#lieb x reader

[katelynnwrites]

Little Liebe's Family II | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: ~

word count: 1077

summary: you change Tante Syd's name

a/n: part of Sydney's Little Liebe, celebratory two fics in a day cause germany is going to the olympics 🥳

Tante Syd is brushing her teeth when you appear by the door and hover as you wait for her to finish.

‘Little Liebe?’ She questions worriedly as soon as she’s done.

It’s odd for you to be standing in her bedroom, you’re usually tucked into your own bed by now.

‘Can you read me a bedtime story?’ You ask.

Your Tante is confused but slowly says, ‘Okay…’

You haven’t had a bedtime story in a while, deciding it to be only for babies. No matter how much Momma and Tante Syd had tried to convince you otherwise, you were stubborn and adamant about your decision.

But you really really want one today because you think it will make the weird feeling in your tummy go away.

Tante Syd holds out her hand and you grip onto it tightly as she walks you back to your bedroom.

‘Which book would you like?’

You like Tante Syd’s voice. It calms you down and Momma told you that when you were very little, Tante used to sing you a lullaby when she rocked you to sleep.

You don’t need her to sing to you today, especially because Tante Laura from the Country Club says that Tante Syd can’t sing but you do need her to read you your favourite book so you point to it.

It’s not been read for a while so it’s been sitting on your bookshelf instead of your bedside table where it used to sit.

’Do you want me to sit in your bed beside you?’ She prompts gently after picking the book up and you nod.

You squeeze her hand tightly as she does so and Tante kisses the top of your head.

She opens the book and reads, ‘I love our time together as we start each happy day.’

‘I love our bathtime silliness. The way we splash and play.’

‘With my yellow duck!’

Tante Syd chuckles softly, ‘I love to lift you way up high so you feel really tall!’

You giggle, ‘I love it too. I like being taller than Tante Mala.’

Tante Mala is the tallest person you know and you feel like such a big girl when you can see the top of her head.

You have a lot of fun when Tante Syd puts you on her shoulders.

Your Tante turns the page, reading aloud, ‘We’ll climb the highest mountaintops. Hold tight and you won’t fall.’

In your book, it shows a baby bear and a mummy bear. They climb mountains together and you want to do that too.

‘Tante am I big enough to go climb mountains with you and Momma yet?’

She’s been promising that you could since you first started reading this book together and because you haven’t read it for a while, you thought that maybe you’ve grown big enough to go.

Your Tante laughs, ‘Soon Little Liebe. We can go hiking with your Momma real soon okay? You’ve just got to grow a bit bigger so make sure to eat all your veggies.’

‘Okay.’ You nod furiously.

Tante Syd grins. You ask every time the storybook is read to you so she’s not surprised you’ve asked again.

‘You’ll hold my hand tight when we go right?’ You whisper as an afterthought.

When you were littler, you didn’t think about that and now you worry a bit about it. Falling off a mountain sounds like it will give you an ouchie.

Like the one you have on your knee from tripping because you ran too fast on the pitch.

‘Of course Little Liebe. Your Momma will hold one hand and I will hold your other hand so you will be safe.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

Tante gives you a pinky promise so you know she’s being serious.

‘I’ll get bigger soon. Then we can go.’ You decide, making Tante Syd chuckle.

Unbeknown to you, your Momma and her already have a hiking trip planned for you. You’ve been big enough for a while.

Tante’s voice is very soft and very affectionate when she reads, ‘I love to share the magic of the shining skies above and think of all the different ways that we can show our love.’

‘Like when we’re touching noses.’

Your Tante Syd bumps her nose off yours and you dissolve into a fit of giggles, ‘You’re silly Tante.’

‘Playing chase or seeing friends. Our love is always with us and it never, ever ends. So snuggle safely in my arms, our day is nearly done.’

Tante doesn’t even have to ask or hold her arms out because you cuddle right up to her.

She hugs you tightly, murmuring the last line of the book, ‘I love you to the moon and stars, my precious little one.’

‘I love you too. To the moon and stars.’

‘Which is a lot because they are very far away.’ You add insistently.

‘I know Little Liebe. I love you lots too.’

You wiggle under your blanket.

‘Tante?’

‘What is it?’

‘Can I call you Mama?’

Your Tante goes very still and quiet next to you. Her breathing sounds funny for a moment and she hugs you even more tightly.

‘If you want to, Little Liebe.’

You relax as the weird feeling in your tummy disappears.

‘That’s good because I want to. My teacher at school says that I have two mummies because you and Momma are getting married. So you can’t be Tante anymore.’

‘I’d love to be your Mama.’

You grin, kissing her cheek and your Mama’s eyes are very shiny when she kisses your cheek back.

‘Have sweet dreams meine Little Liebe.’

She tucks you into your fluffy blanket properly and checks under your bed to make sure there aren’t any monsters hiding there.

‘No monsters?’

‘No monsters.’ She confirms.

Yawning, you mumble, ‘Goodnight Mama Syd.’

‘Goodnight Little Liebe.’

She’s left your night light on so you aren’t afraid when she leaves your bedroom.

You’re already falling asleep so you don’t know that she bursts into tears as soon as she’s outside.

You don’t know that Momma comes out from finishing up the dishes in the kitchen to find her crying.

You don’t know that she anxiously asks your Mama Syd what is wrong, only for her to shakily say, ‘Nothing’s wrong. Everything is perfect because Little Liebe just called me Mama.’

You don’t know any of that but you do know that you are so very very loved. By both your Momma and Mama.

German Translations:

meine Little Liebe - my little love

tante - aunty

[simonsfav]

König and the 5 love languages

Physical touch: he loves touching you. He isn't a big fan of PDA but if you hold his hand in public, consider his heart melted. He also sleeps better when he's touching/cuddling you.

He loves giving you piggyback rides, something about carrying you and holding you close. You also once also made a comment about seeing things from the same point of view, it's been stuck in his mind ever since.

When he's hugging you it's like he's trying to give you all of his love via osmosis. I think in general he's quite sensitive to touch but he's constantly seeking out yours. Also his big, strong hands give the best massages.

Words of affirmation: that's a big one for him. Being bullied for years and years and hearing nothing but mean comments made him quite self conscious. He sometimes still thinks about the comments and gets insecure and tries to hide himself.

It's important to remind him that he's loved, that's he's great and that you want him with you. just let him know how you're feeling. Reassurance is very important. That's why König is also constantly reassuring you and never lets you say or think anything bad about yourself. This man love and worships the ground you walk on and is not shy to say it.

Also random compliments will definitely get our big man blushing.

Quality time: again, another big one for him. Due to him having to work a lot and spend a lot of time away from you, he cherishes every second he can get. He absolutely loves spending time with you and already plans on spending the rest of his life with you.

He also loves doing nothing, as long as you guys are doing it together. A lazy day in just watching TV? Our man is overjoyed. He sometimes can't believe you choose to spend your time with him.

Recieving/giving gifts: he is great with random little gifts. Like when he sees something that reminds him of you or something you like, he'll definitely buy it for you. No special occasion or anything, he just loves spoiling you and showing you his love in any way he can. That being said, he's horrible with Christmas/birthday or anniversary gifts. I think the pressure of the gift having to be "perfect" makes him so nervous. He desperately wants to give you the perfect gift. What he doesn't know is that he could draw something on a rock and I'd love it

König however gets rather shy when he's on the recieving end. Tries to be coy but is actually super excited. He will LOVE the gift, no matter what you give him. But if you gift him something he actually wants or needs he is BEYOND happy and will cherish the gift like it's his kid or something.

Acts of service: other than serving looks, it's literally his job to serve.

He loves being able to help you in anyway. He definitely likes to feel needed. If he can take any weight off your shoulders, our man is not wasting a second to make your life more enjoyable.

If he sees you're having a stressful day, König will go out and buy all the little things you like (candy, books, candles etc), and just set them next to you. Whatever you need in this very second, he will try to give it to you.

He also greatly appreciates when he is being comforted after a stressful day or just feels like he's being supported.

König loves you. In all the love languages. In both German and english.

I love you

Ich liebe dich

[lyranova]

Hey could I ask for headcanon on asta, liebe, yuno falling in love with someone!?

Hiya anon! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!

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Yuno:

• Wouldn’t understand what he was feeling to be honest. He thought it was normal for your heart to race when you saw someone you liked.

• But after analyzing his feelings for a bit, and noticing that his heart only raced around you, did he realize that this was far from normal! At first he tried to deny it was love, but after doing some research and hearing others talk that’s all he could think it was.

• He would talk to the others about it to try and confirm his theory. At first the others began to tease him and poke fun at him being in love, but once they were done they began to ask him questions and give him heartfelt advice.

• He would listen gratefully and would put some of the advice into practice. Not all of it since some of the advice was bad or just…wasn’t really him!

• He would finally go looking for you so you two could talk. He would stand there quietly while he gathered his thoughts, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t find the right words to express how he felt. Finally he just came out with it and told you that he loved you, you were surprised but happy because you felt the same way! Much to Yuno’s relief.

Asta:

• Asta would find his new feelings confusing at first!

• Suddenly everything you normally did looked so different, and the way you smiled or laughed would make his heart skip a beat and sounded like music to his ears.

• He thought it would go away with time, or his normal feelings would return. But when they didn’t he grew concerned and went to the experts when it came to feelings: Finral and Vanessa.

• After Asta explained what was going on Finral and Vanessa would get grins on their faces and would tease him for a bit before telling him that he was in love with you. At first he would laugh and deny it, but after a minute of thinking it over he realized that they were right!

• Asta would get some heartfelt advice from Finral and Vanessa before he’d go looking for you. He would go outside and grab a fistful of flowers before presenting them to you and proudly declaring his love for you. You were surprised but would laugh before you told him you felt the same!

Liebe:

• Would be a combination of Yuno and Asta. He would be confused and wouldn’t understand what he was feeling!

• He would deny, deny, deny that he had feelings for you! I mean, he was a devil and you were…well, you! You were perfect, kind, sweet, you were practically an angel!

• He would keep his distance from you while hoping that would help make his feelings go away. But that had the opposite effect. His feelings for you only grew while you were apart!

• Asta would notice this and would ask him what was wrong, and Liebe would reluctantly agree and begin to tell him what was going on. Asta would listen patiently before easily telling him that Liebe was in love with you. Again Liebe tried to deny it, but the more Asta talked the more convinced he became.

• After Liebe became convinced he eventually sought you out. He couldn’t wait to think of some grand confession, he had to tell you how he felt *now*! He would find you and try to tell you about his feelings but would stumble and falter since he isn’t very good with words and expressing himself. But you would catch on to what he was saying and would tell him that you felt the same way!

[indigo-graves]

This Dance pt. 2 | Joe Liebgott

Summary: Part two, in which everyone is fighting to hold back exactly what they want to say.

Word count: 3,857

Warnings: SMUT

There was a conversation that needed to happen that Joe Liebgott was not quite bring himself to start. As they stood in the crowded room, the roaring of the speakers around them felt overwhelming. After settling into the quietness of their lives’ new pace, watching the footage from the Pacific seemed a stark and unwelcomed contrast. Liebgott wondered if he would have felt this way if he had not spent the entire fight in Europe wondering what it would be like to start a life with Evelyn Mosey when this was all over. If there was one thought that got him through the blasts, the cold and wet, seemingly endless nights, it was her. And the idea that he would never be without her again. 

He tried to steal subtle glances over to her as she watched the footage screen. Her jaw was set. Her full lips pressed into a firm line. Her dark eyes were focused intently, never once bothering to look over at him. He watched a wave of tension ripple in her neck. She tilted her head side to side, rolling her shoulders up to meet her ears. A simple gesture that would have gone unnoticed to anyone but him. 

When they shuffled out, he made sure to keep sight of her. The masses that filed out trickled out taking different paths, he made a bee-line for her. Years spent in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to glance, to touch, to speak, he knew how to keep himself at a distance, while still in her warm orbit.  

“I don’t want to talk about it now, Lieb,” she told him adamantly, looking down the hallway both ways to ensure that no one else was interested in their exchange. 

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. Never had he been with a woman who was so consistently unfeeling when it did not benefit her. “Can I just--” 

She watched someone walk past them, behind Liebgott. They exchanged a nod of recognition. Her face fell from its friendly openness to one of frustration when she met his gaze again. 

“Just come in,” she opened the door wider and encouraged him to move quickly. “I don’t want to do this out here.” 

Liebgott had seen her room since their time began at Zell Am See. The time he spent there was less than he would have liked. If he had imagined a true celebration of the victory in Europe, it would not have been so distant from her. 

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” She was firm in her words, but her hand was gentle as it touched the buttons on his shirt. He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He knew there weren’t going to be any words he could say to demand her to comply. He could not claim her strong will was his favorite thing about her and then admonish her for it when it did not benefit him. “Please?” 

The way she looked up at him with those large doe eyes made him feel a warmth spread in his chest and abdomen. He touched her face gently and nodded, tracing her jawline with his thumb. He had spent half the fucking war holding back a proposal of marriage, children, a life together. He bit back vows of eternity and forever. He withheld the words “I love you.” Surely one more fucking day made no difference. 

She smiled and took him by the hand, slowly backing him towards the bathroom. 

There was an electric current that radiated through every vein in his body when she reached to turn the shower on. He was convinced there would never be a time where he was not breathless in anticipation to see her undress. He felt the twitch of need in his groin just thinking of the moment where he would watch the water touch her naked flesh. So when she started to work on the buttons of her shirt, he sat back on the corner of the clawfoot tub with a playful smirk. 

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she watched him perch himself on the tub. If there was one thing she was going to miss about Joseph Liebgott, it was going to be his boyish charm. The way his eyes danced over her appraisingly caused her skin to catch light with blue flame, so hot it felt cool and caused her to erupt in goosebumps. She stepped out of her boots skillfully as she worked on the buttons of her shirt. When she pulled it over her shoulders and left it in a pile on the ground, she heard a small whistle from her observer. 

Liebgott felt a pang in his stomach while he watched her start to work on her pants. Ignoring all thoughts and feelings (how did she do it?) about what was to come, he focused on the way her deft fingers worked on her buttons, letting them fall to her feet. Though he had ensured that every part of her had been explored by eager hands, lips, and tongue, it was taking everything in him not to get to his knees and help her escort those pants the rest of the way to her ankles. 

She stepped out of the last of her clothes with a smile. He bit his lip as he glanced over her body. Evelyn had resigned herself that there would never be another man who made her so hungry to be stared at in this way again. His eyes carried just enough devotion to balance the intense desire that made her feel like the only woman on the planet. He once had told her he would watch her read the phone book just to stare at her lips. 

Liebgott licked his lips softly, shifting to adjust the fullness in his pants. No coaxing, no teasing, simply the pure sight of her undressing herself, all for him, caused such a stir in him. It was exactly that gesture that Evelyn watched hungrily, her eyes darkening as she pinned her lower lip between her teeth. That was all the indication Joe needed to close the gap between them. 

He braced the back of her head, her dark curls tangling perfectly around his large fingers when he pulled her close. He wanted to taste the spot of her mouth where she had bit down. A needy whimper betrayed Evelyn as it eased up from her throat. It was so very like Joe Liebgott to pull all kinds of unprompted sounds from her eager throat. The way his mouth moved with hers was a dance the two of them had skillfully mastered. Lieb couldn’t help but smirk as he thought about the other kinds of dances she had shared with other men. Nothing could compare to this. Ever. 

His hands worked at the buttons of his own shirt. He made a quick and sloppy job of getting it off and tossing it to the floor, his undershirt quick behind it. There was a simple and intense maneuver Evelyn had mastered in getting his belt undone with nimble fingers. It always left him growling against her lips. He gripped her scantily clad behind and squeezed, pulling her hips into his with a force that caused them both to let out a groan. 

“Joey,” she breathed, her lips swollen, his pridefully wearing the ghost of her red lipstick. He smirked, feeling himself twitch at the sound of her need. He busied himself with kissing her neck, his thumbs teasing the cups of her bra. She worked to unbutton his pants, chest heaving, eyes heavily lidded. 

“Yeah?” He grinned against her skin. She moaned again, biting her swollen lower lip and shuddering as he kissed down over her sternum. “What is it?” he asked teasingly. “Tell me.” The demand was placed just before he nipped at the skin of her right breast. He tugged at his waistband and let his pants fall with a gasp. 

“Take me,” she murmured, feeling his desperate length through his boxers with her hand. 

“You know how this works, doll.” He smiled, making eye contact with her. He could taste her desperate shudders as he pressed their foreheads together. Their eyes were locked so intensely that she felt him twitch under her hand. “You don’t get any of me until I’ve had my fill of you first.” 

She leaned up and kissed him with a groan, reaching around and taking it upon herself to get her bra off. Lieb took the hint and cast his boxers to the floor, slowly stroking himself as she watched her expose every inch of her perfect body to him. The strain his erection had felt boyish, desperate, and fucking incredible. Never in his life did he think he would find himself a puddle of need at the simple sight of a woman. 

She knew it, of course. Evelyn teased him with a smirk as she kicked her underwear to the side with a delicate gesture, her toes pointed. She turned and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her delicate muscles of her back, the perfect curve of her hips, her ass, her strong thighs. He continued to touch himself, the way she always reminded him to, when he watched her turn on the water. He knew she longed to be needed in the way he needed her. Joe tried not to think about who would prove to her just how incredible she was when he was no longer around. Biting back every question that bubbled over in his throat, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. 

When his chest pressed against her back, Evelyn hummed contently. His length settled against the curve of her rear, his lips near her ear as he leaned down. She watched as his hand traced the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps with the gentlest touch. 

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he slowly moved his hand toward her exposed breasts. When his large hand fully enveloped her, she felt the gentle brush of his palm over her nipple that encouraged a moan. He chuckled in her ear as his other hand trailed the curve of her hip toward her desperate center. “Fuck,” he growled, feeling her wetness with the gentle touch of the pad of his finger. Gently pulling her hair up into his fist, he held it away from her neck as he planted hungry kisses on her skin. Sucking, scraping his teeth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met while he drew slow circles around her most sensitive spot. Gasping, pressing back against him, melting into his ministrations, Evelyn felt like she was unable to promise her legs’ ability to hold her up much longer. 

“Please, Joe,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.” 

Joe chuckled from deep in his chest. She felt it rumble against her back. He took his hand away, missing the warmth of her on his fingers immediately. She turned to him, her eyes heavily lidded with lust, searching his desperately. He smiled at her, took the finger that had worked on her so deftly, and placed it to his lips, flicking his tongue over the pad, his eyes locked with hers. 

“Mmm…” He groaned, stepping towards her, backing her into the shower. “God damn…” he growled, watching as her body was hit by the hot water. 

Joe watched her, watching the beads of water create paths down over the curves of her body. With her taste on his desperate tongue, his eyes on her perfect body, his heart beating in his chest, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out much longer. Whether it was the vulnerability of the space they occupied, the time left together that felt too short, or the intoxicating effect he had on him, he couldn’t distinguish. All he knew is that he had to have her. 

There was a beat that passed between them where they were sizing each other up. Evelyn felt the desperation of the moment hit her with a depth she had not recognized. God, if he would just be a little less delicate and loving in those touches, she could excuse away the lump growing in her throat as she watched the way he looked at her. She had always been enough for him. He had always reminded her of that. 

In a quick attempt to avoid him seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him. The way their lips crashed into one another had an urgency he had not felt from her before. Her hunger was bone deep. He traced her jaw, tenderly caressing her neck, flicking her hair over her shoulder. His length stood at attention between them, gently nudging the flesh of her belly. He rocked forward to feel the friction as he ghosted a gentle trail down her arms to her warm, capable hands. 

When he laced their fingers together, she felt him back her into the wall of the shower. The cool tile was an intense contrast to the warm water that hit her front. He laced their fingers together, pressing it gently against the wall beside her head, pinning it there. She watched a coy smirk cross his lips as he pulled away from her. She giggled, tracing the curve of his lower lip, cleaning up the lipstick he had stolen from her mouth. He leaned down and took that thumb between his teeth, flicked his thumb over the pad, and chuckled. She laughed, a playful swat at his cheek against his cheek, pulled her thumb back and replaced it with her lips. 

Joe held her against the wall with the weight of his body. Slowly, he started to trail those kisses down over her body, his hand still tightly clasped in hers. He loved the feeling of her grip on his hand tightening as he placed kisses to the more intimate parts of her body. The spot between her breasts, her left nipple, just above her belly button (God, would he miss that fucking giggle), the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh. He directed her hand to the back of his head and left it there, needing both of his hands to tenderly separate her thighs, pulling one up over his shoulder as he got to his knees. 

“Joe…” she breathlessly tangled her hands in his hair and gripped as he pressed his mouth to the place where she needed him most. There was a wave of gasps that followed that caused him to smirk against her, following the work of his tongue with the addition of a skilled finger. 

Mindful of shared walls, used to keeping herself quiet by biting pillows and shoulders, Evelyn was left to trap the back of her hand in her teeth as he worked. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she touched her, teased her, tongued her with the skill of a much more experienced man. But, she recognized, he was an experienced man. He was a man who knew her so fully that he was able to coax the most unladylike noises from her throat with ease. He knew her inside and out in every way possible. The intimate attention he paid to the details of her body felt like the worship of a deity; the way he enacted that devotion felt sinful. 

Overwhelmed by every sensation between her legs, she found herself grasping at the back of his head and shoulders, her hips moving up to meet his attentive mouth and fingers. He moaned against her repeatedly, desperate to draw every curse she knew from her delicate mouth. Grinning with desire, with power, with pleasure, he worked attentively on her body, his only goal to push her to her limits. He stopped the hand that was working at his own length and snaked it up over her body, tracing her edges to take her heaving breast in his hands. They moaned in unison, his sending vibrations to the core of her being. In that moment, she came undone around his fingers, against his tongue, spilling out desperate whimpers and cries of his name. Joe could have spent an eternity in the sound of her sweet need. 

Evelyn, on the other hand, was unable to let too long pass without any part of him inside of her. His vacancy was felt immediately when she pulled him to his feet, gently guided by the fistful of his dark hair. She kissed him as if it would be their last, unsure if it would be, and teased a hand over his eager length, guiding him towards her. 

Joe, pleased to know she was as needy as he felt, pulled away from her lips and tongue. He gripped her hips and turned her away from him, her ass pulled against his hard length in the most satisfying way. She moaned at the contact, he held his own back. He tucked her hair behind her ear as to not obscure her vision as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. He kissed her temple, her ear, her jaw, neck, and shoulder. His hand encouraged her thighs apart, lifting a leg to the edge of the tub where her foot found purchase. 

Swiftly, skillfully, and perfectly, he entered her, pulling a satisfied, guttural moan from deep within them both.

“Fuck,” he gasped against her neck. The way he gripped her hips was bruising as they both accommodate his eager entrance. He felt her skin erupt in goosebumps against his chest. He pressed forward, making sure he reached her depths with all he had. She reached back, stiffening against him, her fingers lacing with his against her hip. 

Slowly, consistently, deeply, he started a pace with his hips. The water that fell between them from above made their skin glisten and it pooled where their bodies met. The gentle slap of their skin meeting with gentle force made her giggle. He kissed her cheek, unable to hold back the groans of pleasure that spilled from his lips. She gasped, pushing back against him as she angled herself to take him deeper. 

That was all Joe needed to encourage him to pick up his pace. The swiftness in which their bodies collided called new noises from her mouth. He kissed her upper back and shoulders while he steadied himself, pulling her back onto him. 

“Oh, god…” she reached toward the wall to find something to grip. The slick tiles gave her no purchase. That was when she reached behind her, wrapping a hand around his neck, gripping the hairs at the base of his scalp. Liebgott groaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter. His other hand trailed up toward her breast, gripping it gently in his hands, memorizing its shape, weight, the hardness of her nipple against his palm. 

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He grunted into her ear, only further pulling strings of incoherence from her mouth. She bit her lip hard, feeling an overwhelm of emotion take over her body like a wave. The lump grew double in size in her throat as she met his every thrust, stars behind her eyes. Unable to respond, he continued. “You’re so perfect. Fuck, Evie.” Her name felt like chocolate on his lips. She turned over her shoulder to taste it on them. Her eyes screwed shut as the tears burned behind them, he continued to bring her body to new heights. When he reached down between her legs, she became overwhelmed. The threat of tears was hard to fight off. 

“Joe--” she breathed, the sound of his name clipped by the failure to stop a sob from leaving her lips. The phrase he pulled from her next caused her to bite her tongue between her teeth. 

“I--” Joe started. She heard the start of her own words start to come from his mouth. The feeling, the desperation of her overwhelming emotions was contagious. He couldn’t tell where his heartbreak, his pleasure, his love, began and where hers ended. The only way to stop himself from telling her just how he felt about her was to sink his teeth in her shoulder, as she had done to him so many times. Familiar with the sensation, Evelyn felt the pressure, the sting, and every unsaid word behind the contact on her shoulder. She turned away, fearful he would stop if he saw the tears cascading down her cheeks, he would stop. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt a heat building inside of her. 

Desperate to feel her come undone around him, under him, with him, he teased her more intentionally with his fingers, his hips working in time with his skillful touch. If he couldn’t tell her, he could show her. 

“Please,” she begged. He had come to know it as the last phrase, the last push, before he was gifted with her orgasm. “Joe--” 

As he felt her start to push back against him, taking every inch of him, all of him, so intentionally. The feel of her as she let go, her body working desperately to pull him over the edge with her, he followed. The two of them tumbled over together, a tangled mess of limbs, pants, sobs, and everything they swore they’d never fucking say.

[aliciax3]

I'm just gonna leave this here...

Joe Liebgott x Female Reader

"Go on, leave me breathless."

A note:

I've never had any interest in writing (that was always my sister's thing), but my love for Joe Liebgott combined with my love for music has been causing my mind to get stirred up when I hear songs that I think would be perfect for a Liebgott romance. I've started a few stories, but this is the first one I've actually finished. And I've gone back and forth a lot about sharing it, since I am very inexperienced, and not at all confident. But if you're anything like me, you have a yearning for more Joe. So I figured that it's going to do more good out here in the universe, than sitting in my Samsung Notes. So I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, please be gentle 🫣 I'll also put the song that inspired it at the end, if anyone is interested.

Warnings: smut, angst?, sexual vocabulary, unprotected sex... 🤷‍♀️ I'm still new to this

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When you joined the paratroops as a medic, the last thing you were expecting was to find love. But somehow, somewhere, in the middle of the war, you managed to fall for Joe Liebgott. Although you were unsure how much it was really "finding love" when it was one-sided; Joe had never shown any romantic interest in you at all. A couple of times, after a few drinks, he became playful with you but he never made a move. Almost all of the other Easy Company boys had either hit on you, asked you to join them for a drink one-on-one, or asked you to dance at one time or another. But not Liebgott. And even still, you always wanted him to know that you were available, just in case. So aside from accepting a few dance requests here and there, you politely turned everyone down.

However, that changed after a particularly rough day on the line. Everyone decided it was a good night to have a get together, to unwind. You were approached by a man from Dog Company, who asked to escort you to the party. Tired of waiting for Liebgott to ask you, and totally beaten from the day, you gladly accepted; you just needed to have some fun.

You decided to wear your best dress; a silk navy blue with a low cut V-neckline. You couldn't even wear a bra with it, but you didn't care; it was time to let loose for once.

You arrived at the party arm-in-arm with your date, which caught the attention of almost every man in the room. Meanwhile, your eyes scanned the room for Liebgott; he was leaning on the bar with a beer in his hand. Much to your surprise, he actually turned to look at you briefly, but then carried on with sipping his beer.

"Want a drink?" Your date asked.

You turned to him and smiled, "sure."

As you approached the bar, Liebgott was still leaning on the counter. He didn't pay you any mind.

"Hi, Joe," you said.

"Hey," he quietly replied, looking into his beer.

"This is," you began to say to introduce your date when Joe cut you off.

"Whatever." He turned to walk away.

"Why are you being so rude?" You asked.

"Why are you here with him, huh?" Joe asked with an annoyed tone, getting closer to you.

"He asked if he could escort me. Not that it's any of your business," you said, crossing your arms.

Joe scoffed. "And you said yes?"

Your arms still crossed, you gave him a dirty look.

"Well, buddy," Joe said as he slapped your date's shoulder. "Have fun with the company tease," he continued as he spit on the floor beside your date.

As he walked away, you didn't know whether to scream or cry. You were so hurt that without even excusing yourself from your date, you stormed outside after Joe. Luckily, George Luz, the only one that knew your true feelings for Liebgott, was standing close by and stopped your date from going after you.

When you saw Joe enter one of the abandoned houses, you quickly followed and ran in front of him to stop him in his tracks. You shoved his shoulders. "How dare you?!" You yelled.

"What?" He asked, smirking.

"Are you serious right now? How dare you insult me like that?"

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Then why don't you run on back to your date? I'm sure he'll be happy to comfort you."

"Ugh! Joseph Liebgott! You are a pain in the ass! I...I wish I never fell in love with you!" You threw your hands up and turned to walk away, but Joe grabbed your hand. You quickly pulled your hand away, and gave him a dirty look. He walked closer to you.

"What did you say?" He asked, looking straight into your eyes. Your eyebrows were scrunched in a scowl, but in your head you were kicking yourself for opening your big mouth.

"Not a thing," you replied.

He began inching towards you, but with every step of his, you took a step backwards. You continued to back away from him until you reached the wall.

Joe leaned one hand on each side of your head on the wall behind you. "What did you say, doll?"

His face was so close to yours, it took everything in you to not look down at his lips. So you didn't reply; you just stared into his eyes with a scowl still on your face, trying to hide any emotion other than anger.

"You're in love with me?" He asked.

Hearing the words come out of his mouth, in his low gravely voice that you loved so much, made your stomach flutter. You couldn't hide behind your scowl anymore as your face softened, and you gently shook your head unconvincingly "no."

He moved his hands to cup your face, and said "so, you wouldn't want me to do this?" He then planted a soft kiss on your lips, and you nearly melted into the floor.

"Or this?" He asked again, followed by a gentle kiss on your neck.

You felt goosebumps cover your body, and your nipples started poking through the silk of your dress.

Joe met your face once more, noticing that your breaths had turned shallow.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

His touch made you feel too weak to speak, so instead you slowly shook your head "no" once again, except this time you meant it.

"Then tell me you're in love with me," he said.

You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

"Okay, then I'll stop." He took a step backwards.

"No," you said quickly, as you grabbed his hand. "Joe, I..." Your heart was racing.

"Yes, doll?" He leaned one hand on the wall behind you again.

"I..." You still hesitated.

"Say it, and I'm yours."

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. "Joe...I think I'm in love with you..."

Joe's only response was a smirk, and pressing you back up against the wall once again. You began kissing passionately, exploring each other's mouths with your tongues. Joe ran his right hand down your silky dress and up your inner left thigh, causing goosebumps to cover your body again.

He reached the crotch of your panties, which had been soaked through by your already dripping wet pussy. "Someone's excited." He smirked again.

"Touch me, Joe." You whispered in his ear.

He wasted no time accepting the invitation, as he slipped his hand into your panties and began rubbing your wet clit. You moaned in his ear, causing him to move his hand further south. You gasped as he slipped his fingers into you with ease. He began slowly moving his fingers in and out of you, watching your face for cues to find just the right spot. Once he found it, he steadily increased his pace, listening to your breathing getting faster and faster.

Feeling you approach orgasm, he whispered in your ear. "That's it, baby. Cum for me."

His words pushed you over the edge. You let out a scream of pleasure as you released yourself all over his hand. Your entire body was quivering, and you were trying to catch your breath when he slowly slipped his fingers out of you. You jumped slightly when his hand grazed your sensitive clit.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked you off of his fingers. "Mmm. Damn, you taste good."

He then watched you as you slipped your own hand down to your pussy. You traced his lips with your cum covered finger, and then put your fingers to your own mouth to suck the rest off. You then kissed, and licked yourself off of his lips, and finished with a bite on his bottom lip, causing him to groan into your mouth and pick you up. You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck, as he carried you to the nearest bedroom.

Once he put you down on the bed, you pulled your dress over your head and tossed it onto the floor, exposing your breasts and erect nipples. Next, you slipped your panties off, while he was standing at the end of the bed simultaneously kicking his boots off and unbuttoning his pants. Before pulling his pants down, he pulled his white tshirt over his head, exposing his dog tags leading down his bare chest. You hadn't taken your eyes off of each other. As he slowly pulled his pants down, and exposed his erect cock, you bit your bottom lip.

"Like what you see?" He asked, smirking.

You smiled and nodded "yes."

He slowly climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. "I think my view is better," he said onto your lips.

When he kissed you, you could barely kiss back through the smile you had on your face.

He ran his hands down your shoulders and to your chest, grabbing a breast in each hand. He took turns giving each nipple attention; sucking, licking, and biting.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and moaned. "I need you, Joe."

Pretending he didn't hear you so that he could make you say it again, he moved back up to your neck. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He started biting and sucking your neck, as you felt his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, making you squirm in excitement beneath him.

You grabbed the back of his head. "Joe." You said desperately.

He looked up at you and gave you a sly smile, "Yeah, doll?"

You pulled him towards you. "Please, Joe." You begged. You needed him more than you had ever needed anybody in your life; you had waited almost a year for this moment, but you didn't think you could wait a second longer.

Joe kissed your lips once before sitting back to stroke his hard cock with one hand, and spread your legs apart with the other. He climbed on top of you, leaning his weight on his left hand while he held his stiff cock in his right. He began teasing you some more by rubbing the tip of his of cock on your clit. You squirmed, which made him chuckle, but also made him finally give in. He guided his cock to your soaking wet entrance, and began slowly entering you. You gasped and moaned as you felt every inch of his bare hard cock rub against your walls.

"Fuck." He said as he bottomed out, closing his eyes and rolling his head back to try to keep composure. "You feel so good, babe."

His dog tags were dangling over you, just slightly grazing the space on your chest between your breasts. You tugged on them lightly to bring him in for a kiss. He began slowly moving his cock in and out of you, and you could no longer focus on kissing him. You let out a quiet "mmm" as you closed your eyes, and bit your lip.

Joe leaned back to get better leverage, and increased his speed a bit. You could hear his dog tags clinking against his chest with every thrust, until he swung them around to his back. As he steadily increased the speed of his thrusts, your moaning grew louder. Keeping his weight leaning on his right hand next to you, he held up your thigh with his left. Thrusting even faster now, your moans turned into words.

"Oh god, Joe..."

"You like that?"

You bit your lip again and nodded "yes."

Discovering that he was hitting the right spot, his thrusts grew faster still until all you could do was scream his name. Feeling your orgasm approaching, and sensing he was also on the edge, you gave him the ok to let go, and breathlessly said, "cum inside me, Joe."

Your words turned him on, and with a few more quick thrusts you both orgasmed together; your walls contracting around his cock as he coated your insides.

He dropped down onto your chest, still inside of you, as you both gasped for air.

"Holy shit," Joe said in between short breaths. "That was fucking incredible. You're incredible." He kissed your lips.

You ran your fingers through his now sweaty hair and smiled. "I waited so long to have you," you said.

"And was I as good as you hoped I would be?" He winked.

You chuckled. "Even better than I hoped."

He nodded and said, "Nice."

You smiled as you rolled your eyes and playfully hit him on the arm for being so smug. He moved to lie down beside you, his arm wrapped around you.

"You know, I never meant to be a tease to the other guys. It's just...you're the only one I ever wanted. I was waiting for you to want me back," you told him.

"I only called you a tease because I was jealous. I've always wanted you, y/n."

"Then why didn't you do anything about it?"

"Doll, almost every guy here is after you all the time. I never thought you'd choose me. But I'm damn glad you did," he said, lightly tapping your nose with his finger.

You smiled, but it quickly vanished when reality hit. "Well now I wish I blurted my feelings out sooner. We've wasted so much time..."

"Y/n, even if we only had right now, I'd still be happy. It's better than never having you at all," Joe replied.

A faint smile returned to your face.

"Besides," Joe continued, "now we can make up for lost time." He smirked as he climbed on top of you again. He began tickling you, and kissing you all over, causing you to giggle uncontrollably until his lips met yours again. You then made love for the second time that night, before falling asleep in each other's arms for the first time, but definitely not the last.

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Inspired by:

Lyrics:

"Go on, go on, leave me breathless. Come on (come on)

The daylight's fading slowly, but time with you is standing still. I'm waiting for you only. The slightest touch and I feel weak.

I cannot lie, from you I cannot hide. And I'm losing the will to try. Can't hide it (can't hide it). Can't fight it (can't fight it).

So go on, go on. Come on, leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me. Until I can't deny this loving feeling. Make me long for your kiss.

Go on (go on), go on (go on). Yeah, come on, yeah

And if there's no tomorrow, and all we have is here and now. I'm happy just to have you. You're all the love I need somehow. It's like a dream, although I'm not asleep. And I never want to wake up. Don't lose it (don't lose it). Don't leave it (don't leave it).

So go on, go on. Come on, leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me. Until I can't deny this loving feeling. Make me long for your kiss.

Go on, go on. Yeah, come on (come on).

And I can't lie, from you I cannot hide. And I've lost my will to try. Can't hide it (can't hide it). Can't fight it (can't fight it).

So go on (go on), go on (go on). Come on, leave me breathless. Tempt me, tease me. Until I can't deny this loving feeling. Make me long for your kiss.

Go on (go on), go on (go on). Come on, leave me breathless (leave me breathless)..."

[mackenziebrooks]

Asta was slightly hesitant on letting you get more closer to him. He loved and care about you, he wanted you to bet closer but he scared you wouldn’t accept his other half. The demon that lurked inside of him, that controls his right side. Liebe, as he likes to be called would sit there Asta to man up. If you could accept Asta the idiot he is then you could accept Liebe. Nothing was going to keep you from being with Asta, not even Liebe’s comments and little tricks.

[loosesodamarble]

Hi I just have this random request on how Liebe from black clover would react to flirting from someone he likes. He game back from a mission a little beat up and the reader tends to while flirting with him

Sorry for taking so long on this request, Anon. It did originally come in the middle of another event. But still, it wasn't fair to make you wait several months for this.

It's a really cute idea and I had fun with it. I'm making my answer headcanons instead of a oneshot since my writing brain is a little tired at the moment.

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Liebe Getting Flirted With

When it comes to romance, Liebe is as dense as they come. He knows what romance is, in that he's heard of it, but he never developed a crush until you came along.

Something about the way you never questioned him being a devil and took an interest in him directly rather than seeing him as an extension of Asta (which most people outside of the Bulls did), were some of the first things that caught his attention.

And his fondness of you grew from there.

He never considers that you'd like him back until one day that could've been like any other.

Liebe comes back from a mission a little beat. What was supposed to be a hunt for one bandit turned into a fight with a whole gang, thus Liebe had needed to throw a few punches himself alongside Asta.

That's why Liebe needs patching up when he returns.

You volunteer to tend to his wounds. You don't have any healing spells like Nero, but you practice non-magical first-aid.

At first, the flirting you use is very subtle. So subtle that it easily comes off as basic pleasantries.

"I'm glad you made it back alive" and "I'm happy to help you out with this."

Liebe doesn't really bat an eye as you sit close, maybe closer than strictly necessary, and wear an unfaltering grin as you clean up his wounds.

He's more focused on recovering and how being in your presence soothes him.

You decide to push your flirting when you begin to apply a healing salve. When you dab some salve on a cut under Liebe's eye, you linger to brush a thumb along his cheek.

"Hm, you know, I think you'd kinda look cute with a scar." The words are more forward and catch his attention, fluster him even.

He stammers for a moment (because of your closeness and your words) but manages to explain that it might not happen since his devil physiology means he doesn't get scars.

You're just so very gentle as you rub in the healing salve. You do it in part to not agitate his wounds and in part to admire his physic. You hadn't known before that devils could train and grow more muscular like humans.

Liebe's heart is starting to race because he's feeling the shift in your attitude towards him. His tail is twitching a bit and he feels a good sort of dizzy. And he honestly can't help himself from smiling as you tend to him.

Still, he doesn't presume romantic feelings from you. He knows he likes you but that doesn't mean you feel the same, regardless of how sweet you act with him.

Before you go to get bandages, you hold one of his hands between yours and say, "I hope you realize how happy I am that you came back and that we can spend time together."

Things like "it's unfair that you can look so cute after a fight" and "so you know, I'll always take care of you" come up while you bandage Liebe and his face is practically on fire because you're becoming more and more obvious with your affection but he's still at a loss.

Finally, you say "If you're not better soon, I might just try kissing you better, okay?"

Liebe starts stuttering and blabbering over the idea of kissing you. "Why would you kiss me?!" "You don't have to kiss me!" "It's not that I don't want to kiss you-!" "Does kissing actually heal people?!"

You do your best to not laugh since you know Liebe's temper would make him lash out at you. Try as you might, a bit of chuckling escapes you.

And this does upset Liebe, but he doesn't snap at you.

He pouts, turns his head away, and grumbles "It's not fair to tease me that way when I like you, darn it."

You scoot up to Liebe and lean against him. You apologize and explain that you'd been flirting for a while, but far more subtly and so you decided to push yourself to finally make him notice your feelings.

Liebe huffs and says you should've been more straightforward. But quickly takes his words back since he danced around his own feelings instead of just saying so.

With both of your feelings now in the open, you ask Liebe if you'd like to start dating. He, of course, agrees.

[honigimkopfs-blog]

vetrauen ist unsere größte schwachstelle, verrat ist unser größter feind.

trotzdem liegen vertrauen und verrat so nah beieinander

[billkaulitzwife]

cw - eating disorder, mentions of dissociation, mentions of suicidal thoughts, etc.?

hi everyone. i js wanna come on and say that I am struggling so much. and no im not saying this to get attention or condolences I just thought i should address why I havent been active as of late. a lot has gone on to the point i cant eat or sleep. every movement is so painful and idk how much longer I can hang on. please know it is none of your faults I am just in a place of dismal and my depression has slapped me in the face so hard that I've began dissociating again. I am trying to forget everything that's happened but it's too much. all I will say is that police WILL be involved as soon as I can go to them. im so so sorry for the lack of posts I am just not in the best space to do so. pls pls understand I haven't left any fandoms and that once I am back to an appropriate health I will try to post. y'all actually mean the world to me so js know im not going anywhere. at least I hope not. enjoy the 4th if you celebrate and if you dont, enjoy today anyways. it doesn't take much for someone to ruin your day and even your year. yall r so much more than what u think. ive asked my mom to put me back in therapy because this has taken a HUGE toll on me and I will ask to be admitted into the hospital (not mental, just a regular one), so i can try to find a way to get better. ich liebe dich❤

enjoy a Lil pic of bo burnham

[bowandcurtsey]

Hello!! How’s it goin? Hope your having an amazing day

For your 1.7k event request, may I request a fluff fic Liebe x reader Modern!Roomate!AU? I just love your fics and they are very entertaining!!

{1700 event}

Hi Lane ~ (≧ω≦) Thank you for requesting this!! We have another Room mate AU on our hands here!!

I also realise that room mates could mean different meaning in different places so to clarify, the room mate I'm writing for is that both reader & character are staying in the same house, but different rooms. Some places call it house-mates.

AU: Modern, Room mate AU Characters: Liebe x f! reader (Liebe is a human in this fic!)

The new tenant is cute AF.

You texted your bestie Hana the moment you met him. He was a cool, a little awkward and shy all mixed together. He had ash grey fluffy hair and he pulled the colour off effortlessly, unlike those punks in your school. Thank god for your landlord, Mrs Charmy for picking such a cute new tenant.

Send pics please!!

Your bestie pleaded as you giggled to yourself, replying for her to come see him for herself.

Over the next few days you tried to be at home most of the time, so you could increase the frequency of interaction with him. You tried to make every occurrence seem like a coincidence; taking a "break" from your studies, going to the bathroom, making a snack... You had to rack your brains to make it seem natural.

You tried to make small talks but all Liebe gave were brief and straight to the point answers. He wasn't rude but he wasn't your Mr Friendly either.

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"Omg he's really a cutie!" Hana squealed in your room when she came over on a "study date"

You had to shush her in case Liebe heard her.

"Even his name is cool," Hana spoke in a hushed tone, "is he from around here?"

"His parents are mixed German and Japanese!" you whisper-squealed back.

"I'll try to ask for his number!" Hana giggled.

You felt a sudden tinge of jealousy. Although it was your bestie, but this was your room mate and you set your eyes on him first. You couldn't help but wonder if Liebe would like Hana and what would happen if they ended up dating.

"No. I don't give my number to strangers." Even his rejection was cool. Hana was so embarrassed that she didn't come over to your place again.

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Finals were around the corner and you had to study real hard to get into the college of your dreams: Clover College.

You burned many midnight oils and sometimes even forgot your meals. Sometimes Liebe would have extras from his work places and you would happily wolf them down and get back into studying.

One day, you were studying way past midnight again but you were feeling slightly under the weather today. Your eyelids were heavier than usual and your head was spinning a little.

2am. you looked at the clock. You contemplated if you should go on or throw in the towel for the night.

10 mins break and I'll finish up this chapter and call it a night. You told yourself as you slowly let your head down on your forearms, taking an eye shutter for a moment. Little did you know, you fell asleep right on the study desk.

When you jolted awake, it was almost dawn. You had slept for 4 hours. Your neck felt super sore and you tried to stretch your arms that were numb. You felt something fall off you. It was a blanket.

Strange. You don't remember putting on a blanket. You realised the study lamp was also turned off and the light was actually from the first rays of the morning sun.

You decided to take a warm shower to relax your muscles.

Your neck still hurt when you came out of the shower but your tummy rumbled when the aroma of chicken soup hit your nostrils. You followed the smell to the common room and saw Liebe who looked like he came back from a run.

Damn, did he look hot in his joggers and how is his hair still so fluffy and cute after a run?

"Awake?" he looked at you as he wiped off some sweat with his towel, "have some breakfast. Macaroni and chicken soup."

You couldn't question much as your legs automatically sat you at the table. He scooped some soup and macaroni into a smaller bowl and placed it in front of you.

"It shouldn't be too hot to eat this way." He scooped some for himself as he sat across you and ate as well.

You wolfed down the entire bowl at once. Liebe just took the bowl from you and scooped a second helping for you, emptying the contents of the container.

"it's okay, it's enough for me-" you rejected, feeling embarrassed that you finished his food.

"Eat. It's for your cold." he simply pushed the bowl in front of you again, and disappeared into the kitchen.

You blinked. He bought this specially for you?

You ate your food slowly now, savouring every spoonful of this thoughtful meal when Liebe appeared with 2 asprins and a cup of water.

"Once you're done with your food, take this and go back to sleep."

Liebe always spoke cooly, without much emotions but this sentence felt warm and tingly and you couldn't help but feel a tint of blush flashing across your cheeks and your heart rate rapidly increasing.

"h-how do you know I have a cold?" you ask quietly while you ate your soup, you couldn't even look him in the eye now, you felt like your heart was exploding.

"You have a slight fever when you fell asleep on your table. You have had a runny nose for days now. It's no surprise since you've been burning so many midnight oils for 4 weeks now, I'm surprised your body didn't give way sooner."

"so the blanket..."

"Mrs Charmy's not around this week, so there's only me, right?"

"T-thank you.."

"finish up your food and take your meds then go to bed."

"I still have some more chapters to finish, then i'll sleep."

Liebe sighed. "Listen, y/n. Grades aren't everything in life. Your health will always come first. Besides, this ain't the way to study. Lack of sleep causes bad memory. You'll be less likely to remember the things you study."

You peeked at him. He looked so handsome with his white fringe swept across his forehead.

"I'm no good with studying. But I graduated from college somehow and I found a job I like. I have friends from prestigious college and they can't graduate because the standards are fucking high. And some of them graduate but can't find a job."

He patted your head, sending chills all the way down your spine.

"Take care of your health, nothing is more important than that." He took the empty bowl from your hand and gave the medicine to you. He passed you the water as you gulped down the pills.

"Thank you, Liebe." you managed to squeak out.

He cleared the table and went into the kitchen.

You floated back to your room and laid on your bed. Your head was light but not because of your fever, but because you were on cloud nine from what just happened. You smiled as you drifted off to sleep.

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When Mrs Charmy wasn't in to cook, Liebe always bought food back and made sure you ate your meals. He even made sure you always hydrated yourself. Some days he brought some sweets or fruits and made you take breaks to have them.

A week before the finals, he bought some pudding and both of you sat at the dining table and ate.

You couldn't help but ask, "Why the sudden change in attitude towards me?"

"huh?" he cocked his head to one side.

"Like, you weren't this caring towards me when you first came."

"I thought you knew what you were doing. Studying at night doesn't mean it's wrong. I used to study at night because the peace and tranquility of the night helped me to focus better. Until I realised you were a wreck when you got sick."

"How did you know I was sick?"

He gave a small laugh, "did you see yourself? I thought I saw a ghost when you walked past my room one day."

You smacked him playfully on the arm.

"Also, you think nobody could hear you coughing and blowing your runny nose all the time?"

"oh my god, sorry if I disturbed you..." it dawned on you that you were being an inconsiderate room mate.

"No. I'm not an early sleeper anyway. Good luck for next week by the way."

"Thank you, and for taking care of me the past 2 months."

"I'll bring you somewhere once your finals is over." Liebe suddenly said.

"Where?"

"I'll tell you when the day comes."

"like... on a date?" you pursed your lips, trying not to burst into a huge goofy grin.

He laughed, "so I take that as a yes, to go on a date with me?"

You nodded shyly.

"Focus on your exams and do well, so you won't be all mopey on our date."

[katelynnwrites]

Hi there!

I just stumbled on your Sydney Lohmann x Child series and I loved it. Its really heartwarming and just really well-written.

I did wonder tho, is Tilly's mom an original character or a Bayern player irl? Was just wondering about that. Anyway, thank you so much for writing this story and I hope you have a wonderful day!

hi! that's really kind of you and i hope you have a great day too!

tilly's mom is an oc :)

[paint-the-walls-white]

I don't share

Pairing: Possessive!König x Fem!Reader

Summary: König doesn't like sharing you, which is exactly why you had been married for almost ten years and none of his comrades knew about you. At least, not until he drunkenly spilled the beans and you showed up the next day with a box of cookies..

Warnings: Bondage! MDom! Doggy! CreamPie! OverStim! Oral(M2F)!

König was very secretive of his personal life on account of his social anxiety. He had been transfered to Task Force 141 for a while and had made pretty good friends with them, but of course, one night TF141 was making fun of him while drinking and in his own drunken haze he blurted out something that didn't go unnoticed,

"If you keep making fun of my wife, I'll kill you. Oh wait, that sounded like a joke; I will actually kill you."

He was very protective and possessive of you, which you didn't mind in the slightest. But he had accidently revealed that he had a wife, and everyone kept pestering him about it.

"I bet she's a strong lass aye? Big as an Ox! Only person that makes sense fer a mountain" Soaps slurred comment made him scoff as König kept sipping on his vodka, aggravated and embarrassed.

"What she do fer a living König? She a construction worker or somethin?"

König looked at Gaz with bewilderment. "A construction worker? where the hell did you get that? Gott.. Nein she's a baker."

Even Ghost was muttering how she probably had massive arms to carry 8 trays at once of protein bars. König kept to himself the rest of the night before returning home to you.

"Hi mein Liebe, I'm home." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, stripping off his tactical vest and mask then kicking off his boots.

"How was your night with the boys? Was it fun?"

He lied down on top of you, burying his face in your chest, crushing your small frame as he huffed annoyed.

"Kept making fun of you...Arschlöcher.. kept sayin you were a big burly lady.."

You snorted, running your fingers through his hair. You told him to ignore them because they didn't know what they were talking about, they were just trying to get a rise out of him.

He sighed, content in your arms as he fell into a drunken sleep on top of you, the crushing pressure more than welcomed.

The next day you decided to surprise König on base with a little gift. The guards of course did not believe that you were his wife so you pulled out the marriage certificate and your spouse ID card to shove it in their face. They were gob smacked as they discovered he had a wife and informed you he was currently at the cantina.

You were directed where to go, a box of chocolate chip cookies in had as you made your way there. Once inside, the place gradually got quiet as you made your way over to your husband giddy as his back faced you.

König was currently berating his friends about making fun of you again until he noticed that they weren't even paying attention, they were looking behind him.

He turned, and there you were, barely meeting his eye level while he was sitting, a box of cookies in hand adorned in a pleated pink skirt and a white tank top with a knit sweater and chunky white heels.

"Surprise! I brought you cookies Liebe!"

The horror that flooded his gaze was unmatched. He quickly wrapped around you to hide you from onlookers, glaring in their direction.

"Mein Liebe, what are you doing here? You are for my eyes only!"

You pouted into him, pushing off of his chest, "I wanted to surprise you," His eyes softened and he huffed, turning to glare at the men at the table who were still gaping in your direction.

"Thas your wife König? The lass is like half your size!" Soap stared on in horror, you could tell what he was thinking about so you hid in his shirt.

"Let's go." He stood, throwing you over his shoulder and flattening your skirt over your ass. Your face was red as you tried to keep the box from being crushed, and you just stared down, completely embarrassed.

"König put me down!" You kicked your legs, trying to fight him off, but he just smacked your ass and carried you out of the cantina, everyone completely silent.

"What the hell just happened." Ghost shrugged at Soaps comment and just kept eating silently.

König had carried you all the way to his quarters, gently placing you on the bed. The blood had rushed to your head so you were bright red.

He knelt, taking off your shoes and rubbing at your sore feet.

"Why did you think this was a good idea mein Liebe? Hmm?"

"I just wanted to bring you a treat.. I thought you'd like seeing me here.."

König sighed, kissing your shin before he looked up at you with his piercing gaze.

"Lamm, I can't keep my eyes off of you, which means neither can other men. I'm the only one that gets to look at you. Du bist mein."

You huffed and averted your gaze, cheeks a bright pink as you handed him a cookie.

"Still, you didn't have to make a scene.." He simply chuckled and stood.

"I know you like it when I toss you around Liebling, you cant fool me. I know you loved the attention."

He caged you in on the bed, prompting you to lie on your back, legs hanging off the edge. You pulled up his mask to reveal his mouth and pressed your lips to his. König groaned softly, slanting his lips against yours, intensifying the kiss.

You moaned and panted into his mouth, whimpering at the flavor of his tongue against yours. He ran a hand up your thigh, squeezing your soft skin in his calloused hands.

He pulled away to attack your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin

"K-König.. what if someone sees-!"

"Don't care.. they need to know who you belong to... Du bist mein..."

You squirmed underneath him, far too excited at the attention he was giving you, especially when he slipped a finger under your panties and rubbed at your sloppy folds.

"Scheiße.. du bist so wet for me Liebe.."

You watched with dazed eyes as he slid off the bed onto his knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he ripped off your underwear and started sucking on your clit. You immediately grabbed at the fabric of his mask and threw your head back, arching into his mouth as you moaned loudly.

König quickly sunk two fingers into your wet cunt, rubbing at your sensitive walls as he fucked you with his hand. You met his gaze and whimpered as he continued eating you out like a starved man. He moaned against your pussy as you came on his hands and face, plenty of slick being absorbed into the fabric hiding his face.

A soft whine escaped as he cleaned up your mess with his tongue, savoring every drop of your arousal. He stood, sucking his fingers clean as he stared down at your spent form lying limply on the bed.

"Braves Mädchen.."

You lied there, staring at him as you tried to grasp a single thought after that mind blowing orgasm, but you just blushed when you noticed his dick straining against his pants.

"What is it Liebling? You want more? Dirty little slag..."

Gnawing on your lip, you nodded, completely drunk on his attention. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and shucked from his pants immediately made you throb for him.

He bound your wrists with the belt, flipping you on your stomach so you were bent over the side of the bed. You had to stand on your toes, causing your legs to shake at the stretch.

"König.. Please.." He chuckled at your desperate plea as he forced your knees back onto the bed so your hips met his. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you by swiping over your clit.

You whined, burying your face further into the mattress as the friction of the blanket rubbed against your knees. König sunk the head of his cock into you, eliciting a pitiful moan as he stretched you wide, this fat cock stuffing into you inch by inch.

He groaned softly at the friction, praising you for taking him so well, "It's like you were made for me Mein Liebe, wrapped so fucking tight around me... Scheiße.."

He slowly pulled out then sunk back in, reveling in the feel of your gummy cunt wrapping tight around his meaty shaft. You whined, pressing against him to meet each thrust, tears staining the mattress as you took his cock.

König nearly growled every time you sucked him back in, head thrown back as he pulled your hips against his.

"I don't share Liebling.. You're all mine.. Only I get to see you.. get to fuck you... Scheiße.."

He moaned as you tightly squeezed around him, creaming on his dick. He watched as a ring of white collected at the base of his cock, stuffing it all the way in before spurting thick ropes of cum into your cunt.

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down your thighs as you whimpered at the empty feeling. He gently undid the belt around your wrists and pressed a kiss to your forehead through his mask.

"Stay there Liebling, Ill clean you up.."

König stepped away to get a washcloth soaked in warm water, gently cleaning off the arousal that had covered your legs and folds, placing a gently kiss on your ass and putting your underwear, socks and shoes back on for you.

"Now let's get you out of here, I don't need anyone else looking at my beauty.." you just nodded slowly and tried to rise on shaky legs. Clinging to his arm, he walked you back to your car, many onlookers staring in shock and utter horror.

He raised his mask above his nose and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before letting you leave. When you started the car, window still rolled down, he listened intently to the radio, realizing you were listening to his playlist.

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus..

You flushed, turning down the radio and meekly met his gaze, "I like that song.. Reminds me of you.."

His piercing blue eyes told you all you needed to know. When he got home, you wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.

Because he was going to make sure you couldn't walk.

[evilgwrl]

Ghost x Reader x König

Paris

Summary: You were bored at home so your roommates gave you a visit to the Eiffel Tower!

CW (MDNI): MxFxM threesome, PIV (no protection, cream pie), oral (M receiving), degradation mixed with a bit of praise, rough sex, face fucking, spanking, one facial slap, talk of anal, slight ass play, the boys r a bit perverted and don’t rlly see u as a person when they’re fucking u, reader doesn’t orgasm but it’s insinuated she will after ;) sorry

Word Count: 1433

Masterlist

You weren’t sure what prompted this situation. Maybe it was your constant whining and bitching about how boring your small town was and how you were destined for more. It wasn’t your fault, their lack of talking always led you to yap more, and more, and more and they had to shut you up somehow.

The room was filled with splutters and gargles as König held your head down on Simon’s girthy cock, his angry mushroom head tickling your tonsils as you choked, bile threatening to rise before you were pulled off for a second. Your nose was running, drooling almost as you gasped for air, tear-shed eyes staring up at your roommates as you coughed.

“Not so talkative now are you, Liebe? Just needed a mouth full of cock, ja?”

König’s words were degrading, yet you found your wanton mouth panting as you chased the taste of Simon’s precum again, the salty tang quenching your throat as you kitten licked the tip, a hiss-sounding from his throat as you were guided back down his length again.

You let out a pleasant hum as your mouth shallowly bobbed around his cock, two hands working the remainder of his length in gentle flicks of your wrists. “Good fucking slut, hm? Dirty cock whore loves being used by her roommates, isn’t that right?”

You nodded in agreement, gargling around his member as you took more of him down your throat, a hand coming up to gently squeeze at his heavy balls, a light fuzz of pubic hair littering them. A gentle hand stroked your cheek as Simon groaned, bucking his hips further into your mouth as König muttered gentle praises about how good you were.

“That’s it baby, so fucking good at this. Just like that – fuck.”

You felt a warmth of satisfaction in your chest as you hollowed your cheeks against the throbbing cock that buried itself in the warmth of your mouth, your tongue flat against the veiny shaft as you traced along every one of them, Ghost’s hips stuttering before he let out a guttural groan, the taste of his thick cum gorging down your throat.

König pulled you away hastily as the finishing spurts landed on your parted lips, tongue quickly darting out to lap at the residue as you panted. “You deserve a treat for doing so good, don’t you Maus?”

You practically whined in response, thighs rubbing together as heat radiated off of you. Your throat was dry as you squeaked out a ‘yes’, desperate hands resting on Simon’s meaty thighs as he pulled you up, the pair leading you to your bed as wanting hands groped at any flesh they could find. You were far past embarrassment as they stripped you off, König’s actions rough as he flipped you onto your stomach, holding your hips up to present your aching holes to them.

Simon sucked in a heavy breath, his cock straining against his hand as he wrapped a hand around it carelessly, giving it slight tugs. Messy digits pulled your cheeks further up, the site of your gooey entrance beckoning them as your asshole puckered, coos leaving their lips as König pressed a thumb against the tight crevice, laughing at how your body jolted in reaction to the unusual sensation.

“Another day, Taube. Need to feel that wet mouth tonight.” His voice was rough and presiding, calloused hands reaching out to his belt as Ghost’s hands gripped the flesh off your ass, a rough smack landing on it as he watched in satisfaction at the jiggle.  

“Please,” you begged as you felt riotous digits rubbing at your slit, admiring the way your slick spilled from your twinging entrance. You were pulled back roughly, cotton burning your knees as you felt the familiar hardness you took in your mouth. Simon’s tip leaked precum once more as he spread the fluids in between your folds, nudging your sensitive bud as he barked out a laugh at your mewls.

“Desperate girl, aren’t you? Don’t know why it took us so long to do this.”

“Worth the wait, nein?”

Simon made a gruff noise as you buried your face into the sheet, a tight burn spreading across your body as you bit down on your blanket, a foreign stretch searing through you as you let out a pained whine. He laid a reassuring hand on the small of your back as he told you to relax, your legs spreading slightly as you let out shallow breaths.

“Fucking Jesus, she’s tight,” Simon barked, fingers spreading your cunt open as he sunk his cock in deeper, soft squelches sounding the room as he hissed in pleasure. You let out a wail as he bottomed out, your pussy stretched to the brim as you felt him nudge against your gummy cervix.

You let out a series of expletives as Ghost’s hands grabbed at your hips, gripping the flesh roughly, a series of bruises most likely to appear tomorrow. König’s hands reached out to lift your head, beady eyes welcomed by the site of an enraged cock, the tip a flushed purple, the impressive length supported by two handfuls of girth, sensitive veins visible as your mouth watered. Both were large, but as to be expected with the Austrian’s sheer size, he was bordering insanity and you clenched in both fear and arousal at him breaking in your tight ass like he suggested he would.

Ghost held your hips still as you attempted to rock against him, pussy aching in desperation as you huffed. “Patience,” he snapped, heavy hand sounding down on your ass, the crack sending vibrations through your body as you barked out a yelp.

“Horny thing,” König quipped as he gripped your mouth, holding it open before he leant down and spat in, strings of spit sliding down your throat as you wet your full lips, tongue darting out to lick at his sticky tip, flushed with his own arousal. The moan you sounded was pornographic as you felt Simon pull his aching cock out before thrusting it back into the hilt, the jiggle of your breasts sounding together as he kissed your sensitive spot.

Your mouth lapped around the Colonel’s cock, working the massive length into your throat slowly as you drowned it in your spit. You were a mess, your chin dribbled in slobber as you moaned and whined around König’s dick, horny hands gripping tightly at the shaft as he held your hair in a firm ponytail.

You looked up at him, doe-like eyes shedding with tears through wet lashes, a satisfied grunt leaving his lips as he guided you along his member, his thrusts matching with Simon’s as they worked you like a hooker, pounding both entrances with little respect, chasing their highs through desperate pounds.

“That’s it slut, taking us both at the same time.”

“Pathetic whore only shuts up when she’s stuffed with dick, schmutzig Mädchen,” König cooed perversely. Their thoughts were littered with perverted images of you, drowning you in their cum as they forced you to take them hour upon hour, bruising your holes and mounding their walls to the shape of their cocks.

You gargled around the giant man’s cock, every agonising thrust from Simon sending him further down your throat as you spluttered. “Jesus – gonna cum in this cunt, hm? Fucking breed your pussy? You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“F-Fuck – yes,” you begged, pulling away from König’s dick before he landed a harsh slap across your face, forcing you back down. You hummed around him happily, spit pooling at your chest, puckered nipples aching in the air as your tits bounced rhythmically.

Simon let out a satisfied laugh, his pace picking up as he slammed his hips against the flesh of your ass, heavy balls banging against your clit as you whined as well as you could. His pace faltered slightly, growing sloppier before he groaned once more, hot cum staining your walls as you choked, slowing your movements against König’s cock as he growled.

Rough hands gripped at the side of your head, holding it in place as he set a brutal force, shoving his member down your bruised throat as he growled before he pulled off from you, fists gripping his cock as he milked his length across your face, painting it with hot flashes of ejaculation. Your eyes closed as you collapsed, worn-out body shivering with pleasure as you felt the leak of Simon’s semen drooping from your abused cunt.

“We’ll let you rest for a moment, Liebling, but don’t forget we haven’t seen that pussy cum yet.”

Pic credits: @ave661

[strawb3rrystar]

Gift from the gods.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Fem! Reader

Summary: The Incredible Nightcrawler is insecure about his looks, thinking that he'll never be good enough for you. Safe to say that another movie night is ruined, again.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, BREEDING, slightly feral kurt, tail play?, marking, slight body worship, talks of having children, lots of aftercare and cuddles, kurt is insecure :(, shitty german , not proofread

Word count: 3.9k

✰Masterlist

You set the large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, eyes flicking over to the couch where you expected your mutant boyfriend to be curled up, waiting for you. But he wasn't. Your eyebrows press together with worry as you notice the bathroom door is still closed. Kurt told you he had to go when you started making popcorn. But that was almost thirty minutes ago.

Inside the bathroom, Kurt was looking at himself in the mirror, pointing out all his insecurities. His sharp teeth, his ears, eyes, tail, not to mention his blue skin as well. All the things that didn't make him human. All the things that made him a monster. Kurt jumped in surprise when you knocked on the bathroom door. "Coming, liebe!" he called, trying not to sound like he was just loathing himself. "Just a sec, I'm.. washing my hands still!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Kurt? You've been in there for almost half an hour," you ask him calmly from the other side of the door, but your worry still grew. "Yes, yes! I'm fine, don't worry! I promise I'm fine," he replies, forcing a cheerful tone. He had no right to worry you with his insecurities, not when he was a literal monster. Kurt looked at his reflection as he said that, his eyes falling on his sharp, shark-esque teeth. His tail behind him was curled and twitching nervously.

You sigh after hearing that, pressing your forehead against the door. "You know I love you, right?" Kurt winced at your voice, hating how your words made him want to breakdown and cry like some child. But he swallowed thickly and shakily nodded to himself, his hands gripping the side of the sink. "Of course.. I love you too." He spoke softly and clearly.

"Okay... I'll be here when you're ready." You push away from the door, leaning against the wall across from it. Kurt's heart broke, he just needed to pull it together. He needed to get these stupid thoughts out of his head and not get emotional in front of you. He took a couple of deep breaths, forcing his tail to stop moving, shoving his hands under the faucet and turning the water on. Washing his hands and face for the third time. After a couple of minutes, Kurt pulled the door open, forcing a smile. "See? I'm just fine! Sorry for taking so long."

You smile softly as you see him "I made the popcorn." Kurt chuckled and moved closer, wrapping his arms around you. "You're too kind, love." He spoke quietly, gently pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he shut his eyes. He had to stay calm, or he was going to burst into tears and ruin the night. But just being held close to you helped relax his muscles. You notice a shift in his demeanor, your eyebrows twitch with worry. Running your hands up his arm, you ask him a question "You okay?"

Kurt swallowed again, pressing his eyes together tighter. No, no, he was completely fine. He had to be- He bit his lip, moving his head to your shoulder, nodding silently. "Yeah... yeah. I'm good. Just... long day." His tail curled around his leg anxiously. Why did he always struggle to tell you the truth? It wasn't like you'd get angry or anything... right? Right? You look down at his tail, noticing how it curled around his leg. "Kurt... you can talk to me if something is bothering you."

He didn't reply for a solid minute, just holding onto you silently. He knew he could. He knew he should. But it was hard, and he didn't want to make you think less of him. Kurt nodded quietly and finally mumbled "I.. I am just.. worried you don't.. like how I look." He admitted, swallowing thickly once more. In response, you cup his cheeks, making him look at you. "What makes you think that?"

Kurt sighed, pointing at all of his features "Don't get me wrong, I.. I like how I look, I really do. I just.. I just.. I'm worried that I disgust you with my looks." You scoff, shaking your head a little "Kurt, I wouldn't stay with you for seven years if I was disgusted by you." He laughed bitterly at his own stupidity, gently resting his forehead against yours. "I know, I know. Sometimes I just fear that you'll realize you could find someone.. someone normal. And then what? Then I won't.. be enough." His voice grew soft and shaky towards the end, his tail curling around his leg once more.

"No." You immediately reply "No. You are a masterpiece. Every inch of skin on your bones is a brush stroke from the gods." Kurt leaned into your touch, letting you gently hold his face, as he swallowed down a wave of emotion. "You.. you really think so?" He asked hesitantly, desperately wanting to shut down the little voice in the back of his head saying that you were lying. He should know you better than that, but the negative thoughts were never going to shut up. Were they? Just always waiting for an open window to attack.

"I don't need to think," you remark "It was already written in stone." Kurt chuckled quietly at that, some of the tension leaving his body. "You really aren't helping my ego, love." He teased, gently brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear as his tail uncoiled and wrapped loosely around your waist. "Well, about the whole 'me finding someone' thing. I couldn't find someone else," You grin.

Kurt huffed, his tail giving a little twitch to show his annoyance. "Why not?" He grumbled as his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you closer to his body. His insecurities and fears were not helping be logical. You lean closer to his face, your lips hovering above his. "Because I can't live without you," You whisper against his lips. Kurt's breath caught in his throat. That's it. He was done for. He presses his lips against yours. Kissing you with a level of passion that could rival Ororo's lightning. "And I can't live without you either." He mumbled against your lips between kisses, his tail twitching again, but for a different reason.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Kurt pushed you further down the hallway until you reached your shared room in the apartment. You backed up until the backs of your legs hit the bed, still entangled in the kiss. He laid you down on the mattress, lips catching yours in needy desire. He hovered over you, his body resting between your thighs. You pull away a second later for air "I love you so much." He leaned down so his face was pressed into your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. "I love you more." He whispered against you neck, his tail curling around your leg, brushing over your thigh.

You gently run your fingers through his hair "Mh- my Nightcrawler." He groaned in pleasure at the sensation, a shiver running up his spine as his lips sucked on your neck, trying to leave as many marks as he could. "God, say it again, please?" He mumbled into your skin, his knee pushing your thighs apart. "My Nightcrawler.." Groaning again, his hips gently rock against yours in response. God, he needed you. His lips nipped at the crook of your neck, hips grinding against yours once more. "Again. Please." He moaned lowly, his body wanting more than just hearing those words.

"My... my Nightcrawler.." You whine, making him growl and sink his teeth into your neck. A mark that would take ages to heal. "God, the things you do to me..." He mumbled, still grinding his hips against yours, though a bit more urgently. He needed you. Wanted you. You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, and that only adds to his desire. Any sense of self control he had was quickly disappearing. He lifted his head from your neck, staring down at you, his pupils slightly dilated. "You're mine." He breathed as his hips rock against yours with a little bit more force. "Say it." He demanded, his voice husky.

"I'm.. I'm yours." You reply, his body shuddering in response. Then he quickly moved to pull off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor before leaning back down and claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. Kurt wanted your clothes off. Now. You moan against his lips, fingers finding his scalp. He groaned at the feeling of your fingertips in his hair and pulled back, panting. "Clothes. Off. Now." He fumbled with the button on your jeans, his hands were slightly shaky with need. You quickly agree and pull off your shirt and bra in one go, tossing them aside. His pupils dilated more at the sight of your bare skin, his teeth ached for you.

Kurt's hands wander down your body, down to your stomach and hips. Wanting to squeeze and mark every inch of skin you offered to him. Eventually, his hand slipped into your now unbuttoned pants. "Please take them off." You mumble, your eyes half lidded. He was not going to say no to that plea. He immediately maneuvered his hands to pull your jeans off, alongside your underwear. Leaving you laying in front of him, bare. Once you were, he sat up, drinking in the sight and committing every inch of you to memory. Then he slowly started removing his own pants, taking his sweet time as he watched you.

You bite your lips as you look up at him, watching his fingers tease the hem of his boxers. Soon he pulled them off, letting his cock spring free. Sure, you have had sex hundreds of times after being together for so long. But he never failed to amaze you. Once he was finally just as bare as you, he returned his position between your legs. The head of his cock leaking pre-cum as he rubbed it up and down your pussy. "I need you, please. Please, Kurt." You beg, and those words were all he needed to hear. He finally stopped teasing the both of you, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. "Fuck." You whimper, causing Kurt to let out a shaky breath, his tail twitching in pleasure, his hands grabbing at your waist.

"Just.. God.. Just tell me when.." He was holding onto what little restraint he had left. "Keep going, don't stop." You urge, and he certainly wasn't planning on it. His fingers gripped you a bit tighter as he pushed himself in deeper. A near soundless moan leaving his throat. "Oh my god." Your breath gets caught in your chest as he bottoms out. "S-Scheisse.. you feel so good.." Kurt groaned as he pushed his hips forward, his mind becoming a fuzzy mess. "I.. I can go faster if.. if you want." He panted as he tried to keep himself from just taking you. But damn it, it was so difficult. He wanted to give you whatever you asked for, spoil you. But your tight heat was making him lose his mind.

You nod your head slowly "Go ahead. I can take it." Kurt's tail curled around your thigh as he braced himself. "Please.. just let me know if it's too much." He mumbled, gently resting his forehead against yours. "Okay, I will." You guarantee, feeling him nuzzle his nose with yours. Then with that, he pulls his hips back, before roughly slamming back into you. A gasp leaves you, nails digging into his shoulders. Leaving indents on his blue skin. "That's it, liebe.. mark me as yours.. I am yours." He moaned, his pace increasing to a rougher rhythm. You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. In turn, exposing more of your neck for him.

Kurt used this opportunity to sink his teeth into your collarbone, leaving a mark, a large one. You yelp in response, not expecting the fiery burn of his bite, slick walls clenching around him. "Ah.. ah.. f- fu-" He practically growled, his pace faltering for a moment. "Do that again.. please." He managed to get out between breaths, his hands gripping onto you tightly, definitely leaving bruises for later. You obey, your cunt clamping down on him again. "Ah, scheisse. Yes... yes, just like that." He slammed his hips into you as he left more hickeys along your neck. Kurt could already feel the tight pressure building in the pit of his stomach.

"You- you know.. I've always thought about what it would be like to get married.. and start a family with you." You mumble in your fucked out state. That confession nearly made him cum right then and there. He had to stop his movements for a moment, his mind going a million miles a second. He pulled his mouth back from your neck, lifting his head to look at you. His mind was trying to fully process what you had just told him. "I.. I.." He stuttered for a moment, his mind not forming the words to communicate. You wait for him to form a reply, wrapping your legs around his waist. "You.. want.. you want the whole deal?" He pants out as he begins to thrust at that same rough rhythm again.

"The.. the wedding, the house, the children." He groaned, the images of such a beautiful life running rampant through his mind. "Yes, everything," you cup his cheeks "Please." God, he was going to lose his mind. "Anything you want.. I will give you anything." He leaned into your touch as he continued his pace. "Just..." He was struggling to not just let go right on the spot. "Can- can I make a small request?" You nod your head slightly, the pad of your thumb brushing against his cheek.

He swallowed hard, trying to think clearly, to control himself. But his mind was foggy with that ever-looming presence of the pit in his stomach, coiling and building with each snap of his hips. Threatening to boil over if he wasn't careful. He didn't want to stop now, everything in him told him not to come before you had. "When.. when you.. could I..?" He couldn't seem to get the words out, struggling to breathe. They seemed so simple in actuality, but in his dazed state it seemed like walking through a snow storm. "Could you what, baby?" You question, your hands gently massaging his shoulders. Kurt let out another shaky pant, his hips rocking forward. "Could I.." He swallowed, burying his face in your neck again as he tried to get the words out. "Could I cum inside you?" He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your lobe.

"I would love it if you did." You answer, a slight smile on his lips. And that was exactly the answer he was hoping for. He groaned against your neck for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. "I.. I'm close, liebe," his thrusts were becoming more ragged and needy. "Me too." You signal, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling his bare skin against your palms. "Yeah?" he mumbled, his hands squeezing you more tightly. "Think you can.. give me one more thing?" Kurt asked, trying to hold out a little longer. "What?" you hum, quirking a brow. He let out yet another shaky pant, as he gets closer and closer to the edge. "Say my name, liebe. I.. I want you to say my name."

You agree to his request and that was all he needed for him to snap. His pace becomes absolutely relentless, his teeth sinking into your skin once more as a warning. "You're mine." He growled against your neck. "Fuck! Yes!" You cry as he pounds you into the mattress, feeling the coil deep in your torso about to spring to life. "Yes.. say it.. say it again.. who do you belong to?" He breathed as his words were broken up by needy pants and moans. "You! You, Kurt!" The answer leaves your lips seconds later. Your waterline starts to fill with salty liquid as he drills into the spot that makes you see starts. But you quickly blink them away.

"Who owns you, liebe? Whose the one that makes you feel this could?" Each question felt like more feed into his ego pond, slowly killing off each of his insecurities like baby ducklings getting swallowed whole by the fish. With each word that left your pretty, swollen lips, it plucked off more feathers, making his fears and doubts stay rooted to a desolate void that he brain couldn't reach. All he needed was you. Your reassurance that he was enough for this cruel world. "Only you!" You moan, your walls clenching around him again.

"God, you're perfect." His hands were bruising as they gripped your hips, leaving no wiggle room to breath even for a moment. The pace of his thrusts desperate and reckless. "Please.. say my name.. say it when you come." Your eyes roll back into your skull as the dam breaks, the floodgates being held open. Your juices coat his cock as you say his name like a prayer. Chanting like a spell that could set you free from the cinder block that was everyday life. And he soon followed. The sudden cry of his name, combined with the feeling of you milking him, sent him over the edge. Releasing deep inside your womb, filling you up completely. "I love you.. I love you so much."

He kept himself inside you for a moment, until his brain registered his surroundings again. Kurt was panting heavily, as the adrenaline left him and the exhaustion started to kick in. You lay totally spent beneath him, your body twitching a little. He moved to pull out his flaccid cock from your puffy cunt, both of your cum dripping out of your tired hole. Kurt laid beside you, resting his head on your chest, his body rising and falling with your ragged breaths. "Can't feel my legs." He mumbled from his spot, his words a bit slurred. "I can't feel anything," you laughed, drowsily. He chuckled before nuzzling his cheek against your chest, then he started peppering gentle kisses across your skin.

"I think I saw my ancestors from how intense that was there." He wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you as close to him as possible. "You're such a dork, Kurt." You giggle softly, shaking your head a little. "Oh, don't act all high and mighty, liebling. You're the one who wants to marry the dorky mutant with blue skin and a tail." He teases, his cheek up against your chest as he looks up at you. "And have his children," you muse, looking down at him, taking in the way his eyes looked through his lashes. The mere idea sent jolts through his heart, and butterflies into his stomach. "How many would you want? Like two or three? More? Less?" Kurt questions as he begins tracing light patterns across your stomach with his fingertips.

"Well, how many do you want?" You ask in return, finding it adorable how he was getting so excited over having a family with you. "Hmm, let's see." He hummed as he began counting on his fingers. "I always thought three would be perfect. But I also like the idea of having a litter of children running around. So, who knows?" He joked, before shifting to settle his hand back onto your stomach. "A litter? Jesus." you reply, almost in disbelief. "Oh, you love the idea." Kurt teased as he kisses your supple skin. "I can picture it now. Seven little rugrats running around the compound, with little pointed ears and tails.. hmm, although a few blue ones would be nice as well."

"I have a feeling they'd all be blue in some way," you hum "And they'd be mutants, if it's true that men carry the mutant gene." Kurt sighed happily, a sense of joy and overwhelming hope filled his heart. "And they would be absolutely adorable." He began to picture it in his mind, him and you being parents together, your children growing up with their aunts, uncles, and other family. Spending their formative years at the academy, learning to control whatever gifts they were graced with. He wanted that. He needed that. "Three," you say, running your finger through his hair again. "Hmm?" he hums, loving the way your fingers feel in his hair "Three is our compromise then?"

You nod your head in agreement. "Perfect," he smiled against your chest. "Maybe.. maybe we should start on the first little one soon?" he mused out loud, his thoughts shifting to the idea of a life growing inside you. "I thought we just did," you respond. "I- oh.." Kurt chuckled, realizing the implications of what he had previously done. He was quiet for a moment, listening to your heartbeat as the thought of you carrying his child took root. "Yeah, I mean you did just come inside me." You say, tilting your head a little. "God, you're going to be the death of me." He groaned, the images in his mind were too perfect.

He moved to rest his chin against your chest, looking up at you with a hopeful look on his face as he placed a hand flat on your stomach. "Think it took?" Kurt asked quietly. You shrug "We'll know for sure in a few weeks. He didn't seem fully convinced by that as he continued to idly caress your stomach, as if willing it to take. "I want it to," he mumbled against your skin "I want us to be parents so badly." You hum, looking up at the ceiling while making a suggestion "Well, we could always try more tomorrow." Kurt chucked quietly "Darling, if I had more energy, I'd go again now," he teased. You shake your head in response "I don't have the energy."

Kurt laughed again, you loved his laugh, and you loved making him laugh. Especially when you were like this. "I think I literally just broke you, liebe." His voice was laced with exhaustion, but still cocky, as if he was proud of himself for a job well done. "A hundred percent," you mumble as Kurt happily nuzzles up against you. "Good." His voice rings out as he begins to get comfortable laying on your chest. "I'm going to sleep now. Don't get up until I say you can. I will hold you hostage." He teased, a smirk on his lips. Yet he was being very serious, because he's done that exact thing in the past. "So, no movie night?" you pout in a playful way.

"Don't get me wrong, my love.." he said, smushing his face even further into your chest, his arms tightening around you. "I adore watching movies with you. However, I physically cannot move my limbs right now." You sigh, closing your eyes. "Me neither," you weren't mad in the slightest. In fact, you were the most content you could be currently. "I'm trapping you here for the next ten hours." Kurt hummed into the swell of your breast. "Do my tits really make that good of pillows?" you ask. "The best pillows I've ever had," he mumbled out, already sounding sleepy. You wrap your arms around him, slowly drifting off as the heat from his body surrounds you. "Dich lieben." He sighs happily, his breathing eventually evening out, and his body going limp in your arms.

Star's notes -> Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. My hands are shaking because this is the longest fic I've ever written and now I have no idea what to do with myself.. uh..

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Take A Break - Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Summary: Toto has been pushing himself too hard trying to get the upgrades sorted. As his concerned wife, you plan a surprise visit.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Bad writing

Requested: Yes by Anon (Hope I did this justice)

2024 season. There's a little blurb halfway through as well.

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mercedesamgf1 boss man hard at work 

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ynwolff_official you better be looking after him

→ mercedesamgf1 yes, ma’am. we’re doing our best 

→ ynwolff_official tell him if he doesn’t stop working late, he’ll be in trouble when he comes home 

→ mercedesamgf1 stop making the admin team threaten me, schatz. they keep coming into my office shaking and you’ll get me into trouble with hr - toto 

user1 tell him to make an insta 

georgerussell63 he looks like a sith lord

→ ynwolff_official i think you mean, very handsome

→ georgerussell63 i’m not going to say that about my boss

→ alex_albon why not? you were telling me the other day that you think he looks much better in the white shirt than the black zip up 

user2 anyone else think he looks tired lately?

→ user2 he’s been working extra hard to get the upgrades ready, i’m guessing 

→ user3 plus wifey and jack haven’t been able to make a race in a while so he’s probably missing them after that triple header

user4 george won’t be getting those upgrades once yn tells toto that he wouldn’t admit he was handsome

→ mickschumacher i’ve already told 

→ georgerussell63 betrayal

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Strolling through the Hungaroring paddock, you kept a tight hold of your son’s hand. Bustling bodies brushed past, paying the the pair of you no heed, which worked well with your surprise.

Over the past few weeks, Toto had been working tirelessly to ensure the upgrades were ready and working in time for the Hungarian Grand Prix, albeit to the detriment of his own health. He’d been sleeping less, running himself ragged to ensure Mercedes didn’t remain fourth in the constructors. After winning at Red Bull Ring and Silverstone, he knew the potential was there. All he had to do was unlock it. But that had meant shorter calls with his wife and son, fewer responses to messages and a growing distance that he hated feeling during the season. And so, arranging a surprise visit during race weekend had been the most obvious solution.

Mercedes hat sat atop his dark hair, Jack babbled about everything he could see as the tall form of George Russell guided you towards the garage. 

“Hello, stranger.” Lewis’ voice met your ears when he caught sight of you. “Toto didn’t tell me you were coming. What’s up, little man?” 

George vanished into the back of the garage, searching for the Team Principal. Leaning over to the Brit, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the 7x WDC. Lewis gave your shoulders a squeeze before pulling Jack up into his arms, whisking him over to where the W15 was being polished. 

“George, this better be important. I was in the middle of an analysis report-.” A disgruntled Austrian accent filled the garage, bringing a smile to your face. You could picture the deep frown twisting his handsome’s features without even turning to see it.

“Liebe?” 

The silver arrows watched the tension seep out of their Team Principal’s face as he took in the appearance of his wife. Striding across the garage floor, he pulled you in for a tight hug, and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head. Aware of the eyes on you both, he had to refrain from pressing his lips to yours. Denying you both the deep kiss you truly desired.

“Surprise,” you whispered, slipping your arm around his waist. Your hand automatically rubbing soothing circles against his hip. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured into your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of home. 

“You sounded like you needed us.”

“I always need you.”

“Well, then, let’s go rescue your son from Lewis.”

Holed up in Toto’s office, the Wolff family basked in their first moment of family time since over a month. Toto had ordered everyone to leave them alone until qualifying was due to start or somebody was dying. Thankfully, the team listened and so he spent the past hour listening to his son tell him about school and watching Lewis win a race on telly.

Fussing over the amount of coffee cups in the waste bin, you turned to lecture your husband on his inability to get enough rest but paused, mouth open. Curled up on the deep couch pushed against the wall, Jack was snuggled into his father’s lap. His iPad had fallen to the side, and soft snores escaped from his mouth. Glasses askew, Toto’s chin rested on his son’s head, eyes closed tight. Father and son, exhausted from the excitement of their day.

Taking a quick picture on your phone, you smiled at the sight of your family. Reaching into Jack’s backpack, you pulled out his blanket, draping it over your favourite boys.

“Ich liebe dich,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads.

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mercedesamgf1 our favourite family 🐺

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georgerussell63 admin, you used the same quote for a photo of toto with me, lew and mick the other week?

→ mercedesamgf1 we were paid to do that 

→ alex_albon great now he’s crying 

→ landonorris ha! at least our admin love us more than zak

→ mclaren don’t tell on us! 

mercedesamgf1 inside scoop; toto asked us to print out the photo of yn and jack to put in his office 

mickschumacher does this mean i can take the little wolff karting?

→ ynwolff_official only if you promise to come for dinner

→ georgerussell63 and me? 

→ user5 poor toto can’t escape his drivers even during his time off because his wife adopted them all 

lewishamilton nice to see you and jack in the paddock again, yn

→ ynwolff_official and you, lew. hopefully we can attend a few more now that the summer holidays are here 

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ynwolff_official my favourite part of summer break is the view 

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mercedesamgf1 tell boss man to bring that smile back with him 

→ ynwolff_official don’t worry. i’ll be sending him back to work extra happy 

→ lewishamilton yn, love, this sounds less than family friendly 

→ ynwolff_official oops 

user6 oh she’s FEEDING us 

user7 has george joined you for a sleepover yet

→ ynwolff_official of course. he’s like the son i didn’t ask for 

→ georgerussell63 but you love anyway?

→ user8 silence speaks volumes 

user9 yn wolff thirst trapping her husband was not on my 2024 bingo 

→ user10 silly season is extra silly this year so yn obvi thought she would participate 

→ user11 and we love her for it

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König x Inexperienced!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

cw: age difference, age play, oral s*x, older bf König w/ inexperienced reader, fi*gering, v*ginal s*x.

At first, you were nervous about having an older boyfriend. You've just never dated anyone who was twenty years older than you... König was in his 40's. But then again, all the other people your age seemed immature. You've been dumped for not being enough, for not letting people use you like they wanted. But also, when the time finally came, they didn't ever know what they were doing, and just fucked. There was no pleasure for you, they were focused on themselves. And they never gave you any aftercare, either. It was always just "hey guys I have a girlfriend" that they pretended to care about.

Although König was older, he was also different from the rest of the guys you've met. He was gentler, and focused on your pleasure just as much as his own. He enjoyed things, taking it slow. Plus, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to hit you in all the right spots. The way he knew the different ways of pleasuring the both of you. You didn't even know that you could cum by him just using his tongue. He knew all the right places to lick and suck your clit and between your folds, he knew just the right way to curl his fingers and hit that right spot inside your spongy, wet cervix. When he was intimate with you like this, including when he would slide his cock inside you, he always made sure to stop and passionately kiss you. He would always take the time to cherish the other parts of your body, gently squeezing your breasts while he used his tongue on you or fucked you.

He was even patient with how inexperienced you were with pleasuring a man. He was gentle and guided you, teaching how to give him a handjob and all the right places to hit. "Jetzt, just rub your hands along the tip... Ja, just like that... Oh, that feels amazing, meine liebe..." He would encourage you. He would even make you take your time with him. There would be times where you'd stroke him too fast too soon. "Nein.. there's no rush, liebe... Go slower..." He would say.

Even when you eventually started learning how to give him a proper blowjob, he would feel you choking on his thick cock from you trying to force your way deeper. "Take your time.. don't force it, meine liebe... You're doing so well.." König liked to savor these moments and enjoy his time with you. That's what made you love him so much. He was just so caring and gentle with you.