#keine chance sorry

[einssteins]

Es gibt ein zweites Kapitel mit Nolin fluff:

[sketchyorsomething]

I fucking hate driving school

[obsessedelusional]

broken, but together, whole

paring ↬ König x Fem!Reader

summary ↬ You had a terrible accident at your last place of employment. The need for a fresh start brings you to Kortac, where you meet König. His constant gaze leads coworkers to believe he has feelings for you. Telling you all the reasons why you they think he’s a freak, including why he wears a mask constantly. Making you realize you two might have more in common than you thought..

word count ↬ almost 4k jc

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Your recent employment in Kortac was a simple transition. After an incident that lead to several months in the hospital, all healed up you decided it was time for a change. Moving and finding a new job.

Mostly everyone was easy to work with, welcomed you with open arms. No one knowing of your incident, made it easier to pretend that it never happened. They kept you very busy, constantly traveling to accomplish different missions.

The only one to not make a single attempt at being friendly was Konig. You didn’t understand his dismissive attitude toward you. That never really stopped you from saying simple hellos everytime you met his unwavering gaze when he was around.

His gaze unchanging as you smile before continuing what you were doing before he entered the room. When he was around, it felt as if his eyes never left you. Trying to convince yourself that you were being delusional. Only to catch his stare every single time you looked his way.

The group just came back from an exhausting mission, three days spent without a proper meal or bed has led the lot of you straight to the mess hall to eat. Some going straight to their quarters to rest or clean the built up filth from the previous days. As you enter the mess hall, you come to a halt your tired body knocking into someone. You immediately register who and what just happened, looking up to see Konigs eyes piercing down on you from under his mask.

“Sorry..”

“Kein Problem.” He mutters, his accent heavy. Speaking the first words he’s ever spoken to you. Two simple words, completely harmless but why are they making you feel something? You shake it off, grabbing a tray of food and sitting with some of the friends you made since joining.

“What’s his deal? Before you came around here was always holed up in his room. Now he just looms over everyone, staring at you.” One of the girls ask, pointing to Konig who’s per usual has his eyes on you.

“I don’t know.” You sigh, looking away from him.

“He’s a freak. In all the years I’ve worked with him, he’s not once said a single word to me.” Another woman adds, talking as she stuffs her face.

“Maybe he’s just shy.” You suggest thinking about the fact that he spoke to you a few moments ago even if it was brief.

“Maybe he has a crush on you.” She retorts, laughing as if him having a crush on you should upset you.

“And if he does? Would that be so terrible? Have any of you ever even tried to talk to him? Like genuinely?” You ask. Not one of the people sat at your table can say that they gave Konig an honest chance at a conversation. Which has you thinking maybe you should be the first one to try. You sit there listening to them go on about their own beliefs on why he is the way he is.

“Well I heard he never takes that mask off cause he’s all disfigured under it.” Someone announces.

“Yeah something about an explosive going off in his face.” Another chimes in, making you realize the two of you might have more in common than you thought. You look back to where Konig was once sat, he’s no longer there. Feeling bad because he most certainly had to have heard at least some of this conversation.

—

Since yesterday afternoon you kept thinking about Konig, hoping to get him alone so you could try to talk to him. He never showed up for dinner or anything that day. Probably locked away in his room but there was no way in hell you were just going to knock on his door. So you waited, deciding it would happen whenever it was meant to be.

You get to the mess hall early for breakfast with full intentions of grabbing a cup of coffe and a breakfast burrito and be on your way. A busy day ahead of you, a lot you need to accomplish on your day off. Never entirely sure when they come so taking the opportunity to get personal things done.

That’s until you turn around from the coffee table, burrito in hand and see Konig sat alone. He’s busy reading something, looks important. He looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered. Yet your legs lead you to his table, sitting across from him.

“Morning.” You say, so casually as if this a regular occurrence. He only looks up from his papers, confusion appears in his eyes. That quickly fades to his regular stoic gaze before looking back down, ignoring you entirely.

“Whatcha reading?” You ask, unwilling to give up so easily.

“Nothing.” He says, voice filled with annoyance. But it’s another word, so you smile before continuing.

“Well it’s obviously something. Or else you wouldn’t be reading it.” You respond, your silly tone not matching his energy. His eyes leave his reading again to look at you. Still filled with annoyance aimed at you.

“Report. It’s a report for the next mission,” He explains, now sat back in his chair. His attention on you fully.

“Boring.” You reply, causing his to furrow his brows. You wouldn’t know unable to see his features. He’s suprised by your bluntness, they way your talking to him like it’s an everyday thing.

“Can’t that wait? We only get so much time off and you’re wasting it working.” You ask, mostly curious using this an attempt to find out more about him. Maybe he’d let slip some details of his life outside of his job.

“I am always working,” He explains, you’re grateful he’s responding at all even if his answers are short and lack any real insight on him.

“That’s just sad. You don’t do anything else? Never kick back and relax? Have a little fun? That’s no way to live.” You prod into his life and he can’t help but wonder why you even care enough to ask. Wondering why you decided to bother him at all. Slightly annoyed that you claim his way of life is sad but he knows you’re right.

“It’s my life. I’m fine the way it is.” He replies. You go to speak but he’s not done yet.

“I must go.” He adds, already standing up and leaving. Not giving you an opportunity to try and convince him otherwise. You say goodbye as he steps through the door to the hallway, where you can no longer see him. You smile to yourself, satisfied that he talked to you at all and didn’t immediately dismiss you.

Konig on the other hand is completely beside himself, overwhelmed by the small interaction. Praying that was a one time thing as he makes his way back to his quarters. Not realizing that him simply responding opened a whole new chapter for his life: you.

—

Every day from that point, when Konig was near so were you. At first he’d brush you off or respond with one worded answers. Pretending to hate every second but enjoying your company. Finding himself wishing you’d find him sat alone somewhere on the base, so you’d bother him.

Ask him about his day and any other things that came your to your mind. Listening to you rant about your day or your current hyperfixation he didn’t understand. He’d mostly sit in silence but it was okay because you did more than enough talking for the both of you. He could listen to you talk all day long and not get tired.

Early in the friendship he gives you a nickname, calling you Schatz. It takes a lot of begging but eventually he explains that it means treasure. He doesn’t elaborate past that but it makes you feel special. Grinning like an idiot every time it leaves his mouth.

Months had passed of you two becoming friends. Eventually you convincing him to tag along with your other friends on the base. He knew the second you asked, it was game over because he was considering doing something he refused for years simply because you wanted him to.

It started with him sitting with you and your friends. He was sat in silence but he enjoyed every moment. Konig wasn’t socially awkward he just didn’t care to share conversation with ones he didn’t care for. Which made you feel special, he was allowing you access to a part of him that not many experience.

Just as you expected nobody really understands your friendship with Konig. Often questioning you when he’s not around, never hesitating to stand up for him. Making sure everyone knows how important he has become to you. That you won’t stand for any slander of König.

Everything was going great, until it wasn’t. You had this overwhelming feeling that König was avoiding you. He was holed up in his room more than normal and when you did see him in the hall he’d walk the other way. The few times you were able to get him alone, he’d say something about being busy. Leaving you alone as he makes an escape.

You two has made so much progress. Out of no where, he was shutting you out. One day as your walking past his office, the doors open just enough to see him alone. It takes all your courage but you let yourself in. Preparing yourself for the conversation that’s about to be had. He doesn’t even look up from what he’s working, even when you shut the door. Letting it close hard to notify him of your arrival. He’s not stupid, he knows your there. He’s ignoring you.

“König?” You ask, finally breaking the silence. His attention snaps towards you. He looks at you from under his sniper mask, his ice blue irises almost piercing right through you.

"Yes?” he replies quietly in a deep voice. He sounds annoyed.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding me?” You ask while König turns his focus back to what he was working on, not looking back up at you as he answers.

"I have my reasons," he says in a terse tone. His voice is cold and unfeeling. You don’t give up yet, pressing him for more information.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You question.

"Ja," He answers bluntly.

“What did I do?”

"That isn't important," König says quickly, looking away from you. He sounds irritated.

"I'm not interested in explaining myself to you," he adds. He goes back to focusing on what he was working on before.

“Where the hell is this coming from? Quit dismissing me like that, like I don’t mean anything to you.” You reply, your tone turning from concern towards annoyance. He looked up and he looks at you for a few moments, as if he’s trying to decide what to say.

"I don't want to be near you," König answers sharply, still not looking up at you.

"I'm tired of you constantly wanting my attention, always expecting me to drop whatever I'm doing to spend time with you.You want more than what I can give." He doesn't hesitate to say what he knows will hurt your feelings. And boy does he hurt them, you’re angry now.

“You are so fucking dramatic. It’s called being friends. Maybe you’re not use to having any friends. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you anymore.” You are almost yelling but the time you finish, leaving his office before he can respond. Once you’re gone he’s sat there alone, staring at the door. Regret immediately washed over him but it doesn’t matter he’s too late.

You start walking away from his office, finding yourself feeling pretty heartbroken. Your throat starts to feel tight. As your walk towards your quarters, tears begin to fall but don’t fully release until you’re alone. Wishing for nothing more than for things to go back to how they were.

Feeling absolutely devastated the fact that he basically said you’re too annoying. Once believing that he enjoyed your company, liked your personality. You don’t what to think anymore. A small part of you thinking he might have had feelings for you. Where did the once sweet, caring man go?

—

It’s been three days since that terrible encounter. You’ve begun to avoid König. Easy enough when he doesn’t want anything to do with you. Unfortunately for the both of you, you still work together. With an upcoming assignment you will have no choice but to see him.

You walk into the armory on a mission preparation day to check for any updates. You sigh in relief when you don’t see him in his regular spot, where he’d often spend his time tinkering with weapons.

"Schatz," König's voice, still sounding cold and distant, resonates through the room. You mentally scream a few cuss words before facing him. A nick name that used to bring you joy causing you distress. He's in his all-black uniform, his sniper mask covering his entire face beside his irises that remain piercing and blue.

“I’ll just come back later.” You say, turning to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" König's voice echoes through the empty room.

“Away from you.”

"Wait." He crosses the room in three swift steps and puts his right hand on your shoulder, stopping you from walking away.

"I need to talk to you."

“No fuck you.” You spit, turning to face him. He’s taken back by your outburst not expecting such words coming from you.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ll say whatever the fuck I feel like. You’re a real asshole. Making me give a shit about you, just to push me away. And then to blame it on me being too much for you to handle, you’re a fucking coward.” You let the words out, all the anger you have being let out finally.

"Coward? A coward is someone who is afraid of facing their fears," he says sternly, moving his head closer to you. He's almost nose-to-nose with you, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I'm not a coward," he says coldly. He moves his right hand to your chin, forcing your head to look at him.

“Yes you are. I know for a fact that you have feelings for me. And that fucking terrifies you. Instead of facing those feelings, you push me away.” You snap back, still only inches away from him.

"I didn't push you away because of my feelings. I pushed you away because of your feelings," König says quietly, still staring at you and not blinking.

"I'm not what you want. I'm not good enough for you."As he says those words, an intense pain fills his eyes for just a moment before he re-wears his cold, stoic mask.

“You couldn’t have come to this realization before making me fall for you?”

“If I could go back in time and stop myself from meeting you I would," König says quietly.

“I never intended for you to fall for me but it’s too late…” His voice trails off, you can tell he’s thinking carefully about the next words that he will say.

“I want you.. I need you but-..”

“But nothing. The only one making this difficult is you. Quit being an asshole and pushing me away, we could be together.” You cut him off not letting him finish.

"I know," König says quietly, not disagreeing with you at all.

"I don't know what I'm doing. Everything I do feels wrong. I'm scared." He says, nervously fidgeting with fingers.

“Scared of what?” You question, noticing his nervous habit. Taking his hand in yours. His gaze goes up from his hands to your eyes. He takes a shaky breath.

“You're perfect." There's a hint of sadness to his voice when he says the word 'perfect'. It sounds like he knows something you don't.

"And that scares me. I'm scared that once you realize I'm not perfect," he leans in even closer to you, "you'll leave me."

“I’m not perfect, nobody is. I don’t give a fuck about any of that.” You respond, your hands still in his as he nervously rubs his thumbs against your hands.

“Have you ever wondered why I wear this mask? Why I never take it off?”

“Sure but it doesn’t matter. I don’t care what’s under there. I like you for you.” You say, trying to reassure him.

“You don’t understand, you never will.” As he speaks, you see something in him break. He leans back and brings his right arm up to the sniper hood covering his face. He stares at you for a long moment before finally taking a deep breath and removing his mask.

You can't hide your shock as you see his face for the first time. The left half of his face covered in scars. The biggest one going down his face, through his eye and down his chin. The right half of his face, the scar of a burn taking up most of this half. Under the mask, none of this noticeable. The black eye makeup is smeared around his eyes. The eyes that look at you with such sadness as he waits for a reaction.

“Please.." König says softly, his voice filled with shame and fear. His scars are now plain to see, exposed and raw. Your heart breaks for him as it suddenly becomes clear that his pushaway behavior was motivated by shame and fear... not anger and disinterest.

“König..” You whisper his name, cupping his jaw. Letting your thumb gently rub against his bottom lip.

When he doesn’t stop that simple touch you let your fingertips gently touch the scarred tissue on his face. Making König close his eyes and take deep, shaky breaths.You can tell that he's not used to anyone touching him, and that physical touch of any kind is almost overwhelming for him. But at the same time, he craves to feel loved and cared for... the way he leans into your touch. With his eyes closed, you kiss him.

After a moment of uncertainty he kisses you too, his scarred lips touching yours. This is his first actual kiss, since the accident and he's unsure of what to do, but the tenderness in his touch still surprises you. You feel his tongue touch the corner of your mouth, exploring your lips as he tries to mimic your movements.

You feel it in your heart to be patient and understanding with König, and seeing him finally let himself open up to you and give in to what you both want melts your heart. König wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and letting his scarred skin touch your bare skin.

You break the kiss to breathe, but there's nothing but silence in the room. Then, you look into König's eyes. They're filled with warmth and tenderness, his scars suddenly not seeming to matter anymore. König's scarred fingers lightly brush your hair as he gathers his thoughts.

"I... I don't know how to say this," he sighs, then finally just blurts it out.

“I love you. I think I have for a while, and I haven't wanted to admit it to myself..." König leans forward, his scarred face now visible, and looks you directly in the eyes.

"I'm broken. I've always been broken, and I've always been scared that I'll never be enough for someone like you..." He explains, sadness heavy in his tone. Even after the kiss you two shared after you seen his face and didn’t run away, he’s still insecure.

“You are enough, more than enough for me. Quit doubting yourself, so I can show you the love you deserve.” You explain, taking his face in your hands forcing him to look at you while you speak. König is shocked by your words.

"But... how could anyone love me, looking the way I do? Knowing all the things I've done? I've been a soldier my whole life. I've hurt people, killed people. And I'll never not be that person." He closes his scarred eyes, trying to hold back emotion.

“I'm... I'm a monster."

“You are not a monster. Just because you’ve done bad things doesn’t make you a bad person. Ever since I met you, you have been nothing but kind to me. You make me happy, you make me feel safe. At least when you’re not avoiding me because you think you know what’s best for me.” You explain, letting your hands continue to explore his face. You cup his chin, kissing his lips before moving my lips up his scars. Pressing sweet simple kisses along his scared face. Letting him know they don’t scare you.

König breathes in sharply as your lips hit his scarred skin. Your kisses feel incredibly tender and loving. He closes his eyes as you continue to explore his scarred face with your lips. As you continue to kiss his scars, he lets out a deep breath and lets his head rest against you. You take his hand, pressing delicate kissing to his scared fingers.

Your gentle touch makes him feel loved and wanted, not a monster or a killer or a scarred beast, but a normal person who can still be cared for and loved by someone else. He finally opens his eyes and looks at you.

“You don't... you don't care what I look like, do you?"

“No I don’t. And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you if that’s what it takes.” You reassure him.

"But my scars... how can you not care about them? How can you love someone with all these scars?" König takes a deep breath and slowly caresses your cheek with his scarred hand.

"You have scars too, don't you?" He asks and now it’s your turn to come clean.

“I haven’t showed anyone since it happened…,” You whisper pulling up your shirt exposing the burn scars that run up the side of your body. Yours are a lot more recent than his. It’s obvious there’s a lot more under all the clothes you’re wearing. You see König's jaw drop slightly as you expose your scars. You see a look of raw emotion in his eyes, like he just saw you naked for the first time. A gentle smile spreads across his face as he stares at you, and his eyes begin to glisten.

"You... you understand?" he whispers.

“Yes.. I understand.”

König leans in again and touches your burnt skin lightly with his scarred fingertips. He traces your scars with his thumb, looking up at you to make sure you see the love in his eyes. He caresses your scars as if they're an intimate part of your body, like he's finally touching a part of you that no one has ever touched before.

"You understand my scars... you accept them... and you still love me." His voice breaks as he whispers these last words, and you can see tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

"I love you..." He leans in and kisses you passionately, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

Your scars, his scars, they're both part of your past, but they don't define you. You both have wounds that are still healing and scars that will never go away. You'll both carry them for the rest of your life, but you carry them together. You're both broken, but together, you're whole.

[luellasplanet]

glitch. (klara bühl)

word count: 919

based on taylor swift’s song ‘glitch’

in which you express your feelings for klara after weeks of ignoring one another

England vs Germany. Your home vs her home. Your family vs her family. You vs her. You vs the love of your life.

It was supposed to be you and her against the world.

You had been head of heels for Klara ever since she sat down opposite you on the bus. Coming to Germany with the bare minimum of basic german knowledge proved to be quite a challenge, and you struggled to understand what everyone was saying most of the time.

Most of your teammates spoke English pretty well but they all preferred to speak german to one another, often leaving you on the outside of their jokes as they didn’t know how to translate it to English.

You chose to sit alone on the bus, the girls speaking German around you made you realise exactly how bad your knowledge of the language really was.

But there she was, your saving grace.

Offering a helping hand and a smile as she taught you the language, on the bus, before every match.

She opted out of some team bonding sessions to be with you in your apartment, showing you around the city, helping you set up your apartment and teaching you german along the way.

Things had felt different ever since you had gotten back from winning the euros, this time accompanied by your fellow England teammate, Georgia. You were more at home with your childhood best friend by your side.

a slight malfunction

But you missed your other best friend. She had started distancing herself from you shortly after your return from England.

After the final whistle was blown she was instantly in your arms, softly crying into shoulder as you whispered how proud of her you were into her ear.

It was in that moment that Klara realised that she was totally and utterly infatuated with you.

But ever since you had come back to Germany ther was an awkward tension that roamed over the both of you like a dark cloud.

i thought we had no chance

She had barely spoken to you over the last month, even Sydney had tried to make Klara talk to you.

But nothing, the girl basically refused to look you in the eye half the time. Speaking very few words to you at training and only when deemed absolutely necessary.

we were supposed to be just friends

“This is so stupid, can you just talk to me please,” you plead with the girl standing in front of you.

“Please Klara,” you almost whisper as you gently grab her hand, forcing her to look at you.

The two of you were at the farmers market, after about a week of pleading she had finally decided to come out with you.

“I can’t y/n, I’m not good at this whole feelings thing!” She answers without looking directly into your eyes, instead choosing to focus her vision on your hands that were still attached to her wrist. Your eyes widen at the statement, while confusion is evident on your face as you scrunch your eyebrows together, “feelings thing?”

“Just tell me what’s up with you, please,” god you had never heard yourself sound so desperate before, but something had been off for the past month and you couldn’t continue living like it didn’t effect you.

She finally looks up meeting your gaze, you could see her eyes had glossed over slightly but no tears had fallen. “Ich bin in dich verliebt, aber ich war so eine schreckliche Person und eine Freundin für dich. Es tut mir so leid, dass ich dich völlig ignoriert habe, aber ich habe nicht gedacht, dass du genauso fühlst, also wusste ich nicht, was ich tun sollte.” (I’m in love with you, but I’ve been such an awful person and friend to you. I’m so sorry that I completely ignored you but I didn’t think you felt the same way so I didn’t know what to do.)

“Oh kla,” you tell her looking at her face that was filled of regret. “Ich bin in dich verliebt, seit du mir angeboten hast, mir im Bus Deutsch beizubringen. Zuerst war es keine echte Liebe, mehr Anziehungskraft als alles andere, aber nachdem man dich besser kennengelernt hatte, wurde es zu echter Liebe… Klara Bühl Ich bin in dich verliebt.” (I’ve been in love with you ever since you offered to teach me German on the bus. At first it wasn’t real love, more attraction than anything else, but after getting to know you better it became real love… Klara Bühl I am in love with you.)

Finally meeting your gaze, her smile had widen as she interlocked your hands together. Glancing between her eyes and her lips you slowly lean forward waiting for her to react. She learnt forward as well, connecting yours and her lips together.

You had almost forgotten that the two of you were standing in front of an orange stand, smiling against her lips you pull away, while keeping a firm hold on her hands. Relishing in the feeling of her hands entwined in yours.

“Soooo… will you go out on a date with me?” You question, rubbing your thumbs over her knuckles. Far too shy to look up at her.

“Of course I would y/n!” She laughed at your shyness before dragging you by the hand to go look at the flower stands.

[daughterofhecata]

Gefährliche Gentlemen live reaction (nicht spoiler-frei!)

COTTA POV IM PROLOG??? COTTA, DER UNBEFUGT EINBRICHT??? I'm already loving this song <3 Evelyn giving the people (me) what they want <3

Cotta, der auch Torres als Informanten nutzt? Aka denselben Informaten wie Victor?!

Auch gleich direkt schön ominös, wie viele Details über Morton Mr Wise weiß (ha!) 👀

So so. Morton und Cotta verbringen jetzt also einige Tage in demselben Hotel? There is a 99% chance this will lead me to write them something shippy again xD

Awww, wie süß, wie stolz Morton darauf ist, dass Justus seine Beobachtungsgabe gelobt hat <3

Esoterikvortrag mit Mr Osiris? Ich habe das Gefühl, den Namen hatten wir schon mal, aber ich komm grad nicht drauf. Das kalte Auge, möglicherweise?

Mr Wise ist befreundet mit Mr Grey??? Ich hätte beim Gestüt schon aufmerksam werden sollen, aber !!!! Das erklärt die Größenordnung, mit der wir es hier anscheinend zu tun haben werden!

Ooooh the Cotta whump & Morton, der ihm helfen muss <3 Morton, der Pfadfinder war <3 (UND Dr Miller xD) (extremely sad however, dass Cotta und Morton doch (vorerst) keine quality time zusammen verbringen)

Patricia Osborne. Natürlich. Wo ein Esoterik-Kongress stattfindet, kann sie ja nicht weit sein xD

KERSHAW APPEARANCE 🎉

"Purpur bietet Schutz, wissen Sie." / "Das hat ja ganz hervorragend geklappt", bemerkte der Inspektor bissig. 😂😂 Unfortunately, I love Kershaw now.

"Soweit sich Morton an Allie erinnerte, war die junge Dame alles andere als ein zartes Seelchen." Pfft xDD

...mein Interesse daran, dass Tante Patricia Morton einen Namen aussucht, ist ungefähr so groß wie sein eigenes tbh. Zu lange ertrage ich die Dame nicht, muss ich sagen 🙈🙈

Morton der heimlich Queen-Fan ist? Lovely <3 "Rockmonster"? I'm sorry, Evelyn, what the fuck.

"GS" für "Giftige Spinne". So so. I see what you did there xD

Detective Clarence! (Obwohl ich zugegebenermaßen ganz heimlich auf ein bisschen Goodween-content gehofft hatte. Aber idk of Minninger ungnädig wird, wenn den jemand anders auftreten lässt? 🤔)

"Wenn ich das tue und Inspektor Kershaw es herausfindet, bewirft er mich im besten Fall mit Cottas Kaktus und im schlechtesten Fall werde ich suspendiert." Pfft, auch eine schöne Vorstellung, wie Kershaw mit dem Kaktus wirft 😂

"Wir sind sehr froh, dass [Cotta] die Nacht überlebt hat." :o Goodween must have been so worried :o

Auch ein schönes Detail, das Morton mexikanisches Essen mag.

Entsetzt blickte Morton die ältere Dame an. "Erst halten Sie mich für einen Einbrecher und jetzt für einen Schürzenjäger? Was als Nächstes?" / "Nun, zum privaten Ermittler taugen Sie jedenfalls nicht." First of all, autsch xD zweitens, finde es echt gut, wie sich tatsächlich auch der Charakter der jeweiligen Hauptfigur in dieser Reihe abbildet - Victor hätte tatsächlich entweder den Dietrich gezückt oder das Zimmermädchen angeflirtet, Reynolds hat sich zum Teil einfach auf seinen Ruf verlassen, Skinny wäre auch mit dem Dietrich los, und Morton tut nichts davon, weil es nicht sein Stil wäre.

"Ein unangenehmer Klingelton ertönte aus in der Jackentasche des Inspektors. Morton erkannte die Melodie sofort. Es war ein Stück aus dem Zauberer von Oz, das immer gespielt wurde, wenn die böse Hexe erschien. Inspektor Kershaw zog sein Mobiltelefon hervor und verzog angewidert das Gesicht. [...] Morton erkannte Mrs Kretschmers Stimme." Omg 😂😂 so viel Humor hätte ich Kershaw gar nicht zugetraut, sowas als personalisierten Klingelton für Mrs Kretschmer einzustellen 😂😂

"Das ist unverantwortlich und gefährlich!", grummelte Cotta, schon fast wieder ganz der Alte. "Ich komme mit. Sie werden meine Hilfe brauchen." / "Aber Sie sind noch gar nicht gesund, Inspektor." / "Ich werde mich selbst entlassen." Liebs, wenn er auch nicht vernünftiger ist als seine Söhne der Rest der Bande xD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH VICTOR <333 am gleichen Tisch mit Cotta UND Morton. "Sie sehen so verändert aus. Lassen Sie mich raten, Sie haben eine neue Frisur?" | "Ihre Ohren, Inspektor. Ich habe Sie an Ihren Ohren erkannt." | "Keiner wird merken, dass Sie kein Gentleman sind, Inspektor." / "Nennen Sie mich nicht so!" / "Wie soll ich Sie sonst ansprechen, mein Bester?" Aahdjfksgsjfkfg Victor is such a dick, I love him so much 😍😍😍

Aha. Champagner ist für Cotta "Prickelbrause" und er hätte lieber einen Whisky. xD

Noooooo evelyn i'm disappointed :( no shade @ vivi and she certainly deserves a lover who treats her well but. The chemistry between Victor and her was extremely not This, last but not least bc we got exactly zero romantic thoughts from Victor??? Well. Das ignoriere ich dann wohl genauso wie ich ignoriere, dass Reynolds und Cotta sich siezen 🤷‍♂️

But yeah. All in all very fun <3 Patricia war etwas anstrengend, der Fall etwas mäßig, aber Morton war wundervoll und es gab schöne Auftritte von Cotta und Victor (und Kershaw!), also kann ich mich wohl nicht beschweren xD

[ddlg-deutschland-kontakte2]

Daddy (39M) sucht Little :-)

Hallo ihr Lieben, kurz: ich (39M) bin ein liebevoll-strenger und erfahrener Daddy auf der Suche nach seiner Little. lang: ich bin eigentlich ein ziemlich normaler Typ, vielfältig interessiert, nehm mich nicht übermäßig ernst oder wichtig, hab nen ganz guten Job, tolle Freunde und ein paar halbwegs spannende Hobbies. Ich bin körperlich ganz ok in Form, mach ein bisschen Sport, bin 1,80m groß, hab dunkle Haare, braune Augen, keine Brille, trag einen kurzen Bart. Ich wohne - alleine und mit viel Platz - im Hamburger Speckgürtel, bin aber auch mobil und gerne bereit ein Stück zu fahren. Bevor ich hier alles mit langweiligen Eckdaten vollschreibe: Was will ich hier? Ich tendiere - eigentlich so lange ich denken kann - dazu eine behütende / bestimmende Position gegenüber Frauen einzunehmen. Das habe ich in meinem normalen Leben ganz gut im Griff, wär ja blöd immer son nerviger Kontrollfreak zu sein, aber es qualifiziert mich dazu, ein ganz passabler Daddy(Dom) zu sein. Ich nehme einfach super gerne eine liebevoll-strenge Rolle ein, bzw. würde ich das nicht mal als Rolle bezeichnen - ich bin einfach so. Deshalb würde es mich sehr freuen, hier eine liebe Sie zu finden, die genau das sucht. Jemanden, der auf sie Acht gibt und ihr hilft ein bisschen was von der anstrengenden Erwachsenenwelt auszublenden. Idealerweise definieren wir einen klaren Rahmen, in dem du mir ein Stück Kontrolle übergibst, mir erlaubst Regeln für dich zu definieren und dich nach meinem Ermessen zu bestrafen (und natürlich auch zu belohnen). Du sollst dadurch die Chance bekommen, dich sicher und behütet zu fühlen, ganz du selbst zu sein und deiner kleinen Seite den ihr zustehenden Raum zu geben. Wie genau wir dann unsere gemeinsame Zeit gestalten, ergibt sich aus deinen Wünschen und Bedürfnissen - ich hab da keine konkrete Schublade, in die ich dich reinzwänge, aber natürlich ein paar Ideen und Angebote. Ich durfte schon einige Erfahrungen sammeln, bin derzeit aber ungebunden und eigentlich für alles offen. Klar wäre etwas Langfristiges wünschenswert, man braucht schon ein stabiles Vertrauensverhältnis für diese Art von Bindung... aber ob das nun im Rahmen einer festen Beziehung stattfindet oder es nur um eine gelegentliche Ausflucht aus der Erwachsenenwelt geht - da bin ich nicht festgelegt. Was erwarte ich von dir? Gar nicht viel... du solltest dich als Little definieren oder große Faszination für diese Art des Machtgefälles besitzen. Wie alt du (in echt) bist, ist mir nicht so wichtig. Ein Altersgefälle ist bei dieser Art von Bindung kein Hindernis, ich komm aber natürlich auch gut mit Frauen meines Alters zurecht. Du solltest biologisch weiblich sein und vielleicht nicht extrem übergewichtig - sorry an all die anderen tollen Menschen, ihr seid bestimmt super, aber ich fühl mich leider nicht zu euch hingezogen. Ich hoffe das reicht als kleiner Überblick zu mir und dem was ich suche. Falls ich damit dein Interesse wecken konnte, würde ich mich total über eine Nachricht freuen :-) tumblr: @willywonka-o0 telegram: @willywonka_o0 Liebe Grüße Jonas

[openyourricce]

Sooo, mal ganz abgesehen von dem ✨Drama✨, liefert das Bild vom Driver‘s Dinner natürlich exzellenten Stoff für die nächste „ask“-Frage. Alle unsere Kiddos sind dabei (oder etwa nicht?), alle posten das Gruppenfoto… welche Caption würde dein Fahrer darunter setzen?

Und Zusatzfrage: Neben wem würde er sitzen? Neben wem vielleicht demonstrativ gar nicht?

Also first of all: Natürlich wäre Leo die Spaßbremse und würde einfach nicht hingehen :'D Wozu auch? Sich mit der Konkurrenz an einen Tisch setzten? Connecten? Freunde finde? Uuff das sind alles Sachen die für Leo jetzt nicht sooo erstrebenswert klingen. Da bleibt er doch lieber Zuhause und liest 2 Bücher [Wir sind intellektuell✨ oder einfach nur ein scheiß Snob? XDDD] Leo versteht den ganzen Wirbel um die F1 eh recht oft nicht so richtig. Schließlich sind sie nur ein paar Idioten die im Kreis fahren [kleiner reminder mein Herr: auch du bist ein Idiot der im Kreis fährt!! Vergiss das bitte nicht!] Also warum so ein Aufriss und ein Driver's Dinner veranstalten?!!

Bedauerlicherweise könnte es aber sein das Lambo ein Problem damit hätte, wenn Leo sich drückt. Weil wie sieht das bitte aus?!! Wenn Lambo also sagt du musst dahin, dann wird Leo das natürlich brav tun. Und sind wir ehrlich Leo würde sich dabei auch gar nicht so schlecht anstellen. Er hat durchaus die Fähigkeit sich mit jedem nett unterhalten zu können und mit jedem gut klar zukommen [und gleichzeitig zu denken wie absolut minderbemittelt und unerträglich er sein Gegenüber findet... Hab ich schon mal erwäht das Leo ne kleine Bitch ist? XDDD Wenn auch ganz still und heimlich XDDD]. Daher wäre es ihm auch realtiv egal neben wem er sitzt. Vielleicht würde er sich ganz kurz selbstbemitleiden weil August nicht mehr da ist. Schließlich kennt und schätzt er ihn noch aus seiner Mechaniker-Zeit bei BMW und findet ihn ganz nett. Lowkey seh ich ja schon das Leo sich mit irgendeinem random BMW Fahrer über das neue Auto verquatscht und der nur so ist: äh nein ich hab keine Ahnung welche Schraube wofür benutzt wurde. Ich fahr das Auto nur? XDDD Vielleicht würde er sich auch noch kurz mit Felix unterhalten. Aber das wäre nur so ein awkward "Wie geht's Suze?" "Gut. Wie gehts Emilia?" "Auch gut." [Mensch da hätten die Beiden mal die Möglichkeit über die Dame an ihrer Seite zu lästern (oder sich wild über Hochzeitsideen auszutauschen... Moment? Wann ist das jetzt so eskaliert?! XDDD I'm sorry XDDD Das ist mein Inner Suze und Felix müssen heiraten Fangirl XDDD) und dann nutzen sie die Chance nicht mal XDDD]

Posten? Auf Instagram? Weiß Leo überhaupt wie sowas geht?! Also er ist jetzt nicht soo die Social Media Queen. Aber ja okay... Mister ich hab nen Secret Art Account würde das vermutlich noch hinbekommen. Die Caption wäre vermutlich unspektakulär, wie es der Abend für Leo eben auch war: Driver's Dinner 2024.... Vielleicht wäre noch irgendein smiley dahinter... Wenn Leo nen guten posting Tag hatte... Okay vergessen wir den smiley XDDD Das wird nix :'D

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Psst hey it’s yo local Stritzo anon, I’ve got some dead!Lilith ideas inspired by one of Lara-Kein’s older AUs! (I know the things below aren’t biblically accurate but! I recall in a mythology channel, the speaker said that Lilith is believed to be the representation of feminism.)

Pre-Hell Era?: Lucifer comforts an emotionally hurt Lilith after she breaks up with Adam. And it was nasty since word had spread about. The tall lady finds Adam to be rather controlling and demeaning, not really considering her feelings.

Luci says that she doesn’t deserve that and she should at least have equal say in the matter. Lilith is wary but gives him a chance. Aside from agreeing with equal rights, they also have a rebellious spirit.

Rebellion: Adam confronts Lilith about how he was “betrayed” by her. She retorts that he was being a jerk to her even around several other people and was glad that she eloped with Lucifer instead of him.

The man gets absolutely livid and stabs her in the chest with a spear. He blames her for her own actions and claims that this wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t defied him.

Lucifer sees this and immediately breaks off from his other fight. He holds onto his dying love and screams in despair. The war continuing on.

Post-Hell: Lucifer cradles his newborn crying daughter Charlie in a dark dreary plane of existence. “I’m sorry little one, your mother isn’t here… Daddy will take care of you from now on. You’ll also have aunties and uncles to hang out with…”

Childhood: A young Charlie asks her father like any curious child would, “Dad?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Where’s mommy? I see most people in Hell have both mommies and daddies.”

The King of Hell pauses and looks down, “Oh… Your mother… She was killed by a bad man.”

“But why? She didn’t do anything wrong? Did she?”

“No no! Never! It was just that awful man’s fault… he became jealous that she chose me over him even after he found someone else to marry. Your mom was actually happier with me than him. When she was carrying you in her, I was so happy to be a new dad. After you were born, things just got crazy with the big war… you and many of my other followers’ children had to be hidden away safely while we fought. Unfortunately, we all lost and got sent here as punishment…”

Adulthood: Charlie most likely follows her mother’s path of feminism and equality despite being the Princess of Hell. Instead of promoting her Hotel in Hell since the sinners were already sent there for a reason. She does it in Purgatory/Limbo instead. Limbo would be in between Heaven and Hell, the awaiting trial for the many deceased spirits.

Most Limbo spirits have a very mixed bag of virtues and sins. One outweighs the other despite some sins being rather serious. Charlie gets a huge wake-up call that not everyone is redeemable. Some people are just awful; obsessive Yanderes who deny their nasty behavior and claims of “loving” their target regardless of how they feel, immense power abuse, harming innocents for no good reason, willingly and willfully following true evil etc. She feels saddened by this but at least her father and crew comforted her.

At least her “Happy Hotel” can save the Limbo spirits. They have a somewhat bigger chance of redemption instead of Hell’s residents.

Nice

[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 5

You can find Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Word count: ~9.5k

Rating: Mature

A/N: Lots of slice-of-life fluff, and of course, some lovely smut to level out that sweetness as well. In the next chapter or two, we will be confronting some more serious topics so let’s enjoy these fun times for now! Also, I’m sorry this turned out so long but I hope it makes up for the lack of posting this week!

Fun fact, there’s a little scene in here where the reader reminisces on discovering that König liked that she was plus-sized. You CANNOT convince me that the giant that is König wouldn’t love a woman he knows he can throw around without hurting, someone with a little extra curve for his massive hands to hold onto. If you disagree, shhhh. It’s my HC and let me be delulu lol. 

Also also, if you’re interested in hearing the song referenced on the car ride, I’ll link it here! Any of my mask/obsessive/stalker kink lovers will get a kick outta the video I think. 🤭 The lyrics match obsessive König to a fucking T babes!

TW: IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ AS THERE ARE NEW POSSIBLY TRIGGERING KINKS!

Discussions of weight and being chubby - both in a positive and negative light. Reader has to confront anxiety and bad feelings. Reader’s sexuality has never been talked about but in this chapter, it alludes to her being -at the very least- slightly attracted to a woman. Lots of emotions. THE L BOMB! Smut, oral, rough sex, face sitting, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub, creampie, BREEDING KINK AND BREATH PLAY! I promise those two trigger warnings will not be used often, so if those aren’t your cup of tea you can easily skip over the end of the smut in this one! Pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m STILL a lame monolingual American, and STILL no beta because we die like jackass Graves.

Crappy Translations:

Arschloch - Asshole

Dummköpfe - Fools/Idiots

Maus - Mouse

Schatz - Darling

Liebling - Love

Süßes mädchen- Sweet girl

Scheiße - Shit

Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist - You have no fucking idea how sexy you are

Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen - I would burn down the world for you

Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? - Do you know how much I want to fill you?

Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst - You would look so beautiful pregnant with my baby

Oh, verdammt, ich komme! - Oh, fuck, I’m coming

“What are the chances we are together again, hmm?” Amy asked, grinning as she bumped her elbow against yours then whispered, all conspiratorial, “Not that I’m complaining. It’s good to have another woman around these meatheads.”

“Right?!” you groaned back to the redhead, eyes darting to said men loading up the SUV, “They must have noticed what a badass team we make when it comes to paperwork.” 

“Alright, chatty Kathy, let’s get it goin’.”

Max hooked an arm around your neck as he walked by and dragged you to the vehicle with him, not releasing his hold no matter how hard you fought until right at the doors. 

“I can fucking walk by myself you know?” you bit out with red cheeks.

He snickered and retorted, “I’ve seen you walk into glass doors before, kid, I don’t trust a single thing you do.” 

There was a sense of satisfaction at the guttural groan he released when your elbow landed perfectly in his gut and you took the chance to jerk the front door open, hopping in and locking it before he could do anything about it. 

“I call shotgun,” you sang gleefully. 

When the driver-side door opened, you couldn’t bite back the smile that grew on your lips, trying to hide it with a little cough instead as König slid his massive frame into the too-small spot. You’d never seen him in a “small” vehicle before, much less the driver seat. It was amusing to watch him mutter little German curses under his breath as he adjusted the seat back until his long legs were comfortable and his head wasn’t crammed against the ceiling.

“Coulda let me drive,” Horangi called from the very back row, seated next to Luke, your other teammate.

You grinned as König simply tossed the operator a scathing glare before finally starting up the SUV.

“Alright, let’s get this road trip on the way!” Amy cheered from her seat behind König.

“You know this isn’t actually a road trip, right?” Max teased her.

“You know you’re annoying, right?”

Eyes brows lifting in surprise, you watched as the two began playfully arguing. Soulless Ginger, Meathead, and other tasteful nicknames were tossed back and forth as they bit into each other verbally. They’d been like this since your teams had met up this morning and you were almost one hundred percent certain it was instant sexual tension that caused it. 

Your gaze traveled to König and you subtly tilted your head back to the duo, silently asking if he was thinking the same thing as you. The only answer you got was a slight shrug before he handed his phone your way. 

“Put some music on to drown out those dummköpfe,” he instructed you quietly. 

A wave of something sweet and longing warmed your chest as you unlocked his screen to open YouTube. It was domestic, really. This was the most normal thing you’d done with him in the entirety of your relationship. Sure, it was all a guise to cover up the mission your teams were on, but you were going to soak up every last drop of normality. 

When you were first approached with the mission details, you were worried about being in such close proximity to König around others for so long, but then Graves had made it clear that you all were going undercover, as a group of friends camping out in the woods for a few drunken nights of fun while in reality, you would be gathering intel on an Ultranationalists’ base deep in the valley. That meant you were free to do whatever it took to sell your cover from the time you left base until you all made it safely back home. This afforded you two some leeway. Friends could talk. Friends could hug, lean against one another, and enjoy each other's company. Sure, you couldn’t just kiss him in front of everyone, but being able to spend time with him was honestly just as good. 

Max’s cry of pain tore you from your inner thoughts and you quickly brought up one of your new favorite artists, a German rapper you had rediscovered while deep-diving to learn more of the language in hopes of impressing König. As the first heavy notes of Devilish Polo’s Bei Dir hit, you locked the phone screen and set it down on the console, letting your gaze turn out the window as the music filled the vehicle. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like it had interrupted Amy and Max’s little lover’s quarrel but at least it covered the noise for the most part. As the first hook ended, you could practically feel König’s eyes on you, as heavy as ever when you started singing along with the first- and your personal favorite- lyrics of the main verse.

“Du weißt, du kannst nicht entkommen, Bin für immer in dei'm Kopf.” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape, I'm in your head forever.)</em>

Your German wasn’t anywhere near perfect but it was passable enough after practicing, enough that he would understand that you knew what you were saying. You turned to face him when his gaze got to be suffocating but you couldn’t hide the satisfied little grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“Problem?” you asked sweetly.

It’s clear he was itching to say something, his sharp blue eyes dark and heavy as they flicked from the road back to you, and you watched contentedly as his big hands tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Interesting song choice,” is all he muttered after a moment. 

You gave a little hum of agreement and replied, “Yeah, I found it a couple weeks ago. I <em>really</em> like the lyrics.” 

You know you were laying it on thick but the way his hips subtly shifted in his seat and the little “Scheiße” let you know you’d hit your intended target. It had been a guess, albeit an educated one, but something told you he would enjoy a song about possession and obsession as much as you did, especially considering it was in his native tongue. From the moment you had heard it and translated the lyrics, you’d been dying to share it with him, mind filled with images of your bodies coming together to the beat. 

A hand over yours dragged you out of the deep dirty recesses of your mind and your eyes widened slightly before you schooled your expression. The way you were angled with your hand resting down against the cupholders, there was no way any of them could see your hands together unless Max or Amy leaned forward really far. Your heart thumped heavily in your ears as you carefully turned your hand so your fingers could intertwine with his, breath catching when he squeezed a little too tight before releasing back to a comfortable hold. 

“Warte nur, bis ich dich später erwische,” he rumbled lowly, eyes narrowing as he watched the road. 

You weren’t sure what he said but god did it ever make you wanna say fuck the mission and drag him to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, reality struck with the loud laughter of the four in back, as Amy screeched about throwing Max out of the car if he didn’t stop and he retaliated with a threat of cutting her hair in her sleep. As annoying as the random outbursts were, you were still on cloud nine. König at your side, friends and acquaintances having a good time in back, it just felt… right. As you rubbed your thumb along his, you couldn't help but question if maybe one day he’d actually want to leave the military life so things like this could become more common. 

…

“You’re sure this is okay?” you questioned for the fifth time, cradling the bottles of vodka close to your chest for safekeeping. 

“For the last time, yes!” Max groaned, “This first night is practically R&R before the real shit starts. We might as well live it up while we can, brat.”

It felt wrong to be allowed to drink while on a mission but he did have a point, as insufferable as it was to admit that. Admitting defeat with a small nod, you waved him off and continued to the other drinks, set on grabbing a couple chasers and waters to last you through the night. 

Your intense studying of the sodas was broken by a sudden grunt as your hand came into contact with something soft when you swung the door open. Lips parting in shock, you looked over and found the something soft to be a man. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you-”

He chuckled deeply as he made a show of rubbing his stomach but muttered, “It’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not, really!” you groaned, shutting the door and stepping in closer, “Did I actually hurt you? I don’t think I could cause any lasting damage but I <em>am</em> a nurse so I could check it out?” 

Concern for his well-being shifted suddenly into concern for yourself when he grabbed the hand reaching out for him and placed it on his stomach, now firmer than before as if flexing to show off. Heh. If only he knew that your boyfriend could break his spine in one fell swoop.

“See, no harm done,” he said brightly, “Besides, it’s not every day I can say that I got literally hit on by a woman as hot as yourself.” 

You instinctively jerked your hand away into your chest and forced on a weak smile. 

“Uh, thanks. I’m- I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you sighed, “If I can pay for your drinks or something to make up for it…?” 

Brows burrowing over his dark green eyes, he took a step closer, a pensive expression crossing his face. 

“Now that you mention it, you could make it up to me by letting me take you out for a drink.”

Of course. Fucking hell. You tried to politely decline him, explained that you weren’t from the area when he pushed even harder, and even offered to just throw cash his way, but none of it was working. 

“Look, I have a boyfriend and-”

“Where’s he at then, because I don’t see him?” he asked, voice deepening with something dangerous as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“He’s outside, he’s-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the man let out a shriek much higher pitched than you’d ever imagine coming out of him. As soon as your eyes opened, you found König pinning him to the cooler door. 

“H-Hey man, we- we don’t gotta do this,” the creep tried weakly. 

König’s eyes softened as they looked over you and he asked, “You okay?”

“Better now,” you replied, sliding over to rest your palm against his lower back, “He’s not worth it.” 

The noise he let out was a clear indicator that he completely disagreed with your statement but you could feel the way some of the tension seeped out of his muscles as you started to rub his back. 

“Come on, let’s just get back on the road,” you urged.

When he finally released the guy, the smaller man nearly tripped over himself as he tucked tail and ran for the door. It was hilarious, honestly, but the amusement drained once you caught the worried look in his eyes. 

“He didn’t hurt me,” you promised him. 

König snorted but didn’t reply, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along to the back where he practically threw you into the women’s single restroom. 

“König, we can’t bring this in here! I haven’t paid-”

You barely registered the sound of the door lock clicking before your back slammed against the metal,  eager hands taking the bottles out of your grasp. He put them aside, god knows where, only to grab your hips and lift you onto his waist. You barely caught the sight of his gaiter being drawn down before his mouth was on yours. 

“I can’t fucking take you anywhere without men tripping over themselves to talk to you,” he snarled, “Do you know how fucking frustrating that is?!” 

“K-”

He silenced you by shoving his tongue into your mouth, welcoming each eager moan you let out like it were better than oxygen itself. His hands slipped down to cup your ass and a shiver ran down your spine as he massaged your globes gently. 

“König,” you whined, “We- We can’t- we don’t have- time to-”

 Despite your objections, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him in closer. It’d been almost a month since you’d properly touched him and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking about this since you were given the mission brief from Graves. 

“Then we will <em> make time</em>, maus, because I am not leaving this room without hearing you moan my name, do you understand?” 

Eyes rolling back in your head, you gave in with a weak whimper when his hips ground against your cunt, the hard seam of your jeans being pushed perfectly against your clit by his growing erection. His nose brushed against yours, his mouth so close you could feel his breath panting across your wet lips yet just far enough to deny you the kiss. Digging your hands into his shaggy blonde locks, you tried to pull him forward to no avail.

“Say you understand, Süßes mädchen,” he demanded gruffly. 

“F-Fuck, König, I- I understand, just- please!”

Your words were silenced by a sudden pounding on the door, your heart clenching in pain at the sudden shock. Neither of you moved, eyes locked as your face burned hot. And then they knocked again. 

“If you two are done fuckin’ in there, we’re ready to go!” Max sang quietly. 

“Jesus fucking- Just give me a second,” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your tone. 

Well, fuck. The cat was out of the bag, at least to Max. Hopefully, you could get him alone and talk to him about it before he said something. You trusted him, a lot, so if you could just get him to <em>agree</em> to keep it quiet, you believed he’d keep the secret. You could hear him cackling to himself as he walked away and instantly slumped against König with a whine. It wasn’t even half a minute later before his hand was on your face, fingers and thumb pressing into your chubby cheeks as he lifted your head and stared into your eyes keenly. 

“Tonight, keep your tent opened for me,” he breathed.

“U-Uh, okay,” you murmured in shock. 

Another soft kiss and you were set down on the floor, left to watch in awe as he pulled the black gaiter back up. 

“Oh, hey, lean down,” you murmured, crooking your finger at him.

Lifting a brow in confusion, he did as asked and you giddily fixed his out-of-place hairs from your actions. 

“Didn’t wanna leave you with almost-sex hair,” you teased. 

His chuckle ran shudders down your spine, straight to your cunt, and you silently cursed out Max for ruining your first alone time with König in weeks. Letting out a sigh, you collected the vodka bottles and followed the big man out to the register, snagging a two-liter of Sprite from one of the aisles you walked through on the way. It would have to be good enough. You didn’t want to hold up the group any more than you already had. 

König took the drinks and set them up with his other stuff as the cashier started to talk to him, drawing your attention from him to her. She was pretty, like, really pretty; Could be a model pretty with her long blonde curls, bright green eyes, and petite figure. For a moment, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to look like her or date her more. 

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

“Ja, thank you,” König replied simply.

Aaaaannnd she instantly melted. No one was immune to him it seemed, not that you could blame her. Without his sniper hood and kit, he looked much more approachable, his beautiful blue eyes unmarred by the usual eye black and his tousled blonde locks basically begging to be touched. Add in the fact that he was six foot eight, about two hundred and eight pounds of pure muscle in a tight black shirt and khakis, and the Austrian accent to boot, no male-attracted person <em>wouldn’t</em> want him. 

“I’m glad to hear it! Haven’t seen you around these parts before. You new to town?” she pushed on, a cute pink now decorating her cheeks. 

König made a non-commital noise and muttered, “Passing through.”

The cashier began rambling on about all the things to do in the small town but you tuned her out when you noticed König tapping his fingers rapidly against his thigh. He was quite good at guarding his expressions but apparently not his body, his movements screaming anxious or annoyed. He’d talked with you a little on the subject when you mentioned getting anxious over meeting your trainer for the first time, but you’d never really been in a situation where you saw his. 

Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his, waiting for a reaction before you fully committed to the action. You wanted to help but you weren’t sure if a public display of affection would just make it worse. When he grabbed your hand, his gaze met yours and you saw that familiar little crinkle appear by his eyes, his lips quirking up under the fabric. 

“Danke, meine liebling,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“So your total is twenty-eight thirty.”

The cashier speaking broke the comfortable little bubble around the two of you. Flushing softly as you saw the annoyance in her glare, you apologized to her for getting distracted and let go of König to grab your wallet from your purse only for your hand to be smacked away. Confusion brought your head up when you heard the beep of the card reader and watched him take the bag from her. 

“I was going to pay for that,” you mumbled, arms across your chest as you pouted. 

König chuckled and leaned down, resting a hand on the dip in your back to lead you out as he murmured lowly, “I know, but you will not pay for a single thing while I am here.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know? I do have my own money.” 

“Ja, but you are mine, and I always take care of what’s precious to me,” he replied smoothly.

Butterflies stormed your belly and you found it impossible to hold his gaze as he opened the glass door for you, urging you through first. What was this man doing to you? Treating you like a princess in bed was one thing, but to have him doting on you like this the rest of the time too? It was going to take some getting used to.  

“Have a good night! Don’t forget to stop by on your way back through!” 

You had to give it to her, she didn’t give up easily. If only you had the same gumption. You couldn’t have even imagined talking to König, let alone hitting on him, if he hadn’t been the one to initiate the conversation. 

“Thanks, have a good one,” you called back as König gave a half-assed little wave, letting the door shut behind you.

The warmth of his hand left your back as you approached the SUV, Amy and Max smoking at the back while Horangi and Luke yelled about something to do with cake from the back seat. 

“All good?” Amy asked.

You saw the mischievous look in Max’s eyes as he took a drag off his cigarette and lifted a single brow. 

“Yeah, everything good?” he parroted, a much more suggestive tone to his voice. 

Barely containing the urge to strangle him, you forced on a smile and nodded in reply. 

“Peachy, König had to rescue me from a douche bag but otherwise-”

“What?!” “What!”

Both were instantly at attention, Amy practically clucking around you like a mother hen while Max mumbled about figuring out who it was so he could “just talk to him”. It was adorable honestly. 

“Guys-”

“He’s gone,” König interrupted, a tinge of amusement in his tone as he walked by to get to his door, “Practically pissed himself on the way out.” 

Once they were certain you weren’t hurt, they finished their cigarettes and you all climbed back into the SUV. König instantly passed you his phone again, a silent understanding that you’d control the music, and you were on the road once more. 

“Oh, shit, did you see that cashier though?!” Luke cried suddenly, as if having a revelation. 

Horangi and Max instantly leaped on the topic. 

“Dude, right?! What a smoke show!” Max jeered eagerly, “She knew it too because there was no denyin’ the way she was tryin’ to show us her ass to get that pack of Marlboros.”

Amy let out a groan that matched the way you felt about the subject matter. At least they weren’t being too gross about it. You could imagine Amy, like you, had heard too much from the guys you worked with. 

“And what an ass it was,” Horangi groaned then raised his voice, “I bet the big man had an even better view down her top too, ain’t that right, König?”  

König went stiff beside you and you did your best to not react as you spotted the slight flush peeking over his gaiter. You could practically feel the nerves rolling off of him in waves, or were you projecting your own onto him? Did he usually talk about that kind of thing with Horangi? Not like you could really be upset with him if he did. Nobody knew about your secret relationship, and it wasn’t like looking at other people was illegal anyway. You could only imagine the beautiful women he worked with at KorTac. Fuck, take Amy as an example. She was gorgeous, and you had no doubt his fellow military members were attractive as well, especially since they all had to keep up a certain fitness level. No, you couldn’t- wouldn’t- be mad if he did the usual guy talk with his friends, but it didn’t make the knot of jealousy and insecurity in your chest any less painful. 

He made a non-commital noise in reply and Horangi burst into laughter. 

“I knew it! She try to pick you up too?” Horangi snickered.

Max slapped his leg and added, “She practically begged Horangi and me for a threesome.” 

“Think she’d be down to run a train if we-”

“Okay, enough!” Amy snapped.

When you looked back in surprise, you felt your heart tug in empathy at the deep red patches across her face. Yeah, she definitely felt the same way you did. 

“You have two women in the car with you assholes! Can you not be disgusting for five minutes?” she added on, “God, we don’t want to hear the way you talk about women as if we’re just pieces of meat for you to fuck.” 

The guys quieted down, a clear look of embarrassment or discomfort on their faces. 

“She’s not wrong,” you added quietly, “It’s just… it’s weird to hear.” 

Max was the first to break the silence, nudging Amy gently as he said, “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry though. You’re fitter than her by a long shot.” 

It was clear he said it to ease the tension and thankfully it worked, Amy’s face darkening again but with a little smirk curling up the ends of her lips. 

“Shut up, you… man,” she shot back with a groan. 

As everyone seemed to relax back into normal conversations, you busied yourself on your phone for a distraction. Scrolling Instagram for a while helped somewhat calm your thoughts, but they came back instantly when you felt König’s fingers touch yours. 

Fuck. As you slid your fingers between his, you did your best to calm the emotions brewing in your belly. It wasn’t like you were mad, or even jealous really, you just felt… inferior, mentally comparing yourself to her. 

“Schatz?” he asked quietly, drawing your attention up.

The concern in his eyes made your heart ache. He knew you so well that it was honestly scary sometimes; a subtle reminder of how much effort he put into understanding you because he liked you <em>that</em> much. Despite being able to have anyone he could want, he chose <em>you</em>. Tapping your thumb against his, you flashed him a little smile. 

“I’m okay,” you assured him.

He seemed unsure of your response but, thankfully, dropped the subject. However, you did notice him holding your hand a little tighter and looking over at you even more until you made it to the drop-off point.

“Alright, remember to take everything. We are not coming back here until the camping trip is over,” König instructed as he slammed his door shut, “If you forget anything, that is on you.” 

“Copy, sir,” Luke replied.

The process of unloading the car took even longer than loading it had, and you really started to feel the fatigue of the day hit during the trek to the camping spot. They had determined that approximately five miles in from the usual campgrounds would be far enough out to avoid strangers dropping in but close enough to claim they got lost if they <em>were</em> discovered by anyone. It also left them about three miles from the supposed Ultranationalist’s base. Smart, but tiring nonetheless. You were suddenly quite happy for all the cardio and training you’d been doing with Max because, before that? You would have never been able to make the hike. 

“We’re here, sir,” Max said suddenly, lifting his GPS toward the colonel.

Thankfully the chosen spot was in a little clearing, not perfectly flat but better than sleeping directly on tree roots and rocks. A silence fell over the group as you all worked on assembling your tents. You and Amy were the only ones with a separate tent all on your own. Horangi and König shared a big one while Luke and Max did the same. By the time the last tent was up and ready, it was already starting to get dark. 

“Okay, fire time, anyone here a pyromaniac?” Horangi asked.

…

“Okay, okay! Never have I ever… slept with someone the same day I met them!” Amy said with a grin, eyes gleaming with the flames before her.

Max cried something about “unfair” while Horangi and Luke just took their shots with a sigh. Immediately your eyes went to König, blushing when you realized he was already staring at you. You subtly lifted your glass to him before downing the shot, grinning when he did the same.  

“Luke, your go!” 

The blonde leaned back and stared up at the sky for a second before a wide grin crossed his face. 

“Never have I ever received anal, and by that, I mean actually taken a dick or dildo up the ass. Fingers don’t count,” he finally said. 

You barely caught your mouth from dropping open in shock when Horangi, Max, and Amy all took shots. 

“Really?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, you haven’t?” Max shot back with a snicker.

Cheeks heating up, you shrugged in reply, suddenly feeling a little out of place. 

“Hey, not everyone likes it, it’s not a big deal,” Amy assured you, “I don’t even really, I just did it for a guy a few times.” 

“I just haven’t really trusted anyone enough,” you explained.

“Oh, yeah, trust is definitely a big thing,” she agreed. 

Max popped open his last beer and took a long drink, eyes surveying the group as he made a show of thinking over his question. 

“Ah, got it! Never have I ever faked an orgasm!” he cried.

Both you and Amy immediately groan, taking the shot like good little troopers. You were surprised to see Luke take a drink as well. 

“Damn, both of you? Really?” Horangi hissed, “That’s harsh. Like, with a one-night stand or-”

“I don’t really do that so… no,” you replied with a shrug, “Been left high and dry by friends with benefits and relationships.”

Amy grimaced and said, “Yeesh, mine was at least with a guy who didn’t know me well. Fuck, if I’m gonna have sex with him more than once, he’d better know what he’s doing or there won’t be a third time.”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, nearly spraying Sprite from your mouth like a fountain until you clapped a hand over your mouth and groaned. 

“Annyywaaayyy, on that note, I’m gonna turn into a pumpkin,” Max sighed, dropping his now empty beer bottle in the growing pile between him and Horangi. 

“Already?” Luke groaned. 

“Yeah, man, this has been fun but I don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow,” Max explained. 

As he got to his feet, you followed suit, telling the group you were headed to bed as well. Really you just wanted the chance to talk to Max about König and you. On the way over to the tents, you pulled him to a stop. 

“Hey, about earlier-”

“I’m not goin’ to say anythin’,” he cut in, smirking down at you, “Big guy deserves happiness and so do you.”

Blinking in shock, you stammered through questions until you finally asked, “What?”

“König; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy,” he explained as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “He’s a good guy once you get passed the happily-murderin’-people thin’, and I know that he’s not goin’ to hurt you, so I’ve no reason to say anythin’.”

At that, your brows furrowed. 

“You knew König before today?” you asked. 

Max stared at you as if you were stupid for a second before he groaned and said, “Shit, he hasn’t told you yet? I thought you knew there were some of us keeping an eye on the Shadows?”

“No, no, he told me that, I just didn’t know that <em>you</em> were one of them.”

“Why else do you think Declan’s shit got aired when it did? Not only was the guy a creep, but König didn’t want someone he couldn’t trust bein’ alone with you that often,” he explained, “Thus, voila, me!” 

Things slowly began to shift into place; The reason he was so insistent on training you properly, always keeping an eye out for you, and treating you like a sister. You weren’t sure how you felt about it. You knew König had spies inside the Shadows, and had admitted to using them to get to know you, but he was still manipulating your life even now? Why didn’t he just tell you? 

“Don’t be upset with him, aye? He’s just lookin’ out for you,” Max said suddenly, clapping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Yeah, no, I’m not mad,” you replied instantly, “Just… confused.” 

“That’s fair. Anywho, good night, oh and if <em>you</em> hear anything comin’ from Amy’s or mine, no ya didn’t,” he snickered, throwing a wink your way when you made a face. 

“Yeah, uh, okay then. Good night.” 

The two of you parted ways and you crawled into your tent with a sigh, thoughts rushing a mile a minute. You were honest when you said you weren’t upset at him, but you definitely wanted an explanation as to why. Turning on your little lamp, you used the light to dig through your bag until you found the black nightie you’d thrown in last minute. It was the only remotely sexy thing you had to sleep in and you wanted to be wearing something other than ratty old pajamas if König stuck to his word and actually joined you. Thankfully, it was pretty warm despite the time of year, so you were only slightly cold before you buried yourself in your sleeping bag and blanket. As you got comfortable, you listened to the sounds of the others talking and laughing, and despite your best efforts, you found your eyes fluttering closed. 

The next thing you knew, you were woken by the sound of a zipper and the tent rustling. At first, you thought about screaming until you heard a soft German curse by your feet. You sat up quickly to find his shadow struggling outside the tent. 

“H-Hold on,” you whispered, crawling forward to open it from your side, “I’m sorry, I thought I’d left enough room to get it open.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Watching his giant form crawl through the tiny ass entry to the tent was probably the funniest thing you’d ever seen. He zipped it back before turning to face you, the lack of space in the tent making his proximity seem even closer. 

“Hey you,” you murmured softly, putting a hand out his way. 

He pulled your hand forward and placed a little kiss on your palm as he rumbled, “Hello, meine schatz. I would have been here sooner but Horangi wouldn’t stop talking about some football game- Ah, it does not matter, I’m just glad to be with you now.” 

You agreed quietly as he crawled to close the distance between your bodies, pushing you back onto the blanket as he did so until he was hovering over you with his hips firmly against yours. 

“I am sorry for earlier,” he said suddenly. 

“Hmm, earlier?” you asked, caught off guard by the statement. 

He gestured behind him and said, “Them, their talk about that woman. I could tell it upset you.” 

Well, shit. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

“And for the record, no, I did not look down her shirt,” he added, leaning down until his lips were barely brushing yours.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

“I wasn’t upset about that, König,” you assured him softly, “Though I wouldn’t blame you if you did. She <em>was</em> very pretty. It was mostly just how they talked about her that bothered me.” 

He made a noise low in his throat that made your skin tingle. When his mouth finally met yours, it was rough, teeth clacking and tongues battling. One hand planted itself by your head while the other wrapped around your throat, tilting your head up to give him better access to the furthest back parts of your mouth. You couldn’t resist rolling your hips up in search of friction and were rewarded with the delicious pressure of his hardening cock. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting for air.

“Scheiße, why would I ever look at her when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” he groaned, fingers giving your throat a little squeeze before trailing down your chest, “Nobody could compare to you, kleine maus.”

“F-Fuck!” you gasped out as he pinched your nipple through the nightie. 

Your chest was heaving with both lust and emotion as he slowly slid the strap down, revealing your breast to his hungry gaze. 

“Look at this, I barely touch you and your body reacts so perfectly to me,” he groaned softly. 

As his fingers slid over your tit and squeezed, you pulled him into another eager kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulders to his back as your legs wrapped around his hips. As sweet as his words were, you’d gone too fucking long without him and you needed him badly.

“Have you seen <em>you</em>?” you teased breathlessly between kisses, “You could just be sitting there and I’d be wet for you, meine lieb.” 

The noise he let out sent chills down your spine, the animalistic growl doing nothing to help the need growing between your legs. He suddenly pulled back, dodging as you tried to follow him for more and you couldn’t help but pout.

“That reminds me. You played a very naughty game earlier,” he said sternly, “That song? Where ever did you find that?” 

Grinning proudly, you replied, “I was looking up tips on learning and speaking German and I got distracted by German music and then I found that one. It just… It was kind of ironic, you know? Also, ya know, pretty hot.” 

“How did it go? Du weißt du kannst nicht entkommen, bin für immer in dei’m kopf, du beugst dich über ziehst am spiegel, während dessen zieh ich zopf” &lt;em>(You know you can't escape. I'm in your head forever. You bend over pulling at the mirror while I pull on your braid).</em> 

Blinking in shock, you quietly reply, “Uh, yeah. How’d you remember that?” 

A devilish smirk crossed his face as he finally leaned back down, but he changed his directory quickly to bring his lips to your ear instead.

“I may have listened to it a few times while Horangi was rambling,” he whispered, breath teasing your ear lightly, “Ich will, dass du weißt. Ich bleib bei dir. Ich bleib bei dir, baby, ich bleib bei dir.” &lt;em>(I want you to know. I’ll stay with you. I'll stay with you, baby, I'll stay with you.)</em>

“Oh <em>fuck me</em>,” you hissed, reflexively coiled back to stare up at him in awe. 

Not only had he paid attention to the song, but he had learned it in less than an hour. And he could fucking <em>sing<em> like <em>that</em>?! While his voice was beautiful normally, his gravelly tone fit the song so well that it almost sounded like it was made for him. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss when he started kissing down your neck and humming bits of the song in between. 

“König, please,” you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair as he bit into the side of your breast and sucked. 

“Yes?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement. 

“I need you, please, now.”

Your efforts to pull him closer were thwarted when he pulled back once more, leaving you to glare up at him in frustration. 

“Not yet, scoot over,” he instructed, patting your hip until you begrudgingly moved to give him room. 

Tugging off his shirt, he tossed it aside before laying down on his back, unbuttoning his pants as he motioned you closer once more. You wasted no time climbing over his hips, a grin tilting up your lips at the way your thighs burned with the stretch to fit over his. 

“Ah-ah, nein, come here,” he grunted, taking hold of your waist.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you let him lead you up his body until you were hovering over his chest but when he tried to get you to move farther, you stopped. Unease settled in your chest when he tried again.

“What are you doing?” you asked blankly.

“I want you on my face, now,” he retorted sharply.

Hands sliding down and around, he cupped your ass at the same time as he arched his back, using the momentum to practically throw you forward until you were on hands and knees at his shoulders. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

He let out a huff of a laugh and retorted, “Yes? Why do you seem so surprised?” 

Your eyes widened in shock and you gestured to your body emphatically. 

“I’m not a tiny woman, König, I could hurt you… fuck, I could <em>kill</em> you!” you snapped, face burning hot as his eyes traveled over your form. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips when he finally rolled his gaze up to meet yours, irritation clear in his eyes slowly melting away as his hands began kneading at your ass. 

“Schatz, you are not going to kill me, nor will you hurt me,” he muttered, “I am more than capable of moving you off if I had to, but I will not need to. Now, come.” 

He made it seem to be cut and dried; Like you wouldn’t be literally restricting his ability to breathe, like you wouldn’t have <em>all</em> of your weight on such a delicate part of the body. 

“I- I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head. 

“Why are you resist-”

“I have big thighs, König, and I know you’re fucking muscle man but what if you lose too much air and you aren’t coherent enough to move me away in time and–”

A sharp slap against your ass had you crying out before you could stop it, the stinging pain radiating through your cheek something fierce as he started to rub the area. Tears welled up in your eyes as he did it again but on the other side. You slapped a hand over your mouth in preparation for more, not wanting to be too loud. As he massaged that too, the pain slowly settled into a low ache that made your pussy throb. König speaking tore you from your inner turmoil and you listened intently. 

“I need you to trust me, meine liebling,”  König demanded, tone leaving little room for argument, “Now, get up here or I will continue to reprimand you until you are unable to even sit tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t!” you hissed, earning a blank look from the big man, “Fuck! For the record, I don’t feel comfortable doing this.”

Despite your words, you let him guide you the rest of the way until your bare cunt was level with his mouth. Fingers squeezed and rubbed at your soft cheeks as he hummed in reply and pulled the nightgown up to rest above your hips. 

“Good thing I don’t care what you want right now.”

Your brain short-circuited in response. Sure, König had always been the dominant and controlling one, but it was always with you in mind. To hear him blatantly state that he was ignoring your concerns was startling… and yet somehow hot as hell. 

He rumbled happily as he pulled you down just shy of sitting on him.

“I’ve been kept well informed about your daily activities and those little boys who think they can win you over.”

The first stroke of his tongue startled a little yelp out of you and you were quick to cover your mouth again, afraid of waking up the fellow campers nearby. His chuckle vibrated your clit in a way that had you almost falling completely against him but you managed to strengthen your legs at the last second and braced one hand on the ground. 

“They- They weren’t-” 

“Nein, do not lie to me. I know about the flowers and the invitations,” he snapped. 

With a little huff, you retorted, “Then you know I threw them away and rejected them, yeah?” 

“That is not enough. They deserve to be <em>flayed alive</em> for even daring to ask you out. The same goes for that arschloch who tried to hit on you today. As if a single one of them is worthy of you, or capable enough to worship this pussy like I do. I am going to remind you just why you belong to me, and why you are only one for me.”   

A little voice in the back of your head dared you to speak up, to tell him it wasn’t their fault they didn’t know you were taken because you had to hide your relationship, but that thought was thrown out the window when he suckled tight on your clit. 

“S-Shi-”

You muffled your little moans again as your other hand found his resting on your hip. Sliding your fingers between his, you slowly let your body relax and allowed him to draw you down even closer, earning a hungry growl from the beast below you. Bit by bit, he coaxed you into rocking your hips. Every movement was met with praising noises from the colonel and it made your anxiety slowly drift away. 

That familiar coil began to tighten in your core as he lapped at your clit faster, broad tongue deft and strong in its motions. It had been way too long since you’d felt his touch and the situation wasn’t making it any easier, the thought of being caught by either of your teammates one that invoked panic and lust. 

You tried to swat away his other hand from where it came to rest on your lower belly, pressing at the extra plush you weren’t comfortable with, but he was too stubborn. He did this the last time you were together too, seemingly understanding how uncomfortable you were with your weight and rolls but refusing to stop touching them. He said he liked how soft you were, that while you were tiny and breakable, he felt better knowing you had that added layer of protection from him and his… excitable tendencies. It kind of hurt, at first, to hear him admit that he noticed that you were indeed chubby but he took his time to <em>prove</em> without a doubt that he saw it as a good thing, something he actually enjoyed on you. The fact that he’d gotten hard while kissing each part of your body that you found imperfect made believing him somewhat easier. 

“O-Oh, oh fuck, König, ju-just- mmh!” 

Biting hard into the meat of your palm, you couldn’t resist giving in completely to your desires, hips moving of their own accord as you chased that growing high. Unfortunately, he tried to say something and, although muffled, his noises instantly broke the spell. 

“Oh god, what? Are you okay?!” you squeaked in shock.

When you tried to move to give him room, his hands clamped down so hard on your hips that you actually cried out and smacked him reflexively. He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t bother letting you go, urging you into moving again. It took a second to calm your heart but once you were certain he hadn’t been calling out for air, you let him pull you back into the waves of bliss. Every stroke of his tongue had your toes curling, little needy mewls of pleasure panting against your palm as your nails dug into the back of his hand. Without really thinking, you reached down and snagged a handful of his hair, pulling him closer as those familiar pulses steadily pushed you toward the edge. 

“König, god, fuck, please baby, I- I-”

Once still, his hands jerked you down until your pussy was flush with his face and his tongue thrust into your core, grinding your clit against his nose with each rut of your hips. It was almost unbearable. Embarrassment tried to rear its ugly head as your thighs clenched around his face but the sudden aggressive moans König let out were enough to fuel you on. 

When it finally hit, it hit hard. Your hand did nothing to stifle the pure, unadulterated ecstasy pouring from your lips, nor the heated mantra of his name as you rode his face. He pushed you through wave after wave of pleasure until you clawed at his hands to release you, escaping from his clutches and falling to the ground beside him in a messy pile of sweat and whimpers. 

König didn’t sound to be in much better shape, his breaths as heavy as yours, but within a minute he was over you, shoving your knees to his chest with one arm while the other tore down his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. A peek of guilt flashed in your chest as you took in his red, disheveled appearance, but it was as if he sensed it, eyes immediately locking onto yours as he lined up his cock. 

“Du hast keine verdammte Ahnung, wie sexy du bist. Ich würde die Welt für dich niederbrennen,” he panted, “I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how beautiful you are, how much I love you.”

Before you even had the chance to react, he thrust forward and buried himself in your cunt with a heady groan. Your hand once again found its place over your mouth as you nearly screamed his name. Sobs broke through your fingers and your other hand found the silky fabric of your sleeping bag, nails scratching and embedding themselves in the fabric in some last-ditch effort to keep yourself grounded.

“Look at me, Süßes mädchen,” he growled, a slight tremor vibrating through his form, “Let me see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.” 

You tried to listen but the moment he drew out and slammed back in, your eyes instinctively shut against the pain and pleasure. It felt like he was breeching your cervix but the pressure against your g-spot felt so good it nearly canceled it out into something pleasurable. Fabric was no longer enough. You needed more, your hand coming to grab at his wrist and digging your nails into his flesh with a whine. 

“Eyes, Y/N.”

Though hazy and tear-filled, you managed to force them open and found him watching you closely, lip bitten his lips as he groaned softly and started fucking you slowly. The slow pace didn’t continue long, much to your simultaneous relief and downfall. When he shifted and pushed your legs further back, it tore a moan from you both. His cock hit that same sweet spot over and over as you clenched around him and the tears finally broke through. 

“F-Fuck, yeessss, there!” you keened weakly, arching into him with the help of his hold, “So- so good. Ohmygod. König, please don’t- don’t stop, Jesus, don’t ever stop!” 

A devastating snarl filled the air as his thrusts grew violent, fingers squeezing your soft thighs so hard you’d certainly have unexplainable bruising in the morning. That thought alone squeezed your walls tighter around him in need. 

“Scheiße!” he hissed suddenly, jerking his hand away from yours. 

Startled, your eyes popped open only to find him staring at his wrist in awe, fresh drops of dark blood running down his arm. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I-!”

In the next breath, your legs were down around his waist and he was leaning over you, one hand on the ground and the other on your throat so hard you could barely think over the pounding of blood in your ears. 

His voice sounded inhuman as he growled your name and bit out, “Don’t apologize, ever. It is an honor to drive you so mad that you wound me. Mark me all you want, maus, I will wear them with pride.” 

Oh. Oh, that was new. You managed a weak little nod before you lost yourself in his touch, rolling your hips up to meet his as the sounds of bodies slapping muddied the air. 

“I feel you tightening again, schatz, do you want to come for me again? Hmm? Going to be my good girl and come so I can fill this pretty little cunt?”

A little positive squeak was all you could make out under the pressure of his hand but it was enough. Every point of his body against yours felt like pure molten lava. Every thrust of his hips rubbed perfectly against your clit. It was heaven and hell in the best of ways. 

“Pl-Please!” you gasped out as you felt that spark flickering to life. 

“Ja, that’s it, taking me so well,” he grunted. 

It was obvious how close he was, the waver in his voice and the way his pace faltered, and his grip tightened just enough to cut off your air supply. Fear became reality for a moment, but when he cried your name, it was over. Your head slammed back into the ground as you silently screamed for him. The world felt upside down when he suddenly released your throat and the blood rushed back into your head, your lungs panting for much-needed oxygen only to whimper his name with reverence. 

“Weißt du, wie sehr ich dich füllen möchte? Du würdest so schön aussehen, wenn du mit meinem Baby schwanger wärst,” he groaned, voice taking on a high pitched whine, “Need to fill you, breed you, bitte, bitte, can I?” 

The moment your brain registered what he had said, a third orgasm hit and you jerked him into a frantic kiss, ignoring the need for breath. Hearing König say that he wanted to breed you? Instantly, logic was gone. It didn’t matter that you were on birth control and couldn’t get pregnant. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to come in you so deep that you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Bitte,” you whimpered back, “König, bitte, yes!” 

 His reaction was instant, voracious moans pouring into your mouth as he started pounding you so hard it actually hurt.

“I love you so much,” he growled darkly, “You’re mine forever, you know that, ja? Mine to love, and protect, and fuck, and breed. Gott, you’ll look so fucking beautiful, all round and soft and pregnant… fuck, with <em>my</em> baby. Mine- Oh, verdammt, ich komme!”  

A sob broke through your lips as he buried himself with one last thrust and your walls clung tight to him as he throbbed deep in your cunt. His whines filled your ears like the sweetest symphony, hips twitching and breaths shaky as he rode out his orgasm. 

Pressing a much softer kiss to his mouth, you bumped your nose into his and pushed your forehead to his. If asked later, you would swear that it was at that moment you knew that you were one hundred percent irrevocably and undeniably in love with König. You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him, to act on his wishes, and to have him as the father of your children and as your life partner. You would do anything and everything to keep him, to make him as happy as he made you.

Fingers coming to thread into his hair and massage his scalp softly, you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, König, so much.”

[pointwhitmark]

Vielleicht die 6 für Cotta und jemanden? ✨

Danke, danke für den prompt 😊

6. Naturally goes along with a white lie you told and cover up for you when people question it.

(Cotta/Goodween)

"Goodween!", rief Donatelli fröhlich, aber auch mit der klaren Aufforderung stehenzubleiben.

"Verdammt!", fluchte Goodween leise, dann drehte er sich zu Donatelli um, grinste breit.

Der Inspektor hatte ein Klemmbrett samt Stift in der Hand. "Gut, dass ich dich endlich treffe.", begann Donatelli, "Kann ich dich für die Karrieremesse der Highschool eintragen?"

Der Stift machte schon Kontakt mit dem Papier. Überhaupt war die Frage wohl eher rhetorisch gewesen.

Doch Goodween hatte nicht die letzten anderthalb Wochen damit verbracht Donatelli aus dem Weg zu gehen und sich dafür in leeren Büros versteckt und sich sogar in der Tiefgarage geduckt fortbewegt, um nicht einen letzten Versuch zu unternehmen, seinem Schicksal zu entgehen.

"Wann genau?", fragte er und streckte den Hals, um auf die Anmeldeliste gucken zu können. "Nächste Woche Mittwoch.", antwortete Donatelli und setze schon an, Goodweens Namen zu schreiben.

"Sorry, da bin ich schon von Cotta eingeteilt worden.", sagte Goodween. "Wofür?", fragte Donatelli, eindeutig misstrauisch.

In diesem Moment trat Cotta auf den Gang, war wohl auf dem Weg zu seinem Büro. 'Jetzt nur die richtige Formulierung finden.', dachte Goodween bei sich, 'Und schneller sein als Donatelli.' Der hatte Cotta nämlich auch bemerkt und würde den anderen Inspektor mit Sicherheit fragen, was an Goodweens Behauptung dran war.

"Für eine Reihe von Befragungen. Reine Routine eigentlich. Aber das ist ein ganzer Sportverein, der auf einer Reise war und Dienstag Abend zurückkommt. Mittwoch kommen sie dann alle hierher und müssen kurz befragt werden.", sagte Goodween, ehe Donatelli das Wort ergreifen konnte.

Goodween sprach laut und Cotta sah tatsächlich auf. Goodween hoffte inständig, dass Cotta seinen Blick zu deuten wusste.

"Stimmt das, Cotta?", fragte Donatelli und wirkte zerknirscht. "Stimmt was?", fragte Cotta. Goodween hielt den Atem an.

"Dass du Goodween hier für nächsten Mittwoch bereits in Beschlag genommen hast."

Cotta blickte kurz zu Goodween, der sich erneut an Telepathie versucht, dann zu Donatelli mit seinem Klemmbrett.

"Ja, sorry. Wusste ja nicht, dass du schon wieder dabei bist, Leute freiwillig zu melden.", sagte Cotta ohne echte Reue. Auch er war schon das ein oder andere Mal Opfer von Donatellis Suche nach 'Freiwilligen' geworden.

Donatelli brummte etwas unverständliches. "Nächstes Jahr aber.", drohte er Goodween an, "Du bist der einzige, der das noch nie gemacht hat." Dann zog er ab.

Goodween folgte Cotta in dessen Büro, schloss die Tür hinter ihnen.

Jetzt, wo sie allein und unbeobachtet waren, erlaubten sie sich einen kurzen Kuss. Ihre Freundschaft war schon alt, aber die Beziehung noch jung. Noch wusste davon keiner ihrer Kollegen.

"Vor was habe ich dich gerade gerettet?", fragte Cotta. "Karrieremesse in der Highschool." Goodween schüttelte sich theatralisch.

"Ist es wirklich so schlimm, den Teenagern von unserem Beruf zu erzählen? Wenn sie denn überhaupt fragen.", sagte Cotta und lehnte sich entspannt gegen seinen Schreibtisch.

Goodween trat vor ihn, ihre Hände berührten sich. "Das ist tatsächlich gar nicht das Problem, obwohl der Umgang mit Teenagern nichts ist, um das ich jemanden beneiden würde." Cotta hob die Augenbrauen.

"Ja, ich weiß, deine drei besonderen Schützlinge sind streng genommen auch Teenager.", sagte Goodween, "Aber meistens benehmen sie sich ja doch schon recht erwachsen. Er wiegte den Kopf hin und her, rief sich seine letzten Begegnungen mir den Dreien in Erinnerung. "Manchmal aber auch mit der Naivität weit jüngerer Kinder. Also eigentlich tatsächlich wie typische Teenager."

Cotta lachte kurz, dann zog er Goodween für einen weiteren Kuss zu sich.

"Was ist denn das wahre Problem?", fragte er. "Und ich hatte schon gehofft, dass du das vergessen hast.", bemerkte Goodween. "Keine Chance. Jetzt bin ich neugierig."

"Der Typ vom Zoo.", sagte Goodween, "Der bringt immer eine Schlange mit. So eine riesige Würgeschlange." Er schüttelte sich. "Kann ich überhaupt nicht leiden."

Cotta lachte. "Du hast Angst vor Schlangen?", fragte er ungläubig und dich amüsiert. "Keine Angst!", sagte Goodween schnell, "Ich mag sie nur eben nicht."

Er wusste, dass er Cotta nicht überzeugen konnte. Der kicherte noch immer. Goodween versuchte ihn mit einem Kuss zum Schweigen zu bringen.

Der Erfolg war mäßig. Cotta sagte: "Wir sollten beide wieder an die Arbeit. So schön das hier auch ist." Wie immer hatte Cotta recht.

"Aber für die Rettung vor der ach so gefährlichen Schlange könntest du an besagtem Mittwoch ein Restaurant aussuchen."

"Und auch bezahlen, oder was?", fragte Goodween grinsend.

"Nun ja, ich muss jetzt die ganzen Mitglieder des Fußballvereins zusammentelefonieren und ihnen sagen, dass ich sie nächste Woche Mittwoch hier erwarte."

"Du willst das wirklich durchziehen?"

"Donatelli wird das auf jeden Fall überprüfen, da kannst du Gift draufnehmen. Alternativ kannst du ihm auch erzählen, dass du Angst vor Schlangen hast, vielleicht akzeptiert er das."

Goodween stöhnte übertrieben. Cotta wartete auf seine Antwort.

"Okay, okay. Chinesisch im Ordnung?" "Keinen Imbiss.", sagte Cotta, "Ich erwarte eine Tischdecke."

[the-three-last-brain-cells]

HGGGGGG SCREAMS AT YOU. OKAY OKAY OKAY PBJ HEADCANONS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

*räusper*

JUSTUS

der zweitgrößte von den dreien mit 1,82m. trans*mann, hält aber nichts vom binden also titties out all the waym AHEM. ignore that. (<-- justus titty enthusiast) schwarze haare, ziemlich glatt und sieht aus wie ein ausgewachsener topfschnitt. sommersprossen wie bescheuert, und er ist auch nicht weiß. meine hcs für ihn sind, dass seine mum aus Indien ist und sein dad Deutscher, der nach Amerika gezogen ist als Kind. Chronischer Hawaii-Hemden-Träger (aber das ist basically canon) und NUR Dreiviertelhosen. also legit. er trägt nichts anderes.

PETER

der größte! 1,90m genau. Auch trans*mann, aber er muss sich zum passen nicht anstrengen, er hat basically keine tetas und auch n recht kantiges gesicht, kommt also relativ gut als cis rüber. Ginger GINGER. er hat wirklich fast rote Haare, und trägt sie reeelativ kurz, geht leider schon auf wasserrutsche zu aber er schaffts noch das ganze gut aussehen zu lassen. Er ist vollblütiger Amerikaner (LMAOOK) aber hat Geschichte irgendwo in WestIrland. Trägt Jerseys und sportshorts, wenns warm ist, sonst aber auch mal nh einfarbiges sweatshirt.

BOBBELE

Der kleinste der drei! 1,78m. EBENFALLS trans*mann, und er ist auch der einzige der Binder trägt. er chillt aber hart. dunkelblonde Haare, ziemlich lockig und auch relativ lang, er hat n Mullet. Ist zur hälfte Däne, auf süß. Hat richtig guten Geschmack in Sachen Kleidung, wie man weiß. Geht in Richtung streetwear, mit bisschen goth influenzen. Mein süßi, zu ihm ist nicht viel zu sagen.

sorry dass ich so geramblef habe you gave me the chance and I took it LMAOSISOA

YES genau dieses Zeugs ist gefragt und so viel details yes yes yessssssss >>>>:)

Handshaking you so hard on all of them being trans especially

[trauma-report]

❌

{ ANTI-VALENTINE'S DAY ❌ } --- Sender and receiver decide to boycott the holiday together.

Wenn es einen Feiertag im Jahr gab, dem Jascha am wenigsten echte Bedeutung zukommen ließ, dann war es der Valentinstag. Für ihn waren die ganzen Pärchen, die am heutigen Tag auf die Straße gingen, um schick essen zu gehen lediglich Opfer des Konsumwahns, während sich Schmuckläden, Restaurants und Confiserien das Geld in die Taschen steckten und den Umsatz des Jahres machten. Liebe wurde um jeden Preis mit den besten Angeboten und angeblichen Schnäppchen verbreitet, mit dem Zwang, Liebesbekundungen auszusprechen, obwohl es sich an jedem anderen Tag vermutlich ehrlicher angefühlt hätte als am extra dafür vorgesehenen Feiertag. 

Kurzum, Jascha hielt nicht viel vom Valentinstag, außer, dass es in Moskau in der Vergangenheit an diesem Tag schon immer besonders leicht gewesen war, Single-Frauen beim Feierngehen um den Finger zu wickeln. So gesehen hatte dieser Tag also auch etwas Gutes gehabt, auch wenn er romantischen Gesten selten eine Chance gegeben hatte. Trotzdem gab es eine Liebe in seinem Leben, die ihn immer weich werden ließ, auch wenn sie weder etwas mit Romantik, noch mit diesem komerziell verkommenen Tag zu tun hatte. Seine Mutter hatte angerufen, hatte wissen wollen, wie es ihm in Prag ging und ob er denn einen schönen Valentinstag verbringen würde, was unterschwellig dafür stand, dass sie herausfinden wollte, ob ihr einziger Sohn denn endlich unter die Haube kam. Ein für ihn resignierendes Gespräch, auch wenn er seiner sorgenden Mutter nie für irgendetwas böse sein konnte. Dafür liebte er sie zu sehr. 

Das Telefonat dauerte nicht lange und nachdem er aufgelegt hatte fragte er sich tatsächlich, wie er diesen Tag noch verbringen sollte. Juri, Wasja und Grischa wirkten alle nicht sehr begeistert von der Idee, heute noch das Airbnb zu verlassen, in das sie sich zurückgezogen hatten. Grischa und Juri hatten einen üblen Kater, waren unfähig dazu, die Wohnung zu verlassen und Wasja wollte mit seiner Frau videocallen, wenn er schon nicht bei ihr sein konnte. 

Seufzend zog Jascha sein Smartphone hervor, daddelte ein wenig in seinen sozialen Medien, bis er auf die Idee kam, die wohl noch einzig übrig gebliebene Person anzuschreiben, von der er wusste, dass sie sich zur Zeit auch in der Stadt befand. Kami. 

Sie war dabei. Die beiden schrieben sich kurz zusammen, wann und wo sie sich treffen wollten und schon bald schnappte sich Jascha seine Jacke, teilte seinen Freunden mit, dass er noch etwas um die Häuser zog und sie mit dem Essen bestellen nicht auf ihn warten sollten. Ein winziger Supermarkt, der sich kaum als solcher bezeichnen durfte, hielt ihn unterwegs noch einmal kurz auf, dann machte er sich auf direktem Weg zum Rudolfinum, vor dem Kami bereits auf ihn wartete. 

“Sorry, ich musste ‘nen Zwischenstopp einlegen”, entschuldigte er indirekt seine kleine Verspätung und hielt in der einen Hand eine Flasche Wodka und in der anderen eine Tüte Semechki. 

“Warum wundert es mich nicht, dass du Alkohol mitbringst?” fragte sie kopfschüttelnd, aber mit einem Schmunzeln auf den Lippen. 

“Es wäre kein Valentins-Boykott ohne Alkohol. Außerdem teilen wir die uns, es wird dir also erspart bleiben, mich aus der Moldau zu fischen… Zumindest ist mein Anspruch an heute Abend, dort nicht noch einmal drinnen zu landen.” Sein letzter ausgesprochener Satz klang nachdenklicher und mehr an sich selbst gerichtet. Kami währenddessen hob skeptisch eine Augenbraue. 

“Woher willst du denn wissen, dass ich Wodka mag?” fragte sie, was Jascha unterschwellig wie ein Test vorkam, den er jedoch gekonnt einfach umging. 

“Wodka muss man nicht mögen”, antwortete er, noch während er dabei war die Flasche zu öffnen. “Je höher die Qualität ist, desto mehr schmeckt der Wodka nach nichts.” 

Er nahm einen kurzen Schluck, verzog kaum eine Miene, obwohl die Flüssigkeit enorm im Rachen brannte und reichte die Flasche dann an sie weiter. Sie zögerte kurz, nahm sie dann jedoch entgegen und nippte vorsichtig, verzog im Gegensatz zu ihm, der traurigerweise den harten Stoff schon zu sehr gewohnt war, wesentlich mehr das Gesicht. 

“Naja und der ist von eher minderer Qualität. Aber er wirkt”, lachte er dann und nahm die Flasche wieder entgegen, die sie wohl wieder loswerden wollte. Sonderlich gut kannten sie sich noch nicht, trotzdem war die Stimmung zwischen ihnen nicht angespannt. Jascha verstand sich darauf, Menschen schnell das Gefühl zu geben, dass er umgänglich und nahbar war, selbst wenn er noch kein einziges Wort über sein Privatleben verloren hatte. Zusätzlich schien Kami eine sarkastische Art zu besitzen, die mit Jascha’s Humor matchte. Der Alkohol tat sein Übriges und aus einigen Schlucken puren Wodka, den sich Kami mehr schlecht als Recht lediglich als Mittel zum Zweck nutzte, wurde aus den beiden schnell zwei angetrunkene Unruhestifter… Oder zumindest aus Jascha, der Kami einfach mit sich ins Verderben zog. 

Wie Jascha plötzlich auf die Idee kam, Schnee von einem Geländer zu klauben und einen Ball daraus zu formen, konnte man wohl nur auf die Tatsache zurückführen, dass Männer im Inneren irgendwie doch Jungs blieben. Kleinigkeiten, wie frisch gefallener Schnee konnten da ausreichen, um das Kind im Mann zu triggern und da Kami gerade einige Meter vor ihm lief, die Wodkaflasche in der einen Hand, den Blick auf eine alte Kirche gerichtet, so als ob sie in dem historischen Gebäude wesentlich mehr sehen – oder hören – würde, als ein paar alte Steine und Bretter, durch die der Wind heulte, bemerkte sie gar nicht, wie Jascha seine Umgebung ganz anders zu nutzen wurde. 

In Gedanken versunken sah sie den Schneeball nicht kommen, der sie an der Schulter traf und ordentlich zusammenzucken ließ. Doch kaum war der Schockmoment vorbei, veränderte sich auch schon ihr Gesichtsausdruck und sie stellte die Flasche auf dem Boden neben dem Zaun ab, der die Kirche umgab. 

“Na, warte. Das wirst du bereuen!” rief sie aus und griff selbst nach etwas Schnee, um es Jascha heimzuzahlen. Eine erbitterte, von jugendlichen Kichern geprägte Schneeballschlacht entfachte zwischen ihnen und selbst ein ungünstig landender eiskalter Schneeball in seinem Nacken brachte dem kaum Abbruch. Erst als eine Ladung Schnee unbeabsichtigt eine andere Flugbahn verfolgte und mit einem plumpen Aufschlag mitten auf dem Tisch einer Bar auf der anderen Straßenseite, die draußen Heizpilze aufgestellt hatte und vor der sich einige Menschen tummelten, ihr Ziel fand und irgendjemanden erschreckt zum Aufquietschen brachte, schien der plötzlich entstandene und mit unfairen Mitteln gefochtene Kampf zwischen Kami und Jascha vorerst beendet. 

“Los, lauf. Lauf!” raunte er ihr zu, sein Lachen dabei kaum unterdrückend, während er sie schon voranschob, die Flasche vom Boden aufklaubte und mit ihr vom Tatort floh, bevor jemand die beiden beschuldigen konnte, ein Valentinstagsdate gestört zu haben. Erst zwei Straßen weiter blieben sie außer Atem stehen, während die Kälte feine, kleine Wölkchen vor ihren Gesichtern bildete. Jascha klopfte ihr den Schnee von der Jacke, den seine Würfe darauf hinterlassen hatten. 

“Also wenn du mich damit treffen wolltest, dann kannst du echt schlecht werfen”, sagte er anschließend mit deutlichem Sarkasmus und warf einen prüfenden Blick auf die Flasche in seiner Hand. “Und wenn deine Ausrede ist, dass du schon zu betrunken bist, dann verträgst du echt wenig.” 

“Wer weiß, vielleicht war der Wurf auch von dir. Und was den Alkohol angeht könntest du Recht haben… Ich hab nicht so oft Sauftouren in Europa mit meinen Freunden gemacht”, antwortete sie schulterzuckend, aber nach wie vor mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht, auch wenn da auch etwas anderes mitschwang, ein kleiner Hauch von Melancholie. 

“Lässt sich ändern”, antwortete Jascha. Er war froh darüber, die Unterkunft heute doch noch verlassen zu haben. Zwar nicht dafür um dem nachzugehen, was er normalerweise getan hätte, aber dafür um seine Zeit mit jemandem zu verbringen, mit dem es unverhofft leicht war, Spaß zu haben und die Seele zwischen düsteren Gedanken und dem nächsten miserablen Ablenkungsversuch, einfach mal baumeln zu lassen. Ganz zwanglos und ohne dem anderen etwas vorzumachen.

[tryingadifferentsong]

Schloss Einstein Rewatch Folge 121 - 124

Wolf stichelt weiter gegen Kevin, Ingo macht vor allem mit, um Wolf zu verteidigen, Atze steht die meiste Zeit leise daneben und Tine ist mal wieder die einzige, die den Jungs aufzeigt, wie lächerlich sie gerade sind. Wolf kommt aber auch wieder zu Verstand und rettet Kevin vor dem Supermarkt-Miarbeiter, indem er eine Dosenpyramide umfährt. Sorry, aber wer in einem so engen Supermarkt so Dosenpyramiden aufbaut ist ist selbst schuld, wenn die (absichtlich oder nicht) umfallen 😅 Ingo muss später natürlich auch noch mal anmerken, wie cool Wolf dabei aussah ☝️

Louisa hat ein ✨ Handy ✨ bekommen und ist ganz groß im Klingeltöne-Game drin. Max steigt ein und bestätigt gleich mal meine eher nervige Erinnerung an ihn, indem er Chinesisch "spricht" und dabei nur "Ping Pong Ping Pang" usw. sagt. Oh Gott es wird noch schlimmer, später macht auch Herr Fabian einen chinesischen Akzent nach, indem er einfach alle Rs als L ausspricht. Und dann auch noch Louisa und Laura im Geisha-Kostüm, help 🫣

Warum bedankt sich Vera bei Sebastian dafür, dass er bei ihr Modell stehen möchte, mit einem Wangenkuss? Genauso wie es für die gesamte Story am Ende echt kaum relevant ist, ob Sebastian jetzt ein Akt-Model ist oder Vera ein Porträt von ihm zeichnen würde. Immerhin ist Vera so gnädig und Sebastian darf seine Shorts anbehalten, aber so wie auch Sebastian anfangs dagegen ist, hinterlässt das echt einen unangenehmen Beigeschmack, einen so junge Schauspieler in so eine Szene zu stecken... (Zum Glück wird da heute deutlich mehr darauf geachtet!) Und ein Porträt von Sebastian in seinem Romeo-Kostüm wäre doch sowieso viel cooler gewesen!! Als Vera die Situation gegenüber Elisabeth auflöst, hätte echt nur noch ein "bei mir brauchst du dir sowieso keine Gedanken zu machen, dass ich dir irgendeinen Typen wegschnappe, auf die steh ich sowieso nicht" gefehlt, so wie sie und auch Josephine davor reagieren, kann sich eh niemand auf dem Internat vorstellen, dass Vera Interesse an Jungs hat 😄

Ich konnte mich überhaupt nicht daran erinnern, dass Franz anfangs in Elisabeth verliebt war 😳 Und dann kommen wir zu einem ikonischen Seelitz-Moment. Elisabeth will Sebastian für sich gewinnen, indem sie vortäuscht im See zu ertrinken, so dass er ihr Retter sein kann. Bei seinem Rettungsversuch bekommt Sebastian einen Wadenkrampf und Elisabeth muss Sebastian retten. Als er noch benommen am Ufer liegt, küsst sie ihn und wählt die romantischen Worte "weg da, das ist meine Wasserleiche" 😍😂 aber bei aller Komik; irgendwie ist das auch einfach super übergriffig?! In diesem Moment wirkte Sebastian zwar auch so, dass er geküsst werden möchte, aber der Junge ist gerade fast ertrunken und einfach dankbar, dass er gerettet wurde und ist davor Elisabeths mehrmaligen Annäherungsversuchen deutlich aus dem Weg gegangen. Und danach sind die dann wirklich zusammen, wtf?? Und warum hab ich das früher einfach überhaupt nicht hinterfragt? 🙃

Sehr schön, dass wir nochmal was von der Freundschaft zwischen Frau Feilke und Frau Seiffert sehen! Aber dass sie wieder mit Atzes Vater zusammen kommt gefällt mir gar nicht... Sie weiß ja selber, was er für ein Mistkerl ist, und natürlich sollte man Menschen auch eine zweite Chance geben usw. aber ich glaub bei Atzes Vater leider auch nicht dran, dass der sich ändert und ich glaub Atzes Mutter hält da einfach an der Vorstellung einer Happy Family fest, obwohl sie selbst weiß, dass das mit Atzes Vater langfristig nicht klappen wird 😭 aber Atzes Aktion seinen Vater zu einem anderen Treffpunkt zu schicken, als ihn ihre Mutter nach Hause einlädt, ist trotzdem nicht fair, auch wenn ich verstehen kann, dass er keine Lust darauf hat. Und das Ultimatum "Papa oder ich" ist natürlich auch nicht okay. Aber das sieht er ja später selbst ein.

Oh wir sehen mal wieder Herr Wolferts liebe Seite, ich will mehr davon! Im Gespräch mit Antje ist er wirklich verständnisvoll und gibt ihr sogar unverbindlichen Hinweise (Zwinker Zwinker), auf welche Themen sie sich für die nächste Klausur vorbereiten sollte. Haha, als Antje den Tipp von Iris befolgt und ihre Geschichtsbücher unter ihr Kopfkissen legt, weil man dann am nächsten Tag angeblich alles kann, was in den Unterlagen steht und am nächsten Tag mit einem verlegenem Hals in die Schule kommt, habe ich mich sehr wiedererkannt. Das war halt wirklich ein Ding früher 😂

[mercedes-lenz]

alles klar, ready for some cursed question games?

wie viel Geld müsste man dir bieten, damit du für zwei ganze Minuten mit Sturm-und-Drang-Goethe rummachst? An einer Kutsche gelehnt.

i'm sorry ich hab lange überlegt wie ich darauf antworten soll. ich finde es bisschen seltsam fremde leute sowas zu fragen und bin nicht hier um auf sowas zu antworten. deswegen werde ich es auch nicht tun.

aber die spezifikation "sturm und drang goethe" hat mich in eine philosophische grübelspirale geworfen. wenn man generell nicht mit goethe rummachen würde dann ist es ja egal obs der sturm und drang goethe ist oder der minister goethe oder der italien goethe oder der klassik goethe oder der alte goethe oder keine ahnung. aber gibt es leute die den sturm und drang goethe kategorisch ablehnen und mit den anderen goethes rummachen würden ? er sah so aus:

Georg Oswald May: Johann Wolfgang Goethe. 1779.

ig man könnte sagen dass man den sturm und drang goethe nicht gut findet weil er bisschen ... seltsam war zu der zeit aber ehrlich gesagt hat er ja auch nie aufgehört seltsam zu sein ?

außerdem musste ich auch darüber nachdenken: wenn man ihn für immer ruinieren wollen würde dann hätte man hier ne chance. er hat bis dahin in seinem leben gefühlt 50 körbe bekommen imagine da kommt jemand und macht actually mit dem rum und dann kommt danach raus dass die person es nur fürs geld gemacht hat. der typ wäre gebrochen. es wäre seine villain origin story.

ja das sind meine 3cent zu der frage aber falls noch mehr solche fragen kommen werde ich sie einfach nicht beantworten sorry das hier war für die philosophische fragestellung und den tipp an die goethe hater

[world-of-stone]

On the eve of Bischofshofen and in (not so loving) memory of that time when the athletes and us had to suffer through 4 competitions in B'Hofen in 5 days (remember that?), I'm giving you... some fanfiction. This was written in 2022, I only just found it again. Sorry it's in German, sometimes I write in English as well but this one came to me in German only)

Bye Bischofshofen

Karl zieht die Kabinentür auf und betritt den kleinen Raum. Schnell ins Warme, einen kurzen Moment Verschnaufen vor dem zweiten Durchgang. Andi und Constantin sitzen auf einer der Bänke und unterhalten sich leise, Eisei tigert durch den Raum. Seine Teamkameraden, die dank seines Sturzes nun wirklich keine Chance mehr haben, hier heute noch irgendetwas mitzunehmen. Eisei schaut auf, als die Tür ins Schloss fällt. Während Karl sich den Helm vom Kopf zieht, kommt Markus auf ihn zu.

„Bist du okay?“

Karl winkt müde ab. „Alles noch dran, keine Sorge.“  Markus sieht ihn noch einen Moment prüfend an, bevor er leicht nickt und sich neben ihm auf die Bank fallen lässt. Karl ist froh, dass er es dabei bewenden lässt: Eisei kann eine ziemliche Glucke sein, wenn er das Gefühl hat, dass mit einem seiner Teamkameraden etwas nicht in Ordnung ist. Heute ist vieles nicht in Ordnung, bei allen von ihnen, und gleichzeitig sind sie zu müde und geschafft von den letzten Tagen und Wochen, um sich darüber aufzuregen.

Eins muss Karl dennoch loswerden. „Jungs, ich muss mich entschuldigen. Ich weiß selbst nicht genau, was da los war, aber der Sturz hätte definitiv nicht passieren dürfen.“

Nachdem der Sprung schon nicht besonders gut war, hat diese Aktion ihn und das ganze Team zusätzlich wertvolle Punkte gekostet. Das Podium ist damit in noch unerreichbarere Ferne gerückt. „Tut mir echt Leid, dass ich es vermasselt hab.“

Andi schüttelt entschieden den Kopf. „So ein Schmarrn, du hast gar nichts vermasselt. Das ist jedem von uns schon mal passiert.“ Karl spürt, wie Markus eine Hand auf seine rechte Schulter legt. „Hör bloß auf dich dafür zu entschuldigen. Hauptsache, dir ist nichts passiert.“ Constantin nickt. „Wenn überhaupt, vermasseln wir es heute alle gemeinsam. Du kannst da noch am allerwenigsten dafür.“

Karl nickt. Der Zuspruch tut gut, auch wenn er weiß, dass sein Fehler vermeidbar gewesen wäre. Die Luft ist einfach raus und all das, was sich in den letzten Tagen in Bischofshofen falsch eingeschliffen hat, kommt ihn heute teuer zu stehen. Es wäre schön gewesen, einen versöhnlichen Abschluss an dieser Schanze zu schaffen, aber es soll wohl nicht so sein.

Ihr Trainer betritt den kleinen Raum und sagt ein paar Sätze. Karl hört nur mit einem Ohr zu – im Kopf geht er seinen Sprung noch einmal durch. Er hat einfach nicht gut genug aufgepasst, war verärgert, weil er so früh schon gelandet war, obwohl er doch einen langen Sprung gebraucht hätte, um vielleicht doch noch ein paar Meter und Punkte aufzuholen.

Als alle um ihn herum aufstehen, wird er aus seinen Gedanken gerissen. Er klatscht mit Andi und Consti ab, die schon wieder ihre volle Montur angelegt haben und die Kabine verlassen, auf dem Weg zum zweiten Durchgang. Horngacher nickt ihm noch einmal zu, ehe auch er durch die Tür tritt. Neben ihm setzt Markus seinen Helm auf und zieht die Jacke über.

Wieder spürt er eine Hand an seinem Arm. „Alles in Ordnung?“, fragt Markus.

Karl hebt die Schultern. Was soll er darauf schon antworten? Seine Formkurve zeigt gerade stabil nach unten, die Tournee hat mehr als sonst üblich an seinen Nerven gezehrt und seine Sprünge gestern und heute haben auch nicht dazu beigetragen, seine Grundstimmung wirklich zu verbessern.

Markus schaut ihn noch immer an und wartet wohl auf eine Antwort. „Wird schon gehen“, meint Karl schließlich. Zu mehr Optimismus kann er sich gerade nicht durchringen. Markus macht einen Schritt auf ihn zu und legt Karl einen  Arm um die Schultern. „Ein letzter Sprung noch und dann ab nach Hause. Vergiss irgendwelche Platzierungen, komm einfach nur sicher da runter.“

Karl nickt. Auch wenn es ihm schwerfällt seinen Ehrgeiz zurückzustecken: Heute holen sie hier sowieso nichts mehr. Alle Chancen auf einen Podestplatz haben sie im ersten Durchgang vergeigt – er selbst am allermeisten und im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes. Mit der linken Hand fischt er auf der Bank nach seinen Handschuhen, die er dort vorhin abgelegt hatte, den rechten Arm hat er um Markus gelegt.

Der drückt ihn jetzt noch einmal kurz, ehe er sich von ihm löst. Karl atmet tief ein – der kurze Moment Nähe hat gut getan. Er ist nicht der Typ, der von sich aus Körperkontakt sucht, nicht wie Markus oder Andi, auch wenn er nichts dagegen hat. Manchmal merkt er erst dann, wenn ihm jemand halb auf dem Rücken liegt oder die Schulter klopft, wie sehr er die Nähe braucht. Markus scheint es manchmal fast vor ihm zu spüren und hält sich dann noch mehr als sonst in seiner Nähe auf, bis sich die Gelegenheit für eine kurze Umarmung ergibt.

Nacheinander verlassen sie die Kabine. Markus schüttelt den Kopf, während er hinter sich die Tür zuzieht. „Selten dämliche Veranstaltung das hier, direkt nach der Tournee.“ Karl muss trotz seiner Müdigkeit grinsen, als er ihn da so in seinen Bart murmeln hört. „Ein letzter Sprung noch, Eisei. Das hast du grad selbst gesagt. Den schaffen wir jetzt auch noch.“ „Und dann Bye Bischofshofen.“

[dynamischreisen]

Max, Costa Rica, Tag 8

Reis mit Schweiß

Wie eigentlich immer ging es heute früh aus den Federn - um 06:30 klingelte der Wecker. Jedes Mal aufs Neue bin ich davon überrascht, wie gut es sich aufstehen lässt, wenn Unternehmungen wie die unseren anstehen. Vielleicht brauche ich einfach nen Tukan im Büro. Damit hätte sich auch die leidige Maskottchen-Diskussion und ich könnte hauptberuflich mit meinem Kollegen Bananen und Mangos essen. Aber naja, bis ich das diskutieren kann, sammle ich noch ein paar Argumente mehr. Den Vulkan konnten wir am frühen Morgen aber endlich in seiner vollen Pracht sehen.

Natürlich hat uns in diesem Kaff zu der Uhrzeit niemand mit dem Uber abholen wollen, erstrecht nicht von dieser Schotterpiste. Also ging es zu Fuß die acht Kilometer, um unsere Wanderung zu beginnen, was sich stückweise etwas bescheuert anfühlte. Entlohnt wurden wir durch das Spotten sehr cooler Tiere. Ein adlerähnliches Viech, dessen Namen wir noch nicht herausgefunden haben, hat zum Beispiel eine Schlange gefangen, zu Tode gerungen und gegessen. Kurz darauf sahen wir zwei „Riesenkolibris“, die in Wahrheit Glanzvögel genannt werden.

Auf dem Trail selbst haben wir uns die längste und schwierigste Route rausgesucht, um möglichst viel erleben zu können. Zwar leider weiter ohne Guide schlugen wir uns durchs Dickicht und verpassten nur knapp einen Ameisenbären in den Bäumen, wie uns ein Führer einer kleinen Gruppe sagte. Schade drum, aber wir sind ja noch ein bisschen hier. Zumindest bei meinen geliebten Kolibris sollte ich wieder voll auf meine Kosten kommen, hinzu kamen coole Salamander.

Am Fuße des Vulkans freundeten wir uns mit einem brasilianisch-domikanischen Pärchen an, dem wir von unserer gestrigen Tukansichtung erzählten. Schön, dass sie überhaupt mit uns sprachen, denn wir beide haben, das ist keine Übertreibung, so sehr geschwitzt, wie noch nie in unserem Leben. Wären wir kopfüber in einen See gesprungen, wir hätten genau gleich ausgesehen. Ich erspare euch hier tiefergehende Beschreibungen vom Auswringen meiner Kleidung.

Während des Mittagessens (wie so oft Reis mit Schweiß, äh Scheiß) hat es gottseidank extrem geschüttet, was uns eine Uber-Fahrt ohne Rückfragen zu unserem Äußeren ermöglichte, alle waren ja nass. Sorry Diego, danke für‘s Mitnehmen.

In der Stadt dann erkundigten wir uns nach unseren Möglichkeiten, morgen nach Puerto Jiminez zu kommen und naja… wir werden wohl um 4:30 aufstehen müssen, um zumindest eine kleine Chance auf einen lediglich einen Tag langen Trip zu wahren. Auf dem Rückweg dann, der über den bekannten Tukan-Spot ging, trafen wir das nette Pärchen von vorher wieder, die unserem Rat gefolgt sind und mit uns auf das Ende des Regens und das Erscheinen der Vögel zu warten. Vergeblich. So saßen wir mit der Topografin und dem Trainer des Nationalteams im Volleyball zusammen in ihrem Auto und sprachen über das Reisen, bis sie uns zu unserem Hostel fuhren. Irgendwie hatte ich Lust auf ne Dusche.