#mein shinies

[pissfaggot-transsexual]

OK in my search for the pocket watch i also found several other cool things i own :D

firstly, the promised watch

lookit this funky guy go, i got it from a church over in England which i think is cool, i own a bit of god which means I'm better than him. awesome.

then i found my compass/sundial thing, i still haven't figured out exactly how to use compasses but I'll get it one day

und finalmente chose, a cool leather journal that i am yet to do anything in cause it's swag as fuck

(@bugsoda)

[front-facing-pokemon]

[hubba1892]

Fullback Friends celebrating at full-time

[smilepilled]

OIII OOMF... quais são seus headcanons dos neuvifuri ?? (se voce tiver algum, claro :3) me alimente, pfv 🙏🙏🎀

oiii voce vai se arrepender de pedir isso (eu espero que nao....) ❤️‍🩹 meu autismo tomou conta, se quiser ver ta logo abaixo

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FURINA DE FONTAINE ♡

bilu teteia porem devota da relaçao. morreria de novo mil vezes pra salvar o neuvillette. se culpa demais pela coisa toda de salvar fontaine fingindo ser Deus sem contar pra ninguem, nem ele obviamente

tentou se isolar em geral && ficar longe do neuv (tanto por culpa quanto por auto-castigo) mas nao deu em NADA pq ele ficava aparecendo com presentes (ou entao mandando gente pra entregar quando ocupado)

gosta de cafune e se arrepia de um so lado do corpo dependendo de onde ele faz (apelidade de monofasica por isso uehrhehrh)

esfomeada por afeto de qualquer tipo. gosta de dormir d conchinha, prefere ser a concha grande mas nao vai recusar ser a concha menor <3

MORRE POR DENTRO (positivamente) recebendo qualquer elogio a ela mesma como pessoa e nao à persona deus-ificada dela. nao se aceita e nao se ama direito porem ta aprendendo e o neuv nao se preocupa em andar com ela por esse estagio (bixa ta fudida mentalmente).

nunca soube distinguir o amor dela por ele de algo familiar, platonico, romantico, pq nunca teve isso fora da situaçao que eles tem. virgem do amor e virgem de saude mental que preste (nunca teve nenhum desses)

simplesmente assumiu que sao casados mas nao de uma forma convencional ou sequer entendivel por ela mesma (e mais ngm em fontaine).

fala o primeiro nome dele uma vez a cada cinco luas azuis so pra encher o saco. ele se assusta MUITO

gosta de puxar as anteninha dele mas nunca com força demais pq uma vez ele desmaiou de vdd (conectado ao cerebro. o bixo caiu duro. ela ainda pede desculpas por isso)

passa mal quando ele menciona a focalors; costumava ser muito pior (ao ponto de desmaiar, ter espasmos, vomitar, ficar com mta dor no corpo), agora ela tende a hiperventilar e fica com pressao baixissima e tonta.

ele acompanha ela pra terapia com a sigewinne. sigewinne e todas as melusinas admiram ela; veem-a como "a mulher do nosso pai" mais do que "nossa mae". sigewinne morre de pavor do tanto de sintoma que essa filha da puta tem

eles tem aulas de culinaria juntos, mas nao em fontaine (as pessoas morrem de medo do iudex mesmo ele nao sendo putifero e maldoso e ele decidiu que faria mal aparecer casualmente assim). ja foram bater na porta da xiangling pra aprender, e ela nao entendia pq o zhongli SUMIA de perto dela quando eles visitavam. a furina deu a ideia de aprender, e tambem de ter aula com a "tia xia"

ele eh calmante neuroquimico pra ela. essa filha da puta sente SONO pra caralhooo perto dele (ate se acostumar a se sentir calma e segura perto de alguem). ela tambem tem essa sensaçao perto d clorinde, navia e viajante!!!!!!

a partir de certo ponto ela parou de convidar o neuvillette pq sabia que ele ia INVADIR a sala da opera epiclese pra assistir, se necessario. se sente lisongeada alem de palavras sobre isso, nao sabe agradecer entao ela so chora violentamente nos reencontros pessoais deles. ele sabe (he knows)

eles se casaram em documento mas nao teve cerimonia em fontaine pelo bem da paz politica (e regional). eles evitam se ver em publico e em vez disso marcam encontro em lugares que eles sabem achar facilmente nos entrecantos de fontaine. ela implorou muito pra ele nao deixar os papeis publicos pelo bem da posiçao e bem estar dele, mas ele insiste que nao seja "tabu"

as vezes aparece que nem assombraçao no escritorio dele so pra ficar ali. se esconde embaixo da mesa de maneira patetica se alguem entra; ele teve que comprar uma mesa que escondesse ela direito pra isso. ate hoje ninguem (viajante.... paimon... sabem....) sabe desse esporte olimpico no qual eles vencem

ela fez um macaron com a navia, imitando ele, e depois comeu na frente dele "pela ciencia, pela arte" (nas palavras dela). ele permanece confuso sobre e nao quer assumir qual foi a intençao

alem de ter medo de falar oq sente, ela eh muito lerda com sinais de xyz. entao os dois concordam a ter uma comunicaçao direta sobre tudo que acontecer, depois de ambos terem se acalmado emocionalmente. ela ainda ta aprendendo que ela nao precisa se cagar de medo pra falar oq pensa ou sente

teve que ensinar anatomia humana pra ele quando voltou a menstruar (nao tava mais amaldiçoada); foi estranho, e ele logo ofereceu imortalidade da parte dele (como bençao dessa vez). ela aceitou so pra ter paz de espirito, mas eh bem claro entre eles que ela pode pedir que ele tire isso dela se ela quiser, na hora.

viada pra caralho por ele. nao sabe se sente amor lesbico ou turiano/veldiano ou hetero ou queeriano ou algo secreto por ele. simplesmente ama a mulher draconica dela. uma vibe meio shrek, o burro x dragona, mas "heteronormativo".

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IUDEX [???] NEUVILLETTE ♡

puto pra caralho com a cidade pq ela se matou (pseudoliteralmente) pra salvar. mas tambem nao consegue ficar com raiva pq se importa com a humanidade e compreende a certo nivel. ela acha lindo e ele fica uwuwuwuwu quando ela fala qualquer coisa sobre a empatia lindissima dele

admira ela ao ponto de ter um lugar na mente dele que serve só pra ver ela de longe como uma estatua gigante. voce nao vai sobreviver a furia do leviatã se falar mal da Furina De Fontaine. fa numero 1 dela, ela eh uma musa e uma inspiraçao

quase matou ela muito tempo atras quando a focafuri (divindade + humanidade JUNTAS) foi tirar ele do fundo do mar. fica 200% envergonhado como se tivesse feito algo ridiculo em publico, mas no caso quando ela menciona (enchendo o saco dele claro)

em vez de dar dinheiro pra furina de gratis, oferece oportunidades de emprego. nao gosta de meter uma de "sugar daddy" pq ele acredita fortemente na capacidade dela; quando ela tava deprimida pós-AQ, ele deixou ela quieta, mas lentamente foi puxando ela pra fora da bolha que tava.

vai em TODOS os eventos com ela envolvida, quase religiosamente. em todas as peças nas quais ela atua, esse mano draconico quase se mata chorando (leia: CHUVA ATE O TALOOOO)

nao entende o conceito de ser a concha menor mas aprendeu a gostar pq a furina gosta. so eh a concha maior quando alguma coisa enche o saco dele ou o brother ta no equivalente dele da lua cheia pros lobisomens (selvagerildo)

gosta de agarrar ela em QUALQUER nivel e ficar segurando firmemente. que nem uma lontra agarra e segura uma concha com força, algo assim. posessivo insano mas respeita os limites dela (a nao ser que ela diga pra ele fazer o contrario??? sus)

faz 👌👆 no ahoge (cabelinho solto pra cima) dela pra ver ele balançar. em privado faz "blblhllbbll" de acordo com o balance dele. bobo pra dedéu, ri de piadas infantis mas quase nem esboça um sorriso de piadas elaboradas

nunca amou e sentiu muita coisa negativa em vez de amor, entao esse puto tem linguagens/demonstraçoes de afeto misteriosas que somente a furina tem exposiçao. tambem nunca entendeu o amor por ela (familiar? platonico??? romantico???????) mas eventualmente só meteu a louca e disse "joia. essa eh a minha marida 👍 bom dia"

rosna que nem um cachorro lagartixico pra ela quando ela puxa as antena. e depois (tenta) latir mas falha e os dois se cagam rindo

amassou ela no TCG so pra poder ganhar a carta dela e NUNCA usa a carta; ele so deixa num display bonitinho nos pertences pessoais dele. fanboy enorme da Furina De Fontaine, mas num nivel profundo o suficiente pra matar qualquer pessoa (eu ousaria dizer que eh num nivel autista, mas ja ultrapassou com ctz)

obviamente engoliu e se controlou, mas ficou muito puto depois da peça La Vaguellette pq DEVERIA TER SIDO ELE NO PALCO!!! SEGURANDO A MAOZINHA!!! DA MARIDA DELE!!!!!! FOI ELEEEEE QUE PASSOU ESSE TEMPO TODO COM ELE, NAO ESSE NPC!!!!!! (ela confortou ele eventualmente no futuro)

nao tem senso de genero (DRAGAO) entao nao liga quando a furina chama ele de "minha esposa". ja usou um vestido, quase matou a chiori do coraçao nas vezes que foi tirar medida pro VESTIDO. nunca entendeu o motivo da furina nao usar vestido, mas acha foda pra caralho (we love a gender nonconforming princegirl here)

nao se sente bem quando pensa na focalors ("tem algo faltando"), nao sabe muito sobre ela. sabe que eh parte da furina, entao quer saber mais-- pergunta sobre raramente, evita pelo bem da furina, mas morre de fome pra aprender alguma, qualquer coisa sobre a usurpadora-arconte.

ele eh mto lerdo tambem, nao sabe oq eh flerte e oq eh piada. alguns chamariam ele de autista mas ele eh UM DRAGAOOO PORRAAAAAAAA (entao tecnicamente sim ele eh neurodivergente pro padrao humano. ne???). as vezes ela precisa ser bruta no flerte pra cair a ficha (ele entender)... ele deu a ideia da questao da comunicaçao direta!!! as vezes usa isso contra ela (de maneira amorosa claro) quando ele ja entendeu que ela quer algo (normalmente afeto), justo pra encorajar a comunicaçao da parte dela (e encher o saco!!!!). ela quase se mata toda vez que eh forçada a dizer "quero um abraço" ou "me da um beijo pfv"... ele si divirte ("eu si divirto" vibes)

image description courtesy of @\narratingvoice! tagging @puppfie && @d3adseas <:3

[nachtsoklein]

i do bang my desk about the hair-width implications in scattered issues of kurt recognizing the vibes of magic that im gonna run fifty marathons with,, as he should, in fact!! raised since infancy by a once- sorcerer supreme & throughout his life close to a Number of magic users... he Should be attuned to magic; even before he got into that soul-pact with the bamfs — he's been surrounded by magic most of his life!!! i do in fact wanna argue that of the 2nd class prior to yana joining as magik he did have the (2nd?) best sense for magic shenans. ( i wanna put that 2nd best as a maybe technically there coz of sean coz i vaguely remember there bein stuff re cassidy keep, they could be tied for all i know ) . but i do feel this in my bones. kurt Should recognize the vibes of magic. i'm talkin can tell the difference between Magic(tm) & a slight of hand, feels a difference between being messed with via mutant ability n technology or via spell; hell, he already canonically can handle magical items to a degree it's implied other non-magic-users cannot (insert soul swords, soul daggers, & his own hope sword). it would figure that he can detect traces of magic just like he can detect the planar shift of someone teleporting in his rough vicinity.

[zzazu]

Honestly, this behavior is what made me really love this little idiot lol

[captain-of-silvenar]

throwing up screaming and crying

i finally hit 100k dps on my stamwarden on ESO

im gonna go lie down, i think i deserve it

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Being König's maid

he's gone on deployments most of the time so he needs someone for house-keeping

you keep everything to his liking, every nook and cranny of the house washed, dusted and shiny for your master or as he insists you call him 'König' or just 'Kö'

and when he returns, he's too exhausted to do anything, but also too pent up with aggression and adrenaline

he needs to blow off some steam and that's when you come to his aid, his Mäuschen, greeting him with your lovely smile... and your legs spread wide open for him

you lie on the edge of the bed in your maid outfit and pull up your skirt to reveal your pretty pussy with no panties on, already soaked and ready for him, begging for him

and he removes his gloves to touch you, feel you after so long... yes he will fuck you with his gloved fingers if you ask nicely but this is not the time for that... now he needs to feel you

and he brings his hand to your heat, sliding it over your wet cunt and licking your arousal off his fingers as his throbbing cock becomes more and more desperate

and he takes out his weeping shaft impatiently, but he maintains some self control so as not to pound into you right then and there

his veiny dick slides over your soaking wet folds and he lets out a shaky sigh at the slight touch of your warm soft cunt on his desperate cock

he keeps sliding between your folds, but never fully entering you as you moan and beg him to fuck you already

but no, he needs to savor the sweet sensation, he can pound into you mercilessly later, you have all the time in the world

"Please..." you whine pathetically, "Patience, Mäuschen." he murmurs as he keeps rubbing his cock on your desperate cunt

and finally, when he decides to slide in, he pushes the tip painfully, teasingly slow as you whine and beg for more

and he gives you more... and more as he keeps shoving his fat cock inside your tight hole and you squeal out from the delicious wide stretch although there's the familiar slight sting at first since it's been so long

and he keeps pressing until his hips meet your ass and he growls, throwing his head back in sheer pleasure of finally feeling the heavenly sensation of your warm soft walls enfolding him

and he can't go slow anymore... deciding to firmly grasp the back of your thighs to spread them wider and he starts greedily ramming his thick cock inside your little slick cunt

your eager pulsating walls feel every vein, bump and ridge of his cock as he keeps viciously driving it in and out of you, reaching deep inside and hitting every single sweet spot

his hand reaches forward to toy with your puffy twitching clit, stimulating you even further as if you weren't a whimpering mess already

he groans and pants heavily like a raging animal in heat as he vigorously slams into your swollen abused cunt, "meins... alles meins" he grunts out

your loud rasped-out moans turn into high-pitched hiccups with each brutal thrust as your high approaches

and the rushing cascade of your orgasm courses through you as you cry out his name, streams of your juices squirting all over him and the bed

he grunts deeply as your quivering walls tighten around him and he babbles incoherently in german as he gets closer and closer, but you make out some words, "nur… für… mich." he punctuates each word with a harsh slam of his hips onto yours

"what?!" you ask hazily, looking at him through lidded eyes as you hear him mumble something about breeding you and making you a 'mutter'

and he spills his seed deep inside your greedy womb while a low groan leaves his throat

he flops down on you while panting and you hold him in your arms, but he quickly gathers himself to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom

he washes you surprisingly gently, completely in contrast of his harsh fucking

and he kisses every bruise on your body, but you notice the faint smug grin on his face

[dreamergirlatpaddock]

FAVS 4 LANDO NORRIS 6.0

Some of my favorite stories, writers you are amazing wanna be yours 2.0 part one | part two | part three | part four 20 weeks you say… Hickey Let’s Fall In Love For The Night media team Meet & Greet… and more? part one | part two | part three | part four Bitch, Whats For Dinner? wherever u r Slut Fishy Business sweet novacane the alchemy GOOD GRACES i like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings family issues Zandvoort Fuck Caught In the Act cuff it WHAT A COINCIDENCE Let’s get a picture of you with the trophy Get in loser, we’re going shopping Aakhon Mein Teri Brother’s best friend Emails I can't send 1 2 3 4 5 ... 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 1 2 ... collection: 1

[lesbikaiser]

michael kaiser was gonna be the death of you.

you should have seen it coming. of course him, being so obsessed with impossible things, would want to try it – worse, would want to actually do it.

you have him in between your thighs, tongue flicking on your clit while his fingers go in and out of your sopping hole in an insane pace, every thrust grazing against that sensitive spot inside you that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids, brain turning into mush as you feel both his spit and your arousal running down the curve of your butt. it's like the fourth or fifth time he's doing it, making you go crazy with the sweet pleasure running through your whole body, getting you so close to your release and you swear you're gonna make it this time, he's finally gonna let you come undone on his tongue and fingers and make a mess on his face, but then he's suddenly pulling away and taking your orgasm from you, you almost can feel it slipping through your fingers.

all because he wants you to really make a mess on his face, a real one. he wants you to soak him with your cum, squirting all over him.

"n-no! micha, please–!" you cry out for him, thighs quivering from being edged for so long, you surely can't do it anymore, you might just pass out at anytime now. "please lemme cum, wanna do it so bad, please!"

"aw, sweetheart." he coos at you, he fucking coos. that mischievous smirk tugging on his shiny lips as he watches you bucking your hips towards his face, begging for more. he's having so much fun. "i'ma let you cum, mein liebling, just wanna make sure you gonna do it right."

he kisses your inner thigh while speaking, so composed and with that damn condescending tone you happen to love way too much and he knows it, especially when he feels your gummy walls clenching around his fingers knuckles deep inside you, your hands gripping his wrists in a failed attempt to get him to stop.

"kaiser, please– we don't even know if i can actually do it! it's almost impossible!" you try to reason with him, a moan ripping through your throat when he envelopes his lips around your aching clit, sucking it into his eager mouth as the tip of his tongue presses on the tiny bundle of nerves, your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull as the world gets blurry, you can barely make out his next words, laced with a dangerous poison.

"even if it's indeed impossible, i can make you do it. so go on and let go for me, angel."

[konigsblog]

not sure if your requests are open rn, if not ignore this ! but can’t stop thinking about older bf konig who pulls your head back and licks at your tears during an especially brutal fuck, probably mocks you the entire time too because isnt this what you wanted ?

cw: dacryphilia, age difference/age gap. 🔞

older-boyfriend könig has a huge thing for corruption, and finds himself hard at the sight of your tears :(

although könig is approaching his fifties, his stamina is excellent considering his age and his libido is through the roof with his new, little plaything. könig has never been popular with the ladies, you could say. he's a social outcast, looked at as if he's a monster. könig was under the impression that he'd already figured everything about himself out by now, but the sight of your tears left könig feeling a way he'd never felt before.

the shininess in your glossy eyes, with tears rolling down your cheeks slowly, left könig's breathing restricted, his breathing hitching in his throat. you're bent over on all fours like a mutt in front of the mirror so you're forced to watch as you're fucked into stupidity, with könig crouched down behind you, driving his sturdy and strong hips back and forth against your tight rear. his breathing is heavy and his lengthy, swollen dick pulsates and drools inside of your warm sex, your eyelids heavy with delirium and your waterline brimming with tears.

the sight of your face leaves könig's balls achingly and agonisingly tight, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder each time, your body trembling with every thrust knocking you forward slightly. you feel as könig tugs on your hair, hunching over your weak figure as he drags his warm tongue along your wet cheek. he licks a stripe along your face, collecting your tears on his tongue as you weep out quietly, too horny to think straight.

the sounds of his cruel and violating words leave you a whimpering mess. “look at you, cryin’ your eyes out. so damn sensitive, mein schatz...” he mocks the sounds of your pathetic moans, the noises of your pleasure, how needy you are as your pussy swallows every inch of his sopping dick, pearly and milky ropes of his potent, hot load fucked into your folds aggressively.

[paint-the-walls-white]

Mein Liebe

Pairing: König x PlusSized!Reader

Summary: After meeting an incredibly large man, at a McDonalds, every part of life changes thanks to him.

Warnings: BDE! StomachBulge! Doggy! Sideways! Oral(M2F)! CreamPies! Breeding! Lots of biting! SexualHarassment!

König was big. He was always described as mountainous, even towering over the most intimidating members of Task Force 141, Ghost included.

He was very reserved as a person, social anxiety getting the best of him most of the time. But, nonetheless, his team always did their best to push him out of his shell. But at this point they were getting desperate.

Which is why they sent him to McDonalds to get everyone Lunch. He was bitter about it, but he was pretty hungry, and it was only a short drive from the base. Besides, it would be a nice change of pace from the cantina's shit on a plate.

It was supposed to be easy, he even had their orders on a piece of paper. But then the drive through intercom was down, courtesy of TF141 tampering with radio signals in the area.

König had to go inside. It was still fine though, he could always use the kiosks right?

Of course not. A cruel twist of fate really. The local crackhead had caused a ruckus and had broken both of them, shattering the screen.

He'd have to order at the counter.

Heart racing, eyes darting, and breath unsteady, he approached the counter. It was quiet inside, not too busy but not entirely empty either.

But then his heart started pounding for another reason.

The prettiest sight he had ever seen. Bright eyes, shiny hair, soft, plump lips, long eye lashes, and a little weight he could hold onto.

"Hi, welcome to McDonalds, my name is Y/N, what can I get started for you?"

König swallowed sharply, your voice was music to his ears. A sweet melody he would never get sick of. A heavy blush crawled up his neck and face as his eyes dilated.

"U-uh, I need, uh.. Scheise.. Uh Big macs? And uh.. Chicken nuggets."

You nodded, refusing to break eye contact. This hulk of a man was checking all the boxes, even ones you didn't even know you had. Your eyes looked dark with how big your pupils were, attempting to flood your field of vision with this man.

"Ok, what size for those? And is that a Ten or Twenty Piece?"

König swallowed again, his throat impossibly hoarse. "Large. uh.. Twenty please"

"Perfect, and the drinks?" You eyed him through your lashes. You wanted to climb him like a tree for sure, but you also just wanted to lie on him like a mattress and soak in his scent. Gun powder, smoke, and sweet sweet Pine. It was heavenly.

"Just S-Sprites and a Coke.." It was taking so much out of him to talk to you, but he wanted to keep going. If he didn’t, surely the TF141 would laugh at him. Again.

"Alrighty, your total is going to be.. $53.28, Is that going to be for here or to-go?"

You smacked yourself mentally, of course it was to-go, There was literally no one else decked out in military gear there.

"To-go," He watched, almost amused as you flushed in obvious embarrassment.

"Right, of course yeah.." You looked at him again, very intimidated by his gaze, "What's your.. name?"

This broke the intense concentration he had just developed. His name. Why did you want to know his name? Did you want him too? No, there's no way. But then why? What was his name? His name.. oh yeah,

"König."

"Oh, ok.. Is that spelled K-o-n-i-g?"

He gave a curt nod and paid in cash, gingerly brushing against your small hand. The contact did not go unnoticed by you. You shivered a bit and counted out the money hurriedly, hands shaking and face red. You ripped the receipt from the machine and wrote something on it before speaking.

"I-I'll call you when it's ready! Here's your change," You placed the bills in his palm with the receipt and dropped the coins in after, reveling in the warmth of his hand for a second before pulling back and getting the drink cups for him.

"Here are your cups and carrier, I doubled it for you so they won’t fall out."

You were so considerate and sweet. He reveled in your presence, waiting patiently at a booth across from the counter, knee bouncing and hands fiddling with his gloves and Velcro.

After a few minutes of waiting and watching you intently, you called for him,

"König? Your order is ready," You stepped out from behind the counter and approached him. He quickly stood, taking one step to meet your three before offering him the bags.

"Would you like help taking it out? To the car I mean.." You bashfully gnawed on your lip and gazed up at him. He nodded, but truthfully he could have easily carried it all without your help, he just wanted more time with you before he had to leave.

You passed him the last bag and he turned to face you again, gaze intense and completely silent.

"Oh, I have something for you," You reached into your back pocket and pulled out what looked like a small controller with random buttons on it. "It's a fidget toy, I use it when I get anxious too, but you seem like you could use it a bit more.."

He swallowed hard, trying to pass the lump in his throat as he took in every detail of your face.

"Thank you.. Wunderschöne Augen (Gorgeous Eyes).." He muttered the compliment under his mask, eyes shining in awe as dusk hit your bright irises.

"What?" You didn't understand what he said, but the way his eyes were softening and the way his shoulders were relaxing clued you in that it was probably a compliment.

"U-uh.. Your eyes.. They're beautiful.." He averted his gaze. You blushed, averting your gaze as well, muttering a small thank you before you heard yelling from inside.

"Ugh.. Bitch.. Sorry, I have to go.. Duty calls.. haha.."

You waved goodbye and started walking away, "Oh and I left you a little present on your receipt!" Your brazen attempt at flirting caused you to panic internally the rest of your shift.

On the way home, it wasn't any better, you were itching to pick up your phone and see if he had texted you, but you refused on account of your parents dying in a car accident because of texting and driving.

So when you got home you waited, and waited.

But Konig was freaking out so hard. The second he saw you had left your phone number and a little "Call me at 11!" he panicked, speeding back to base where he sat with TF141 barely touching his food as he held the receipt with shaky hands.

Soap, who was sitting next to him, nudged him with his elbow, "What's wrong big fella? Not hungry? Whatchya got there?" he looks at the receipt, eyes widening and a grin spreading across his cheeks, "Oh boy! König here got a girls number!"

König snapped to look at him, eyes dizzy in complete shock, "Gott... was soll ich tun..? (God, what should I do?)"

Gaz spoke up, "Call her you big oaf! she's probably waitin' for ya!"

"But.. It is not 2300 hours.. That is when she said.. to.. to.."

To everyone's surprise Ghost spoke up, "Then eat. Call her at 2300."

Soap patted him on the back, "Lad, I know yer nervous, but listen to Ghostie over 'ere. Give er' a call."

He nodded silently, scarfing down his food before leaving for his room. He anxiously waited until 2300, each minute feeling like agony as he sat there, cell phone in hand, contact pulled up, hovering over the call button.

She sat on her bed, waiting for his call, but at about 10: 50 she decided to give up and rolled over to sleep, her phone next to head. She was so disappointed..

After what felt like forever, she groaned and checked her phone. 10:59. Then 11:00.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, an unknown caller. No way..

Hands shaking, König held the phone up to his ear,

'Hello? König is.. that you..?'

He sucked in a breath at your voice, "Ja, It's me.. How are you..?"

"Mm a bit tired.. but I don't mind staying up to talk to you, I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow.."

He huffed at the sound of your voice, it was angelic. "Ja? what if.. what if we.. go out?"

You gnawed at your lower lip, "I'd like that.. Where would we go?"

"You could.. You could come on base? I'll show you around Liebe.."

"Ok, when should I be there? Wait, what's the whole process of me coming onto base..?"

His chuckle rang out in your ears. He felt oddly confident with you, like there wasn't a worry in the world. He explained about the visitor passes and how this week was friends and family week so it should be very straight forward.

'Ok, I’ll be there at 8 am then? or wait.. 0800 hours? Did I say it right..?'

He chuckled again, "Ja Liebe.. Good job.. Get some rest,"

You told him goodnight and hung up the phone, squealing into your pillow. How could you sleep when you were going to see him?

The very next morning you woke up at around 5 am, you took extra time showering, making sure to use every single product you had, brushed your teeth 2 times, and washed your face 3 times before putting your hair in a hair curler and sitting to do your makeup.

Over an hour later of fucking up eyeliner, restarting twice and stabbing yourself in the eye with mascara, you finally pulled your hair from the curler, pulled on a frilly pink dress, and some chunky white heels with frilly white socks.

You also accessorized with little flowers wherever you could and headed out the door to Base, which was luckily a few minutes away.

Upon reaching the gate the guard eyed you up and down, "Who are you here for, pretty girl?"

"Um.. König?" His gaze made you uncomfortable as he barked out a laugh.

"What’s so funny, Private?"

His voice was obviously chilling but you couldn't help being excited to see him.

You hugged tight around his waist, your head resting just under his chest. He flushed, patting your head as he glared at the man in the booth, silently demanding all inclusive passes for everything.

"Liebe, come with me.. I have much to show you.."

He offered you his hand, bringing out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. You eagerly wrapped around his arm and nuzzled into his side, taking the flowers.

"Oh thank you König, they're beautiful..!"

"Anything for you Liebe.." You looked up to meet his intense gaze, blushing as you watched his eyes darken and soften. He was so freaking.. Ugh!

The very first thing he did was show off his quarters. His bed was massive of course, you assumed far larger than any other available bed. Squealing, you belly flopped onto the bed.

"Your bed is so big! and it smells just like you" You buried your face into the blankets, taking in every ounce of him as you could, until you felt weight on either side of your head.

"Ja? You like it?" You flipped onto your back to face him, quickly locking eyes with him. His gaze made you blush but you enjoyed his presence.

"Oh my god wait can you please do something for me? I know this is gonna sound weird.." You fiddled with the part of his mask that was draping over your chest, "Could you lay on top of me? just full on crush me,"

His expression immediately changed to bewilderment before chuckling, "I'll suffocate you Lamm (Lamb).. But alright.."

Konig eased down onto you, putting the full weight of his torso down on your small frame. You had bent and spread your knees so he would fit snugly on top of you and you let out weary breath,

"Oh my god this is perfect.. Just stay here for a sec.." Your breathing was labored and he could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

"You sure Liebe? You sound like you cant breath,"

"No no, I'm good...this feels amazing.." The weight literally made you decompress as you settled into the bed, gently scratching his back with your newly manicured nails. He groaned softly into your chest, resting his face between them. You both laid there for what seemed like forever but was actually 15 minutes before he raised himself on his elbows.

"We should go now Lamm, there are many things to do today," You nodded, dazed, breathless, and completely flushed. The sight nearly made him pass out as you panted below him. He raised you to your feet and walked you down to the Cantina where you both got breakfast and he led you to the table with TF141 You were directly behind König as he approached the table. Soap greeted him first,

"Oi Lad! Did you end up callin’ the lass last night?"

"Ja, She's here today."

Gaz whistled, "Well where is she? don't tell me ya scared her off already."

König looked to his left and right frantically before you spoke up meekly, "Here.." You stepped out from behind König, his hulking figure incomprehensible to yours. You shifted uncomfortable under the gobsmacked gaze of TF141 before König helped you into your seat and sat beside you.

"Lad, you're gonna split 'er in half- Oi!" Ghost elbowed Soap, sharply glaring at him. "ahem.. I meant, what's yer name Lass?"

You told them, completely anxious. They were all so intimidating, and not the same way König was. König was hot and intimidating, these men were straight up scary.

"Don't be shy little lady! We ain't gonna bite! Well I mean the mountain here might but still!" Gaz's words brought little comfort but the idea of König biting you was a nice distraction.

"Lass sie in Ruhe! (Leave her alone) Christ you lot are making her anxious! Bastarde..." Konig placed a comforting hand on your thigh and you scooted closer to him to whisper in his ear, which he had to lean down for you to do.

He flushed and sat straight up, shoving food under his mask and choking on it slightly.

'I wouldn't mind if you bite..'

The boys all cackled, completely unaware of what you had said. The breakfast went well, but you eventually broke away from the group to spend the day with Konig. He pampered you endlessly, buying you anything you touched, doing everything you wanted to do just as excited as you were about it, but only because he was doing it with you.

While mini golfing, because why not, he stepped away to use the bathroom. You did a couple of practice shots while waiting for him until you felt a presence behind you.

"Hey pretty girl, who are you here for?"

"He's in the bathroom." You didn't even meet his gaze. It didn't matter, König was gonna be there any second anyway.

"Hey.. Look at me when I'm talking to you," He grabbed your shoulder, digging his fingers into the skin. It hurt. The atmosphere changed suddenly, a threatening aura quickly approaching. But it didn't matter.

Because you swiftly turned to face the man grabbing you and crunched the chunky heel of your shoe into his crotch. There was a sickening crutch, a pathetic squeal and the area went quiet with the collective wince of any man in the immediate area.

"Don't touch me," You nonchalantly returned to practicing your putt as Konig warily approached.

"Gott lamm.. he's never having kids.." You looked up at him for a second.

"I told him I was here with someone else and he grabbed me. Not my fault."

He chortled and patted your hair. You whined that he was gonna mess it up but you could see the smirk in his eyes.

"I'd rather ruin it another way.."

You challenged him, "I'd rather you ruin my makeup, but I suppose that could work too,"

He faltered, Clearly a bright red under the mask before he gently grabbed your hand. You met his gaze again and smiled softly, nodding before he dragged you away from the game,

"König-! I can't keep up-! Eek!" He stopped before throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, holding down your skirt as he sprinted to his room.

König slammed the door behind the two of you and threw you onto the bed. You squealed with laughter as you bounced, nervously sucking in a breath as he started gently taking off your socks and shoes, placing a kiss on the top of your foot and along your shin until he reached the skirt of your dress.

"Mein Gott... I want to worship every inch of you Mein Liebe.. You're so perfect.."

You stood and turned around so he could unzip your dress, a pure white lacy bra and thong with little pink bows underneath. He groaned under his breath before reaching for his mask. He hesitated for a second before ripping off the mask. His hair was thick but short, a very shiny black. a scar made its way from his chin across his lips and to the opposite side of his nose.

He was so fucking hot.

And he was also beet red, waiting for your reaction, but you just jumped, pressing a kiss to his lips and giggled. You cupped his face, eyes dizzy and lips upturned in a small smile

"You're so handsome, why hide it?" He groaned, sinking to your lips where he kissed you as deeply as he could.

"Mein Liebe.. Ich werde dich zu meiner Frau machen... (Im going to make you my wife..)"

You whined into his kiss, tugging at his shirt, "Off.. please.."

"Patience Lamm... let me pamper you.." He gingerly rubbed a finger against your sloppy folds and groaned "Scheiße.. You're so wet already.." You whined, tightly gripping his shoulders as you met his gaze.

He sunk a finger into you, watching intently as you threw your head back and moaned loudly. His finger was so big and so thick, it was almost as big as your two fingers alone; and then he added a second.

"Ah-! König.." you arched your back into him, feeling your gummy cunt squeeze around his fingers. He groaned into your neck.

"Das ist... Good Girl.. cum on my fingers mein Liebe..." He bit softly into your neck, causing you to seize up and cum on his fingers, squirting into his palm. You'd never been able to cum before but he had barely touched you and here you were, shaking under him with your slick pooling on his blankets.

"König.." you whimpered, watching his gaze darken as he lapped his fingers clean of your mess before he shifted onto the floor, slinging your legs over his shoulders, pushing your underwear to the side and lapping at you like a starved man.

It had all happened so fast and so slow at the same time that you didn't have time to protest or react. But god did it feel good..

He groaned against your clit as you gripped his hair and squeezed his head tightly with your thighs. they were so thick and soft, he had gotten so used to firmness muscles and callous skin. It was incredible.

All you could do was arch into him, on the verge of another orgasm so quickly until he pulled away. You wanted to protest but watched as he stripped off his shirt, moaning at the sight of his broad chest, thick shoulders, and soft abs.

König hurriedly unbuckled his pants, the sound of it alone causing your heart to pound faster, then watched as his dick sprang from the confines of his pants, painfully hard. And scarily big.

"Oh my god.." It was almost a horrified whisper if you weren't so mesmerized by the sight of the throbbing vein along the base and the angry red of his tip.

You finally unclipped your bra and threw it to the side as he ripped off your underwear, angry red lines marking your skin. He trailed kisses up your soft, fatty stomach. He loved it so much, how soft and doughy you were underneath him, sucking every inch of skin he could into his mouth as you moaned and writhed underneath him

"Pleasee.. No more teasing..."

"Mein Liebe.. I must mark every inch of your skin.. how else will others know who you belong too?"

You hid your face with your arm in embarrassment and whined as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one,

"Don't say it like that.."

He groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock along her wet slit, sinking in the head and moaning.

"Scheiße.. You're so hot Lamm... and so wet..Scheiße"

"K-König-! It's..too big-!" You whined, clawing at his back as he slowly sunk into you, each delicious inch stretching you impossibly wide.

König moaned as he sunk to the hilt, reveling in your tight, gummy cunt before he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in.

"Mein Gott Lamm.. So fucking tight...Scheiße!"

You moaned as he repeatedly sunk into you, picking up the pace until he groaned loudly, roughly grabbed your thigh and slung it over his shoulder, pounding at your hole at a brutal pace, likely bruising your cervix.

It felt so good and so overwhelming as a white heat bubbled in your core at each pass he made against your sensitive walls. He growled, biting into your neck and shoulder, lathering the harsh marks with his tongue as you took his cock so greedily.

"Das a good girl.. Look at you, you keep sucking me back in.. Gott.. Cum for me Lamm.."

She whimpered, just on the precipice of the most intense orgasm of her life, clawing at his back for purchase, begging for relief.

Tears flooded from her eyes as they rolled into her head as she came on his cock, squeezing around him tightly and moaning his name loudly, "König-!"

her vision was flooded with white, her orgasm prolonged as he continued to pound into her until he spilled his seed deep into her cunt. He groaned softly as he pulled out, listening to the hurried footsteps just outside the door. Whoever was listening, definitely wasn't anymore.

König chuckled against your cheek, "They heard you mein Liebe.. heard you taking my cock and my seed like such a Braves Mädchen..(Good girl)"

You flushed a bright red and buried your face into his shoulder, legs trembling around him, "König..! that's so embarrassing.."

"What my little Lamm? Want to be quiet as I fuck you? Why don't you bury your face in the pillows then hmm?"

He flipped you onto your stomach, pulling you to your knees as he tutted at you,

"Look at this waste..." He swiped the oozing cream pie up with his fingers and stuffed it back in. You whimpered as his calloused fingers rubbed your sensitive folds as he fingered his cum back into you.

"Das a good little slag.. taking my cum.." He grinned down at you as he slapped his cock on your clit, relishing in the yelps and whimpers you tried to hide.

"Beg for it Mein Liebe.. Beg for my cock.." He pressed soft kisses into your shoulder then bit your ear.

You muffled an embarrassed please into the pillow until he pulled you up by your hair, eliciting an insanely erotic moan as he tugged at your sensitive scalp, "Please-! Please König.. I need it-!"

"Braves Mädchen..." He stuffed his cock back into your gummy cunt, groaning as he raised up on his haunches. He pulled out until just his head was left, then he thrusted in as he pulled your hips to meet his.

He hit impossibly deep and impossible hard against your cervix. It would have hurt had the pressure not been so good. You moaned into the pillow, drool soaked into the fabric, and tears ran down your cheeks. Your makeup and hair was thoroughly ruined, but you didn't care; It was being ruined in the best way imaginable.

You came on his cock again, squirting onto his slick skin, dripping down onto the covers. He groaned at the sight.

"Look at you.. you're such a mess for me.. So slick and tight.. So perfect.. Mein Braves Mädchen... Scheiße.. I'm gonna cum.. Take it.."

You moaned loudly into the pillow, relishing in the feeling of his seed pooling into your ruined pussy, completely drunk on his cock. Eventually, all of the sensations were too much and you passed out.

König chuckled as he slipped from you, "Mein goodness Lamm.. You've made quite the mess... Lamm? Mein Liebe? uh oh,"

He turned you on your back and pressed his ear to your chest listening to your relaxing heartbeat and shallow breaths. He noted the small smile on your face as you slept peacefully before pulling you into his arms and grabbing a different blanket to sleep in.

It had just hit dusk when he heard a knock at his door. König stood, fitting his dick back into his pants and pulling on his mask before covering you with the blanket, kissing your head and opening the door.

"What?" He was obviously irritated, but it simmered when he realized it was Soap.

Soap glanced past König and smirked, "Good god is she dead?"

König rolled his eyes and blushed, "No, just passed out, What do you want Soap?"

"LT has a mission for us. We're gonna be deployed next week, I figured you'd want to tell your lass before then."

König's eyes saddened as he looked back. He had only gotten to spend a day with you and he literally didn't want to spend a second away from you. Now he had to leave?

He offered Soap a curt nod before slamming the door in his face and striding back over to you. you had turned to face the door, eyes slightly open and a tired frown on your face.

"You're being deployed?"

"Ja.. I'm so sorry Mein Liebe.. " he brushed the hair from your face and kissed away the tears of streaky mascara.

"I promise I'll come back safe.. Keine Sorge (Do not worry)"

As you moved to sit up you winced at the ache in your legs and arms. He scooped you into his arms as you wrapped around him like a koala.

"Please tell me you're not leaving to get away from me.." The worried cries that escaped your anxious mind stabbed him in the heart. It hurt so much.

"Oh Mein Liebe.. I would never.. This is killing me.. Nein.. Id never.."

You pulled away, peeling up the mask over his nose and kissed him,

"I'll write to you every day you're gone.."

"I will read them every day.. And any day I cannot write.. I will write two the next day.. So on and so forth.."

You whimpered in his arms. You weren't sure why it hurt so much, maybe he was your soulmate, because that burning pain in your heart was mirrored in his and it fucking sucked.

The few days leading up to the deployment he spent every available second talking to or pampering you. It could be gifts of food, flowers, or stuffed animals. But it was often multiple orgasms, shaky legs, and painful looking hickeys littered across your neck, shoulders, breasts, thighs and ass.

He bit into your shoulder, teeth marks angry and red. You whined as he licked away the stinging pain as he thrusted into you again and again.

"At this rate.. Mnn.. These wont fa-Aye-!de... until you're backk-!"

"That's the point mein Liebe... Scheiße.. You're so tight.."

You watched in the bathroom mirror as he tightly held your hips to his as he pounded against you brutally trying to shape you so you never forget the feeling of his cock.

The week went so fast yet so slow all at the same time. When you parted one last time you cried into his arms. You didn't want him to go, not when you were falling in love with him.

Every day seemed bleak. You wrote to him every day about all the thoughts that had crossed your mind. You had sent him various and frequent care packages. It was almost scary how you knew exactly what he needed.

He had a hard time falling asleep? You sent him a weighted dinosaur covered in your perfume and a bottle of the same kind in case the smell faded. You also sent him drowsy tea and so many baked treats.

His feet and knees were killing him? you sent him memory foam gel inserts, somehow in his exact size and Icy Hot to help with the pain- and of course more treats.

You baked so much in your spare time because of how lonely you were. It hurt to be without him, and you feared every day that he was hurt or dead.

Months of letters back and forth. Your friends kept urging you to just sleep with someone, so you cut them off to find better friends. They didn't know him, they didn't get to call him a weirdo.

Oftentimes at work you would get berated, and since you were more stressed out, you often snapped back. This sometimes worked better than that good old fashioned customer service attitude.

"You don't get to yell at me because you forgot to order a shake. I put your food on the warmer so it won't get cold, it'll be ready in a minute and a half. Have some patience."

Your face was stern but not mean. This often got you more tips. And phone numbers?

Why the hell did creepy old men think it was ok to hit on a girl half their age? And why did they find you yelling at them arousing?!

Every day at work got harder until finally, FINALLY, you were accepted into a paid internship through your university and you made far more in a field you were studying to be in. It was honestly your dream job but there was one big problem.

Joshua.

He was a good worker, always got work in on time, but oh my god was he a pervert. He had already slept with half the women in the office, but for some reason he really wanted to get with you. And the worst part was he was your boss.

"I'm not interested sir, please keep this professional."

"Oh come on sweetheart, what's wrong with a little messing around?"

"Well for one-" He always interrupted you, it really pissed you off.

"I'll give you a 50% raise if you sleep with me,"

"You literally can't, and-"

"I'll work my magic sweetheart!"

"Stop Calling me that! I am not sleeping with you Josh! Fuck Off!"

You had stormed back to your cubicle and not much later had gotten an email from HR about disorderly conduct. and who sent in the complaint?

It wasn't Josh, It was fucking Debbie.

She may have been worse than Josh, because she slept her way up the ranks and was his current play toy. The reason she complained?

Fraternizing.

What. The. Fuck.

You had been there for Six months and never once spoke out against anyone, and the one time you did because you were still being sexually harassed, someone tattles on you for yelling? Hell No.

That day when you got home, you cried. And you cried hard. You loved your job so much, but the work environment was so toxic, you didn't know what to do and you missed König so much it hurt and-

Your phone started ringing. König was calling.

"H-Hello?" You sniffed, raising the alarms.

"Mein Liebe? What is wrong my sweet? Who made you cry?"

"I-It's nothing I'll tell you later, please, just tell me you're coming home soon.. I miss you so much.."

He huffed, "Soon my love. The mission was successful. That human trafficking ring was completely demolished. I'll be home in a month."

"Oh my gosh-! a month?! That's so soon! What date exactly, I'm writing it down on my calendar."

König chuckled as he heard your feet run across the house. He told you the date and excitedly wrote it down.

"Now Mein Liebe, tell me. Who. Made. You. Cry? "

The crushing weight of anxiety and stress pressed down so hard you just sobbed and sobbed. You told him about the harassment, how you loved your job but wanted to leave because of some jerk, how everyone was great except for like two people and then you told him who it was.

"And if Josh could just fucking leave me alone I wouldn't have a meeting with HR because Debbie doesn't like the idea of her douche bag getting with someone else!"

"What did you say his last name was again?"

"uh Davidson.. why?"

He chuckled again, "No reason my love.. I'm running out of time on this call, Ich Liebe dich."

"I love you too König, I’ll write to you tomorrow ok?"

"Do not fret Liebling, It will all be taken care of."

You had no idea what he meant, but you smiled and hung up the phone. You had always felt so much better after talking to him or reading his letters.

Which is why you wanted to do something extra special for him, especially since you had been dating for nearly two years at this point.

So that weekend you scheduled with a photographer friend of yours a sexy photo shoot where you posed in all different kinds of underwear and suggestive poses. You both giggled as you wrapped up the pictures in a little scrap book and added it into his next care package, with a little note to open it when he was alone.

Apparently, the note had slipped from its place on the cover and when he opened the box, normally to share the snacks you send with TF141, he opened the book with a crowd gathered over his shoulder before quickly slamming it shut.

He stammered, he couldn't even get a word out as even Ghost patted him on the shoulder, hooting and hollering with laughter at his embarrassment.

"Good on ya Lad! That Lass really loves ya!" Soap patted him on the back extra hard, causing the book to fall from his hands and flip to a random page where you were clearly seen clad in black lacy lingerie and one of his spare masks on.

He scrambled to pick it up ready to explode as the laughter got even louder, the group hunched over, relishing in his misery. In his heart he knew it was all good fun and he'd be able to laugh about it later but right now he wanted to melt into a puddle and die.

When he was alone, he made good use of the pictures, fisting his cock as if it were your tight pussy wrapped around him. There were a plethora of pictures to choose from, but you with his mask on just did it for him; especially with that look in your eye, like you were ready to be bred.

He came in his palm, quick to wipe it away with a tissue as he continued to admire your shy yet confident face, pupils blown wide, cheeks a healthy glowing red and your skin flushed pink. He noticed that your skin was healed from his marks, which he would have to change as soon as he got home tomorrow.

Konig was coming home early with a surprise- and to handle your problem.

The next day had definitely started hellish. You spilled your coffee on your blouse so you had to go into work with just the tank top and suit jacket, which of course was perfect for prying eyes, no matter how hard you hid your cleavage.

The meeting with HR went ok, especially since you brought up the sexual harassment, which led to an investigation on Josh, but you were sure it was going to lead no where (as usual).

And then you went to lunch. Which for some reason, Josh saw as an invitation to sit down with you. He had talked so much that you had drowned out everything, completely unaware of your surroundings. Except for when he grabbed your hand. You yanked it away, ready to yell at him but he stopped everything.

He wasn't even looking at you. He was looking behind you, completely terrified. And then you felt that familiar hand on your shoulder.

"Is this the guy you told me about Mein Liebe?"

You whipped around and stood to hug him, crying happy tears, even as his tactical vest dug uncomfortably in your skin.

He hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he glared down at the small man. He chuckled, shifting to a lighter tone.

"I've missed you too, Liebling. Give me one second.."

He stood up fully, turning his attention to Josh. He grit his teeth.

"Ah, you must be the man Mein Liebe was talking about, haha! Boy did she talk about you. Ahh.. Yeah if you ever make a comment about my wife or to my wife again, I will kill you." Josh chuckled nervously and König cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, that sounded like a joke, I will actually, Fucking Kill you."

The cafeteria was silent and you smirked at Josh pissing his pants.

"Now, my Liebe, where were we? Ah yes."

You watched, tears welling in your eyes as he knelt before you and pulled a small box from his pocket. You laughed and cried and covered your mouth and cried, nodding your head.

"I haven't even asked yet Liebling.. ahem.." his gaze flicked around the room at the cameras but he ignored them, right now he needed to be with you.

"Mein Liebe.. being away from you.. for.. so fucking long.. has been insufferable... Ich liebe dich so much.. I need you to be my wife.. so badly.. so desperately.. I need your comfort, and your touch and your love more than I need oxygen. Please, marry me?"

You jumped and wrapped around him so tightly, crying and nodding yes. It would have been pathetic if it wasn't so sweet.

"There is not a doubt in my mind that I want to be married to you."

He gently took your hand, slipping the ring on your finger and kissed your hand. Afterwards he bought you flowers, your favorite of course, and took you to lunch for the remainder of your break, and then he remained guarding your cubicle. Which was good as Josh approached several times but turned away the second König gave him a glare.

This repeated for the remainder of your work day until he drove you home where he continued to service you, right on the wall by the front door.

Your skirt was bunched up around your hips, sitting on his shoulders as he lapped at your clit like a starved man, not even bothering to take off the mask all the way, but pushing it above his nose.

His fingers pumped into you as you gripped at the top of his head, head thrown back as you rutted against his face, desperate for a release.

You quickly squirted in his mouth, but he kept going until you were sobbing that it was too much, which was only after another two orgasms.

"I can't help it mein Liebe.. You look so fucking Wunderschön with my ring.. Gott I'm lucky.."

He threw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and brought you to the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard, but he didn't care. He needed to replace all of the healed marks on your skin.

König ripped off your tank top and bra, quickly discarding the mask entirely as he bit into your shoulder, making his way up your neck with rough sucks and even rougher bites until he had made his way across your collarbone.

All you could do was moan at the pain of his teeth and the pleasure of his tongue as he moved his attention to your breasts, trailing his treatment back in between your legs where he ripped off the remainder of your clothes.

He lapped up your arousal once before making his way over you and pulling his cock out of his pants. The head was drooling with cum as he continued to kiss your body, worshiping every freckle, mole, and stretch mark until he met your lips and sunk all the way to the hilt.

He groaned at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him tightly.

"This is so much better than my hand Liebling... Scheiße.... So beautiful wrapped around me like this.. Gott.."

"Königg.. That's embarrassing..." you whined as he pulled out and sunk back in, head thrown back as tears flooded from your eyes.

His pace was ruthless as he rutted into you desperately, fucking his cum into you every time he finished. He refused to let up, his pent up arousal was too much, even as he had you on your side, leg thrown over his shoulder, squeezing your ass and tracing the bulge in your stomach every time he filled you with his meaty cock.

Fat tears kept rolling down your cheeks as you felt that impossibly good pressure on your cervix each time he kissed it with the head of his dick, knowing it would be bruised for at least two weeks.

Your lips parted in a silent scream, drool slipping onto the pillow as you came on his cock again, the bed sheets long since ruined. He groaned as he spurted thick ropes of hot cum into you again, pressed as deep into you as he could before collapsing into your chest, kissing the valley between them sweetly.

"You're going to be so Wunderschön pregnant with my babe mein liebe.. Gott.. So Wunderschön.."

"I love you König.." you weaved your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as he sighed contently, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Ich Liebe Dich, mein Lamm.."

Two weeks later, while he was at work you had taken a pregnancy test. Pregnant.

No one was shocked, to be honest. But everyone was definitely happy.

[bamfkeeper]

Sweet Iced Tea.

RQ: 'Could I give you a penny for your thoughts on nightcrawler with a southern s/o. I’m from the deep south and He Is So Dear To Me. I just wanna feed him and make him go horseback riding with me.' - @leon-de-la-vega

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader | Warnings: None

A/N: Half my family comes from the south, so I get this hard. Written as headcannons because this idea can be so versatile. Please ignore mistakes it's 4am ;; Dankeee

Kurt is very interested in your lifestyle. He grew up in a circus where the animals were kept in poor conditions and abused, so when he hears about you taking care of animals he is very intrigued.

He's a little nervous, not sure what to expect, but upon seeing your horses and how you treat them, he's pleasantly surprised.

"Mein Gott, they are so shiny," Kurt pets one of their manes, grinning at the horse.

He would adore horseback riding, he'd be a little skeptical at first. He'd be afraid to make the horse uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, but you promise him everything is fine and you both end up having a lovely ride.

There is a joke to be made here...

He helps with the animals if you need it, and he gladly lends a hand around the farm if you have one. Helping clean, feed the animals, collecting tools or following you around like a puppy to aid in anything you ask.

He'd love the food. He eagerly asks questions about the foods you eat. He loves corn and potatoes, since German meals are often hardy, it's not much different.

Brisket?? God he loves it. Sometimes he helps you cook too, but he mostly likes to watch while holding your hips.

You have a game where you hold up ingredients and he says their name in German. You try to repeat it, often mispronouncing, but he doesn't have the heart to correct you.

He tries on your hats and clothes, which are too big on him, but he's absolutely adorable in them.

He has a hard time learning the lingo.

You have to explain to him the terms since English isn't his first language anyway, and some terms in English confuse him. Now hearing Southern ones further makes it difficult for him to understand.

"Liebling...what does druthers mean? I cannot find it anywhere..." Kurt frowned, looking to you with confusion. "Und dog won't hunt? Dogs do not hunt, they eat inside? They are not wolves anymore."

His first time trying sweet iced tea, his eyes about bug out. Especially when you made it fresh. "Ach, das ist wunderbar!" Kurt practically downs the glass, looking expectantly for a refill.

He loves when you fuss over him. It can be over anything, a wound, what he's wearing for the weather, how much he's eating, etc. You fuss over him so lovingly, it's how you show your care and he is more than happy to sit and be the center of your attention.

Kurt gets used to the unique scents of your lifestyle too, and eventually he seeks out smells of your home and you to feel comforted when he's at the mansion.

You're kind and respectful as you were raised, and he is drawn in by your warmth and generous hospitality. You are so hard working and loyal, you never expect anything back for kindness.

You had so many traits he adored, and it only made him love you even more.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedbylight

Forgot which comic this image is from, please let me know! Other photos from pinterest.

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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Going to the food festival because she's a foodie. And their son, Jack got roped together. Toto was loving every second of it. Fluff and cute. Up to you. Thanks!! :))

Hii guys, I hope you enjoy this request :)

The crisp air of the farmer's market fills your lungs as you inhale deeply, savouring the sweet, earthy scents of fresh produce, baked goods, and flowers all around. It's a rare, precious moment—one of those idyllic weekends where everything feels just right. The gentle hum of conversations mingles with the distant laughter of children playing nearby, and you can't help but smile as you walk hand in hand with Toto and Jack.

You glance over at the apples on display, their shiny red and green skins practically glowing under the soft morning sunlight. "These look perfect for a pie," you say, your excitement bubbling over. "What do you think, should we get a few?"

Toto squeezes your hand and smiles warmly at you, his blue eyes twinkling. "Ja, mein Liebling," he agrees in his rich accent. "They look delicious. A pie sounds like a wonderful idea. And you know how much Jack loves your baking."

Jack, holding Toto’s other hand, bounces on his feet with excitement. "Yes, yes! Apple pie! And can we get some chocolate too?" He looks up at you with those big, pleading eyes, making it impossible to resist his request.

You chuckle softly, ruffling his hair. "Alright, chocolate it is," you say, watching as Jack immediately tugs Toto towards the sweets stall with all the eagerness of a child let loose in a candy store.

As you walk over to the sweets stall, Toto keeps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "I love days like this," he murmurs softly in your ear. "Just you, me, and Jack—no racing, no stress. It's perfect."

You lean into his side, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I love it too," you whisper back, your heart swelling with happiness. "I wish we could do this more often."

Toto kisses the top of your head gently before the two of you reach the stall. Jack is already there, eyes wide and mouth open as he gazes at the array of chocolates on display. "Look, Mama! They have chocolate with nuts, caramel, and even chili!" he exclaims, pointing excitedly.

"Alright, little man," Toto says with a laugh, kneeling down to Jack's level. "You can pick two. One for now and one to share with Mama and Papa later, okay?"

Jack nods enthusiastically and carefully selects a bar of milk chocolate with almonds and another with dark chocolate and sea salt. You can't help but grin at his thoughtful choices—just like Toto, he has an excellent palate for flavours.

With your treats in hand, you stroll through the market a bit more, enjoying the sights and sounds. The sun is getting higher now, and you notice your stomach rumbling a bit. "How about we grab some food for lunch?" you suggest. "I saw a stall over there with fresh sandwiches and salads. We could have a little picnic at one of the tables by the park."

"Sounds great, mein Schatz," Toto agrees, his eyes warm as he looks down at you. "What do you think, Jack?"

"Yes! I'm starving!" Jack exclaims, rubbing his tummy dramatically.

You laugh and lead the way over to the food stall, picking out a selection of delicious sandwiches, fresh fruit, and some sparkling lemonade. The three of you find a cozy spot at one of the picnic tables under a large oak tree. The leaves rustle gently in the breeze, casting playful shadows over the table as you unpack your lunch.

Jack digs into his sandwich, and you can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. You take a sip of lemonade, savouring its crisp, refreshing taste. "This is perfect," you say softly, looking over at Toto. "I can't remember the last time we had a day like this."

Toto reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. "I know," he says, his voice low and tender. "I’m so glad we have today. I love spending time with you and Jack like this. It reminds me of what’s really important."

Your heart swells with love as you squeeze his hand, feeling the connection between you as strong as ever. "I love you," you say softly, your eyes locked with his.

"I love you too," Toto replies, leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips.

Jack looks up from his sandwich, noticing the kiss, and giggles. "Ew, Mama, Papa, not at the picnic!" he teases, though his eyes are sparkling with happiness.

You and Toto both laugh, and you give Jack a playful nudge. "Oh, come on, you love it," you say, making him laugh even harder.

As you finish your lunch, you take out the chocolate Jack chose earlier and break it into pieces to share. The three of you enjoy the rich, sweet treat, and you can't help but feel grateful for this perfect moment with your little family.

After lunch, you decide to explore the rest of the market, hand in hand with Toto, with Jack skipping ahead excitedly. You stop to admire the handmade crafts, sample some fresh jams, and even watch a street performer juggle with flaming torches.

As the day slowly winds down, you find yourselves back at the fruit stall where it all began. The sun is starting to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. You look over at Toto, who has his arm wrapped around you, and smile.

"This has been such a wonderful day," you say softly, leaning into his side.

"It really has," Toto agrees, his voice filled with contentment. "I’m so glad we came here today. Just being with you and Jack… it’s everything to me."

You nod, "Me too," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

As you gather your bags and start to head home, Jack takes both your hands and swings between you and Toto, giggling happily. You smile, knowing that today will be a memory you’ll cherish forever—a perfect day spent with the two people you love most in the world.

[bamboobooshark]

yaaaayyy u write 4 him!!!! can we just have some silly Kurt headcanons? they don’t have to be any kind of relationship, i just want fun and whimsy :3

KURT WAGNER • 🌀

Miscellaneous Headcanons || 426 Words || P.G. Rating || Fandom: Marvel (X-Men)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting some Kurt! I’ve never written him, so I’m very thankful you gave me some mercy by letting me write you my headcanons. I’ll try to write some more for him in the future, this was so fun to make!

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CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

NAME CALLING

In my heart, Kurt is always calling everyone his friend, or “mein Freund.” He thinks everyone technically can be his friend as long as they don’t give him a reason to think otherwise. I’m telling you right now, he is a very social person if he feels comfortable with his surroundings. For example, if he goes to a resturant he goes to every week or so, he talks to the staff as if he’s a family friend. However, that has caused some rather awkward conversations and moments for the mutant. At one point, there was a government organization going undercover trying to collect his D.N.A for research, and Kurt ended up trying to befriend them. Thankfully he got out of that situation safely. He later pouted to a few of his fellow mutants about how he genuinely thought he’d end the day making some new friends but was met by enemies instead.

BATH TIME

I AM A LOUD AND PROUD FURRY KURT TRUTHER!!! And of course, being a very active furball due to being a hero, he’s gotta get a good bath every day so he doesn’t stink. Of course he does what almost everyone else does; wash his hody, shampoo, condition, and dry off with a towel. However, he has the guilty pleasure of drying off a little extra using a blow dryer. He loves the warmth, the way the wind pushes his fur to the side and the air can hit his skin directly, and how it makes his fur so soft and shiny. Bonus: If you’re dating Kurt, he will beg you to blow dry him after his showers and baths. He will return the favor however or with whatever you want, I promise.

NIGHT VISION

His hero name is Nightcrawler. His eyes glow in the dark. He can make shadows. There is NO way this guy doesn’t have night vision. Even though he can see in the dark, his pupils still get huge—akin to a cat’s in low light. Because of his night vision, he’s developed a habit of never turning on lights when he sneaks around at night. It’s a bit of a scare for the others in the mansion and/or his partner though when they come to the kitchen to get a snack and see two very thin, yellow rings in the dark. Kurt will just furrow his brows and question them without the awareness that it’s pitch black besides his eyes. “What? Is there something on my face?” “Kurt, I can’t tell. I can’t see anything.” “Oh. My bad, mein Freund!”

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Good night everyone :P

Bill smut ⬇️ MDNI!!!

He’s so sexy with a mohawk mmhhnmmm

Content: overstimulating Bill, using a vibrator.

“Please baby ngghh~ no more.” Pleaded Bill, with his pouty lips and face full of tears, as you kept stroking him nonstop.

“But baby…you’ve only came 3 times, I know you can do better than that for me. Won’t you be a good boy for me?”

“Y-yes I’ll be a good boy I promise.”

“That’s what I thought.” You replied and kissed his cheek tasting the saltiness from his tears.

You grip his dick harder making him shake under your touch, you use one of your hands to pull down his foreskin so his tip would be completely exposed to you,with the palm of your other hand you rubbed it over his tip making him cry out loud and shake from the overstimulation. In a few seconds he came again coating your hands once more in his thick semen, you grabbed a small towel to wipe your hands and his legs.

“Did that feel good honey?” You ask.

“Hhmm~ yeah s-so good.” Replied Bill with a relieved expression, thinking that you were finally done with him.

You turned around and opened a drawer of your desk, taking something out of it. Bill felt very nervous of what it could be. You turned to him showing the bullet shaped vibrator,he gulped hard knowing what was about to happen.

You approached Bill leaning down to whisper to him.

“Will you let me use this on you, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes…”he replied nervously.

“Thank you baby.” You said placing a kiss on his lips.

Sitting down next to him again, pumping his already hard cock in your hand, he squirmed in pleasure and anxiety thinking about the vibrator you were about to use on him. Even though he felt nervous Bill wanted to know what it felt like even if screamed in pain from the overstimulation, he couldn’t deny that he loved when you pushed him over the edge.

Without any warning you placed the vibrator on his tip making him jump. He grabbed your wrist hard as he trembled and cried from the vibrations on his sensitive tip.

His dick twitching nonstop as you kept applying pressure to his slit. Bill drooled and whimpered in desperation, as your other hand reached down to fondle his balls.

“Fuckkk please- n-not there hhhmm.”

“I know you’re loving this don’t lie to me. Look at your pathetic cock twitching I bet you wanna cum soooo bad don’t you honey?”

“Aaahhgg mmhhmm y-yes wanna cum so mmhhm bad.”

“Go ahead cum for me Bill.”

With that said he came all over his lower stomach, coating it in his thick white semen, the vibrator never leaving his tip as he kept crying and pleading you to stop.

“Cmon baby you can do it just one more for me.”

“C-can’t cum n-no more…please.”

“Yes you can baby do it for me.”

You said while turning the settings of vibration higher,pressing harder on his tip. Making him moan loudly and grab your wrist with much more force,you smirk at the sight of your sweet boyfriend completely under your control.

His next orgasm didn’t take long to arrive, his hips jolted and his legs trembled as he kept asking you to stop, all that just made you want to keep going even more. In a minute he came again harder than before, his loads kept growing each time he came, his thighs and lower stomach as well as your hands completely glazed in white. After he came this time you immediately turn off the vibrator, just pumping him slowly helping him ride his high.

“You okay my love?” You asked concerned, maybe you got a bit carried away.

“I’m fine baby.” He gave you sweet smile, his forehead shiny from sweating and his cheeks now a beautiful rosy tone.

You kissed him one last time before getting up.

“I’ll prepare a bath for you sweetheart to help you relax and then we can go to sleep.”

“Dankeschön meine Schöne.“

„Ich liebe dich.“ you replied as you entered the bathroom.