#Halt meine Hand

[free-piza]

sie haben uns in hildes erbe wirklich einen absoluten wish fullfillment romanzen-plot vor die nase gesetzt, mit adam "functioning but spiraling" raczek trifft auf vincent "empathiemonster" ross, der einfach sofort all seinen bullshit durchschaut und sagt hey, ich seh dich, ich will dir helfen, und das zeug hat einfach emotional eingeschlagen wie ne bombe (nach zwei jahren pandemie)

und meine größte angst und enttäuschung ist einfach, dass wir die aufwärtskurve nicht zu sehen bekommen, und für was war das ganze dann

#hebt die hand wenn hildes erbe euer comfort rewatch of choice ist #🖐️ #und jetzt fragt euch wieso #polizeiruf świecko #polizeiruf 110 #adam raczek #txt #und ich mein das nicht mal aus shipping-gründen #es wäre halt einfach eine EEEECHT interessante figurenentwicklung gewesen #aber wir wissen wie es mit fernsehkommissaren ist. die entwickeln sich nicht weiter #sie werden nur ausgetauscht #aber ich _wünsche_ es mir

[uluvjay]

Jealousy, Jealousy- S. Vettel

rbr! Sebastian Vettel x Fem! Reader

In which you get punished for flirting with Sebastian’s teammate

Warnings?; Smut, name calling(slut, brat), cursing, degradation, hair pulling, lip biting, small blood mention, p in v, unprotected sex(a big no no), mean seb, orgasm denial,slight ass play…, pet names, porn with a plot basically, I apologize for any errors!

"Sebby please!" You babbled to the man behind you, his hands holding yours behind your back as he pounded into you.

"Shush Meine Liebe, take your punishment like a good girl." He spat, his pace never faltering as he pushed your face further into the pillow below you.

"Just wan a kiss." You whined into the plush pillow, the cotton of the case no doubt now covered in your tears and spit.

You could hear his growl from behind you as his hips somehow sped up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space of your bedroom.

"I don't kiss little sluts that think it's okay to flirt with my teammate." He spat.

Your eyes rolled towards the back of your head as he reached a hand between your thighs and begins to rub your clit. He guided a scream from your throat as he pinched the small bud between his fingers before returning to slow and teasing rubs.

"Fuck." You cried as you felt the warmth growing in your lower stomach.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." Sebastian spat in your ear as he could feel your core tightening around him.

At the sound of a pathetic sob Sebastian slowed his hips and pulled his hand away from your clit, leaving you with little to no friction as he pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip resting inside the warmth of your walls.

"No, no, please! Seb please let me come." You cried.

The German smirked behind you as he felt your pussy clench around his tip desperately searching for more. His cock was glistening from the wetness of your pussy as he spread you plump ass cheeks wide and spit on your puckering hole.

He basked in the gasp you let out as his thumb circled around the ring, passing time as he let your growing orgasm die.

"Seb please baby, I wanna see you." You begged attempting to fuck yourself against him but the slap he laid against your ass quickly made your movements halt.

"Hmm, that's a shame. Would fuck you however you wanted if you didn't throw yourself all over mark." He shrugged despite you not being able to see him.

"Didn't throw myself at him! Was just being nic-" a scream broke through as he thrusted into you hard, his nails digging into your flesh as he gripped your ass cheeks firmly.

"Don't be a fucking brat." He growled in your ear as his body leaned over yours, damp chess pressed against your back.

He finally let your hands go as he tangled one of his own into your hair and pulled, pulling your body flush against his as he stood on his knees and fucked you hard.

"Oh god!" You cried feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

The feeling of his lips moving around the skin of your neck caused a feeling of need to fill your chest as you wished for his lips to be against yours.

"Can I please have a kis-fuck!" You cried body slumping forward slightly as he loosened his grip a bit.

"If I kiss you, will you shut the hell up?" He spat.

"Mhm, please."

You shrieked as you were let go and quickly flipped over, Sebastian wasted no time before slipping back in and fucking you fast as your legs wrapped around his waist

One of his large hands came up to wrap around the base of your throat as his lips swallowed yours in a hard kiss. It's nothing but pure ecstasy as he kisses you, you kiss him back as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth.

You cry out into his mouth as his teeth nip at the skin, the metallic taste of blood floating between you two as he seems to kiss you harder.

He pulls away from your lips at the feeling of you clenching around him, "You gonna come soon?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fucked out eyes staring deep into his pretty blue ones.

"Ask nicely brat." He scolded, leaning back and pulling on of your legs over his shoulder a smirk tugging at his lips at the moan you let out.

"Oh!-can I come? Please, please sebby can I come?" You babbled below the man, the feeling of euphoria just moments away from taking control of your body.

"Go ahead slut, come for me." He encouraged basking in the way your legs shook on his shoulder and how your head snapped back into the soft pillow below it.

The moan you let out as your climax took over was downright pornographic, the multiple denied orgasms from earlier in the night finally catching up and roaring through your body.

Sebastian watched as you babbled random things off as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own climax. His thrust stayed just as deep but grew faster as he felt it approaching, heat flooding his body as he began to curse in German.

With one last thrust you watched as he stilled inside you with a deep groan, his abs clenching while his mouth dropped open. He leaned down to pull you into another hot kiss as he began to soften inside you, one of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck while yours cradled his cheeks.

"You gonna flirt with my teammate again?" He asked firmly as he held onto your chin.

"I wasn-oh! Okay no I won't." You cried as he thrusted his hips, yearning him a deep cry from overstimulation.

"Mm, that's my good girl." He smirked before placing one last kiss on your lips and pulling out.

He took a moment to admire your spent and well fucked body, hickeys were scattered from your breasts down where nobody but him would be able to see them.

You watched as he walked into your master bathroom to get a warm washcloth before coming back and taking his time cleaning you up gently.

A little while laster you were dressed in one of his shirts while you dozed off with your head against his chest, and one of his hands running through your hair.

"Goodnight darling, I love you." He spoke softly as he kissed your head.

"I love you more Seb." You smiled as you snuggled deeper into him.

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#sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel blurb #formula one fic #f1blr #f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

[ghouljams]

A little fae!König because we haven't seen him in a while...

"Can we have sex tonight?"

König tries to keep his excitement contained, tries to keep from pouncing on you like the wild beast he is. He even manages to stop the gunshot reaction he wants to have of turning to look at you to make sure it actually was you asking, so you know you have his full and undivided attention. Still, he can feel it ripple through his obscura, fracturing his human form like a wave through still waters. He can feel your embarrassed heat tugging at his ties to you.

"We can have sex now," he responds instead.

"We're working," you reason. König hums. He doesn't particularly care about working, doesn't see the need for it, doesn't see the issue with claiming you in front of a few weak fae and weaker humans, but you're so shy about these things. His silence must make you nervous, must make you think he's saying no --as if he'd ever-- because you start up another train of explanatory thought. "It's, y'know," you start and stop, your frustration bleeding into your huff, "I'm just so- I'm ovulating." You finish with a sigh, like that explains everything and doesn't make König jerk his head to look at you.

Saliva rushes in his mouth, dripping over his teeth at the low growl in his throat. He knew, of course, could smell it on you, but actually hearing you tell him, like an admission of guilt... so that's why you want him to fuck you. "Out," he barks at the crowded store, his voice filling the corners and bouncing back to echo in the shop patrons ears, "now."

You hold up your hands to stop the rush of fae customers as they scurry, to try and halt the nervous glances of your human customers. Almost begging people to stay and finish their purchases with an embarrassed heat König has never felt before. It doesn't help your case when he presses against your back and forces you down against the counter. You give a truly enticing frown as the last customer leaves and König's magic blows the show sign to "closed".

"Ja mein liebling?" He coos down at you, slotting his hips against yours, "Need me to breed you, hm?"

"No," you grumble, pushing back against the gentle movement of his hips, grinding against his quickly hardening cock, "just stupid horny, and want your stupid dick." König tuts, shaking his head as he leans down to tease his teeth against your neck.

"That's not very nice Liebling," he scrapes the sharp points against your sensitive skin, you can only hope he doesn't draw blood, "you should be kinder to the man that fucks you."

"Kinder to my f-" your breath hitches and our stomach jumps as he fixes the angle of your hips, his thick straining cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. The whine you let slip is pathetic, needy, everything you're so desperate to pretend you aren't.

"You know how to ask," König reminds you, "know what you really want from me." God he can smell you, has been smelling you all day, breathing in your stupid little fuck me hormones. He presses close, pushes against your desperate cunt so he can bury his nose at your pulse. You're so terribly warm, so lovely and inviting, so hungry for him and unwilling to admit it. He's going to fuck you, he just wants to hear you beg first, and the longer you're silent the longer he can take enjoying the way you squirm under him.

And you are silent. So shy to admit what you want even when it's pressing against you, it's cute. König likes that you can't ask for things, that you always offer sex like he'll turn you down sooner than tear your clothes off. It just makes it all the sweeter hearing you whimper and plead with him. It just makes it more fun when he winds and arm around you to press between your thighs, groping and rubbing over where he knows your clit is until you're really squirming under him. You smell like you're dripping, a crueler man might not let you play this game, someone with less will power might already be on their knees for a taste. König doesn't waste the effort, not when he can feel the exact moment the embarrassed fight leaves your body, the way your hips rock greedily between his cock and his hand and you quietly whimper out,

"Please König, want your come, want to feel you breed me."

His smile could split a snake's face, his teeth poised to tear into your flesh are quickly hidden behind the lips that kiss your jaw. "Braves Madchen," he rumbles, his fingers quick to open his fly and push his trousers down, "I thought you'd never ask."

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #könig x reader #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x oc #f!reader #oc: liebling #fae!König #1fae1

[babymtal]

könig x afab!gn!reader smut

the voices made me do this. it's purely self indulgent nonsense.

↳ warnings: 18+ content, DNI IF MINOR i'll take ur liver, porn w/o plot, reader calls König Colonel once, wrote this with huband!König in mind, oral r!receiving, p in v, unsafe sex (pls use protection), size kink central tbh, König got a fat dick obv duhhh, major dirty talk, praise kink, mating press, unedited, i think u get the point!

thanks for reading <3 lols

You can't exactly recall what led you into this position, face smothered into the plush comforter as he fondled your naked body softly from behind.

König is a whore, that much you do know. Was it the way he carried himself, letting his giant everything tower over everyone shamelessly in any room he was in? Maybe it was the way he just merely walked like his dick was weighing heavy between his legs with every step.

You didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, mind reeling back to reality at the sound of his breathy voice. "Look at you, ya messy lil' thing." he cooed mockingly, slipping his middle finger past your entrance and leaning back, relishing in the sight of your hot heat swallowing his digit up greedily. His finger continued slowly pumping in and out of you, the drag of his single finger alone enough to make you drool as your cunt soaked his hand. "Oh, yeah..." he whispered as he reached his thumb down to teasingly rub the bundle of nerves that shot sparks of pleasure through your spine.

"Gotsa taste ya, engel." His hands manhandled you easily, flipping you over and quickly spreading your legs, pushing them to your chest.

You nearly passed out at the look in his eyes as he quickly ducked down, lifting his mask slightly to situate his mouth over your sloppy heat. He let the makeshift T-shirt mask fall back against your body, shielding your view as it lay on your lower stomach.

His eyes rolled back, vibrations shooting through you as he moaned whorishly against your clit. He paused his devouring every once in a while to give a shake of his head against your pussy, rubbing his nose messily over your puffy clit as his chest rumbled with relief. His mouth made quick work of you, licking and sucking wherever his heart content. His piercing gaze never left yours as he continued to messily lap at your cunt.

Whines and pants left your lips at the pleasure, toes curling as your chest began to rise rapidly. His big hands wandered over your body as his eyes fluttering closed, lost in the taste of you. His tongue circling your clit juuust right had you tensing all over, mind blanking as you came against his mouth with a cry from your parted lips.

All you heard was muffled moaning as König lapped up the juices you were leaking. He pulled back after a few moments, the air feeling thick as he situated himself with his huge thighs caging your hips. He leaned over, his giant build deemed menacing as he towered over you. His heavy hand reached down, unzipping his cargo pants. "Lil pussy gunna take me real nice, ja?" He slurred, eyes dancing over your naked body hungrily. His eyelids were drooped, gaze swallowing every exposed inch of skin his eyes could reach as he palmed his thick bulge through his boxers.

He shimmied his pants and briefs down, fat cock bobbing as it was released from it's confines. The sight alone had your mind hazing over, reaching out and pushing the shaft down softly until it met the parting of your wet folds.

"A-ah, fuck." he sighed, instinctively rocking his hips forward at your actions. Your bottom lip was pulled under your teeth as the head of his cock knocked against your pulsing clit. A sigh slipped from his lips, whimper catching in his throat as he continued to rub his heavy dick through your folds, effectively soaking the underside of his shaft in the process.

"Oh mein-" he paused, a sharp hiss sounding from him when the tip nudged against your clit again. "Tell me ya want it, engel." He demanded, halting his movements to position the head of himself at your entrance.

"Want it so bad, Colonel, please?" you asked sweetly, voice dripping with honey as his mind lurched at the sound of your words. You gave into him so easily, the thought alone making him whine softly. One of his hands removed themselves from your hips, reaching up to cup the side of your face lovingly. He used the other hand to lift his mask a bit from his face, a giant glob of spit dropping from his mouth and down onto the place your sexes met.

"You ask so nicely, süßer, how could I say no?" He rhetorically asked, dropping his mask and occupying his fingers with your swollen nub as he pushed his hips forward softly, the tip nudging slightly into your entrance as it spread his saliva.

The intrusion had you quick to reach out and grab ahold of his arm, a small whine passing your lips. Your fingers wrapped around the wrist of the hand that was cradling your face, maneuvering his fingers until two were wrapped in your mouth, tongue twirling around the digits desperately.

His muffled whimpers grew as he rocked his thick dick back and forth, inching it slowly into your tight heat. Your walls clamped down, muscles tensing as the overwhelming feeling of being so full had taken over your senses.

"C'mon, liebling, I know you can take it. Do it for me?" His voice shook slightly as he rubbed at your clit a little more precisely. His action rewarded him with the feeling of you fluttering around his cock, giving him further access as he moaned.

"I know, i know. Dick's big but you can take it." He cooed down at you, rocking his hips forward a bit harder when your soft tongue flicked over his fingers. His length slipped in, his every vein pulsing against your slick heat before he bottomed out. The feeling of him being so deep knocked the air from your lungs as you began to drool a bit on his fingers, whines and moans muffled.

"See?" He said, nodding down at the spot you two met before teasing, "knew ya had it in ya." He gave little to no time for you to situate yourself before his hips retreated from yours, every inch of him disappearing from your tight grip until just the tip was left. He took a deep, shaky breath before snapping his hips forward suddenly.

He repeated the action a few times, eyes never leaving the sight of your weeping pussy engulfing his giant cock whole.

"Oh gott, ya milking me so good, engel." He praised, a ring of your juices beginning to form at the base of his shaft. "Jus' like that, keep takin' it for me." He slurred, fingers never stopping their assault on your abused clit as he slammed himself into your cunt repeatedly.

You felt like you were on fire, skin feeling sticky with sweat as he continued to pound into you. Your whines increased, the feeling of him violating all your senses continuing to cloud all around you. Your mind was focused on the pleasure he was delivering you, blabbering pathetic thank yous around the pads of his fingers as your legs trembled.

"Ah, mein lieb so polite when takin my cock, huh?" His voice had the coil in you tightening, walls squeezing the life out of his fat cock as he drove his hips deeper in you. The head of his dick was rubbing so perfectly against your gummy walls.

"L-listen, engel." He commanded a few times, desperately trying to pierce through your haze and direct your attention to the sounds of his thick girth slipping in and out of your sloppy cunt. The squelching noise had your entire body flushing, heat engulfing you as your toes curled.

"O-oh ficken, give me it, c'mon." He growling, whimpers tumbling from him as he caged you in his arms, desperate for your release. He reached around your legs, trapping your knees to his side as his hands traveled to your ass. He gripped the plush flesh in his large hands tightly as he raised your hips in perfect time to meet his brutal thrusts.

Your cries quickly enveloped the room as your hand hurriedly reached down to paw at your bundle of nerves.

"A-ah, gott damn. I get a show too?" He mused, a smile hidden behind his dark mask as he moaned, his pounding refusing to seize as he watched you play with yourself. His hips stuttered, a long breathy whine escaping his throat when he swore he could feel you gush around his cock.

"Cum on me, yeah? Wanna feel ya cum s'bad, engel, fuck."

Your body shook pathetically under his as your orgasm tumbled through you. Your iron grip on his arm tightened as your walls fluttered around him. His whines and moans began to pitch an octave higher as he sloppily thrust into your cunt, cum shooting into you.

The air around you stilled, the pulse of his throbbing cock in your dripping heat in sync with your own throbbing as your breaths settled.

"You're a fuckin' whore, König." you panted out, a loving smile on your lips as you both chuckled at the comment.

"Ja, whatever." He said, pulling out softly before rubbing his fingers through your sloppy folds, spreading the mixture of your combined cum all over your sticky cunt.

#i come back after months to give you this #i will now return to my little hole and reside there for longer #König is just so big and slutty and i need him so bad #anyway...... hope u enjoyed #könig x reader #König smut #konig smut #konig x reader #konig call of duty #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader

[der-gefallene-engel]

Halte meine Hand fest auch wenn ich dich weg stoße

#halte sie #halte mich #halte uns #liebe #allein #schmerz #vermissen #einsam #liebeskummer #gedanken #trauer #ich liebe dich #wahre gefühle #wahre worte #wahre liebe #DerGefalleneEngel

[deutsche-bahn]

Meine Tante ist ja bekanntlich sehr für alles mittelalterliche zu begeistern. Und für alles, was halt auch nur entfernt historisch aussieht.

Wir pflügten vor ein paar Jahren also mal wieder zusammen über einen lokalen Mittelaltermarkt. Das Highlight: ein Gitterkäfig, der mit einer Art Kran, Marke Eigenbau aus Europaletten, über ein kleines Lagerfeuerchen geschwenkt wurde, zur Demonstration einer Hexenverbrennung. Für ein kleines Erinnerungsfoto konnte man selber in den Käfig steigen- because nothing says honoring the memory of hundreds of people who got unjustly murdered like posing with the method of execution.

Jetzt zur Einordnung: meine Tante sieht aus, als hätte man Severus Snape eine Jahreskarte für's Solarium sowie 'ne Packung Bleach besorgt und ihn dann wie eine Neanderthaler-Wachsfigur aus dem örtlichen Naturkundemuseum gekleidet. Auf deutsch: der Vergleich mit einer Hexe bietet sich an.

Der.... Betreiber? Besitzer? ....der Betreuer der Scheiterhaufen-Käfig-Konstruktion sah sie vorbeilaufen, und sprang uns fast entgegen. Ob meine Tante nicht mal in den Käfig steigen wollte, fragte er. Sie würde da so gut reinpassen. "Wie bitte?" sagte meine Tante. Und, bevor er antworten konnte: "Ja."

Gesagt, getan. Tante steigt in Käfig, Käfig wird (mit ausreichend Abstand etc etc) über Feuer geschwenkt. Alle Beteiligten sind begeistert. Tante hat die Zeit ihres Lebens. "Woah, eine echte Hexe!" höre ich ein Kind neben mir sagen. Es ist ein kleines Mädchen mit blonden Bauernzöpfen, das vom Aussehen her in einem Vollmilch-Werbespot mitspielen könnte. Ich muss lachen. "Was hat die gesagt?" keift meine Tante aus ihrem Käfig herab. "Nichts, nichts" beteure ich. Das Kind legt jedoch gleichzeitig nach. "Die Hexe brennt ja gar nicht!" ruft sie. "Das Feuer muss höher!". "Was?!" keift es wieder von oben, "WAS??". Das Mädchen lacht, dreht sich um und läuft zurück zu ihren Eltern. Im Käfig tobt es währenddessen. Der Scheiterhaufenbetreuer setzt meine Tante wieder auf den Boden und entlässt sie in die Freiheit. Sie bedankt sich herzlich, und nimmt praktisch sofort die Verfolgung des Kindes auf. Ich überlege kurz, einfach so zu tun als würde ich diese Frau nicht kennen, entscheide mich dann aber dafür, Schadensbegrenzung zu betreiben. Also hinterher, I fucking guess. Sie hat das Kind inzwischen eingeholt. Ich bekomme gerade noch mit wie sie sich zu dem Mädchen herunterbeugt, sich an's Ohr packt und dem armen Kind irgendwas zuflüstert. Ich weiß eh schon worum es geht. Es ist ihr Hexenohr, bei dem ihr eine herausgerissene Creole das Ohrloch gespalten hat. Jetzt muss sie im Wochentakt irgendwelchen wildfremden Kindern erzählen, dass man echte Hexen nur am gespaltenen Ohrläppchen erkennt. Die Frau ist irre.

Ich tauche neben ihr auf und schiebe sie auf diplomatischste Art und Weise weiter. Gerade rechtzeitig, der Vater des Mädchens ist mit einem Krug in der Hand zurückgekommen und starrt verwirrt seine aufgelöst heulende Tochter an. Die zeigt unter Tränen auf uns- toll, wir werden gleich wirklich verbrannt. Wir powerwalken vom Tatort weg. Ich fühle mich endlos schuldig, meine Tante ist zufrieden. Ein bärtiger Pirat mit Plüschpapagei bietet ihr eine Leckmuschel an, sie ist begeistert. Ich wünsche mir eine Spießerfamilie.

#german stuff #auf deutsch

[mlmxreader]

Big Boy | König x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Ooohhh König with a short boyfriend? Someone jokingly asks about the height difference and his bf says “I have to climb him like a damn tree every time I want a kiss, it’s annoying.” And König’s like “you can ask me to bend down, you know.” “Nah, you’re my personal jungle gym.”

summary: König loves his pilot boyfriend, even if he is a bit of a pain.

tws: swearing, smoking

König was a lot taller than you, and although you did love him ever so dearly, you had to admit: it could be a pain in the backside and a half to be physically affectionate sometimes. But you made it work, and although some of your fellow pilots in the RAF did tease you for it, it was all in good nature and was not anything other than banter.

Often, when you were off of work for a while König would come home with only one thing in mind: cuddling you; he loved how you seemed to fit so well in his embrace, your head on his chest as he laid a large hand between your shoulders and an arm around your waist while some old song by Sodom or Slayer played quietly, too tired and worn out to talk, too overwhelmed with seeing you at last to even consider opening his mouth, he always kissed you too much for that.

But his favourite thing by far was when he would come to the air field; he loved to watch you land your plane - the Red Kite - while Perveen, Bashar, Pahwa and Cohen landed behind - their planes being the Golden Eagle, Peregrine Falcon, Red Tailed Hawk and Bearded Vulture respectively. What made König love it so much though was not the planes themselves or how they were painted to look like the birds they were named after, but it was how you reacted to seeing him stood on the tarmac.

Without fail, he would bring a thermos of your favourite coffee and would have two cigarettes ready to be smoked; when you first became his boyfriend, you said once that you loved a coffee and a smoke when you landed, and König never forgot.

He was dressed down as he stood on the tarmac, a camo print hoodie in dark green and trousers of the same, but sporting a bright orange beanie hat. If he remembered correctly, you had gotten that hat for him for his birthday as a present a few months after you first started dating, the thought of which made him smile as he felt the rain gently tap, a warning that it was about to start pouring.

Although it was going to be awful, the weather was actually on König's side, as it had meant an early return for the pilots who had been out on a training exercise, it meant his boyfriend would return early.

He watched the Red Kite eagerly, and when it came to a full stop and you climbed out, he grinned.

"Ah, fuck! Shit! Shit! Fucking shit! Why'd it have to fucking rain right as I fucking-" your little rant of complaints came to a halt when you saw König.

A grin spread across your features, and you quickly made your way towards him, running until you crashed right into his body, pressing your face against him as you tightly held onto him. "Hi, Maus."

König eagerly returned the embrace as he smiled. "Hallo, mein geliebter... bist du gut?"

You nodded. "Now I got you, yeah... ich bin sehr gut... und du?"

"Ich bin super," he admitted, unable to stop grinning as he held you tightly. "Wie war dein Flug?"

You shrugged. "Okay... fuck, I missed you."

He gently pulled back, and when you jumped into his arms to kiss him, he couldn't help but to laugh softly; kissing you back eagerly before he gently set you down again, resting his forearm on your head.

"Hey, (y/n)!" Parveen called, grinning from ear to ear. "How'd you kiss him?"

You shrugged, waiting for him to get closer before you dared to answer, "how'd you think? I have to climb him like a damn tree every time I want a kiss, it's annoying as fuck, mate."

König looked down at you for a moment, his brows furrowing. "You can ask me to bend down, you know, Bärchen."

Gently, you tapped his stomach as you shook your head. "Nah, you're my personal jungle gym... besides, it's like a positive reinforcement thing."

He cocked his brow, trying not to smile as he let his hand slip to your shoulders, resting between them as he slowly moved his thumb up and down, letting you lean into him. "You could still ask me to Kuss you."

"I'd rather not," you shook your head, licking your lips as you smiled. "It's more fun this way."

"Why don't you just punch him in the stomach?" Perveen jokingly asked. "That'll make him bend down."

König glared at the Squadron Leader. "Don't encourage him, bitte."

You were about to open your mouth, let off some smart ass comment, when König shoved his hand into his pocket, and gave you a cigarette and a lighter; he bent down, picked up the thermos, and held it out for you, doing his best not to smile when you eagerly lit up your cigarette and held it between your lips as you opened the thermos and let the stench of coffee hit you.

Sure, you could be a pain, you could be a nightmare, but König adored you, and he honestly couldn't wait until he had you back home; he couldn't wait to feel you in his embrace and to hold you so tightly, bouncing on his heels slightly as he waited for you to smoke your cigarette and drink your coffee. He knew you loved and needed it.

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[pokechbi]

🎀 “I bled for you, dear”PT. 2 🎀

WE BACK !!

Pokechbi?! Doing a pt 2?!

NSFW !! MDNI 🔞

Obsessive König x fem reader

WC: 2.3K

Side note: I rly do want to work on making this a continuing fic, so any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!! 💗

As always, enjoy my lovelys 💗

You fiddle with your fingernails, feeling your palms grow clammy with every painful minute. The leather of the chair sticks to your thighs, your pencil skirt doing nothing to hide the nervous perspiration of your skin. You look to the floor, averting his gaze.

“I am pleased to see that you’ve come to visit me, schatz. But what I cannot understand is why you are sat in that chair, toying with those freshly manicured nails, acting as if you don’t want to sink them into my skin as I fuck you brainless.”

You freeze in place, your eyes shifting up to meet his. Your lips hang agape, opening and closing as if you were a fish out of water. And a fish out of water you were. You tread on thin ice, a mere prey blissfully unaware of the territory you were frolicking on. Countless times you tried convincing yourself that you were just hooking up. Taking what you needed from each other and moving on. You were lying to yourself, straight out of your teeth. And that was the stark contrast between you both. König knew what he wanted. He was a sure man, never sure of anything more. While you sat, debating in your head and weighing your options, he stalked. He watched, studied, and observed. He fantasized about all of the possible ways he could bend you, stretch you, break you. You knew fighting it was useless. Foolish, even. Every cell in your body yearned for his touch. His name on your tongue, his acknowledgment of your existence. The validation you sought from him was unhealthy for any woman to crave. But that didn’t stop you from being mercilessly stabbed and prodded at by these needs and desires. You’ve had your fair share of sexual relations. But nothing compared to the dynamic you had with König. Nothing. No one. And that scared you to all hell. You knew by the time he left you at the medical wing, your shoes glued to the ground as your head burned and boiled with all of the different things he made you feel. And he hadn’t even fucked you yet. And as you sat in that chair, his dark eyes roaming over your body and studying your every move, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Hey, meine Liebe. Stay with me now.” König snaps his fingers at you, ripping you from your thoughts. His voice held a tone of amusement, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as he watched you. Something about being condescended to by him made him all the more impressive. Any other man would have been met with a fist to the face, or a look of disapproval from your sad eyes. Your stomach rolled around with nerves as you came to this realization. You kept quiet, resting your hands on your thighs.

“Stand up, Liebling. Come to me.” You rose to your feet, your heels feeling heavier than they did a few minutes ago. As you make your way around his desk, you take notice of the mess of paperwork scattered across the surface. He reaches his hand out. You look at it before taking it in yours, the sheer size of his fingers sending shivers down your spine. His grip was gentle, bringing your hand up to his mask. He lifts it above his nose, planting a soft kiss on your fingers.

“Your hands are beautiful, dear. Keep them that way, ja?” He coos, planting more kisses along your fingers. You sway at his words, noticing the smile growing on his face as he watches you. He leans forward, grabbing your other hand as he brings them both to his shoulders. You give them a gentle squeeze, stepping forward as you slide them down his back. You bring them back up, embracing him in your arms. He rests his head on your chest, the hard plastic of his helmet digging into the soft flesh of your breasts. He lets out a deep sigh, his arms snaking around your waist.

The soft embrace came to a halt as he let out a grunt, standing to his full height and stepping towards you, backing you into the desk. Instinctively, his hands make their way to your hips as he turns you around, your back facing his chest. Your breath catches in your throat, a lump forming in your chest as you feel him press into your ass. You feel him grow stiff in his cargo pants, a huff escaping his lips as he wastes no time in hiking your skirt up to your waist. You feel the cool air of his office hit your bare cheeks, the lacy black panties you wore purposely now on full display.

“You really are a sight to behold, my dear. What I wouldn’t give to have the taste of you linger on my lips for all of eternity.” König purrs against your skin, his breath raising the hair on your body. He leaves a trail of searing kisses on your neck, biting and sucking at the skin. He leaves bite marks and bruises in his wake, marking you as his. A telltale sign of possession, that boiling hot feeling in his gut that drives him absolutely insane when in your presence. The urge to destroy you, to make you melt under his very gaze. He takes notice of your choice in underwear, the gesture sending a searing hot primal energy through his veins that coincide with his intentions to absolutely devour you. As if you were made specifically for him, to fulfill his every desire. His hands keep your skirt bunched up, and you feel him lower to his knees behind you.

“Please, taste me König. I need it.” You say breathlessly, the need for him dripping off your tongue.

“Tell me again, Schatz. What do you need?” He asks, inching closer to the spot between your legs that aches for him so, so badly.

“Please..just taste me. I need your mouth on me.” Your cheeks grow hot as he makes you talk, the unfamiliar demands on your tongue electrocuting your nerves. You feel him hum against your skin, his finger hooking under the band of your panties. He kisses along your ass, biting the soft skin and leaving dark purple hickeys where only he can see them. You cry out as he does this, the pain and pleasure swirling through your blood like a drug. You feel him tighten his grip on your panties, only a second later hearing the fabric rip. You gasp, looking behind you at the man on his knees, his face inches away from your heat. He looks up at you, holding the torn lace up to his face as if it were a mere fishing catch.

He wastes no time in shoving them in his pocket, turning his attention to your exposed ass once more. You feel his breath go closer to your heat, hearing him inhale your scent deeply. You push your hips backwards, letting out a shaky breath as you feel his lips against your folds. Uncharacteristically slow, his tongue makes its way between your lips, reaching up and grazing your clit. Your body jolts at the contact, the warmth and wetness of his tongue lubricating your skin. Your legs instinctively part themselve, giving him further access to your most intimate parts. You feel his hands grip your inner thighs, spreading you open from behind. The mixture of temperatures, his warm tongue teasing your entrance and the cold air grazing your clit driving you nuts. He lets out a loud groan, the vibrations of his voice pounding through your body.

You feel him rise, hovering over your back as his hands grip your hips. You can feel the way he’s practically bursting a hole in his cargos, growing harder by the second. He grinds it against your ass, a soft moan escaping his lips as his cock makes contact with you through his pants. He turns you around once more, your back now shoved against the desk. You waste no time hopping on top of it, parting your legs as König’s head dives back between your thighs. He licks and sucks at your clit like a man starved, and a man starved he was. The taste of you on his tongue was enough to make his balls tighten with arousal and his chest to burn with red hot passion. He got off on pleasing you, the masculine power he felt while hearing your moans and whimpers slide off your tongue like hot honey. And to know he was the cause for them drove him mad.

He continues his wrath on your pussy, his tongue lapping at all the right spots. He leaves no part of your cunt unlicked as you writhe beneath him, your thighs tightening around his head.

“You taste like heaven, mein liebe. What a lucky man I am.” He purrs, his hands making their way between your thighs, prying them open. He rises a few inches from your heat, staring down at your pussy as if it were a prized possession. A trophy to reward him for his bloody endeavors. He wastes no time in diving back between your legs, a groan escaping his lips as he finishes his work on you. He rises to his feet, looming over you. His dog tags dangle over your face, glistening in the lights of his office. They sway back and forth, hypnotizing you as you try to catch a glimpse of the engraving on the battered metal.

Before you could protest, you hear his pants drop to the floor and the tip of his monstrous cock slides between your folds. He lets out a grunt as he lubricates himself with you, slapping his heavy shaft against your clit repeatedly. Your body jolts as he does this, the wrath of his tongue still coursing through your veins. He chuckles at your sensitivity to him, your body’s response to him being nothing more than primal. He mewls in the way his actions grip you, his every touch making you whine, moan, and whimper against your will.

He leans down to your face, lifting his mask over his chin as he latches on to your lips. The hot breath from his nose wafts into yours, forcing you to practically inhale him as if he were the last bit of oxygen on earth. He parts from the kiss, looking downwards as he pushes into your tight walls. You watch him as he thrusts ever so slightly, his cock meeting resistance only halfway.

“Open up for me, love.” He purrs, his accent thick on his tongue. You moan aloud against his shoulder, forcing yourself to take him all. The pressure inside of you is indescribable, the pain of him splitting you in two being practically palpable.

“Shhh, I know Schatz. I know. You are taking me so well already.” He purrs. You can hear the satisfaction in his voice, knowing how he’s enjoying your delicious pain. He knows he’s ruined you for any other man. He’s well aware of the fact that you both have started something you cannot finish, how your conscience screams and tears at you to beware of the consequences of this newfound addiction. Yet you stay there, your legs spread for him and your plushy walls fluttering around his cock as if you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Braves Mädchen. Look how well you are taking me” (Good girl) his voice comes out strained, struggling to keep himself from utterly destroying you right there on his desk, not a care in the world about who could hear you scream and cry as he pounds into you mercilessly. His thrusts take up speed, the desk groaning and creaking under your weights as you bite your lip, begging yourself not to let the entire base know what was happening behind that door. His hand travels up your chest, resting on your throat as his other hand finds its way to your clit. He thumbs at it rhythmically, in sync with his thrusts. Your mouth hangs agape, a familiar warmth and tightness forming in your core. You aren’t far from your end, trying to fight it away with every fiber of your being, as to let this moment last forever.

“König” you strain, his head snapping up to watch your face as the pleasure rips through you. Your thighs shake and tremble around his waist, his thrusts speeding up as he fucks you slower, deeper. He groans and grunts as he keeps his eyes on you, your face contorting and your eyes crossing as he doesn’t let up.

“That’s right, my good girl. Let it take you” his thrusts falter as his hand leaves your clit. He grabs your legs, pushing them against your chest as he presses his weight against them. You feel the pressure grow in your chest, his pace slowly but steadily rising and slowing as he feels himself about to burst at the seams. You watch his eyes behind his sniper hood as they soften, his grunts turning into whines and groans as he slams into you, all the way to the hilt. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, followed by the warmth of his seed spilling into you deeply. He halts, breathing over you heavily while he lets your legs fall back around his waist. He leans down, resting his head on your breasts.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you stare at the ceiling, caressing the mountain of a man. A tear rolls down your cheek, falling onto the desk below you.

🌷

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[jackkilmerlvr]

Tom loves buying you little gifts; that cost a lot of money.

tom walked in carrying small bags in his hands, you assumed he just came from the mall, as you continued watching interviews on the television with gustav. his cheeky smile didn't go unnoticed by you though as he scurried off into your shared bedroom quickly after greeting you.

curiosity got the best of you eventually, so you soon after left gustav and went to see your boyfriend.

the door squeaked open at your arrival, tom shuffling around the room in and out of the bags. his movement halted when you stepped in as his head dramatically turned like a bat caught in sunlight.

"Hey babe, do you mind stepping out for a bit?" He spoke out, throwing the mystery items back into the miscellaneous bags. she sighed, sitting on the corner of the bed furthest from his suspicious activity. "I hope you didn't buy anything else for me, you just gifted me that dinner last week."

tom frowned, spinning around from the bags to look at his beloved girlfriend. his bottom lip poked out mockingly as he put his hands together and walked towards her. "meine liebe, a silly dinner is not enough for someone as beautiful as you." he whined, picking up her fingers to connect them to his own.

"someone like you needs to be spoiled," lifting your intertwined hands to spin you around. "by me."

you laughed softly, obliging to his wishes. "So, what'd you get me anyway." she questioned, leaning over to get a look behind him at the bags.

he smiled at her confidently before ordering her to turn around as he pulled the gifts out of the bags. she heard a bit of ruffling and the sound of boxes hitting the ground before he finally announced she could turn around.

she turned around half expecting a puppy to jump out onto her the way he was hiding the gifts. but instead she was met with a bundle of beautiful pink dahlias and a hat.

she narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side softly at the hat, picking up the flowers and sniffing them with a confused smile.

tom laughed at her, picking up the hat and leading her by her shoulders to the mirror, placing the hat on her head softly with a smirk.

she adjusted her hair, and turned her head both ways to examine the gift. once she turned to the right she saw it, the word 'Kaulitz' written in toms signature embedded into the side of the hat that was her favorite color.

her face light up into a shy smile, arms instantly going to his neck to embrace her lover.

maybe the gifts weren't too bad, after all they were from the one and only Tom Kaulitz. :)

a/n: MY WRITERS BLOCK IS DICK RIDING ME SO BAD RN. trust me, i have seen the request you guys have sent, i started working but then this kicked in. so for now im just finishing shit that was almsot done. i will have the request done sometime. dont hate me.

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[kisses444katie]

shattered heart (t.k)

a/n: heyyy cutie patooties this is my first post, i hope you enjoy ♡

(not proofread)

(last part heavily inspired by the lovely @thenighthekate)

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

you were so, so naive. how could you believe those kind words, those sugary sweet affirmations? your infatuation had been your ultimate demise.

hair whipping your tear stained cheeks, pillowed lips parted as if words were to escape from between them, but failed to. hands clutched around the steering wheel so tight. your soul ached, heart shattered into thousands of shards.

losing any sense of yourself, you sped down the busy road, city lights blinding your already blurred vision. "fuck him," you coughed between sobs, "why did i give in, get myself involved?"

flashes of the scene unfolded before you, now drilled into your mind, replaying, replaying, replaying. "i gave my life for him, my innocence, my soul, my happiness," you muttered to yourself breathlessly, the volume slowly increasing, "and it was never fucking good enough." you spat, as you took a sharp turn.

it wasn't until you brought the car to a sudden halt and climbed out, slamming the door behind you that you heard the all too familiar screeching tires of another car.

your figure stiffened, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. you couldn't bring yourself to turn around, couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye.

"meine liebe."

venom laced words leaving from between your lips, "don't call me that."

silence.

regaining your composure, you slowly turned to him, your gaze fixed on his. "i thought i knew you, thought i could read you," venom leaving your voice, it became softer, filled with sorrow. "thought i was different, had more to me, more to me that you wanted."

"but i guess your whole 'womanizing bad boy' persona applied to me too."

"guess the lines were blurred for you, hm?" you mumbled, "couldn't tell if i was a fling or not."

a soft look plastered across his face, his beautiful face that you couldn't help but adore even after everything. "you were always more than that, you are always more than that to me."

more tears had threatened to escape your glistening eyes, "why'd you do it then?"

"i felt lost, i feel lost"

"i don't know why i did it ______, i love you so fucking much, i regret it, you'll always be the only one-"

"you and i both know i won't," you cut him off, voice cracking as sobs had been released from between your plump lips, tears dripping down your plush cheeks.

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

your mind was dazed, smoke waltzing in your tired lungs, a cigarette held in place by your fingers.

his strong arms slung around your drained body, your limbs aching. doe eyes stinging from previous tears gazing upon the city scape.

his soft kisses travelled from your neck to your damp cheek. "i love you's" spilling from his lips. his words continued to be as sweet as honey.

yeah, you were beyond infatuated. it was inexplicable. the way you longed for him, needed him. 

you were a moth to a flame, you got too close and ended up burned. this sick love created an illusion of beauty where your heart should’ve been.

he had you unravelled completely, every little thing about you engraved into his mind. you should have ran when you had the chance but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t resist his hold. when his cruel betrayals stabbed daggers into your already open wounds, he’d just kiss them away. at the end of the day you always found yourself by his side.

your heart may shatter, but its shards will always reflect the light of your everlasting love for tom. forever.

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

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[audible-smiles]

So, I think I may have accidentally found the worst book ever written by a human being.

I don't know if you guys have ever heard of Savitri Devi; she was a Hitler stan who moved from Greece to India, got really excited about "Aryan" racial mythology, changed her name, and tried to fuse Nazism with Hinduism. A lot of her ideology is patently absurd (e.g. Hitler is an avatar of Vishnu), but none of it is funny because she spent her entire life actively trying to build a coalition of the most violently racist people you can imagine. Hindutva paramilitary groups, American neo-Nazis, early ecofascists; you name them, she probably went to their meetings and wrote propaganda for them.

So, knowing this, it makes one feel particularly deranged to learn that she also wrote fiction about- and from the POV of- her many cats.

The book in question is called Long-Whiskers and the Two-Legged Goddess, or The True Story of a "most objectionable Nazi" and half-a-dozen Cats.

Published in 1965, this text features a protagonist named "Heliodora", who Devi admits in the introduction is just her lightly fictionalized self-insert. In the beginning Heliodora heroically rescues a stray kitten and its mother, but then the narrative grinds to a halt to explain the weird racial theories that brought her to India, before it picks right back up with the cat fancying. Here is an excerpt that may convey a little of how jarring these transitions can be:

"An unexpected thought crossed Heliodora’s mind, like a flash of lightning: “Had I gone to Europe in 1939, or even in 1940, 1 should not have had this lovely creature, nor, in fact, any of these cats to which I have given a home. They probably all would have been dead, by now — would have died of misery, in some gutter, without love, poor beautiful felines!” And a strange question followed that thought: “Was it for them that I was fated to remain here?” She knew the thought was a nonsensical one and the question too. For of what account was the life and happiness of any creatures, nay, of any human beings, including her own, compared with the Service of the Aryan Reich and of the Cause of truth?

It is all. Fucking. Like This. There are grim descriptions of feline suffering contrasted with long, ecstatic descriptions of her cats learning to trust the only nice human in the world (her). There are passages on the virtue of vegetarianism and the evils of (especially Kosher) slaughterhouses. She thinks it's a great idea to do medical experiments on criminals rather than animals! She thinks kids who throw rocks at cats should have their hands cut off! She starts chapters with direct quotes from Mein Kampf! When her favorite cat runs away she writes the (fully imaginary) story of his adventures on the streets, including him having cat sex. Here is the cat sex:

"The coquettish she-cat jumped up and ran away, only to stop again some twenty yards further and again to roll in the grass, calling for love, — and again to ran away as soon as the lover was about to take her. At last, however, — after many an unsuccessful leap and further and further galloping in the moonshine, Long- whiskers overcame her faked resistance and possessed her. He forgot himself, and she — his black silky panther — forgot herself. Their individualities ceased for a while to exist, and in him, the eternal He-Cat, Creator and Lord of everything, and in her, the co-eternal, sphinx-like, dark Feline Mother, Lady of all Life, once more mingled their opposite polarities and took consciousness of their double Godhead, as they had been doing for millions and millions of years. And once more the divine spark — the Creative Lightning — flashed through their furry bodies, and the daily miracle took place: there was life in the female’s womb."

Sooooo......anyway...........the lost cat finds its way back to her, but has caught feline distemper and dies in her arms, but then he is REINCARNATED IN ENGLAND, as a kitten in a decent (white) home where his family loves him. Heliodora is coincidentally going back to Europe at this time (she lists her religion as "national socialist" on the travel paperwork), which means we get pages and pages of her obsessing over every 'misstep' in the war, and Germany's tragic loss, but more importantly, she meets a random cat and he is (unknown to her), the reincarnation of her beloved Long-whiskers, the Cat Who Fucked. She sees that he's well-fed and happy and is like "I finally understand why Hitler was so nice to the British; they treat cats well so I guess they're Aryan too". I am not making any of this up:

“They have poured streams of fire over Germany; betrayed their own race; identified themselves with its worst enemies ...”

“Prrr, prrr, prrr,” purred back the cat; “that is because they had been (as they are still being) misled, deceived. But one day they shall wake up from their delusion, tum against their bad shepherds, and help the people of their own blood to build up a new Europe — the very Europe of your dreams, in which we creatures will all be happy — for they are good people at heart; good people like Aryans generally are, taken as a whole. Prrr, prrr, prrr . . . The proof of it is that they have taken such good care of me! Prrrrrrrrr . . .”

This version of her cat grows old and dies. Meanwhile, Heliodora is arrested and imprisoned for distributing Nazi propaganda. When she gets out, she meets the reincarnation of a different cat she had left behind in India. (All of her cats want to find her again after death because they love her so very much.) In between her banal, mundane descriptions of caring for this new cat, she describes her various arrests, interrogations, and brief periods of imprisonment. And then she moves, gives that cat away and gets another fucking cat. It is at this point where I completely lose track of which cat is meant to be the reincarnation of which other cat; this woman goes through cats like potato chips. She says she doesn't even love them as individuals, but as one piece of "the intangible Essence of Catdom", so I guess it doesn't fucking matter whether I know their names or not.

This woman's primary thesis is "human suffering doesn't matter, only animal suffering matters" and she beats it into the ground. Her secondary thesis is that national socialism is the one true religion and will save the world. Not only is this a deeply self-obsessed, morally incoherent, grotesque piece of writing, it is also boring as hell. It's half stories about how people who are mean to animals all deserve to get murdered, and half a travelogue where the protagonist goes on screeds about race-mixing every time she visits a new city. While you're reading it you feel as if time has stopped, and you will be stuck reading this terrible book for the rest of your life. All she knows how to do is repeat her two ideas over and over again. Honestly, it reads like heavy-handed satire of a very specific type of white woman. Heliodora wears golden swastika earrings.

I'm exhausted. Never read this book.

#nazi cw #nazis cw #books #just...really terrible books

[muffylya]

❝my knight in shining armour, rescue me!❞

fem reader x blue lock boys ♡♡

including the blue lock character(s) ;; rin itoshi, yukimiya kenyu, michael kaiser (maybe a bit ooc for some, sorry !!)

synopsis ;; you are a princess who has been forced into an arranged marriage for power, but your knight is here to save you in the midst of it all!

no reposts, translation without permission please!

rin itoshi

your knight that would shine amongst the others. his personality is aloof, and so remote. you like him since he's not too much of a hassle, but he doesn't like the fact you're getting married tonight.

"halt 'tis wedding on forth!" the knight announced audibly across the lit-up, peaceful banquet hall.

you were caught up in your own despair–you didn't realize your knight breaking in! your face was one of shock and bewilderment. you didn't expect the knight to crash your wedding so unexpectedly.

rin's gaze landed on yours,and he appeared to be furious..furious over what? you squinted your eyes to see rin more distinctly, only to find him marching towards you with firm steps.

your mouth was agape, brain racking for words which came out as a stammer as you saw him approach you briskly. and in one swift move, rin held your back and lifted your legs; resulting in a bridal carry.

"rin!" you gasped lightly as your breath hitched of anticipation. your eyes caught a glimpse of your groom's face, then comparing it to rin's.

the groom's face was filled with undeniable anger, and with such unavoidable rage that was in contrast to rin's facial expression which was unusual; a smug,faint smirk plastered as if rin just stole someone's girl (which he did).

yukimiya kenyu

you were saying your beloved, dearly vows to the groom which you loathed to be with–not like you genuinely loved him! all pretend!

but,the microphone was snatched from your hand by someone standing beside you. you whip your head to face him, startled.

it was..yukimiya! the pacifist, charming knight you've found yourself swooning over!

"i won't accept nor give away my lady like that!" the pacifist knight states through the mic so confidently. as if he had a plan in mind, yet he seemed adorable whilst announcing it.

"i yearn for my beloved lady to have the genuine, sparkling love in this marriage. not arranged, nor forced..no." yukimiya firmly protested infront of the shocks of the crowd.

yukimiya pulls you closer by his free arm, protecting you in his grasp which made you feel safe and protected.

he places a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, "no matter, 'tis wedding shalln't be furthered on. i know how the princess worries." he smiled at you lovingly.

michael kaiser

your wedding was ongoing so well, you became worried as you were stuttering your vows.

even the gazes of noble members nerved you, which didn't help with your lingering fear and anxiety of forcing yourself to be married to another man you don't know.

you were almost at the end of your vows, but before that—an uproaring, blasting sound came from the windows of the hall.

it was..a hooded figure,creeping upon the moonlight and just sitting there. knights rush to catch up with the hooded figure to protect you and the groom.

but his agility was too fast for them to even reach out for the hooded figure. assuming he was a threat to remove,he immediately sweeped you off your feet and carried you like a princess. except you are.

when you inquired him for his name–the shadowy, dark figure laughed.

"meine prinzessin, you shalln't worry much. i'm your knight, michael kaiser." he introduced himself to you in a proud, arrogant tone.

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[strictpunishedhubby]

Verängstigt und ergeben stehe ich schon wieder mit meinem frisch versohlten Po in der Ecke. Es ist schon die fünfte Tracht Prügel, die ich in den letzten 5 Tagen bekommen habe, für heute schon die zweite, und meine Frau hat mir angekündigt, in 4 Stunden um 19 Uhr, bevor ich ins Bett zu gehen habe, bekomme ich eine weitere Rohrstockstrafe! Sie würde ab sofort drastischere Maßnahmen ergreifen um mich zu einem ihr ergebenen, und jederzeit folgsamen Ehemann zu erziehen. Jede von mir auch nur kleinste Ungezogenheit, Unfolgsamkeit oder Respektlosigkeit wird sie mit für mich empfindlichen Prügelstrafen ahnden. Sie rate mir dringend, zukünftig meine Haushaltsaufgaben gewissenhaft zu verrichten und mich jederzeit gehorsam zu verhalten und ich es ja nicht wagen sollte ihr zu widersprechen, wenn ich nicht weiterhin so wie in den letzten Tagen ständig mit versohltem Hintern mehrmals täglich lange Zeiten in der Ecke verbringen möchte. Zu meiner Ermahnung und zur schnelleren Handhabung wird der Rohrstock, ein großer Kochlöffel und der Teppichklopfer ständig griffbereit und deutlich sichtbar auf dem Wohnzimmertisch liegen, solange bis ich ihr eine Woche lang keinen Anlass dazu gebe, meinen Po versohlen zu müssen.

In vielen Ehen ist es üblich, dass Frauen ihre Männer lenken, kontrollieren und auch bestrafen, allerdings erziehen sie ihre Ehemänner nicht so streng und in der Art und Weise wie meine Frau, nämlich mit Prügelstrafen, Eckestehen und frühe Bettzeiten. Bei uns ist es allerdings so, meine Frau steht auf dem Standpunkt, ohne harte, konsequente Bestrafungen wäre ich nicht würdig mit ihr verheiratet zu sein, denn ein Mann habe seine Frau zu dienen und zu gehorchen. Wenn ich sie während sie meinen nackten Po hart und ausgiebig malträtiert flehentlich um Nachsicht bitte, erinnert sie mich daran, sie hat schon vor unserer Ehe mir jedes Mal meinen Po versohlt, wenn ich ihr nicht gehorcht habe oder sie mit meiner Verhaltensweise unzufrieden war. Ja sie hat mir sogar schon damals mehrmals angekündigt, wenn wir erstmal verheiratet sind, wird sie meine Bestrafungen wesentlich rigoroser handhaben. Trotzdem oder vielleicht aus diesem Grund war ich so verliebt in sie, liebe sie noch immer noch so sehr! Ich war vor Glück berauscht, als sie mir ihr Jawort gab. Ich weiß, ich bin der Typ von Mann, der eindeutige Regeln braucht, die bei meiner Nichteinhaltung streng bestraft werden.

Ich halte es für gerechtfertigt für meine Missetaten von meiner Frau bestraft zu werden, auch mit scharf durchgeführten Prügelstrafen, aber schon bei der Ankündigung einer Tracht Prügel bereue ich aus Angst was mich gleich erwartet, eine so strenge Frau zu lieben und geheiratet zu haben, aber auch über mein schlechtes Verhalten, das ich durch mein hemmungsloses Schluchzen und Weinen und durch akribische Durchführung aller Befehle meiner Frau zum Ausdruck bringe. Ich würde alles tun, wenn sie mir meine Strafe erlassen würde. Am liebsten würde ich davonlaufen, würde es aber aus Angst vor der Reaktion meiner Frau und die daraus resultierenden für mich negativen Folgen niemals wagen. Meine Frau stellt sich ihrer Aufgabe mich streng zu bestrafen und zu drillen, sie ist durchsetzungsstark, liebt es mich zu beherrschen und es liegt in unserer Ehe in dem Verantwortungsbereich meiner Frau mich zu ihrem ergebenen, folgsamen Ehemann zu ihrer Zufriedenheit zu erziehen. Die Umsetzung liegt demzufolge alleine in ihrer Hand, ohne dass ich folgerichtig über Art und Durchführung meiner Bestrafungen ein Mitsprachrecht habe. Bei Protest oder ich Uneinsichtigkeit habe ich jedes Mal wegen meines verstockten Verhaltens weitere Prügel bezogen, Züchtigungen fielen noch härter aus, gleichzeitig verhängte sie strenge Zusatzstrafen. Auch wenn oft das Schimpfen meiner Frau mein Geheule und Gejammer während und nach meinen Züchtigungen zu hören sind, so führen wir doch eine harmonische Ehe, denn meine Frau als meine Erzieherin und ich als ihr unmündiger Rotzlöffel entspricht unsere Persönlichkeiten.

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Frightened and surrendered, I'm standing in the corner again with my freshly spanked bottom. It is the fifth caning I have received in the last 5 days, the second for today, and my wife told me that in 4 hours at 7 p.m. I get another caning before I had to go to bed! From now on she would take more drastic measures to raise me to be a devoted and obedient husband at all times. She will punish me with severe beatings for even the slightest act of naughtiness, insubordination or disrespect on my part. She strongly advises me to carry out my household tasks conscientiously in the future and to behave obediently at all times and not I shouldn't dare to contradict her, if I don't want to continue to spend long periods of time in the corner with my bottom spanked several times a day, if I don't want to continue spending long periods of time in the corner with my bottom spanked several times a day, like the last few days. To remind me and to speed things up, the cane, a large wooden spoon and the carpet beater will always be within easy reach and clearly visible on the living room table until I don't give her any reason to spank my bottom for a week.

In many marriages it is common for women to direct, control and punish their husbands, however, they do not discipline their husbands as strictly and in the way that my wife does, namely with spanking, corner standing and early bedtimes. In our case, however, my wife is of the opinion that without harsh, consistent punishments I would not be worthy of being married to her, because a man has to serve and obey his wife. When I beg her for leniency while she abuses my bare bottom hard and extensively, she reminds me that she used to spank my bottom every time before we were married, whenever I didn't obey her or she was dissatisfied with my behavior. Yes, she even announced to me several times back then that once we were married, she would handle my punishments much more rigorously. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, I was so in love with her, still love her so much! I was intoxicated with happiness when she said yes to my marriage proposal. I know I'm the type of man who needs clear rules with strict punishments if I don't follow them.

I believe it is justified to be punished by my wife for my misdeeds, including with severe beatings, but already at the announcement of a beating I regret it for fear of what awaits me soon to love and had married such a strict woman, but also about my behavior, I which I expressed through my uninhibited sobbing and crying and through meticulously following all of my wife's orders express. I would do anything if she would waive my punishment. I would love to run away, but I would never dare to do so for fear of my wife's reaction and the resulting negative consequences for me. My wife takes on her task of punishing and drilling me severely, she is assertive, loves to dominate me and in our marriage it is my wife's responsibility to train me to be a devoted, obedient husband to her satisfaction. The implementation is therefore solely in her hands, without me having any say in the nature and implementation of my punishments. Whenever I protested or showed lack of insight, I received further beatings because of my stubborn behavior. The punishment was even harsher, and at the same time she imposed severe additional punishments. Even though my wife's scolding and howling and whining can often be heard during and after my punishments, we still have a harmonious marriage because my wife as my governess and I as her underage cheeky brat correspond to our personalities.

[deutsche-bahn]

Ich habe mir endlich ein neues (stark gebrauchtes) Fahrrad geholt, da meines mit nem irreparablen Marderschaden in irgendeiner Garage steht. Habe mir dafür den E-Roller meines kleinen Bruders geliehen und mich auf den Weg zu dem seriösen Verkäufer meiner Wahl (ebay kleinanzeigen halt) aufgemacht. Dumm nur dass Google Maps sich entschieden hat, mich straight über irgendwelche Feldwege zu führen, die den fucking Namen nicht verdient hatten. Irgendwann stand ich mit meinem dummen E-Roller einfach im Schlamm.

Gut, egal, dann schieb ich halt für vier Kilometer. Kein Ding. Ich bin auch nur minimal zu spät gekommen.

Der Verkäufer war dann leider erst mal besorgt, ob das Rad nicht zu groß für mich sei. Er hätte ja auch noch ein Jugendrad zu verkaufen. Ich versichere ihm dass, nein, wirklich, ich bin 20 und würde lieber von einem Auto erfasst werden als weiter mit einem Jugendrad durch die Weltgeschichte zu gurken. Weil Ego halt. Gut, er hat mir dann tatsächlich doch das gottverdammte Rad verkauft. Jetzt musste ich nur mit Rad und E-Roller zurück.

Ja, kein Thema für einen Meister der unnötig gefährlichen Manöver wie mich. Es ist ein bisschen umständlich, Roller und Fahrrad gleichzeitig zu schieben. Es ist aber noch viel umständlicher, Roller zu fahren und dabei ein Fahrrad zu schieben.

Hierzu ein paar Anmerkungen:

-du hast die Roller-Hand auf dem Gas, nicht auf der Bremse. Du kannst nicht bremsen, weil du dafür den Roller komplett loslassen müsstest. Du kannst höchstens abspringen

-das ist der E-Roller meines Bruders. Der "drück dreimal hintereinander auf den Knopf und dann kann der 30 fahren" Roller. Das Gaspedal ist durch die nicht vorgesehene Funktion etwas... feinfühlig. Solltest du es also mit nur einer Hand bedienen, mit der du dich gleichzeitig festhältst, idk, weil du vielleicht noch ein Fahrrad umklammerst, ist es sehr schwer sich nicht aus Versehen mit 30 kmh in einen Vorgarten zu katapultieren

-Google Maps haut dir im Fahrradmodus Anweisungen erst immer im letzten Moment um die Ohren. Das ist ungünstig, wenn du gerade a la Ungarische Post durch's Wohngebiet donnerst und nicht bremsen kannst

#not the bahn #german stuff

[forestlion]

Das Schwoben-Manifesto: eine Übernatürlich-Fanfiktion

Die Gebrüder Wuppertal saßen bedächtig am Küchentisch in ihrem Zweiter-Weltkrieg-Bunker und löffelten Hochzeitstütensuppe von Knorr, als plötzlich eine 1,79cm große Gestalt vor ihnen auftauchte.

"Jungs", grunzte Karsten Engeldesherrn - seines Zeichens halb Mann, halb Brieftaube - mit röchelnder Lunge. "Ich habe einen neuen Fall für TKKG, die Profis in spe. T steht für Tieter, K für Karsten, K für Kamuel und G für Gute Laune. Spe steht für das Waschmittel mit dem Fuchs."

"TKKG? Ich dachte, wir hätten uns auf die Drei Semikolons;;; geeinigt?", fragte Samuel Wuppertal und stellte seine Club Mate zur Seite, aber so, dass die Kamera das Logo einfing.

"Ich dachte, wir sind die plus/minus fünf Freunde?", meinte Dieter Wuppertal und ließ die Gummiträger seiner schwarzen BDSM-Lack- und Lederhose schnalzen.

Karsten zuckte mit den Schultern und ließ seinen fliederfarbenen Fjällräven Kanken-Rucksack auf den Boden neben dem Tisch plumpsen. Mit einem Seufzer zog er sich auch seine beige Patagonia-Daunenjacke aus, die er günstig auf www Punkt bergsteiger Punkt de ergattert hatte. “Lirum, Larum.”, sagte Karsten und setzte sich zu den Ehrlich Brothers an den Tisch. 

"Dann schieß mal los, Karsti.", sagte Samu und haute mit seiner Elefantenhand auf die Tischfläche, sodass das blumige Porzellangeschirr mit Goldakzenten klirrte. 

"Ich besitze weder eine Schusswaffe, noch eine Schusswaffenlizenz, mein werter Herr Gesangsverein.", entgegnete der Engel unbeeindruckt und mit gerunzelter Stirn, die Falten und Wellen auf seinem Gesicht schlug. 

"Boah, jetzt sag halt!", murrte Diddi ungeduldig und fuhr sich durch sein kurzgeschorenes Haar, Seiten - wie immer - auf null. 

"Hetz mich nicht!", hisste Karsten. "Also. Ihr werdet's mir echt nicht glauben, aber ich war in… in… Stuttgart."

Die zwei Brüder atmeten erschrocken ein, schauten sich gegenseitig an, atmeten erschrocken wieder aus, erblickten Karsten, der langsam nickte, atmeten erneut erschrocken und furchtvoll ein. Sie brüteten für einen Moment sprachlos über ihrer kalt gewordenen Suppe. Dann ergriff Dieter das Maggi-Geschmacksverstärkerfläschchen, das neben den Backerbsen stand mit zitternder Hand.

“Alter, ich war in der Hölle… Samu war im Käfig mit Luzifer… wir waren im Fegefeuer… aber… aber Stuttgart? Heimat und Headquarters von Big Schwoben? Karsten…”, sagte Diddi mit bebender Stimme. 

"Es war schlimm. Ich habe menschliche Abgründe gesehen, die noch nie zuvor von einem lebenden Wesen gesehen worden waren… nicht einmal der Teufel wäre so niederträchtig…”, gestand der Engel kopfschüttelnd. “Nicht meinem schlimmsten Feind würde ich es wünschen, Stuttgart und Umgebung erleben zu müssen.”

Diddi und Samu nickten zustimmend. Sie hatten von Stuttgart gehört, allerdings nichts Gutes. 

“Und es war…”

“War was?”

“Es war K… Kehrwoch…”, flüsterte Karsten mit schwacher Stimme.

Samuel sprang vom Tisch auf, Dieter vergrub sein Gesicht in seinen Händen.

“Verflixt und zugenäht!”, schimpfte Samu. “Hippopotamusbullenpropellerschwanzmist! ” 

“Es tut mir so leid, Karsten.”, schniefte Dieter. “Das ist böse, richtig böse.”

“Und der Fall, den ich für uns gefunden habe, ist in…”

“Sag es nicht! Sag es nicht!”

 

“Stuttgart.”

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[windelgirl3010]

Es ist nachmittag und ich sitze im Zug auf dem Weg zu meiner Frau meiner DOM. Wenn ich an Sie denke, wenn ich an das denke was wir in den letzten Wochen am Telefon oder via WhatsApp gesprochen oder geschrieben haben läuft mir ein wohlig warmer Schauer den Rücken hinunter. Wir haben uns länger nicht persönlich gesehen. Ich hatte unsagbare Sehnsucht. Also bin ich nun auf dem Weg zu Ihr. Die Bahn fährt und glücklicherweise streikt sie nicht. Die Bahnhöfe rauschen an mir vorbei.

Meine Handtasche steht neben mir auf dem Sitz. Darin sind Windeln ein paar Toys ein Halsband in Schwarz und Handschellen. Meine DOM hat angeordnet das ich auf dem Weg zu Ihr meinen Plug zu tragen habe.

Ich habe meinen Schwarzen 5,2 cm Plug gewählt. Er füllt mich aus ich spüre die Dehnung deutlich. Es lässt mich feucht werden. Meine Windel füllt sich immer mal wieder und ich spüre die Dehnung und die Wärme in der Windel. Was ein kitzel.

Nun bin ich endlich angekommen.

Sie meine DOM trägt ein heisses Outfit. Ich will Sie will sie so wie sie da in Ihrer Wohnung steht verführen. Mir nimmt sie gekonnt die Kleidung ab. Meine Regel ist es bei Ihr trage ich Windeln und zu Anfang darf ich meinen BH tragen. Ansonsten nichts. Aber Sie macht mich extrem an mit Ihrem Outfit. Sie trägt schwarze Overknees einen long Pulli ... darunter eine Windel die drunter gevor schaut und leise knistert. Oh wie ich Sie will. Leider habe ich nicht viel zu wollen ...

Einen Moment später hat sie meine Hände in die Handschellen gesteckt das kalte Eisen lässt mich kurz erstarren.

Das Bondage Seil hängt an Ihrer Türe Zarge von der Decke Sie fädelt die Handschellen gekonnt darin ein ...

Ich stehe dort bekleidet in Windel (weiss) und BH (rot)... ein toller Kontrast.

Sie flüstert mir von hinten ins Ohr .. "Ich habe eine Überraschung für meine Brave sub" !!!! Sie entfernt sich und holt wohl etwas ich sehe Sie nicht.

Da saugst etwas durch die Luft ein windhauch der meinen Rücken streift. Ich erstarre. Einen weiteren Moment später erwischt mich dieses Etwas am Po es saust auf mich hinab und hinterlässt auf dieser Stelle ein wohliges Kribbeln ich stöhne auf frage mich was das wohl sein mag. Sie lässt ES weiter auf meinen Po schnellen auf meine Oberschenkel hinten auf den Innenseiten und plötzlich dreht Sie mich. Das Bondage Seil in das die Handschellen eingeklickt sind lässt Bewegung zu. Ich schaue MEINER DOM in die Augen sie zwingt mich meine Augen offen zu halten. Etwas was mir in dieser Situation schwer fällt.

Ein weiterer Schlag erwischt meinen Venushügel. Autsch ich winde mich meine Hände über meinem Kopf können mich nicht schützen. Ich schaue an mir runter da ist das ETWAS in Ihrer Hand... eine Rosa farbene Gerte mit dunkel Leder Griff und einen Leder Viereck an der Spitze. Ok dieses Viereck hat mich schon ein paar mal getroffen. Meine Haut glüht. Ich will mehr... Meine DOM tritt an mich heran küsst mich und flüstert Alles Gute Nachträglich zum Geburtstag meine brave sub diese Gerte gehört ab heute Dir und wird Dir Freude und Lust bereiten...

Sie treibt mich auf die Spitze Sie lässt die Gerte immer wieder auf mich herab prasseln. Ich stöhne... und bin feucht ... bin aber auch stolz auf meine DOM das Sie mir solch Freude bereitet. Und viel mehr bin ich überrascht von mir selber. Ich halte mehr aus als ich denke. Bin stärker als ich empfand.

Als sie meinen Orgasmus und die Explosion in mir heraufsteigen sieht schlägt Sie zwei drei gekonnte Schläge auf meinen Kitzler. Ich stöhe bin erschöpft und grad total erledigt. Meine DOM löst die Fesseln und ich falle vor Erschöpfung ihr vor die Füsse. Ich lande auf den Knien. Falle auf die Unterarme. Meine Nippel spüren das kalte Laminat. Ich bin in Trance und liege meiner DOM zu Füssen bin ganz bei mir ...

Langsam realisiere ich was hier grad passiert ist. Bekomme die Hand meiner DOM entgegen gestreckt Sie hilft mir auf die Füsse. Habe immer noch weiche Knie. Und sehe jetzt erst das ich keine Windel mehr trage und mein BH liegt auf dem Boden neben mir. Zudem muss ich realisieren das Sie mir den Plug gezogen hat. Was hat Sie nur getan ...

Ich bin dankbar. Meine Liebste DOM @babyladyvivian das ich Dich gefunden habe. Bin stets die Deine ....