#he was right about eins and now this

[snarky-wittgenstein]

Spoilers for Vol. 15 below!!

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Their minds are so unique

[suiana]

(yandere! demon harem x gn! human reader) (reader is human)

"i think it's working! i see their shape-"

"cursed satan! our blood sweat and tears are finally paying off? we'll finally see a real human?"

"kya kya kya! I'm so excited!"

your ears ring loudly, your hands clutching the sides of your head as you let out a soft whimper. what the hell just happened?! one moment you were in your room lazing around, the next a magic ring formed below you and now you're... in hell?

is this hell? did you die?

you weren't quite sure if it was. it certainly looked dark and eerie with the current setting you wer ein Right now having skulls everywhere. but seeing the horribly demonic creatures in front of you talk in minecraft enchantment table confirmed everything you suspected.

that you were dead. probably.

"u-um... am i dead-"

"huzzah! the human has been summoned! they're so tiny!"

"oh my satan below! look at them..! they look just like an angel..."

"kya! i want to eat them! look at their confused face!"

you stare at the three demons who were surrounding you, blinking slowly before you let out a shaky sigh. were they talking about how many sins you've committed? the amount of times you jerked off to fictional characters? is that what the book in their hands were? a list of all your wrong doings?

you immediately submerged yourself in a depressive state, frowning as you begin to silently regret all your life choices up until now. damn it, you should've jerked off one last time before you died-

meanwhile, the demons were discussing what dinner they should give you.

"kya! do you think that the human will enjoy goat broth with human meat?"

"no no! allow them to eat elven tarts first! those are nice!"

"you fools, we should ask them first."

one of the demons mumble, arms crossed across his toned chest before the other two demons nod excitedly, turning towards you. their grimoire was immediately throw away, hitting a poor skull off the shelf.

oof.

anyway!

"ahem... human, allow us to introduce ourselves... we are-"

"kya! demons!"

"yes! and we're so excited to have you here!"

"worry not, you aren't dead. we just summoned you because we wanted to have a human for our experiment."

the three of them suddenly talk in english, eagerly looking down at you with wide grins. you wouldn't have been so thrown off if not for the fact that their teeth were so sharp and they looked like they were about to chop you up for their so called 'experiment'.

you gulp nervously, opening your mouth to ask them what type of experiment. but it looks like they read your mind or something.

"kya! it's a love experiment! don't worry!"

"yes! don't you worry too much cute human! we will never ever hurt you! maybe love you too much though..."

"mn, that's right. we are just conducting an experiment..."

the calmer of the three pauses mid sentence, approaching you as he suddenly bends down to your height, his demonic appearance closing in on your face. your heart races, feeling his hot breath on your skin before you feel your mind go blank at his words.

"where we see how long it takes for a human to fall for three demons. specifically three that are obsessed with said human already."

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huh?

just... what the hell was going on?!

[slightly-knot-insane]

Corruption

Monstertober 2024 - day 11 + 12 [ Medieval Menace + Devilish Charm ] by @ozzgin

[ m!demon x virgin fem!reader ]

"Come ooooon." He is there, again, whining like a spoiled brat. You try to speed up, but you know he can catch up with you easily. He can fly, and shapeshift and who-knows-what other devilries. And the worst thing is...

"Come on, my lady, just one little peck."

Only you can see him.

The demon had appeared before you for the first time about a month ago. You jumped out of your bed, screaming and ran into the castle's chapel, praying to the God for help. But the demon, he... He stood behind you, unbothered by the holy grounds, and laughed. He hasn't left you since. No prayers, no medicine, no begging helped. He became your lustful companion, always whispering lewd things into your ear, enjoying your reactions.

"No. Leave me alone, you foul creature! Why must you torture me?"

He feigns anger. "Foul? Torture? Lies. I know I'm dashing. My beautiful skin, my perfect physique, my voice and charm... Don't lie to yourself." In a blink of an eye, he is behind you, whispering into your ear. "I know you dream about me."

You gasp and jump, ready to start running away from him, but he stops you. He pulls you close to him and your noses almost touch. He truly is so handsome. B-but he's a demon! He even has horns and a tail and extremely long tongue. You blush hard thinking about that time he has shown it to you. Long, purple and...

But that is so wrong! You are a god-fearing maiden, pure and betrothed to a nobleman. Why is demon following you? What does he want from you? You pray, you obey, you have no desires whatsoever... Well, maybe sometimes...

"I know you dream about me. I know that your virgin cunt gets wet just thinking about me. Believe me, I get hard too imagining pushing my cock and stretching your sweet little hole."

He pushes you against the wall and you realize you're completely alone. With him. He licks his lips before taking you by the chin and kissing you. You push his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. His snake-like tongue worms in between your lips and finds your tongue. Before you know it, you stop resisting.

"Nur eine Nacht," he whispers while you take your breath. "That's all I ask. One night. With you."

He cups your cheek, and slides his clawed thumb into you mouth. Without even thinking, you suck it because that feels right. "Good girl. My good little slut." You tremble listening to his voice. His hand lifts your skirts and finds your cunt. "Such a dirty little hole. It is ready for me already."

He kisses you again and this time he pushes his tongue deep into your throat. You are surprised, but his finger finding your clit surprises you more. You try to moan, but you can't. He fucks your throat with his tongue while rubbing your bundle of nerves. The wave of pleasure that is approaching you is stronger than when you touched yourself. You hold his hand, trying to slow him down or you think you will shatter. But he doesn't slow down. He twirls his thumb around your clit and rubs your entrance, massaging it and stretching it.

Just as you're about to climax, he stops and withdraws. You almost fall down. "No... don't stop now..."

He giggles and wipes his lips. "On your knees, harlot."

You drop down and quickly unbutton his pants, drooling and panting, wanting that wonderful pulse in the bottom of your stomach to continue. His thick cock is in your mouth and you eagerly lick it. You push your wet finger in his sheath and pull it, and the demon sucks air through his teeth. "Who taught you that?" He sounds surprised but satisfied and you eagerly continue. Nobody taught you anything. You just know what you want.

The demon grabs your hair and thrusts hard down your throat. "Ahh, I want to cum in your beautiful mouth but..." He picks you up and slams you against the wall again. He rips your bottom skirt and underwear in two swift moves and then pushes your bodice down so that he could bite your tits. He isn't gentle when he pushes his cock inside you; it hurts only a little, but the pleasure that is pumped into you with his every thrust is more than enough to forget everything. You moan and whimper, holding him firmly against yourself. "Fuck me harder," you demand. "Fuck me."

"You slut, I knew you would love this," he replies and pushes his cock inside your slick hole, all the way until your cervix, und fucks your tight pussy until it explodes from orgasm. You scream and he catches your yowl with his mouth, inserting his tongue again. With an animalistic grunt that pushes its way into your throat, he cums filing you with his demonic seed.

"From a peck to a fuck," he says, smirking. "I knew you were a dirty little harlot after all."

[bamfkeeper]

Kurt teaching you German numbers, his methods are very encouraging. 18+ under cut. MDNI.

This crossed my mind, and I think it's super hot. But maybe it's just meee idk 😖 It's all for fun anyway. I have trouble retaining information so I figured Kurt would come up with something to help you remember if you have the same issue. <3

Warnings: More dominant Kurt bc I wanna see more this side of him, it's not too crazy. Afab reader, sex toys, praise, orgasm denial, slight overstimulation, oral (reader giving), he uses his tail~ Not edited, please ignore grammar mistakes!

WC: 1.8k

You didn't speak German, when you met Kurt you vowed you'd try to learn. You asked him to help you from time to time, and he gladly did. He always praised you for words you got write, and gently corrected you or helped you when you got something wrong or simply couldn't remember. But even if you missed a day, you forgot everything. It was frustrating for you, how you couldn't retain something so simple. Kurt knew how you felt, so he thought he might change up the lessons to make them a bit more...interactive.

"We will start off easy, liebling." he hummed and sat in front of you, looking down at you on the floor. You were trembling and looking up with anticipation, biting your lip, squirming slightly on the vibe he had on your cunt. "Numbers. One through ten, ja?" he turned the vibe on a low setting, enough to jerk you up slightly, but not enough for you to reach your peak.

"Okay..." you rasped, crawling to be more sat between his legs. He chuckled and watched you fondle his growing bulge in his underwear. "Naughty liebchen..." he cooed, "Wait."

With a reluctant whine, you stopped and looked up at him again. Your cheeks were much hotter from the situation, he hadn't ever been this way before, but you weren't complaining.

"One." he said calmly, his tail curled up at the end as he watched you.

"Eins." you replied softly, your legs trembling. You could feel your core dampening, your clit throbbed against the dull vibration from the vibe. He grinned down at you, nodding. "Good. That's correct..." a press on the remote made the vibrator increase a notch, which in turn made you feel more pleasure.

"And what's two?" he asked, slowly pulling himself free, his cock slowly hardening as his hand stroked it. Your eyes were glued to his pretty cock, the tip beading already and you wanted to taste him.

"Zwei," you said back, hoping he'd let you suck him now. He saw your wants, but he didn't give in just yet. You were only on two after all, you needed to remember more than that first.

"Ah, good...three." he continued, hitting the next button to increase the vibrations. The second setting felt good, but not enough for you. You wanted more, and he saw your hips squirming. He smiled at you, he was unbelievably hot right now, it wasn't fair.

"Three." he whispered, "Make it to five and I'll let you cum." he promised, his hand steadily stroking himself. The promise of your climax made you feel more motivated, you were pretty confident so far. "Drei," your answer came out with a slight whine, and the vibe increased again, the third setting beginning to make a louder hum and your legs shook more.

"Das ist gut...you are doing so good." he whispered, "How about four and five? Can you remember four and five?" he asked, his hand moving a little faster on his cock. You bit your lip, spreading your legs slightly as you practically made a pool under you with how much you were leaking. "Ah...a-ah...v-vier...and....fünf..." you moaned loudly as he hit the button twice and the vibrations increased two notches.

He hummed and his tail tapped your back, urging you to scoot closer. "You did well, how about I let you reach your first orgasm? You remembered one through five, you deserve it don't you?" he reached down and cupped your face, his cock almost touching your lips but not close enough.

"Y-yes...." you whined, his finger pushed into your mouth gently and he tsked, so you corrected yourself. "Ja..." a bit muffled with his finger but...he got the gist. He nodded, his tail trailed your spine and moved between your legs. His spade cupped your pussy, feeling how wet you were and his eyes glistened.

"What a naughty girl. You are so turned on by this, hm? I had no idea this is what would get you to remember. I suppose we shall do this anytime you need a German lesson, won't we?" he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your chin, pulling you closer to his cock. It throbbed slightly, the head dripping sticky precum for you.

"Do you like when I am like this? You probably didn't expect it from me...but I assure you liebling...I can be however you want me to be." Kurt hummed and rubbed his cock on your lips. "Not yet..." he teased, his tail gently pressing your soaked entrance. "Tell me one through five again, sweetheart."

You were dizzy, you never thought Kurt could act like this, but hell, you weren't going to tell him to stop. You shifted, your back arching slightly, trying to get more of him to poke into you, but he anticipated this and withdrew his tail. "Kurt," you whined, pouting before reciting the numbers in German.

"Was that so hard?" he questioned, a playing smirk on his lips as his tail pushed back against you. Between his tail toying with you and the vibe, you weren't far from your orgasm. He worked you for a bit, until he felt you push your face into his thigh, moaning loudly as you felt your orgasm hit you. Your entire body shook with the shocks of it, the vibe was right on your swelling clit and it felt so intense that you swear the vibrations went straight to your toes.

"Ah...that's it...let yourself go, liebe...you're so good." he praised and groaned to himself, seeing you reach your peak almost got him to his own, his hand stroking himself hastily. When your orgasm was over, you whined and panted from the intense sensation still humming on your clit. He chuckled seeing your blissed out face, though slightly wincing from the overstimulation. "You are so beautiful...you feel so wet on my tail, liebe...can you get to ten?"

"A-aah...nngh, Kurt..." you whimpered, "S-s'too much..." you panted and held his legs. He shook his head and smiled, "Get to ten...then I'll give you a break."

He continued the slow count to ten, when he got to eight, you couldn't remember what it was. "Nngh...I-I don't remember..." you whined, your second orgasm right there....so, so close! You were right on the edge and about to teeter off when he cut the vibe's power. Your throat caught a strangled cry and you looked up at him. Your eyes held betrayal and he laughed softly.

"You know our deal, schatz...each number you get correct increases the power...for one you get wrong, you cannot come." he said calmly, explaining it in a teasing manner. His head tilted slightly, his hair curling at the ends and falling over his forehead. "Let's try again...from one."

You groaned and pouted, your forehead pressing against his leg. "Fine..." you muttered, feeling a little stubborn but obliging. One look up at him and your resolve melted away. You leaned up and kissed his tip before he could say anything in response. "Eins, zwei, drei." You said quickly, "Vier, fünf, sechs." your tongue dashed out and licked over his tip, tasting him. Your tongue took its time, slowly rolling over his head and pressing against the slit to get more of his precum.

"Sieben..." you trailed off and thought about what eight was, you had forgotten before. "Er..." you frowned, your brow furrowing in thought. His cock head came into view, you kissed the tip and suckled. "Oh! Acht!" you said proudly, making Kurt smile widely.

"Ja! Ja, das war gut!" he laughed and held the remote up a bit, turning the vibe back on. The vibrations weren't as strong as they were but they were slowly building back up. "Now what about nine and ten...?"

You moaned loudly, your already sensitive clit being stimulated raw like this made you more ready to cum a second time. The intensity of right before your climax overwhelmed you and the sensation continued. You felt like you were balancing on the rope right before free falling to pleasure, the vibrations just needed to be slightly more powerful...

"N-Neun...." you rasped, hot breath hitting his hard dick and he had to hold everything back, maintaining his composure so you completed the exercise. "A...and...zehn!" you weren't sure on that last one, but spat it out anyway.

Kurt was relieved too, he needed more from you just as you needed more from him. "Ja, good, you got them!" he turned the vibe up and he cradled the back of your head, pulling you to his cock and pushing past your lips. He bobbed your head and he groaned, "Ja...so gut...I know you've wanted this." he grunted out of a clenched jaw, his tail continuing to caress your pussy.

"More, liebling...I'm close." he warned, guiding you to bob your head quicker. Your hand reached down and fondled his balls, rolling them gently and earning louder groans from him. Each noise he made shot pleasure straight to your core. "Mmn, mmf!" you looked up at him as you tried to take more of him than you were used to.

You gagged slightly, but that didn't stop your determination. He watched with half lidded eyes as you tried your best to deepthroat him while your orgasm hit you. Your nose buried into his pubic hair, saliva dripped down his balls as your tongue pressed against his cock and protected the underside of him from your teeth. You muffled a cry as your body shook from the force of your climax rushed through you.

His eyes roll back and he jerks his hips up slightly, soon hot ropes of cum shoot out into your throat, coating your tongue as he pulls back so you don't choke. The sticky fluid fills your mouth and you eagerly drink it down. He feels you swallowing and he waits until you get it all, then he pulls himself out of your mouth.

"Oh, liebling...c'mere." he pulled you up, your poor legs trembled as you stood. He turned the vibe off and removed it from you, looking at your swollen and reddened clit. "Poor little button," he smirked and leaned down, laying a kiss against it. You moaned loudly when his lips touched your throbbing bud and he pulled back before it became too much.

He gave you that charming smile, and your exhausted face couldn't help but smile back. He would be the death of you, you swore. He pulled you into his lap and held you, kissing your neck and cheeks in a loving manner. He adored you more than anything else, and he loved how the two of you could have fun and explore these kinds of things together.

"You know...if you ever want to learn German colors..." he trailed off, flashing a mischievous grin. Maybe you could go for another lesson.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images: Immortal X-Men #7 (2022)

[hischokehold]

Pls pls Konig helping bunny through her first wet dream.

Dreamland.

tw: perv!könig

The sweet musk weighs heavy in the air, König barely keeping his eyes peeled while his tiny bunny pounces on him. He's struggling to maintain his consciousness, burly hands lazily wrapping around your waist.

It's been a long week, really; König being ordered by the higher ups in a solo mission to take care of some lunatic who had been obstructing their plans, or so they said. Not that he really cared about it. Asking questions weren't part of the job and as long as he was getting paid in full amounts, enough to take care of his high maintenance pet, he didn't bother to ask any.

Though, he didn't exactly expect his welcome home to turn out like this.

Tiny ah-ah-ah's jutted out of you as he slowly gained awareness of the current situation. Sharp, manicured tips press on his chest, drawing drops of blood in your selfish desire to hump your wet bunny cunt against his clothed cock. Naughty girl, taking advantage of daddy like this. You're far too gone in your own pleasure to notice his lustfilled gaze on you, glossy lips drooling all over yourself.

It was clear that this wasn't enough for you, bunny ears tucked and brows furrowed as you're unable to continue chasing your high. You tried to mimic how daddy did it! But it just didn't feel half as good no matter how much you tried.

"Daddy." You choked out, desperately dragging your hello kitty panties to the side, pressing your 'princess button' as daddy called it, on top of his painfully tight bulge.

"Tsk." He lands a spank on your bottom, the harsh tug on your fluffy tail seemingly bringing you back to Earth. "Didn't take you for a common whore, Hase. Is this how you greet daddy?" His brutish hands wrap around your throat, earning exasperated gasps from you and a choked out cry for his name. "Scheiße, du bist eine Handvoll." It was funny how you were begging now, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Like you weren't just humping away at his daddy cock.

"M' sorry, daddy! Had a weird dream and now my—" You choke, bunny ears and cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment, "My princess parts are sticky!" You exaggerated by presenting your puffy, swollen cunt right on his face.

König mustered a low chuckle, running his calloused fingers over your folds. It doesn't surprise him one bit. König always knew what was going on in his bunny's ditsy little mind. It didn't help that mating season was merely a month away and that being around a testosterone heavy man was triggering your heat. "Does that give you the excuse to hump away at daddy's dick, bunny? Not even a kiss, hm? After all that time I spent slaving away, making money for my pet."

His harsh words drew tears from your doe eyes, guilt seeping through your cheeks. You didn't want to be ungrateful, this man gave you a cozy home, a pretty bed, and so much more. He was your savior! But but... "Couldn't help it, you feel so warm and big." You yowled, stupid bunny hips jutting against his swelling dick, tiny paws pulling against the fabric. Just a taste, daddy. Just a little bit, swear.

That's right, you were just a little girl after all. Maybe it was partly König's fault for spoiling you rotten and giving into every one of your desires but how could he say no to his darling's teary doe eyes? He stares at you like a mad man before ripping your night gown in half, much to your dismay. You don't even have time to mourn the flimsy thing as König's burly figure is mounting you, cheeks smooshing against his biceps as he pulls you into a head lock.

Your face is shoved against the pillow, warm spit landing on your tiny slit to lube you up, not that you needed it but König enjoyed how it made your button twitch in surprise.

And you feel so, so exposed like this; his monstrous tip pressing against your hole while his rough thumb circles your puffy clit. He doesn't waste any time, plunging your aching hole with his cock, claiming his prize— and you stop moving altogether, mind numbing pleasure short circuiting your little brain— "Daddy! Daddy!" All you could think of was your owner's cock inside you. "Breed me, breed me."

"Oh, fuck. Been dreaming of this tight pussy." Guttural groans rumble from his chest at your tightness, unable to stop himself from dragging his length and ramming against your gummy walls, each movement causing you to feel each and every vein.

"That's right, my baby bunny only thinks about her daddy's dick. You need daddy to do that for you, don't you, schatzi?" Little girl, you better pray for your heart and your pussy. You wanna act like a slut? Then you're gonna be treated like one." He chuckles darkly, "I'll make all those wet dreams come true, ja? Gotta make up for all the time lost."

I'm finally back 🔙🔙 your resident slut is here to bring you more fics‼️thanks for the ask, bby

[ayu-stuff]

"Ich liebe dich, Mama" (part 1)

A few years ago, traveling with your husband meant enjoying mojitos at the beach, having nice dinners while wearing your sexiest outfits and, of course, endless nights of loud hotel fucking. You'd traveled a lot, you two. Both in your 30s, both childless and having high-wage jobs, it was easy to discover the world. Both of you traveling from Maldives to Greece, from the Bahamas to Italy. That all changed, though, when he met Clara, the German intern at his office... Now your new Mommy. As bratty as any 21-year-old would be, she's made your whole last year a nightmare. A PEGI-3 nightmare, though: infantilizing diaper changes combined with mushy feedings and early bedtimes wearing thick fabric onesies. A dream come true. Or, at least, her dream come true.

And now she'd managed to make him pay for a week in Berlin for the three of you. Just like a little family! They'd been granted some holidays, and you, of course, had given up work on his command months ago. It was difficult losing your 150k salary in exchange for a lifelong sentence to diapers, but you wanted to make Daddy happy so much. And Clara was more than happy to take up the same position you gave up.

Last night, they'd made you drink a whole coffee cup before bed so that your risen anxiety levels forced you to remain awake. This was so you would hear the whole pounding your ex-husband gave her through the night. Now you're still awake, dying from the insomnia and sitting in a stupid baby travel crib the hotel staff had set up on Daddy's demand.

Yesterday, the German receptionist, who was probably in her late teens, nearly died from laughing her ass off when you three checked in. It was clear the childish crib was for the overgrown toddler who was strapped to the stroller, Clara's youngest cousin had just outgrown before the trip. The bulging diapers peeking out from your colorful leggings and your bright pink paci helped her understand the situation. She even gifted you a lollipop! How nice of her.

"Was für ein süßes Baby du bist! Ich bin mir sicher, dass Mama und Papa hier die bestmögliche Lösung für dich gefunden haben, indem sie uns um die schönste Wiege der Welt für ihr kleines Baby gebeten haben. So wirst du später die Erwachsenen nicht stören! [What a cute baby you are! I'm sure that Mommy and Daddy have found the best solution for you by asking us for the prettiest crib on Earth for their little baby. That way, you won't be bothering the grown-ups later!]" She'd told you, giggling while slightly squatting down to talk to you. It was clear to her and everyone else that you hadn't understood a thing. You wanted to cry.

"Awww. Du verstehst micht nicht, oder? [Awww. You can't understand me, right?]", she went on. "Nein, die kann kein Deutsch. Genauso wie jedes Neugeborenes, HAHAHA! [No, she doesn't speak German. Just like every newborn, HAHAHA!]", Clara helped you out. Or at least, you thought she was helping you out... "Die ist wirklich mega süß. Und hast du den Geruch gemerkt? Sie scheint, ein Boom-Boom gemacht zu haben... [She is really super cute. And have you noticed the smell? It seems she made a boom-boom...]", Mommy told her. You blushed so badly when you recognized the word Boom-boom. They were talking about your diapers! "Echt? Macht sie wirklich das? WOW. Wie alt ist sie aber? [No way! Does she really do that?. WOW. But how old is she?]". "Jawohl. Ein komplett geschissenes Baby. Unglaublich peinlich HAHAHA [Of course. A completely shitty baby. Incredibly pathetic HAHAHA]. And tell her, sweetie. She wants to know your age! The real one." Both girls couldn't stop cackling when you said 34. Daddy, who hadn't understood but this, smiled at the realization that they were bullying you in a foreign language, adding playfully that you're still learning to talk like a big girl.

Is any language not foreign for a stupid baby, though?

And that was just the beginning. The baby crib was, indeed, incredibly pathetic. Unglaublich peinlich. They forced you in straightaway for what they knew was the best discipline they could inflict on you: a poopy nap. God, you hated poopy naps. They made you feel just like a fucking newborn. Genauso wie jedes Neugeborenes... And so they left you rot in your mess while they had a romantic Berlin dinner. They told you they'd be so proud of their little baby if you humped your mess while in the crib, but you are a grown-up woman, for God's sake. You had never done that and would never do that!

They were back a few hours later. It was late already, and you were so fucking hungry... You had only been fed some mushed peas in the airport's nursing area, under the ruthless scrutiny of some teen moms who also needed to microwave their infants' bibs. "Unglaublich. Die sieht wie meine Mutter aus, muss aber gefüttert werden wie mein kleiner Jonas hier. [Incredible. This woman could be my mother, but she needs to be fed like my little Jonas here]", you heard one say to herself while taking a toddler to the bathroom. To which your Mommy chimed in, holding your bib: "Tja, ich weiß, es ist ein bisschen weird, guck mal aber ihr Lätzchen! Ist sie nicht die allerhübschte Prinzessin? Ich glaub' schon! Wie alt ist dein Kleiner? Er kann stolz darauf sein, schon potty-trained zu sein, nicht wie Missy hier [Yes, I know, it's somewhat weird... but look at her bib! Is she not the prettiest princess ever? I think so! And how old is your little one? He can be proud to be already potty-trained, not like Missy here...]". Clara was showing her the waistband of your pampers. You couldn't take it anymore. "HAHAHA sorry was??? Die trägt Windeln noch??? Das muss mega peinlich sein. Jonas hier ist 2 Jahre alt und weiß, dass nur Baby Wildeln trägen müssen! [HAHAHA sorry what??? She's still wearing diapers? That has to be utterly pathetic. Jonas here is 2 years old and knows that only babies wear diapers]". They were talking about that fucking tot. It was certain they were comparing both little babies with each other... Fuck off. And just when you tried to reply, she stuffed your mouth with your always so convenient pacifier. Their chat was going to take time, apparently. And it did. The mother shared tips with your mommy on all the ways she took care of her two year old... after all, you just weren't there yet.

Anyway, last night you were hungry as hell when they opened the room door. Both of them clearly love drunk, a little tipsy, and you saw a pack of condoms in his left hand. He was probably squeezing her butt cheek with the left one, but that you couldn't see from the silly crib. And you didn't dare to get up, which was perhaps the perfect proof you belonged there. You could see that she was holding a McDonald's bag along with a big cup of coffee, though.

And here comes your Daddy. "Well, sweetie, how was your afternoon? God, it stinks in here. We'll change you right away, don't worry. But tell us: don't you have a gift for us? We were talking about how delightful it would be to find a nice, big cummy in your poopy diapers. Will we find one? Were you a good girl while we were out? I'm sure you were". Your Mommy was radiant, snickering to your reaction. "W-what, Dada? I-I.... I didn't wantchu! I-I just... fowgot! I'm sowwy!!", you stuttered through your pacifier.

"Well, that's a shame. Guess we'll throw away this Big Mac, then. No grown-up food for stupid toddlers. We'll stick to changing you. Then it's bath time for you and back in your crib. This coffee will make your tummy all rumbly so you'll learn your lesson. Daddies are to be listened to."

You shouted. Kicked. Screamed. The travel crib creaked and Daddy had to lift you up in a rush. After a well deserved spanking and your change -you could feel the utterly humiliating diaper rash all over your butt cheeks-, you behaved like an angel during bath time. After, you didn't even complain when they made you guzzle a full baby bottle of black coffee for dinner. Perfect for your weak stomach.

Back in your childish crib, wearing only your diapers, you were so humbled you didn't even react to Daddy's remarks about your "baby fat". He used to go crazy for your big, juicy udders, whereas now he just sees them as two unenticing balls of fat. "In German, we call that 'Babyspeck', love. That's what she has hanging up there. She's just a big, chubby baby!!! Why would she need sexy tits, like mine?

But now it's beddy byes for you, sweetie. Das Baby braucht Schlaf, sonst wird sie mürrisch... [The baby needs sleep, or she'll get cranky...] Awww. Do you want to learn some German? You were soo cute today, all lost in the big world... Repeat after me. No, don't take out your paci, it'll be cuter this way.

Ich-li-e-be-dich-Ma-ma."

"Ischiebesish, Mamma". You thought at this point you couldn't blush anymore.

"Again. I am Mama, you know? It means 'I love you, Mommy'. And don't you love Mama?? Ich liebe dich, Mama!"

"Ich wiebe wich, Mama!"

"Awwwww", cooed both Mommy and Daddy. "Now try to get some sleep, kiddo. You'll need it".

The morning after...

"Good morning, sweetie. Awww. Still blushing?? Your Daddy really makes me moan, you know... Well, as if you hadn't heard us from down there...".

To be continued...

[twsted-time]

Overblot bois vs dirty songs

How will the overblot bois react to their girlfriend listening (and dancing to dirty songs from her world.

CW: face fucking on Leona’s part. Established relationships. Mention of malleus having two cocks

Riddle:

Song: hips don’t lie

Face turns red immediately

You can’t tell if his embarrassed or angry

Collars you for being immoral (if you are in public)

If not he just scolds you for listening to such things.

Would forbid you to listen to them again.

“W-Why are you listening to something like that!?” He stuttered. “It’s a song from my world.” You whined. “A-Are all songs from your world this… dirty…” he trailed off. You shook your head. “No but there are worse out there.”

Leona

Song:MONTERO

Wonders why you woke him up.

When he sees how you are dancing to the song as well as listening to the lyrics he decides to just watch you.

Till you make a motion to the lyrics “Shot a child in your mouth while I’m riding”

Suddenly you don’t even to get finish the song as you are pushed to your knees with Leona infront of you.

You can barely breathe with the rough pass Leona had set thrusting into your throat. “Hah.. if you wanted to swallow my cum herbivore. You could hav said so. “ he panted out as his hands gripped your hair.

Azul:

Song: Daisy (don’t ask I wanna save some of the others for later)

Is appalled by how vulgar the song starts.

Then is also a bit put off by. How much the song curses.

Till it starts “I’m crazy but you like that. I bite back, daisies on your night stand”

He can’t help but watch how your hips move.

Is very glad you two are the only ones in the vip room

“My pearl must you move like that?” He asked trying not to look up at you by fake focusing on his contracts. You smile and wink at him before just continuing to dance. Managing to catch his gaze every now and then with a huge blush on his face.

Jamil

Song: candy shop

Is horrified at first

But his eyes can’t help but drift to your hips

Kinda realize the lyrics aren’t about candy

Try not to get too sexual with the song.

Right as you bend over hand over your pussy when the female voice goes ‘keep going till you hit the spot’ you feel his hand on your back. “My desert flower… I would very much appreciate it if you didn’t do that. You try to stand up but his hand is pushing on your back. “Jamil…” you could hear him groan a bit. Then you knew you were in for a long night.

Vil

Song: unholy

Shakes his head.

Can’t help but watch you through the mirror of his vanity.

Curses under his breath in German tho mostly can hide how you are effecting him.

Till you drop down and back up hands lifting up your hair. Fluffing up and push out your hips.

You find yourself pinned to his bed. “V-Vil?” You call out his name. “Du bist ein ungezogenes Mädchen... hoffen wir, dass deine Beine halten können” your lover spoke in his native tongue. Your eyes widened as he said. You knew exactly what you were in for that night.

Idia

Song: S&M

He was trying to play his game why must you distract him.

His hair turning pink gave him away to tell you what you wer doing was working.

Had to turn his mic off.

Ultimately ended up losing turning his chair around right on time to see you bent over ass facing him as you slowly begain to rise up.

Idia got up from. Having an unknown burst of what you could could call. Brat taming energy. Suddenly getting knocked off your feet with your usually shy boyfriend on top of you. “Y/N… I hope you are prepared to face the consequences for making me lose that match.” The night was filled with edging and overstimulation. Crying out that it was too much, but him telling you that you could take it.

Malleus

Song: spiritual healing

When he first hears the name he doesn’t think much I’ve it.

When the real song starts he looks confused then he watches your movements.

At “the way she suck my soul I need some spiritual healing.” He watched how your hips moved.

Malleus placed his hands on your hips and you could feel his hard cocks against your thigh. “Child of man. You should know better then to rile me up like that…” Your eye widened. “Safe word?” He asked. “Strawberry” he nodded. “Good” and that was the last thing you remember

[zyonsay]

Parisienne im Mund SKI AGGU

Summary: Shooting the Balla Balla MV!

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Balla Balla' by Ski Aggu

AN: Heya everyone! Finally some Ski Aggu content! I feel like there's such a lack of fics about him, which probably is since he's a german artist who doesnt cater to anyone besides german speakers- At least thats how i imagine it?? Anyways! This was really hard to write cuz in my mind lil bro does NOT speak english, which makes it sooo difficult for me to make him speak english. Idk, maybe im just yapping. Alsooo!! I mostly write male readers but i thought since theres barely any ski aggu fics i‘d give a lil treat to fem aligned people too :)

 Die, die ich date, hat uns Karten für die Oper gekauft Doch ich kann heut nicht, weil ich mich mit meinen Govas besauf' Jemand legt mir eine Peitsche, doch die macht mir nichts aus, Weil ich hab' viele tolle Ranzen wie Scout

A row of dressed up people stood around, waiting for their cue. You were currently doing a favor for your friend from Hamburg, Luca. Recently he made more time for his main passion, filming music videos and social media content. Long story short, his buddy needed a bunch of people for a music video and since you owe him a favor, you gladly came along.

Ja, ich bin ein heißer Atze, ich tanz' bauchfrei im Club Hol' meinen Perso raus, doch nicht, weil ich mich ausweisen muss

The camera panned around the entrance of the club and music filled the room. Just beforehand you were personally introduced to the man in whose music video you’d appear.

“Hey, das ist Y/N. Basically meine rechte Hand.” Luca placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly into him while smiling widely. “Oh hey, danke fürs kommen!”, you blinked for a second, your german was sadly quite rusty. “Oh umm, sorry but my german is absolute shit.”, you pursed your lips shyly. The young guy in front of you smiled. “No problem! I’m Aggu by the way.” He held his hand out to dap you up. You interlinked your own hand with his. “Nice to meet you, love your music.” A genuine smile spread across your lips, which he immediately mirrored. He was known to wear a ski mask, but right now you were glad to be able to look into his blueish grey eyes. Something was drawing you to him, maybe his sharp features, his messy blond hair or the crooked but sweet smile. “Thanks! I’ve heard so much about you from Luca.” You tilted your head, nudging your friend who was still next to you. “Only good things, right?”

The smoke machines were going ham and the air inside the rented club was getting way too hot. Someone had brought along a bubble gun, so colorful glycerin blobs now bobbed through the air and occasionally landed on a person’s head. “Ok, nächster Take in 3, 2, 1!” Luca began filming and just how the instructions earlier had said, everybody started jumping around and dancing, mimicking the nightlife at a club. Music boomed trough a speaker, helping Aggu keep the pace and time his gestures correctly. The lights flashed, you purposely spilled your drink while dancing, the messier it looked, the better. It all began to feel more and more like a fever dream. Aggu had lit a cigarette and was wildly gesturing at the camera while singing to the lyrics, the melody of which flowed through the crowd.

Ich rapp' darüber, was in meinem Leben passiert, Treff' 'ne Granate im Backi, die meine Nägel lackiert, woah, mh Sie sagt mir: „Komm, wir gehen von hier“ Weil der Backstage Arsch ist wie ich später bei ihr.

Next up was a scene at the backstage, Luca had insisted stubbornly that you should play in that scene. Two seats were smushed into a corner and a few things were thrown around to make it look messy. You propped yourself in one of those seats, facing Aggu. He was rapping about something something nail polish, but all you knew is that you had to whisper in his ear for a take. Carefully, you leant closer to him, your back was turned against the camera. His scent was intoxicating, a light hint of smoke lingered on him. Feeling a bit cheeky, you laid your hand on the front of his shoulder, practically resting yourself against him. A slight flush spread across your cheeks at the proximity, you were thankful that the camera wasn’t filming your face.

Aggu leant over the bar and let out an exhausted huff. “Fertig!”, Luca grinned from one ear to another. The takes you had now were pretty damn good and even though it was fun, everybody was happy to finish the video shooting. “You ok?” You spun around on one of the barstools. “Hm?”, he hummed while tiredly lifting his head from where he was resting it, buried in his arms. “Yeah, just tired. But I’m happy with how it turned out.” You nodded lightly, stopping your endless spinning. “C’mon, I’ll sponsor you a Cig.” Even under the ski goggles you could see his eyes light up.

You placed a cigarette between your lips and then held out your pack of Parisiennes to him. The two of you were sat on the step of some stairs at the back entrance of the club, your legs touching. “You got fire?”, a slightly embarrassed look flashed over your face. Somehow you always forgot to bring your lighter – or you lose it by the time you need it. “Mhm.” Aggu hummed. He had taken the ski goggles off and once again you found yourself glancing at his eyes. He expected you to take the lighter into your own hands, but you just held your cigarette in place and leaned in towards him. A few strands of hair loosened and fell into your face. He couldn’t help his breath hitching at the closeness, he could smell your cologne. It smelled like green tea mixed with a minty undertone, or to put it differently, a breath of fresh air. It took Aggu a second to register your movement, but he then reached his lighter forward, holding the flame to the cigarette between your lips. The orange light illuminated your face and made it glow; he was mesmerized. Your eyes fluttered open and you caught him looking at you, a slight smile spread across your lips.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Parisienne im Mund, ich bin ein toller Macker

With a sweet, slightly stupid grin he lit his own cigarette. A light chuckle escaped you, he seemed to fancy you as much as you fancied him. He took a long drag of his cigarette before leaning against your shoulder, the nicotine rush fuzzing up his mind.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Ihr Swag 2010, sie trägt einen Rock mit Brakka

[thefloorisbalaclava]

your love is king [könig x f!reader]

▸pairing: könig x f!reader

▸words: 3,306

▸warnings: porn with some plot, size kink, praise kink, spitting, unprotected sex, switch!könig, some dirty talk, oral sex, talk of killing enemies while fucking, our big boy has STAMINA, he just doesn't stop.

▸summary: you are kind of annoyed when you find out you have to work with a man that calls himself 'king', but soon you find that you can't stop calling him that yourself.

▸a/n: i dunno. i'm horny for the big boy. sue me.

[CoD masterlist]

“You hear about that new fella from KorTac we’re supposed to workin’ with?” Gaz asked as he took a seat beside you in the briefing room. Price stood at the head of the table, looking at paperwork.

“Yeah, I reckon that’s what this little meeting is all about. He’s a great sniper, supposedly,” you said, unconvinced.

“Listen up,” Price finally said. “I’m speaking to you two before König comes in because I know how you can be.”

“König? The man calls himself king?” You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, can’t wait to meet this one.”

“Sergeant,” the captain warned.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“You speak German?” Gaz asked you.

“Not much, but—”

“Would you two focus?” Price huffed. “You two will be nice to our guest, won’t you? Especially you.” He pointed at you. “You’ll be working with him the most.”

“What?” You sat up defiantly. “I’m a sniper. Why do I have to work with another?” you complained.

“You’ll do it because I’m telling you to,” the captain said, and you made a face as Gaz chuckled.

“Good luck with your king,” he teased. You were about to punch him on the arm when the door opened, and Price hushed you both.

A hulk of a man ducked his head to walk through the door, and you were stunned into silence.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” Gaz said beside you.

“Screaming Jesus,” you whispered.

“Gaz, Sergeant, this is König,” Price introduced. Now that you’ve seen his size, you can see why he called himself King.

“You’re a sniper?” you asked. His sheer size would give him away.

“Yes,” he said in accented English.

That was the only thing you could ask him right now. You surveyed him with your eyes. He seemed flustered by all the attention, wringing his hands nervously.

“That’ll be your partner.” The captain nodded to you, and you lifted your hand awkwardly. You were practically gawking at him. You stood slowly and walked over to him, feeling smaller with each step.

“Nice to meet you.” You held your hand out to him, and he took it in a gentle grip. You looked up into his eyes which were also soft.

“The pleasure is mine, ma’am.” He kept shaking your hand until you cleared your throat. “Entschuldige…”

“It’s okay,” you responded, and he looked at you with something akin to wonder in his eyes.

“Sprichst du Deutsch?” he asked.

“Ich spreche nur ein Wenig Deutsch,” you said, holding up your thumb and forefinger to show him how little German you could speak. That little bit of German you spoke seemed to put him at ease.

“I guess I’ll show you around, König,” you offered.

“Yes. Okay.” He waited for you to walk so he could follow.

He was so silent beside you that it was almost scary.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” you asked.

“I don’t want to annoy you or anything, ma’am,” he said softly.

“You won’t, and you don’t have to call me ma’am. Same rank and all. So…have you always been a sniper?” you asked.

“No. Not many people believed I could be.”

“No offense, but it’s easy to see why. I don’t think I’ve seen a sniper as big as you. Hell, I don’t think I’ve seen a man as big as you. Ever.” You blinked up at him.

Could you not let your size kink peek through for just one second?

“My size intimidates people, so it comes in handy,” he told you.

“Well, I think you’re a gentle giant, my friend.”

A gentle giant he was and had stayed—towards you and the others he worked with, at least. He was a beast of a man when it came to enemies and protecting you. You knew the glint in his eyes when you saw it. There were times when even you had to calm him down.

“König, look at me,” you’d say, and he’d focus only on you, his green gaze softening almost immediately. “There you are.”

“You’re hurt,” he said, pointing at the blood dripping from your hand.

“Nothing a few bandages won’t fix.”

“I will fix it,” he offered.

“It’s not a big deal, re—”

“Sit,” he demanded in a gruff voice, and you sat. It was nice to have some quiet after all the shooting you had done earlier. You two were in one of the safe houses now.

“So bossy,” you joked.

“You should know me by now, meine Freundin. I do not like seeing you hurt.” He knelt in front of you. You only smiled and watched how efficiently he moved, his big hands gentler than any you had ever been touched by.

“It’s only a scra—AH!” you yelped as he cleaned the wound with antiseptic.

“Only a scratch, hm?” He tore the bandage open with his teeth, letting out a little growl. You shifted in the chair noticeably.

“Don’t move so much,” he scolded.

“Sorry.”

He was meticulous in his bandaging so that it was neat and kept the wound clean.

“There. You take it easy with that hand,” he told you.

“No promises.” You smiled. “Thanks.”

“Bitte.” He stayed kneeling in front of you.

“What do you look like under there?” you asked, tilting your head and looking into his eyes.

“I am hideous,” he joked.

You giggled. “Or perhaps it’s the opposite. You’re too handsome, so you must hide your face to stop everyone from going mad over your beauty.”

“If beauty made people go mad, you would certainly have to cover your face. For you would drive even the most emotionless of men insane,” he said, and you had never heard anything more romantic in your life.

“König…you’re a romantic,” you said.

“Don’t.” He stood up, and you knew you had made him blush.

“No, really. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Well, I meant it. You are…beautiful.” He walked away and sat down at the small table.

“Do I make you nervous?” you asked without looking at him.

“Nein…well, sometimes.” He was happy you weren’t looking at him. He felt as though he could speak his mind that way. “Only because I have come to like you so much, but I am afraid to act on it because if something happens, then….”

“I like you too, König,” you confessed.

“You’ve never seen my face,” he started.

“I don’t have to see your face to like you.”

“Who’s romantic now?” he joked, and you finally looked at him over your shoulder. “Come.” He beckoned you with his fingers.

“What’s up?”

“Sit here.” He tapped the table in front of him, and you looked at him, confused. “Just do it.”

“Fine.” You hopped up on the table.

“Now, close your eyes.” He waited until he was sure they were closed before taking your wrists and bringing your hands under his sniper hood to his face.

“Now you can see me,” he said, and you nearly cried. You used your fingers to see him—his brow, cheekbones, nose, lips, and a few scars.

“König…”

“What is the verdict? Am I hideous?” he asked.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you said, hoping that word didn’t offend him. His breath hitched, and you almost moved your hands away until he grabbed them and placed a kiss on both palms.

“Thank you for letting me do that,” you said. “For trusting me.”

“I trust you with my life.” You both stared at each other for a moment before he stood too quickly. “I am going to shower,” he told you.

“Um, okay. I’ll do the same. I mean…after you, of course!” You were all flustered over this man.

Your body heated up just hearing the shower come on. You could hear him moving around and knew he was undressing.

“Stop,” you whispered to yourself.

You heard the shower turn off about ten minutes later, and König cleared his throat. Then he was whistling a tune you had never heard before.

You turned away from the hall as the bathroom door opened, but then your head turned slowly, and you were met with the hulking man in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips.

“I’m finished,” he said.

From what you could see, his chest had only a speckling of hair. Then there was his stomach, which was toned but not exactly muscular. It had a happy trail that disappeared under the towel. You wet your lips quickly as you heard a door close and realized he had gone into one of the rooms to dress.

As you showered, you thought back to König and his sheer size—everything about him was big, and you loved that. You told yourself that your hand was only moving between your legs so you could wash yourself, but you still touched yourself there even after you did.

“Fuck,” you whimpered just as König was walking by the door. He knew he should keep walking, but he didn’t. He listened as you got off.

“Yes, König,” you moaned, and his eyes widened. He moved away from the door and walked back into one of the bedrooms.

A few moments later, he heard the shower turn off. He would try to act as normal as possible, but he knew it would be almost as hard as he was right now.

The door opened, and you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your body.

“H-How was it?” he asked.

“It was nice.” You noticed that he changed into a different sort of mask instead of the sniper hood. It looked more comfortable.

You smiled before slipping into the other bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind you, you leaned against it breathing heavily.

You quickly put on something comfortable and stepped back out of the room.

“I’m going to make some tea. Would you like some?” you asked.

“Yes, please.”

He followed you to the small kitchen. There was an awkward silence as you waited to pull the kettle off the stove before it whistled.

“Do you mind grabbing the cups? I think they’re in that cabinet,” you told him, and he stood quickly to help.

“Here?” he asked as he reached over and above you. His shirt pulled up, and you found yourself staring at his happy trail then you looked up at him. He was staring back.

“I-I’ve found them,” he told you.

“Yes.” You swallowed hard.

“Ich will dich,” he gasped.

“You can have me, König…my King.”

He pulled his mask up quickly and kissed you, taking the very breath you just took away. But that was okay because he was breathing life right back into you.

“Finally,” you moaned. “Fucking finally.” You pressed your lips to his, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

“Do you want me as much as I want you?” he asked, cupping your face. You nodded and tried to move in for another kiss, but he held you still. “Tell me.”

“I want you. I want you so bad. Please take me. Right here, right now.” You put your hands on his chest. “And I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“Fuck.” He kissed you hard. “Will you be loud for me?”

“Yes, as long as you’re loud for me.”

“I will shout your name to the high heavens,” he told you.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked as he sat you on the kitchen counter. “I touched myself in the shower thinking of you.”

“I know.”

You were about to ask how he knew, but he tore your shirt open at that moment, revealing your breasts.

“Impatient,” you teased.

“You wear the shirt…with no bra…I could see your nipples right through it.” He stared at your breasts before using his big hands to grab both and push them together. Then his mouth was on them—lips, tongue, teeth, he was using them all on your nipples.

You reached down and slid your hand under the waistband of his pants. You found him hard already, but you knew you could get him harder.

“How are you going to fit, my King?” you asked, and his hips bucked into your hand.

“We will find a way,” he promised. “I will spread you open…make a path just for me.” He pushed you back gently so that you were leaning on your elbows on the counter. He tapped your thigh, and you lifted your hips so he could get your bottoms off.

“I knew it was beautiful,” he said, staring hungrily at your cunt. “It will eat me alive, but not before I taste it.” He fell to his knees and wasted no time getting his tongue on you. He moaned loudly as he slurped and smacked his lips on you greedily, making the most obnoxious but delicious sounds ever.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and pulled until he released it with a pop. You were close already.

“Here.” He held his fingers up to you, and you took them into your mouth as he continued devouring you. “Get them wetter.”

You let your saliva drip down onto the digits, and he groaned against you before pulling them out of your mouth and slipping them into your pussy. He pulled away to watch the push and pull of your pussy on his fingers.

“She is greedy,” he murmured, resting his head on your thigh. “She doesn’t want to let me go.”

“You’re gonna make me cum, König,” you whined.

“I’ve dreamt of hearing those words. Please, let me feel you; let me hear you.”

You held onto his wrist as he pumped his fingers faster, as his thumb rubbed your clit.

“König, König, oh my fucking God!” Your toes curled as you came around his fingers. He grunted and groaned at the feeling. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from you, staring at the slick mess you left on him. He pulled his fingers apart to watch how your juices stretched between them, then reached down to stroke himself with them.

“I need you to spit on it,” he said.

You sat up and looked down. He stopped stroking for a moment, grabbing you by your hair as you gathered the spit in your mouth, then let it drip from your lips, sticking out your tongue to make sure it all came out.

“Braves Mädchen,” he said. Good girl. You leaned back again. “Spread yourself open for me.”

You slid a hand between your legs and used your pointer and middle fingers to spread your lips for him. He groaned before spitting on your pussy and pushing against your entrance.

You bit your lip and moaned, craning your neck to watch him make his way inside you.

“Oh, fuck! You’re stretching me so good.” Your mouth dropped open as he pushed in more and more, his cock disappearing inch by inch.

“I’m not sure I will last long inside of you,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Then fuck me now. Please, my King.”

With those words, he slammed the rest of his way in, and you cried out, one hand against his stomach.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you whimpered.

He let out a growl as he began fiercely pound away at you. He was surprised you were handling him so well. He looked down and nearly came at seeing your pussy taking every inch of him.

“You are mine!” he grunted loudly, pinching a nipple and twisting it.

“Yours!” you cried out. You started to worry that maybe you both were too loud and an enemy would find you. “König, are we too loud?”

“No,” he said before pulling out of you and turning you around. Then he slammed into you from behind. “And even if we are…” he began, stopping to fuck slam his hips against your ass a few times.

“Even if we are….” He turned you toward the door. “…if they come in here, I would still stay buried to the hilt in you as I killed every one of them. Bang! Bang! Bang!” His thrusts matched his words.

That turned you on more than you could imagine. Your back was arched as he held you up to stand as straight as possible while he fucked you from behind. He moved one hand up and around your neck while the other slipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit and pinching it.

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. Your knees gave out as you came, but he held you with strong arms.

He was getting closer. His thrusts became messier, and his hand tightened around your neck.

“Would you like me to cum inside you?” he asked. His thighs were trembling now as if he was holding himself from cumming.

“Yes!”

“Tell me!” he grunted. He punctuated each thrust with a groan that got louder and louder each time.

“Cum inside of me, König.”

“Again,” he growled. “Fuck, fuuuuuuuck…call me…call me your King.”

“Cum inside of me, my King.”

“I will. I will. Right now!” He turned you around quickly and let go of your neck so that you could brace yourself on the kitchen counter. He used both hands to grip your hips, and tears spilled from your eyes.

“Here it comes, Liebe…AHHHHHHHH!” he shouted as he began filling you. He threw his head back and screamed your name to the high heavens like he said he would. He filled you more with each hard thrust.

“Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!” he growled as he completely emptied himself inside you. “I can’t stop…it has been so long…”

“Give me…all of it.” You wiggled your ass on him and pushed back against him, making him hiss. “You’re already leaking out of me,” you said when you looked down at the floor.

He looked down and saw what you meant. It made him throb inside you.

“Not as shy as I thought you were, big boy,” you said, turning your head to kiss him.

After a hot shower, you both were wrapped up in each other in bed. He somehow stayed hard against you but didn’t try anything.

“I want to go again,” he said with a sheepish laugh.

“I can tell.” You pushed him onto his back and straddled him. You licked your hand and stroked him a few times before lowering yourself onto him.

“Fuck! I hope you know you have the loveliest cock ever,” you told him, and he throbbed inside you. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

Someone had a praise kink.

“Is that why you like it when I call you my King?” you asked as you swirled your hips on him. “My King with the perfect cock. Stretching me so good.”

“I-I can’t…ah….”

“You’re so fucking good, König. You make me cum so hard.” You brought a hand up to his neck, and he whimpered. “Mmm.”

You bounced your ass on him, and he held your hips tightly.

“Fuck me,” he moaned. “Fuck your King.”

“You’re gonna get me addicted to fucking this cock,” you told him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Next time, I want it in my mouth….” You leaned in so that you could whisper in his ear. “Down my throat. I want you to make me gag.”

“Don’t stop,” he whined. You had never heard his voice at such a high pitch.

“My good boy. My handsome, beautiful boy.”

His mouth dropped open, and his eyes rolled back as he held you still and came inside you again.

“Mmm, atta boy. Fill my pussy. Make it yours. That’s it.”

Suddenly, he rolled you over, and you yelped before giggling.

“You are too much for me,” he said.

“Am I?”

“No. I didn’t mean it,” he corrected quickly. “You are just enough. I think I have met my match.”

“And I have met mine.”

[deutsche-bahn]

Es ist Januar, ich bin Neunzehn und in den Niederlanden auf irgendeiner Party. In fünf Stunden muss ich bei meinem Nebenjob im Nachbarland sein. Eigentlich kenne ich hier kaum jemanden. Aus extrovertierter Verzweiflung drehe ich mich zu dem Typen neben mir um, der gerade vom Rauchen zurückgekommen ist. "So, what do you do, anyways?" frage ich ihn. Ich weiß selber nicht wonach ich mit der Formulierung gerade genau frage. Seinem Blick nach weiß er es auch nicht. "Well," sagt er und lehnt sich nach vorne, "I work in finance".

Ich habe Fluchtgedanken. Vielleicht sollte ich mich spontan outen um ihn mit dieser rhetorischen Rauchgranate von einem Statement von seinem Beruf abzulenken. Zu spät, er setzt zum reden an. Ich stelle mich mental auf die langweiligsten zehn Minuten meines Lebens ein. "Cool. What sort of finance?" frage ich, aus resignierter, masochistischer Höflichkeit.

"Terrorism financing" antwortet er. Ich reagiere souverän und geistesgegenwärtig mit "Hm??". Bin kurz davon überzeugt dass vor mir der Geldgeber irgendwelcher obskuren Splitterzelle für und/oder gegen holländische Unabhängigkeit sitzt. "No, we're against it" fügt er hinzu. Das Erklärungsniveau, Wir sind dagegen, hat er mir zuliebe scheinbar schon auf Sendung mit der Maus-levels runtergeschraubt. Wie nett von ihm. "So, how about you?". Ich bin gerade gesprächstechnisch außer Gefecht gesetzt und muss kurz verarbeiten, dass es Sachbearbeiter für Terrorismusfinanzierung-oder eben gegen Terrorismusfinanzierung, oder was auch immer man heute im VWL-Studium lernt- gibt. Er sieht mir mit Engelsgeduld zu, während ich ihn gefühlte drei Minuten leicht irritiert anstarre.

Oh, right, er hat mich ja nach meinem Beruf gefragt. Meine Englischkenntnisse verlassen mich augenblicklich, ich komme mir hilfloser vor als in der mündlichen Spanischprüfung in der selbst meine Lehrerin zu lachen anfing. "I, uh, I build signs" erkläre ich. Cool, thrilling, tell me more. Schilder. "It's actually really interesting" füge ich hinzu, mit dem leeren Blick von jemandem der seit dem Mauerfall Druckerpapier verkauft. "Cool, no, really!" er nickt enthusiastisch. Ich möchte mich irgendwie rausreden, das Gespräch ungern so verenden lassen, und versuche, dem irgendwie eine kleine, lustige Anekdote aus meinem Berufsleben anzuhängen: "Yknow, one time my coworkers duct taped me to an office chair and left me outside". Er sieht weder interessiert noch unterhalten aus. Eher unendlich besorgt. Großartig. Hast du toll gemacht, willst du ihm als nächstes erzählen dass deine Kollegen dich nachts an die Heizung ketten? Ich habe ein undefinierbares Gefühl des Scheiterns, keine Ahnung, woran genau, aber ich scheitere gerade definitiv.

Wir werden unterbrochen. thank god. Jemand wirbelt durch den Raum und wirft sich auf den freien Hocker zwischen uns. Es ist das Polykül, im midwest emo style Strickpulli, mit Portweinglas in der Hand. "Glad you two are getting along! What were you talking about, just now?" Der Finanzler und ich wechseln einen Blick. "Terrorism", sage ich. Höfliches Lachen seitens des Finanzlers, schmerzverzerrtes Grimassieren meinerseits. Das Polykül wirkt just happy to be here. Der Finanzler bietet währenddessen Antwortmöglichkeit B an: "He was, ah, telling me a story about his work, actually!". Das Polykül rotiert auf dem Hocker zu mir herum. "Oooh, really?" In mir erwachen die prähistorischen Fluchtinstinkte eines längst ausgestorbenen Homo Habilis, der einen lauernden Säbelzahntiger, oder lächerlicher, einen lauernden Terrorvogel wittert und sich am liebsten auf den nächstbesten Baum retten möchte. Ich überwinde meinen inneren Homo Habilis und grinse. "Are you a good storyteller?" fragt das Polykül. Die Frage hat den Tonfall, mit dem man einen Hund fragt, ob er ein guter Junge ist (nicht, dass ich Erfahrung damit hätte). "I hope so" sage ich. Es ist das erste Mal, dass ich den Finanzler ehrlich lachen höre. Das Polykül ignoriert ihn. "Oh, you're perfect" heißt es. "You like history, and you're a storyteller, if you were more of a man I'd be so into you". Die Aussage wird durch weiteres Herumgefuchtel mit dem Portwein unterstrichen. Ich kippe fast vom Stuhl. Aus der Bluetoothbox klingt "Waterloo" von Abba. Ich beschließe, bei der nächstmöglichen Gelegenheit auf einem Walfangschiff anzuheuern und nie wieder mit irgendjemandem zu reden.

[natriae]

cw// r@pe is insinuate but nothing actual happens , AFAB reader (gets called miss), let me know if i missed anything

[not proof read lol]

The part that stinks about dating a Colonel from a private task force is not knowing how long his deployments are. Sometimes He's only gone for a few weeks, but sometimes, like now, he's been gone for over a year.

No matter how much you hope and pray it get easier it doesn't. You spend every night hoping your loneliness will end, and your large teddy bear will be back, but no. They have him killing people right now. Why does he have to have to be so sweet? Spending all his time killing horrible people.

But what has made this time really bad...

A few months ago a new neighbor moved in across the hall. For about a month the two of you never crossed paths until he caught you in the grocery store.

"Miss, might I just say you look beautiful," a masculine voice states behind you. The sound shocks you out of your stupor of trying to decide which soup can is the best. Turning around there's a relatively tall man standing there with a case of beer by his side. His accent isn't common in wales so it was quite a surpise to hear it.

"thank you sir," you politely say before turning around back to the soups.

However, the man doesn't let up. "I don't mean to bother you, but I would love to take you on a date," he asks politely, but something about him sends the wrong feeling through your body. König always tells you to trust your gut, so you politely decline, but the man just doesn't let up.

"Sir, I have a boyfriend," You respond. Finally, this does the trick. He wishes you a good day and leave you to have your peace and quiet will the wall of soups.

Yet, things don't end there. Just your luck the man, who you learned is from London, is the new neighborhood who moved in across the hall. For the last five months you've dealt with this man sending you flowers, knocking on your door, and worst of all he somehow got your number. You quickly blocked him, but it nothing changed as he quickly noticed and found a new way to contact you.

Which brings us to today. The seasons have changed and the cold air of wales was enough to keep you inside, yet the man's knocking persists.

Opening the door you find a dark scowl on his face. One of his arms rests on the door frame while he leans the rest of his body on it. It's not hard to tell this man has something to say. His head cocks to the side and his eyebrows raise as if to say 'finally'.

"You know if you didn't want to go on a date with me you could have just said that," He starts.

"I did you jus-"

"No, I don't want to hear your excuses," He cuts you off. His whole body moves with exaggeration as if to tell you just how much this has been weighing on him. An attempt to make you feel bad. "I can't believe I thought you actually had a boyfriend," he scoffs, "but nope you're in here all alone...always. You know it would be so easy to just break in here and force myself-"

What the two of you don't notice is the large man quietly stalking his way down the hall. Your harasser is quickly stopped in his tracks when he feels a presence behind him. One that leaves hairs sticking up on his back. The man freezes. His demeanor quickly changing from cockiness to fear. Your heart warms at how your lovely guard dog leaves people's joints tensing just at the sight of him.

His rough austian accent growls out, "eine...zwei..", but the man knows better and quickly leaves. Running to his apartment and clicking his door locked. Leaving you to finally squish your gentle giant.

[mytheoristavenue]

Dude I know you don't have any requests but if you ever feel up to it I would absolutely eat up a continuation of your creature x reader fic...perhaps they slowly fall for each other.

Hes just...he's so sweet and the way you write him makes me feral. I'm definitely going to check out your other works.

This is me letting you know that your target audience had been reached

Normally, I would politely decline or ignore requests, as I just don't enjoy doing them anymore for multiple reasons, but I wanted to address this one specifically. Hopefully this isn't too short!

For the sake of this story, let's pretend that the time between the events of the movie span over a longer period.

LF Creature x Reader - Compost

Summary: Creature helps you out in your garden.

Warnings: mentions of rot, bugs, worms, and dung, creature x reader, bisexual reader, reader has a crush on Lisa, continuation of Mutual Comfort, plot holes, not proofread, spelling/gramatical errors, calling Creature Ein

"You look different today," you noticed allowed, squatted over the flower bed, carefully dropping a marigold from your trowel and covering the roots with soil. "Little more alive."

The man behind you grunted in response, prompting you to glance at him over your shoulder. He seemed to have more color in his face, and his hair seemed less stringy. He lifted a discolored hand, and waved it around as if it were an explaination. You simply shrugged, not understanding the meaning, and went back to what you were doing.

"Regaurdless, I appreciate you helping me." you smiled, standing up and admiring your newly replanted marigolds. Another grunt in responce. "Now I need to mix up the compost pile. Mind pushing that wheel barrow over there?" you aske pointing to the object and then to the destination. Nodding, Creature made his way over.

Once he got behind the wheel barrow, however, he scrunched his face in disgust. "What?" you laughed, slumping your shoulders. "Too good for hard labor? He shook his head, letting go of thehandles and covering his nose. Finally, it clicked for you.

"Oh, come on, you big baby. It doesn't stink tha bad." you rolled your eyes, walking over to simply wheel it over yourself. Seeing you prepared to take matters into your own hands, Creature finally pulled himself up by the bootstraps, taking hold of the handles again and pushing it forward. "Its cow dung, if you were curious," you giggled, following him. "My dad has a friend that owns a far and he hooks me up with free manure for the garden."

Once again, Creature grimaced, turning up his nose. "Hey, Zomboy," you scolded playfully. "Your half rotted flest doesn't smell all that much better." He flashed you a hurt expression coupled with a somber groan, making you back peddle. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

Finally in front of the compost pile, you grabbed a nearby shovel and began to heave the dung onto the top, the smell never once bothering you. When you were finished, you stuck the shovel in the ground and rested a foot on it, hiking your knee up, and glued your hands to your hips, tired from a hard day's work.

"I don't know about you, but I think today is a good day for some lemonade." You sighed, beginning to walk back toward the house, Creature trailing behind you. "You like lemonade?" He nodded when you glanced back, prompting you to smile. "Go ahead and take a seat," you said, motioning to the patio set to his right. "I'll go get us some."

After a few minutes, you returned, slipping out the back door and into the yard, a glass in each hand, but your eyes lit up before you couven step off the patio. You quickly scurried over to set the glasses down, gushing over what he had. It was a lovely little hand picked bouquet, mostly consisting of wildflowers and weeds. In the short time you were gone, Creature had taken it upon himself to currate you a gift. "Ein..." you breathed, taking it from him and examining it. "You did this for me...?" you asked, oblivious to how silly the question was. He nodded with a timid smile, inviting you to sit with him.

After a moment, your heart dropped, realizing what you'd called him by. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry I called you that!" you fretted. "Lisa told me that was the last little bit of your name, I sholdv'e asked if you'd be kay with being called that."

He seemed to wave your worries off, shaking his head, signalling tha he wasn't bothered. He then bowed his head, something that confused you. "So you are okay with me calling you Ein?" He bowed again, and you were unable to keep the grin from spreading across your face. "Okay, Ein it is then. I suppose we couldn't have just called you 'Creature' forever, right?" He shrugged, as if he truly didn't care what his name ended up being. "Regardless, thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful."

The man couldn't help but stare as you admired the little nosegay, noting how eyes eyes lit up when you smiled and your nose scrunched when you laughed. He actually found himself so invested in observing you while sipping his lemonade that he choked a little when your eyes flitted back to him.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" you suddenly jumped up, patting his back as he coughed, hunched over. "Ein? Ein! Are you okay?" you panicked, patting a bit harder, and wondering if the heimlick would even work on a corpse. Luckily, that deemed to be unnessisary as he finally spat up whatever was clogging his airway.There on the table, squirmed a very long, slimy earthworm.

"I-Is...is that a worm?" you grimaced, entirely freaked out as you stared at it, eyes flickering back to his every few seconds. Creature was frozen in place, terrified he'd ruined a lovely moment between the two of you, and slapped his hand over the thing, shaking his head no. "You're telling me I didn't just watch you spit up a worm onto my dad's patio table? You're telling me if I move your hand, there's not gonna be a worm?"

Hesitantly, he shook his head with a nervous smile, resisting as hard as possible when you grabbed his hand to move it. Though you had no time to think about it then, you couldn't help but notice the way the stitches holding his hand on felt under your finger tips- definately an interesting sensation.

Finally, you managed to lift his hand up, still holding it, and proved yourself right, once again staring at the wiggly little thing on the table. With a sigh, and ignoring his protests, you reached down and lifted it into your palm. "Got anymore?"

Creature sheepishly shook his head and got up to follow you as you walked away. "Well, this little guy is going in my compost pile." you decided, pinching the worm out of your palm and setting it on top of the pile. "And if it has any buddies in there, they're welcome to the pile too." you smiled, grabbing his hand again.

"I like you," you confessed with a giggle. "A few little bugs aren't gonna scare me away."

I hope this was along the lines of what you were looking for! Sorry it was so rushed, it probably has a million errors, as my gramarly is suddenly not working!

[whiteskullofroses]

Noch einer!

(Dieter Hellstrom x reader)- slight nsfw

A/N: Man idk, it's 1 am and Dieter is baby girl. I don't support nacizm/any of this man's ideologies. Enjoy!

🍻 Imagine being a Yugoslav Partisan camouflaged as an SS officer, when attending a nazi meeting in the basement you meet Dieter. After a few too many shots you slip up, but luckily he is too busy thinking about you rather than the things you say.🍻

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The room was getting louder and louder with every second running by, yet you didn't budge. At least on the outside, on the inside though, you were on fire. The gun on your belt looked lovelier with every nazi that walked in and sat down at the table you were sitting at.

You couldn't believe that you approved of this "genius" plan The Basterds came up with. No matter how stupid it seemed, there was a possibility it could work and you wanted nothing more than to have these Schwabs out of Europe and sent straight to hell where they belonged.

The SS uniform felt too tight and uncomfortable, you tapped your black boots against the cold cement and silently cursed every officer that came in the basement, however, you decided to busy your mind with something else and stretch your legs. You got up, lit a cigarette in between your middle and pointer finger, and noticed the gramophone hiding behind a wall. Just as you noticed it, it stopped playing. Walking up to the gramophone to restart it, your eyes noticed a figure in the corner.

The yellow light from the candle lit up the left side of his face.

The SS officer was reading a book and drinking beer. The more you stared at him, your mind forgetting about the music, the more attractive he looked. "No, Y/N this isn't right," you said to yourself: "I shouldn't pray on men today, especially nazis."

Without realizing he was staring right back at you until he finally spoke: "Fräulein? Was ist los?" You broke eye contact and didn't reply.

He took a deep breath and closed the book, his hand patting the sit next to him, gesturing for you to sit down.

Your heartbeat quickened, the tension was unbearable and not in a good way.

"Y/N, do not show any compassion to him, his people are killing yours on the lines out there, he doesn't deserve it." Were the only thoughts running through your head the whole time you were slowly walking up to his side.

But for now, you had to be an actress to stay alive. His cologne smelled nice. That was the first remark you truly noticed about him, besides his amazing looks. "Wie heißt du, Liebling?"

"Liebling? Hah," you thought: "what an attempt to get me flustered."

"Erika Shauenberg."

It wasn't your real name, of course.

"Zigarette?" the man asked you, smiling. His smile wasn't bad either, in fact, he was the most perfect man you've ever seen.

"Why does he have to be a piece of shit?"

Your cigarette from before burned up by itself without you even putting it in your mouth. He really got you distracted so much that you forgot to smoke.

Nodding and taking one out of the box you thanked him: "Danke."

With one slick move, he pulled out a lighter and lit it. German cigs tasted different than the Yugoslav ones, but for the time being, they were good enough.

"Oh!" He remembered: "Es tut mir leid, dass ich vergessen habe," putting one in his mouth as well: "mich vorzustellen."

Blowing smoke into thin air: "Major Dieter Hellstrom."

Dieter? What an extraordinary name.

"Erik!" Dieter called out to the waiter as he approached our table. "Scotch, zwei Gläser!"

Grinning, he leaned closer to you and half whispered: "Erik hat eine Flasche Jahre alten Whisky aus dem schottischen Hochland-"

"Would you mind if we continued in English?" You interrupted him: "I was raised in France as a German kid." Tapping your cigarette on a black ashtray: "I never learned proper German because my father, well..."

Think Y/N! Think!

"He was killed in combat and my mother died from the flu when I was only 5 years old." Putting on a sad face you sighed: "I was given to a foster family in France."

"Where?" Dieter wondered.

"Menton."

"Ah, Erik!"

The waiter brought the two of you your drinks and left the scotch bottle on the table. Amazing, this was going to be a long night.

However, in reality, you couldn't complain about being in his company. Yes, he was a nazi, and yes you hated nazis, but damn was he charming.

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1 hour later....

You've never had this much fun in your life. How many shots you drank, how many cigarettes you smoked? You didn't care, and neither did Dieter. He was just as shitfaced as you.

You both laughed at each other's stories from the past.

"Noch einer, Liebling?"

"Ja, bitte!"

As he took your glass to fill it up, you watched the golden liquid splash on the table as the bottle slipped from his hand. You quickly picked it up, slightly touching his hand while leaning over the table to reach it, and laughed out loud.

"You know this reminds me when I lived in Yugo-"

Shit. No no no no no!

"Yugo? What Yugo?" he looked at you, his eyes glassy, gazing upon your face.

You swallowed hard: "Yugo? Yugo! Ah, yes!"

Think Y/n, think!

"Yugo's apartment .."

Good job Y/n

"We dated in highschool."

It was quite impressive how your foggy brain could still have such a wild imagination.

For a second he looked at you and said:

"You're aren't German, are you?"

Silence

You simply started at him and ran over the words he just spoke.

He said it's so effortlessly, his drunk tongue didn't slur one word in that sentence, as if that didn't mean that you were about to die. There was no solution in getting out of this. You do not have any evidence that you in fact were German, nor that you lived in France! Hell you don't even know France that well at all! You were pretty sure these were your last moments alive before his pretty German pistol would shoot you in the head and leave you for the rats feast on.

Suddenly the clock on the stone wall behind you started ticking slower, your heartbeat sped up and your palms got sweaty.

Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

To be continued...

[chackyxyooj]

Attention (Part 2)

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Description: Following a bout of shameless one-sided flirting, the MS boy(s) finally flirts back - drabbles.

Included: Garroth, Zenix, Vylad, Ein

CW: Ein.

AN: Do people like to read Ein X reader? Like, his character is so cruel and obsessive after PDH that he’s basically a mustache twirling villain. So why, one might ask, did I decide to write him? Well… I suppose he seemed like fun to write.

Part 1

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Garroth Ro'Meave

There was a point in Garroth’s life when he could’ve been considered a bit of a flirt. That’s not to say that the boy had casanova levels of one liners, but that he knew just the right thing to say if he wanted to make someone’s heart flutter. He’s since moved past that time in his life; at least he thought he had moved past that point.

“What do you think about these pants?” You ask as you give a small spin, allowing Garroth a better view of your assets. The boy can hardly hold back his gaze as it trails your body. When he finally has enough sense to meet your eyes, Garroth finds that you’re grinning. “It’ll last longer if you take a picture.”

“You um…” Garroth’s mouth hangs open as he attempts to reply but modesty is determined to fail him. Not only through his words, but through his actions. He can hardly stop his eyes from drifting down your body once more.

You shift in place slightly when Garroth doesn’t give a full reply. “Geeze, do they look that bad?” 

“No! That’s not it at-!”

“Garroth.” You say the boy’s name with a playful lit. “I’m only teasing.”

“Huh? O-oh, of course.” The panic that had begun to build quickly subsides when Garroth sees the look on your face. You grin from ear to ear, amused with your own antics. The flurry of emotions earns a dry laugh from Garroth as he turns away from you once again. “They look comfortable, I guess.”

“Just comfortable?” You muse, stepping out past the confines of the changing room and reaching out toward your companion. Garroth finds himself holding his breath as he awaits your next move. He doesn’t want to say or do anything he’ll regret later but the way you lift his gaze to meet yours is making it really difficult not to.

Against his better judgement a comment begins to slip past his lips. By the time he catches himself it’s too late. You stare at the boy with wide eyes.

“Garroth… what does that even mean?” You wonder in genuine confusion. “What does ‘your eyes are beautiful but I bet they’d look better on my bedroom floor’ even imply??”

“I don’t know! It just slipped out!” 

“Garroth, you’re killing me over here!”

“I’m sorry!” If the boy wasn’t blushing before, he was definitely blushing now. Garroth knows very well that what he said was anything but charming, but you laugh.

You laugh and Garroth laughs with you.

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Zenix

“You wouldn’t know what flirting is even if it hit you square between the eyes.”

Zenix frowns at your unwelcome observation. How did a conversation between coworkers about customers suddenly become about flirting? The last thing he needed after handling an irritating customer was to be lectured by you; much less to be lectured about flirting. His pride wouldn’t allow it.

“Not true!” Zenix insists, eyes narrowing on you as you continue making drinks. “Flirting is obvious.”

“And what, exactly, constitutes as flirting?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Zenix rolls his eyes at your question. What counts as flirting was so obvious that even he knew, so why bother asking such a question? “Pick up lines and bold actions. Obviously.”

“Oh my Irene…” You mutter out between short fits of laughter. “You’re not wrong, but you are naive.”

“Naive?! You’re just being an ass!”

“I never said it was a bad thing. Though…” You state. Before Zenix can get another word out you chuckle to yourself. “...your sharp tongue is something else entirely. There are better uses for it.”

You put the drink you made down on the counter before turning your attention over to Zenix. He can’t quite put his finger on it but your demeanour has changed. The smile on your lips now falls just before it reaches your eyes.

You take a step toward the boy and allow your gaze to quickly trail across his body. Before he knows it you’ve closed enough distance that he can clearly smell the sweet scent that clings to your uniform. Still holding his gaze, you slowly reach up and fix the collar of Zenix’s uniform - something you’ve done plenty of times before but somehow feels different from the other times.

“You clean up quite nicely.” You let your hands linger against Zenix’s shoulders. When you don’t get much of a reaction from the boy you tilt your head ever so slightly.

Just beneath the collar of your uniform Zenix catches a glance of colour. Curious, the boy brushes back your hair and leans in to get a better look. To his surprise, this ultimately drives you to jump back.

“What are you doing?!” You exclaim, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

Zenix narrows his eyes at you. “What am I doing? What were you doing?”

You open your mouth to reply but shut it as quickly. After a prolonged silence you finally laugh to yourself and your regular demeanour returns. “It’s just as I thought.”

“What’s ‘just as you thought?’ Was there something on my collar?”

“No.” Your reply comes out gently as you adjust the collar of your own uniform. “By the way, those drinks are for table nine. Be a good boy and take them there for me.”

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Vylad Ro'Meave

“Vylad… I’m bored.” You drag out the vowels of the boy’s name as you lean your back against his. “Entertain me!” 

The boy peeks one of his eyes open to glance at you from over his shoulder.

You return his glance with pleading eyes. “Please?”

“I told you that meditating isn’t for everyone.” Vylad muses. He more or less expected this kind of reaction from you - not because you were a restless sort of person but because you always want attention when you’re with him. The boy can’t help but liken you to a cute, domesticated animal of sorts.

Unsatisfied with his reply you lean further back against Vylad’s back. The sudden pressure causes the boy to shift along his bed. “How much longer are you gonna meditate for?”

“It was supposed to be for fifteen minutes straight but you distracted me.”

“What?!” You gasp. “Fine. I’ll just… entertain myself for a while.”

With a huff you pull yourself off of Vylad’s back and sit up on his bed. Even without looking Vylad can tell that you’ve begun to narrow your gaze. It’s only a matter of time before you try something else.

A few minutes go by and Vylad is surprised that your self-entertainment has nothing to do with your phone, but his surprise doesn’t last long.

“Hey Vylad.” You call the boy’s name in a sing-song kind of way. “What do your parents think about me being alone with you in your room?”

“I’m sure they’re fine with it.”

“Even though we’re being so quiet?”

“Still fine.”

“And the door is closed?”

“Perfectly fine.”

Vylad can hear you laugh to yourself after he gives his final reply. He’d be lying if he said it sounded innocent. In fact, he was almost certain you were about to try something. Whether that was singing at the top of your lungs or rolling off his bed he wasn’t sure. You tend to be unpredictable like that.

What he didn’t expect from you was how close you suddenly decided to get to him.

You lean in close to the boy’s ear, your lips just barely hovering over the skin. Vylad doesn’t give you the reaction you want but you don’t make it easy. He can feel the ghost of a grin against his skin and just knows you’re up to no good.

“Say, what would it take to raise your parent’s alarms?” You whisper in an almost sultry way.

In complete contrast to you, Vylad takes on an indifferent tone and shrugs his shoulders. “Do you want to find out?” Vylad lets his words hang in the air before finally opening his eyes. He was expecting you to be flustered, but not nearly as much as you were.

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Ein

There are a lot of things that can cause Ein’s day to go from bad to worse. Listing and ranking every single thing would be a pain in and of itself, but there is one thing about that list he knows for sure: it’s the fact that you are at the top of it.

And now you’re sitting on the table where his books were supposed to be.

“The hell are you doing here?” Ein spits, his eyes practically tearing through your flesh.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You laugh in that mockingly familiar way, crossing your ankles where you sit. “I’m here to check up on you, sweet little pup.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why?” You ask, a grin beginning to form on your lips. “Would you prefer I call you a bi-”

Ein slams his hands against the table and takes pleasure in the way your body stiffens at the sound. “You keep your mouth shut, human.” He growls and bares his fangs.

“Trying to start a fight, little pup? Because I doubt that’ll go over well with him.” You quip as you flick the tip of Ein’s nose. The action causes the boy to reel back with a scowl. “I know you don’t like it when ‘weak little humans’ give you orders, but surely you’ll make an exception for me.”

“And why the hell do you think I’d do that?”

“Is that really a question you need me to answer?” You laugh a disgustingly confident laugh. It all but makes Ein’s skin crawl. When the boy’s ears begin to lay low and flat against his head you become noticeably amused. “What’s wrong? I thought you loved playing second fiddle to me?”

What little patience Ein has suddenly snaps. In a heartbeat the boy has you trapped between himself and the wall. He knows how much you hate it when he enters your ‘personal space’ or whatever you call it. Judging by the way your breath hitches, Ein knows he’s more than within the bounds of your ‘personal space.’

“Don’t make me put you in your place.” Ein mutters as presses himself between your legs. He allows his teeth to hover over the soft flesh of your neck and revels in the way your body trembles beneath his. “What am I saying… I bet you’d love that. Even now I can feel your heart trembling beneath me.”

“Speak for yourself.” You utter, your voice soft and breathless. “I’m not the one wagging my tail, little pup.”

[20doozers]

★Busy★

TW: cock warming, edging/orgasm denial, handjob, teasing, dom/sub implied, aftercare, m!reader, I think that’s it

You wrote Tokio Hotel’s songs, well you did the main part of forming them into lyrics and translating them. You were up late one night working on some lyrics, finishing up ‘Wir schließen uns ein‘ for the new album. Yet you were pulled out of your thoughts by soft footsteps and bill‘s whiny voice.

“Y/n.. when will you come to bed..?” Bill questioned, stood in the doorway in his pajamas and having a sleepy expression on his face. You knew he’d want cuddles, he was never able to sleep when you weren’t around.

“Soon baby, just let me finish up this song and I’ll be there.” You said, turning your head to look at bill and give him a small smile.

“You can sit with me while I work though.” You added, gently patting your lap. Bill accepted the invitation, crawling into your lap and straddling you, his legs folded on either side of your thighs as his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“Danke..” bill murmured, resting his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath softly puffed against your neck as your arms wrapped around his waist, one hand resting on the small of his back just above the curve of his ass, and the other hand moving to type one handed on your keyboard. Bill always loved sitting with you while you worked, whether straddling you or sitting in the same room or next to you he loved it. He loved spending time with you. Yet occasionally it led a bit farther than just cuddling and a bit of kissing..

Once about 10 minutes passed bill was getting a bit restless and needy, it was just so tempting to tease you..

“Y/n..” bill whined, pressing small kisses to your neck as you worked, wiggling his hips lightly as if trying to make this worse for himself.

“Not right now bill.” You sighed, your hand that was on the keyboard faltering for a moment as you sat there trying to decide.

“Please… I’ll be good I promise..” bill whined, lifting his head to where you couldn’t see the computer screen. You sighed and murmured a small “fine”, letting bill get off of you for a moment so he could take his pajama pants off. You slid down your sweatpants, just enough to free your half hard cock and give it a couple strokes before bill climbed back into your lap. You spat in your hand and lubed up your cock, letting bill line himself up before letting himself sink down on your cock with a small moan. Bill’s chest was now pressed against yours, one of your arms holding him in place and he sat there.

Yet after a little while of him sitting there he tried to move, shifting slightly to try and gain some sort of friction, only earning a harsh swat on the thigh from you.

“Mmh nope, not on my watch bill, you’ve gotta earn it.” Bill just whined, craning his neck to nibble on your neck as your hand gently rubbed the curve of his lower back right above his ass.

“Pleaseee…”

“Just let me finish this first.”

bill whined as you gently pulled his t-shirt off, him now completely naked and exposed while you were still completely clothed as you sat on the your bed, patting your thigh gently for bill to sit.

“C’mere, bill, come sit.” Bill was hesitant but sat down on your right thigh, his back against your chest as he settled against you.

“Was wirst du tun..?” Bill questioned, letting out a small, shaky hiss as you gently took his sore cock into your hand, gently and slowly stroking him up and down, almost as if teasing him.

“Since you can’t be patient, I’m gonna teach you how to be patient.” Bill whined, letting out a small huff like moan as you gently began to stroke his sore member. It had been aching in his pajamas for almost an hour now and it just felt so relieving. You gently kissed his head, letting him lean against you and one hand gently pumped his cock and the other gently rubbed his belly. His hands gripped at the sheets as soft sighs and quiet mewls occasionally fell from his lips.

“Ohh.. oh j-ja..” he moaned, his manicured nails digging into the sheets as his head fell back against your shoulder, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he sighed and swallowed, followed by a small groan.

“A-ah.. zu dicht- so dicht..” Bill whimpered, so close to cumming. Yet he whined in frustration when you stopped, pulling your hand away to rest it on his thigh and gently rub his thigh. He reached a hand down, just barely grazing his balls before being met with a soft scolding.

“Ah, no touching, don’t touch.” You chided softly, watching bill lift his head up to look at you, groaning breathlessly as he tried to catch a breath.

“I- I was so close..”

“Maybe I would’ve kept going if you asked nicely, ‘can I cum?’” You cooed in a teasing tone, watching bill through his head back again.

“C-can I cum please..?” Bill pleaded.

“Well you’re not there, are you?” You teased, bringing a hand down to begin to stroke his cock again at a bit of a faster pace, coaxing moans from bill slowly. His moans got more desperate as he got closer to climax, eventually cumming as waves of ecstasy crashed over his now limp body, your right hand still milking every last drop from his cock as your left hand gently rubbed his stomach.

“See? That was so much better, wasn’t it baby?” You cooed, gently scooping him up in your arms and laying him on the bed. Bill nodded with a small whimper, his chest still heaving as you got up. He whined when you got up.

“S-stay..” you gently shushed him, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go get a washcloth to clean you up sweetheart.” He relaxed at that, letting out a quiet sigh as he watched you leave.

When you returned he was no longer out of breath, his breath slow and steady as the tiredness overtook him. You gently brought he warm washcloth to his thighs, gently washing the streaks of sticky white from the pale skin before unfolding and refolding it to gently clean off his balls before gently wrapping it around his limp cock. He hummed contentedly, letting out a more soft, sweet sounding moan at the warm sensation, bucking his hips to lightly thrust into the cloth. You brought a hand to gently hold down his hips.

“Shh.. just relax bill..” you murmured, leaning down to gently kiss his head before standing back up to go grab some clean pajamas to help him change into. When you got back you helped him put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before gently scooping him up and laying down with him on your chest, the blankets pulled up to cover the both of you and to keep bill warm.

“My sweet boy… you did so well, so so well for me..” you whispered, kissing the top of his head with a small hum, the two of you drifting into a peaceful sleep tangled in eachother’s limbs.

YAYYY! A finished fic that kinda sucks :3 anyway this one has been done since like Thursday because that was the only free time from the craziness of this last week for me😵‍💫 anyway, take care of yourselves guys, love you, mwah💕

Tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @billskeis @tomssexdoll and an honorary mention to @d0wn-in-the-morgue because he wanted to be tagged.

[buns0fst33l]

— sub!König —

-Cod men scenarios-

König x GN Reader

MDNI Suggestive themes

TW: brief mention of injury/warfare

Not proofread, also I used Google Translate

König, who’s secretly a switch but only under very particular circumstances.

Normally, he wants to be in charge. In his head, he wants to be in charge. When he’s with you intimately, he wants to be in charge. But there’s a very particular set of circumstances that have him rolling over to expose a soft underbelly he didn’t know he had.

You have plans to get lunch with him after a three month leave. He comes to you, excited as always. But there’s something about him coming back at the exact moment you’ve finished getting ready to go out that absolutely wrecks him.

Now, he loves you and finds you to be “an enchanting creature”, even when your face is puffy and your complexion is shit and you feel like ass. And he is excited to come home to you and worship your lovely body regardless of what state it’s in. Usually it’s the middle of the night, when you’re in your most natural and comfortable state, which he loves.

But something about this is eating him alive.

You’re wearing your favorite outfit. Your hair is freshly washed, mostly dry but still slightly cool to the touch from the remaining bit of moisture. You’ve just finished lathering yourself in lotions and oils and perfume. The delicate metal of the casual jewelry you’ve chosen compliments your skin tone in the most angelic way, glittering with little reflective shimmers as your body moves around to preen itself.

‘Wie ein Hase,’ (like a bunny) he thinks to himself. The warmth and scent of your shower is still wafting off of your water-softened skin deliciously.

As soon as you notice him, you move so fast it’s funny and bounce your way over to the objectively creepy brute who looks ready to eat you alive. Ugh, the domestic sight of your warm smile and cute bare feet quickly padding over to greet him has his soul fucking melting.

With all the grace of a bull in a china shop, he grabs you, picks you up, and sits on the couch with you straddling him. Both of his massive, too-long arms are wrapped around your torso like pythons and his face is buried in the crook of your neck. He’s shamelessly huffing in deep lungfuls of your scent like an animal, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth noisily. With every breath, he scoots that crooked, handsome nose of his an inch in another direction to get more of your scent. Once he reaches just behind your ear, you squeal and push on his shoulders at the unexpected tickle it causes. His arms are still keeping your body pressed closely to his.

“Hello to you too….Are you having fun?” You tease him lowly, reaching to grab the sides of his face and pry his big head away from your body and into your line of sight. He resists for a second, but then allows it, looking into your eyes with heavy eyelids.

He’s so textbook masculine and somehow adorable at the same time. Those strong, dark brows of his are relaxed and those intense, steel-blue eyes are lidded over even more than usual, droopy and sleepy-looking. The faintest bit of pink dusts over his strong cheek bones and crooked Roman nose. His pretty, thin cupids bow lips are slightly parted and his tongue darts between them briefly as he gives you a slow nod in response to your question. His breathing is quiet, but deep and heavy. A barely-restrained pant.

One of your hands leaves his face to push back the silky black strands of his hair with a gentle but efficient swipe and you can’t help but coo at the way his eyes roll back and flutter shut at your gentle touch. Your hand finds its way back to his jaw right away and you lean in, clicking your tongue lovingly at the pitiful mess he so quickly became.

Oh you have no idea the effect you’re having. All he’s seen for months is ugly, angry, dying and bitter men. Even triumph stunk of unwashed, musty clothes, metal, caked-on sweat, infected stitches, sun-rotted blood stains. And suddenly he has what feels like a newly made doll, crafted by god just for him, finished just in time for his weary soul to lap up like a starved dog. Instead of grime and sweat and oil and god-knows-what-else, his callused fingers greedily smooth over your expanses of clean, delicious, fuckable-smelling flesh.

His palms drag over your sides and back and his fingertips grab at your clothes and drag over your scalp eagerly. You smile softly at the state he’s in and grab his wrists. He allows you to pull his hands off of you, but scoots his hips forward and against your body like he needs to make up for the physical contact you took away.

“Liebling…bitte…” his voice cracks a little. You bite your lip and search his eyes, feeling a power trip wash over you. You grasp it delicately, afraid you’ll accidentally break the spell he’s under if you bring his attention to it.

“What do you need, Kö?” You whisper to him, thumbs stroking his huge forearms you’re holding in front of you. Your hands don’t go around all the way. He is just… allowing you to be in charge of his absolute tank of a body. He is being so mushy for you right now. He bites his lip and whines quietly.

Oh you need to see where this goes. Fuck your lunch date, you can get takeout later.

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