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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 months ago

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Yes, Konig

👑Pairing(s)👑→Yandere Konig x male reader ⚠CW (DEAD DOVE WARNING INCLUDED)⚠→ gay, gay-sex, yandere Konig, possessive behavior, possessive Konig, obsessed Konig, stalking, NONCON smut, dubious content, top Konig, bottom male reader, dildo play, fingering, kidnapping, size kink, bondage, handcuffs, Konig forces you to ride a dildo, and he jerks off to it. He is really fucked up in this. 👑Rating👑→ Explicit 👑Requested👑→ Yes

👑Word count👑→ 4.1k

👑Summary👑→ Konig has had feelings for you since you were both children. His crush turned dark after you stopped communicating with him. After he retired from the military, he was ready to bring you home with him. He wasn’t going to tolerate your disobedience.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! DEAD DOVE IS INCLUDING! NONCON AND DUBIOUS CONTENT IS IN THIS!

This fic may not represent how Konig is in the game or follow the in-game timeline! The English-German dialogue is trash.

Konig loves you, he does. He would do anything for you, protect you from the ravages of the world and care for you. However, something changed in him, something you never expected from the man you considered to be your best friend.

xxx

You were Konig's foundation, a rock on which he could lean and a safe haven. You were the only one who understood him, gave him emotional support when no one else did and protected him from others. Truly an amazing person.

Konig remembered that day perfectly. If little people in his brain controlled his emotions and collected memories, like from that one movie, then you were a core memory. You had your own island completely devoted to you and everything about you.

He was being bullied. The other kids were poking fun at him and humiliating him, teasing him for something he couldn’t control. Konig could only cry and hold himself as he endured their abuse. But that all stopped when a prominent voice ranged through the heckling.

“Leave him alone! I’ll get the teacher!” you said as you approached the group of boys, pushing them away from the whimpering body. The boys ran off, fearing they would be tattled to the teacher. Konig could hear the footsteps leaving and another pair approaching him. He looked up and saw you peering down on him, your face forever engraved in his memory. Then your voice spoke to him, soft and angelic, causing him to calm down.

“Are you okay? Here,” you said, reaching your hand out to Konig, gesturing for Konig to grab on. When Konig’s hand made contact with yours, he felt electricity surging through him. His eyes widened with something he couldn’t explain as he looked into yours. Konig was in a daze as he lost himself in your eyes, enamoured by you until your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“My name is Y/n! What’s yours?”

xxx

You and Konig became the best of friends. After you saved him that day, he began following you around and talking only with you. You would invite him over for sleepovers or to play games. Konig felt complete; you were the missing piece. Whenever he needed emotional support, he would go to you in a heartbeat. He would do everything with you.

Being a child, Konig didn’t understand the feelings he had towards you. It was only when he turned the ripe age of fourteen that he realized two things: he’s gay and he loves you. He didn’t know if you were gay either, but you told him a couple of days later. Konig was ecstatic! Now he knows you would accept him if he were to confess his feelings! Yet, the fear of rejection prevailed and Konig hid his true feelings.

Konig was a teenager when he realized his feelings, but his growth spurt happened. He grew taller and gained muscle mass, outgrowing you by a long shot. His hormones were also out of control. He would find himself jerking off to thoughts of you, wishing he could touch you and hold you in his arms. Konig wanted to do so much with you, but you were oblivious.

You were also oblivious to other suitors. Konig would find himself staring or glaring at anyone who spoke with you. He often used intimidation tactics, and given how he was much bigger than everyone else, it often worked. He didn’t want you to have other friends! Only he can be your friend! Only he was worthy of you and everything to do with you!

Things changed when he turned seventeen. Konig wanted to join the military, hoping you would follow in his path, but that wasn’t the case. You wanted a career in [insert random career] and already got accepted into your dream university. When Konig heard those words, he felt his world shatter. The large man hid his emotions, but on the inside he was in turmoil. His heart was racing and his mind was flooded with reasons why you were straying away from him. You two were meant to be together! Together through everything! You gave him that promise.

“Y/n... I was thinking we could go to the military together! Du musst nicht auf diese Universität gehen… (You don't have to go to that university…)” Konig begged as he tried to convince you to join him. He didn’t want to be separated from you. Why couldn’t you see that? You remained firm in your decision and struck down any attempts Konig made trying to convince you otherwise.

“For the last time, I really wanna be [insert random career]!” You said, getting up and looking directly into Konig’s eyes. An awkward silence fell over you two, tension that was unseen ever since you both met. The only sounds were Konig’s annoyed breathing and your sniffling. After a couple of minutes, Konig left without a word. You watched as his larger frame disappeared into the distance.

This was the first real argument Konig has had with you. He left as he didn’t want to harm you or make himself look bad in front of you. Once he returned home, the large man slammed the door to his room and began yelling, even punching a hole in the wall. He only saw red as he released his anger and frustration before calming down. Konig was breathing heavily, collapsing onto the ground as he cried.

He rambled on that he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to be away from you. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. His parents were gone for the day and wouldn’t be back for a while. Konig assumes it's you at the door. He made himself look proper, not wanting you to know he had an outburst. The large man opened the door to see you standing before him, his eyes softened as he admired you.

“Hey… sorry about what happened. I promise I’ll always stay in contact with you,” you said, smiling at Konig. You planned on sending him letters every week while the large man was deployed. Konig felt his heart melt and flutter. It was a good compromise. “Versprechen Sie das? Sie werden in Kontakt bleiben?” you nodded, giving Konig your word.

As long as you stayed in contact, it’ll all be fine.

xxx

You broke your promise.

Konig thought you forgot, not bad, he’ll wait until next week. But the next week turned to another week, then another week. Weeks turned to months, then a year. Konig was livid. Did you forget he existed? Maybe something happened? Not possible, he would’ve found out some way if something were to happen to you. Once he realized you cut contact with him, he became more aggressive with recruits and messages. He became more bloodthirsty, something his comrades thought wasn’t possible. After everything you and Konig have been through, did you discard him like trash? No, that can’t be.

He did make new friends while being in the military, but none of them were at your level. You are very special to him and more than a friend. They could never understand what he was feeling. Konig came to terms with it after a year, but you’ll always be in his mind.

You sent Konig messages a week after he left and continued for the next five years. However, life got rough and you found yourself consumed by work. You forgot to send Konig letters due to the workload of the university and your side job. You hoped Konig wasn’t crashing out… you’ll message Konig after things calmed down.

xxx

For the past few months, you have felt uneasy. It feels like someone is watching or stalking you. As time goes on, a sick feeling forms in your stomach. You find your things missing, only to find them a few days later with a thick white substance on them. Some objects in your house have also been moved, and a distinct cologne smell wafts through the air; a strong and familiar smell.

The last straw was when you awoke in the middle of the night. Your eyes were distorted, and as you adjusted your sight, your peripheral vision picked up something: a large male figure, shrouded in darkness. He was wearing a military uniform and a hood. Your body was frozen as you stared at the figure, but suddenly it dashed towards you.

Whoever the intruder was, he was fast and strong. You didn’t have a chance before you were put into a hold and a rag placed on your nose. The chloroform flooded your senses as it slowly put you to sleep. After a couple of minutes, you were knocked out.

Konig smiled devilishly as he looked at your body, puny in his grasp—all the more reason to protect you and bring you home with him. After twenty years of military service, he could finally touch and hold you. His thumb rubbed your lips. You looked older but still the same as when he left.

He forgives you for cutting contact with him and forgetting him! After returning home, Konig used some military connections to find your exact location. Modern technology is truly a blessing. He found out you were experiencing a rou

gh time—more reasons for you to be with him! He can use his military salary to satisfy all your needs and desires, and of course, you won’t have to work anymore.

He stalked all your social media accounts, watching everything that was going on in your life. He even hacked into your private messages with other people. In his absence, he saw that you had some suitors. Using some good ol’ intimidation tactics and other methods, he scared them away.

When the time came for him to bring you home, he didn’t anticipate that you would wake up so suddenly. Thankfully he carried a rag and chloroform with him. He still had to wait five minutes before you succumbed. It was either that or giving a direct blow to the head, and Konig didn’t want to hurt you.

„Mein Liebling... ich bin hier. Hier, um dich zu beschützen und zu lieben.“ ("My darling... I'm here. Here to protect and love you.") Konig mumbles as he lovingly strokes your head. He pulls his hood a little and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

It was going to be smooth sailing from there! Surely you were gonna accept this.

xxx

It wasn’t smooth

When you awoke, you found one of your hands chained to a bedpost. You were still disoriented from last night, but now you know it wasn’t a dream. Your eyes dashed across the unfamiliar room as your breathing quickened from panicking. The clanking and rattling of the chains bounced off the walls as you desperately tried to free yourself, but the metal dug into your skin.

“W-what’s the meaning of this? Why am I here?” you spoke to yourself as you tried figuring who would do something like this to you. Your answer came when the door opened and a familiar face walked through.

Konig leaned down and walked through the doorway. He was wearing a mask and civilian clothing. You could see the large man was smiling underneath his mask. “K-Konig…? Is that really you?” you said with hope in your voice. You start to control your breathing, thinking the man was here to save you.

Your friend looked different, but you still recognized him. You thought he was already large and muscular, but you guess being in the military heightened that. Konig was double your size and height, truly a beast of a man.

“Yes, mein Schatz.” You didn’t waste a moment and began begging him to save you. “Konig! Somebody kidnapped me–” you were cut off. “Shhh, Liebling. I didn't kidnap you! I'm just... protecting you!” Konig said, trying to convince you he was doing a favor. To him, this wasn’t kidnapping, it was protection and love. He didn’t want evil people to put their grubby hands on you or for anyone to taint you! No, he was protecting from the ravages of the world and corrupt people!

Yet Konig was the corrupt person he was talking about. He intended to corrupt you and make you his submissive little house husband. However, the Austrian man didn’t see it like that.

You looked at Konig confused and shocked. The way he was looking at you, a crazed look. It's something you've never seen in him. This wasn’t the Konig you knew! Was he always like this? Why didn’t you notice this before? Your mind was flooded with possibilities until the large man's voice cut through your thoughts.

“I'm sorry about the chains, darling. Just a... precaution... if you're a good boy, I'll let you roam freely,” Konig said with his thick German accent. You need to escape. Yet, you have to consider how Konig might react…

Six months later.

That’s how long it's been. You wondered if your loved ones were looking for you, but Konig quickly crushed that. Using some connections he made during his time in the military, your workplace mysteriously suffered a catastrophe. Tons of casualties, you were one of them, your body wasn’t recovered.

While Konig was sleeping beside you, his large muscular body was pressing against you as he nuzzled into your neck. You could feel him inhaling your scent, it was stomach twisting. You softly cried to yourself, you were considered dead to your loved ones. There’s no one you could turn to. Konig was the only one…

You obeyed Konig like the good husband you are– you say husband because the Austrian man forced you to sign marriage documents, legally making you his husband. Konig was good… he spoiled you rotten, but if he sees any signs of disobedience, he lashes out. Sometimes punishing you with ass slaps, no food for a day, or forcing himself on you.

It was hell.

Konig freed you from your bondage, thinking you learned to behave and learned your lesson. While freed and able to walk around the house, you looked for ways to escape. The man had this place fortified: secured locked windows, security cameras, and movement detection systems. You were going to find a way out.

xxx

„Liebling! I've returned from the market!” Konig's thick voice echoed through the empty spaces as he walked into the kitchen and dropped off the groceries. He waited for you to come down the stairs, but nothing. He didn’t hear shuffling, suspicious. The Austrian man walked upstairs, his loud footsteps sending quakes across the wood as he approached a door.

Kicking the door open, breaking the wooden door off its hinges, Konig examined the room, his breathing and anger starting to rise. He threw everything onto the floor, trashing the room until it looked unrecognizable. “That little… Hure!” (Whore!) Konig roared as he raced out of the bedroom.

“No… NO! This can’t be happening!” Konig yelled as his breathing hitched and cracked. „Warum solltest du mich verlassen? I thought you were finally warming up to me." Konig's voice got louder as he punched the wall repeatedly, his knuckles bloody before turning and wrecking the living room. He rampaged for a few minutes before collapsing.

"I can't lose you darling… einsam... Ich will nicht allein sein!” (Lonely... I don't wanna be alone!)” Konig said as his voice broke. The pain of being alone when he was a child was resurfacing. He had his parents, but he wanted someone else. You just so happened to come along and gave Konig what he wanted. His sadness and grief were replaced by determination to get you back, and anger for leaving him. His younger self disappeared.

„Nein... er gehört zu mir! ("No... he belongs to me!) Only me! He can't leave me... I'll drag him back! Show him who he belongs to!" Konig says as he gets up, pulling a tracking device from his pocket. He had the bright idea of putting a chip in all your clothing– just in case you got the idea of escaping.

Bingo– he found your exact location.

He was gonna teach you a lesson.

Your lungs were burning as adrenaline coursed through your body. Every ragged breath felt like it was burning you from the inside. Your feet were burning with pain and agony– every part of your lower body was on fire. Your body and clothing were dirty from being scratched and falling over rocks in the forest. None of that deterred you– not when he was coming.

The taste of freedom was sweet, but it was short-lived.

The sounds of your ragged breathing and footsteps became overshadowed by heavier footsteps swiftly closing in on your location. A booming voice that cut through the empty forest. “Liebling… why must you run from me?” His voice sent shivers down your spine as your body went into overdrive. Your heartbeat hammered in your ears, attempting to drown out any other noise except his pursuit. You didn’t look back and kept running forward, but didn’t pay attention to the uneven terrain.

You slipped and fell, your head slamming against the ground. Your vision was becoming disoriented as you tried getting back up. Pain surged through your body as you looked to see your leg bent in the wrong way. You screamed in agony and cried in pain as you still attempted to get up.

A large shadow overshadowed yours. Your eyes widen, turning around to be met with the disapproving look on Konig’s face. Pulling whatever strength you had, you dug your fingers into the dirt trying to pull your body away. Konig scoffed at the pathetic sight and took a few steps, his large hand grabbing and snatching your head.

“Poor little schlampe… (bitch…)” Konig mumbled with fake sympathy. He coos teasingly as he soothed you. He was mocking you. You soon found your body being lifted into his strong arms as he carried you back to hell. All the adrenaline and rebellion in your body dissipated as your soft cries filled the air.

xxx (THE NONCON SMUT STARTS HERE!)

You were in a daze, staring at the wall as Konig’s large rough hands cleaned your body. Patching all your wounds and cuts, even dealing with your bent leg. The soft sound of the running water filled the quiet room before the Austrian man cut it off. Your body remained tense and on high alert– something was off.

Konig dries you off, but doesn’t give you clothing and takes you to the bedroom. Suddenly, your hands were forced behind your back. You could hear the sound of handcuffs being pulled out of Konig’s pocket, then the piece of metal locked around both of your wrists. You tried to struggle, but the Austrian man controlled your movement.

When the door opened, the bedroom was still trashed, but there was a large thick dildo standing up right. Your eyes widened with fear as Konig pushed you forward. “On the bed.” his voice rippled with authority as he stared down at you. Not wanting to defy him, you followed his command.

Your naked body pressed against the soft sheets, but you didn’t bask in the feeling. The dildo stood intimidatingly, you can guess what Konig is gonna make you do. You looked at the man with fear as he sat on the chair.

“Smart Junge (boy). You already know what to do. Go ahead, unless you need some motivation.” Konig said with a grunt. He leans back, pulling a knife out and dancing it around his hand. His blue eyes staring into yours with a dark glint and a hint of arousal swimming around in them. The Austrian man dared you to disobey him.

You gulped as you nervously grabbed the dildo; it felt heavy in your palms. You can tell that this was an exact replica of Konig’s dick. Holding it in place as you positioned yourself over it, the feeling of the silicon touching your bare skin sent shivers through your body. Soft sounds of whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as you tried to get it inside, but you were failing.

Konig watched and sighed with annoyance as he got up from his seat. “Is it that hard”, Konig thought to himself as he grabbed your trembling body, laying you down on the bed. You started panicking as the strong Austrian man held you down. “N-no! I-I can do it! Stop!” you cried and begged, but Konig didn’t care.

„Warum musst du mich auf die Probe stellen, kleiner Junge?“ ("Why must you test me, baby boy?") Konig said as he frowned under his hood. Why must you be resilient? He’s only teaching you a lesson! Why can’t you see that? No matter, he’ll just keep doing this until you learn to love! He’s gotta break any type of rebellious thoughts.

After some struggling, the Austrian man shoved the large, thick dildo inside. Your screams filled the room as your hole was stretched to its limits. The searing pain coursed through your body as your nerves were lit on fire. Tears rolled down your face as you tried moving away from Konig, which led to the man slapping your thighs until they turned red.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Konig said sickly as he grinned manically under his mask. He began thrusting the dildo without letting you adjust. You began crying and begging for the Austrian man to stop. The silicon rubbing and burning your anal walls, the cockhead ramming into your guts. No matter how loud you screamed, nobody was coming to your aid.

Konig could feel his cock hardening in his pants. Your voice– cries of agony– were music to his ears. His free hand rubbed his bulge as he released a deep groan. „Verdammte Scheiße... du bist so heiß, Liebling.“ ("Fucking hell... you're so hot darling.") the Austrian man mumbled as he unzipped his pants, whipping out his large, thick cock. He stroked it to full length as he watched you cry underneath him.

“P-please! I’m sorry… I’m sorry! Please stop!” you begged, gripping the bed sheets. The pain slowly transitioned to pleasure as the dildo’s cockhead rammed into your prostate. The bundle of nerves being repeatedly abused caused your brain to send blood to your cock. You felt ashamed that you were getting hard from this.

Konig didn’t listen to your pleas, stroking his cock faster and thrusting the dildo faster. The sounds of your cries and screams died down as your vocal cords were sore. Fapping and the balls of the dildo slapping against your cheeks replaced that sound. Konig groans as he fucked his hand faster, his heavy balls slapping against his hand as he could feel his orgasm approaching.

You look up at Konig with eyes lidded, red with tear stains running down your face. You couldn’t believe this was the same man you’ve been friends with since childhood. Your mind was flooded with what happened, and why did this happen? That dark corner in your mind spoke, suggesting that you were a catalyst. Maybe you were the catalyst, maybe not.

The Austrian man's breath hitched as he gave a final thrust. Thick ropes of pearly white cum spurted out his cockhead slit, painting your face and hair with his load. Konig gave a deep grunt, looking down at your disheveled body. He looked at your body with satisfaction as he pulled the large dildo out. Konig grinned wickedly as he looked at some droplets of blood staining the silicon toy.

“Have you learned your lesson, Liebling?” Konig says as he forces you to look at him. Wiping away his cum as he waited for your answer. Maybe he broke you enough so you would no longer disobey him. You gave your final answer with a broken and raspy voice.

“Yes… Konig.”

THE END

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romanoffsbish · 4 months ago

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Insatiable

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

As you prepare for your college reunion, and life evolves around you, your wife realizes she’s ready for more. | WC: 1978

18+ | Minors DNI

Smut: Natasha has a penis | Oral / Fingering (R) | Overstimulation | 🤏 Penetration (R) | Breeding

You weren't exactly sure how you got here, or so you feigned—because one second you are on the phone, telling your bestie about your plans for the reunion today with Wanda, the other piece of your trio. Then the next you're pressed up against a door until things eventually escalated to the bed. Certainly, you weren't complaining but you did hear Darcy's muffled disgust followed by the earned dial tone, shortly after a moan.

———

Now though, after an hour, you were starting to feel an aching where pleasure once reigned. "Tasha please," you mewled but she just couldn't stop, "shh," her tone was hushed yet intensely raspy as she begged, "just one more for me detka, please." You moaned, discomfort quieted down for now, your spent body melting into the mattress as it succumbed to the pleasure; again.

Natasha couldn't help it, her eyes were transfixed on your cunt as she just continued to plow her fingers into you, the finest rings of white continued to form on her skin, passing her knuckles and thickening every time she pulled out to slam back in and curl up. Each time without fail you'd gasp, then whine rather incoherently—your pussy took over speaking for you as it gushed and her tongue communicated right back, all you could vaguely hear now was your juices splashing about since her lips had left the curve of your jaw to devour you.

It amazed Natasha just how much you always gave, she looked forward to making love to you every few days just so she could bury herself in your warm core. It wasn't scheduled or anything, just a perfect routine that always led to communal pleasure and comfort. It'd be daily but she liked to give you a break from time to time, even though she still spent it wrapped up in you because she couldn't imagine anywhere better to be.

Ever since retirement you'd become her only focus, she read novels from time to time—like whenever you were out with Wanda and Darcy, which in turn inspired many long nights as you usually walked in wearing a new outfit meant to catch her attention, with a sway to your hips that left her pants tight and her mind wild.

Outside of that though, she had no hobbies, her hero training replaced with nights of endless passion. You were astonished that your vagina still worked; it wept for her the same way your heart yearned for her care.

Natasha was a perfect lover, in all ways, but it wasn't always the case. It took years of patience to receive her unwavering love like this. You fought so hard for her too, making it through hell and back in this life just to find her, then it took forever to break down her walls. Because, up until you she had never regarded anyone romantically; everything was carnal for the redhead.

Now, there was a much deeper connection—a roaring fire lit within you by being her one and only lover. It never wavered; the passion, even on the calm nights where you two were just cuddling, the unique, for you intimacy, it just always got you to a point of neediness..

Like last night, when Natasha stretched behind you and you'd felt the soft outline of her bulge against your backside, it made you wet but then she curled around you so sweetly you'd fall for it, she yawned against your cheek before teasingly questioning your disengaged focus, "how are you liking the movie, moya 'lyubov?"

Knowing full and damn well you were more than likely desperate for her touch, she kept her grip on you firm but it was begrudgingly innocent enough. Which was distracting beyond words as you tried to remember any stupid scene you could critique before huffing, "I hate the Bond series, Tasha." Your wife snuggled closer and kissed you tenderly before changing the film, softening you into the perfect, pliable mess you now were.

Natasha was already clued in when you woke up today, you exited the room in a plush grey robe which usually insinuated you were working on your hygiene routine, shaving away your unwanted hair, leaving behind a soft mound for both of your comfort. You had grabbed a banana then winked at your wife as you walked by and she knew that was an invitation to come ruin you.

Whenever she heard the water being turned off is when she knew you would be close to ready for her, so she set her dishes in the sink and briefly waited for the sign. Soon enough the pipes in the wall swooshed and the redhead ran up the stairs, in a grey sports bra and boxers that had an embarrassing wet patch at the top.

Just as you exited you found yourself between strong arms, with warm lips repeatedly being pressed into the crook of your jaw and neck as her hands gripped your hips roughly. A sweet whimper left your lips as she nipped and sucked on your pulse and the redhead chuckled softly, endeared by your usual neediness.

Then a phone fell from your nervous hands right by her feet and she momentarily froze, then you moaned and she was back, the phone loudly disconnected. It was a blur of sinful pleasure; you were desperate.

Natasha pulled away rather abruptly, biting back a laugh with her smirk as you glared at her. "You've already RSVP'd detka, shouldn't we be leaving now?" It took you a long moment to understand what she was even referring to seeing as how the only thing really thinking for you was your dripping, needy pussy.

You were supposed to go to a reunion luncheon today, that's what you were telling Darcy, who was already with the redhead, because Wanda knew better than to expect you there. To greet the class that brought you into both of their lives when you could stay in solitude with your lover. Plus, she is only even going because she is spearheading a scholarship for young women in stem with her boat loads of Tony Stark's guilt money.

If not for her required presence to pass the first check on in a show, she'd be back at home with her wife, Monica, and their kids—Toby, a blue eyed siamese kitten, and Evelyn, their three month old daughter.

It was crazy to think about, how different life is after a decade of being in one another's lives. Natasha never imagined her circumstances would be this sweet and she thanks the witches ambition for it. She'd went to the college campus one day to visit the Sokovian, who decided to get an education alongside her hero gig. It was an end of the world situation, you were with your part time dorm mate at the time and so the Russian brought you too—muttering crap about your safety.

Four months on the lam later, and you were her girl. Tony apologized and got your education fees paid off for all your prior years and the rest to come for being the reason you nearly lost your future, but now you know you were just being rerouted to the right spot.

"Come back to me sweetheart," she cooed, her heart melting as she somehow caught your love drunk gaze. It was like she was lost in the memories with you. The chance to fall in love all over again was enticing but then she remembered her stubbornness and settled into the moment with you. "What's your color?"

"Yellow." It was an instant answer, but you shrugged because you were unsure if you were truly done yet. Natasha knew that what you needed here was a break, so she made the choice to ignore her throbbing cock.

The redhead hummed softly, then kissed your lips just the same, a smile instantly disrupting the gesture as she felt your delicate hands cup her cheeks to firmly hold her in place. There was no rush to the moment though, you two simply kissed, as if you weren't the same women who just missed a college reunion to fuck.

Natasha had plans for tonight though, while everyone there reminisced on their past few years she had you pinned to the mattress with the future on her mind. For years she turned your pleas down for a variety of reasons, but now, after seeing you with Wanda's baby she realized that there's no more time for her fears. You looked so at peace, with the infant you soothed in your arms and she could see your life to be so clearly.

The kiss that spoke your love for one another came to an end when she felt your grip on her face going limp. Natasha chose then to gently slip her fingers out of you. A soft whimper left you at the loss, soothed only into silence as the redhead lovingly kissed your neck.

Once she pulled back from your body, to kneel above you, her eyes were enamored by the way your essence coated her fingers and slowly trailed down the grooves of her palm. She licked her skin clean, sinful noises leaving her as she shamelessly slurped and moaned. She peered down to see your eyes shut, so she left the room. You were much too tired to protest the loss of your wife's comforting embrace, because the delicious void of sleep began to creep into your once clear vision.

Natasha returned to the room a while later, boxers tight with need but heart full as she found you snoring softly. You looked so pretty, curled around her pillow as if it had actually pained you to be apart from her. A singular tear trailed down her cheek at the feeling of your love that surrounded her in this quiet moment.

A sudden urge to fill you, to give you what you wanted, took over her body as she rushed forward. Still, her approach to you was tender, a thumb traced over the apple of your cheek before descending to your lips, where she gently tapped until you naturally pouted. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, met with the smile of your beautiful wife, you instantly smiled back at her.

"Welcome back," she teased, bringing a bottle of water to your lips before you could sass her right back. Then you were being fed various fruits from the tip of a fork, there was no conversation flowing, the both of you enjoying the comfort of the silence. You were oblivious to your lovers giddy look as you enjoyed a watermelon chunk, unaware she was ready to break it. Then you heard the sound of the fork scraping against ceramic, you flinched back to reality in time to hear her loud and clear, "I am finally ready to fuck a baby into you."

"Natasha no," you warned without the bark, she could see you were asking her not to joke, and her face lit up with resolute amusement. "Fuck," you gulped, her body now hovered yours once again, and you knew you were a goner when she wolfishly grinned down at you. "Detka," her hands wrapped around your ankles and you propped your body up on your elbows to watch.

"Color?" There was no hesitation from you, her eyes told you that she meant it, she was ready, "green."

"Oh fuck," you cried when the tip of her thick cock slid through your glistening slit, unrestricted for the first time, her thumbs dug into the dimples in your thighs as she felt your warmth envelop her. "Dermo." You knew once her mouth met yours—moans leaving her in carnal waves as her hips repeatedly met yours with brutal force, that you were screwed beyond a prayer.

Or, to be more on the nose, you were about to be...

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velvet4510 · 1 year ago

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Here’s the thing.

Many Bagginshield shippers, especially in fics, focus on how Bilbo never got over Thorin, to the point where some describe Bilbo’s entire life as sad and empty and unfulfilled because of that loss.

Don’t get me wrong: I do agree that he suffered terrible loss and undeserved torment by the Ring. And the fact that he never married probably did have some connection to the memory of Thorin.

But, y’all, don’t forget or ignore the fact that, in Tolkien’s text, Bilbo does move on from grief and live the rest of his life well.

He does not become bitter from his pain. He retains his kind heart.

He is generous with his wealth, helping in every way he can the very community that ostracizes him.

He sees in Frodo a kindred spirit and takes it upon himself to be the parental figure that Frodo so badly needs as an orphan.

He and Frodo develop an uncle-nephew (really more like father-son) relationship built on trust, keeping no secrets from each other, to the level where he tells Frodo the truth about his encounter with Gollum. (And probably the truth about his feelings for Thorin, too.)

He and Frodo have so much fun, going for walks every day, studying the Elvish languages, and throwing big birthday parties to show the community a good time. It’s plain to see that caring for Frodo filled that massive void inside Bilbo, finally giving him someone to love and devote himself to looking after, after his first chance at that (albeit the first being a different kind of love) was taken from him.

He does not see himself as superior to the lower class despite his riches, and always treats the Gamgees with the utmost respect.

He teaches Sam to read and write.

He tells his story to the younger hobbits, inspiring more of them to want to learn more about the outside world and not be so sheltered and ignorant…an effort which ultimately saves Middle-earth because the Travelers learn from him to be curious and interested in the lands outside the Shire, and he inspires them daily, as they constantly say to themselves “if Bilbo could go there and back again despite great danger, so can we.”

He even learns to love having a tarnished reputation, ultimately taking advantage of being “mad” to play a fun prank.

When he is no longer at rest in the Shire, he gifts Frodo all his property which will ensure Frodo is set for life, and through all his passive aggressive gifts to his relatives, he gives the Gaffer genuinely useful items that he knows will help him, including ointment for creaky joints.

He gets a peaceful retirement among his Elven friends, which he spends writing his memoir so that future generations will know all about his lost friends.

And ultimately, he embraces the special gift of an exception from the Valar and rare permission to set foot in the Blessed Realm for one last adventure, where he will continue to look after his beloved nephew.

And the fact is, he never would’ve gotten any of these things if he’d stayed in Erebor. He would never have developed that special bond with Frodo - he may never have even met him - and consequently, Frodo may never have met Sam.

Yes, a lot of his life was lonely and somber. But much more of it, even after experiencing such a tragedy, was full of love and joy and fun and excitement. He became an invaluable caretaker and mentor to the next generation of hobbits, got a taste of fatherhood, passed on his expertise and his story, and spent his last years surrounded by friends and family.

Bilbo Baggins may have lost the love of his life, but he did not give up on life itself, and he lived a full one. Don’t forget that.

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jsprnt · 11 months ago

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a no-contact relationship break, is shaken when your boyfriend finds out you’re getting hit on by other guys

kenan yıldız x long distance! reader

A/N: Probably my last fic before I go on my writing break!! Based on this request, thank you babe!! 🤍

W/C: 1.934

you drop the pen in your hand, shifting your gaze from your notes to your pinging phone. the screen had been lighting up for the past few minutes. the repeated buzzing of the device started to piss you off, distracting you from your assignment.

you were currently studying in the united states, as an international student. in your first year of college, it was tough, to say the least.

you snatch your phone off your desk, squinting when the light emitting from your screen hits your exhausted face.

sighing, you unlock your phone, opening the messages in your notification center. your eyes widen slightly when you notice the sender of the- multiple messages.

kenan..

you had not spoken to him in a few weeks, it had been radio silent on both ends, so a sudden message made you worry..

you click on a message, being directed to your messaging app. glad you turned off your read receipts a long time ago. your eyes skim over the messages, your brows furrowing in confusion.

"y/n"

"i know we haven't spoken in a while"

"and you're busy with studying.."

"but I'm worried about you"

"don't you think we should talk?"

you let out a deep sigh, already knowing you're done for the day. placing your phone back down, you ponder to yourself. you turn your laptop off, slipping it into its case.

blowing out your scented candle, and placing your stationary back into its place, you stand up from your bed.

your happy that your roommate is out tonight. spending the night with her boyfriend. you didn't care if it was allowed or not, but being alone meant that it was the perfect night to- call him..

you grab a makeup wipe, wiping off any mascara residue on your face. you go on and do your nighttime routine in the communal bathrooms, next to your dorm room.

you jump into bed when all clean. pulling the blanket on your body, and shove your charger into the power socket next to your pillows, your screen lighting up when you plug your phone in.

sighing, you place your phone next to you, mentally trying to convince yourself to ignore the messages.

kenan and you were technically still in a relationship, just on a break for now. it had been a couple weeks since you both had decided to go on a break.

you still didn't know what you were to each other, especially when you were on a break. but, a situationship, could be an arguable term to use..

currently, your main focus is your academic goals. you wanted to study, get your education up, and widen your horizons.

as a young, recently turned adult- life was challenging to navigate. just like many of your classmates in high school, you decided to continue studying.

your appetite for education and academic achievements pushed you to focus on school, unlike kenan.

to him, his life was all planned out. he had graduated from high school, and the only thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life was play football until he physically wasn't able to, then retire, and live a calm life..

you loved him, of course. you tried to attend almost every match he invited you to, supported him when he was overseas, and made sure you respected the time he needed to train. before he came back absolutely exhausted, leaving no time for you to spend with him.

this lead to multiple arguments, for weeks, you'd told him about your concerns. you were worried you both would grow apart, without even noticing.

the entire conversation had come crashing down, when you had a full-on breakdown, after he had cancelled your date, with just a single, small sentence.

you stood there in front of him, dressed to impress, only to hear a soft 'I'm tired, sorry, liebe..", while he threw himself onto your bed.

your face had dropped, tears running down your face by the time you'd stopped yelling at him, telling him how 'fucking draining' it is to try to upkeep the relationship.

by the end of that night, you had both shed tears, curses and apologies leaving kenan's lips as he'd realized how you felt.

you had both come to the conclusion to go on a break, time apart would be better for the two of you. time to figure out your own identities, and trying to navigate what actually drove you to accomplish more in your young lives.

to get your mind off the situation, and to be alone for a while- you had immediately filled out an application to study in the united states for half your school year.

it was insanely difficult at first, but slowly you came to like your environment. meeting new people at multiple frat parties on the weekends, and having more friends than you could ever dream of.

you turn in your bed, and shift for a couple minutes. your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall.

it was almost nine-thirty, if you calculated right, like you've been doing every single time you think of kenan, it was almost three in morning in turpin, italy.

you wonder if he's still up, it's unusual for him to be up this late. he had a match tomorrow, you knew that because you definitely stalked him on numerous football apps.

old habits die hard..

you wanted to see his handsome face, those pretty eyes that looked at you like you were the most beautiful being on earth. his smile that had you cheesing, and not to forget, his fluffy hair.

the hair you would always run your fingers through, comforting him when he was sad, or verbally helping him sort difficult things out..

you scoff at yourself, just a couple weeks ago you were crying over the fact that he was too busy for you. now, seeing a couple texts from him, had your heart beating as fast as it was, when you first caught sight of him, back in high school.

you finally cave in, sitting up in your bed, back leaning against your cheap headboard. you turn your phone on quickly, fingers tapping on the all too familiar name.

it was all muscle memory at this point, and you suck in a breath before sending kenan a message.

"are you still up?"

"call me if you're up.."

you text, sending it, and rub a hand down your face. waiting for him to reply, or call you.

it only takes a few more seconds before you see your screen change, your reflection starting back at you.

a video call?

being honest, you didn't look your best. dressed in old pajamas, hair undone and skin going through it.

though, kenan had seen you at your worst already, and you had seen his worst as well..

you click on the green circle, adjusting your camera so you can, at least, look a little decent.

you hold your breath when he accepts. eyes roaming around his face. he looked noticeably different than the last time you saw him, in real life at least.

"hi.." you begin, blinking at him. silence falling in between you.

he looks exhausted, eye bags visible and dark, his fluffy hair all messy and unkempt.

"y/n.." he speaks your name, his voice thick and raspy. it obvious he hasn't slept yet, though he looks insanely tired.

"you wanted to talk?.." you speak, voice a whisper, even though you knew nobody could eavesdrop on you.

"I did, schatz.." the nickname falls from his mouth before he can stop himself, his expression turning visibly flushed.

"well, what did you want to say?"

"how are you? how's boston?"

"fine, it's better than I thought it would be.." your words feel empty, voice slightly quivering from nerves. "how are you?" you ask, shifting, so he can see your face properly.

he doesn't answer for a moment, eyes glued on you, before his lips part.

"good, training for the euros.."

"in germany? It's like three in the morning over there. why are you up?"

"you calculated that quickly.." kenan says, and you notice a glint in his eyes. the one he always does when he tries make you flustered or tease you..

"it's a six-hour difference, kenan.."

you hear his breath hitch after you say his name, and he moves out of frame for a moment.

"i miss you."

the words hit you like multiple bricks, your eyes widening slightly at the confession. you missed him too, you missed him to death..

"i want you here, liebe. right next to me, reading your little book, while you play with my hair. I can't sleep without you, schatz."

you gasp unknowingly, dropping your phone onto your mattress, before picking it up quickly.

you open your mouth to say anything, something- but you're beat to it by kenan..

"I can't stand it. I can't stand- knowing you're so far away. dressed in the prettiest dress, having fun, and partying all night. so many men coming up to you, asking for your number. I can't be there and keep them away from you. I can't keep you safe. do you tell them that you have a boyfriend? do you call me- us a situationship?"

you take his words in, looking away from the screen.

"how do you know all of that?" you ask, voice with a sharp edge to it.

"elena told me.."

your best friend, back home.

"what did she say?" you frown, sitting up straight.

elena and you had been the closest friends for years now. you would tell her absolutely everything, and talking about guys hitting on you was definitely something you told her last week.

"she dm'd me via instagram, remember when you made me follow her in case I needed to contact you, but your phone was dead?"

you hum at the memory, huffing and getting impatient.

"well, what did she say?"

"she told me you're partying. that's not my problem, of course. she told me you're getting hit on left and right. elena told me I should ‘get my shit together’ and reach out to you, before I lose you to any one of those disgusting frat boys.."

you watch his jaw clench, his facial expression blank as he looks into the camera.

“kenan..” you say, looking away for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts.

“I miss you too..”

your own words open the flood gates of your eyes, and you move your phone away from your face. soft sobs making your body shake and slump over.

“don’t cry, baby..” he whispers, his own brown eyes glimmering with tears, and he wishes he was right there, next to you..

“I can’t help it. I want to see you again, but will you ever change or actually want to be together?”

“of course I will, liebe. spending so much time away from each other, it makes me think of how I’ve treated you. I was an absolute idiot, but I want to make it right, baby..”

“how will you do that?” you ask, trying to wipe the tears away, though, they don’t stop.

he’s quiet for a moment, but speaks when he’s thought about it.

“okay, when you’re back in turpin, I want to see you. when you land, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll talk. is that okay, baby?

you nod almost immediately, slightly self-conscious about how desperate you to reunite with him.

“good, baby- now go to bed, okay? I know you have class tomorrow. sleep tight, I love you so much..”

“I love you too, kenan..”

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