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dinogoofymutated · 7 months ago

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NSFW!nightcrawler/GN!AFAB!reader

This is my fic for mine and @pompeii-for-elephants ' fic exchange!! Hope you like it!!! I know I said I was surprised at myself when I wrote the cable smut, but this??? HOT DAYMN. Also, special thanks to @blue-devil-of-the-lord for their guide on german phrases for Kurt!

TWS: MNDI!!! Very tender Sex, PNV sex, shower handjobs, praise, cowgirl position, Nipple sucking, creampie. Kurt Wagner marry me I'm begging you

You hated goodbyes, but worse than the goodbyes was the waiting. The nail-biting, anxious, unbelievably horrid waiting.

Kurt had been off on a mission with Logan and Rogue for about two weeks. You know it could be worse, understanding that some of these missions can take months at a time, but still. It was hard, being away from him for so long. You worried constantly about how he was, if he was okay, and if he needed anything. The moments where your mind was busy were moments of relief, as when you let your mind wander it always wandered back to him.

You’ve just dismissed your class for the day when Jean psychically gives you confirmation that the group of them would be coming home today, and you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. You’re almost done grading assignments when you hear the jet above the school and practically scramble out of your chair. You hastily turn off the light and close the door, speed-walking down the hallway and then down the stairs to the bottom floor. You’re almost at the steps of the basement when you hear a *Bamf!* from behind you. You practically skid to a stop, whipping around and catching sight of Kurt with an excited smile.

You’re the first to tackle him into a hug. He hisses in a bit of pain, and you quickly try to pull away when you realize that he’s hurting. He’s not having any of it though, keeping you held tightly against his chest as he holds you close.

“Ich habe dich vermisst.” Kurt says, pressing his face into your hair and breathing you in. “I went to your classroom, but it seems that I had been just a tad too late.” You laugh at that, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling away just enough to see his face. His smile is contagious, and you cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing your thumb against a dark bruise that looks to be forming under his cheekbone.

“Sorry to lead you on a chase. How are you feeling?” You ask. Kurt hums, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm.

“Better now that I’ve seen you, Schatz.” You cock an eyebrow at that, and all he does is give you an innocent smile, albeit a tired one. You’re trying to be reasonable here, but god if it wasn't for a wave of cuteness aggression. You catch his lips in a kiss, so very thankful to have him back home. Kurt eagerly returns it, and you’ve certainly forgotten that this is still a school at this point. On cue, there’s a cough from somewhere behind you, and you separate from Kurt, only slightly embarrassed to be caught. It’s Logan, giving the two of you a knowing look and a bit of a smirk as he crosses his arms.

“Sorry to interrupt the reunion, but you’re still needed for the mission report, elf.” Logan says. Kurt winces, and you frown at the thought of being away from him again. But, procedures were in place for a reason. Kurt kisses you on the cheek, taking your hands in his just briefly before he has to leave.

The whole afternoon has gone by with Kurt still caught up with his responsibilities. You’re getting ready for the shower with only a towel wrapped around you when you hear Kurt enter your shared room. He gives you a greeting that sounds tired, and you can’t help but peek out of the bathroom door, spotting sweet Kurt as he sighs and sits on the bed, exhausted. You try not to stare as he begins to take off his suit, but it’s admittedly hard. You frown at seeing his exhaustion, and the dark purple bruises that he reveals as he peels out of the clothing. You think for a moment, but come up with something you decide was more than fair.

“I’ll see you as soon as I can, Ja?” He whispers. You nodd, smiling in a way you hope is rather reassuring. He smiles back, before following Logan back into the basement.

“Hey, Kurt?” You ask sweetly, leaning against the doorway.

“Yes, love?” He asks. He does a double take when he looks up, giving you a tired smile once his surprise wears off.

“Join me?” You add on. His bright smile is all you need as an answer, and he scrambles to get out of the suit faster as you walk back into the bathroom. He teleports behind you as you start the water, dragging you backward into his arms to make you giggle.

“Let me help you with that, Mein Schatz.” Kurt says as he unravels the towel from you. He hangs it on the rack before turning back to you, and you can’t help but get closer to him, holding his face in your hands as you place a kiss on his forehead. His yellow eyes watch you fondly, his hands falling on your hips and his tail swaying happily as you hold him. Your hands stroke his cheekbones, before trailing down to his chest, rubbing your thumbs across his collarbones as you look at the bruises on his chest and abdomen. You frown, trailing a hand to the area to gingerly stroke the skin.

“You let Hank check you out?” You ask. Kurt nods, taking your hand in his own and pressing it over his heart.

“Alles ist gut, Don’t worry for me, Liebchen. I’ll heal soon enough.” He says, and you sigh at him, giving him a concerned look. Kurt had always been a defender and protector, and yet he still brushed off his aches and pains. Even now he stands here, telling you not to worry. He gives you a sheepish smile, brushing a hand through your hair soothingly.

“It’s wash night. Let me wash your hair for you?” He asks. You smile, but shake your head before pulling him to the shower.

“I was hoping I could take care of you tonight.” You say. Kurt simply chuckles in response, following you into the warm stream of water. You start by washing his hair, being careful around his ears and eyes when you rinse. Kurt has no complaints as you lavish him with attention, almost purring as you wash him and cover him in suds. You turn him around to wash his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before continuing. You can’t help but be a little cheeky, hands trailing down south, teasing the skin around his hipbones before sliding back to grab a handful of his ass. Kurt jumps a little but only laughs, his tail swatting your hands away.

“Cheeky.” He remarks, and you can tell he’s smiling. You let out a small “Can you blame me?” before your hands travel back around his front. You kiss the back of his neck sweetly as your hands wander up and down his abdomen. Kurt sighs as he leans back into you, relaxing in your arms.

Your hands begin to wander, trailing down to his cock as you just barely brush your fingers along his length. Kurt gasps, tail curling around one of your thighs as his head leans back.

“Schatz…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” You whisper into his ear, hands moving to his thighs, tracing the sensitive skin. “I know you’re tired, so just… let me know.”

“No... no. Please, continue.” He begs, the tip of his tail swaying idly between your thighs. You kiss the skin below his ear as you begin to caress him again, gently stroking him to hardness amongst the soapy suds. His gasps and choked moans are lighting a fire inside of you as you stoke the one in him. You nip and suck on the sensitive skin of his ear, addicted to the feeling of him against you, and the sounds he makes in your hold.

He lets out a curse as you thumb the head of his cock, collecting a bead of precum as you stroke it back down his shaft. Your other hand drifts a bit lower, teasing his balls before you give them a gentle squeeze. Kurt lets out a little “-ah!” and a whine as you build him closer and closer to the finish line. His cock twitches in your hands, his breath coming in shaky pants. His hands reach back for your thighs, clenching and unclenching as he reaches closer to his peak. You pick up the pace of your strokes, and he lets out a loud whine when he cums. You stroke and kiss him through it, sucking a hickey into his skin as his hips thrust and legs shake. His cum coats your fingers when you’re finished, sticky and creamy in consistency.

“Feel better?” You ask. Kurt chuckles in response, taking one of your hands in his own, still coated in his cum. He kisses it before ducking it into the stream of water, cleaning your hands off before he turns around and kisses you. His tail wraps around your waist as he draws you as close as possible, only letting you go once he's had his fill.

“Let me have you,” He whispers. “Please.” You're breathless at the words, biting your lip as you think it over. You kiss him again, and then a second time for good measure.

“I don't want you to strain yourself. You've had a long day.” You tell him. Kurt pouts at you. His tail tightens slightly around your waist. You sigh with a smile at the look he gives you, his eyes half-lidded and needy.

“Okay, but I just want you to lay back and relax, alright? Let me do the work.” Your palms are set on his pecs, slowly sliding up and down the area. “Let me take care of you for a change.” You whisper. Kurt smiles at you, his tail unwrapping from your waist as he backs you up to the wall of the shower. He's got you cornered into the wall, and he brings a hand up, shutting off the water after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“As you wish.” He says.

It's hard to keep up with what's happening between the shower and the bed, but once his back hits the sheets, you're engulfing him in love and praise, thankful to have him home and happy to serve him pleasure on a silver platter.

“You're so pretty, Kurt.” You hum, actively kissing across his fuzzy abs, a hand tracing the soft hair of his happy trail as you pay extra attention to the deep bruises he came home with. Kurt’s chest heaves, his hands clenching the pillow at his head as you lavish him in attention. The sight of him was stunning. Deep blue skin and pretty black curls… Kurt gasps underneath you as you drag your teeth bluntly across his nipple, and you can't help but smile at the sound. He's rock hard underneath you, flushed a pretty purple at his tip as his cock stands at attention. You don't let him stay painfully hard, stroking him slowly to scratch that itch he so desperately deserves to have scratched.

One of his hands unclenches from the pillow as you start to press kisses to his cock, teasing and licking the skin. The limb flexes by his hip, and you take the invitation to lace his fingers between your own. It was a bit awkward to figure out when the two of you first started dating, but there was no mountain you weren't willing to climb if it meant returning the love he gave you in such abundance. You know he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed. You stroke him a few final times, kissing the sensitive head of his cock and sucking it into your mouth as one last effort to hear him whine before you’re straddling him.

You grind your wet folds against his cock, perhaps a little more sensitive than usual. Kurt's lost in a world of pleasure, desperately trying to keep his eyes open to watch you. You're absolutely soaked, already feeling like you could take him in entirely, but you continue to grind against him, spreading your slick across his shaft to make sure that there won't be any struggle on either end. His other hand comes down to rest on your hip, kneading the skin as you move. You squeeze your intertwined hands, resting your free one on top of the one he's placed on your hip.

“I love your hands, you know that?” You murmur. Kurt responds with a moan as his hips jerk up, moving against yours. “-and your arms, your tail, and fuzz and- a-ah…” You bite your lip as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You're beginning to get impatient, even though you were the one who chose this pace in the first place. He just felt so good and warm against you- hitting all the right spots without even being inside you yet.

“Please, love, let me- hng… I enjoy your words, and your praise, but perhaps too much. Spare me, please.” Kurt breathes. His grip on your hip has gotten rather tight, his tail winding around your thigh once again, like he does when he doesn't quite know what to do with it. He's waiting for you, you realize, and you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly.

Instead, you do exactly what he asks for, and spare him. The head of his cock notches against your slit before he slides in without any effort, settling in comfortably for the both of you. Both of your moans greet the air at the action, surprised at the utter lack of resistance. You'd think that you'd have to be well prepared for this kind of thing, but no, seems that all you needed was Kurt.

“That was… You feel…” Kurt’s struggling to get the words across, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure. You're trying your hardest not to balance yourself by leaning on him as you begin to slowly work your hips.

“Believe- me, you did most of the -ah- work, handsome.” You say breathlessly. Kurt’s yellow eyes flicker open as you start moving earnestly, watching you ride him with conviction. Both of you moan when he happens to hit that spongy spot inside of you that feels so good.

“Danke, danke… Love- ah, fuck!” Kurt moans, his voice coming out breathlessly toward the end of his sentence. He doesn't curse like that very often, and it makes a flicker of heat light you up from the inside.

“So good Kurt, you feel so good.” You gasp, each bounce of your hips causing his cock to stroke your insides just right. His hand on your hip begins to move up to your waist before it goes further to just barely brush against your sensitive nipples. You gasp again at the feeling, letting out an almost embarrassing moan.

You're caught by surprise as Kurt is sitting up, letting go of your other hand to push you against him. He leans forward, his tail now flicking excitedly behind him as he sucks and nips at the skin of your chest. You rest your hands against his shoulders as you pick up the pace of your hips, addicted to the feeling of Kurt’s hums and moans as he sucks on your nipples.

“I’m…I'm close-” Kurt barely separates from your body to say the words, his hands clenching against you has he begins to tense and twitch.

“Ye-Yeah?” You ask, one hand tangling itself in his still-damp hair. “Okay, handsome- ah- I've got you.” You can feel him begin to twitch inside of you, each and every movement bringing both of you to your peaks. Kurt lets go of your chest as he kisses his way up to your mouth, catching you in an urgent and passionate kiss.

“Cum for me, please.” You say in between his kisses. He simply moans in response as your hips begin to falter, a telltale sign that you're about to reach that sweet, sweet pleasure.

Kurt cums first, tensing and shaking underneath you as spurts of his cum warm your insides. He brings a thumb to your clit to help you meet your own orgasm as you work him through his. Stars flash in your eyes as you hit that peak of pleasure, grinding against him, once, twice, three more times before you collapse against his chest. Kurt chuckles contently beneath you, rubbing your back and kissing the parts of you he can reach as you rest against him.

“You okay?” You ask the moment you're back down to earth again. “I didn't hurt you in any way, did I?” Kurt shakes his head at you, leaning back to look you in the eyes.

“No, not at all, Liebling.” He says fondly. “I'm not sure you could if you tried.” You can't help but smile at that, sighing into him as you rest against his chest. It feels good to have him back. He slips out of you before he lays both of you back down against the cushions, where you take your chance to pepper his face with kisses.

“Ich liebe dich.” He says softly. “So much. Much more than you know.”

“I love you more.”

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imsilay · 1 year ago

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SOAR pt.2

NSFW +18 MDNI cw: smut, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, fem!reader, König is a fucking delusional, noncon, Stockholm Syndrome. (idk guys it’s more romantic? than i wanted it to be lmao) (and another warning that this chapter might feel different from the first chapter. just saying :> )

word count: 1.7k

summary: Your sweet captor König fucking you after coming back to home from a long mission.

art cr: yashk_pucyet on twt

König was a man of stamina. He made sure you knew it in the first months that he kidnapped you. And after he came back from deployments, he would make sure you knew he wasn’t a man to be satisfied with just one round. He was your husband after all. He should show his wife that he’s the only one that she needed, that was what he was thinking when he pulled you up by your calves and put them onto his shoulders as he pushed his thick cock into your perfect pussy. His perfect pussy. You were his wife so he had all the right to claim you as his. All of you. All of his. “Ich habe das so sehr vermisst.” (I missed this so much.) he grunted as his hips continued its overwhelming pace.

The way your eyes rolled back and walls clenched tightly around his shaft made him bite onto his lower lip so he wouldn’t let out the moan that was threatening to slip away from his lips. “So fucking cute, Maus.” he cooed when you let out the most beautiful moans and whimpers. The sound of your begging and pleading like ‘stop’, ’s too much’, ‘can’t take it’ fall on deaf ears. All he could hear was the lewd sounds of your dripping cunt. And the way your pussy milked him was enough to convince him to continue. But of course he was still sweet enough to draw tight circles on your clit when he felt you get closer to your orgasm. He brought one if his hands down between your thighs as the other kept your legs on his shoulders. “Let go f’me, Maus. It feels good isn’t it? As much as you try to deny it you missed this cock more than me. Did i made you addicted to this cock? Such a slutty wife. My slutty wife.” and of course he was mean. His degrading words went straight to your pussy. The pleasure, the way he stretched your poor pussy, the way his tip hit your most delicious spots were too overwhelming. You felt like the world’s spinning when he bit the soft skin of your calves. He quickly kissed and licked the new mark which found it’s place among the others. With one hard thrust his tip kissed your cervix and made your vision go white when you cum around his thick cock. Your thighs trembled and you let out a soft cry as you cum. “Scheiße.” He hissed. Pussy squeezing him so tight, milking and begging for his cum. Who he was to not give it to his sweet girl. His beautiful wife. “Gonna cum in you süßes Mädchen.” he purred as the movement of his hips became more desperate. The thought of cumming inside your greedy cunt, claiming you with his cum deep inside your cunt, brought him to the edge. So he finished deep inside you, painting your walls with his seeds. Just like how he did when you ride him. The relief and contentment he felt afterwards was something else. Something that made him feel like a caveman. A man who behaves primitive and rough. “I’m sorry, Maus.” he cooed when he finally noticed your tear stained face. He turned his head to side and closed his eyes when he pressed his lips onto the skin of your legs. “Are you mad at me?” he mumbled softly with all his innocence. He pulled his cock out and collapsed on top of you, so you couldn’t look away from him or try to leave his side. “Look at me, Maus. Du gehst nirgendwohin.” (You’re not going anywhere.) his lengthy and calloused fingers found your chin to make you look into his eyes. He hated when you got upset with him. His heart ached and anxiety engulfed his brain whenever you avoided him. It wasn’t like you could ever leave him. Oh he wouldn’t let you. He just needed you so much. His need and desperation for you never ended.

In the other hand, there you were, so sore from his harshness and endless desire for you. You felt like crying again as he softly let go of your chin, deciding that he was already too harsh on you today, and buried his head into your neck. He was heavy. God he was like 130 kilograms and he was crushing your poor delicate body into mattress. Not that he cared if you were uncomfortable. He just wanted to soothe you with the way he thought would work. His actions were confusing you, making you doubt yourself whenever he got so tender and soft with you. Like now. He was nuzzling and murmuring into your neck, kissing and licking the soft skin, breathing in your addictive scent and marking you by sucking bruises onto your throat… He was melted onto your body, like he didn’t fucked you senseless a minute ago. “Was i too rough again?” he finally spoke again, making you sob and nod quietly. All the overwhelming feelings finally getting to you. “Aww poor baby. That was why i wanted you to ride me.” Yeah, like you had had the energy for it after doing it once already. König knew he was hard in bed. Brutal even. He knew if he had his hands on you he would manhandle you into every position he wanted and he wouldn’t think if it hurt you. You see, he was a soldier, he didn’t knew how to be soft. He didn’t knew how to calm down people. When he had his cock in you and you weren’t on top of him -in control- he would only think the ways to go deeper inside your welcoming warmth. Like the caveman he felt. “I will make it up to you, Meine Königin. How about a hot bath?” he suggested as his fingers dug into your messy hair and started to caress it tenderly. Even if he was tired from the work he still wanted to keep his beautiful wife content and happy. You wanted to deny him, to push him of off your sore body and curse at him. Maybe you could hit him across the face if you had the energy. But all you could do was give him another tiny nod. “That’s my beautiful wife.” he smiled so brightly like you just gave him the world. Despite keeping you forcefully in his home, in his bed, in his arms, you couldn’t deny the trust he imbued into your mind.

His large arms wrapped around your body after he pressed a last lingering kiss on your neck. He gently lifted you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist. Once he was sure you were secured in his strong arms he got up from bed and carried you to the tub that he soon filled with warm water and some essences you like. Once everything was done he pulled your back against his chest and you couldn’t help but put your head back on his chest. “Enjoying yourself, Maus?” he chuckled lightly as you closed your eyes with a humm. The way his strong arms wrapped around you and his fingers massaged your sore muscles relaxed you further. “Feels good.” you mumbled, your voice just above whisper and he noted the way you sigh softly when his fingers brushed against the fresh marks on your thighs. You didn’t even wanted to open your eyes, you just wanted to enjoy how his fingers worked on your sore muscles and forget that it was your kidnapper who was holding you firmly against his body. Maybe, just maybe if you forgot that fact, living with him wouldn’t be that bad. And of course you had to bare with him claiming you as his wife and wanting you to call him your husband all the time. Yeah, that was annoying. But in total it wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t that bad. And maybe he was right when he told you that you didn’t needed anyone but him. He could provide for you, he could show affection and he wasn’t afraid to voice his love for you in every given chance. Unlike the men outside. Yeah, maybe if you just play with his rules you could be happier. He loved you after all. You were his little wife. And he was your husband. “What are you thinking?” he pressed a kiss on your temple when he saw your expression. What could you be thinking so hard? He had to know. He wanted to be inside your head constantly. When you didn’t answer, his mind starts to wonder. Why you weren’t answering him? Were you thinking of escaping again? Even after he fucked you this good and taking care of you? “Answer me.” his tone goes darker with the seconds you waste. His fingers squeezing your plush thighs unconsciously. “I- i was just thinking-“ a small cry left your lips when you flinched with the pain on your thighs. And of course he noticed. Like he noticed everything about you. So he let his grip loosen to let you speak. “I think i love you.” you said and felt his whole body tense behind your back. His whole body went stiff like he received a bullet into his chest. And it felt like it. He felt like his heart exploded and replaced with another one so it could beat this fast. You turned towards him to see his expression but what you saw got you more worried. His eyes were fixated on the wall of the bathroom and his mouth was agape. He looked like he was in a trance. “König?” you called his name but he just remained still. So you did the thing you wanted to do for a while and kissed him. He let out a small gasp but it short lived when he immediately grabbed you by the back of your neck and kept your head still so you couldn’t get away from his grip. Oh no, not anymore when he finally, truly got you. A low moan, more like a growl, left his lips when he finally had a taste of your delicious looking lips. Oh god it was like heaven. You were like heaven and now he couldn’t get enough of you. His hungry mouth captured yours with a desperate kiss. His used his free hand to press onto your chin to explore your mouth further. He was desperate for the new taste he got and he was determined to savor it until his last breath. You were his and he had to claim it with his kiss. There was no going back after giving him your delicious lips.

“Now that you kissed me, you can’t leave me anymore.”

a/n: please support me by reblogging, if you liked the content ofc <3 your comments also makes my day :* and i try to reply all of them :>

i just love this fic sm. i can’t get enough. a small chapter to thank you guys for:

THIS. ~(≧▽≦)/~ I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU GUYS ARE MY DELULU BBGS <3

and can someone tell me why i love writing König while listening to Rammstein

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pelova4president · 1 year ago

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My muses

Laura Freigang x Sydney Lohmann x Reader

summary~ In which you fall for two German girls that are in a relationship with eachother. They’ve had their eye on you for a little while now and decide to make a move now you’re working with their national team.

Syd and Laura are bestfriends, everyone knew that. They roomed, sat and did basically everything together. They played for different clubs but that didn’t matter, they got to see eachother more than enough.

What most people didn’t know is that they are a little more than friends, girlfriends to be exact. They didn’t really try to keep it private but everyone just thought that they were good friends since they had always been like this.

When you moved from the Netherlands to Germany it felt like a big change, you were only twenty and, ofcourse you knew a few words and sentences but that was it. German sounds a bit like Dutch but it was still hard to understand all of the difficult business words, especially when they were talking so fast.

You’ve been a sports photographer for about three years now. It began with your love for women’s football. Watching your childhood club Ajax play week in week out, you wanted to capture it. After you realised your phone camera wouldn’t do the job anymore you bought a real professional camera, it had cost you a fortune and you had to work extra hours at the cafe you served at. But honestly, it was the best decision you’ve ever made. You tried to capture moments from your seat in the stands but that was hard when the bald men in the seats in front of you stood up at every exciting pass.

Eventually, you mustered up enough courage and mailed Ajax, asking them to get access to the field to photograph the players in action. A few days later you got a response back saying that they’d like that.

After capturing many more games you signed a contract with the club, not as a player but that didn’t matter.

That’s how you got here, signing a contract with the German women’s football team as media manager and photographer. You’ve photographed some of the players because some of the girls had played against Ajax. But this was all still very new to you, working in Germany and also managing the socials.

They also didn’t really bother to introduce you to the girls, you just had to start. Or well, that’s what you understood anyway.

The start of your new era began rather hectic. The German girls were going to Italy and Portugal for some friendlies. They would play against Iceland and England to prepare for the World Cup.

You were staying in the same hotel as the team and at dinner time you eventually met some of them. Sitting alone, Laura approached you.

“Hey, ich bin Laura, ich glaube, ich habe dich schon einmal gesehen.” (Hey, i’m Laura, i think i’ve seen you before.) she introduces herself. “Ich bin y/n, but uhh i don’t speak that much German. I’m the new media manager.” you say awkwardly. Why are you like this all of a sudden. “Oh sorry, i didn’t know but you’ve got an accent. Where are you from?” Laura asks you.

You tell her about your little journey, working for Ajax and photographing. Laura sits down at your empty table and you fall into a nice conversation. She apparently remembered you from a game she played against Ajax a few months ago.

Laura was telling you about her love for photography when a certain midfielder came crashing the conversation. “Laura, warum hast du mir diese Schönheit nicht vorgestellt?” (Laura why didn’t you introduce me to this beauty?) the girl said. Laura rolled her eyes at her, “Syd this is y/n, our new media manager and sports photographer, y/n this is Sydney my idiot girlfriend.” Laura explained.

You didn’t even know the girl but to say you were disappointed that she was taken was an understatement. You really clicked and thought that she was even flirting a little bit with you but you were just imagining things apparently.

Syd sat down on the chair on the other side of you and began to ask you things too. But she had other questions in mind. “So, do you have a girlfriend.. or boyfriend?” the midfielder asked you shamelessly. “Uh no, i don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.” you said with a red face trying to look anywhere but at the couple. The two German girls smirked to eachother and continued to pester you with questions.

The next day Laura and Sydney wanted to take you out for the day since they had the afternoon and evening off. Laura had promised you some beautiful views and good food so you couldn’t resist a night out with the two girls.

You dressed up and had done your makeup and hair. The two girls knocked on your door and when you opened it you saw both of the girls looking you up and down. Sydney licked her lips and greeted you, “Du siehst echt gut aus” (You look really good) and Laura did the same, “Du siehst so schön aus.” (You look very pretty).

They walked you to the black BMW they had rented and Sydney opened the car door for you. Laura sat in the drivers seat and Sydney in the passenger’s. Sydney connected her phone and r&b played on the background of your lighthearted conversation. At some point in the conversation they stopped talking English and switched to German.

“Sie sieht gut aus.” (She looks good) Laura said looking in her little mirror. Syd hummed, “Sie ist sehr schön. Glaubst du, sie mag uns?” (She’s very pretty. Do you think she likes us?). You were looking out of the window, listening to Frank Ocean when you heard Laura speak English again. “I think so, i guess we’ll have to find out.” and with that she parked the car and opened your door.

They took you to a very nice restaurant, the vibe was good and the food and company was even better. They kept flirting with you and now it wasn’t just Laura when she was alone with you, they both were and they both seemed to be okay with it too.

“What got you into sports photography?” Sydney asked you. “Well, i wanted to capture the moments and you know, the women.” you laughed, your face heating up. The couple laughed at your answer and Laura spoke again, “I get it, i’m surprised none of my teammates made a move on you yet, you’re a pretty girl.”. You were surprised but flattered by her words. “Oh thank you, the both of you look really good too.” you complimented them.

“Sie ist niedlich.” (She’s cute) Laura said to her girlfriend. The brunette gave her teammate a smile and looked at you again. “Yeah, you think so, liebling?” Sydney asked you, trying to get more out of you. “Yeah- well i mean you know, you’re both really attractive and sweet and stuff.” you rambled and they let you. Both of the girls giggled at your rambling, finding it quite cute how you got flustered so easily.

The night ended after some more teasing and a nice dessert. They walked you to your door and told you that they enjoyed their evening with you and how they’d love to do something like this again sometime. Sydney kissed you goodnight on your forehead while Laura kissed you on the corner of your lips. You wondered of she did that on purpose or if she did it by mistake.

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You traveled to Italy with the team and arrived in the evening. When you stepped out of the travel bus Sydney approached you. “We’re going to the beach with the team, do you want to join us?” she asked you calmly. You accepted her offer and walked to the beach together.

Syd told you about the time she went to Rome with Laura and how they got lost and nobody understood them because of their German accent. It was so funny that your stomach hurt from all the laughing. “Syd! Stop, my stomach!” you giggled. “Okay, okay i’ll stop.” Sydney hugged you from behind, her hands on your stomach. “Better now?” she asked you, you could feel her little smirk. “Yeah, all better.” you hummed leaning into her.

Sydney took your hand in hers and with your fingers intertwined you arrived at the beach. Apparently there were boats for rent and you couldn’t resist, floating on the water at sunset, that’s a dream. Laura saw the two of you get on the boat and joined, not wanting to miss out on more quality time.

The three of you sat at the front of the boat, looking at the sun disappearing into the sea. “I’ve had my eye on you for a little while now.” Laura suddenly says. You’re a bit shocked and your first reaction is to look in the direction of her girlfriend who laughs at your motion. “We’ve had our eye on you.” Syd corrects her girlfriend. Now you’re even more lost.

Not knowing where to look you look into the distance. “What do you mean?” you ask just above a whisper. “We both like you, romantically.” Laura says for the both of them. You look up and Laura is staring at you expecting some kind of reaction. You look at Syd and she nods assuringly.

Laura took your face into her hands and leaned in for a kiss. Your lips met hers. You’ve wanted this for longer than you’d like to admit. Your kiss with Laura was hungry but sweet. When you disconnected your lips Sydney saw that as her chance. The kiss with the midfielder was a little more rough and longer.

Laura saw the state of you and couldn’t help but smirk at your swollen lips and messy hair. “I’ll take that as a ‘i like you too’.” Sydney said giggling and pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks reddened and you nodded furiously. The girlfriends laughed at that and Laura kissed you on your red cheek.

laurafreigang posted on their story

The next few days you photographed the girls at training, made content, went on little outings with the team and you even got to steal a few kisses here and there. Sydney and Laura were absolutely wonderful and amazing models, both of them are pretty, beautiful, sexy, everything honestly. You liked taking pictures of them, especially when they weren’t looking or after a game they’d won. But all three of you knew that after this camp you’d probably see eachother again at the preparations for the World Cup and that was weeks away.

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You were going from club to club in the break since you still needed to get some work done. Syd and Laura texted and called you a few times and they had a few dates planned between the camps. It was nice, they were absolutely perfect. You loved them.

The time flew by and the team had to get ready for the World Cup. You knew how much this meant to all of the girls. For some it was their first and for others just another. There was so much pressure on them, their nation was a winning one and everyone knew it, you could feel it. Germany was in it to win.

The team ended on top of their group and won all the other games in the knockouts. Fighting for every goal they got into the final. The final against England, the nation they lost the Euros title to. They wanted payback.

When you arrived at the stadium it felt like a dream. The atmosphere in the stadium was magic, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Fans from all over the world eager to watch the rematch of the Euros final. As the match continued, it became clear that it would be a battle till the very end.

With the score tied at 1-1, it got hard to watch the game. The seconds were flying by, and both teams were pushing themselves to their absolute limit. Lohmann, your midfield maestro, got past Keira Walsh and Georgia Stanway. Spotting an opening, she passed a perfectly calculated ball to Freigang, your quick forward.

Laura, known for her fast pace and clinical finishing, sprinted towards the goal. Millie Bright tried to tackle Freigang but just couldn’t get to her. With adrenaline running through her, she released her shot in the top bins. The stadium erupted as Germany took the lead in the dying minutes of the game.

Sydney flew into Laura’s arms, but Laura was searching for you. She knew you were there, capturing every moment through your lens. With one of her cocky smirks, she made her way towards you, with the high of scoring such and important goal she leaned in, planting a kiss on the camera lens. Her eyes meeting yours as she playfully winks at the camera.

The game didn’t last much longer. The extra time was over and the German girls ran towards eachother while the English girls sunk to the ground.

Your two footballers hugged eachother and you captured the moment. Nothing could top this moment you thought, atleast not for now.

The girls came running towards you and included you in their hug. “Saw what i did there?” Laura whispered in your ear. You laughed, “Yeah, couldn’t really miss it eh?”. The goalscorer poked you in your side and Sydney laughed at the two of you.

Things went really fast from that moment on, Syd and Laura asked you to be their girlfriend and you said yes ofcourse. You signed a contract with Bayern for when you weren’t working for the National team. That made it possible for you to see Syd almost everyday. As promised you had a date night atleast once a week with your girlfriends and Laura announced her signing. Both of your girlfriends were playing for Bayern and you couldn’t be happier.

It had all gone fast. You fell fast, you got close fast and you started dating fast. But in your eyes it felt like you’ve always known. You loved them and wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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A/N the ending is a bit abrupt so there’s a chance that i’ll make a second part?? Thanks to @totaly-obsessed i think i’ve done pretty well with the german nicknames and sentences.

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Sick Obsession - (Ultimis Richtofen / F! Reader)

Summary: He was going to be yours, one way or another. // You are obsessed with Ultimis Richtofen, and will go to great lengths to get closer to him. You steal, you lie, you stalk. He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet

Words: 8,084

Warnings/tags: NSFW- Smut, blood drinking. // stalking, theft, underwear theft

It started out innocently enough. A single pen. — it was only a damn pen. You don’t know it spiraled to this moment, where you and your sins were bared to… him.

Richtofen tinkered, as he normally did in his off time. That man couldn’t sit still for the life of him, there was always ‘work to be done’ wiring new electronics, testing teleporters, shaving down the guns to make them more… well you weren’t sure what it did exactly, you could never get a straight answer out of him. In any case, he was working while the five of you stayed in this safe house. The other three preferred when he was this way and not bothering them.

“Fraulein, do you know what the difference between a zombie und a scientist is?” He smiled, speaking in a quizzical tone. That grin was unnerving.

“What’s the difference?” You asked, humouring him. You did this frequently, perhaps that’s why he liked you more than the others.

“Well if you don’t know, then I need to be wary around you with ein weapon.” He laughed maniacally, snorting as he composed himself. “Ah, I am so funny!”

That’s when you saw it. He twirled his pen through his fingers then brought it to his mouth, biting the end. He nibbled on it while he once again became deep in thought, and it gave you that weird feeling in your stomach.

You’ve always liked older men, and he was no exception. He was handsome, with a witty personality and an accent that made your knees weak, of course you had a crush on him. Yes, he was insane, with no moral compass to speak of, and was surely thinking of ways to manipulate you to further his goals, but everyone has their quirks. You almost wished he would manipulate you. At least then he’ll talk sweetly to you so you’ll be at his beck and call. You wanted him more than you’ve wanted anyone. And he was going to be yours, one way or another.

You could see his teeth gently scraping the pen.

Stop thinking this way. You’re staring.

You gripped the edge of your chair, white knuckling the wood.

…maybe it was more than just a simple crush.

You averted your gaze as he took the pen out his mouth and began writing on the blueprints he was currently reworking. He was a perfectionist with his work. It was not long before he stood up with a satisfied hum, rolling up the blueprint and walking away to fix something he deemed broken. But you stayed glued to your seat, eyes darting from his retreating figure to the pen he left on the table.

You hesitantly stood up, eyes still darting towards the door as you walked to the table. Your hands were shaky as you grabbed the pen, holding it tightly in your grasp. It was still warm from him holding it. Oh how desperate you were. To feel him, to hold him, to taste him…

What the hell are you thinking?

Before you could stop yourself, you quickly took the pen into your mouth, tongue swirling around the end where he bit. A soft moan left your throat, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue flicked across the plastic. Maybe it was your imagination, but you could swear you could taste him.

Once you got all the satisfaction you could get out of it, you pulled it out of your mouth, your chest feeling like it’s going to burst from both ecstasy and yearning. You sighed, placing it back onto the table. You were going to let go of it, you truly were… but you couldn’t bear to part with it - it was his. You lifted it back up and slipped it into your pocket, making a hasty retreat out of the room before anyone could catch your misdeed.

“Eugh. Wo zum Teufel habe ich-?” You heard Edward grumble from his makeshift office. His voice was deep, and the gravel it had in it made a shiver run up your spine. His voice hardly ever lacked that higher pitched flair, this was rare.

You peeked your head through the doorway to watch him. He lifted bits of metal and pieces of paper off his desk, obviously looking for something. You had an inkling of what he might have been looking for. He turned, sensing your presence.

“Fraulein, have you seen mein pen? I seem to have misplaced it.” He groaned, now looking at the ground. He moved his chair and looked around his desk, but you knew he was never going to find it.

A pang of excitement jolted though you, it had just enough fear in it to make your heart race.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen it, Richtofen. Did you take it with you when you walked off with those blueprints earlier?” You asked, feigning innocence.

Edward looked off to the side, thinking.

“I don’t believe so, I could have sworn I left it here… eugh, whatever. There’s better stiff things to fiddle with.” He winked, brushing past you.

You bit your lip, imagining his innuendo. He was such a sexual man, it was so difficult to keep your composure sometimes.

“Let me know if you see it, it’s mein favourite.” He added,

You snapped out of your little day dream to look at him. “See your…?” You breathed, heart skipping a beat.

“Mein pen, fraulein. I swear you Americans are so air headed… I had only hoped it was just a Demphsey trait.”

You couldn’t help but sulk, groaning internally at your foolishness. But, a part of your heart soared, knowing you possessed his favourite pen.

You really were helpless.

But his innuendo only fueled your fire, and is why you found yourself holding your breath, as quiet as a mouse in the dark hallway. The men had all retired to their rooms long ago, something you knew you also should have done, but you truly couldn’t help yourself. You held the wall for support as you bent down, looking through the keyhole of Edward’s room.

It was dark in the room, but still a bit brighter than the hallway you were in - a lone candle burned on his nightstand, throwing shadows onto the wall, but that paled in comparison to what you were currently staring at.

Edward sat in a chair, faced away from the door — the universe must hate you. Was he naked? No- he still had his undershirt on, but his pants and boxers were tossed aside on the floor, his lower half bare to the air and simply torturing you without a good look.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was doing, the repetitive movement of his hand was a dead give away, and the rolling of his head to the side only made your face more flushed. Your ears strained for anything, and after a silent moment, you heard it.

“Nhhhhg… gott.” He moaned softly, panting as he worked himself over. His hips lifted from the chair in an erratic thrust. You could see up to his mid thigh, but from this angle you couldn’t see anything good.

“Please, please turn.” You whisper in a prayer.

Your breathing was labored, as was his. His hand was moving faster, toes curling in his socks that he for some reason didn’t take off — somehow he looked more scandalous that way. His head was tipped back and his expression looked blissful. He was close, so close. You squeezed your thighs together, teeth almost biting clean through your bottom lip.

Just a little bit more Edward, you’re almost there.

Your head snapped to your left, eyes going wide as a noise echoed down the hall. Footsteps… getting closer and closer. You hastily push away from the door — you couldn’t possibly get caught peeping like this, you’d rather die! With shaky legs, you stumble back against the opposite wall, reaching out to the nearest door and pulling it open, stuffing yourself in the cramped broom closet.

“Fuck” you mumble to yourself, dropping to your knees to look through the keyhole into the hallway. You paranoidly darted your eye from one side of your field of view to the other, waiting for the figure to appear.

It didn’t take long, shuffled footsteps stepped into view, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was just Nikolai. He clutched a bottle of vodka in his right hand, and mumbled to himself while he stumbled down the hall. He was drunk again, but really, when was he not? It was to your advantage though, in his drunken splendor, his spatial awareness was shortened, and he didn’t see nor hear you. Thank god.

You waited until you could no longer hear the inebriated Russian before timidly making your way back into the hallway, checking to make sure the coast was clear, and quietly walking back to Richtofen’s door. You take a deep breath and look back through the keyhole.

To your utmost annoyance, he was finished, and you missed the finale. A few wads of tissues sat crumpled on the nightstand, you could only imagine what was in it. Your stomach sank, a weird anger bubbling to the surface.

Damn it, Nikolai! You ruined my entire night.

You watched him reach over to the tissues and throw them in the trash next to him. Edward seemed to take a minute to catch his breath before standing up and… oh lord. You sucked in a shaky breath as you got a good look at his ass. Fuck, he was tight, even at his age. This was a show you gladly drank in, watching as his muscles moved as he stepped forward.

Please, just turn around. Turn around.

“Ack, scheiße.” He cursed, looking down at himself. He sighed, bending down to grab his boxers. Fuck, he was going to be the death of you with this view. He moved his boxers to his crotch and used it as he did the tissues. He must have missed some while cleaning himself up. Richtofen tossed his boxers behind him, leaning over to the candle to blow it out. The springs groaned under his weight as he sat down on the mattress.

Fuck! He was now facing you, and there was no light for you to see him in all of his glory. You softly pressed your forehead into the wall next to the door, sighing. What luck you had. At least you had a few good shots of him to mentally use later, but the yearning, the unbearable longing... You needed more. You were not satisfied.

An idea popped into your head. It was risky… stupid? Definitely. But the reward would be worth it. You couldn’t help the grin you wore as you slinked back into the broom closet, ready to wait as long as you had to.

How long had you been in here? 30 minutes? An hour? Two? You really had no idea, but you were getting antsy, and it must’ve been long enough. You carefully walked back into the hallway and towards Edward’s door, once again looking through the keyhole. It was still pitch dark in there. You watched for a minute, looking for any sign he was awake, but you heard and saw nothing. You reached for the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly until it softly clicked, and you were able to push it open.

So he didn’t lock his door? Uncharacteristic, but good to know.

With bated breath, you pushed it open farther, heart beating rapidly as you hoped the hinges were well oiled. You took your time, ears straining just in case he was still awake, or if you woke him from his slumber. When the door was open enough to barely squeeze through, you did just that, crouching as you entered his room.

You tiptoed closer to him, your eyes straining to see in the dark. Eventually, you could make out a silhouette on the bed, and as you looked longer, the details started to become apparent.

He was laying on his back, eyes thankfully shut, and a sheet un-thankfully covering most of his body. As pretty of a sight that would have been, that’s not what you were after. But perhaps… you looked at him again, — what you were after could wait.

You were entranced by his face, how peaceful he looked as he slept. He still had the bags under his eyes, but they didn’t seem so prominent, and his eyebrows were relaxed, not knitted down or strung up like you were used to seeing. You could get used to seeing him like this, in fact there was nothing you wanted more. He looked so kissable, and your heart ached. Before you could talk yourself into doing something even more stupid than you were doing now, you squeezed your eyes shut, and got back to the task at hand, dropping lower to the ground to find your prize.

That’s his socks… pants… coat… shirt…

You mentally checked all the clothes you felt, taking a minute to bring his undershirt to your nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him. Your stomach did somersaults as his scent whelmed your mind. You loved it, but there was something better, and as you let his shirt fall back to the ground, you finally found what you were looking for. You stuffed the item in your pocket, and after one more glance at Edward, who was none the wiser of your presence, you made your escape, closing the door behind you, and made your way to your room, feeling so giddy you could almost feel lightning in your spine.

You crawled into bed, a manic smile on your face as your body shook with adrenaline. You laid there still for a moment, relishing this feeling… this was so wrong, so why the hell did it feel so right? When you couldn’t take it anymore, you shakily pulled out what you stuffed in your pocket and looked at it in the moonlight that shone through your window.

Your trembling hands gripped his boxers tightly. It wasn’t him, but it was good enough… for now. They were black and felt as if they were made from cotton, but that was a secondary observation, you were actually looking for something much more exciting as your fingers danced over the fabric.

Your eyes lit up, and the twitching smile grew bigger. You found it — a small damp area: an area you knew had residual cum. You couldn’t waste anymore time, you brought the damp fabric to your nose, inhaling almost violently.

“Oh there is a god.” You groaned out, inhaling once again. His musk was even more prominent here than his shirt.. You couldn’t describe it, but he smelled like a man in all the right ways. That, mixed with the scent of his cum which smelled almost like salty pancake batter, had your hand traveling down, a desperate throbbing in your core.

Your knuckles were white as you gripped his boxers, your nose still buried in them, your hand now touching yourself. You felt dizzy with lust, with such a deep burning desire for the eccentric German man. You thought back on him masturbating earlier, and let your imagination run wild, bringing yourself to the edge and tipping over it, burying your whole face into the fabric.

You weren’t normally that quick, that’s just the effect he had on you. He had many effects on you.

You sat at the table, rigid, stomach doing too many somersaults to eat the canned meat in front of you. It was the next morning, and you were only slightly freaking out.

You were going to sneak the boxers back last night, you swear. But you didn’t expect how tired you were after satisfying yourself as many times as you did last night, and fell asleep with his boxers held against your chest. You woke up in a panic, knowing it was far too late to try to return them. Hastily, you had stuffed both the pen and the boxers between your mattresses, hiding them in a panic.

Dempsey and Takeo talked over breakfast, while you waited for Edward to make his appearance — and you didn’t have to wait long.

Richtofen strolled into the room, his brows furrowed together, and a deep frown on his face. You didn’t miss how he pinched the crotch of his pants and adjusted them.

“I think I am losing mein goddamn mind.” Richtofen said aloud, his accent somehow thicker.

“You think?” Dempsey laughed. It was a bitter laugh, but humorous nonetheless. “Richtofen, you lost your mind a long ass time ago.”

“You are so funny Dempshey, did you go to clown school instead of pursuing ein proper education? Wait, don’t answer that. I already know.” Edward bit back, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Nein, I have lost two things in the last day, und I don’t lose things. A man like me never loses things.”

Your eyes quickly darted to him, your heart skipping a beat as he referenced not only the missing pen but the missing boxers. You were going to play it cool. You had to, not only for your secrecy, but for the sheer thrill of it.

“You never found your pen?” You asked, stabbing your fork into the canned meat.

“Nein, although I was so sure I left it on that desk.” He grumbled.

“Face it doc, you’re like, what, 60? It’s the Alzheimer’s setting in.” Dempsey cut in, this time audibly laughing at his own diss.

“I am not 60 you dimwitted Yank. Und I am in perfect health, thank you. I’m not sure you can say the same with the amount of grease you shovel down your gullet.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, but composed yourself quickly. “So, uh, what else did you lose?”

“Mein underwear!” He said bluntly. He wasn’t an abashed man.

Your heart beat hard against your ribcage, you hoped he couldn’t hear it. You gave an adequate surprise reaction, while Dempsey just looked disgusted.

“You wear underwear? Ha, I go commando, baby… and I guess you do too now, as disgusting as that is to think about…” Dempsey‘s cocky grin turned into a scrunched up nose, repulsed by the thought.

“Don’t you have a heart attack to experience, Dempshey?” He rolled his eyes.

You cleared your throat. “Haven’t seen those either, I’ll… make sure to keep an eye out.” You said, a smile twitching on your lips.

“I won’t. Hope they're lost forever.” Dempsey smiled and stood up, walking out of the room to have the last word. He really was Edward’s biggest hater.

“Screw you Dempshey.” He growled, but the marine was long gone. Edward sauntered over to where Tank once sat beside you and slid into the chair, dramatically putting his face in his hand. “I’m starting to think he took them. You know, if he wanted mein ball sweat, he could have just asked.”

He snickered to himself, and you couldn’t help your face heating up, memories of the sins you committed last night flooding your mind. The man you touched yourself to the thought and smell of was inches away from you, you could reach out and touch him, and your fingertips burned with desire. In fact, it would be so easy to lean over and kiss him…

“Mein pants have been pinching me every time I move. Not that it’s unpleasant… the pain is actually quite delicious.”

“How would he steal them anyway?” You ask, forcing a laugh to keep the tone light.

“I was exhausted last night, you know how much upkeep it takes to babysit the four of you?” He hummed, rubbing his eyes. “I probably slept heavier than unusual und didn’t hear him come in.”

Oh, how close you are, Edward.

“Richtofen, that’s ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is a perfect man like me misplacing things!”

You averted your eyes, lost in thought for a minute, absorbing all the information you’ve received. Another risky idea popped into your mind, those ideas were always worth it.

“Do you need help with anything today? I don’t have anything planned.” You said, innocently.

You helped Richtofen all day with whatever work he did. You stripped wires, fetched tools, helped dissect zombie specimens, and said yes to all his requests. You did this for a few reasons.

Get Edward to want to use you more.

Make him do more than he normally did in a day

Get him absolutely exhausted.

The first one was easy: play the naive woman who is easily manipulated, and the second came naturally since he had help. The third was a little trickier, but you had some tricks up your sleeve.

“Oh, is it done? I couldn’t tell.” You’d say innocently about his work, which made him feel like it wasn’t up to his standards, and so he’d work on it some more.

“I was always told to do it right the first time, but if you think it’s okay….” You’d say when he tried to take a quick but messier shortcut. That was more effective than you expected.

“Well, I hope Dempsey doesn’t sabotage it…” You’d say if he wanted to leave a half finished project til in the morning.

He thought you were wrapped around his finger, but it truly was the opposite.

When the two of you finally retired for the night, it was extremely late, and you could see the exhaustion on his face. He tried to hide it, with his quips and sharp tongue, but his sarcasm and innuendos couldn’t hide the bags that got deeper under his eyes.

He bid you goodnight, and walked to his room while you went to yours, but you had no intention to sleep, not yet, even though you were just as tired. You just sat on your bed for a few minutes before creeping back out into the hallway, down the corridor, finding yourself at his door once more. You made sure you weren’t being watched before crouching down, looking through the keyhole.

You wanted to chuckle. Your plan worked, he was so tired he got straight into bed. Disappointing he didn’t put on another show, but this was good for your new half baked plan.

You tiptoed back to your room, and pulled your miscellaneous bag from under your bed. It was a collection of items you’ve collected from your travels, and found the thing you wanted — a Polaroid camera. You creeped back down the hallway, to his door, and carefully opened it, slipping inside.

There he was again, sleeping soundly in his bed. This time his clothes were neatly folded on the chair, and his thin sheet covered him from his stomach down. The sheet outlined certain things nicely, and it took everything in your power not to lift it.

You took your time admiring the parts of his body you could see. He didn’t have much muscle tone, but he looked fit for his age. Salt and pepper hair sprinkled his chest, and so did the occasional scar. He didn’t shave this morning, you could tell. A faint 5 o’clock shadow peeked out. God, he was gorgeous. He was everything.

Crouching down, you lightly blew on his face, gauging what type of reaction he would have. You made sure you braced yourself to quickly press yourself to the ground in case he woke up. He didn’t react at all, so you knew he was in deep enough sleep.

You stood up, bringing the camera to your face. With a quick prayer, you held your breath, taking the picture. The room was engulfed in light from the flash, but just as quickly as it happened, it was done. You crouched down quickly, backing up towards the door and out into the hallway.

In your room, you sat on your bed, giggling as you shook the picture. The image appeared slowly, but when it did, it was perfect. You bit down on his pen as you gazed at your new prize. A picture of him for you to keep, with him looking so peaceful and vulnerable, while his bedding left almost nothing to the imagination.

You almost felt satisfied.

Almost was never enough, was it?

It was the next day, and you stopped feeling satisfied. You wanted — no, needed more.

The picture was stowed under your mattress, along with the pen and boxers. You could have taken his clothing back to his room, stuff it somewhere for him to find, but you couldn’t bear to part with it. They were yours now.

And here you stood next to the man who you craved, helping him once again, another cadaver needed to be studied.

“-and this of course is… are you even listening to me? Everything I say is very valuable information, you know!” Edward snapped you back to reality, you had started daydreaming again.

“Sorry, Richtofen, I’m… actually not feeling well.” You lied, looking up at him with big eyes. He clicked his tongue a few times.

“What are your symptoms…or is it female troubles? If it’s the latter I know a delightful cure.” He said, picking up a scalpel. “You don’t need your uterus, ja?”

A smile twitched on your face. “I think I’ll keep it for now… and I'm going to lay down for a while.”

“Ja, fine, go. Just keep in mind I have a cure that’s a win-win for both of us!” He twirled the scalpel while he smirked.

You shuffled away, holding your stomach as you did so, but once you left his makeshift lab and made your way down the hallway, you straightened up, walking with a purpose. You were fine, just needed a little excuse to slip away for a while. You turned down the hallway and found yourself once again at his bedroom door. You quickly step inside, closing the door behind you.

You moaned softly as you collapsed on his bed, covering yourself with his sheet, entirely wrapping yourself in his scent. The bed was cold but you could almost imagine the warmth of his body heating it up.

This isn’t what you’re here for. Get moving or he’ll surely catch you.

You groaned at your inner thoughts and threw the sheet off of you, digging into your pockets to get your tools — tweezers and a small baggy. With them in hand, you scanned his pillow, sheets, and bed, looking for any hair you could find.

Black hair here, gray hair there…

Oh, this was a jackpot. You collected multiple strands, your heart racing with the knowledge that these were yours now… a part of him belonged to you. When you couldn’t find any more on his bedding, you pocketed your tools and newfound possession.

You carefully made your way out of his room, into the hallway, and-

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” Richtofen said, turning the corner of the hallway.

Your back straightened, stomach jumping to your throat. Did he see you leave his room??

“You weren’t in your room, didn’t you say you were going to lay down, hmmm???” He questioned. He approached you with his arms crossed, tapping his foot once he stopped as if he was scolding you.

“I- actually I was looking for you as well.” You said, voice shakier than you meant for it to be.

“Are you lying?” He asked, eyes narrowing. “…that was an excuse to stop assisting me, ja? I’m wounded! Many would jump at the opportunity to assist ein genius like me!” Edward pouted, turning his head away in offense.

“Edward,” you said, gaining his attention quickly. This is the first time you’ve called him that to his face. “I was looking for you because I need gauze, you know, for my… troubles.” You internally cringe, but it seemed to work.

He put his hands on his hips. “Mh, I suppose that makes sense. Follow me, I actually have mein first aid kit out right now.”

“Who’s the idiot that got hurt?”

“The person in question is actually quite brilliant und got hurt by means that is not his fault.”

“Where did you get hurt?”

“…I cut my finger with ein scalpel.” He said quietly. You smirked at him, which made him roll his eyes and look away. “I didn’t even feel it… if I’m going to get cut, I at least want to feel it! Where’s the fun otherwise??”

You flicked your now wide eyes towards him. “You didn’t feel it?” You ask.

“Nein, the scalpel was too sharp. Pity.”

“Interesting…” You said under your breath. A smile on your lips.

Richtofen led you back to his lab and handed you some gauze, but you could only think about the next plan you were cooking in your mind.

You might as well be a night owl at this point, or maybe more of a raccoon… you at least looked the part with the circles you were developing under your eyes from hardly sleeping. It was late once again, everyone was asleep, and you were just waiting for your time to strike.

Your knees felt weak as you paced around in the hallway. You knew this was crossing a line, and getting caught could have intense consequences. But, big risk, big reward. And at this point, with how consuming your obsession with this man has become, you don’t know if you could stop yourself.

Before you knew it, you were in his room, creeping over to him as has become your nightly routine. Edward’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. One hand laid on his stomach, while the other was tucked under his head. Peaceful.

His eyelashes are so long.

You twirled the scalpel you borrowed in your hand, thinking over what you were just about to do. This could very well wake him up, and then what? What will you do?

You shook your head, clearing your mind. Right now was not a time for panic. You needed to be calm with very steady hands. You took a deep breath, and gazed upon his sleeping body. You inched closer, and closer, and went through with it before you could change your mind.

You grazed the scalpel across his cheek, just barely grazed it, not too deep… and pulled the instrument back, looking intensely at the centimeter sized area you sliced. You waited, your impatience getting the better of you. Was it too shallow? Do you need to slice him again?

But before you could question yourself into a frenzy, a scarlet dot appeared, and then another, both growing in size. You shakily let a breath out. Good.

With a pipette you borrowed as well, you collected the blood that dotted the surface. It was a slow, steady flow, but it was a bountiful supply of his sweet gore.

But you had gotten too cocky, flew too close to the sun. You brought the pipette closer to his skin to collect more blood when your hand twitched, and you jabbed the tool into his face. He jerked away, his face scrunching up as he groggily rubbed the area.

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… fuck!

You repeated the curses in your head as you hastily pulled away and dropped to the floor. The bed creaked as he stretched awake.

“Mmmh?” He groaned. “Was zur…?”

You were trapped, there was no escape. The only thing you could do is…!

You rolled under the bed, holding your breath as you heard him sitting up. He swung his legs over the side, fumbling with his lighter to light the candle by his bed. The candle draped everything in a soft, warm glow. You didn’t even have to see him to know what was happening. He was looking down at blood stained fingers.

He spoke to himself in German, his voice lower than what you’re used to hearing out of him. You could hear his belt jostling as he unfolded his pants to put them on. He stood, walking to a cracked mirror that was on the wall.

You ever so slowly peeked out. He stared at himself in the mirror, fingers dancing over his cheek where you had cut him. He didn’t say anything, just stared. After a minute of dead silence, he muttered something else in German, walking back towards the bed. He haphazardly put his undershirt on and walked out of the room, you could only guess to get a bandage.

You stayed put for a few more seconds before quickly rolling out from under the bed and making a mad dash to the door, holding the pipette close to your heart. As you opened the door, you prayed he wasn’t in the hallway. Your prayer was answered, you stumble out into an empty corridor. You sprinted down the hallway, quickly opening your door and making your way into the sanctuary of your room.

“God, oh god.” You breathed, a laugh finding your words. God. That was incredible. Your heart raced as the adrenaline kept rushing through your veins. He almost caught you. He almost caught you. You should be mortified by the thought, but it only excited you!

You hurriedly dropped to your knees by your bed, lifting the mattress to retrieve all the goodies you had. You sat in the bed with the pen, boxers, and hair in your lap, the picture of Edward in one hand, and the pipette in the other. Your body buzzed with joy.

You had so much from him, so much of him. He really was all yours, he just didn’t know it yet.

You swirled the pipette around, watching the swishing of the blood. His blood. And you could only think of one thing to make this better. You tilted your head back, raising the pipette to just above your mouth. You stuck out your tongue, and squeezed a single drop onto it.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you savored the taste of it. The copper taste twinged the taste buds, sending sparks of desire down to your stomach. He was yours. A part of him was now inside you. You swallowed the metallic liquid, opening your eyes to gaze at the picture.

But, your luck had run out.

You looked up in alarm as your door was quickly pushed open. There he stood, firmly planted in the doorway, eyes narrow as he glared at you. You had no time to hide anything you held, you could only look back at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights with your sins bared to him.

You tried to choke out something, anything. But you stumbled over even the most basic words as he approached you.

“I- wait- no- Richtofen-“

“So it was you all along, you little thief.” He said, tone low and dangerous. He towered over you and you could only look up at him in distress. “Mein pen, mein underwear…und you got greedy enough to take mein blood, too.”

“Edward-“

“You know, at first I thought someone was fucking with me, maybe Dempshey or Nikolai… I would have never suspected you, playing all innocent.” He laughed a sinister laugh. “But this isn’t about fucking with me is it, fraulein? Nein, this is something else entirely.”

He plucked the picture out of your quivering hand and stared at it with an unreadable expression. “Mh, did you take this picture tonight? Before you cut me?” He said, also plucking the pipette from your grasp. “And don’t bother lying, my dear.”

“I… no.” You said quietly, looking down in embarrassment. He dropped the picture onto the bed, roughly grabbing your chin to make you maintain eye contact.

“When?” He simply asked.

“… last night.” You felt smaller than a mouse.

He laughed even more, and it only brought more fear to pit in your stomach. “Und how many nights have you visited me, hm?”

“Three.”

You wanted to die.

“Und I had no idea. You little minx. Perhaps you would’ve continued to get away with it if you didn’t leave your tools behind.” His hand disappeared in his pocket before reappearing in front of you, a scalpel held in his grasp. “Well, mein tools.”

Your eyes went wide as you palmed at your own pocket. When did you drop it? Oh goddamn it, it must have been when you rolled out from under his bed. “How–”

“Fraulein, I am a doctor, I can tell the difference between a scratch und a wound made from precise tools.” He looked through you, making you feel oh so small. “You even took some of mein hair. This isn’t just kleptomania… it’s something far worse… far… kinkier.”

Edward sat on the bed and pulled you to him, crushing you in his embrace. The scalpel and pipette were dropped, losing their importance to the situation at hand. With one hand he pinned both of your arms behind your back, and with the other he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked, hard, until you were looking into his eyes.

“My little stalker.” He cooed. “Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told, opening your mouth, he gave you a look, one you could read as if he had said it, and hesitantly stuck out your tongue. He clicked his tongue a few times, seeing the blood that still stained your tongue.

“Here I thought you were some naive girl, an innocent thing… no innocent girl steals a man’s blood und drinks it so greedily.”

You let out a gasp as he pressed his lips against yours hard, his tongue probing inside as he tasted his own blood. He held you to him like a vice while he attacked your mouth.

“Edward,” you groaned needily when he parted from you.

“You’ve already taken more than you deserve, Mäuschen, there’s no use in begging.” He bit the lobe of your ear as he whispered in it. His grip tightened on both your arms and hair, you cried out as tears threatened to fall.

Just as quickly as he tightened his grip, he let you go, pushing you down and pinning you against the mattress.

“Tell me, fraulein,” he said roughly, pushing your legs apart to slot his hips against yours. “Did you take mein boxers to wear? To smell?”

Your face heated up, you didn’t want to answer this. But his intense gaze had the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “To smell.”

“Never pegged you as a panty sniffer, fraulein, but you’ve surprised me a lot today.” Richtofen laughed, kissing and biting down your neck. “Did you touch yourself while smelling them?”

He bit your neck particularly hard, causing you to gasp out your answer.

“Yes!” You cried, arching your back, pressing yourself more to him. Edward groaned, his hips jutting forward on instinct. You could feel his length against your inner thigh, and it only burned the flame of your desire hotter

“Gott, you’re a succubus... A thieving, conniving little siren.” He moaned, pulling your shirt over your head. “You are obsessed with me… Shieße, I’ve never been more turned on.”

He was rough as he pawed off your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room so he could knead your breasts. His lips trailed down as he pinched your nipples, soon replacing one of his hands with his mouth. You arched your back even more as he swirled his tongue around the bud. The electricity of the pleasure shocked your senses, this was heaven, this was pure bliss.

“Edward, please.” You begged, reaching out to yank on his belt. This time he didn’t scold your teasing, he helped you take it off.

Clothes littered your bedroom floor as the two of you tore them off of each other. He left dark hickeys on your breasts, biting and sucking until you writhed in pain. You didn’t dare ask him to stop though, or slow down – you wanted every bit and more. Suddenly, he sat back on his heels, his hips still pressed against yours. You looked at him with lidded but curious eyes, heaving from his ministrations. He looked at his surroundings, and smiled deviously, reaching over and grabbing your polaroid camera from the nightstand, pulling it up to his eye.

“Say cheese, mein kleines Pirschgängerin.” You could see all of his teeth as he grinned.

You didn’t have time to cover yourself up. The room filled with a blinding light, capturing your vulnerable state: unclothed, unkempt, and under him. The room was enveloped in darkness again as the camera dispensed the photo, not that you could see it, you were still dazed and blinded by the light.

“You get what you give… und you still have a debt, fraulein.”

Edward brought the scalpel up, the blade catching the moonlight. A shiver ran down your spine, out of thrill or terror, you couldn’t quite place it. He inspected the instrument, then brought it to your face. You trembled under his hold, but his surgical hands were steadier than ever. He quickly dragged it across your cheek, the faintest burn trailing the path of the blade. Just when you thought you could take no more, Richtofen leaned in and sucked on the wound to extract your blood. He was demanding, you were almost sure you were going to have a hickey on your cheek after this.

“Did you ever think you’d make it this far, schatz? Pinned under me, about to take what I’ll give you?” He asked, voice low as he lined himself up with your entrance. His tip probed at your flesh.

“Of course I did, Edward.” You said, breathless, rolling your hips so he slipped inside. “You’ve been mine all this time.”

His eyes widened, not used to anyone matching his freak. His lips twitched with an uncommitted smile, breathing getting heavier and heavier from sheer excitement. He grabbed your throat hard, squeezing as he roughly thrusted fully inside, setting a brutal pace.

“Nein, mein Liebe, you’re mine. Und you’ll soon see that’s far, far worse.”

Richtofen squeezed your throat while the other hand grabbed your thigh, pushing your leg up for him to have a better angle. You felt fuzzy – your lips got tingly, your heart throbbed in your head. This lack of blood flow going to your head made every delicious snap of his hips that much better.

You were a moaning mess, grasping helplessly at any part of him you could reach as you basked in the fact he was deep inside you. With each moan you breathed, the harder he fucked you. It was a positive feedback loop, making you get louder and louder.

“Ja, just like that, fraulein. Let them hear you.” He groaned. He moved his hand from your throat to your cunt, finding your clit and rubbing fast circles with his thumb.

“Fuck, oh, Edward-“

“Louder.” He hissed, thumb pressing harder.

“Edward!” You cried loud.

He leaned over you, roughly kissing you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was electrified with pleasure, it radiated up to the tips of your ears and down to your toes, causing them to curl in ecstasy. That coil in your core tightened more and more until you were clawing at his back as you reached your peak.

His thrusts and fingers coaxed your climax out, keeping the waves of pleasure rolling over you. You saw stars, you felt lightning, you were drowning in him. Richtofen mewled as you squeezed around him, his thrusts momentarily faltering as he too felt the pleasure. He drew out your satisfaction as long as he could, until you were writhing and whimpering under him, begging him to stop from overstimulation.

“Stop fighting it, fraulein. It's unbecoming of you. You wanted this, und I’ll tell you when it's over.” Edward laughed, continuing to rub circles against your aching clit. He stopped thrusting, opting to sheath himself fully inside you, pinning you with no escape from the torturous pleasure.

A cry rattled your chest as he finally stopped tormenting you. You took deep, shaking breaths as you trembled, it was hard to think straight, and you didn’t protest when he pulled out of you, maneuvering you in a new position. He dragged you to the floor, making you kneel in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed. Edward was still hard and throbbing, with a look in his eye that said he wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Open, Liebe.” He ordered, shoving his thumb past your lips to pry your mouth open. “Since you’re so keen on swallowing mein blood, I’m sure you won’t protest swallowing other bodily fluids.”

You nodded eagerly— it was true. You wanted everything.

He pulled you closer by hooking his thumb and dragging you by your jaw. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and thrusted himself into your waiting mouth. You choked on his cock as he mercilessly fucked your throat. His teeth were bared almost in a grin as he had his way with you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking and licking as best as you could, which was certainly difficult at his pace. He was getting close, you could tell. His heavy breathing turned into moans and his calculated thrusts became uneven. His hand still threaded through your hair, but his other came to rest on your cheek, cradling it, rubbing gently with his thumb. After a particularly sharp thrust, Edward stilled, groaning in satisfaction as he spilled his cum on your tongue.

“Ja, that’s it… don’t you dare waste a drop.” He demanded, head tilted back as he rode out his orgasm.

You swallowed it hungrily, like you were a man starved. You sucked and licked, making sure to milk him dry. You deserved every bead of cum you could get, you decided. You caused it, and he was yours, every bit of him.

Edward whimpered from your continued ministrations, but didn’t pull away just yet, seemingly enjoying the torturous pleasure of overstimulation. It was only when he was completely soft did he pull you away with trembling arms.

“Gut. sehr gut.” He breathed, petting your hair. He pulled you up and into the bed with him, laying down as you both caught your breath. The two of you laid there in silence for many minutes until he began patting along the bed looking blindly for something. He pulled the polaroid you took of him up to his eyes and examined it with a clearer mind.

“You purposely made me exhausted so you could take this picture, didn’t you?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yes.” There was no point to lying, it’s not the most embarrassing thing you’ve admitted to today.

“You cheeky Mauschen. Und here I thought you were just so kind enough to assist me in mein work.” He said, with faux offense. “You really went about this the hard way, you know. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked…”

“And miss the thrill of the chase?” You asked, turning to him with a twisted look in your eye. “There’s nothing better than doing something so wrong, and feeding an obsession so intense.”

Richtofen grinned from ear to ear, his eyes going wide. He looked as if he wanted to propose to you. “You are completely insane.”

“I am just… dedicated.”

Edward pulled you into a kiss, one that wasn’t so demanding as the last ones. It was almost… sweet. He pulled away from you, and brushed some hair out of the way.

“Gute Nacht, fraulein.” He said, sitting up to gather his clothes. You sat up as well, watching as he pulled his pants back on.

“You’re leaving?” You asked, disappointment obvious in your tone.

“I can’t give in too easily, didn’t you say something about… thrill of the chase?” He smirked. He threw the photo of himself on the bed, and grabbed the polaroid of you instead, tucking it away in his pants. “You’ve got to do more than this to capture me.”

You matched his grin, slowly laying back down to bask in the satisfaction of the sex and his words. “You’re mine, Edward Richtofen.” You warned. He didn’t respond to your words, just flashed you his smirk again.

You didn’t miss how he pocketed your panties before he left your room.

Cat and mouse. Who was who, you didn’t know. But you did, in fact, love the thrill of the chase.

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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...

#dieter x reader #dieter hellstrom #inglourious basterds #august diehl

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currentlylivingonaprayer · 11 months ago

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my top favorite kimchay fanfics

In no particular order

(Even though nobody asked)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40707996

dancing with our hands tied by MajorinMonster

After Chay gets jumped by a rival mafia gang he decides he needs a reputation so people won't touch him again. Kim is just there, trying to get back into chays good books.

9/10 recommend

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3061830

The idiots & idioms series by snickerdoodlles

Chay steals kims official wik account and post absolute unhinged things. Kim does nothing to stop him.

A must read for giggles

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45252880

Five Minutes by littlemisslawyer

Chays is a doctor and has been sent out of Thailand for many years. The day he comes back and wants nothing more than to take a break from work Kim has the audacity to get shot right in front of him.

Lots of cussing and chay calling kim 'pretty boy' and 'asshole/bastard'. Perfect

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43953225

Idolistic by ditchlilly

Wik centric fic. Kim likes to post false information of himself from a side account and chay somehow know what of the things he says are true or false. Kim gets suspicious and tries to find out who this boy is.

Lots of TENSION. And kittens. I absolutely love this one. Stayed awake till 3 am giggling so much I thought I would wake my family up. A must read. Definitely in my top 2.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50830555

Progression by Azile (WitnessMarks)

Porchay trains to becomes stronger after their break up, kim, meanwhile, doesn't handel it well and then gets kidnapped. Chay is one of the people to come to his rescue. Kim comes back quite damaged and chay is one of the only people he feels really comfortable being around. Both of them are confronted with their still existing feelings for the other.

absolute masterpiece. Read in one sitting, even though it's still updating. Can only recommend. This story is batteling with Idolistic for first place.

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3489094

The KIM IS SO LOVED series by wayupthere

No comment. Read the tags, you'll know what it's about.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45749062

Idle Talk by Iamabudgie

After someone posts a blind item on a gossip site, Kim is forced to confront something he has been delaying for months.

Absolutely amazing. Much deeper plot than you think when you first start it. Updates are months apart, but they deliver every time. Definitely in my top 3.

Edit:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52988125

I Fell for You by @liesineyes

Kims family treats him like absolute shit. Chay and Porsche just want to find out out why, while also planning to show Kim real family love.

Love this story. Not many chapters yet, but beautiful and makes me sad and happy at the same time.

Edit edit:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52593382

BREAKING NEWS by Pens

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48575617

Back on the Beat by Pens

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love-hatred-stuff · 1 year ago

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》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year ago

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My Little Love

Chapter 27

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Fluff, angst, explosion, implied character deaths

A/N: So here we go!!!

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With a deep breath and a small stretch you begin to wake up. You smile when you realize that Bucky is still laying next to you. It’s a small comfort knowing he’s getting his much deserved rest since he tends to be awake earlier than you. Turning your head you take in his muscular back. It’s riddled with scars, scars that you’ve kissed many times already and will again. You shift slowly so as to not wake him and drape your arm around his midsection. Many nights it was Bucky pulling you into his chest and making you feel safe, at this moment you get to do the same. It makes you smile and you can’t help but lean forward and kiss his left shoulder blade. One kiss turned into two and then three and so on. By now you knew Bucky was awake but he stayed still as he accepted your affection.

“Good morning, baby.” You whisper into his ear.

Bucky turns his head to look at you with a lazy smile and sleepy eyes. He was beautiful and all yours.

“It’s a great morning, Sugar.”

Bucky turns in bed and lays on his back. You take the opportunity to straddle him and lean down to give him a quick kiss.

“I have a date planned for us today.” Bucky says when you pull back.

“Really?”

“Yup. Just the two of us.”

“Have you informed our daughter? You know she’ll want to go with us.”

“I did talk to her about it. She did pout but she knows it’s a surprise so she’s ok.” Bucky chuckles as his hands slip under your sleep shirt.

“Let’s get up, old man, before those two can wreak havoc on the compound.”

“Give me five more minutes with you just like this.”

“Just five?”

“Fine,” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Ten.”

“Happily.”

****

“Uppies.” Lottie says with a yawn, it’s still early and you’re surprised to see her awake.

With her hair sticking up in all directions and her purple princess footed-pajamas still on Lottie clings to Bucky. Hiding away from the light by sticking her face into the space between his shoulder and neck she holds onto her pink teddy bear. You wave Bucky over to the couch since he won’t be able to do much now that Lottie has decided to fall back asleep. You smile as you watch Bucky smooth out her hair as he sits down and gets comfortable.

“Morning mama.” Henry walks into the kitchen. He’s still sleepy too but he smiles in your direction as he holds up a hair tie. “Can you help me?”

You grab it and pull his hair up into a manbun.

“Have you thought about getting a haircut?”

“No, I don’t want it short.” Henry covers his head with his arms.

“It was just a suggestion, sweet boy. I won’t make you do something you don’t want.” You kiss the top of his head. “You know your dad had long hair too and he looked very handsome with it.”

“Do I look handsome with it?”

“So handsome. Now why don’t you go cuddle up with dad and Lottie on the couch.”

“Ok.” Henry smiles and gives you a hug before he walks away while you work on breakfast.

“Hi Buce.”

“Hello Charlotte, how are you today?” Bruce asked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Am good. Can habe uppies?”

Charlotte stopped right in front of Bruce, her hands busy with a paper plate while you trailed behind her. He picks her up and sets her down on one of the free spaces of his table.

“Habe pwesent Buce.”

“You do? Who’s it for?”

“Fo’ you.” She holds up the paper plate full of glued down dried macaroni pieces and painted cotton balls all laid down to look like him. You even helped her make the frame for his glasses out of construction paper.

“Is this me?”

“Yup.”

You chuckle as Bruce holds it up beside his face and asks if he and the macaroni art look alike. Charlotte giggles and nods happily.

“We’ve been playing around with different arts and crafts.”

“Habe this too.” Lottie holds up a bracelet made of green beads.

“Well this is so nice of you Charlotte. Thank you.”

“Now that we are done with the gift giving, here are my files that you needed.”

“Thanks. I’ll get them back to you as soon as I can. I also have those reports on those people that received the same shot you did. If you can look at them and give me your opinion, that would be great.” You nod while he pulls out two lollipops from his lab coat pocket. Something you realize he started doing recently. “And this is for you and your brother, Charlotte.”

“Wook mama.” Lottie holds up both lollipops.

“I see that. It was very nice of uncle Bruce, can you say thank you?”

“Oh, Tank you Buce.”

“You are very welcome.”

“I’ll see you later Bruce.”

“Bye-bye Buce.”

“Bye, Charlotte.” Bruce says as he sets her back on the floor.

****

“Here are the reports you needed.” Bucky holds up a stack of files and places them on Steve’s desk.

“Thanks. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Bucky nods but then sits down on one of the chairs across from Steve’s desk. Henry takes the other one but is distracted playing with Alpine. “I’m taking Y/N out on a date tonight.”

“Nice, want me to watch the kids?”

“Nat volunteered, said something about you hogging up their time.” Bucky shrugs. “But I’m kind of nervous.”

“Nervous about what?”

“Steve, it's the date.”

“Oh. Wow ok so it’s happening tonight. When you come back you’ll be an engaged man.” Steve says with a grin. “This is great.”

“You don’t know that. Y/N could say no.”

Henry scoffs. “Please, mama would never say no to you.”

“I second that. I know she won’t say no, she loves you way too much.”

“Mama talks about how much she loves you all the time.”

Bucky nods slowly and takes a deep breath. It’ll be easy. All he has to do is ask a simple question. Although the thought of being rejected is really making him have second thoughts. It’s not about the rejection but the person doing it. He really can’t see his life without you now and he wants to give you the perfect evening and end it with the perfect proposal. Something small and intimate, just the two of you.

You were standing in the living room waiting for Bucky and saying your goodnights to the kids. Charlotte was giggling as she clung to you like a koala.

“Are you going to be good for auntie Nat?” You ask while smoothing out her hair.

“Am good mama.”

“What about you mister?”

“Yup.” Henry said between taking sips of his juice box. “You look pretty in your dress mama.”

“Thank you sweet boy. I just had to wear the dress you got me.”

“Yeah, so pwetty mama. Wike a pwincess.”

“Do you think daddy will think I look pretty?”

“Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, bewitching. Should I go on?” Bucky says from the door with a fond smile. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you and Charlotte, who is now sandwiched between you.

She giggles as she looks up at both of you.

“Dada am here.”

“I didn’t see you there, doll.”

Charlotte giggles some more before Bucky scoops her up. He peppers her cheeks with kisses and sets her down on the couch next to Henry and then places a kiss on Henry’s head.

“We have to go or we’ll be late to our reservations.”

“Ok well, have fun kids.” You wave at them as Nat walks in. “Thanks for watching them.”

“You’re welcome. Now go and have your own fun.”

Bucky drove you into the heart of the city. He was nervous, you could tell but you didn’t know why. Still he’d look over at you every few minutes and flash you his most charming smile. It wasn’t until you got to your destination that you knew something was up. Getting reservations at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the most exclusive hotel in New York City was no easy feat.

Bucky parks at the entrance and jumps out of the car to open your door. You admired how handsome he looked in his all black suit and t-shirt combo. He holds his hand out to help you up and out of the car and then offers you his arm.

“How did you manage reservations here?”

“Had a little help.” He winks as you walk toward the elevator to the top floor.

****

The view of the city was spectacular from the top floor where the restaurant was. The hostess led you from the entrance off to the left and onto a private balcony. There was only one table at the center and a bar at the end. Bucky pulls a chair out for you and a server is there in an instant to take your drink order.

“This is beautiful.” You murmur as you look out over the city.

“You’re beautiful.”

Bucky takes one of your hands over the table. His cheeks are tinted pink as he looks at you. You squeeze his hand to reassure him everything was ok even though you were trying to figure out why he was acting the way he was.

“Y/N, I-“ Bucky’s cut off by the ringing of both of your phones.

“Maybe it’s the kids.” You say as you fish yours out of your purse.

Bucky mutters a curse in Russian and grabs his phone. He stands and walks away to a corner so you won’t hear his conversation.

“Hey Nat, is everything ok?” You answer your phone.

“So sorry to ruin the date but we need you both back here immediately.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s a mission, can’t say more.”

“Fine, we'll be there as soon as possible.” You look up at Bucky just as he turns to look at you. He frowns and hangs up the call.

“Sorry Sugar, guess we’ll have to reschedule the date.”

“It’s ok.” You say as you take his hand and start walking back toward the elevator. You wrap your arms around Bucky’s midsection and rest your head against his chest. “Don’t be upset.”

“I just wanted tonight to be special. I even had a room reserved for us.”

You pull back to look at him.

“Oh really?” You give him a mischievous smirk.

“Mmhmm. I wanted you all to myself tonight.”

“We will definitely reschedule then.”

Bucky smiles and kisses you. He feels like the ring is burning a hole in his pocket. Maybe he should have asked you right before leaving the restaurant anyway.

Everyone was already in the conference room when you walked in. Lottie and Henry were in a corner with noise canceling headphones and tablets unaware of what was going on.

“Sorry for ruining your date guys.” Steve gives you an apologetic smile. “But trust me you’ll want to be here for this.”

“What’s going on?”

“As you know since the moment we found Charlotte and then Henry, Hydra has been trying to get them back. That included the trap they set up for Y/N, Sam, Clint and Nat and the one they set up for me and Steve.” Tony says as he pulls up some images on the large screen at the front of the room. “These people were responsible for developing the future winter soldier program. While most of them have died or retired, the program is still going strong. Right now their focus is getting the kids back.”

“They’ve mostly stayed underground.” Steve adds. “It’s been hard to track them but finally after all these months we have intel that they will be meeting tomorrow so we have to leave tonight if we want to get all of them.”

“If we do that, that means it’s over?”

“No one will be after the kids anymore?” You ask hopefully as you reach for Bucky’s hand.

“Exactly, we can get rid of this part of hydra for good.”

“I’ll call my dad and we can go.”

“I’m sorry but you won’t be able to go with us, Y/N.” Steve says.

“Why not?”

“Because Hydra has a hit out on you.” Tony presses a button on the remote in his hand and up pops up multiple communications from hydra officials wanting you to be dealt with. “Since you were the one to carry the kids out and the one to kill one of the highest ranking members in hydra you’ve painted a big old bullseye on your back. If you went with us well…”

You sit back and nod as you realize that they’re right. If you go on this mission it will just make it easier for hydra to try and kill you.

“Ok. I’ll stay.”

“Everyone suit up. The faster we get there the faster we can end this.”

****

“Good wuck.” Charlotte tells everyone on the team as they walk into the jet. Henry stands beside her and offers everyone high fives.

You stood not too far away from the kids and watched as everyone got on. Steve walked up and stopped next to you.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, don’t worry.” Steve places a hand on your shoulder.

“I know you will, just don’t get too reckless because I’m not there to keep my eye on you.”

Steve chuckles before giving you a quick hug and walking over to the kids. Bucky’s hands wrap around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. He presses a kiss to your shoulder as you both watch Steve hugging Lottie and Henry.

“Once this is over we can actually do things with them outside of the compound.” Bucky says.

“I’ll be making a list. They’ll be so excited when we take them out.”

“Not too excited when they start school though.”

You turn in his arms and perch your hands on his shoulders. Bucky rests his forehead against yours.

“It’s almost over.”

“Be careful out there.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tell him before giving him a kiss.

Henry and Charlotte run towards you and Bucky. He pulls away from you and grabs Henry before the latter can run into him. There are hugs and kisses for both kids before Bucky finally and reluctantly pulls away from you. With one final wave goodbye Bucky gets on the jet and you watch as it takes off.

“Alright kiddos, let's go inside.”

“Mama can habe mobie night?” Lottie asks as she takes your hand.

“That sounds like a fun idea, sweet angel. We can get in our pajamas and get our favorite snacks and watch as many movies as we can. We can even make a pillow fort in the living room. What do you say Henry?”

Henry nods. “ Can we watch Cars?”

“Of course we can.”

“Tonight is going to be awesome.”

“Yeah it is.”

After an almost 10 hour flight the team had finally made it to the facility where hydra was meeting. Bucky was anxious to get this over with and go home. Home to his family to finally start a new chapter in his life. One that would begin when you said yes to his question. He couldn’t wait for that moment.

“Gear up team, it’s time. Don’t forget the plan.” Steve says.

Everyone double checks their gear before finally starting the mission. Tony, Sam and Vision head out first as they do a fly over and lay down cover fire. The rest of the team drops down soon after while Bruce stays on the jet as back up. A small group of hydra agents fight to protect the building but it’s no use and it doesn’t take too long for the team to regroup in front of the main doors.

“Does anyone else think that was too easy?” Nat speaks up as she looks around the area.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they have all of the other agents protecting these sick sons of bitches.”

“Just be prepared and stay focused, there’s no turning back if we lose these people now we might never find them again.” Steve says. He takes his shield and hits the lock on the door handle to break it open. As soon as it’s open everyone runs in to complete their objective.

****

Every level of the building is checked and nothing. The building is practically empty with the exception of a few agents that were taken care of easily.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam says as he and Bucky walk into the control room to meet up with everyone else.

All of the monitors in the room lit up at the same time. A video of you and the kids walking through the compound halls starts playing.

“Where the hell is everyone?” Bucky asks as he looks around.

Tony and Nat begin to type furiously on some of the computers as they try to figure it out.

“Has anyone heard from command central? I’m getting radio silence.”

“It’s not radio silence.” Steve answers Nat as he realizes what’s going on. “It’s a trap, like your first mission after we found Charlotte.”

“Soldat.”

“What the fuck?”

“You should have given our assets back when you had the chance.” The voice said. “I hope you had fun playing house.”

There are several pictures of the kids playing outside from days and months prior. Bucky pulls out his phone to try and call you but there’s no connection.

“Tony please tell me you got something.”

Steve and Sam head for the doors but when they try to open them they can’t.

“We’re locked in.”

“Tony!”

“I’m trying here.” He shouts back.

“Say goodbye to your family, Soldat.” The voice says.

A missile hits the living quarters. It’s as if the air had been sucked out of the room as the team watches the compound get hit.

“No, no, no, no,no. Please tell me this isn’t real.” Bucky cries out. “It can’t be real. They’re in there.”

“We’ll figure it out, Buck, but right now we have to get out of here.”

“What if they’re gone?” Bucky watches as the footage of the explosion replays over and over again.

“Bruce, we need your help getting out of here.”

A few minutes later the building is practically destroyed as the Hulk smashes his way through. Everyone rushes to the jet. The whole flight Bucky can’t stop pacing. Steve and Sam try to calm him down but nothing works. He’s a mess and rightfully so. It takes halfway through the flight for them to finally have some type of connection to the outside world again. Bucky immediately starts to call your phone but it goes to voicemail.

By the time they finally get to the compound Bucky’s worst fears are realized when the jet lands and he sees that the compound is completely destroyed. Bucky felt his chest seize as he took in the damage. Any hope he had that you and the kids were ok is gone.

Ch. 28

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finnlers · 11 months ago

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How silly would it be if you did lee!vox hc (100% Ok if you don't want to tho :])

OH MY GOD HI YES

i love vox so much its not even funny bro wkdjwidj

OKAY LEE VOX HEADCANONS LETS GO

probably around a 8/10 on the scale imo

not a lot of people know hes tklish because hes so good at hiding it (the vees would know for sure, maybe alastor?)

near impossible to get vox to crack or admit to it, unless you already know how to get to him. in which case its all over💀

his laugh is loud, more cackling than anything

if you find a way to tease him while tkling him he starts buffering or gets all staticy

also HATES when you use "the word" when tkling him and it just drives him even more insane

very rare, but if you find a REALLY bad spot and catch him off guard, his voice gets high pitched and he glitches out for a moment(everyone who has achieved this finds it so funny and never lets him live it down)

cusses his ler out and throws insults the whole time, this guy will NOT go down without a fight

squirms and kicks like a BITCH the whole time. youre never able to keep him still for too long unless youre stronger than him

as much as he fights and argues the whole time, he knows he likes it and all the attention and it drives him bananas

he seems like a tklish arm kinda guy, running a finger up or down his arm makes him have to look away and hide a smile or a giggle

also like slightly tklish shoulders because i said so

DEFINITELY super tklish hips. 100% death spot you cant change my mind stfu

sides too i feel like would be a death spot. dont ask why idk either

also HIS TV ANTENNAS??? definitely a melt spot like come on now

sometimes his antennas get bent and stuff and one of the vees have to fix them and vox has to focus on nothing else except staying still and not laughing and he loves hates it so much (never once has he gone the whole time without squirming a little and giggling)

anyways i am in love with this tv man and i hope you guys liked reading my thoughts on the silly PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME MORE ASKS AND IT DOESNT JUST HABE TO BE HAZBIN IM ALSO OPEN TO HELLUVA BOSS OR SBI OR OTHER THINGS IVE MENTIONED BEFORE IM TRYING TO POST MORE SO PLEASE HELP ME

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velvetures · 1 year ago

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May I RQ a reader who is trying to learn their language to help them feel more comfortable, but feels insecure due to them not really being fluent? They mispronounce and misuse the slangs in context, but hopes they can make the boys see the effort they are trying to go through for them.

Lessons In Miscommunication

A/N: Hi doll, I hope you don't mind me using König for this one. I've got a lot of experience with Spanish irl, but that's not super applicable here, haha. To anyone who's German... please forgive me. 🤍 Summary: You're on comms during a mission getting a small lesson in König's language while waiting for your next orders from HQ. Things get complicated, and there's a language and culture barrier that makes things... challenging. T/W: canonical warfare, cursing, non-fluent use of German, flirting, feelings, and some other stuff probably. Not proofread, as always.

To put it simply, you didn't expect just how difficult it would be to learn a new language in your twenties. Sure the science spoke to the provable trouble you would have compared to a much younger version of yourself, but for all meaningful purposes, you really didn't think it would be this nuanced. And while Spanish, French, and other languages were of great importance, there wasn't anyone who could teach you those. The one person around was König, and he spoke German.

When you'd approached the topic nearly eight months ago, he'd been honestly shocked and surprised that you'd come to him in the first place and secondly that you thought he would be a good teacher. He was often thought of as reliable as a Colonel, but giving you suitable enough tutoring in German to be conversational was nothing short of uncharted territory for the pair of you. This made for very interesting moments in and outside of missions as well as a few times where it would've been better if you'd used an online app or something to keep from unintentionally embarrassing yourself.

Posted almost two miles away from the Colonel on a rocky outcropping overlooking a small encampment of a radical terrorist group, you laid on the hillside with a rifle and radio trying to pass the time between now and when you'd get the call to secure the site. The men and women down below were only one small stop-off point for a far larger caravan of armored trucks and a few tanks carrying supplies and weaponry toward the closest city of Almazra. It was a threat that couldn't come to fruition if the buildings and people still living there were to be left standing by the end of the week.

On the other end of the two-mile distance was König and a selected squad of men who were waiting just as impatiently as you were to not only get this mission over with but to get out of the damn desert heat. For security's sake, you knew you should be keeping the airways clear for any kind of information about the insurgent's movements, but König had insisted that this would be a perfect opportunity for you to get some practice in without losing focus of the task at hand. Your job at the moment was to keep eyes on the encampment through the lens of your sniper rifle and report anything that looked to be of importance.

König's definition of what was important could be easily debatable, yet it did ensure that you could make simple connections between real-world objects and the German words or phrases that matched. Whether or not the Colonel realized it or not, both of you had slightly gotten off the target of what you were supposed to be talking about and wandered into the more... personal aspects of things. Specifically just how bad you wanted to be home after nearly a full month away from American soil and your personal home.

"Ich habe für immer Fernweh," Your accent was certainly progressing, at least in the Colonel's mind, but he wasn't quite sure exactly what you meant by that.

"Was meinst du damit? Kannst du es dieses Mal auf Englisch sagen?"

His voice sounded a little confused and more than a tinge humored at the way you'd sounded so... formal. Even diplomatic to a degree. It was one of the more difficult parts of teaching you. Dialects, slang, and even simple English-to-German translations didn't always have a very direct or clear answer. Often it meant that you would say something with full intention and innocent honesty, and König would have to keep himself from chuckling. Most of the men he worked alongside didn't speak for one reason or another, so getting to hear at least one person -especially you- made the near and far miscommunication more than worth the effort.

Looking through your scope at a group of five sitting around a small fire, you sigh a bit, trying to think of how to explain yourself.

"I meant I'm feeling homesick," You mutter a little more quietly than necessary, almost as if saying it in English was broadcasting your secret while German somehow kept it from being found out. "What did you hear me say?"

König chuckled, his laugh vibrating in the speakers of your comm quite nicely. "You said you have wanderlust forever," You could hear him smiling from the other end. "It's okay, sometimes the words don't always mean exactly what you think they do. I had the same problem when I learned English." For a moment he paused, laughing softly again. "I still can't say Squirrel... properly."

"Vielleicht habe ich doch Lust auf etwas..." You mutter a bit frustrated and somewhat skarkily under your breath, making a small jab at wordplay not thinking that König could hear you over the radio or that he'd be more shocked to hear you say such a thing.

The radio stays silent for a long few minutes, almost tricking you into believing that you'd been safe in making your comment under your breath without any audible witnesses. Only on the other end, the Colonel was struggling between the actual meaning behind your words, the way it sounded so damn sexy... and how he was supposed to actually answer you without sounding too affected by something as simple as your voice.

"Se-Sergeant..." His voice sounded a little weak, much in the same way it did when he was in an uncomfortable social situation. "What did you just say?"

Instantly your body tensed up from fingers to toes and you felt a shock of heat roll through you. König heard you. Right away you assumed by the growl in his question that you were going to be in for some kind of punishment. Maybe even a good ass-chewing in front of the rest of the squad for saying something so easily considered lewd and totally unprofessional to utter in the presence of a superior officer. Your best bet was apologizing, and hoping he'd just let it go...

"I'm sorry, I was just frustrated and-"

His voice deepens over the radio, almost like he's got it pressed right up against his mouth. "Say it again." The command felt heavy in your stomach. "Now."

You repeated the phrase, staring through the lens of your scope with bated breath. waiting to hear what the Colonel would say in response. And the last thing you expected was to hear an almost pained sort of growling sound vibrating in your ears. It made you shiver and despite König being almost two miles away, it felt like he was breathing down your neck.

"Du klingst so hübsch, wenn du das sagst..." A noticeable static over the radio took your attention, but when it didn't get worse you had the mental capacity to translate what König said word by word until you had the full sentence running through your head.

The time between his praise and your response was nearly indistinguishable between seconds and years. Had it not been for you watching your targets moving in real-time through your scope, you would've thought the whole world had come to a stuttering halt in anticipation of your response. Yet it seemed that the world still had to do other important things which included bringing the key turning point of this mission right to your front door with the sudden sound of an approaching squad tailing the convoy of insurgents giving information and callouts for how to proceed forward. Of those, orders for König and his men to begin working down the side of the mountain to intercept the meeting of the convoy and the small ground sitting in tents around a high-burning fire.

"Ich werde später herausfinden, wie hübsch man klingen kann, wenn man schmutzige Dinge auf Deutsch sagt." The Colonel's voice growled lowly, almost threatening in a sense.

There was no telling what would happen after the mission ended and there wasn't a threat of being shot or failing to secure Almazra. What you could count on was König finding you and testing out his theory of all the things you could say in his language they may or may not have been provocative - on purpose or not. Something in your body shivered in delightful nervousness and anticipation of just how he planned on getting that kind of information out of you. A couple of ideas swirled in your mind, but the movement of the incoming convoy didn't allow you the luxury of daydreaming about your Colonel or how your mistaken words and German lessons had landed you here.

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