#Austrian Waltz

[figureskatingcostumes]

Melissa Gregory and Denis Petukhov practising in the Austrian Waltz costumes at the 2002 Skate America.

(Photos by Barry Mittan)

[stargiirl27]

daddy? sorry, daddy? sorry daddy-

[airenyah]

i need joongdunk to have a plot that involves dancing a waltz in a future series bc judging by what i've seen from their performance today the two of them would do it right

[dadsinsuits]

Christoph Waltz

[doueverwonder]

I'm having more Liechtenstein feelings for today so may I offer Erzsébet hearing something from the ballroom Roderick absolutely has in his house and she peeks in to see very small Liesl standing on Rodericks feet while he dances; and he's counting time and jokingly scolding Liesl 'nein nein nein you're timing is off! I guess we have to start over' interspersed with the occasional 'Mein Gott, I think you might have the most potential I've ever seen in an amateur!' and Liesl who's like 6 is just giggling the whole time and it's super cute <3

[vveissesfleisch]

man I’ll tell you what there’s nothing quite like turning on the idiot box and being greeted by a trailer for a new show billed as an erotic horror comedy starring Christoph fucking Waltz!!!! Say no more babey! Sold!!! Fucking sold!!!

[sarahtheflutist]

Letting the whole album play this morning.

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

pairing(s); konig x fem!reader, deadbeat!konig x daughter

summary; After a year Konig tries to waltz back into your life flipping it upside down while you tried to keep your daughter right side up —angstober day; 16–

word count; 1.0k

warning(s); arguing, Konigs real name in this is Midas, crying, black coded reader, self berating thoughts, your daughter is around 2-4 months, and language

playlist; dealer by lana del rey

A/n:—GIFs;@villageofshadow & @romeestrvjds—

Whoever said that being a parent was simple lied to your face you realized as you weaned your daughter off your nipple resting her small body over your shoulder her face lying in your neck as you gently shuffled between patting her back and rubbing your palm in a up and down motion until you heard the soft burp erupt from her mouth you pressed a soft kiss on the soft skin of her forehead before lying her in the bedside bassinet you’d got as a gift from your baby shower

It was difficult being a parent in general let alone a single parent with no support from the other party bills were racking up and you were grateful for a retired neighbor who was able to watch your and a semi understanding boss at a temporary job to keep your lives dragging rolling along you stepped into your bathroom connected off your room taking a bit of time to care for yourself that you hadn’t usually had in the past few months as the steam around the bathroom stuck to your skin while you stared at your form in the mirror running hands along your hips and lower stomach that still had a bit of flub to them from baring the life of your daughter

You stalked back to your room your throwing on a random T-shirt that you didn’t realize the impact of it until it was situated on your body falling to your knees the musk clouding over your nose sending your senses haywire at the familiar feeling that you couldn’t say was pleasant you snatch it off your head before throwing it across the room running a hand over your forehead and slightly damp curls

The last time you heard from Konig was when he’d met you at the hospital from your sudden sickness just to find out you were pregnant when you cracked the news to him he swore you would make it work and after a while he said he was going back home to bring you some things when you were released from the hospital a few days later you came home to find majority of his belongings gone and his truck no longer parked on the driveway

If only you would’ve sprung it on him more gently

if only you could go back and remember that damn pill

You perked up at the sound of heavy knocking on your front door your eyebrows furrow and for a brief moment you glance over to your firstborn hurrying to throw on shorts and a army green tank grabbing the hand gun you kept in your nightstand purified water bottle, your breast pump, and a small lamp setting on top of its surface training in SAS didn’t allow your brain to not be prepared for anything especially pounding on your door at god knows what unfaithful hour you inch out of your room inching towards the living space the door staring back at you as the pounding continued and you were spaced out until you felt your hand on the doorknob swinging the door open your hand secure around the forearm your finger a split second away from the trigger meeting its wall until you locked eyes with those sharp blue ones that you’d once loved

“Maus please, please just wait” The Austrians voice seeped from the crack of your door before you had the chance to slam the door in his face he’d set a steel toe boot in the threshold of your house and you shove a shoulder to the surface of the door trying to keep him out

“If you need money, a place to hide out, or whatever I don’t have it” You hissed attempting to keep this intruder out of your home

“Nein it’s, its about the baby” He mumbled his eyes meeting your as you scoff in disbelief with a shake of your head your curls moving with each movement framing your face and a fibbed smile etched on your face

“Oh so now you want to take interest in Solei, ou- no my daughter! Are you drunk Midas!?” The pitch of your voices rises until you hear the wails of your daughter in your home and you don’t waste another second on Konig before going to aid to your babygirl

“Shhh it’s okay Sol mommy’s here” You whispered having picked up her small frame cradling her to your chest for such a little body she had a carrying pitch yet nonetheless settled down when your familiar hum traveled to her ears Midas stood in the doorframe of your room watching you both as you care over his daughter his heart pounded in his ears and before he knew it you were lowering her back down into the bassinet the screaming whales down deducted into tiny whimpers and hefty breaths when you turned around it was your turn to suck in a sharp breath not expecting the 6’10 colonel to be waiting for you but before you could open your mouth he stalked towards you forcing a wide tan envelope in your hands the weight slightly dragging your hand down

“This is what I calculated or tried to, to make up for the last year. Bills, Mechanics, You and… Solei” You noted the sound of your names sounded like a prayer falling from his pink lips that were no longer covered by his sniper hood like before

“You cant walk into our life after you just blatantly left and everything will be handy dandy, it doesn’t work that way”

“I want this to work Mau-, Y/n I want to be there for our daughter and for you I’ll do anything it takes. I was a fool back then and I know that now, but she’s still young and I want to be there before it’s too late… before we’re too late” He pleaded and you shook your head a frown forced on your face

“We are too late Midas, but that doesn’t mean Solei doesn’t deserve a father we take this little at a time… baby step” Konig applauded at your answer going to bring you in a hug before stepping back when you took a step away from him a shocked and somewhat frightened look on your face and he nodded taking one back

“Baby steps”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[ryuzakemo128]

Grim Reaper Part Six

Pairings: Poly 141 x female reader / female reader x her mental health x König

Content Warnings: Hint of future darker content?, Kidnapping, mention of miscarriage, possessive & obsessed Austrian man, the affair partner comes in, domestic abuse mentioned, controlling behaviour mentioned, many other possible topics you may or may not find disturbing. Reader discrestion is advised.

Words: 2574

Masterlist - Prequel - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

Supernatural AU - Poem

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary:

You felt peaceful at home in Alaska.

Austria keeps you on tenterhooks.

A month into your kidnapping, you were never in the main house for longer than a maximum of three days of the week. König wouldn’t risk the task force finding you so quickly, he finally managed to get you back Mäuschen. Don’t you understand? He wanted to keep you for a little longer. How much longer you ask? Why do you need to know Mäuschen? You don’t have a choice in the matter.

Sit there, look pretty for him. Don’t you fucking move a muscle as a painter etches your new look into an oil painting. Into another canvas he would later neglect much like anything your relationship fostered between the two of you. You were too tired to protest or argue with him. The jet lag getting to you faster than a snail escaping a squirrel.

König’s cooing in your ear didn’t help the matter any more if you weren’t tired and fighting the urge to punch him in the face. He seemed too keen on making sure you had this child in his presence inside of his home.

You felt peaceful at home in Alaska.

Austria keeps you on tenterhooks.

Here screamed danger. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Nothing good for you.

That's a diet level not to recommend; a morgue visit seems more apt.

The cottage's redeeming feature is the panoramic countryside view from every angle.

Things kept inside of it? They were a little too perfect, perfected and placed in a ‘aesthetically’ pleasing view. If someone wasn’t paying too close attention to it. Someone with a keen eye would point out it was purposefully styled this way to get you to stay longer.

From Monday to Thursday, you focused on crafting an escape plan while in a different Austrian region. Upon returning, you had no intention of taking chances. Staring at the harp in one of the rooms. In another life you would be playing it still. In another life you would still be married. You wouldn’t have lost your child the first time. Things would have been…...better?

It didn’t matter. It is what it is and thinking about what ifs wouldn’t change a damn thing about it either. Your mind like a stonewall remained steadfast in your choices leading up to your divorce. There was nothing he would or could say to prove otherwise.

On a Friday morning, you were drinking your green tea while someone waltzed into your room. A smug grin plastered on her face. Painted on her face like a well-rehearsed lyric, line in a play and a notable quote from a novel you liked to read.

You finally saw the woman he was seeing behind your back, your face carefully posed neutrally. If looks could have killed, she would have died the moment she walked through the door. “Do I know you?” You asked raising an eyebrow at her.

Her tactics didn't amuse you at all. In fact, it was a mere joke in a failing comical script by a piss poor comedian. Raised by failing artists who thought they could raise a success amongst two failures. You would have pitied her if you didn’t already want to immediately want to melt her face off.

"You don't remember? I figured you would." She jeered.

“You are no longer an integral part of my life. Therefore, your presence in my mind does not exist. Your name is lost in my history, forever a number in a line of cowards I have met in my life.”

“Fancy words for someone locked away in her old bedroom.” She rolled eyes. “I suppose that’s what happens when you run to a group of men instead of remaining loyal to the one guy who could have given you everything you could have wanted.”

“Oh. You sweet summer child. He told you that or did you concoct inside that head of yours all by yourself?” you snorted as you rolled your eyes at her naivety. You just created a job opening sweetheart. He’s serial cheater. You did yourself no favours by staying with him. I have no pity for you. None for a woman who took the life of my first born child from me. You dug your hole here. Lie in it and stay there.

You didn’t dare speak those words aloud. Not yet. You wouldn’t give this woman the satisfaction of her seeing you emotionally react to her. Once in a blue moon you will find your soul here. A version of yourself untainted by the future hurt you would feel soon after. A piece of yourself forever lying inside of the walls of this place no matter how many coats of paint he will put upon these walls.

No matter how much he denies it. You were first and foremost the one who might end up killing him by the end of it all. As you promised you would have if you ever found him cheating on you. Not one to take back your promise as it would go against your morals, your personal code of ethics. A promise is a promise after all.

Like a mythic fox, you're crafty, sharp-witted, and never succumb to trivial vanity. While König laid the game's foundation, you held more hidden cards. You weren’t going to lay around all day helpless like a damsel in distress this time around.

You had an Italian phrase etched into your forearm the month after your divorce, ‘Fino alla morte ogni coglione ci arriva.’ Meaning ‘Until we die anything and everything can happen.’

The phrase slowly becoming your mantra, your personal hymn and prayer you would say yourself over and over. It became your saving grace. Something you cling onto with vehemently. Close to your chest long enough to burn into your soul.

Yet this woman seemed to be so keen on getting right into your face about your pregnancy. You snapped, ordering her back onto König's cock, claiming he'd already fucked her senseless. Best she returns to her sole expertise before you consider doing it for him. Maybe not the optimal phrasing, but it seemed the sole means to make her retreat into a room that felt like a cave.

“Apart from your girlfriend's foolishness, you've done well,” you said calmly. “Well enough for a man of stature.”

König had never seen your temper rise this much. To this level before, it was pointed, angled at him and somehow, he felt his skin fluster. A bundle of nerves aroused by the thought of you losing your temper at her or him. He wanted more. No, he needed more of it. Aimed at him more than anything. Even when you threatened to fuck his girlfriend for him, which to anyone else, it would be odd to hear about right?

König didn't disagree. It was in fact odd to hear the first time she told him. He felt the need to hear repeat inside of his mind. Like a small voice in the back of his skull. Thoughts lingering around. He didn’t know he could think of you in that way. He only saw you as pure. Delicate. A flower.

Upon hearing this now. He desired you to sleep with her from the get-go. A desire which grew from the depths of his soul straight to his cock. Upon hearing, he was even angrier, you didn't. He wanted you to, solely to prove a point. The point where you weren’t the same woman he met years ago. Yet you sent her away. Slamming his fists against the table, sending a few pens rolling off the other side.

A few papers on his desk jumped from the top of his desk. Grunting at the thought of you taking his girlfriend in such an aggressive manner made his cock rock hard in a way he couldn’t hope to describe. Tempting like fudge he wasn’t allowed to eat. Irresistible like the last slice of pizza he hadn’t eaten in years. An apple from a tree, God had forbade Adam and Eve from picking and eating. Lucious, delicious, irresistible.

He'll confine you another weekday henceforth, leveraging your fiery nature for his gain. The potential is immense and endless, ready for his consumption, much like savouring shreds of slow-roasted pork. Can't you see, Maus? Don't you see his longing? Are you truly oblivious? He wants you face first into the white pillows mewling, begging for his thick cock to be shoved deep inside of you until your legs were weak, wobbly like a fawn learning to walk for the first time.

The deep thought of the mockery you would bring for the name branded things he had bought his girlfriend gave him the urge to jerk off inside of a condom pretending it was your tight pussy instead. Tricking his mind into believing he was cock deep inside of you.

Its your fault you look hotter while you are angry, tears streaming down your face and chest heaving as the sobbing wracked through you. Body and soul. Things he took for granted the first time. Yet if only he could take you like he did recently. Over and over without the fear of you ‘remembering’ somehow or in some way in the future. It was far too tempting to not play with that thought right?

You should understand what he’s capable Maus. You fucked with the wrong man this time. I mean it would always wind up to be your fault right Mäuschen? You get a sniff, a lick, a taste and a bite of freedom. And you act up like this Mäuschen?

You must be punished.

You need to be shown who’s really in charge.

And do you really think it’s you? Really?

Need a wake-up call? König is more than prepared to give you one. Or two.

“Taking her away from me? Laughable excuse among many. Pathetic.” He grumbled. Brow creasing into a frown.

Your mantra from ‘I don’t need you. Just as you don't need me’ to the more comforting ‘Until we die anything and everything can happen.’ Though the process was tough, she felt relief at escaping someone cold and uncaring. Her past often surprised her when she least anticipated it. Finding her miss parts of it more than she felt like she should have.

The same platinum blonde and light brown ombre coloured hair tied with pink hair ties in two piggy tails. The pastel pink headband matching the hair ties. The corseted, A-line pink and white dress. It screamed ‘try hard’ to a desperate degree. You just hoped she liked dressing this way before he met her.

She batted her eyelashes as stepped closer to you, you stepped away from her, yet with each step further away. She matched it with two tiny ones of hers. One step back and two steps forward. Pressing your back against the wall. Her light grey eyes looking into yours like you had something inside you worth keeping for herself.

Thief and liar. Two typically dreadful things combined. Evoking a distinctive atmosphere of neglect akin to that found in a Lovecraft or King horror novel. Commonly appealing to horror fans over partygoers.

Odd. She’s silent this time.

Good. She learnt her fucking lesson.

I wish she would stay out of my face though.

Not my problem for much longer.

Her gaze delved deep, as if manually reorganising your insides, all without a trace of physical contact. As you mustered the courage to ask her to go away, the door suddenly opened, and a maid brought in your breakfast. You moved to the table, the young woman gazing in your wake.

What the fuck is her problem? Doesn’t she have something better to do? Did Konig put her up to this? That stupid sick fucker. Probably getting off to the thought of sending her here.

It's likely he has three to four cameras here now.

I located one above the bathroom door and another right above the showerhead, closer to the shower. The third was likely behind the bathroom mirror.

I wouldn’t put it past him. Even with an affair, he remained controlling. Subtly controlling, unnoticed until my departure. Cameras were just one of the few things I remember. I am sure the meals were just as restrictive as they were back then. Can’t gain weight when your husband controls what you eat right? In this case ex-husband.

It felt odd to be watched in this manner. You expected it to come from a stonewall mute who only spoke in sign language or morse code. Not whatever this was.

His mind has flown the coop. It would have to be long gone by now.

He creates chaos and expects me to fix it, accepting the blame for his actions to ease his conscience. Not anymore. As I told him the first day.

I don’t need him anymore. He’s no longer the first thing on my mind. Yet it’s like he’s not listening to the words I’m telling him through my actions. Deliberately misreading them to a dangerous degree.

I can’t find the words to describe how pathetic he seems to me now. Knowing what kind of person, he has shown himself to be.

To think I’m the monster in your eyes. Especially considering the lengths you go to get what you think is yours. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic.

You are far luckier you’re not in front of me now. No matter. If I need to bide my time. I will bide my time. Inch by inch. Centimetre by Centimetre. You will not get away with ruining my life.

Another strange thing you picked up on. There were no clocks inside the entire place. Not even digital ones. Not a single clock anywhere. No calendars kept anywhere to let you know what day or month of the year it was.

There is no ceramic dishes or glasses. Replaced by plastic plates, cups and cutlery. As if he tried to baby wrap and baby proof every aspect of your time here. You are sure the rest of the furniture has the same theme of ‘safety’. As if he didn’t think you were capable of caring for yourself properly.

Insulting as well as utterly demeaning.

He even cleared the books.

None of the erotic tales he'd suspect you of reading behind his back. He called it cheating to read them. Said you were reading them to get back at him on an emotional level of some kind.

Made him doubt your marital fidelity compared to his.

Stated it was your responsibility for his initial infidelity.

Ludicrous. Absurd and utterly false.

He yelled, calling it the ultimate betrayal for writing it on your own terms. He'd have remained unaware if he'd ignored the mail that day. You sold the manuscript a few months into his deployment for extra cash. You'd typically use this while earning, when he's usually away.

He’d be home. While you were deployed. It was an opposite of each other.

He didn’t know you. Not in the way you hoped.

He'd bring gold jewellery, but you liked silver more.

He’d bring you plain green tea. You preferred hibiscus and strawberry hibiscus.

Purposefully getting things wrong to the point where it felt like he just didn’t care. On purpose to a deeper degree, you couldn’t understand at the time. You couldn’t put your finger on the reason for it.

You guess you ought to be glad you got out of there in one piece the first time.

[smashorpass50plus]

Trick or Treat. Dude plz!

Christoph Waltz! Native language is German, but is trilingual with English and French. He's one of the few actors to get a 2-0 for Oscar nominations, both of which were directed by Quentin Toerantino. He's the only Austrian actor to win 2 Oscars. Also, he's been on an Austrian stamp.

[figureskatingcostumes]

Shae-Lynn Bourne and Viktor Kraatz skating the Austrian Waltz at the 2003 World Championships.

(Sources: 1 and 2)

[daisies-daydreams]

Nachtisch (König x Reader)

Pairing: König x AFAB!Reader Category: Fluff & Smut Warnings: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Thigh Riding, Body Worship, Slight Hair Pulling, Praise (Both Sides), I Can’t Speak German Word Count: 1k+

Summary: After you come home from a rough day at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a homemade dinner. However, he has something different in mind for dessert…

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 

You drew out a long sigh as you dragged your heavy body through the door. Your muscles ached with every movement you made. You didn’t bother to put up shoes away, opting to kick them towards their cubby.

“Schatz?” your boyfriend’s voice called. The corners of your lips turned up as you waltzed around the corner. Your eyes lit up when you saw the scene in front of you. An array of piping hot Austrian food was spread across the table. König placed a dish of potatoes down, his hulking form adorned with an apron that clung to his dark clothes.  

“Welcome home, Katzchen,” he said with a bright smile. He rubbed the back of his neck as you stood there, eyes glued to the bounty of food and soft candlelight that dimly lit the room. 

“(Y/N)? Are you-“ his question was cut short when you wrapped your arms around him. You nuzzled your face into his torso, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“There, there,” he cooed, his large hands rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. You sniffled as he pulled back, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“Thank you, so much,” you sniffed. His eyelids dropped slightly as he gave a gentle grin. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

“Of course, meine Schatz,” he murmured. Your boyfriend motioned his huge arm to the table.

“Come now, let’s get that belly of yours nice and full,” he hummed.

*** Dinner was absolutely delicious. From the Wiener Schnitzel to the Käsespätzle, you were more than satisfied when you finished your meal.

“That was amazing. Thank you so much,” you beamed. König’s cheeks were dusted a light pink as he averted your gaze.

“D-Danke, it was nothing really. Just some recipes Mama and Oma taught me,” he trailed off. You smiled as you took his giant hand into yours.

“They taught you very well,” you said as you reached up to kiss him.

His light blue eyes locked with yours as you pulled away. His tongue licked around his lips before he leaned forward, his body almost enveloping yours.

“König?” you asked. You felt a jolt of electricity roll down your spine when his lips grazed the shell of your ear.

“Katzchen, I had a...different idea for dessert,” he murmured before nibbling on the flesh of your ear. Your brows arched as your core began to heat at his implications.

“Oh?” you hummed.

Your voice caught in your throat when he began to slowly make a trail of hot kisses down your neck. You rubbed your thighs together and wiggled in your chair. A small whimper of protest left your throat when he leaned back. His pupils were blown wide as his chest heaved, his dirty blond hair slightly tousled around. Before you knew it, your boyfriend had picked you up bridal style, him lifting your body as if it were a rag doll. You squeaked when one of his rough hands grabbed and squeezed your plump ass. Your face quickly buried into his shoulder.

“I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are,” he growled. Heat erupted throughout your body as you bit your lower lip. He was going to be the death of you. 

Your hands clutched onto his shirt as he carried you to the bedroom, careful to place you down on a mountain of pillows he set up earlier. His eyes were hungry as they raked over every inch of your body. Even though your hair was slightly messy and clothes shuffled around, you were like the most beautiful jewel in the world to him.

Your heart was pounding when your lips met with a deep embrace. König’s eyes closed as he breathed in, his hands sliding up to take off your shirt.

“Let me know if I need to stop,” he whispered. You gave a hard nod, your heart steadily racing. 

“I will,” you assured him. The tower of a man gave a sheepish smile. Each time was like the first time with him. He always treated you like you were a fine delicate flower.

A moan flew from your mouth when his hot breath met your nipple. His eyes were locked onto your breast as the pebble hardened. You gasped when his lips latched onto your tit. His wet tongue swirled around your areola, ensuring every inch was covered. Your eyes screwed shut as he took your nipple between his teeth, suckling on it like it was the sweetest lollipop.

“K-König,” you whined.

Your hips jumped forward and landed on his sturdy thigh. He groaned as he felt you rub your clothed heat on his leg.

“Mein Gott,” he muffled into your breast.

He smoothly pressed his leg into your crotch, the pressure building in your lower regions. His other hand came up to your other boob, now rolling your nipple between his rough thumb and forefinger. You were a complete mess, and König couldn’t get enough of it. His slacks became tight as your cute face scrunched up, your hips flush and rutting up against his thigh. You blushed when you felt how wet you were getting. You squeezed his firm thigh as König switched to your other breast, his hand kneading your plump flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. 

Each nerve in your body was on fire, your pussy now desperately rubbing against his slacks. His mouth suddenly detached from your boob with a juicy “pop”. The mounting pressure between your legs dissolved as he shifted his body to gently lay on top of yours. Your eyes shot open as you watched his face glide down your stomach. His piercing gaze never left your eyes as he trailed kisses down your torso. 

“Every inch of you is precious, meine liebe,” he murmured over your burning skin. Your heartbeat soared as he lowered his lips to your stomach, then your hips. His teeth suddenly picked and nibbled the skin near the hem of your pants.

“Oh-Oh my God,” you stammered.

Your heart pounded in your ribcage as you watched his steady movements. König shot you a wry smile as he hooked his fingers around your pants. You yelped when he pulled your pants and panties off in one motion. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. You were just too cute. Your face glowed a deep red as you watched his mouth move just above your aching hole.

“You’re so wet,” he sighed as he gently pried your legs apart. He looked up at you, his ravenous, icy gaze sending shivers down your spine. 

“May I?” he asked softly. You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your head already spinning.

“Please,” you breathed. 

König hummed before he stuck the tip of his tongue out and slowly dragged it across your wet folds. Bolts of electricity shot through your body as he licked up and down your delicious fruit. Your slick coated his broad chin as he took in a deep breath. He opened his mouth and dove back down, his lips now completely enveloping your cunt. 

“Ah!” you moaned out, your thighs threatening to close around him. 

He inhaled softly through his nose as his eyes closed. You fisted the sheets beneath you as you felt his nose continued to bump and rub your clit. His tongue darted and swirled around your dripping cunt, ensuring every long and languid stroke was savored by both of you. 

“Gott, you taste so good,” König moaned above your snatch. His chin glistened with your slick in the dim lighting of your room, his face absolutely red as he grew more drunk on your pussy. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your wet heat before diving back in. You keened his name when the underside of his tongue dragged across your heat. Your head tilted back when you felt his lips come back up and circle around your swollen nub. König’s wet muscle swirled around your clit, encasing it in a vice grip.

“Yes! Yes!” you moaned.

He hummed into your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure crashing through your aching core. You wanted to grab his dirty blond locks and press his face impossibly closer to you, as if he wasn’t nearly drowning in you. A whine escaped you as his whole mouth sucked on your folds again.

“Kö-Ah!” you cried out. 

His tongue began to lap and dance at your entrance. He began to quickly mutter phrases in German, but your mind was too far gone to comprehend. You felt entirely wrapped in ecstasy. 

“Just like that,” you repeated over and over. 

You shivered as you felt the hot muscle finally begin to press into your plush walls. Your legs shook as his broad shoulders held them open while he tenderly moved his tongue around your weeping hole.

“Fuck, König,” you keened. “So good, baby,” you praised. He groaned into you as you took your hands into his hair, slightly tugging on it. “So good...” you moaned ceaselessly. 

You felt him smile into your folds as he lavished you with his tongue. The tip of his wet muscle glided across your spongy g-spot, making you melt into the bed below you. Soon, every muscle in your abdomen began to grow tighter and tighter...

“I-I’m gonna-“ your voice cracked when he pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. The pressure was simply too much, your mind bursting beneath the weight of pleasure. 

The band inside of you violently snapped as your body tensed. Your mouth opened wide as a symphony of your moans flooded the room. König eagerly lapped as your cum splashed onto his scarred face, his mouth gasping for air only once before he went back to gorging himself on your sweet nectar. Your back crashed onto the pillows as you panted, the last waves of your orgasm fluttering in your walls. Your body has never felt lighter as you floated back down from your high. 

König raised his face from your soaked cunt, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked the remains of your cum from his lips. His chin glistened with your slick before he swiped it with his thumb. You moaned as you watched him pop it into his mouth. He smiled before he leaned towards you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“That was-God, that was so good,” you gasped, still slightly out of breath. His face wore such a deep expression of admiration as he laid down by your side.

“I’m so happy, Schatz,” he said. He shifted and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry you had such a rough day, but just know I’m always here to help you,” he said, his cheeks dusted with pink. You grinned before kissing him, not minding the slight taste of yourself on his lips.

“Thank you baby,” you whispered.

Your hands interlocked as he pulled you closer to his massive form. Your giant teddy bear. As you settled into his chest, your eyes grazed down to find a familiar bulge twitching in his pants. That’s when you realized-

You haven’t had your dessert yet.

[airenyah]

stand closer you cowards

[german-enthusiast]

You are learning German and are at least mildly interested in history?

Let me put you on something:

Ernst H. Gombrichs: Eine kurze Weltgeschichte für junge Leser

The author wrote considering that if you really try, you can explain absolutely everything to a child and specifically does not want his book to be seen as something you have to study (memorize dates and names etc) but as something you should enjoy. At the same time, he hugely respects children ans understands how much they can learn and does not talk down to them but instead uses cool metaphors to explain grand concepts to even the smallest children.

Bad news: I cannot find a free copy/pdf anywhere online, I am sorry (please anyone let me know if you do!)

Good news: There is a professional recording on Spotify!!

Part one: Von den Anfängen bis zum Mittelalter

https://open.spotify.com/album/51QjgeOikJ5jvbuwoqB64U?si=N5rfxmWUR_el0aFkHAMf_g

Part two: Von der Renaissance bis heute

https://open.spotify.com/album/5xe9blTtuxY8TOpNOfnS4t?si=MQVanUmRT52QjUlGOI7q0w

EVEN BETTER NEWS: It is read by Christoph Waltz.

You don't know who that is? Maybe you do, actually. It's one of the austrian-german actors known in the US. For example, he plays the Nazi Hans Landa in Inglorious Basterds, and he's Bond's antagonist in Spectre.

Anywho, Christoph Waltz is a man to behold and his reading of the Kurze Weltgeschichte für junge Leser is absolutely marvelous.

I've loved the audiobook since I was little,

when I got together with my partner I showed it to him and he loved it too,

and we still listen to it to fall asleep in the evening.

I know listening to a book in German as a beginner or even intermediate might be scary but I implore you to try. No one says you can't start over again and again, no one says you have to understand everything. You can simply listen to Waltz's calming voice and be proud everytime you understand a word.

Listening to the book has always been such a magical experience for me and I hope it might be one for you as well.

[foxy-eva]

Waltz with Me

Summary: When Reader is sad that she won’t be getting a New Year’s kiss, Spencer is there to save the night

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Comfort, Fluff

Content Warnings: a little bit of ‘end of the year’-melancholy

Author’s Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Comfort Fic Writing Challenge! Shoutout to Pom for helping me come up with this blurb (and for being my friend ❤️)

Word count: 1k

Masterlist

What a year for a new year. 

As I watched most of my friends pairing up to get ready to kiss their loved ones at midnight, I took a deep breath and walked over to the window to look at some stray fireworks that made their way to the sky early. 

Soon I would be able to leave the old year behind me. 

It surprised me every New Year’s Eve how it could be that days always seemed endless but the years were so short in comparison. There was not enough time for me to find someone I could kiss tonight, so instead I decided to linger by the window until the clock would strike midnight. 

Five more minutes until the new year. 

Noticing timid footsteps approaching me, I turned around to find Spencer looking at me with a worried look. 

“You okay?”

Smiling at him, I nodded and lied, “Sure.”

He raised one eyebrow at me and chuckled, “Very convincing.” 

His eyes left mine to look at the fireworks for a moment. He stood close enough for me to sense the heat radiating from his body and I instantly felt soothed by his presence. 

“In all honesty, I’m a little annoyed that I wasted another year,” I sighed. 

Spencer locked eyes with me and wondered, “What do you mean? You accomplished so much, for example you– “

“ –don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight.” I interrupted him. 

“Ah,” he said. “That’s what you mean.”

I shrugged and looked out the window again. “It’s a stupid tradition anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s rather unlikely that not being kissed at midnight would determine an entire year of loneliness like ancient Romans believed.” 

This time it was me who met his look with raised eyebrows, asking, “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“If you choose to believe in superstitions I’d suggest looking into nicer ones. Austrians for example have a tradition to waltz at midnight. They gather up to cheerily dance into the new year, believing that starting it that way will bring them happiness,” he explained. 

My eyes widened at his words and a smile spread over my face. 

“Spencer, now you have to waltz with me!” I giggled as I reached for his hands. 

He pulled back and shook his head. “What? No! I don’t know how to dance.” 

“Come on, how hard can it be to waltz?”

I noticed how everyone around us started counting down numbers, a clear sign that midnight was approaching. Spencer realized that too, looking at our friends before locking eyes with me again. He stepped closer to me and placed his right hand on my waist and his left hand in my palm. 

“Your left hand needs to be on my shoulder,” he told me right before the clock struck midnight. 

And then we did it – sort of. Clumsily Spencer attempted to take the lead as we started swaying from side to side. Right when I wanted to point out that this is not what a waltz is supposed to look like, he took the first step forward, making me step back. We stumbled over each other’s feet and I kept crashing into his chest whenever he tried to get back into the motion. 

There was no way for me to stop the fit of laughter falling from my lips. 

Spencer, however, seemed very determined to do this right when he complained, “The noise of the fireworks doesn’t fit the three-quarter time of the waltz at all! How am I supposed to do this right?!” 

“This is supposed to be joyful, remember?” I snickered. 

Slowly but surely we found the right pace to dance with each other. Our motions weren’t completely right and I’m sure we didn’t look graceful at all, but waltzing with Spencer made me really, really happy. I kept my eyes on him, noticing how the crease between his eyebrows slowly disappeared and a hint of a smile became visible on his face. 

“So,” I tried to start a conversation, “Any plans for the new year?” 

“I want to take dancing lessons so I’ll do this right next time,” he joked. 

The prospect of dancing with Spencer again some time made my heart jump and I felt a comforting warmth spreading through my chest. 

“Great idea,” I agreed. “You really aren’t that good at this.”

“I considered my other options to cheer you up but I’m even worse at kissing.”

His statement made me laugh again. “I really doubt that.” 

A moment of comfortable silence followed as we slowed down our motions until we were only swaying from side to side. I noticed how his sight dropped from my eyes to my lips for a split second as if he considered proving to me what he just claimed. 

“What about you?” he asked instead. “Any resolutions for the new year?”

“Just one,” I told him. “I want to grow a couple of inches.” 

“And why is that?” He wondered. 

“So I don’t have to stand on my tiptoes to find out if you really are bad at kissing.”

A lovely rosy shade spread over Spencer’s cheeks at my words and his lips slightly parted, almost inviting me to do what I just announced. My left hand wandered from his shoulder to the nape of his neck and I noticed how his grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me closer until our bodies touched. 

He leaned down and I stood on my tiptoes so our lips could meet, timidly brushing over one another. It was short and sweet and I couldn’t help but smile into our kiss. When I pulled back and looked at him, I almost got lost in the depth of his golden irises. 

It took me a few moments to find my words and when I did, I finally concluded, “You lied.”

He leaned down again, his breath hot against my face as he whispered, “I know,” before capturing my lips once more. 

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[indristian]

More weirdly specific König Headcanons

By an austrian for an austrian character

He can hide how drunk he is pretty well, doesn't really start slurring his words and can hold deep conversations, the gig is over as soon as he stands up tho. He starts swaying pretty badly and has walked into more than one lamppost while intoxicated. Has apologized to every lamppost so far much to the amusement of everyone watching.

He isn't very religious but if someone starts praying the rosary in German his autopilot kicks in and he joins in. Same with certain church songs.

Started smoking at age 16 (don't worry, that was the legal age for smoking until like 5 years ago, then the gov changed it to 18) and regularly tries to quit. Nowadays he mostly smokes when stressed or drunk.

Tries to make everyone on his team say "Oachkatzlschwoaf" (means tail of a squirrel in an austrian dialect), refuses to tell anyone the English meaning bc he can't pronounce the word squirrel.

He's kinda choosy about the water he drinks. Water quality in austria is really good, so you can drink the tap water in the whole country. So when he's somewhere where the water is "technically" drinkable, but has a chlorine taste he prefers drinking bottled water.

Every new years eve at midnight he listens to the blue danube waltz, as is tradition in Austria.

There's a pocket in his tac vest that's reserved for Manner Schnitten. The people that saw something pink sticking out of his vest and made fun of him for it never get offered any when he opens a pack.

(Thanks to @court-of-fairytales for reminding me the Sissi movies exist) He has seen all of the movies, in theory, but the only times he has really seen them when he and his friends/teammates were "Sissi saufen" (saufen meaning drinking/binge drinking). It's a drinking game, mostly played around Christmas and new year, where you watch the 3 movies back to back and everytime someone in the movie says "your majesty" everyone has to stand up, say "long live the empress" and take a shot. Last man standing is the winner.

Has no visible tattoos but there's an AMA Gütesiegel stamp on his right buttcheek.

Kinds nsfw: Has absolutely quoted the "Ich will hinten rein!" ("I want in the back!" just with a lot more homoerotic implications) line when asked where he wanted to sit in a car and has gotten strange looks every time. (The movie this reference is from: (T)Raumschiff Surprise)

Kinda nsfw: He really likes talking to people in German (even if they don't really understand him) or teaching someone german words or phrases. The only thing he really hates is dirty talk in german, he'll do it if someone he's sleeping with requests it but he'll keep his face out of their sight bc he'll be 1000% be cringing.

Translates a lot of phrases literally bc the English equivalent "just doesn't have the right feel". Ends up saying things like "They look like a parcel someone ordered but never picked up", "They look like Bambi on stilts", "They have to pay attention like a clothes/shoe maker" ("aufpassen wie ein Haftelmacher", I know it as "aufpassen wie ein Haftelpitscher" but Google doesn't know it 😔) or "It's raining like the sky/like heaven is open".

Every time he sees someone with a Red Bull in their hand he has to resist the urge to say "You know, that's an austrian brand!"

The headcanons just keep coming!

And tbh after the last part I'm really tempted to make a playlist or a post compiling german songs König would get stuck in his head/would listen to. If anyone's interested please tell me!

Part one

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Part five

Part six