#tanks maus

[captain-price-unofficially]

Maus.

[hussyknee]

Today in cats are inexplicable: Mau belly clutching the trunk of a mango tree one foot off the ground and yodelling pleadingly into the ether.

[kofikomori]

[askglassanon]

More Things About Glass' Magic

Dancing generates magic quickly hence why she dances around so much.

The movements automatically generate the magic, which will mold if she crafts it or recycles itself in her.

I tend to visualize them as arm movements for small things like the Bunny charms and pirouettes, gamboling, gyrates and swirls and fancy little freestyle jigs the bigger the creation is... Or the more energized she is.

For blankets (as an example), her movements are more akin to water dancing being very flowy and flexible like what she's creating.

The more movement the more magic so the more energetic the dancing the more magic to mold.

[supplyside]

Panzer VIII Maus

[konigsblog]

When Virgin!König finally loses his virginity. (🌽)

Oh boy, I hope you're prepared to deal with a literal beast.

König can barely keep it together at the opportunity you've just offered to him. He's gone thirty-seven years without losing his virginity, and to say that he's pent up and overly desperate is a clear understatement. The thought of losing his virginity has him wide-eyed, choking on his words as he nods desperately.

He can barely keep his composure as he rips his trousers off, already dragging you closer to him while pulling your legs over his broad shoulders. His lengthy fingers pull at your damp cotton panties, tearing them off your figure while his hands find themselves up your skimpy, see-through tank top, tugging at your nipples as he rolls his clothed cock against your bare pussy, rutting his growing bulge against your wet heat.

It doesn't take König long to undress as he pulls his meaty dick from the tight confines of his boxers, feeling a couple sizes too small now that he has a raging hard-on. He drags the head of his swollen cock against your tight hole, collecting your sweet, nectar juices on the tip of his stiff boner. His thick, pink tip oozes out pearly beads of his creamy semen, and before you can warn König to be gentle and careful, he's already forcing himself inside. No preparation. Can you blame him? He gets his knowledge off of pornography, he has no proper experience with women.

Your insides feel heavenly and addictive, hypnotising König with each deep thrust. He breathes out through satisfaction and amusement, his sturdy hips bucking into your rear uncontrollably, stuffing your spongy, velvety walls with his twitching boner. He throws his head backwards through ecstasy, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh along your waist, his grip becoming firm and his pace unforgiving. He can feel the way his large cock twitches and pulsates inside of your drooling cunt, becoming almost overwhelming and overstimulating for the virgin giant.

“Heilige Scheiße, kleine Maus—! Du bist so verdammt perfekt—so eng, feucht und warm.”

König spends the majority of his time watching pornography and getting himself off while dreaming of losing his own virginity for once, and now, he has everything he's ever dreamt of. He's been craving this for a ridiculously long time, to fuck a tight hole like yours. He practically drools and slobbers all over you like a rapid mutt, becoming animalistic and violent with his rough poundings.

He can't stop himself as he thrusts into you mercilessly and relentlessly, groaning and growling, bullying his girthy and swollen dick into your tightening walls while covering your slick and soft folds in drops of sticky load. He pumps his thick length into you forcefully one last time, pushing his broad and well-built hips right up against you as he feels himself completely lose control, barely lasting more than two minutes.

Fuck, you've opened König up to this, and now he's addicted. This is your fault! You better be prepared to take everything he has to offer, until he's passed out beside you, intoxicated and mesmerised by your cunt.

[latenightdaydreams]

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 2 🚚, Part 3, Part4, Part5

🚫MASSIVE TRIGGERS FOR DARK THEMES!!!🚫 If this is disturbing for you please turn back now. Your mental health is important and I hope you have an amazing day even if you keep scrolling! ily all! I hope you are all well and please take care of yourselves! You matter 💗

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Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, cum play, non-con somnophilia, non-con, sleeping pills, kidnapping, non-con recording

2.3k word count

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“Fuck!” You shout slamming the hood of your car down. On your way through the countryside on a road trip, your car decided to break down. You’re in a foreign country, the sun is setting, and having no one to help leaves you feeling overwhelmed and defeated. You sit back in your car and begin to cry. In your mind driving solo across Europe was going to be a piece of cake, yet here you are because you tried to save money and got a piece of shit car.

The sound of a semi-truck braking gets your attention as you look into your rear-view mirror to see a blue truck had pulled off and stopped behind you. In a hurry you pull down your visor to check yourself as you wipe tears away and try to relax your face. You close it just in time to see a massive man jump out of the cab of the semi and walk in your direction. A wave of fear rushed over you as you realized you have no items for self-defense on you.

 A knock on the driver’s side window, and the tall trucker steps back and stares at you with piercing blue eyes. Taking a deep breath, you open the car door and step out. His eyes look you up and down.

“Are you stranded?” His voice is smooth with a thick Austrian accent.

“Yes, I am.” Your voice cracks from the nervousness you’re feeling. He is built like a tank and like, really fucking tall.

He gives you a small nod before extending his hand to you, “I’m König.”

“Y/n,” you grab his hand and shake it. His hand is massive and swallows yours.

“You’re not from here, are you?” He gives you a warm smile trying to be nice.

“I’m not…”

“Do you have anyone here you can call?” The question seems innocent enough.

“No, I don’t. My phone has no signal either.”

“Hm,” König looks at your car and then to you once more. “Well, I can’t possibly leave you here alone, especially with it getting dark... where were you heading?”

“I was heading to the German border.”

“Hm, that’s a six-hour drive Maus.”

“It’s okay if you can’t-”

“I can, I’m heading that way. I’ll drive you as close as I can get and help you get set up with a ride in.” He gives you such a genuinely warm smile that you feel your guard beginning to drop.

“I- I really appreciate that, König.” You turn to go to your car and open the back seat to grab two small suitcases out.

“I’ll grab those for you Fräulein.” König walks behind you and gently reaches past you to grab your bags. The sweet vanilla body lotion you’re wearing catches his attention and he tries to take a deep breath as discreetly as he possibly can.

You back away, slightly bumping him. “Oh, sorry. Thank you so much König. You’re like a God send.”

He smiles back at you while holding your bags and closing the car door, “Is this all there is?”

“Yes, that’s it.” You two begin to walk towards the semi-truck as you look around the farm land.

Once to the truck König opens the door for you and helps you climb into the cab, his hand grazing your butt seemed innocent enough so you brush it off. It was most definitely not innocent. He is simply testing your boundaries and seeing how you’d react.

You set you bag down on the floor as König walked around to the driver’s side. He walks to the back of the cab and puts your bags on his small bed back there. He finally sits in the driver seat and looks over at you.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks in a gentle voice.

“Yeah,” you look out at the car that broke down on you feeling slightly sad.

“Don’t worry about that car,” König says, noticing your sad gaze. “I will help you out, I promise. I can’t leave a young woman stranded.” His smile is so warm and genuine, but the look in his eyes shows he has different motives with you.

As he pulled back onto the road König found himself checking you out. His eyes are drawn to the curve of your breast in your tight shirt and the way your thighs look as you sit down in the seat. He was going to have fun with you.

“So, where are you originally from?” He asks, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You answer and explain how you have always wanted to visit Europe so on impulse you decided to come.

“A bit far from home aren’t you Maus?” He asks with a sly smile on his lips. “Do you even have any friends or contacts in any of these countries?”

“No, I don’t.” You shake your head not realizing these are questions you shouldn’t be answering truthfully.

“That’s a shame, you could get hurt out here. Good thing I came across you and not some… pervert.” He turns his gaze from the road to you and looks at how your breasts bounce with every bump he hits. He couldn’t wait to see what they actually look like, but in his head, he is running through every possibility.

“Yeah…thank you so much for all of your help. Really. I was about to give up and go back home.” You giggle softly.

Your giggle was so genuine and soft. Your lips look tender and kissable. He wanted to see how your lips look wrapped around his cock or sucking on his full nut sack.

“That would have been a shame, it’s good to explore. See the world and expand your horizon.” He says it so casually as if he isn’t thinking of shoving your head down on his dick and making you give him road head. I wonder if she does anal…

You both drive while having small talk. Innocent topics like your hobbies, home life, any little question he can drop to get more information out of you. The sun was now completely set and König noticed your eyes becoming tired as the drive went on.

“If you need to rest, there’s a small bed in the back. It’s not much, but if I can sleep on it, you’ll do just fine.” There’s a friendly chuckle in his tone as his eyes look over at you. Watching as you turn in the seat and look into the dark tiny cab with the bed. His eyes trailing up and down your legs before going back up to your eyes.

“Oh,” you couldn’t explain this feeling in your gut. It was as if it were screaming at you, telling you no and that you should stay awake. You really shouldn’t even be in this truck. Shoving those feelings to the side and excusing them as anxiety, you look back at König.

“Don’t worry, y/n, I don’t bite.” König says with a big smile revealing his sharp K9s. “You’ll be safe with me.”

You nod your head as you begin to stand and walk to the back, it was dark so you used your hands to guide you back there. It was simple since it’s a small space. Taking your bags off the bed and setting them on the floor, you lay down and rest your head on the pillow. Grabbing the thin blue blanket on the bed to cover yourself, you feel so happy to be in a bed, even if its this tiny.

König turns his head slightly to look back at you. It has been ten minutes so he wanted to know if you were asleep or not. 

“You settled in alright back there?” He waits to see if he hears your voice.

“No…” Your voice meek as if you feel bad you can’t fall asleep.

“Would you like a sleeping pill Maus?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes… “My doctor gave them to me to help with the uncomfortable sleeping situation.” He chuckles softly. That was a bold face lie, he got them from his handy dandy street dealer for a moment like this.

You know it isn’t smart to take medication from others, especially prescribed and from a stranger. You hesitate for a moment trying to think of your answer.

“Here,” he opens up a small pill organizer with one hand and holds them out for you to grab. His eyes are straight ahead still on the road.

You slowly get up and grab one, “Thank you.”

“You can take a sip of my water. I promise I have no gross germs.” He laughs, his laughs so warm and welcoming.

You take the sleeping pill and thank him again. Returning to the tiny bed in the back of the cab you try to get as comfortable as you can. You keep your eyes open for a while, looking at the little bits of König and the road you can see from the angle. By the time I wake up we should be close to the German border, and I’ll be able to continue on my way. This is just for a few hours…just…a few…more…

Twenty minutes pass as König continues to drive. There is a truck stop coming up where he can refill and where he’d usually rest. He looks over his shoulder at you again, “You still awake?” He asks rather loudly.

No response.

“Are you asleep?” He asks again at the same loudness, no response. “Perfect.”

König pulls into the truck stop as usual. He pulls up to the gas station and gets out of the semi to refill the tank and make sure all his wheels are in good condition. He buys you a drink and something to eat when you wake up from the concession area inside before you pay. He grabbed himself another water and a snack as well. Casually he got back to the truck and drove it around back to the parking lot where truckers can park and sleep for the night. He took his time setting up the window covers and making sure the doors were locked and safe. Standing in the now total darkness of the cab, he looks in your direction.

“Hey,” he said, lightly shaking your leg to see if you would wake up. You didn’t. Good.

He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and pulls the blanket off of you. His hand caresses the curve of your waist, hip, and ass slowly taking his time to enjoy the way the curves feel. His hand wrapping around your ass and squeezing.

He turns on the light from his phone and illuminates the small cabin. He crouches down beside you and gently pushes your body back so you’re lying on your back now. His hand gently runs under your shirt and caresses the soft skin of your abdomen. His hand reaching up and cupping your breast over your bra. He lets out a soft sigh as he withdraws his hand.

“You’re so beautiful Maus, so beautiful…” He says as he slowly begins to pull your pants down. He opens the photo app on his phone and begins to take photos of your exposed body, only your panties and bra to cover you.

As he continues to shine a light on you, he pulls your bra down and records himself gently shaking your breast and caressing your nipples until they harden. He leans in and begins to suck on each nipple, making sure it’s all on camera. With his free hand he rubs the erection that is growing in his pants.

Pausing the recording he stands and undoes his belt buckle and then his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. He releases his aching cock, a bead of precum dripping from the pinkish red tip. He picks back up the phone and points the camera back at you as he jerks off over your body.

His loud pants being picked up on the camera as he stops occasionally to rub your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, feeling a wet spot begin to form, or play with your breast before continuing to pump his fist on his cock.

You remain asleep, completely unaware of what was going on as König kneeled into the bed a little and scooped your drool up with the head of his cock, gently rubbing his tip over your soft lips. He spread your drool around the tip of his cock and used it as a lube for himself. He slapped your lips with his cock twice before gently trying to push it inside of your mouth. He moved his hand from around his cock to your jaw to hold it open as he slid himself in. His breathing shakes as he feels the wet heat of your mouth.

He slowly bucks his hips forward into you as he inches his cock in your mouth little by little. “Ja, that’s my good little Hure.” He moans out, his free hand traveling to your breast and squeezing your breast.

“Oh fuck,” König quickly moves his hand back to his cock as he begins to cum. He pulls out slightly so he can cum on your lips and in your mouth. His breathing heavy and he moans your name. Releasing his full balls completely on to you he smiles at his artwork. He slaps his cock on your lips a few more times before scooping it up with his cock and shoveling it into your mouth, making you eat all of his cum.

König stops recording once he is done and puts the phone down on the bed and he picks his pants back up. He would usually have his fun and drop the girl off somewhere safe, but you… you’re so beautiful. Your tits are perfection and he didn’t even get to try that pussy yet. You’re the type of woman that would never even give him the time of day outside of these circumstances. He’s keeping you. You’re his now.

Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5

[preqwells]

cw: 18+, afab, fingering, p in v, read part 1 of mechanic konig here

mechanic! konig would definitely become clingy after what you thought was your one-night stand.

staying true to his word, your new lovely mechanic named könig followed through with teaching you the basics of a car. how to check the dipstick that was in your oil tank so you'd know when you needed an oil change, checking the tire pressure so you didn't find yourself in a situation you didn't want to end up in-- he was thorough, diligent-- he found himself caring more than usual as he explained these things to you. "so, when it gets to this mark?" you softly inquired, pressing your fingernail to the mark you assumed he had pointed to. "no, maus-- here. if you base it off where you just pointed, well… good luck." he mumbled, a tinge of amusement in his tone. he kept his thick digit on the dipstick, slick oil making his index finger glisten under the sun. you attempted to train your brain to think of anything but what it wanted to think, honestly. you let out another sheepish chuckle, nodding obediently at any pointers he was kind enough to give you.

call it luck or fate, but könig didn't have the serpentine belt you so desperately needed to have installed in your car to get to work tomorrow. könig felt a hint of excitement-- this meant you needed a ride home, right? könig was kind enough to offer you a ride… well, an actual ride which you vehemently refused at first. you had never been one to ask favors of others, certainly not a stranger you just met even if your conscience screamed at you to do otherwise. "i can't-- i can't cover any additional costs…" you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes fell to the ground out of embarrassment. your helplessness was cute-- the pout that tugged at the fullness of your lips, your shy demeanor-- how had he gone so long without seeing such a sweetheart around town? "nein, it won't cut into what you already owe me. it'll be cheaper taking a ride from me than getting an uber, anyways." he insisted, catching onto the way you previously mentioned cutting back on expenses. you couldn't argue with him-- or more like, you didn't want to.

during the car ride home, könig would sneak glances at you-- whether it be at red lights or when he turned the corner. he couldn't help the way his eyes would roam your figure, and you even caught glimpses of his lingering gaze. you weren't stupid, and neither was he-- the tension was palpable, almost tangible. he guided you to your door, his hand splayed across the small of your back, thick digits bracing you. "um… well, thanks-- for everything." you quickly got out, wanting the interaction to be over so you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself. everything felt so intimate-- the way he touched you, stole glances at you-- it felt out of character for you since you had only known him maybe for half the day. könig remained quiet for a moment, drinking in every reaction you had. your head tilted upward, looking up at him through your lashes as he kept your gaze. the atmosphere suddenly felt thick, intense. "no problem. couldn't let you go home without knowing you were safe." his voice dropped an octave, his head dipping lower to insert himself in your personal bubble. your breath hitched as you nodded, opening the door as his forearms leaned against the doorframe, the heavy tools on his belt exposing a sliver of skin along with a tuft of hair right above his groin.

"well… i'm safe." "are you?" "mhm." "how're you gonna get back to my shop tomorrow?"

your brain short-circuited at the heady mix of the bluntness of his words and his stature, your mouth slightly agape. he let out a low chuckle before his index finger found the belt loop of your pants, pulling you into his space. you mumbled out a weak 'i dunno'-- that answer wasn't good enough for him. "… i could stay the night… won't cut into what you already owe me, maus." he reiterated his earlier point, the boldness of his words coated in mirth. his face was brought closer to your own, his black lashes hanging low over his eyes. your hands found purchase on his biceps before his lips brushed against yours, putting a silence to any lingering tension from earlier as your eyes fluttered closed. he put every ounce of being into the kiss-- hell, he wished you could've broken your serpentine belt earlier if it meant a pretty thing like you could've stepped into his shop sooner than you did. he backed you into your apartment, his hand closing the door hurriedly. "fuck-- you just had to walk into my shop, didn't you?" he gruffed out between kisses, annoyed at the feeling of how quickly he already found himself half-hard.

you parted your lips to squeak out a half-hearted apology before könig used this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, coaxing a sweet moan from you which elicited a wicked grin from könig. könig led you into your bedroom, gently placing you at the head of the bed as his teeth nipped at every area of skin he could think of-- your neck, your collarbone, underneath your breast when he managed to get your shirt off. the whines and whimpers that escaped you only urged him to continue, didn't you know? stupid of you, really-- to think you weren't going to end the night with his fingers readying you to split you open on his heavy cock. his head lolled back when he did eventually find his length rubbing snugly against the slickness of your walls, your eyes blinking away tears from the initial stretch. he quickly caught wind of this as he halted his movements, arching down as his lips pressed against your cheek.

"s'okay, maus-- know i'm kind of a fit, eh? just tell me when it's okay to move." he cooed to which you quickly nodded, exhaling a sigh you didn't know you were holding. as you signaled for him to start moving, his thrusts were almost borderline calculated, precise-- you didn't seem to be complaining about it from the string of moans you were letting out, anyway. it didn't take long for his thrusts to grow sloppy, a mix of your wetness and the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. the way you keened, your brows knitted so closely together from pleasure, your lips swollen and red from the earlier make-out session-- yeah, this is where könig needed to be; buried deep into your drooling pussy.

the night came to an end as did your time with könig-- hell, you could barely remember falling asleep. you went to sleep with the thought that you'd wake up to an empty bed, trying to conjure ways for it not to be so awkward when you did eventually go to pick up a car. you'd never really had a one-night stand before-- how do you even face someone who was practically balls-deep in you the night before? what you didn't expect when morning came was the soft kisses that rained upon your cheek, waking you out of a well-deserved sleep. your eyes slowly opened, scanning the room and taking in the sight of yourself under the covers. you were… clean? no traces of stickiness between your legs, no sweat sticking to your skin. your head turned to the side to be greeted with the sight of könig with bed-head, his hair twisted in every way imaginable. your eyebrows furrowed together out of confusion-- you were fully expecting him to leave. könig caught on quickly to your confusion, his elbow propped up on the mattress as his palm rested on the side of his cheek. he returned your look of confusion as if daring you to say something.

"what? we have to go pick up your car today, don't we?"

[captain-price-unofficially]

Nazi officials views the RC mock-up of the Maus

[machveil]

KONIG + GHOST WITH AN S/O WHO WANTS TO DANCE I THE RAIN

making out with that beautiful brain of yours oh my god

dancing in the rain with: Simon “Ghost” Riley, König + Simon and König

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon’s a little skeptical at first, it’s not a light drizzle after all - it’s a good summer rain. but when you’re practically dragging him out the door? his shoulders slump and he sighs, “Hold on, jacket— can’t have you getting sick, love.”

truth be told, Simon’s not much of a dancer. if a song he likes comes on the radio the most he’ll do is tap his foot, maybe bob his head. so when you’re hand in hand and he watches you kick a puddle, dancing around in the rain? he’s willing to embarrass himself for you

and, oh man, is he an awkward dancer. ridiculous, a Lieutenant, built like a tank, trying to dance for his partner. he’s all elbows, hands in tight fists as he tries to match your energy - he’s really trying. he’s tense, it looks like he’s gearing up to hit a punching bag rather than dancing

looks like you have to step in - taking his hands in yours. “You look like you’re trying to fight me, Simon. C’mon, loosen up!”, you laugh, trying to get him to shimmy with you on the pavement, “I am loose.”, he deadpans, footwork a little sloppy. but, as he gets used to the way you’re moving, his jaw goes a little slack, he becomes a little lighter on his feet. there’s one thing he can do, and it makes your cheeks feel a little hot against the cool rain

hand on the small of your back, Simon dips you - weight supported by his palm. and when he brings the hand he’s holding up to his lips, a firm kiss the back of your hand, he cracks a smile, “This loose enough, lovie?”

König:

“You want me to dance, liebling?”, he asks, amused by the request. he glances out the window - spring, budding flowers dotting the trees and leaves sprouting on bushes. he’s taking your hand and leading you out the door, “Ja, why not, Maus.”

he humors you, but he’s a romantic at heart. he can’t deny the feeling in his stomach, butterflies flitting about. his heart squeezing with affection as you spin, droplets of rain rolling down your skin. he’s mesmerized by how you move, it doesn’t matter if you’re actually dancing or just kicking puddles

it’s surprising how the giant man can be so light on his feet - and he’s matching the rhythm you set. he’ll spin you, twirl you around, and he won’t let you fall. he doesn’t say anything, just grins behind his damp hood as you laugh and smile

but when he stops suddenly you look up at him, eyebrows raising as he settles his hands your hips, “König? What’re you— König!”, suddenly you’re in his arms, his hands shifting to hold the backs of your thighs as he picks you up - and easily too. “Was? I’m just dancing, Schatz.”

now he’s laughing softly, accent thick as he shuffles, “Ich liebe dich.”, he coos. you’re both thoroughly soaked by the time you go inside, a small cold hitting you both - but that’s okay, it was worth it

Simon “Ghost” Riley + König:

it’s almost comical to them - their arms crossed as you beg them to come outside with you, “Please— guys, come on! I can’t go out there alone, I’ll look dumb.”. Simon silently cocking his head to the side while König chuckles, “Dumm? Oh, liebling, we wouldn’t want that.”, he hums

König’s always one to give into your whims, the people pleaser in him comes out when you’re around. Simon, ever the straight man of the duo, is making sure the Austrian doesn’t rush you out the door, “Easy there, I’m not taking care of your ass if you get sick.”, he huffs, tossing a jacket at König. walking up to you, Simon drapes a jacket over your shoulders, lightly ruffling your hair, “And you’re too good t’get sick, love.”

once everyone is ready to face the rain though? it’s Simon dragging you out the door, “C’mon, you wanted this.”, voice gravely as walks down to the pavement with you, König following close behind. it’s silly - your 6’3”/~190cm Brit and behemoth 6’10”/~208cm Austrian boyfriends getting drenched while dancing with you. they’d happily make fools out of themselves to see you smile - your laughter echoing down the street

it’s hard taking turns dancing with them, it ends in a pissing contest over who the better dance partner is König, sorry Simon. four hands pulling you every which way - they’re constantly moving, from your hips and waist, over your hands and tracing up your arms

it’s not long before you three rush back inside - the sky clearing up, your shoes damp and their masks soaked. the moods light as everyone dries off, clothes shrugged off in exchange for loungewear

they could definitely be convinced to dance with you again

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

pairing(s); konig x fem!reader, deadbeat!konig x daughter

summary; After a year Konig tries to waltz back into your life flipping it upside down while you tried to keep your daughter right side up —angstober day; 16–

word count; 1.0k

warning(s); arguing, Konigs real name in this is Midas, crying, black coded reader, self berating thoughts, your daughter is around 2-4 months, and language

playlist; dealer by lana del rey

A/n:—GIFs;@villageofshadow & @romeestrvjds—

Whoever said that being a parent was simple lied to your face you realized as you weaned your daughter off your nipple resting her small body over your shoulder her face lying in your neck as you gently shuffled between patting her back and rubbing your palm in a up and down motion until you heard the soft burp erupt from her mouth you pressed a soft kiss on the soft skin of her forehead before lying her in the bedside bassinet you’d got as a gift from your baby shower

It was difficult being a parent in general let alone a single parent with no support from the other party bills were racking up and you were grateful for a retired neighbor who was able to watch your and a semi understanding boss at a temporary job to keep your lives dragging rolling along you stepped into your bathroom connected off your room taking a bit of time to care for yourself that you hadn’t usually had in the past few months as the steam around the bathroom stuck to your skin while you stared at your form in the mirror running hands along your hips and lower stomach that still had a bit of flub to them from baring the life of your daughter

You stalked back to your room your throwing on a random T-shirt that you didn’t realize the impact of it until it was situated on your body falling to your knees the musk clouding over your nose sending your senses haywire at the familiar feeling that you couldn’t say was pleasant you snatch it off your head before throwing it across the room running a hand over your forehead and slightly damp curls

The last time you heard from Konig was when he’d met you at the hospital from your sudden sickness just to find out you were pregnant when you cracked the news to him he swore you would make it work and after a while he said he was going back home to bring you some things when you were released from the hospital a few days later you came home to find majority of his belongings gone and his truck no longer parked on the driveway

If only you would’ve sprung it on him more gently

if only you could go back and remember that damn pill

You perked up at the sound of heavy knocking on your front door your eyebrows furrow and for a brief moment you glance over to your firstborn hurrying to throw on shorts and a army green tank grabbing the hand gun you kept in your nightstand purified water bottle, your breast pump, and a small lamp setting on top of its surface training in SAS didn’t allow your brain to not be prepared for anything especially pounding on your door at god knows what unfaithful hour you inch out of your room inching towards the living space the door staring back at you as the pounding continued and you were spaced out until you felt your hand on the doorknob swinging the door open your hand secure around the forearm your finger a split second away from the trigger meeting its wall until you locked eyes with those sharp blue ones that you’d once loved

“Maus please, please just wait” The Austrians voice seeped from the crack of your door before you had the chance to slam the door in his face he’d set a steel toe boot in the threshold of your house and you shove a shoulder to the surface of the door trying to keep him out

“If you need money, a place to hide out, or whatever I don’t have it” You hissed attempting to keep this intruder out of your home

“Nein it’s, its about the baby” He mumbled his eyes meeting your as you scoff in disbelief with a shake of your head your curls moving with each movement framing your face and a fibbed smile etched on your face

“Oh so now you want to take interest in Solei, ou- no my daughter! Are you drunk Midas!?” The pitch of your voices rises until you hear the wails of your daughter in your home and you don’t waste another second on Konig before going to aid to your babygirl

“Shhh it’s okay Sol mommy’s here” You whispered having picked up her small frame cradling her to your chest for such a little body she had a carrying pitch yet nonetheless settled down when your familiar hum traveled to her ears Midas stood in the doorframe of your room watching you both as you care over his daughter his heart pounded in his ears and before he knew it you were lowering her back down into the bassinet the screaming whales down deducted into tiny whimpers and hefty breaths when you turned around it was your turn to suck in a sharp breath not expecting the 6’10 colonel to be waiting for you but before you could open your mouth he stalked towards you forcing a wide tan envelope in your hands the weight slightly dragging your hand down

“This is what I calculated or tried to, to make up for the last year. Bills, Mechanics, You and… Solei” You noted the sound of your names sounded like a prayer falling from his pink lips that were no longer covered by his sniper hood like before

“You cant walk into our life after you just blatantly left and everything will be handy dandy, it doesn’t work that way”

“I want this to work Mau-, Y/n I want to be there for our daughter and for you I’ll do anything it takes. I was a fool back then and I know that now, but she’s still young and I want to be there before it’s too late… before we’re too late” He pleaded and you shook your head a frown forced on your face

“We are too late Midas, but that doesn’t mean Solei doesn’t deserve a father we take this little at a time… baby step” Konig applauded at your answer going to bring you in a hug before stepping back when you took a step away from him a shocked and somewhat frightened look on your face and he nodded taking one back

“Baby steps”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[ryndicate]

You say hate fuck. Kaiser says a typical Friday night 🤡🤪

GOTDAMMIT

mdni18+, fem bodied + pronouns, friends (very loose term) with benefits, rough sex, choking, impact, tiny blood mention, I'm too horny to allude to it well, but you work for Kaisers team

You hear the digital beep of your door unlock and flounce off the couch.

There's a reason you have Saturdays off. You would rather nurse yourself at home via a late morning, reheated takeout and coffee. And as he so much likes to brag about, he's the professional athlete, he insists he can handle the aches and pains in stride.

Besides the obvious, he makes it easy not to go easy on him.

You're on him before the door is barely closed, clad in nothing but tiny shorts and a tank top, no undergarments for ease of access, because as much as he pisses you off, you crave him just as badly.

"You don't have to get so mad, you can admit you wanted this," Kaiser coos as your shove has his back slamming into the wall.

You ignore him, fingers hot on his waist as you rake his shirt up, yanking it over his head. Kaiser gives a low grunt as your lips find his neck, followed quickly by teeth. "Not talking to me tonight, sweetheart? You will."

He works the button of his own jeans as you suck and teeth a dark purple mark just under above his collarbone, and impatience grips him tightly when your lips travel up without a single word in his direction.

You moan as long fingers close around your throat. He holds you tightly—tighter when you try to resist, earning a pained squeak—and forces you back, giving you a goading smirk as you try to hide your desire behind a glare.

"You think you can call me over and get a free fuck without so much as a hello? I'm barely through the door, maus."

"Hello," your very clear attitude gets a little lost in the scratch of your rasp; he still hasn't let you go, and he has no intent to. You claw at this wrist when he just grins at you, breath labored, but he ignores the bite of your nails and pushes, compelling you to walk backwards or risk falling on your ass as he moves you both into your living room. "Just fuck me already, then get out."

"Cute. Keep it up." Kaiser knows you will, too. Or else you won't get what you're after. It annoys him how easily you get what, almost as much as how easily he gives in to you, heeling to your apartment each Friday to fuck you hard enough to forget the week. But today he's done being the eager puppy falling through your front door.

His other hand works it way into the hair of your nape, forcing your chin up to meet him in a demanding kiss, his fingers slackening to more of a possessive palm across your upper chest. He can feel how much you need this, can almost smell your anticipation of the fuck (you think) is coming.

He waits until you meld into him, until you're sucking on his tongue, to disconnect, enjoying your irritated, wordless exclamation as he maneuvers you harshly from his grip on your hair, one arm twisted behind your back, until you're bent over the back of the couch.

"Michael!"

Your toes are barely touching the ground as you thrash, not strong enough to break his grip, and unwilling to remove your other arm as the leverage that's keeping your face from smashing into the couch cushions.

You squeal as his hand collides with your ass, smarting through your shorts, unable to twist to glare at him. You cry out as he does it again, heat flaring up your backside as spanks rain down.

A different kind of heat flares in your cheeks to be put in this position. You're still dressed, his undone jeans are pressing on the backs of your thighs—Kaiser's spanked you before, but never like this.

His cock was always deep inside you any time he struck you. Your walls are clenching on instinct with each hit, horribly empty, as each harsh impact comes down with no relief. You can feel your arousal soaking into the thin fabric of your shorts, and you moan as he pulls on the band, exposing more than the teasing swell of your ass that had been visible before, forcing the fabric tighter on your slit.

His low voice coos at the cute little outline of your soaked pussy. "Oh, you poor thing. You're dripping for it."

You whine as he swats lower, watching your thighs clench, the jiggle of your ass. The fabric of your shorts feels rough, the pain glowing in your ass starting to get uncomfortable as the empty ache of your cunt only gets worse.

"Michael, stop!" You try to put some anger into your voice but it comes out pitiful.

"Ask me nicely," Kaiser hums, squeezing the globes of your ass.

You moan mournfully as he grinds his still clothed cock against your regrettably still clothed ass.

"Please stop?"

Kaiser pauses. He feels a little disappointed that you cracked so easily, so he decides to play a little dumb. "That's not what I wanted you to ask."

You squirm, feeling your irritation spike again. "Then what do you want, jesus fuck, Michael!"

"Ask me nicely to fuck you."

Your spine goes rigid, and you try in earnest to wriggle out of his grip. "Fuck off. If you didn't want to fuck me, you wouldn't have come!"

Kaiser closes his eyes as your efforts give him some much needed friction. He won't argue with that, but he wants to hear you beg for it for once. Demanding is fine and all, but you need to admit you're the one who started this little game.

"Ask me nicely, or I'm leaving."

You freeze and Kaiser can hear the glower in your voice.

"You wouldn't."

"There's plenty of desperate pussy out there for me, maus. If you don't want it bad enough, I can get it somewhere else."

"I'm not doing it," you growl.

Michael grins and you cry out as he lands another good hit on your sore ass. "Then I'm gonna play a little, and then I'm going to leave. You're gonna be stuck fucking your own fingers and hoping it's enough."

His eyes sharpen as he restarts a good rhythm, watching your thighs shake, your little shrieks turning to high moans as he starts to hold back less, his palm stinging.

"Dirty girl, you're getting off on this aren't you?"

"Am not," you sniffle, and Kaiser's cock throbs, willing down his impatience. The idea of you breaking for him is so sweet it almost hurts.

He squeezes your ass so hard your pussy lips part, and your fingers twist into the cushion with a wailed "fuck!" that makes Kaiser swallow back a moan.

"C'mon maus, I won't tell anyone. It's just you and me here. Give me one more little please and I'll give you what you want."

You make a muffled noise into the cushions and Kaiser leans over you a little, enjoying your mewled whimper at the pressure over your sore ass. "What was that?"

"Please," your voice is wet, cracks even, and that's the last of Kaiser's self control.

"There you fucking go," he moans, pulling your shorts down your thighs and exposing your obscenely dripping cunt. The colorful fabric dangles at one ankle as he knocks your legs further apart and bullies his way between them, pulling his cock from his jeans and pushing the fat tip through your folds with no preamble. He already made you wait, he's not that sadistic.

He sheathes himself in you with a low groan and you echo him, your walls squeezing him so tight its like you're scared he'll pull out again. Kaiser yanks you upright, fucking into you hard, your ass slapping against his thighs as he gives you the harsh pace you're aching for.

Little sobs escape through your lips, broken syllables of his name, as your nails dig into his hips, pulling him back in with every thrust as your other supports your weight on the back of the couch.

Now that you're not playing hard to get with him, Kaiser takes the opportunity to seal his lips to your neck, licking and sucking until he returns the favor of the dark bruise that's already throbbing on his own neck. By the time he's done tonight, you'll be wearing his teethmarks like the necklace you won't let him buy.

"Please, fuck, please touch me, I need—" your head falls back on his shoulder and his hand closes obligingly around your throat as his other dives for your—Kaiser moans. Your clit is so swollen and needy, he almost can't believe you're that ready and willing for him right now. Your greedy cunt is sucking him in, squeezing him like a vice, soaking his pelvis in your juices.

You crumple against him with a broken sound as he teases your clit a little and something in him whites out. He drags you to the nearest wall presses your back to it, feeling vicious satisfaction in the panic in your eyes, clouded by lust.

You don't let him see your face when you fuck, but as he pulls your thighs around his hips, using the wall to bear your weight as he fucks you like you're made for him, you don't protest. Instead of cussing it, you're whimpering his name into open air and shivering as you fall apart on his cock. That's what sends him spiraling into orgasm—not like usual, your nails raking bloody lines to his back instead of his thighs—groaning into your neck as his vision bursts into starry color.

Kaiser's breath matches yours as he comes down, despite being the athlete, it's uneven, heavy, but he still finds it in himself to grin down on you.

"Still want me to go? Or can I do that again?

Your usual glare isn't as heated, and your eyes flicker down, not meeting his gaze for once.

"Just use the fucking bed next time, got it?"

Kaiser grins. Yeah, he can do that. And now that he's done pushing his luck, at least for the moment, he'll give you what you were after the whole time, meeting your lips in a clash of teeth; a dark promise to fulfill that you'll wake up tomorrow sore but sated, little reminders of his touch littered across your body for anyone to see. Until you inevitably cover them up that is.

And of course you'll leave your own on him, with demands for him to keep his mouth shut but it's okay... Kaiser trusts you not to work on Saturdays; it's your mistake for trusting him not to show off to the jealous eyes of his teammates.

[lazybutsmexy]

The sound of your voice

Konig x reader (GN)

Summary: König talks, you listen.

Warnings: brief description of violence and dangerous situation, mention of blood, light angst/comfort, pure fluff at the end.

Word count: 850

A/N: *whispers* I just love him so much...

On AO3

.................

There were no words that better explained your current state than absolutely exhausted. Or maybe you didn't have the mental energy to think of another word.

"...he's like, a chef, but of chocolates, and..."

The mission you've just come back from had lasted way longer than expected. And after three weeks of getting only a couple of hours of sleep per night - that is, if you were lucky of course -, all the mental gymnastics involved with going incognito and retrieving intel from the enemy had left you running on an empty tank.

"...it looks so creamy when he pours it on the table, too! And then he..."

You were nearly compromised, too. You didn't tell anyone until the danger had passed - you still didn't know how to tell König. It had all happened because of a mistake you had made nonetheless. All those restless hours could've costed you your life and the whole mission.

"...using different tools to carve the shapes, until the whole thing looks like it is covered in scales, but he also..."

You suppose you should feel hungrier. You did eat a couple of protein bars as soon as you got to the room. However, it seemed that your body was so tired that it was not even willing to ask for more nutrients. Should you be worried? Maybe, you weren't a doctor but you knew that it's not good to remain on an empty stomach or too long.

"..."

Although you knew that, you were also stubborn and wanted to lay here in bed, your back pressed to König's chest as he rambled about his latest obsession. You found it rather cute, how a topic could occupy his mind so intensely and yet be tossed away the moment he found something else to focus on.

"..."

A gentle hand strokes your side and you close your eyes with a sigh, but soon your brow furrows when the ringing in your ears reappears. Your mind drifts back to the mission, although you don't want it to.

"..."

The blood slipping through your fingers. The mangled body of a someone you couldn't save, lest it compromised your identity. The hands of the ringleader stroking your cheek, making the bile rise up to your throat.

"..."

It was too silent for your liking.

"... König?"

The man behind you stilled his movements, and you felt him tense a little against your back.

"...Ja, maus?"

"...why did you stop talking?"

His hand moved again, or rather his fingers did, fidgeting against the hem of your sleeping shirt, barely brushing the skin beneath and causing you to erupt in goosebumps.

"...I know you're tired after your mission," his voice was so soft you had to focus on every word to understand him.

"...And?" You pried, turning your head a bit to get him in your peripheral vision.

"...And," he exhaled, then a pause in which you could almost see him biting his lip, "I don't want to annoy you by talking a lot."

You blink once, twice, then fully turn to face him. Now you had a full view of his eyes anxiously searching for any hint of discomfort on your face. Your hand caressed the one still on your side and slowly slid it up his arm and onto his shoulder, something that never failed to make him shiver.

"...Why do you think that you could annoy me?" Your voice is quiet, but in the silence of the night rings like a drum kit in his ears. In contrast, his voice feels like a butterfly's whisper, his breath caressing your brow.

"I know that I can be annoying when I get too into a topic," he tries to appear nonchalant, but you know him better than that, you can see the flicker of apprehension in his eyes, "I'm used to it."

Your hand moves from his shoulder to his cheek, the tender touch causing him to close his eyes and lean into your palm.

"... Well, I find your rambling very soothing, König," his eyes open again, this time focusing on yours, "your voice keeps the dark thoughts away from my brain."

König stared at you in disbelief, but his arms pulled you a little tighter against him.

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes, big boy," you smiled at him and he all but melted inside, "I'm too tired to even think about how to interact in a conversation, but I do love the sound of your voice."

The cheek under your palm grew warmer, and König all but snuggled your face into his chest as he kissed the side of your head.

"Okay... Um..." You settled in, tangling your legs with his and reveling in the vibrations on his chest, which barely concealed his thundering heart, "...so, well, in the video I watched, once he finished with the dragon's shape, he..."

His voice acted like a balm on your overwhelmed senses, and his fingers tangled in your hair, stroking your scalp and massaging your nerves away.

You don't realize it when you shut your eyes, but his voice follows you all the way into the realm of dreams.

A/N 2: yes, I'm definitely talking about Amauri Guichon's chocolate art videos. I'm obsessed.

[i-identify-tanks-in-posts]

what's the biggest tank that's actually been used?

The answer to that would depend on what you mean by "used".

The largest tank ever produced was the German PzKpfw. VIII "Maus", an ungodly mess of a vehicle and the reason that I have blood pressure issues. However, only two hulls and one turret were ever completed, giving the German army just enough time to figure out that it was a stupid idea, and that the damned thing was barely able to move under its own power before the testing grounds were captured by the oncoming Red Army.

The heaviest tank to ever actually take to the battlefield was the German Pz.Jgr. Tiger Ausf. B, or the Jagdtiger. It was a 75-ton tank destroyer employed by the German army in the later years of WW2, built upon the chassis of the infamous Tiger II, and inheriting it's propensity for mechanical failure and self-destruct-button of a transmission.

Hope that answers your question, and if not, feel free to ask for clarification in the notes!

[operation-priority]

Tiger II at Haustenbeck, August 1945 - Colorized

"Kurt Arnoldt in front of an early production Tiger II at Haustenbeck. Photo dated around August 1945."

Specifically, this is Tiger II number 280 009 or 280 012 - its identity is still not entirely confirmed. We do know it was modified and used as a test mule at Haustenbeck before its capture.

In Summer 1945, Nazi Germany surrendered and Allied intelligence actively sought targets of interest from industrialists to engineers. Three men, key to the development of German tanks and AFVs in WW2 were identified; Kurt Arnoldt - the Chief Technical Engineer for Henschel at Haustenbeck and the man primarily responsible for the 'King Tiger', Gerd Stieler von Heydekampf - Managing Director at Henschel und Söhn and later to be the President of the Panzer Kommission, and Heinrich Ernst Kniepkamp as head of Waffen Prufamt 6 responsible for German armoured fighting vehicles.

Interrogated by Allied intelligence officers, their views, opinions, and insights into the reasons why German tanks and vehicles were developed the way they were, why they looked like they did, and why projects like the E100 and Maus were given the go-ahead were recorded. This colorization appears on the cover of Steel and Secrets: Interrogating German Tank Engineers 1945 by Andrew Hills. The book is available for purchase here.

Full resolution photo is available here.

[militarymodeller]

These are Germany's ideas for very heavy tanks some excisting like the Maus but mostly paper panzers....

I sure do want to make more of them... just waiting for a chance to buy at a lower rate....