#i love him to DEATH
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perenians · 4 days ago
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on the subject of gale's relationship with love, i find it curious when he says, "to know that you love me for the man i am and not the magic i command—none have loved me so purely before."
it's tempting to jump to the conclusion that gale has never felt loved for who he is, but like...magic was such a large part of his identity for his entire life. he has never been without his magic. perhaps it was impossible for him to even think of anyone loving him without it.
loving gale as he is when you meet him was simply incomprehensible to him, i think. he was no less of a scholar, but as a wizard he had fallen from mystra's graces as her chosen to being a near-powerless recluse in a tower with only a tressym for company. like damn if that isn't a blow to the ego. and yet you're in love with this version of him—just gale, with none of the pomp and glory of Gale of Waterdeep.
none have loved him as he is because he had never been without his magic, and he's always defined himself, first and foremost, by his magical prowess. with you on the road, tadpole in his head and thoroughly underbathed, he hadn't even the power that he did at five years old, and yet you love him anyway? you love him as he is, not as the competent wizard but as the man, gale dekarios, and i think that's just...eye-opening for him.
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charmac · 8 months ago
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Charlie's reaction to accidentally seeing @macdenlover's fanart on my home screen.
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nemesyaaa · 5 months ago
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THIS JJ CAN'T DIE SVP 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿
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HE WAS SO HOT. THE REAL FARMHAND BOI. HIS HAIRSTYLE, HIS LOOK, HIS FACE FEATURES😚✨
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE !!!<3
i dont think ive ever related to a character more than i relate to him and ... oh well , i dont have enough words to explain my perpetual love for him . but thank u for being my favorite mentally ill fictional ( whyy) kin.
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velvet-paradox · 2 months ago
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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Virgin!König x Female reader Summary: König finally meets his match. Length: Long (idk what's gotten into me with these but you are welcome) Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, virginity loss, kissing, (protected) p in v, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!
He's panicking.
He can practically hear his hair growing, his pants are too tight, his hands are getting that weird kind of clammy he gets when he's about to take aim. He's beginning to sweat and is currently now wondering if wearing a white button up was the right choice.
He already stands out.
Of course he does. And not just by height alone, not to mention the weight his body carries, how broad his shoulders are. Also the crisp mask that covers his face and drapes around his shoulders is a dead give away. He slouched a little to make room for the chattering couple headed over to get their seats, giving him shy smiles but he knows their whispering about him. Their always whispering about him. Maybe he should just leave, get out of dodge, mention he's not feeling well, which is only partially true.
He's so sick with nerves. His anxiety meter is about explode.
….
Months of talking, letters sent over state, county, and country lines. You even had his SAT phone number just in case! It felt silly at first, he hid the frequent Pen Pal flyer that hung amongst other such distractions at the base. There were plenty of names to choose from with just a sprinkle of information.
Rhys was 26, worked in IT, loves video games. Tegan 32, makes and sells seashell earrings. Statler, 38, enjoyed hiking and the outdoors. Nate, 33, was a fisherman, Trout specificity. His blue eyes scanned the sheet until one name stood out to him for some reason.
He started writing to you immediately and he couldn't seem to stop. After the third letter exchange you gave him your social handles and phone number. God he was so nervous to hit the call button, but he was pleased when you answered after the first ring.
He'd get a tingly feeling in his gut when his civie phone would ping, a well sought out and selected little chime that singled you out from the rest. It took him hours to find just the right sound that not only would remind him of you but one so defined that if he were to hear it he'd jump out of bed immediately. It didn't even have to be a selfie to get him smiling, a simple good morning handsome would suffice.
'How's your day going so far?'
'I'm proud of you.'
'Oh the praise!'
You threw buckets of it at him and he gobbled it up with glee. He was curious how well he could conduct himself in person. Hopefully not bust in his jeans like some degenerate.
He'd be lying if it didn't get him hard though, his thick cock pulsing from your honest affirmations, holding and biting the hem of his shirt as he jerked off.
Coming to the niceties that would fall from your lips.
"Come on, come on. I'm right there, oh you look so cute. Bet you give great hugs, fuck, to feel you against me. Oh god!"
He couldn't help it.
It made him feral, groaning your name only made him work and twist his fist even tighter, even harder. He felt a little guilty though, this was your first time meeting in person and he'd already jerked off to the thought of you twice this week alone.
The theatre was getting filled up rather quickly as he sat at the top, next to the stairs so he could survey the area. It was better to have your back against the wall than to be vulnerable and in sight. Combat has taught him that very early on.
He looked down at his watch, 7:24. The movie was to start soon but where were you? Was this a joke to you, was he the joke? Were you standing him up. Were you out with someone else? Maybe you were ashamed to be seen with the likes of him. Maybe this was a bad idea-
"König!" He looked started until he saw you at the bottom of the stairs, excitedly waving as you ran up the stairs, two at time once you got closer. Excusing yourself to others finding seats. He stood to show you he'd saved you a seat, certainly inot excpecting you to jump at him, into his arms. Luckily for the both of you he's got incredible reflexes.
"You're bigger than I thought!" You exclaimed when he set you down.
Looking over your pretty sundress, with its' delicate floral patterns and pastel shade beneath. Your sneakers were bright and looked fresh right out of the box.
"I get that a lot. Um, here, I have saved you a seat."
"You mean iyou're not my seat?"
Oh dear!
You giggled and told him you were only joking, he wouldn't have minded really but he was unsure how you'd feel about feeling him half-hard already from seeing you, smelling your perfume that he hoped would last throughout the night. Possibly linger on his clothes long after you split.
You wiggled down in the saved spot, looping your arm through his chatting away before the lights dimmed down and the trailers emerged on the screen.
During the film he feels you breathing, wiggling and bumping up against his arm. You're so distracting even though you staring forward and not at him like he's looking at you. You smell so nice, your skin is soft and in the brighter scenes on the screen he can see down the front of your dress. He had to correct himself twice. No fucking staring, big man!
"So! What did you think?" you ask joyfully as you left the theater, still attached to his arm.
He would actually have an answer if he weren't watching you for most of the movie. So he shrugs and gives hopefully a somewhat honest answer.
"I liked it." He didn't have a lack of restriction when you mentioned your favorite movie was getting a long awaited sequel and that it would be in theaters by the time he got back from deployment.
"I think it held up quite nicely, I'm glad they went the route they did. Rumor had it they were just gonna' recycle the same old script and mix some junk in there for flavor. Wait, we didn't get any snacks, you've gotta' be starving, you didn't eat any popcorn or candy!"
" 'm alright, Y/N."
"Are you sure? There's a nice little diner just down the road a bit. I'll even feed you if you want." Your face lights up with a smile and a wink and König is blushing all over beneath his hood. How could he say no to that?
You idid in fact feed him a few bites of your biscuits and gravy, he'd seen it before but was always turned off by the fact he may not enjoy the combination. So he he stuck to his usual soft scramble eggs platter they offered. The gravy wasn't bad.
"So how many dates have you been on? I imagine one sees 'experienced military' gets you a fair share of dinners and phone numbers."
König choked on his coffee under the mask. He set the cup down but kept his hands around the mug for warmth. "Uh… you are actually my first."
"Really? Of the week?" You enquired sweetly.
He shook his head. "Nein."
"Ohhhh of the month?"
Again he shook his head.
"Of the year?" You asked, tilting your head.
"Of forever. You are my first date, officially."
"EVER?!" you quickly covered your mouth and smiled at him across the checkerboard table top. "I'm your first date?! Talk about pressure! Now I really gotta' step up and show you a good time. Can't have you going around destroying my reputation."
His brows creased behind the mask. "You have a reputation?"
"No but it would be pretty neat if I did!" Your laugh made his stomach lurch and for the first time, in a very long time, he might actually be a little happy.
"Are we going for a walk now?" König asked once outside the diner, the air had cooled off a bit which was a relief because your flirting and smiling face was making him hot beneath the collar. Fingers and toes crossed he wasn't visibly sweating.
"Oh. Do you want to?"
"Is that not what you're supposed to do?"
"I mean you can. There's no rules."
"That's what they do in the movies." König pondered out loud. He'd seen in done so many times he just thought 'oh I'm going on a date, eat dinner, then walk around for a bit'. No harm in that really. Now he felt embarrassed and kind of ticked off that he'd had that logged away in his memory for so many years.
"We can walk, there's a park with a pond behind those trees over there."
Before he can stuff his shame back into his pocket, he's being yanked across the street, dodging some traffic and a dog that should have been on a leash.
It was nice. He didn't have to think so much, you were taking the lead which was refreshing. You weren't scared of him, or threatened by his size. He dwarfed your body easily, no questions asked. Used to orders from the higher ups, though a colonel himself, he was raised on a routine, strict guidelines to follow correctly. With you, even for this first initial date, he was so attracted to you, so much so that he allowed you to drag his weight around the park.
"Maybe next time I could cook for you. Would you like that?" You asked, strolling along the cobblestones. The branches swaying in the warm night air. Petals from some rose bushes had fallen around the base of the bush like a halo.
His heart surged. "There is going to be a next time?"
"I hope so."
"I wasn't sure if maybe you were taking pity on me."
"I'm not like that. I'm having a good time with you. You're safe with me ya' know?" You stopped and held his hand, using it for leverage to pull yourself up to stand on a park bench. You were closer now, your eyes bright and face aglow. He was in trouble. Even more so when you placed your hands on his shoulders, he walked closer and smiled when you hugged him again.
He plucked one of the roses out from the bush and kept it hidden behind his back while you walked around a bit more before parting ways. The way you squealed with delight, how cheeky you got, how you inhaled the given rose made him smile. He hadn't felt like this before.
….
"What's got you in a mood?" Simon asked once he was back on base. The lieutenant shared an on-suite room with him, just coming back from the showers by the looks of it. König had maybe done a little spin once in the safety of his room.
"Nothing, L.T." König slipped the movie stub into his keep sake box. Locked of course, inside held his personal belongings, his passports, SAT phone, all your letters and a few polaroid's you'd taken.
"Ah, you can't hid nothin' from me, colonel. I know ye' too well, yer jus' like me." Simon finished shaking out his wet blonde hair like a dog, watching him lock the box with the key.
"I am nothing like you Simon, the only things we have in common are military backgrounds and close in height." König snorted.
"That's what you think! So where were ya'?"
"I had a date, thank you very much." König admitted and by the gafwed noise Simon made, maybe he should have kept his big mouth shut. Because now Ghost was wild eyed and begging for gossip, sitting down next to him on his bed, getting water everywhere. He'd have to change out his sheets now.
"You on a date, sir? I can't wrap my head aroun' that!"
"She's nice and funny and I didn't have to think so much. No jumping through hoops with this one, she's direct and very easy on the eyes. And she wants to cook for me." König couldn't help it, once he got going telling Simon little pieces about you, Simon turned into mush, collecting these little nuggets like breadcrumbs.
"Cook for you? Hot damn, König, you must've made some impression."
"Ja, I guess I did."
"So what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. I just, I am not experienced in this, talking phase or dating, relationships. That sort of thing is in the unknown to me. I barely have any friends, no romantic affairs, no wild tales of my youth. You know me, I signed up the moment I could. All I know is this," König exclaimed, gesturing to their barrack room. Cold and lonely, nothing cozy about the place. Just beige, white and cement. No color. Drab. "What if that's not enough for a woman like her?"
"Look man, I don't know this bird but what I do know is this," Simon clapped him on the back twice. "You had a successful date, mission complete. You're about to get a free dinner out of a lovely gal and who knows, she likes you this much to cook for ya'. I'd say you're enough."
He thought about that all night. Hung up his white shirt, after inhaling it when Simon left, smiling into the crisp fabric because your scent was faintly there. Was he enough? He worried a hole into the ceiling, laying there in his sweats and socks.
You texted him that you had gotten home safe, sending a quick picture of yourself holding the rose to your face. He stared at it for little longer before closing his eyes.
….
"I'm sorry to break it to you boys, but we've been called into action. Boots on the ground, simple recon. I know I know. Hit me with it already," Captain John Price announced a few days later in the debriefing room. His statement was met with groans of disappointment, sighs of defeat. They just gotten back to base, couldn't they found a better, eager group of recruits for a recon? Even the colonel let out a huff, tapping his foot against the table. "Two days time and we head out. Dismissed."
König bit at the inside of his cheek the whole way back to his room, taken away from you yet again. He grabbed his phone and pulled up your contact photo. It always gave him pause when he saw you now, your face, make up or bare. The one he chose was you fresh out of the shower in your bathroom, soft, wet, supple skin. Little drops of water clung to your neck. You were smiling, no teeth, cheeks high and with a wink you snapped it just for him. This one was nowhere to be found on any of your socials and that made him feel a little better. You did like him, enjoy his company.
"Hey, are you busy?" He'd asked when you picked up right away, dogs barking in the background as you told Barkley to 'cool his jets!'.
Whatever that meant. You were dog sitting for a friend for a few days, you did that fairly often as you had a whole camera reel of you playing with him, laying around, posing. Barkley is very photogenic.
"Nope, just at the dog park, why? What's up?"
"Do you think I uh, maybe I could stop by. I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh? Yeah sure, I'll just uh, send you my location. We'll see you soon König! Say bye Barkley!"
To König's surprise the dog did in fact bark back.
You lived in a beautiful brownstone building close by, off street parking, lots of trees and a decorated stoop. The top step had a decent chunk missing on the left side. He turned off his bike, flipping open the visor as he looked for your apartment number on the buzzer. The door unlocked and up the stairs he went, second floor, third door in the middle. He only knocked once before you were there, opening the door and trying your hardest of keep Barkley from escaping.
"Sorry, he's kinda' wound up. Got himself a pretty good stick, he's very proud of himself."
König had to duck to get inside, like most places, door frames were not made for men the size of small houses. He took off his helmet and kept it tucked under his arm. Barkley, your two year old Doberman slid into the hallway, holding said stick in his mouth.
Barkley stopped short and tilted his head to the side, bright white teeth started to unfurl.
"Barkley, no. We like him, he's my special friend, okay?"
"Might be the mask." König chuckled, his heart beating a little bit faster, he carefully pulled it off and held it out to the pet. I'm her 'special' friend, he thought gleefully. He didn't even recognize what he'd just done until he looked up at you, blinking quietly, shocked.
"What?"
"You just… you just took off your mask." You sounded almost breathless, slowly pointing at him.
Oh no!
König went to quickly put it back on but in his haste and excitement Barkley snatched it with his teeth and ran into the living room.
"Get back here you silly thing!" You shouted and followed him, he could hear you tussling and trying to negotiate with Barkley while König freaked out in the kitchen. How could he have let this happen? What had gotten into him? Just exposed his face to civilian, a woman he was actually interested in? Oh this was bad, so vary bad. What if you thought he looked like a monster, turned off by his exterior? He'd never live with himself!
A little out of breath but smiling you popped in, joining him at the counter.
"Sorry about that, cutie. He's been in a playful mood all day." You were holding out the mask with one hand and covering your eyes, head turned to the side.
What did you call him?
He took it and hastily slipped it back on, righting it so he could actually see.
"Better?" You asked and took a little peek, making sure he had put the streaked cloth back on to his head.
"Much."
"I mean it though; you are a cutie. I mean, I knew you would be, but seeing your bare face, sheesh. Could've warned a girl, huh?" You lightheartedly sighed, fixed your shirt and bit bumped into his shoulder on purpose, resting your head there, looking up at him with those eyes, those lashes. He never wanted to kiss someone so much as he did right then.
"You actually… you think I'm cute?" He blushed something fierce, from the base of his neck, to the cartilage of his ears, he was burning up.
"Uh huh. Just like you think I'm cute."
"You… oh no, nein nein, you are… spectacular. I could write poetry about you! A muse. I don't know how this happened but, you came to me like a siren in the night, calling out to me to rest at your shore. Surely you might drown me, a risk I am willing to take. But instead you took pity on me, let me go after luring me into your clutches."
"Wow. That's uh, that's some high ass praise. I don't think anyone has ever been that excited about me before." You squeezed his arm, he could feel your pulse, the added warmth.
"Well they were all fools then."
"Yeah, I guess so." You stared at each other, not saying a word, just looking. Usually König couldn't stand eye contact, only to his superiors, had to give them recognition and attention of course. But this was the longest he'd looked at someone this long. It didn't feel as jittery as he was used to. Eyes flickering over each other, mapping out your face, the shape of your ears, the curve of your mouth. Which was soon turning into a smile.
"You said you had something to tell me."
"Oh! Right right, um, sorry. I know I just got back but, according to this morning I'll be MIA again."
It hurt to say it, to know he'd be gone from you once you two had hit it off so well, it stung when your face dropped and you looked away from him. It burned like hell when you pulled away.
"You just got here!"
"I know but what the captain says goes." König shrugged.
"Gimmie' his number."
"What?"
"Your captain! I oughta' give him a piece of my mind for this. I finally find a decent guy, we have crazy chemistry and he's just gonna' steal you away again? uh uh, not on my watch!"
Concern quickly left when you broke out in hysterics, doubling over with laughter, pushing his arm playfully. Clearly Barkley's energy was rubbing off on you!
"Don't worry König," you grinned. "I'll be here when you get back."
….
The three day recon had turned quickly sour and was now on its' 6th consecutive day. The target was being moved around at all hours of the day and once they thought they had gotten their man, they were a step and a half behind. Tedious work.
In the safehouse, face lit up by his phone screen he waited for those little dots to convert into text.
'I miss you, I hope you're being safe out there. Weather has been messy back home. Did you find an apartment you like yet? Not saying you have to but my building has a FOR RENT sign up!'
'Oh we would be so close'
'you mean neighbors :)'
The thought of living off base, not having to share a room with Simon any longer would be a real treat. Moving would be a breeze, he could always buy a pull out couch if he wanted. He didn't pack much and was not actually too sentimental, until recently that is.
You picked him up from the base, waiting patently by your car when he exited the helo, duffel over his shoulder in his gear. He smiled behind the hood at you waving to him wildly with both hands, as if he could ever miss your beaming face.
"Hiya cutie! Thought I'd surprise ya'. You look massive in uniform, damn!"
He maybe blushed a little as the rest of the company walked past. "I missed you terribly, my dear." König happily lifted you off your feet in an embrace. "I can't stop thinking about you."
"Me either. Have you got stuff to do here or do you wanna' come home with me?"
Home? With… you.
He swallowed, seeing Ghost give him a thumbs up as he walked by. The FOR RENT sign should have been flashing neon lights at him as he rode passenger, holding his things in his thick lap as you pulled in front. Second floor, third door from the middle; he remembered. He also took a mental note of the phone number to call if interested.
"I know you probably don't have--"
"One sec!"
You held up a finger and ran into your bedroom, you came back with a small container. You had taken the time, the care to make him a little treat. How thoughtful. You had remembered what soap he mentioned he liked, preferred body oil to lotion, too sticky. A fresh pair of shampoo and conditioners, face wash. You were taking care of him.
You smiled up at him, presenting it to him. "For you."
"For me? You did not have to do any of this." He said, noticing there were fresh washcloths and an exfoliating cloth.
"I know. I wanted to. You know if case you stay over sometimes."
"You um want me to sleep over? In your space?"
"When you're ready."
After using your shower, incredible water pressure he thought, he toweled off and decided to keep his face bare. Tossing the mask, along with his uniform into a pile on top of his duffel bag.
Something smelled delicious when he came around the corner, you had an apron on over your skirt and top, your legs looked amazing in those pantyhose. The thought of shredding them lingered in his brain hours later. The quick inhale of your breath when you saw his face again, the cute little grin, the way your mouth twitched. How you continued to call him cutie.
"You went through all this trouble, there must be something I can do." König sighed as you gathered up the plates.
"It's not a problem König, I enjoy cooking. It's my love language I guess." You said with a shrug, sure of yourself as you rinsed them off a bit before adding them to your dishwasher. If the apartment(s) for rent in your building were anything like this, he would have made the score of a lifetime! A gorgeous woman interested in him, doting on him, cooking for him, calling him cute… and to not deal with Simon.
He'd hit the lottery!
"If you want to do something in return," you sang, wiping off your hands and took his in yours. "You can snuggle me on the couch. Deal?"
Deal.
He'd thought about it for months, how he would hold you in his arms, craddle you there, play with your hair, the hem of your shirt. To smell you, to feel you. Touch you. He would be lying if he hadn't dreamt up a life with you. He was, after all, getting of that settling down phase of his life.
You had the plushiest of blankets draped over the back of your couch that you dragged over you two once you got comfortable. Leaning against his side, tucked beneath his armpit. He was greatful he had an extra set of clothes in that bag of his, because laying against his unifomr, 6 days of sweat and grim would inot be ideal.
He drummed his fingers over your shoulder, you are so warm, he thought, even more so when you laced your much smaller fingers with his.
"I'm not, I'm not as experienced as you might think." He said suddenly, before you got the chance to see him grimace.
"I know. You said I was your first date."
"Ja, you were. In fact, if you desired, you would be my first; everything."
He got a little nervous when you stayed quiet before turning your head up against his shoulder, touching his jaw. "Everything?"
"Well, I once held a girls' hand and she got grossed out because I got all clammy, she made me so nervous! I did not know what to do." König expressed.
"That's ok. You're fine."
"You mean, you're… you're not weirded out by that?"
"No way, cutie. If you want, we can take easy steps. Remember what I told you on our first date?" You smiled, what a wonderful smile, and patted his cheek, thumbing over the bone. "You are safe with me, I meant it then and I mean it now."
"What do you mean by easy steps?"
"Well, we can hold hands like this or we can kiss, we can make out, you can touch me if you want."
"Do you want me to? Touch you that is."
You snorted out a laugh and faced him on the couch, sad that your body heat was leaving him wanting more. Come back here hase!
"Not to be a little perv, but what I want you to do to me, is a lot more than just touching."
"Like what?"
"Ah, curiosity killed the cat you know? um, let's see." You pondered, tapping your chin before giving a full answer. "I want to kiss you, all over. And I mean all over, I want to learn your body, what you like what you don't like. Good and bad touches. I want to your hold your hand over my heart so you can feel how much I want you. I also want you to learn me as well, feel me, inside and out. Taste me."
God that sounded amazing. How he had wanted the same, had dreamt about it, had stroked his cock to it. Watching porn, situations he wanted to be in with you. All the positions he knew and maybe more than you knew, that you could teach him. Oh the possibilities!
But then…
"What if I'm not good at it?"
"That's what practice is for silly!" You bopped him on the nose.
"You mean this wouldn't be like a --"
"One time thing? Heavens no! König, I see you as my boyfriend. We're in a relationship."
A relationship. He's your boyfriend. You his lady. Jackpot indeed!
"Simon is definitely going to give me shit for that, first relationship and I'm almost 40!"
"There is no rush. People make such a big deal out of sex and relationships when its' really not that complicated. Either you do it or don't. You're either turned on by the idea or the intimacy, or you can go without. No two people are the same. Look, if you want like a routine or itinerary, I know you're used to that, I could come up with a game plan. Get you prepared."
"You would do that for me?"
"König, I would do anything for you."
….
Back on base he pulled up his tablet, excited, giddy with the potential of being intimate with you. He didn't even have time to jerk off, instead his mind was a cluster fuck of what you had in store for him. How exciting! You had quickly made a checklist of sorts, he was eager to punch each line, each owrd, each iactivity into his tablet.
Now this he could work with.
He even made time to call up your landlord, leaving a message after hours.
He was going to know your body like coordinates and that, for whatever reason, made sense and excited him even further. His pants getting a bit tight as he laid on his bed.
What Y/N enjoys (FOR YOUR EYES ONLY CUTIE ;p )
Hitting all the bases
The good, the bad, the absolutely NOT
You were thorough, giving just enough information as he logged it all in. Only hiding his evidence as if it were pornography when Simon popped into the room, unannounced, tossing him a stolen cinnamon roll. His favorite.
"Now are you sure? We don't have to do anything." Your voice was even as you two sat on your couch, he'd been excited when you suggested sitting in his lap. Eager to feel you against him, you sat across his large thighs, kicking and rubbing your feet against the cushions in anticicpation.
"I'm positive. Green." He nodded several times, holding on to your side. His fingers twitched when you lifted off the mask, you smiled and booped him on the end of his nose.
"Ready?"
"Here goes." König voiced, though it sounded more like he was talking to himself then to you.
He closed his eyes, tried not to squeeze them so tight, but dammit if this wasn't nerve wracking! He's a grown man, he's been to war, has seen carnage and gore. Has had a lot of it on his own hands, under his nails, stained clothing, broken bones. Scars, some self made, most of the others had been fought for. That, oh he could do that stuff in his sleep but this… being vulnerable, not in his repertoire.
He puckered up and you snickered. "What are you doing?"
His blue eyes opened in a panic. "What? I thought we were going to kiss."
"Well, yeah, we are but not like that. That's some Hollywood mumbo jumbo. A kiss needs to be felt out like, like this." You held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes softly, and tilted your head. With your eyes looking down at his mouth he felt your lips against his own, plump and warm. Ghosting them there before you shut your eyes and pressed your mouths together.
Oh, that's nice.
He breathed you in, fingers relaxing on your ribs as you started to move your mouth now, opening your lips a little wider, taking his top one solely into your mouth. You hummed and pressed your body against him before pulling back a few inches.
"See, like that. That's just a basic--"
König surged forward then, kissing you a little harder, taken aback but not unwarranted you met him kiss for kiss, smacking against one another. You made him jolt when you licked the seam of his lips, on instinct, and because it kind of tickled, but he let you in. Tasting him, his tongue seemed to know what to do as you made out. You pulled back once more, out of breath and smiling.
"You're a fast learner. Pretty damn good at it too, you're a natural."
You mused and kissed him one more time.
Learning the bases was pretty straightforward and simple.
First base, was already established. Second wasn't as trembling of a thought when you guided his hands when he faltered. You wore a dress this time, laid back on your bed, ankles crossed as he laid next to you, mapping out your body.
Your neck was soft under his calloused palm, your collar, he froze when all he wanted to do was hold your breast. You sat up enough on to your elbows for him to do so.
"Go on, give my girls' a good squeeze." You winked and smirked when he followed orders. They were soft and supple in his large hands, the noise you made urged him further, smoothing over your stomach, your thighs. God your thighs, he thought. How plush and how nice they would feel around his waist, around his head.
"That's it König, you're doing such a good-- oh!" You snapped your mouth shut when he covered your entire mound with his hand, feeling you pulse and twitch. He smiled and leaned down for a kiss.
"Color? Can I look?"
"Fuckin' green all the way. You can do more than look, hot stuff!"
Oh did he look. Eyes paying close attention to you pulling off your panties, tossing them off the edge of your bed, spreading your legs as he moved into a sniper position.
Not only did he look but he touched, moving your legs apart, smiling to himself that he could see a line of arousal leaking down your slit. iI did that! I did that! Your body pulsed around him, made him feel dizzy with need. Your pussy is so pretty, he thought.
Or at least he thought he only said to himself.
"Well thanks."
"Mind if I--"
"I told you green, cutie. She won't bite." Your chuckle disappeared into an inhale when he started to touch you, feel you, the whines you made were making the man rock hard, his skin was too tight and this was the best decision he'd made in a long fucking time.
You came around his fingers twice when you showed him what you liked, knuckle deep in your cunt, soothing your engorged bundle of nerves, he even snuck in a kiss or two. The way you showed him how to massage the sensitive skin around, how you liked to make a V with fingers, displaying the tender meat of your cunt.
"Oh baby that's it! That's it!"
….
"You're moving quite fast, König." Simon said on his last evening at the base, emptying the already sparse on-suite room. He had all of his belongings, except for a bed, in only 3 standard issue duffels.
"For the last time, Riley, I am moving into the same building as Y/N, not in with her."
"Still! You barely know the bird." Simon tried to reason, watching König move about the room, making sure he didn't leave anything of importance behind.
"I know enough Simon, enough to get me out of this linen closest next to your snoring ass."
"It's not that bad!"
"Simon; these walls are cement, why can I hear you breathing? Got yourself a real problem. Should get that checked out asap."
Ghost rolled his eyes and König chuckled. "Just so you know I am taking over your room as soon as you leave base. More room for me then! No take backs' either!"
"Have it big man, I'll see you around."
You weren't just some woman he just met, not a toy like Johnny liked to call his little bunk bunnies. You were his girlfriend, still a shocker to say it out loud. König has a little lady of his own.
The move in was easy, he'd ordered a new bed online. He slept at your place until it came, as a housewarming gift, you got him his first candle of the season and silk pillowcases that you absolutely swore by.
You two tested it out, bouncing on it after an impromptu pillow fight that landed you in his lap. His eyes never left yours as you tossed one of the pillows away, sitting on him.
"Is this okay?" You asked and must've seen the twitch on his faintly scarred bottom lip.
"You're perfect." His breath came out lighter than usually, had more of soft ring to it.
Your pretty face lit up, practically glowing before leaning down to kiss him. Gently, touching his face, over his arms, his hands finding purchase on your hips. He breathed you in, molding himself to you.
"Open your mouth baby."
He groaned and listened, the feeling of your tongue slipping into his mouth. Tangling together, the noises you made were fantastic, rolling your hips against his. One hand moved up under your shirt, feeling your back, you wiggled further into him.
Baby still sounded so foreign, he had never been one to be made to feel small. Hell, he was 5'11 in the fifth grade! But the way you sighed it or moaned it, he did feel softer. Lighter.
König boldly sat up, holding you close and pulled back, looking over your spit slicked lips. "Take off your clothes." Even bolder still, he held your eye contact. Your left eye twitched.
"Are you sure?"
It was his turn to cup your face, tilting his head, brushing his lips over yours. "Ja, I want to. I want to do this with you."
"Color system?"
"Ja, sounds good to me."
Like a sly fox, you backed your way out of his lap, standing between his legs. He watched you undress, peeling down your leggings one at a time. A glimpse of your lace red underwear. You then peeled your top off. Oh dear, it was a matching set! König licked his lips, his heart going to battle with his ribcage as you grinned and climbed back into his lap. His favorite shade.
"It's your lucky night baby. I just picked these out last night."
"You planned to show me these ? How did you know I would be ready?"
"I didn't!" He watched your heaving chest, breasts so close to his face he could smell your sweat and perfume, intoxicating him further. "I just knew I wanted to buy it to wear for you."
"You are going to be the death of me. You look like a dream."
"I'm a real vision, huh?" You chuckled and kissed him again.
He couldn't believe this was finally happening, you took your time. Letting him slide down the straps of your new bra, mouthing over your neck and collar. You huffed out a breath and unclasped it, peeling it away to expose your upper half.
"You alright?" You asked, he went deaf for a moment looking at your tits, right in front of his face. He blinked blearily up at you, hands on his shoulders.
"Again, my dear, you are perfect." He cupped them, urged on by your hands over his own, giving them a squeeze. You inhaled his name when he leaned forward, taking an already pebbled nipple into his mouth. Lapping at the taste of you, your hands in his hair as he tasted your skin. He treated the other same, indulging as he went on.
"Green?" He asked and you nodded.
He rolled you onto your back, his pants were getting uncomfortable and he soon felt overly dressed. His room was bare, save for the new bed and sheets, a sturdy nightstand and his belongings still mostly in those duffels but it felt right. To have you here, reaching out for him once he was out of his pants.
Your legs opened for him, fitting himself in between there, rocking side to side to fit.
"Condoms?"
"I have some in the nightstand." König reached over you, fumbled around for a bit until he grabbed the unopened box.
"This should be plenty."
You rolled your head over to see a larger than expected box, giggling beneath him. "You planning on a marathon there, tiger? Goodness!"
"Well I wanted to be prepared! Is that so wrong?"
"No, cutie. I'm just givin' you shit is all," you brushed back his hair, looking at him so sweetly, moving your hips just so, the lace of your underwear felt disgustingly good against the crotch of his boxers. "Do you want me to suck you off first?"
He went rigid, the thought of your beautiful mouth on his dick, laced with spit and pre-cum, slipping in and out of your mouth… he was grateful in that moment that he had decided to jerk off in the shower that morning. Can't be running around with you with a loaded gun.
"Maybe after." König sucked in a breath when you slipped a hand between your bodies, groping over his groin, rock fucking hard for you. "I'm so ready for you I think I might bust from that alone."
"What an ego boost." You breathed out, low and full of lust. He'd never heard you sound like that and it was because of him. Because he made you feel that way, desire licked behind your eyes and you bit your lip. "You are so hard right now!"
"I'm always hard for you." König admitted, kissing you, enjoying your hands in his hair, tugging lightly at his scalp. He hoped you would do it a little harder once he was finally inside you.
With a grin you dug your nails into his shoulder, "Whenever you're ready, tiger. I'm all yours."
König eagerly rubbed you through your panties, wetness forming on the pads of his fingers, circling your clit like you had taught him a few weeks ago. He moved them aside as you kissed, gasping into your mouth when you moved a bit, his weight on you welcomed with wide and open arms.
You tugged at his shirt. "Take this off, baby. Wanna' see you."
"Uh it's a little iffy under there." König hung his head against your own.
"Baby," you crooned rubbing your thumbs over his chin. "I want all of you. You're safe with me, remember?"
"There's just a lot goin' on under this shirt." His laugh held little to no humor, scars of old, past battles.
"Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, my dear. I just… only my company has seen me shirtless. Their used to what messes can be made in combat."
"Well," you started. "It's up to you, but I'm telling you right now, I will love all of your stripes. No matter where they came from."
König couldn't kiss you harder or fast enough, fucking his tongue into your mouth would soon become a favored past time, he thought. You whined against him, wrapping your hands around his thick forearms. He gave your pussy a few taps, mewling into his wanting mouth.
He pulled down your panties, your little feet kicking them away so you lay naked beneath him, panting and begging for him. Pleading. He leaned heavy to one side, shimming out of his boxers, tore open and rolled the condom on like he'd practiced. He panted above you, blue eyes taking in your pretty face, fuck you were pretty. And his lady. And next thing he knew he was grabbing at the back of his t-shirt, yanked it off his head.
"You want all of me, ja?"
"Yes baby, every inch."
He groaned at that and like so many videos he's watched in his lifetime, been told tall tales, Soap's escapades, Simons' late nights, Horangi's notch list, Prices' black book, he lined himself up with your leaking entrance.
"Green?" He dare ask.
You answered with a smile and a nod.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the first plunge, he took time to let you adjust to his size. He knew he was thick, didn't want to hurt you at all. God forbid. You whined and looked down at where he was ever so carefully inching inside you, your pussy so warm and tight and he thanked fuck again that he had gotten one off before this. This was incredible, being inside you, becoming one, jointed together.
"Oh baby, yes!" You keened, lifting your legs to rest at his ribs, knees digging into the bones.
"Oh fuck you feel…this is… holy shit ja. Fuck this is good, so so good."
König had to adjust himself several times, listening to your body, watching your expressions, your words. The way you arched into his touch, his hands groping over you thighs, kissing your neck, beginning to thrust, lightly, into you. He still took his time but fucks sake, he'd never felt this good in his life.
"Fuck yes, ho-how do you feel baby?" You asked, rubbing his arms that caged you in, locking fingers together as you moved with him.
"I feel like I could fight god."
"And win-- oh hah fuck, oh whatever you're doing keep doing that!"
Your laugh turned into a cry out, you raised your head again watching him pump himself inside you, stroke after stroke you took his thick cock like a champ. You moved one hand down and started rubbing your clit, matching moan for moan with you, the sounds of your sex pounded in both of your ears. He grunted your name, holding the crown of your skull, hissed through his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut as you came with a shout.
"You're so pretty so fucking pretty, my dear."
"Oh my god you feel so good, I want you. I want you so badly."
"You 'ave me, all of me."
Your hands on his skin, touching his scars, vulnerable but willing. Giving and taking, his throbbing cock was driving you mad. You whimpered, tossing your head from side to side, biting your fingers when he pulled out, smearing your mixed arousal over your cunt. He even tapped it a few times before slipping back in with a low groan.
"Ohhh tiger, fuck this is good. Should've done this sooner."
"You sound so pretty too, Oh fuck-- can you, can you pull my hair a little."
A fucked out grin greeted him in between kisses, grabbing up at his reddish hair.
You licked your lips, his chin, your free hand reaching up and wrapping around his throat was so nice, he actually whined.
"Oh baby, you are fucking me so good. You were made for me, huh? Huh, tiger? Hollowing me out, making room for you inside my pussy? I am so wet I can hear it. Can you hear how good you're making me feel? Oh my god."
"Oh fuck!"
You were right, the squelching, the slap of skin on skin, how desperate you two were for one another was downright perverse. He could feel you pulsing, pulling him in like the tide. You fucked your tongue into his mouth, praising him, calling him good, telling him how you felt, what you needed a little bit more of. Yanking his hair, scraping over his back.
"Again! Oh god König, make me cum again! Fuck yeah."
And he did. He pulled out and spat on his own cock before bullying it right back into you, he knocked your hand away and used the techniques you'd shown him to assault your clit. He was mesmerized by you body, writhing and rolling for him, grabbing his head at one point to stare into his eyes.
Another condom spent, you on top of him, rocking down onto him, holding on to his shoulders. When you threw your head back he latched on to your breast, holding the other, toying with your nipple. You grabbed his hair again, almost forcing him to keep going as you cried out in pleasure.
"Well baby, how do you feel?" You asked after the third round, laying on your side, out of breath, your eyes blown out, body radiating from adrenaline.
"Incredible," König faced you, head lulling over on the divine silk pillow case. He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. "I think I am falling in love with you."
You hiccupped a sort of laugh, he felt a little cheesy saying until you patted his face.
"Oh baby, I'm already there."
"You love me?"
"Mhmm."
König was over the fucking moon, moving too quickly he kissed you.
"Ich liebe dich."
"I love you too."
Without discussion he got up and grabbed another condom. "One more round couldn't hurt."
You laughed your way into his arms, rolling his weight on top of you once more.
Tagging: @nepomami @powerfultenderness @weallhaveadestiny
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rocketqueen1989x · 2 months ago
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my heart breaks every time I see axl as a kid
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moondirti · 2 years ago
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ellie: there’s not gonna be anything bad in here?
joel, practically rocking in excitement over the sick burn he just came up with: just you
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aurinkolasitehdas · 10 months ago
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my loser baby
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loveume · 1 year ago
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# warrior 🗡️
"peel the legs up and back, downward facing dog. remember your breath."
the surface of your yoga mat was firm under your palms and your body shook a bit from the weight of holding yourself up, but you were feeling good.
you were about half-way through a half hour yoga video on youtube, which was being played on the large flat screen mounted to the wall.
sae had been occupied all morning into late afternoon, and to not bother him you had yourself in a bit of a cleaning frenzy but decided to calm down to a bit of yoga.
so to say that your soul nearly left your body when you feel a pinch to the fat of one of your ass cheeks would be a severe understatement. with a squeal you collapse onto your hands and knees, your head whipping to look back at the offender.
"sae! what the hell was that for?!"
you turn to sit with your legs under you, hands finding the remote to pause the video. all the while giving your boyfriend a questioning glare.
"you're the one with your butt in the air," he comments, as if that was explanation enough for his actions.
"yeah because i'm exercising, if you wanna cop a feel maybe wait until i'm not in a compromising position."
sae makes a face, as if mulling over your words, and then nods "duly noted, baby."
the next fifteen minutes are spent blissfully "sae-less" as you go through the various poses. it isn't long, however, until you feel fingers wrap around your ankle as you shift into warrior. with a tug you lose your balance and end up flat on your back, cushioned by your yoga mat.
sae hovers over you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in your displeasure.
"unwrinkle that brow, baby. anger doesn't suit you."
you scoff, but still wrap your arms around his neck, one hand curling around his nape and your thumb brushing his jaw.
"and mischief doesn't suit you sae."
his smirk only widens, while his eyes darken. a big hand squeezes your hip before playful fingers dip beneath the waistband of your leggings. he hums as he leans closer to you, lips dangerously close to your own, and you can feel his breath against them as he lets out a small chuckle at your reply.
"i think you'll find it suits me just fine," he murmurs, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
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jaebeomblr · 10 months ago
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Day.1 첫번째 기록
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linktoo-doodles · 2 years ago
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hey there lonely boy
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luffy1fan · 2 years ago
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i love him though
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nectorbruise · 2 months ago
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DAY 13: Hybrid
I am so sick and so tired, so all I could think about drawing was a bed. Lloyd from Ninjago is a hybrid, so I drew him. Surprisingly, this is one of my better drawings of this month. <3
Tomorrows prompt is Science Experiment
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theintrovertedextrovert · 7 months ago
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Post War Levi HC
I think about PostWar Levi and if he ever found his s/o, someone he trusts with his entire being.
I think he would tell them about everything that he went through, without shedding a tear because he never really had the chance to express his grief before, as he dedicated his entire life towards helping humanity, always putting others first. It would take him a good while to realize the depth of his grief and to lower the walls he had built around him, before the dam of emotions comes crashing down.
I think he would then lay down with his s/o with his head tucked in the crook of their neck, and his s/o would eventually feel their shirt slightly dampen, a sign of Levi's silent tears. And they would hold him tight and stroke his hair without saying a word; a silent acknowledgement.
Because I think no amount of words would ever suffice for the pain and hell he's been through.
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thenotebookscribbler · 7 months ago
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i was watching some of my missed lectures while on a call with him and bro got bored and made a drawing of me and then kept looking at me for the next 1.5 hours or so i-
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rocketqueen1989x · 3 months ago
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STOP ! HES SO CUTE 🥲🥲
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