#mauschen

[konigsblog]

what do you mean i can't live on a farm with farmer!könig and bake him his favourite, delectable sweet strawberry tarts and apple pies?!

[amaranthinespirit]

loser!könig with a high sex drive

can't convince me this man doesn't have an insanely high libido, especially after you took his virginity. this man is always craving sex, whether it be morning, before noon, noon, afternoon, evening, or night, this man is desperate to be between your legs.

he'll plead with you, aching for you to give him just another taste of how sweet you are, broad chest flush against your back as he grinds his hips against your plush rear.

his ears tipped red and flushed, mind going dumb at the slightest touch you'll give him, but it's not enough, mauschen. you're just too sweet, and too giving.

if you reject the poor man, he'll whine and sulk, but ultimately respect your wishes because he was grateful you stuck around after you had first split yourself open on his throbbing, hung cock. most women would've ran away, or gotten too mad at his persistence.

you can't be too mad at him, he doesn't talk with many women, not properly anyways. it's a miracle he even managed to bag you, you sweet thing.

you're so nice when he humps his massive cock against your folds, aching and oozing with precum as he lubes himself with your slick. drool leaking from his lips already onto your shoulder, his paws groping your breasts and his mind already hazy before he even slips his cock into your sweet warmth.

when he does, he cums so hard again, whining against your skin as he hopelessly ruts into your plush rear. he mumbles incoherently about how good you are to him, pleading with you to never leave as he once again shoves his cock deep into your spongy walls, most likely bruising your cervix as he reaches a second orgasm in a matter of thirty seconds. face flushed and sweat dampening his skin as he clings to you, pressing wet, open kisses to your neck. he listens to your sweet mewls as he keeps going, despite the sensitivity, because you deserve to cum for being so patient, schatz, such a sweet girl to such a brutish loser like himself.

[roxy-writes]

my preposition: riding König.

bouncing on him with his hands on your waist, guiding your movements. groaning and praising you. you get all cock-drunk and sloppy & fall forward on his chest, he starts to fuck into you at an insane speed. lots of spanking/groping. then afterwards, he teases you for how wobbly your legs are.

no fr! he’d love making you ride his cock while he just sits back and enjoys it, grabbing at the fat of your hips and slamming you up and down on him. telling you how good you’re doing and how nice it feels when you move up and down on his cock. he’d watch your face contort and listen to you moan his name as you make a mess of yourself.

your legs are getting so tired and you’re so shaky, barely able to lift yourself up and down anymore. you slump against his chest and go practically limp, until you’re forced to focus again by his hips slamming up into you. you moan and whimper as he fucks up into you. your eyes roll back into your head and you shudder.

he removes one hand from your hip to squeeze your ass, right before he spanks it. you gasp and moan before he does it again, and again, and again. you’re all sore when he brings his hand back down to gently caress the fat of your ass.

he keeps fucking up into you at an ungodly pace, rendering you absolutely helpless and cock-drunk. his cock hits the perfect spot inside you, getting you so so fucking close. he presses his thumb against your clit and rubs in a circle, eventually pushing you over the edge. the feeling of you clenching around him makes konig cum until it’s dripping down your thighs.

when he pulls out, you try and get off his lap, but you’re so shaky you can barely move. “that good, mauschen? you’re shaking so bad,” konig says. he lifts you off him and lays you on the bed beside him before going to fetch a towel to clean you up.

[diejager]

Requests are open? 👀♡ (Feel free to ignore (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠))

How would Perv!Stepbrother!König react to his younger stepsister getting into a relationship? He'd warned you about how sick and depraved some men can be, hoping that you'd keep yourself for him, a selfish and entitled decision he'd made.

König has known you for so long and you're all he craves, what he yearns for. You're the highlight of his day, what he fantasises about. He looks forward to coming home after a month long deployment, being enveloped by his beloved stepsister, to rut his growing bulge against your clothed cunt sneakily and quietly while you run your fingers through his tangled, knotted hair.

Do you think he purposely neglects himself, hoping that you'll see the effect your new relationship has on him? Does he create fake conversations and screenshots of your significant other cheating on you? Does he attempt to manipulate and coerce you into getting him off? He'll plead with you with his bottom lip quivering, forcing tears to stream his flushed cheeks, begging for a quick and sloppy blowjob. You already know that König is a social reject, that it's more than likely he'll never get into a lasting relationship with someone that actually cares for him. He needs something more than his own calloused and rough fist to get himself off, little mouse.

Perhaps he'll secretly record you as you suck him off, with those pretty soft lips wrapped tightly around his meaty shaft and your soft fingers fondling his heavy balls. It hurts him to do this, Mauschen. He warned you, and you should've known better than to get with that deranged, selfish asshole. He'll use these videos against you, blackmailing you into pleasuring him while being in a relationship with another man. He feels sick, but he knows what's best for you, Liebling.

I Know Best

Dark!Stepbro!König x stepsis!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation/coercion, blowjob, loser!König, non-con filming, implied cheating, faking proof, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

“How do you know he’s bad for me?!” you screamed back, eyes glazed with tears, slightly red and swollen. Both you and him have been going on and on about the same subject over the past week —since he discovered from his friend that you started dating a boy he didn’t know.

“I am your brother, Mäuschen.”

He was your brother. Well, stepbrother, to be precise, your father(he found him a nice man, fair and caring) had married his soft mother, and had given him a miracle in the form of you : his precious and innocent, little sister that he’d vowed to protect and cherish in all manners of way. in both reality and his filthy fantasy.

“But you don’t even know him!” you were always so very stubborn about having your way, something he loved and hated about you.

“I don’t have to to know what a boy thinks, " he had no reason to raise his voice to you like you were doing, he was your older brother, the responsible one, “I’m trying to protect you-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before you stormed off, cheeks puffed and lips pouty. He watched you stomp up the stairs and lock yourself in your room with a loud slam. König sighed into his palms, running his fingers through his hair, feeling exasperated with you and your stubborn naivety about the world. You were just as hard-headed as he was, so he couldn’t blame you completely. After all, you’d learned it from him.

But all he wanted was to protect you, the world was harsh, men and women cruel in their vain ways and selfish intent, and boys were the wort, their simple-minded thinking and mean intent would hurt you. Your generosity and affection would come back and bite you in the ass, break your big heart and shatter it in thousands of pieces. This boy you decided to date would leave him to pick up the pieces of your heart, to cradle it in his big palm and heal your aches.

König was your older brother, that’s why he knew best. He knew that, it was written all over him, but you seemed to be oblivious to it. He’ll just have to show you that all you need was him.

It wasn’t his fault that you were choking on his cock, nose buried in his musky pubes. He stank of days old sweat and oil and his skin and pubes crusty with old cum from when he jerked himself to completion in his room, watching pornstars that looked similar to you. It wasn’t his fault that he was in such a state of disarray, dirty and broken. It was all yours and he told you as much as your head bobbed between his thighs, head forced down by a hard grip, his fingers curled up at the roots of your hair.

Your neglect and distancing had drove him to depression, your forgetfulness of his presence in your life left him scrambling for any crumbs of affection you still had left —the ones you didn’t offer the boy. It was as if you’d forgotten he existed, forgotten he slept right across from you, forgotten you showered in the same bathroom and forgotten you ate ate the same table. You had forgotten him. And it hurt him so much.

It drove him into a deep depression, a dark cloud invading his mind and hazing up everything: from his day to day life to his hobbies and passion. all he could do without feeling his heart break was jerk off at the thought of you in his sheets, back arched and squiring under him, crying out his name and cumming around his cock. It was all he’d ever wanted since he first met you, the little teenager who hid behind her father despite being just a few years younger than him.

“I’m sorry, Mäuschen,” he moaned, hips rutting upwards and deeper in your throat, “but I warned you, didn’t I? I told you he wasn’t good for you.”

You gagged, throat clenching around him so tightly as you sputtered, adorable mewls and whines vibrating his throbbing girth. You looked so pretty like this, a sight he only dreamed of seeing, on your knees and crying around his cock. At first, he doubted you could take all of him, but you’d surprised him, watching his cock sink inch by inch in your warm and wet mouth, bulging the lining of your tight throat. He apologised for being so harsh, but he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into you every time you tried to talk, your every word making him shudder and pulse.

It didn’t help that you were so, so very adorable with red and swollen eyes, mascara staining your cheeks. It made his harder than any fantasy he ever came up with in his deranged mind, it brought him closer to the edge over and over without much effort, and he had to stop himself less he wanted to cum within the first seconds. The best thing was that he was the one who made you cry, his words and evidence rather than the boy. Well, he played a small part, but it was all him!

The pictures and the video evidence that he showed you from his computer, the pixelated colours that made up people and plants and building. He had shown you “proof” of your boyfriend’s betrayal, pictures of him kissing a mystery woman, his tongue down her throat and his hands groping her like he wasn’t a taken man. König knew it would drive the nail into the coffin of your relationship, you had crumbled in his arms, clinging to him in tearful apologies for not believing him and pushing him away. He held you and comforted you, promising that he wouldn’t do that to you, that he was loyal to you, but you didn’t know that he was somewhat proficient in photoshop and video editing, or that he had friends in the field. That was all right to him, what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.

“I know. I know,” he cooed, his tone harsh despite his voice cracking and depraved appearance, “I love you. Do you love me?”

You nodded, cheek hollowing and eagerly sucking him off, eyes rolling back. And he nearly came right then and there. Good thing he had cameras set all around his room, one in each corner and a big camcorder in the hand that wasn’t busy pushing you down his length.

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[uhohdad]

I'm not too sure if requests are on at the moment (feel free to ignore this if they aren't, if you're uncomfortable with the request, or if you're simply uninterested, my sweet! 🫂)

What are your thoughts on Loser!König with a cuckold fetish? Who loves being humiliated? Who loves watching his girlfriend get fucked by another man? I'm not too sure if this crosses your boundaries or anything, so don't feel pressured to respond! (⁠T⁠T⁠) ♡

After all, König is a useless virgin, or at least he lacks experience in the bedroom. He can't properly please you or drag an orgasm out of you, because he comes embarrassingly quickly, practically huffing and puffing through his second orgasm while you're wincing at the sheer size of König and the splitting pain between your soft, warm thighs. He barely lasts two minutes – if that at all. He's been deprived of pussy and sex, please understand him, Mauschen!

He gets off knowing that his girlfriend is satisfied, despite the envy and jealousy burning within him, as well as the shame and disgust that follows that he can't properly please you, mainly due to his size and lack of experience. As long as you let him eat you out afterwards and clean up that man's filth using his tongue, then it's alright. Just run your fingers through his tangled hair and let him fall asleep with his throbbing, swollen boner leaking all over you. 🌷

orla i love your beautiful mind also i am SO sorry this took so long <3

(18+) Loser!König x Reader x Ghost - Cuckholding

Even though he’s straining against his boxers, you still have to tie König down to the chair in the corner of the room to prevent him from losing his cool. His fists clenched on the arms of the chair, teeth grit and grinding as he watches Simon bury his cock into you like he owns it.

He might as well, because König certainly isn’t pleasuring you. Hasn’t managed to give you an orgasm once. Skipping crucial warm-up to shove his eager, thick cock into a cunt that’s far too tight and unprepared. Burying his finish into you before the first tear can even well in your eyeline. Maybe the apology he mutters into your skin afterwards is genuine, but it certainly doesn’t lend to correcting his behavior the next time.

“Fuck, that’s it, love.”

Simon’s grunts are restrained and ravenous, deep and gravelly in your ear.

“Just needed someone who knows what they’re doing, yeah?”

Through the blur of each degrading slam into your cunt from behind, you catch sight of König, his half-lidded eyes projecting pure loathing as he watches you bounce on his rival’s cock. Jaw tight at your pathetic, squeaky moans and his thighs rubbing together to release the aching throb in his cock.

“You’re dripping, love. Soaking this fucking cock.”

Simon ends his praise on a grunt, an extra rough series of slams into your plush ass. König is gifted the intoxicating image of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands clawing at the sheet in pleasure for once, a feat he’s yet to achieve.

König’s flushed with jealously, skin burning with envy, watching Simon one-up him with his girlfriend’s pleasure. The stuttered moans that leave you are desperate, entirely succumb to his skilled cock. Rough and brute in the right way. His balls are slapping against your clit at the perfect angle, coaxing whines from your raw throat with each bottom out.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes - yes!”

Simon gives a pleased hum, rubbing it in by shooting König a smug stare and cocky grin.

“Your girl is so tight and wet f’me.”

König’s eyes flare, his muscles tight and shaking in rage, teeth threatening to crumble under the pressure.

“Simon - Close! So close!”

“That’s a good girl, love, cum on this cock.”

The cry that leaves you is deafening and stuttered by Simon’s abusive cock bullying your g-spot. Limp and pliant to the strong hands on your hips as the pleasure swallows you whole, a white heat that sends jolts of euphoria from your core to the rest of your useless body.

“Such a good girl,” He coos softly, a sharp contrast to the cruel cock that pounds your sensitive cunt.

“I know it’s been too long.”

You can’t even respond, cock-drunk and strung-out on your bliss. Simon leans down, pressing his firm, warm chest to your back, his lips in your ear.

“Gonna’ fill that pretty cunt.”

His ruthless cock bottoms out with each thrust, his hips a blur and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room until he presses himself flush to your ass, cock entirely buried in you with a finish deep into your cunt, filling you with his messy, greedy finish.

He gives three final thrusts to stuff his cum in you, his nails digging into your hips when he finally wavers. His cock is pulsing and twitching, pulling out of your overstimulated cunt before slapping his arousal and cum-soaked cock against your thighs and leaving you with a handprint on your ass cheek.

Simon wipes off his sweat with a towel, tossing it in König’s lap as he heads for the door.

“Better get to cleaning, Lover Boy.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Somno/Sleepy Sex

Requested: No

Warnings: Somno is more implied, I think? Reader is in the process of waking up in these, but the boys were at it for a good second before you woke up. Self degradation in König’s. Oral (could be anal or vaginal, genitals not state)

A/N: keeping this GN was a CHALLENGE but I did it!!!

Ghost

“Go back to sleep.” He whispers, his hands lifting one of your legs up and hooking it over his hip, getting himself all comfy behind you. “Just go back to sleep, Love. I’m almost done.” He tells you, a lie. His breathing is ragged, hot against your ear as he spreads lube across your entrance, oh so careful to make sure he’s got you nice and prepped before sliding into you, bullying his thickness in even when you whimper and squirm, his arms wrapped around you tight. “That’s it love, almost all the way in.” Another lie, he’s barely halfway in, your tightness trying to fight against the large intrusion.

“You can take a little more for me, can’t you?” It’s not a real question, but when you nod his voice dips into an almost condescending coo. “That’s a good Lovey. So good for me.” He says, pressing his lips to your neck before pushing all the way in.

Soap

Soap barely even managed to hum when he notices your eyes fluttering open, his mouth too busy suckling at one of your nipples, his cock buried inside you though he hadn’t moved it in some time. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He mumbles before his mouth is right back at it, this time on the opposite nipple. Judging from their soreness, he’d been at it for quite some time, sucking your nipple as deep into his mouth as it could go, careful of his teeth. Almost like a babe trying to suckle for milk, but that was just how Soap was. Absolutely obsessed with your nipples, to the point that he forgot all else, even his cock being warmed by your lubed up walls.

“I’ll stop in just a minute.” He mumbles, flicking his tongue over your nipple before going back to the other way. This was a lie, and you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping again anytime soon.

König

“Maus.” König whimpers when your thighs clamp down on his head, clearly startled to wake up with his tongue working at you so late at night. “It’s just me, Mauschen.” He says, pressing his tongue back into you, moaning with delight when your hips buck. He was just so hungry for you when you laid beside him in just your underwear, he couldn’t wait until you woke. He tried to hold out but hours later, here he was. He felt like a pervert, the thought making his cheeks turn pink.

“So so sorry, Maus. Couldn’t wait. Looked so good. Please forgive me.” He mumbles, barely lifting his mouth away to say the words before diving back in, acting like a man starved. “So so dirty, such a pervert. Waking my Maus like this just cause I’m hungry for them.” He whimpers again, drunk off the taste of you as his words take a nonsensical turn.

Alejandro

“Relax, Mi Amor. It’s just me.” Alejandro coos into your ear, one hand cupping your cheek as you lazily blink your sleepy eyes, the other holding your thigh open as he fucks into you slowly. He’d been oh so careful not to wake you but it seems like it was in vain. “Feel so good, Amor. Always so good for me.” He groans, eyes only on you as he flicks his tongue over your lips playfully. He starts to pick up his pace a bit now that you were awake, rubbing along your insides just right.

And even when you came, he didn’t stop, smirking as you whine under him from overstimulation. “You didn’t think we were done just yet did you, Amor?”

[writtenbyspxder]

"omh konig would deff call y/n his mauschen tehehe" NO. MICE ARE DISGUSTING. THEIR CORPSES LEAVE SMELLS. MY CEILING HAS THE CORPSE OF A DEAD RAT AND NOW THE WHOLE HOUSE SMELLS LIKE ROTTEN CARCASS. ' oh but mice and rats arent the same thing' I AM AWARE!!!! BUT JUST BECAUSE ZADE MEADOWS CALLS ADELINE 'little mouse' DOESNT MEAN IT TRANSLATES WELL INTO GERMAN!! 'oh but its a common german petname' AND HE'S AUSTRIAN!! it feels so predatory when writers write him calling his s/o in fic this shit like... eurgh,,,,,,, did you even try??

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Karito was as careful as he could be, having made up his mind to go bother Steppenwolf anyways. It wasn't a direct disobedience, the chimera had rationalized, if Steppenwolf was a threat to what he was supposed to guard.

"mauschen," Karito jumped at the voice, "you need to leave, it's not time yet," Heisberg was so uncertain of what he was saying to this vague shape he could almost make out through his mental fog and the dark. He certainly felt like it was time, but, "it's not time yet."

The poor chimera sprinted back to the safety of where he was supposed to be, scared out of his mind at Heisberg seemingly expecting him.

[the-californicationist]

Guardian (excerpt from Chapter 4)

König stood outside of his quarters, shifting his weight from boot to boot, trying to decide when to knock. He shuffled around, walking back down the hall, feeling too close to the door and then too far from it. Maybe he should leave the food and retreat entirely? Would she find it before Horangi did?

“Klopf einfach an,” he muttered to himself, too loudly.

“König?” Her voice was dampened by the door panel, “Is that you? One second.”

He heard her jostling around in there. She turned the handle and pulled the door away from him. Seeing her standing there, dressed in what he had given her - along with a borrowed pair of socks that went all the way up to her knees - he thought he might pass away. The huge top extended past the nylon shorts, making it seem as if the shirt was her only covering. He could smell her. His shampoo. His soap. His scent lingered on her with his stare. The bedsheets were rumpled. She had been snuggled up in them, dressed in his clothes. He couldn’t move.

“Gott im Himmel,” he breathed the lowest, deepest growl of a whisper as he exhaled the breath he was holding.

He tried to recover as quickly as possible, smiling like an idiot as he handed her the sandwich and drinks. Even though he could hold all of the bottles in one hand, she had to awkwardly carry them in her arms as she tried to take them from him. She was saying something, thanking him perhaps? He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t hear anything except his blood rushing in his ears. A bottle fell to the concrete floor, and before he could get his head back on his shoulders to help her, she bent down away from him to retrieve it. 

Her shirt rode up, loose as it was, exposing her bare lower back. The shorts were small, even for her, and they left none of her thigh to the imagination. To his delight, freckles were littered all over them like a spattering of breadcrumbs leading directly up to her thick -

“König? Are you okay? Are you upset? What happened?”

The fear had returned to her voice. He was acutely aware that he still looked like a literal demon, and he tried to dismiss himself as quickly as possible,

“No, no. Everything is alright, Mauschen. Just wanted to fill you - feed you. Feed you food, and I will go…I will do paperwork, now. Right now.” Freud would be proud. 

“I thought you’d be able to stay here. Can you do the paperwork here?”

He was a wolf with its leg in a beautiful claw trap,

“Ja, natürlich.”

“This is so good, mmh,” she dug into the sandwich, getting a little mayonnaise on her cheek.

He sat in his tiny chair and opened his field desk. She licked a knuckle that had been smeared with tomato juice, sticking the finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. He found what was probably a pen and a piece of paper. It didn’t matter, since all he could think about was her. She finished one of the halves, sticking the crust past her lips and using her pink tongue to try and catch falling crumbs. He crushed the pen between his fingers.

“Scheiße,” he cursed under his breath. He found another pen.

She took no notice of him, too interested in her meal. He began his report. How do you begin a report? She moaned mid-bite,

“Oh, my God! I don’t know if it’s just the fact that they only fed me cold rice or what, but this is amazing.”

König was in physical pain. If she moaned like that again… He jotted down the date and time, along with a few bullshit facts about his recent insertion, and signed it at the bottom, sloppily. 

“I need to deliver this to the captain. Do you need anything else, Maus?”

She shook her head, her mouth full of chicken.

“Lock the door when I leave, bitte. Don’t open it unless it is me,” he paused, “or the captain.”

She nodded, visibly swallowing. Her throat - No. Stop it.  

“Where will you sleep? I’m so sorry to put you out,” she lamented genuinely.

He stood to leave, leaving her question unanswered. Towering over her, he peered down at her and saw that she still wore a small hint of mayo. He removed a glove and took her face in one of his hands, slowly rubbing the sauce away from her soft mouth. She gasped,

“Oh, shit. Mayo? I’m a mess, apparently.” She allowed him to clean it off fully, keeping her chin in his huge hand, blushing from embarrassment, “Thanks.” 

“Wenn ich länger hier bleibe, werde ich dich vögeln.” If I stay here any longer, I will fuck you. He smiled down at her, his eyes crinkling under the mask.

“Sorry, I don’t speak - is it German?”

He nodded, releasing her face, “Ja , Boarisch. But, still Deutsch, I guess. Just wishing you good night, Mauschen. I will come wake you for breakfast tomorrow.”  

He fled, closing the door tightly behind him, crushing the report in his ungloved hand. He didn’t leave until he heard the lock click. It wouldn’t keep anyone out, but it would make her feel safer at least. His boots pounded into the floor of the compound as he made his way to Captain Price’s office.

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[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: Ah, the Ex-Husband

Holy shit, friend spotted! Weichei couldn't believe someone he recognized was here! They always had a funny bit whenever in relatively unknown company. And this was no exception

The pure excitement that bubbled in his chest threatened to show on his face. He had to redirect it, and it came rather easy funnily enough. When those glassy eyes met his periwinkle ones, that mischievous grin had him turning away with a curse. Somehow he managed to not have his lips look like they were forcing down a smile. 

Shadowheart’s face pinched suspiciously at his reaction, tilting her head curiously. “Is something wrong Weichei?”

He made a show of ‘sneakily’ looking over where Dame was, who was discussing some of the produce with the seller. “Don’t look,” he whispered, making a frog face. “But somehow my ex is here.”

“Your ex? Why, little mouse!” Astarion drew close, a hand on his farthest shoulder. “I didn’t take you for a heartbreaker.”

He pulled a face, sucking in a breath. “Well, I’d really rather not do that.” A rather heaping handful of cherries are stuffed into the basket. No, he does not have a cherry problem, no siree. “But uh.” His eyes glanced away before saying, “Divorce is always messy some way or another.”

Karlach forcefully exhaled. “Mate, how many spouses do you have?” It’s a marvel really, but then again, there was something magnetic about this bounty hunter. “Are there even more we should be worried about?” 

Gale then piped, “Is this an ex you pissed off? Because I would not want to be here if it becomes messy.” He should know, being Mystra’s ex was… an entire thing.

The drow tried to wave it off like it was nothing, blowing a brief raspberry. “No, no—” A pause, pursing his lips as he ducked his head. “Maybe? I hope to gods I didn’t,” he murmured, curving a finger over his lips. “We, tried to part on amicable terms.”

Astarion scoffed. “I didn’t stand over divorce trials back when I was a magistrate, but even I know it’s not entirely possible to part purely on amicable terms darling.”

Wyll had picked out a few apples when he whispered, “Well act like it, because they’re coming over.”

He did his best to empty his mind, let his face fall as he said, “What.” He knew really, the fae had a certain presence to them. He could feel that overly confident, somewhat snide aura drip over; and he’s desperately trying not to break character early. He shoved the basket towards the Blade, hurriedly telling him to go and pay.

“Oh this is going to be fun~,” the pale elf grinned as he slid next to Shadowheart.

Lae’zel chk’s, folding her arms. “Or bloody, do not let your ex-mate dominate you,” she noted.

He lets his ears raise in alarm when that baritonish tenor dripped his name. “Why Cheri~” It reminded him of Temerity, when he was up to no good. (Sometimes he wished he still had his spray bottle.) He turned a tad too quick, eyes slightly wide. 

Dirty blonde hair loosely waved around their face, brows beautifully arching above those glassy eyes. The eyeliner was decidedly graphic and bright indigo to give an illusion of steel blue in those irises. The mustache was still well-trimmed, an illusion of nobility or a guard. Sharply coquettish, he continued, “Didn’t think I would be seeing you around here.”

Gale swore under his breath. “Fae!? He divorced a fae!?” he whisper-yelled, appalled. Who was dumb enough to divorce one of the fair folk!? 

Lae’zel scowled. “I do not like this man one bit.” The vibes were feeling rather rancid. “Perhaps it would be easier to rid of him.” Her hand twitched towards her sword. Surely a fae was no match against a githyanki blade.

Dame reached for him, sidling up close. It read all flirty as he squeezed a shoulder. “It was getting rather drab in Vetle mauschen,” he drawled, scoffing at the end. “Usually you’re there to warm me up, but y'know.” Those glassy eyes scanned him up and down, a personal telepathic connection wriggling in their brains. He hoped the Emperor was somehow blocked, maybe he could brainstorm solutions with his old colleague without being found out. “But how’d you end up here? Needed some space from the big ol’ oak tree?” they teased, grin widening.

Weichei must’ve looked uncomfortable with the way he was trying to not laugh, because something prickled in the air. Karlach pushed Dame off, a displeased look on her face. “Hey man, hands off,” she glowered, taking his right side.

Astarion took the left, brandishing a dagger. “And keep your distance, why don’t you. We wouldn’t want to lose any fingers now do we?”

Somehow Dame was really selling it, looking all offended that they wouldn’t let him torment the drow further. But it was too hard to keep up the performance at this point, so Weichei just broke. Laughter blurted out of him, catching himself on his knees. “Oh GODS, I’m sorry Dame. Couldn’t hold it,” he wheezed in between.

His companions were flabbergastedly confused as the fae’s entire demeanor changed. Friendlier posture, he laughed along with Weichei, drawing him into a hug. He hasn’t been crushed in a hug in a while, his arms scooping around those unseen wings. “It’s fine, it’s fine! Lasted longer than I thought!” they smiled, waving them side to side. “Fuck, it’s good to see you.”

After some explaining, he rightfully earned a punch to the arm for that from an unimpressed Shadowheart. “Really Weichei? We were considering adding him to the pile of corpses.”

He rubbed his sore upper arm, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry, we couldn’t help.” Dame was leaning against his back, snickering. “Kinda a whole thing.”

“We love accidentally marrying your coworker and being stuck for a year until you get a cryptic message from the lawyer that the divorce was done,” the fae grinned, raking a hand through the drow’s locs. 

[xbruised-peachx]

Welcome to my blog!

I figured I'd finally make of one these; howdy! Welcome to my tumblr. You may know me as bruised_peach/xbruised_peachx, I was "namedlunagoddess" but just changed my url to xbruised-peachx to match, but it's easiest to call me Peach! I do 3D renders, write, and do edits!

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My fics (all are x Fem!Reader as of now)

Mauschen (König) | Sowa Team (Gromsko)

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For requests, I don't take requests for renders just due to the sheer amount of ideas I have for that myself, but writing requests are OPEN! Feel free at anytime to shoot me an ask if you want something like a quick lil prompt (especially for Gromsko :3) and I'll try to get to it!

[konigsblog]

thinking about how husband-könig would wake up in the middle of the night to create a nutritious, dense meal for his pregnant wife :'3

[pencilpat]

More clangen sketches! I've decided I like giving cats poofs of hair

Breezestar is the clan leader (for better or worse he's got the vengeful trait) and he never does ANYTHING. The only notable event he's caused was forcing two apprentices to duke it out.

Stripetail is Frogtail's secret mate! Breezestar isn't strict about the medicine cats not being 'involved' so it slips under his nose easily.

I always recognize Wrendawn's name because they are literally in the medicine den either injured or recovering from injury almost every single moon lol.

Beechbite and Flightgaze both, at separate times, took on dogs singlepawed. Beechbite lost their tail and Flightgaze lost half their face. There's a fine line between brave and stupid and these two love tapdancing on it.

Blizzardtalon and Stagclaw are a butch4butch couple that take good care of each other and bond over fighting <3 Bonus headcanon that the clan cats use "mousling" as a cute nickname (it's a translation of "mauschen" which is a german petname)

[prussiasqueen]

If you and Gil want to adopt pets what pets would you two want and why? :)

Well in my headcanon, Brii actually does adopt a little field mouse that lives outside of the Hohenzollern castle, and her name is queen mauschen, she’s a black and white mouse who lives in a tree trunk in the Black Forest, and one day Brii encountered her and so did Gilbird and it was love at first sight for the little bird~ and when Brii brought her in to show to Prussia, he got extremely excited.

Also another animal that they would adopt would be anything that comes to them. Like one time Brii came home and was on her way back to the castle and was doing her usual trail in the woods, but she then found a box there and it was near the end of a road sort of, Brii was curious about it and when she opened it up and she noticed there was a dirty towel in there and two empty food bowls, but nothing else. But she continued her walk and next thing she hears little mews, and suddenly behind her was six black kittens. And you bet your ass she took them to show Prussia and he squealed in delight and helped her raise them. They are very much pet parents 💜👑

[onionstree]

Miss Mauschen

girl who plays with rats. and rats ONLY

[sheepinthebigcity]

one of my favorite pieces of gnc lore is that there's an alternate version of gnc which didn't have divination in it, had five stars and sheet ghost in alumni, and presumably there was a 17 year old girl spectating it who may or may not have been replaced by actual human person mauschen