#adam schatz

[fdmlovesfashion]

Celebrating SPRING with LEESA ROWLAND in NYC

Catching up! Celebrating Spring with LEESA ROWLAND and friends in NYC. The charismatic Actress, Philanthropist and Author had a fete celebrating her recent Park cover in the East Village, New York. Wearing a custom collection floral dress made by fashion designer Marc Bouwer, friends came downtown to celebrate. NEW YORK, NY – APRIL 3: Leesa Rowland attends Leesa Rowland Cover Party At Populares…

[satorella]

“𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐳” [𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕]

𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫’𝐬 eyes suddenly snapped wide open; chest heaving, and the back of his neck sweating.

The room was dark, only being lit by the natural lighting of the moon through the window. He pants as he turns to face your peacefully sleeping figure next to him and slowly slips his hand under yours, careful not to wake you. He sighs, feeling your warmth. You were real. You were really here… with him. He placed light kisses on your knuckles, while trying to regulate his breathing.

“Mmph… what are you doing…” You mumbled sleepily. He kisses your knuckles one more time. His hand still holding your own in a protective grip. “Nothing, Schatz [darling]. Go back to sleep.” You rubbed your eye with your free hand, noticing he was slightly breathless. “What’s wrong, babe?” Kaiser’s expression softens at your concerned tone, your sweet voice like music to his ears. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You were fully awake now; his silence was loud and clear. “Was it the nightmares again?” You could see his Adam’s apple bob slightly up and down as he swallowed hard. He didn’t want you to waste your precious sleep because of him, but you were too perceptive and knew him too well. He lets out a shaky exhale. “It was…” You looked into his eyes, and for a moment, you could see a hint of vulnerability in them. “C’mere.” You tugged him closer by his hip. He didn’t protest, letting you pull him in against you. His body relaxed as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, his long legs tangling with yours. He wrapped his free arm around you, his hand moving up to gently run his fingers through the back of your hair as he breathed in your scent. “You’re okay.” You kissed the top of his head.

He needed this. He needed you.

His voice was muffled against your skin, “I know… as long as I’m with you.” “I love you, mein Honigbär.” [My honey bear] You whispered in his blonde hair. He tightened his hold around you. He loved when you spoke his language. He loved the way it sounded coming out of your pretty mouth. He loved you so much it hurt. He places a kiss on your neck, his warm breath fanning against you as he spoke. “Ich liebe dich auch.” [I love you too.] You smiled, closing your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You swear it, meine Liebe?” [My love]

“I swear.” You chuckled quietly, rubbing his back.

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[technofeudalism]

reposting because i completely fucked the numbers up the first time and adding the list of reps below.

The Trump administration’s abrupt street arrests of legal immigrants, who subsequently disappear into government detention, should be a huge scandal met with swift action by Democrats in Congress. But for some reason, just 34 Democrats in the Senate and the House have signed on to a letter demanding answers about the arrest of Tufts University doctoral student Rumeysa Ozturk in Massachusetts and other international students who have had their legal immigration status swiftly revoked without due process and now face deportation.

House Members:

Representative Yassamin Ansari—Arizona

Representative Eleanor Holmes Norton—District of Columbia (nonvoting delegate)

Representative Hank Johnson—Georgia

Representative Delia Ramirez—Illinois

​​Representative André Carson—Indiana

Representative Jill Tokuda—Hawaii

Representative Ayanna Pressley—Massachusetts

Representative Lori Trahan—Massachusetts

Representative Katherine Clark—Massachusetts

Representative Stephen Lynch—Massachusetts

Representative Seth Moulton—Massachusetts

Representative James McGovern—Massachusetts

Representative Jake Auchincloss—Massachusetts

Representative Rashida Tlaib—Michigan

Representative Ilhan Omar—Minnesota

Representative LaMonica McIver—New Jersey

Representative Bonne Watson Coleman—New Jersey

Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—New York

Representative Summer Lee—Pennsylvania

Representative Greg Casar—Texas

Representative Lloyd Doggett—Texas

Representative Donald S. Beyer Jr.—Virginia

Representative Mark Pocan—Wisconsin

23/213 - 10.79%

Senators:

Senator Jeff Merkley—Oregon

Senator Tina Smith—Minnesota

Senator Andy Kim—New Jersey

Senator Chris Van Hollen—Maryland

Senator Elizabeth Warren—Massachusetts

Senator Edward Markey—Massachusetts

Senator Brian Schatz—Hawaii

Senator Adam Schiff—California

Senator Bernie Sanders—Vermont

Senator Peter Welch—Vermont

Senator Tim Kaine—Virgina

11/45 - 24.44%

TOTAL: 34/258 (13.17%)

[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader

This is purely self-indulgent smuttiness for Kurt, because sometimes cuteness aggression surfaces as really wanting to suck a man's dick. I know we haven't actually seen him in the 97' show yet, but I couldn't help myself. Think of this as a mixture between show Kurt and Comic Kurt. Or imagine any Kurt really.

Tw: MDNI!!!! Oral, slight cursing. Reader was pictured as AFAB while writing but no specific genitals or pronouns are mentioned.

Trying to relax in the X mansion was near impossible. There's always some event, some drama or loudness taking place. Living with gambit was hard enough with the explosions and shit, but after Jubilee moved in…

There was just no Peace in this house. Even though you wouldn't trade it for the world, there wasn't exactly any "me" time, If you catch my drift. It was ridiculously hard to find time for yourself, leaving you a bit more pent up than normal.

On top of that, there was almost always some sexual tension in the house. Rogue and gambit, Jean and Scott. Morph. Literally just Morph, and their innuendos. It was hard enough to see Rogue and Remy tip-toe around eachother, But Jean and Scott? You can't remember a time they weren't sneaking off together to get laid.

All this had left you ridiculous stiff. No free time, surrounded by the adult equivalent of horny teens, it was taking a toll on you. When Kurt came back to the mansion, you were over the moon to see him.

You loved your boyfriend so incredibly much, but never before had you been thinking such sinful thoughts about him. You'd steel glances of his toned arms when he'd hand you something. Glance at his ass when he walked by. Hell, just his smile and laugh would get you going.

He was just so cute. He's loving, and caring, and kind. You felt so lucky to be with him, but that didn't change the fact that you wanted to jump his bones, bad. You wanted to suck this man dry, and as embarrassed you are to admit it, you didn't hesitate to. The moment you finally had him in your bed, you knew you were going to give this man the best head of his life.

“You want to-?” Kurt’s breath hitches, the faint pupils in his yellow eyes dilating. His adam's apple bobbs as he looks away from your heated gaze and sets his eyes on your hands, idly stroking down his soft abdomen. You lean down to kiss him again, tenderly. He returns the kiss eagerly, his tail swaying back and forth on the bed. It takes a moment for you to be able to focus enough to get back on task.

“Please, Kurt.” You beg, breaking the kiss with him. He chases after your lips, and the action is so cute you can't help but kiss him again, and again. You kiss the corner of his mouth, before kissing the crook of his neck, and then his collarbone, dragging your teeth across the velvety blue skin. His soft moans are music to your ears as your hands drag lower, gently cupping the bulge that had started to grow. The air catches in his chest, but you don't tease him for long, moving your hands up and down his chest once again. His tail wraps around one of your wrists.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asks, one of his hands reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. You can help but lean into the touch with a sigh, mouth watering at the prospect of having him against your tongue. You smile at him, scoffing just lightly.

“Of course I am, silly.” The words come out breathlessly. “Why wouldn't I be?” You trail kisses lower, paying special attention to the curly hair of his happy trail as you softly run your fingers across his skin. Kurt swallows, letting out a quiet whine as you start to slide his sweatpants down to free his cock.

“ ‘Just… Don't want you to feel like you have to, Schatz- Hng..” He lets out a choaked groan as you start to press kisses along his inner thighs as you remove the pants completely. You giggle a little, aiming to make him moan just a little louder as you start to stroke and kiss along his length.

“Believe me, love, I wouldn't be begging for it if I did.” You respond. Kurt opens his mouth to speak again, only to cut himself off with a sharp “Ah!” as you take the head of his cock into your mouth and start to suck. The end of his tail twitches, still wrapped around your wrist, and he chuckles.

“That was a dirty trick,” He says, reaching down to move the hair out of your face. You hum in appreciation as his hand gathers your locks, holding the hair back so he can see you better. You reward him by taking more of him into your mouth, reveling in the noises you receive in return. His skin is smooth and soft, and you find yourself appreciating every inch of him you can fit in your mouth.

You're doing your very best to give him exactly the kind of head he deserves for being so sweet and loving and caring. You think about the chores he's done without asking since he's been back as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The book he brought you as a souvenir as you glide back down, nosing the dark blue patch of curls. God- he was just the most perfect man you had ever met, and you were determined to reward him for that.

“Scheisse- I… Liebe, I'm going to…ah!” Kurt begins to writhe underneath you, and it gives you the best satisfaction when you open your eyes to see his face contorted in the throes of pleasure. You savor the taste of his skin as he begins to twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens around your hair, he free hand opening and clenching as he scrambles for purchase on the bed. You take hold of it, lacing your hands together as best you can just in time for him to reach his peak.

You never really liked the taste or texture of cum, but for Kurt, You'd swallow every drop he gives you. You work him through his high as he squeezes your hand, moaning at the sensation. His moans turn to whines as he becomes sensitive, his tail unwinding Itself from your wrist. You can tell just by looking at it that it might bruise, but you wouldn't dare tell him that.

His grip loosens on your hair as you pull away from him. His yellow eyes are teary and his muscles are relaxed and boneless, but that doesn't stop him from sitting up a little and sliding his hand behind the nape of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss. His kisses are loving and passionate, they leave you breathless when he pulls away. Kurt licks his lips as he takes you in, chest heaving. You can only imagine how you look with messy hair and swollen, spit stained lips, but there's nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I love you.” He says, after a moment of silence. “I'm in love with you. You know this, Ja?” His other arm wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer to him. You can't wipe the smile off your face as you lean in, resting your forehead against his own, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose.

“I do. I promise.” You reply. Kurt grins, and you can briefly hear the sound of his tail swishing in a way you know means he's thinking about doing something mischievous, and the next thing you know, there's a *Bamf!* as you fall into where he was once sitting on the bed. You have the slightest moment of confusion before Kurt is behind you. He grabs hold of you, leaning back to make you fall backwards into him with your back against his bare chest. He presses kisses along your neck and maneuvers you into his lap. Your legs are hooked over his own, his knees widening the space between your thighs as his hands trail so close to where you want him to be.

“Please, let me return the favor, my love.”

[jun3ee]

F.M.S (T.K)

(MDNI)

“You can mm- take it- can’t you liebe?”

I nod my head frantically as he rams his messy cock deeper and deeper into my snug little core, slowly pushing his length in. Somewhat teasing as a cocky smirk appears on his face, looking down at my furrowed eyebrows and teary lashes batting as I try moving back. The slight stinging and delicious pain of his cock adjusting into my tight little pussy causes me to whimper and squirm as he pins my wrists above my head with his big, rough, calloused hand. Preventing me from making any sort of movement with my wrists.

“I won't give you shit if you keep moving, understand?”

“Mm.. I-I-"

 I choke out, it was impossible to even form a coherent sentence as he shoved his cock in, impossibly deeper and deeper,

“Y’like my cock, hm? t’s why you keep coming back, right?”

He mumbles into my ear, his hot breath hitting the sensitive skin of my neck as his adams apple bobbing with every word he purrs out. Goosebumps running down my body as he teased me so harshly, watching me plead and beg with my desperate eyes for him to start thrusting as he kept his cock in there. As much as he wanted to start, he wanted to see me break down for him, to fully give in.

“Answer me” He mutters firmly

“T-Tom.. P-Please” 

I choke out, whimpering as I arch my back up to reach his toned chest, he chuckles, I went from being such a smartass to him to being stuck under him with his cock fully rammed into my tight lil’ cunt as it pulsates inside of me, his tip twitching, he wanted this as bad as I did, almost on the verge of letting out a moan as his breath hitched, his ego being too big to do so as he looks directly into my eyes, almost mockingly as he smirks, flicking his lip piercing with his tongue, keeping that stupid little smirk on his face as I look up at him, tears streaming down my face as he slowly pulls out, dragging his red tip against my syrupy, wet folds,

“Tell me what you want darling, and I might just give it to you”

“P-Please don’t be s’mean” I whine out, trembling and too drunk off of lust as I hear him chuckle, letting my wrists go and brushing a strand of hair off my face.

“Mean, huh? Ya’ think that’s mean?” He mumbles into my neck, planting soft marks along with hickeys, my body twitching with anticipation as he slowly slips his hard length back in, my soaking core swallowing up his leaky cock, slobbering down his length further and further, he continued holding my hips as he lets out a slight grunt, my greedy little tight core taking it all in, making little thrusts as he mumbles into the crook of my neck,

“Such a lil’ fucking slut, hm? Taking my cock so well, hm?”

I can’t even bring myself to nod or speak, so pathetic.. Throwing my head back as I let out a loud whimper, he leaves trails of kisses down my neck as his thrusts get faster, and harsher, his leaky, pink tip hitting my g-spot perfectly, devouring my tight cunt as I let out choked out whimpers and moans, his cock practically rearranging my insides as he pushes in deeper, his hips slamming against mine, his pants halfway down his body as his belt clanks, getting pissed at the noises of it, continuing to fuck me rougher and rougher, merciless as he treats me like a ragdoll. Making sure I take all of his solidified, veiny cock..

“Piece of shit..” He mumbles, getting pissed and removing the belt, throwing it across the room as it hits the wall aggressively, flipping me over onto my chest,

“Arch your back for me, schatz..” 

"M-Mhm.."

I oblige with no hesitation, arching my back as he continues thrusting feverishly, letting out slight grunts, holding my hips in place and watching my poor little pussy bulge and stretch out on his large cock, each thrust causing his hips to slam against my ass leaving little lewd noises that echo through the room. 

“M-Mm.. T-Tom!” I cry out, my face pressed against the sheets, my muffled whimpers and gasps turning the big bad guitarist on even more, fucking me roughly from behind as his tip kisses my cervix in such a sinful way, watching me bent over for him as he leaves a sharp smack on my ass, watching me gasp and whimper for more..

“You like that, don't you? Fucking slut.. S’fucking needy”

He mutters through gritted teeth, his cock twitching as droplets of sweat form on his head, lowering his hand down to my lower stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock and smirking to himself, he loved seeing me like this, always trying to keeping that devilish smirk on his face even when he came, watching him play with his lip piercing as he coated my insides white with his warm seed, watching me gasp and moan as he continues to roughly pound me.. It was always that little smirk that got me.. He continues fucking his hard cock into me relentlessly and deeply as I started to feel that familiar knot in my stomach, panting and grabbing onto the sheets as he rubbed his fingers on my neglected clit, causing me to gasp as the sudden pleasure intensified,

“T-Tom! I-I”

“I know, liebe... Just be good for me and hold it..” 

He says mockingly with a little grunt, continuing to pound into me with no mercy, thrusting in deeper and deeper watching my little body tremble under his as I try to slightly push myself off wanting to delay my climax desperately. His teeth gritted as he spoke,

“Don't move away, darling”

He grabs my hips roughly, leaving another sharp slap on my ass as I let out a whimper, my gummy walls clenching around his length as he goes in rougher and more erratically, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each thrust,

“F-Fuck”

He mutters, letting out strings of frantic German curses along with grunts, his cock twitching and pulsating inside of me, my pussy taking in every vein and inch of him as he finally releases his load, overfilling me as his seed spews into me and dribbles down my thighs, his face scrunching up slightly as he rides out his high, his grip loosening on my hips. At this point, all I could see was stars as my body went limp, the only words I was able to mutter out being…

“P-Please a-another..”

[latenightdaydreams]

Divorced!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, divorced couple, fingering, oral, p in v, light angst/fluff

1.8k word count

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After a failed marriage, you ended up with a 75/25 custody agreement with König; you getting your son 75% of the time. In the two years since the divorce, communication with König has been next to nothing. He asks you to communicate through lawyers and you agree, not wanting to deal with his childish rage. Every drop off has been done with you and his assistant. He’s found any way to ice you out.

This weekend is his, but you already informed his people of a trip your mother paid for all her grandchildren. König agreed to let him go and just take the next weekend. That’s why it's so surprising when your doorbell rings late Friday night.

Dressed in baggy shirt and biker shorts, you walk from the kitchen with a glass of wine in your hand. When you poke your head out the window to see who it is, you notice König’s Audi outside. Why is he here?

You open the door to be greeted by his intense gaze, his pale eyes locking onto yours. He’s wearing an expensive black on black outfit with a freshly shaved face. A small smile on his thin scarred lips. Different from his typical military uniform and stoic expression.

“Hello?”

“Hallo, Schatz.” His eyes drift up and down your body, appreciating your cute loungewear.

“What are you doing here?” You ask confused, his wandering eyes causing you to feel self-conscious.

“I’m here for Elisa.”

“I told you he’s gone with my family. Remember, you agreed for next weekend instead?”

“Ah.” König says, looking around, not moving. “May I come in?”

“Uh—I guess, yeah.”

You step aside to let him in. König walks in and sees the place he paid for in the divorce for the first time. It smells like you, home, and it’s comforting. You close the door and walk to him awkwardly, not knowing what to say. The surrounding air both feels thick and it’s uncomfortable.

“The place looks nice; homey.” He says, combing his fingers through his short hair.

“Thank you. And thank you for helping me with it—”

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what a man is supposed to do for the mother of his child.” He says, trying to act manly, but in all honesty it’s because he never stopped loving you. The dead air makes things more awkward before he speaks up again. “Cheap red?” He gestures to the glass of wine still in your hand.

“Yeah, my favorite.” You laugh softly and take another sip.

“May I have a glass?” His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, nervous of your rejection.

“Sure, yeah.”

König follows you close behind as you walk to the kitchen, silently cursing the baggy shirt you’re wearing for making it harder to check you out. There is light stubble covering your legs, making him smile; recalling what it felt like rubbing your legs late at night before bed. His eyes observe you as you open the bottle of wine and carefully pour it out. He can tell that he’s making you nervous and hopes it’s because you still feel butterflies with him.

You step forward and hand the glass to König, his large fingers graze your own causing his stomach to do a flip. His eyes lock with yours as you lean back against the counter. He brings the glass to his lips taking a small sip of the overly sweet cheap wine.

“Danke.”

“Yup.” You pour yourself more wine as you run through all the possibilities of what he might be here to talk about. Is he stopping spousal support? Asking for more days with Elias? Is he getting married? You turn to König once more. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been…well.” He takes a small sip of wine breaking eye contact. “You?”

“Same.”

“That’s good.” The same painful silence plagues the air. “The place looks nice.” He repeats himself.

“You said that already.” His eyes snap to yours.  “So why are you really here?”

“I- I.” He looks around the room trying to think of an excuse, he forgot his original one. “I just wanted to check up on you.”

“Why? We haven’t talked in…years.”

König’s face turns a light shade of pink as he feels the heavy guilt of just cutting you out. In all reality, when you filed for divorce, it shattered his heart. The only way he could move on is if he pretended you never existed, but that hasn’t worked.

“I’m sorry about that. I always just wonder how you are, so I decided to show up.”

“Why not call? Email?” You put your glass down on the countertop behind you. “That’s what a normal person would do. Why are you really here?”

“I’ve missed you.” His voice comes out in a broken whisper before clearing his throat.

König looks down at you with the softest puppy eyes, waiting for you to respond. He knows that his neglect in the marriage is what led to its downfall so he doesn’t have much room to ask anything of you. His ego was too big of him to ask you for a second chance then, but these years without you have proved he can’t do it.

“What?” You snap.

“I said—”

“No, I heard you. Why would I care? Did you get dumped?”

“I never had a girlfriend.”

You look at him for a moment before snapping again, bringing up every moment that you can think of when you asked him to work on the relationship. Reminding him that he is the one that cut all communication between the both of you. He has been the one to give up and leave so easily while you drowned in life alone.

König didn’t dare defend himself or interrupt you. Everything you’re saying is completely correct. He just stands with slumped shoulders and a face full of regret. His eyes drift to your lips as you speak, noticing the way your soft lips pout as your words grow more emotional. With each second that passes, he gradually approaches, one small step at a time until he ends up just inches away from you. His free hand reaches out and cups the side of your face. Without another word, König leans in and kisses you.

A rush of powerful emotions comes flooding back to you. Just feeling his lips against yours once more was enough to melt you. Your lips press back against his as your hand grabs the glass from his hand and sets it down.

König wraps his arms around your waist and hoist you up on to the counter. His tongue presses past your lips, tasting your sweet tongue as he swirls his around yours. The kiss only briefly broken as he pulls your shirt off, tossing it onto the kitchen floor as he looks down at your braless breasts; just as perfect as they were last time he saw them.

König’s lips meet your once more while his hands move up to cup your breasts. He twirls your nipples between his fingers, leaving a trail of wet kissing down your side of your neck to your breast. In slow motions König flicking his tongue over your nipples. His rock-hard cock twitches in his pants.

“König, maybe we shouldn’t.”

“I need you, please.”

His fingers trace over the elastic in your shorts, pulling them off when he feels you lift your hips. A soft hum leaves his lips when he sees the floral-patterned underwear concealing what he craves the most right now. He wraps his hands around your hips, pulling you closer to him as he drops to his knees in front of you.

The warmth radiates between your legs, he craves it. His lips press against the cotton fabric, taking a deep breath in to savor your scent. He kisses hungrily, feeling the small wet spot growing on the fabric. With two fingers he slips underneath the fabric of his panties and touch your folds. His eyes meet you as he slips them into you, studying the expression of pleasure riddled across your face.

You drop your head back, resting on the cabinets behind you. Soft moans leave your lips as his thick fingers curl up pressing against your g-spot. His teeth pull your underwear to the slide more, slipping his tongue up and down your glistening folds. Your fingers find their way combing through his short hair.

The loud desperate moans leaving you only encourage him. This feels like when you were both younger and spontaneous, before König pushed you aside for work. He feels your sweet arousal begin to drip down from his fingers to his palm, your pussy white and creamy. His name leaves your lips like fire as you orgasm. Once your body stops trembling, he slowly withdraws his fingers from you. With his tongue flat, he licks the thick cream off your thighs and from between your cheeks, making sure he cleans you up.

Your eyes meet him as he stands up, rushing to undo his pants. His cock springs free as his pants fall, he pulls his shirt over his head to discard along with the rest. The look in your eyes is dreamy, full of lust of love.

König leans in and kisses your forehead as he lines himself up between your thighs. It’s been so long since he’s had sex, the fact it’s you he has again feel so unreal to him. He will never throw away the privilege of having your body ever again. You’re so beautiful, every inch.

As his cock slips in your jaw drops, a stuck moan lingers until finally he presses in completely. His forehead is presses against yours as his eyes close, letting the warmth consume him. One arm snakes underneath your thigh and pulls you forward more.

His broad hips snap against yours, a mixed melody of you both moaning fills their space in the kitchen. Your feel his hot breath brush across your face, he looks down at you through half lidded eyes. The silky walls of your cunt hug his cock so perfectly, he’s forgotten just how tight you are.

“You feel so fucking good.” His voice is almost a whimper. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, y/n.”

Your hands caress his jawline, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. König responds by thrusting harder into you. The sound of your creamy cunt and feeling of your soft lips push his body to the point of no return. His hips slow to attempt to prolong the pleasure, but he can’t. His cock throbs deep inside of you, cum slowly dripping out when he pulls slightly.

The both of you try to catch your breath, his hands not leaving you as he squeezes you tightly as if he’s scared to let go. König gently lifts you from the counter and walks to the couch. With gentle hands he rests you back against the soft fabric. Still not pulling out, he climbs on top of you and hugs you to his body. He hopes that this is a sign of reconciliation.

[vampdes]

( cw. quick drabble, makeout sesh. könig & reader. grinding / dry humping. + google translate german used. )

“mmh! schatz, wai—”, könig and you had a mission no less than four hours from now. both of you knew that, if the two of you were caught by price, again, only god knows how he’d reprimand the two of you this time. [t. sweetheart.]

but könig’s lips were so distracting. they were full, his upper lip being a soft pink and his lower lip being rose pink, with a scar on the left side. if he didn’t want makeout sessions all the time, why would he put on a show just for you?

“jus’—fuck, hands on my hips, babe.” you said between kisses, placing his gloved hands on your hips before going back to gripping his hair and grinding against his cargo pants.

“too—engel, engel–gott, ich werde— zu viel!” he cried, squeezing his legs shut after you had pulled his swollen lips away from yours. [t. angel, angel–god, i’m gonna—too much!]

you grinned, wiping away the stray tears from his tear-stained cheeks, “we have . . a little longer, yeah?”.

“liebe, trainin’—hah, ah!”. you pressed your hand against his mouth, you motioned for him to be quiet as you unbuckled his belt. könig bit his lower lip, nodding slightly as he watched you place his belt on top of the duffel bag. “we—training, though, the mi–oh, god–the mission!” you situated yourself on top of his lap before tilting your head. [t. love.]

“we have time. three hours and some minutes, [we] won’t be late like last time, swear.” you mumbled, pressing kisses against his jaw whilst slowly grinding against the crotch of his black briefs. könig nodded slowly, his mind becoming clouded by his urges, “we—yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, agreeing, his hands going underneath your shirt and situating on your waist.

you pressed soft kisses against his adam’s apple to which he tipped his head back with a soft groan. “yes—we definitely . . hah, we definitely have more time.” könig whispered, licking his lips before smiling and gently pressing his lips against yours.

[ineedtogetintotomspants]

can i sit on your lap while you work? 18+

Contains: profanity, rough degrading (being made fun of/ called names like "good girl/ whore...), head (male receiving), gagging/ choking, spit, very nasty shi

Summary: Tom is working on something really important on the band and you beg to let him sit on your lap, but it ends up in you pissing him off cus ur so horny and desperate. And ofc he takes it out on u

⇩ SMUT BELOW ⇩

Tom’s sitting at his desk, hunched over his laptop, seemingly completely absorbed in another universe. His brows are furrowed, lips slightly parted as he listens to something through his headphones. On his laptop, a moody track loops, guitar, heavy beats, and hazy, distorted vocals. He’s locked in, tweaking the reverb and cutting tiny pieces, chasing the perfect sound. You recognize that look. He’s deep into it. 

You walk up behind him quietly, but he doesn’t turn around. Normally, he’s quick to greet you with a smile or a kiss, but today he’s totally not in the mood. However, you definitely can't deprive yourself from such a sexy sight, although he's so busy. Even stressed, he looks ridiculously good. And you can't help but stare for a second too long, wondering if there's anything to catch his attention and make him yours for tonight.

"Tom, what are you doing?" You ask softly.

"Hmm?" He hums softly, not even noticing you. Shit, you can't even tell if he heard you or not.

"Tom!"

Tom quickly glances over his shoulder, meeting your eyes for just a second before turning back to the screen.

"Yeah? I'm working on this. I'm trying to get this right" he responds with his thick german accent.

"How long will it take til you're finished? You know I haven't seen you the whole day.."

"Maybe... Two hours?"

You step closer and slide your hands gently over his shoulders, leaning in with a small smirk. He still doesn’t look up. You take your chance and try to ease onto his lap, but his hands come up, firm but gentle, stopping you.

“Ach Schatz, jetzt nicht." (”Ah Love, not now") he mutters, jokingly shaking his head. “I just need to finish this.”

The rejection is honestly so annoying to you. You fully understand that he has to prioritize his job and without a doubt, you've always supported him. But the temptation to challenge him, tease him and seduce him is almost taking over you. You wanna lure him in and make him forget about everything, except how good you can make him feel.

"Can i atleast sit on your lap while you work? I'll be good, promise."

He pauses shortly, taking your request in consideration. He seems a little conflicted, before he slowly nods.

"Fine. You can sit. But don't move."

Tom warns you softly, as you immediately start making yourself comfortable on his lap. He tries to ignore your presence, but it's hard when you're sitting so quietly on his lap. Being so good. ~ so far. His big arms automatically wrap around your waist to keep you still. 

"Wait til i'm done, hm?"

Without shame, you sneakily move a bit higher onto his lap, testing the line. He swallows hard in response, his adam's apple deliciously bopping up and down, pulling your gaze.

"I need you right now. Don't you want this?" your voice darkens.

Noticing how dangerously small the distance between your chest and his face is, with slightly trembling hands your fingers drift to the buttons of your top, toeing the line between teasing and trouble. You whorishly play around with the first little button, while your big eyes are on Toms face, analyzing his pretty features innocently. Biting your lip, you move to the next button, then the next, then the next... Before he even realizes half of your tits are practically exposed. Braless. His now wide eyes drop down to take in the exposed skin, jaw clenching tightly, seemingly disappointed by your slutty behavior. You do infact feel like you're acting like a porn star tonight. Your only intention is to have him inside of you.

"What the fuck are you doing? Seriously?" he gasps.

"Shut up.. stop acting like you're not getting hard." 

"Mmh, i'll probably have to shut you up with something if you don't drop the attitude."

"And you're so annoying.. always working.. We haven't fucked in so long."

He raises a brow, his gaze sharpening at your words, before giving you an evil smirk.

"What do you want, baby?

You clear your throat before responding, with pure honesty. "I want you inside of me."

"Hmm maybe... Maybe i would've given you that if you acted like a good girl and waited til i finished my work. But you were so fucking annoying. I didn't even manage to get one thing done."

His words are like a puzzle, making you lick your lips, suddenly unsure what he's going to say next.

"Forget about it. You're not getting what you want today, you desperate whore." He chuckles.

"But..." before you can even finish your sentence he interrupts.

"Knees." tom glances down at the floor. "Get on your knees." He orders as his fingers squeeze your bare tit like a stress ball, his thumb rubbing over your nipple, lifting you up his lap and pushing you down to your knees in front of him, him still sitting in front of his opened laptop.

He can't help but smirk and start wiggling his lip piercing at the view of you completely at his mercy. Rapidly, Tom unbuttons his jeans, his hard cock springing free, staring down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand gripping the base of his cock, imagining your little lips wrapped around him.

"Open your mouth. I want it full with my cock."

Your stomach flips hard at his words, thighs clenching together as you start feeling a heartbeat down there.

"Lemme fuck your cute lil face."

He guides his cock to your pouty lips, circling and rubbing his tip against them. Pre-cum smears across your mouth, leaving them slick, like you’ve just applied the filthiest kind of lip gloss. As your lips part for him, you realize that you're not the throat- goat you really thought you were. You manage half of his length, barely, and you're already struggling.

“Pathetic.” he mutters under his breath, watching the way your jaw strains. “Not even halfway and you're already choking.”

A sharp hiss escapes him when your teeth scratch his skin, his grip tightening on your hair to yank your head back, forcing you to make eye contact.

“Do it properly, bitch."

Tom guides you back down, pushing in deeper, more than you could ever take. You try to breathe through your nose, but your throat clenches involuntarily, and the sudden gag catches you off guard.

"Ach, du scheiße." he cusses in German, his breath uneven.

He doesn't even stop. Instead, he makes sure to hold you, right there where you belong - gagging around his huge dick, nails clawing weakly at his thighs, eyes watering, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. And yet, he doesn't seem to give a fuck. He just watches you coldly, his heavy moans filling the room.

"See? You're so pretty like this."

You shake your head, signaling that it's too much for you. But he doesn't care. He wants to see you fall apart around his cock like this. His hand firmly guides you back and forth. Cruel and bossy. Slowly leaning back in his chair, spreading his thighs even wider apart, admiring the mess he made out of you.

"cute."

You start moving more confidently as you get used to the sensation of him stretching your little mouth, cheeks hollowing while you bop your head back and forth. Every inch you take makes him whimper louder. You moan around him, the way he twitches on your tongue tells you he's close.

"I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face. Mmmh..."

After a few more brutal thrusts into your mouth, he pulls back, jaw clenching as he pumps himself right in front of your face. His free hand grabs your face roughly, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You close your eyes, preparing for what's coming, before his cum spills across your cheek and lips, dripping down your chin, not stopping until you're painted in it.

"Such a mess. Aren't you ashamed, sweetheart?"

Then his hand drops.  

He stands and starts tucking himself away. No praise, no comment, no warmth, not even bothering to hand you a tissue to clean up. Just the sound of his zipper and the faint steps as he walks away.

:3

[demothers-empty-blog]

How would konig feel if reader was going on a girls holiday for a week and he can’t come with her. I feel like with his slight separation anxiety he’d be devastated and try to convince her to stay. Thoughts?👀

I started this in a car lol. Sorry this took so long, my love! Started snowing here btw, so we here in our festive feels. Take a seat, y’all.

König already has a hard time being away from you months on deployment, so the fact that you have some family or friends to visit for the week has him on the floor, quite possibly in shambles.

And if it’s an outing with your girls? He might even try to join your gang for the week. Oh, don’t boo me! The man’s a good fashionista when he tries, but he’s snippy and honest about clothes.

What is he even supposed to do without his sunshine? The world is damn bleak without you, he hopes you know this.

You were at the front door and König finally crumbles, clinging to your waist on his knees, pawing at you and begging you not to leave. Whatever could you do? It broke your heart but then you realized he’s a grown man who can handle himself. …maybe. After a few kisses as you grab his fat cheeks and deposit lip shaped lipstick stains all over that gorgeous face of his.

Two on his left cheek, another two on the other, one on his nose and forehead, his lips are smeared in red because of you and a last one on his Adam’s apple because you like to feel it bob when he swallows. Resist the urge to call him a ‘good boy,’ he’ll pull you back into the house.

As for his separation anxiety, you meet him halfway on the matter and agree to FaceTime at 9PM every night before bed, just letting each other know how the day’s been, catch up and gush about how much you miss the another. You’ll update him with pictures and the like, a couple quick texts here and there, some ‘I love you’s’ too.

The first night in that empty house, König has to admit to himself that the cold bed is what got to him the most. You not being there dampened his spirits a little, he knows you can’t be together all the time, sometimes he himself needs a break. But… it’s you; he misses you already. König’s relieved to know that at least, you’re doing okay and you’re not abusing the mimosas in the morning with your girls. Right? Schatz?

pssst! pro mother tip: buy lingerie while u r there!

[prettyoatmeal]

Hey there! I'm new to your work, but I love reading through it so much. I don't know if it's already been done, but could you do a part two of the pegging request with a few of the others (ex: König, Keegan, Roach, Alejandro, etc.)? I notice you do a lot of 141, so I didn't know if you wrote others. Just thought I'd ask. ^^

CoD Charatcers and How They'd React to Reader Asking to Peg Them (König, Keegan, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria)

Warning!! nsfw, mdni, pegging, afab reader in mind using a strap, heavy dom/sub tropes, slight exhibitionism. A/N: Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't write one for König, but his time is now.. then plus some. Hi guys!! Its nice to see you again after a month (????)!!!

Part 2 to this.

Masterlist here!

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König I think would just be super confused at first. Not because he's against it, but because he's never thought about it before and is genuinely curious why and you'd find pleasure in that. He's supposed to be doing the fucking..? Why are you...? ...?!?!?!? And he's just scratching his head. But nevertheless, he agrees because he thinks he'd enjoy it though he can't help but be a little embarrassed because he's getting folded in half by his smaller partner.

Unlike Gaz or Soap, you'd need to be very gentle with him. He's a little bit tense when starting out. The lube is cold, the feeling of your fingers in him is unfamiliar, he wasn't used to bottoming like this. But he trusts you, so he isn't against spreading his legs for you.

Very quickly becomes very whiney once you start hitting against that perfect spot inside him. You feel him jolting a little, letting out a gasp and you know you got it.

His thighs squeeze around your sides, calves resting along your hips as you thrust into him with your bright pink strap. You thought it would've been awkward, not expecting the size difference and power difference to combine well, but it did. He keeps you close, his lips on yours at all times until he eventually buries his face into you neck only to moan and whine and cry into your skin.

All in all, it's sweet. He was definitely taken aback with just how much he enjoyed it, craving more and more from you.

"Schatz, p-please. Need more."

So you do the ol' reliable, placing a pillow under his hips, angling your hips just right. And it begins to drive him crazy. His pretty eyes roll back, his lips parted as he moans out your name over and over and over again like a mantra. His cock leaking like a faucet, his tip an angry red and begging for attention, a shiny layer of sweat covering both of you as your hips slap against his ass over and over again.

And it isn't long until he cums untouched, his back arching into the bed as he pulls you into a kiss and moans into your mouth.

**

Keegan is at I've seen characterised as a freak fr so I feel like he'd be similar to Gaz. If anything, he'd want you to fuck his brains out spontaneously.

He's very much the type to purposefully rile you up just so you'd end up pushing him up against the wall, or even tugging him by his collar to the nearest unisex bathroom. He can't help it! He's a massive slut for his lover. Therefore it's always a good idea to keep a strap on you where ever you go with him.

If you don't have any lube around, he's very adamant of you shoving your fingers into his mouth to slick them up. Maybe he'll even bite them a little just so you deliver a slap on his cheeks.

There's really no telling when he wants to stop pushing you. He'll actively fuck himself back on your fingers when they're inside him, going against anything you're telling him just so you be rougher with him. All in all, his main goal is for you to fuck him like you hate him.

With barely any prep, he lets out long whine at the first thrust inside him, wanting nothing more than to be used by you. One hand on his cheek pressing him into the wall, the other gripping at his hip as he arches his back into you.

"G-God, fuck. Harder, please!"

He's gets so vocal, barely able to keep his moans back. Lets out the sluttiest moans as he finally reaches down to quickly jerk himself off, spilling his load over the wall.

Definitely asks you to be rougher next time. He wants you to put him in a chokehold, wrap your hand around his throat and restrict airflow, bend him over and press his face into the bed, make him beg for mercy. Certified freak 7 days a week!!! Let's just hope you're ready to do all the chores around the place for the next couple of days because there's no way he'll be getting up without a stabbing pain in his ass.

**

Roach is really just a blank canvas character, someone that was created for people to insert themselves into his shoes. So with that being said, I'd think he's into it. Nuff said.

You wouldn't need to do all too much to get him to submit. If he's a blank canvas, then I'll make him into a masterpiece. First time with him would be the first time he's getting pegged, period. Unlike König who's a little tense, Keegan or Gaz who are a little too into it, Roach is a neutral.

It's easy to bend him over, press your hands down on him to keep his back arched like a cat, knead his plump ass a little bit. It's so cute that he'll take whatever you give him. Whether you're rough with him making him whine and cry, slapping his ass and spitting on him as you give him no prep, or coaxing sweet moans from him and praising him as you slowly push your slick fingers into his tight hole.

He starts getting so desperate, wanting nothing more than to beg for you to finally fill him as you press the tip of your strap. He wants to push himself back against it, his cock rock solid, dripping with his pre just at the thought of it. But he's too much of a good boy to do so.

So when you finally fill him with a quick thrust, it makes him go dizzy.

He's a real sight for sore eyes; ass in the air, your hands holding him arched and in place, his eyes fluttering closed as he buries his face into the bedsheets below him, the prettiest moans escaping his lips. Soft and breathy, his voice breaking every time you slam against his prostate. He's not as vocal, but there's no denying the sweet noises that are forced from his throat with every thrust.

He's such a sweet boy, completely melting into the bed as you lean down, a wide smile on his lips as you press kisses against the back of his neck.

"Please, please, please, please, please!"

He'd beg as you finally reach down to give his throbbing dick attention. He's definitely saying thank you after he makes a mess of the bedsheets.

**

Alejandro is another one where I don't see him enjoying it all too much. He prefers to do the actual fucking rather than getting fucked. He'll fuck you like it's his last day on earth, giving you the most mind shattering orgasms known to man. He's definitely a BDSM guy for sure, a rope bunny while at it. But when the tables turn, he's unsure about it. He really doesn't believe it's something he would enjoy.

Alejandro is proud of his masculinity, maybe he has too much pride, but being in a place of submission like that is embarrassing to him.

He'd feel awkward being in a place without control over himself which is why I feel the most he'll allow you to do is use your fingers.

Lubing your fingers up, he'll allow you to bend him over once, just once, and only to try it out. Safe word in mind, he caves and lets you bend him over the counter.

"No funny business." Out of everyone on the list, Alejandro is definitely the most hesitant.

Tensing up as you push a finger in, he almost backs out. But knowing how adamant you were about him trying out something new, he makes up his mind and lets you do your thing because he's thinking that just maybe he'll enjoy it.

Like every instance, you curl your fingers to press against his spongey prostate and he jolts in surprise. Hearing a barely audible, low 'fuck' coming from his mouth, you curl your fingers again only to be met with a whiney moan.

"Is that a good fuck or a bad fuck?"

"Good... good fuck, god, please keep going."

Jackpot.

It isn't long until he's jerking himself off, pushing himself back onto your fingers. He doesn't want the feeling to end, though he regains some of his dignity during his post-nut clarity.

"Maybe we can do that more often.. if you want to.."

**

Rudy is a tricky one for me. I'm not that much of a Rudy stan to have an opinion on him + pegging. But I've seen him characterised as a sweeter and more reserved lover. I feel he'd be more like Ghost. He'll take your fingers, maybe a vibrator, but he definitely isn't ready for your strap right off the bat.

He'll ask you to be gentle, face flushed and looking away as you slowly push a finger in him. Curling your fingers in just the right spot would make him let out an embarrassingly loud moan, looking away, his face flushed. Taking advantage of this, his eyes roll back as you abuse the hell out of his poor sweet spot. The feeling is new and strange but oh god, it feels so good. It's immediately too much for him, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he cums so quickly just from your fingers alone.

Switching over to a vibe would elicit the most humiliating noises from him. It's so cute because he'll beg and beg for you to go easy on him, his poor tip flushed and red as you overstimulate him. Torturing him as you press the vibrator against that perfect spot inside him, coaxing him to another shameful orgasm, precum running down the underside of his shaft as he thrusts his hips into the air, it drives him completely mental.

"P-Please! It's too m-much!"

"I'm not hearing red." and he gets so flustered, he's burying his face in his hands.

But red never leaves his mouth, this thighs clamping around your hand as he spills a second, third, maybe fourth load all over his tummy, but that's only if you haven't drained him for all he's got. He might just let you peg him next time.

**

Valeria is all for it. A girl has needs, sometimes a girl just needs to be filled with a strap, and she is A-okay with that. Val knows what she wants and she knows she's going to get it.

Power play is a massive thing with her. So even if you're the one gripping the back of her knees and slamming into her, he won't hesitate to remind you she's in charge.

She'll allow you to lay her down, slowly undress her, spread her legs. She'll let you fill her with your strap, make her moan under you as you hit all the right spots inside her. But you're not leaving her without the pure filth that escapes from her mouth between her heavy breaths.

"Always making me feel so good, sweet thing."

"No, you don't get to stop. I don't care if you're getting tired, this is what you wanted."

"Fucking into me like a bitch in heat."

"Pussy drunk slut for me."

"F-Fuck.. mmh, d-don't stop."

She tends to get a dirty mouth when she's close, almost begging you to rub her clit for her until she gives in an does it herself. You can't blame her, you just didn't respond fast enough!

But it's not enough for her until her legs wrap around your hips, forcing you as deep as possible as she squeezes around the strap and cums around it with a long moan.

After that, she gives you no time to react. You're getting pushed back onto the bed while she returns the favour until you're begging her to stop from sensitivity. But that's okay, because that's what she likes.

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After finishing this, I've realised I've put a lot more effort into this one than the 141 one.. whoopsies 😭

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.

[acetonitril]

"Gibt's irgendwas das man gegens Arschlochsein tun kann" Adam Schatz ich sag dir seit fünf Jahren dass du mal in Therapie gehen sollst!!

[spatort-polls]

Tiger ist extra nicht dabei, weil das ja canon ist und vermutlich eh gewinnen würde

[katelynnwrites]

And I Say To You (Soon You'll Get Better) | Laura Freigang

warnings: flu and other general sickness stuff

word count: 1160

summary: you get sick and your lovely girlfriend looks after you. when she gets sick, you repay the favour

a/n: requested, thanks for sending this in 🥰

It started as a tickle in your throat.

You drank as much water as you could to try and get rid of it but it doesn’t work.

Barely a day after your realisation, you’re waking up with a full body ache.

Sneezes and a coughing fit follow suit and you’re breathless by the time you manage to get it under control.

Gentle, cool fingers slide themselves under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. It doesn’t take much for you to figure out who they belong to, even when your head is pounding.

‘Sorry for waking you.’ You hoarsely say, wincing at how dry your throat is.

‘It’s okay.’ Your girlfriend whispers.

Her hands touch your forehead and Laura frowns worriedly.

‘You’re burning up baby.’

‘S’okay.’ You mumble tiredly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

Everything is a little hazy but you can feel the bed dip as the blonde leaves.

She’s back a moment later, fever reducers, lozenges and a mug of warm water in hand.

You groan as she gets you to sit up. The world swims a little and you don’t like it.

A distressed whine must have left your lips because the striker seems doubly worried now as she looks you over.

Her palm rests against your forehead again and her brows are furrowed anxiously as she pulls away.

The mug is pressed into your hands and your girlfriend helps guide it to your lips.

You sip slowly and Laura hums in approval.

She swaps the mug out for the medication after a few minutes.

‘You’ll feel better after these, I promise.’ She coaxes.

‘Thanks schatz.’ You murmur and she kisses your too hot cheek.

‘I’ll let the staff know we’re not coming for training today.’

‘No no. You should go. I’ll be okay.’ You immediately say.

The striker shakes her head, already putting the mug and remaining medication away.

‘I’m staying here to look after you.’

‘Lau…’ You try but she is adamant.

‘You know you would do the same for me.’ She states, leaving no room for argument as she strips her shirt off.

She slowly eases yours up and over your head before getting you to lie back down with her.

Your girlfriend spoons you close, smiling when she hears the sigh of relief you let out. Her body is so much cooler and is a welcome touch against your feverish one.

Carefully, she pulls the blanket back over both your bodies and you melt into the German forward.

Laura’s efforts have made you feel a lot more comfortable that it’s not long before you are falling back asleep.

******

It’s your girlfriend’s hushed voice that registers on your bleary mind when you begin to come to.

‘No her fever hasn’t broken yet so you may as well go ahead and tell the coaching team that we’re both not going to be able to come in tomorrow.’

You crack open an eye, making out the blonde’s figure in the dimly lit room.

She is sitting at the foot of the bed, her phone held to her ear.

In doing so, you note with some displeasure that your head still hurts.

Shifting your body, you find out that the rest of your body still does too.

Laura must have heard the sheets rustling because she turns around immediately and hangs up the call with a rushed, ‘I’ll call you back later Lara.’

‘Hi.’ You mumble as she fusses over you.

‘Your temperature is still running too high.’ She unhappily says after checking once more, this time with an actual thermometer.

Curiously, you ask, ‘Where did you get that?’

Your fever is not so high as to forget that you do not own a thermometer.

‘I had a few of our teammates drop off some stuff earlier.’ The blonde explains, blushing a little.

‘I love you.’

Your favourite person smiles, gently pressing her lips against yours.

You melt until you remember that you remember that you are sick.

Weakly, you push her away, ‘Lau! No kissing! No kissing! I don’t want you to catch my bug.’

Your girlfriend laughs, ‘My girl I hate to remind you but I’ve been cuddled up with you all day. Kissing you doesn’t make a difference because I have already been exposed to your germs.’

Your eyes widen and the striker giggles again.

‘Don’t worry, I love you and that includes your germs. Plus I have a great immune system.’ She confidently states.

The striker firmly kisses you once more to prove her point.

You kind of want to keep her away, to make sure she doesn’t get sick despite what she had said but you are really feeling too ill.

You’re exhausted too and as Laura keeps running her fingers through your hair, with you settled on your chest, your eyes begin to slip close.

‘Sleep my love.’ She whispers.

******

When you next wake up, it’s because Laura’s hand is on your forehead.

‘Hey you.’ She smiles.

You smile back, feeling significantly better. Your head is clear and your limbs hurt less.

‘Your fever’s broken.’ The blonde murmurs, affectionately stroking the space between your eyebrows with her thumb.

‘What time is it?’ You ask.

‘Late. Four in the morning last I checked.’ She answers, after thinking for a moment.

‘Schatz! What are you doing up?’

The forward shrugs, ‘Looking after you of course. I couldn’t sleep till I knew for sure that your fever’s gone down.’

You pull your girlfriend down beside you.

‘I love you so much. So so much.’ You whisper.

‘Love you too.’ Laura easily promises.

‘My fever is gone so please get some sleep.’ You insist, somewhat guiltily realising that she has the beginnings of dark circles forming around her eyes.

‘Take your medicine first. You’re due for another dose.’ The German woman argues, pointing to the pills and bottle of water set neatly on your bedside table.

You do as she asks and then tuck her into your side, kissing her chastely.

‘Goodnight schatz.’

******

Laura’s right.

Her immune system is strong and she does not catch whatever illness you have.

She does however wind up with a cold after her impromptu snowball fight with Lina.

Then it’s your turn to look after her, holding her close as she sleeps restlessly, her fever running its course.

‘Love you.’ You whisper to your silly, silly girlfriend.

She had really gone at it with the Bayern midfielder, the both of them stuffing handfuls of snow down the back of each other’s shirts.

It had been hilarious and you are sure the photos would turn out so too. You love that side of Laura, the one that draws in everyone, fans and teammates alike with her antics.

But this other side of the blonde, the one that only you see, who makes grabby hands for your cuddles with fever flushed cheeks and whines when she has to take her medicine, well you love it too.

German Translation:

schatz - sweetheart

[siryyeet]

Der dreizehnte Monat

Wie säh er aus, wenn er sich wünschen ließe? Schaltmonat wär? Vielleicht Elfember hieße? Wem zwölf genügen, dem ist nicht zu helfen. Wie säh er aus, der dreizehnte von zwölfen?

Der Frühling müßte blühn in holden Dolden. Jasmin und Rosen hätten Sommerfest. Und Äpfel hingen, mürb und rot und golden im Herbstgeäst.

Die Tannen träten unter weißbeschneiten Kroatenmützen aus dem Birkenhain und kauften auf dem Markt der Jahreszeiten Maiglöckchen ein.

Adam und Eva lägen in der Wiese und liebten sich in ihrem Veilchenbett, als ob sie niemand aus dem Paradiese vertrieben hätt.

Das Korn wär gelb und blau wären die Trauben. Wir träumten, und die Erde wär der Traum. Dreizehnter Monat, lass uns an dich glauben! Die Zeit hat Raum.

Verzeih, dass wir so kühn sind, dich zu schildern. Der Schleier weht, dein Antlitz bleibt verhüllt. Man macht, wir wissen's, aus zwölf alten Bildern kein neues Bild.

Drum schaff dich selbst! Aus unerhörten Tönen, aus Farben, die kein Regenbogen zeigt. Plündre den Schatz des ungeschehen Schönen. Du schweigst? Er schweigt.

Es tickt die Zeit. Das Jahr dreht sich im Kreise. Und werden kann nur, was schon immer war. Geduld, mein Herz. Im Kreise geht die Reise. Und dem Dezember folgt der Januar.

-Erich Kästner

[mariacallous]

Five Jewish senators, including Democratic leader Chuck Schumer, have signed a letter accusing the Trump administration of using antisemitism as a “guise” to attack universities.

The letter from the five Democrats comes as the Trump administration has threatened universities with billions of dollars in funding cuts, ostensibly over their handling of campus antisemitism, and has arrested a series of pro-Palestinian student activists and revoked student visas.

The letter was addressed to Trump and signed by Schumer, of New York, as well as Nevada Sen. Jacky Rosen, Connecticut Sen. Richard Blumenthal, California Sen. Adam Schiff and Hawaii Sen. Brian Schatz.

“We are extremely troubled and disturbed by your broad and extra-legal attacks against universities and higher education institutions as well as members of their communities, which seem to go far beyond combating antisemitism, using what is a real crisis as a pretext to attack people and institutions who do not agree with you,” wrote the senators.

The senators join a growing movement of opposition from Jewish groups decrying the administration’s campus crackdown and saying it will not make Jews safer. Over half of American Jews disapprove of how Trump is handling antisemitism, according to a recent survey.

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Has any Koopaling ever been in a relationship or love interest? And what do you think would be the ship for each Koopaling? (Or well… what would be the data to be in a relationship with them?)

It's just curiosity xdd

I would say some of them have been in relationships before or are in one

(Ludwig,Lemmy,Roy,Iggy and Wendy)

ON HOW ALL OF THEM WOULD BE IN A RELATIONSHIP

LUDWIG: If you would be in a relationship with him the start would be complicated as he is not the biggest fan of showing his vulnerabel side...it might take a bit for him to warm up but the moment he is he will be affectionate towards u with all his heart. He would show his love through words of affection and with being there for u. He is a great listener if u have trouble and would help u with anything. He is not the biggest fan of PDA but for u he would forget it holding your hand or putting his arm around your back. The longer u are together the more affectionate he will get.(he totally is a romantic immagine Gomez adams)

More or less he is a Cat person. If he really cares about u he will show it.

A petname he will call u is "SCHATZ"

LEMMY: If you were together with him it would be like dating your best friend. He is pretty chill about anything and would be there for u to laugh and cry about stuff. He is very good at cheering someone up. VIA JOKES OR TRICKS. This man is going to show off what tricks he can do only for u as if u were his personal audience if he has trained a new performance u would be the first to know. PDA is a fun way for him to show his affection towards u he will be a huger and a climber he will give u kisses and hold your hand nonstop. But expect him to be the little spoon!

ROY: THIS GUY WILL CALL U A LOT OF PETNAMES!(from sweetheart,doll,sugar,kitten,honey etc. He will allways find new ones)

He shows his affection through touch and words. He will show u off to others and to his siblings like "THATS MY PARTNER"

PDA: he will let u wrap your arm around his, and give u hugs all the time when u need them.

Expect him to carry u he will just grab u and throw u over his shoulder or carry u princes style he will have a proud grin on his face as he carrys u around to let everyone see that u are his.

He will boost your confidence by being affectionate if he hears u say that u aren't happy with your body. he will have a blast when u want to work out with him and he will definetly show of to u posing and flexing his muscles anytime he gets.

He might look rough and tough around the edges but he is a big softie at heart.

IGGY: being in a relationship with him is also like dating your best friend but also your bully. He will joke and make fun of u in the nicest way possible that u can't even stay mad at him. (This guy has so much sarcasm and irony that u would want to punch his face but can't reach him). His way of showing affectione is by gift giving and speaking and touch.

Expect him to build u little trinkets or gadgets, if u see something u like and want he will try to make it himself and suprise u with it.

He will info dump on you with his latest interest or projects and he will try to get u involved with it.(he is a massive nerd and will try to get u into his hobbies card games,video games)

he is so unromantic it gets funny everytime he tries to be "romantic".

This guy is touch starved. Expect him to cuddle u or hold on to u non stop wheneverhe gets the chance.

He will take funny pictures of u and make it his homescreen and show it to everyone.

MORTON: He will show his affection through touch and food. He is a big teddy bear and he gives the best hugs and cuddles good and helping u through the blue a great listener and a good advice giver. He will cook and bake for u expect him to share his food with u.(Food for him is important allways has been and sharing it with u will make him happy). HE WILL PROTECT U WITH ALL HIS MIGHT. If u ever feel unsafe he will make sure u are comforted and cozy. Let anyone threat u and its game over for them.

WENDY: her way of showing affection is by gift giving and spending quality time with u. U like something or want something she will buy it with no question ask. EXPECT HER TO PAMPER U WITH GIFTS. Sleepovers are a must and a girls night will make her happy. She will stand up for u and listen to all your worries u need entertainment she will have a full book of gossip just for u.

LARRY: He will be your bestfriend and partner in crime the relationship. EXPECT THAT U WILL HELP HIM WITH HIS PRANKS. his way off affection will be quality time playing video games,pulling pranks on others,sleeping,going out to eat or just watching a movie. He also will try to give u little gifts like flowers on special occasions. He is a show off towards u if u watch him on one of his tennis games he will try to win and give his all to it.

"have u seen how i did that? Look at what i can do! I won for u! Can i get a kiss?"

He will try to teach u how to play games with him. And play with u but don't expect him to let u win.

And thats it phew that was a lot to write :^)

Took me a while and there are deffinetly typos in it.