (And Ghost telling him to shut up)

Can't stop thinking about two women jumping out of the jet and play fighting, chasing each other and one pinning the other one down in a chokehold

Can't stop thinking about the absolute shock the men have on their faces when they see how fast they are, and how tall and big and pretty these two women are

Can't stop thinking about the giggling women standing up but get pushed forward by another girl, even taller and bigger than the other two, frowning at them and snapping at them to 'keep the line moving'

Can't stop thinking about more of the female team coming out of the plane, some with headphones on, some talking to each other, and some straight up ignoring the male team as they carry heavy cargo like it weights nothing

Can't stop thinking about how there's a K9 handler on the team and brought out these big ass wolf-dogs with spiked collars and one of them scares the shit out of Soap because it barked at him and she apologizes to him with a nervous smile (he's already in love)

Can't stop thinking about how the males can't stop goggling at these absolute beautiful women that pass them by who look like they're from the fucking island of Themyscira

Can't stop thinking about how Capitan Price and Ghost almost pass the hell out when they see the last two women get out of the plane, the tallest person they've ever seen in the front and a bit shorter one in the back

Can't stop thinking about how all the women have to bend down to go through the doors

Can't stop thinking about all the women finally introducing themselves with their call signs and the tallest one in the team (who almost broke their doors because she cant get through them) is the Capitan and her second in command is behind her

Can't stop thinking about the second in command giving Ghost a small nod with a soft smile, sending him in a spiral

Can't stop thinking about some of the girls crowding the men, cooing down at them about how cute they are and how muscular they are, pinching their flustered cheeks and curiously groping their overwhelmed bodies

Definitely can't stop thinking about how the men know they're absolutely fucked for these few months.

Can't. Stop. Thinkinnggggg.

[hbma]

Hmmm just thinking about neighbor!simon or k9!military!reader

Reader adopts 2 different dogs that just so happen to be named Simon and Riley

And Simon either encounters reader on his leave as they are the new neighbor and the dogs are very protective

Or K9 handler reader working with TF141 for the first time

Perhaps Simon thinks it’s a weird coincidence. Is reader a weird stalker?

or the poor boy becomes smitten with them and tries his best to get into the dogs’ good graces to impress them

He’ll become the 3rd guard dog in reader’s life.

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week - February 5

1. Austin experimented with giving people $1,000 a month.

People who received guaranteed basic income in one of Texas' largest cities reported reduced rates of housing insecurity. Austin was the first city in Texas to launch a taxpayer-funded guaranteed-income program when the Austin Guaranteed Income Pilot kicked off in May 2022. The program served 135 low-income families, each receiving $1,000 monthly.

2. Germany: Tens of thousands in Berlin protest far right

Around 150,000 people have attended a protest rally in the German capital, Berlin, against the far right and its ideology, the latest in a series of such demonstrations across Germany in recent weeks.

3. Sweden: Where it's taboo for dads to skip parental leave

It's been 50 years since Sweden introduced state-funded parental leave, designed for couples to share. The pioneering policy offers some surprising lessons for other countries.

4. Germany tests 4-day workweek amid labor shortage

While Germany, struggles to find enough workers, dozens of companies are starting an experiment that will see employees work a day less. In February, 45 companies and organizations in Germany will introduce a 4-day workweek for half a year.

5. K9 finds missing endangered 11-yr-old, gives her kisses

An 11-year-old girl, reported to be missing and endangered, is now safe after she was found by a sheriff’s K9 deputy in Wimauma, Florida. Her handler asked if the K9 could give the girl kisses as a reward to the K9 for locating the girl, and the heartwarming moment was captured on the deputy’s body camera.

6. Oregon Zoo releases seven critically endangered condors back to nature in California

Seven California condors were released into the wild in the U.S. state after the endangered animals were hatched and raised at Oregon Zoo.

7. EU will force cosmetic companies to pay to reduce microplastic pollution

Beauty companies will have to pay more to clean up micropollutants after EU negotiators struck a new deal to treat sewage.

Under draft rules that follow the “polluter pays principle”, companies that sell medicines and cosmetics will have to cover at least 80% of the extra costs needed to get rid of tiny pollutants that are dirtying urban wastewater.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Can we have a drabble with gaz pinning on K9 handler reader and her giant dog just being like 👁👄👁 everytime

—Him, Her, and the Dog

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╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

“He doesn’t bite,” you ease out with a smile to the thin-lipped Sergeant from One-Four-One.

“Well, you say that now, Sweetheart,” the man eases out, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “But he’s watchin’ me like I’m a damn piece of meat.”

“It’s just his face, Sergeant Garrick,” your chuckle wafts over the tarmac, tilting your head as the leash lays lax in your hand. Connected to it, the seek and muscled body of Teddy, your MWD, stays still. His black and tan hide shines in the light, hiding deadly muscle underneath. “He’s really not that bad.” 

“Then why isn’t he bloody blinking?” 

The Belgian Malinois is sitting, tail loose behind him and his tongue lolling—but the man was right, his deep chestnut eyes were utterly unblinking on the tall form of Kyle Garrick. It wasn’t surprising to you—Teddy had that quirk; he watched people. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up at night to find him in his kennel staring you down for no other reason than he wanted to.

You smile at the Sergeant as he frowns.

“Would you just come over here?” Garrick raises a brow slowly, arms crossing over his chest. “You said you had to talk to me, remember.”

“Didn’t know we’d have an audience.” The grumble meets your ears.

“Teddy goes where I go,” you remind him, rolling your eyes and taking the incentive to step forward—the animal immediately stuck at your hip and turning his attention up to you as he mirrors your pace. 

Gaz sighs, pushing down his slight nerves as you both get closer. 

There was no question as to whether he had a little crush on you, a prominent K9 handler; everyone could see the way he watched your form, and eyes don’t lie. He’d tried to ask you out before—a few times—but there had always been your…shadow. 

Teddy, short for Teddy Bear. 

The dog. 

The black and tan missile that could rip throats and was always watching Kyle like he’d personally murdered his bloodline. It was safe to say any propositions of dating had dried on his tongue when the canine locked his unblinking gaze with his. 

“There,” you ease out, stopping a few feet away. “That better?”

Gaz chuckles quietly, not looking down at Teddy as the dog’s backside once more hits the ground. “Do you want my honest answer, Ma’am?” 

“Will it hurt my feelings?”

“Well, not yours—his,” the Brit quirks a smirk, “maybe.” 

You snort and set one of your arms on your hip, the other going to pet Teddy in between his ears. The beast pants and licks at his muzzle, eyes darting up to you before slowly moving back to the Sergeant. 

“I think you should pet him, Gaz,” your voice brings him back to the conversation, his eyelids blinking at you. 

“Ah,” he laughs, shaking his head, “Negative. I’m fond of my hands.”

“And I’m fond of company when I bring Teddy on walks.” Your sly flirting makes Kyle’s jaw slacken for a moment, eyes slightly widening. “Pet him, and I’ll show you my favorite trail.” 

It’s a minute before the man is able to slot his jaw back in place, clearing his throat firmly before his face heats under the skin. 

“...That was smooth, Ma’am.” You smirk. 

“I was waiting for you to ask, but I guess you needed me to throw you a bone.” Gaz chuckles lowly at the joke, glancing down at Teddy as he itches at his cheek. 

“Alright, yeah, yeah, I know.” He bends down to rest on the balls of his feet. “Didn’t think you’d noticed that if I’m bein’ honest.” 

“I’m not blind, Garrick.” Teddy stares him down and you click your tongue, Kyle holding out a hand for him to smell. “Nor stupid.”

A wet nose moves out and sniffs, the puffs felt over his skin. Brown eyes glance at you.

“That obvious?” 

You smile teasingly. “Incredibly, Sergeant.”

“Shit.” Your laugh meets his ears and his embarrassment overshadows how Teddy shoves his narrow head under Kyle’s hand, panting happily with a wagging tail.