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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 2 months

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Eye in the sky.

König X reader (codename: eagle).Pt.2

Tension increased between you and könig, is this the beginning of a friendship?

Warning: long story, spelling/ grammatical errors, this is maybe not very interesting but I promise the next part will be better.

Pt.3

You started to sing to calm your nerves, his look is burning your skin, you can't focus, the memory of his laugh is on your mind, you want to know what it was so funny, did he enjoy what he did to this man? Was he laughing about something else?.

- He'll survive.

König said to you, you turned to look at him, you're angry, how can he say that? The man is half dead.

- Yeah, I would prefer him dead, he will not recover from this.

- well, I bet he will prefer that too.

You sighed and continued your work.

- Did you enjoy it König?

- What?

- You were laughing... I wonder if you enjoyed torture this guy.

- Do you think I was laughing about it?

- well I...

- Listen, kleine Maus , just like you, I'm only doing my job, do I enjoy every second of it? Nein but this is what I do when they don't want to cooperate.

- He looks as if an animal attacked him!

- He did this to himself. He could speak as soon as he was captured, but no, he made a decision, all this happened because he chose it!

He was right, it wasn't his fault, he just did what it needed to obtain the information.

Both stayed in silence until Roze appeared at the doorframe.

- König, the captain is back, he wants to talk about the information we got.

- Coming.

You stayed in silence, focusing on your work, he stopped at the door and looked you once more.

- in case you still want to know why I was laughing, I was laughing because I told Horangi how good sniper you are.

He left you alone, you finished doing some bandages, called Ghost and Soap, they took the man and put him on a truck, the driveway to the plane was silent. You were thinking about what happened between you and könig.

All of you were sitting, you were talking with Soap and Gaz about some targets you shoot, you felt eyes on you and you saw König, he had a bad bandage around his hand, you excused yourself with the guys and walked to him with your medical kit.

- Give me your hand.

- I'm fine.

- Don't be a brat and give me your hand König.

The tension between you invaded the whole plane, he sighed in annoyance and extended his hand to you. You know everybody is observing both of you, so once more you're humming.

- You can sing if you want.

He muttered.

- I don't think I have a good voice... König I want to apologize, I shouldn't have said what I said, you're right, you were just doing your job.

Your voice is soft, you can't see it but he's smiling under his mask.

- it's ok, we're fine now, don't we?

- Yes, we are.

You laughed a little bit, and finally the eye contact, both stayed like that for a moment, «Du bist wunderschön, Liebling» (you're beautiful, darling/love) he whispered.

- What did you say?

- Nothing, thanks for the bandage.

«Eagle, the hostage is awake, we will need you to sedate him!»

- well, I have work to do, I'll see you later Kö...

You smiled and went to check the hostage. König stayed in his seat, thinking about the interaction between you and him, once you landed you ran to the nursery with your patient, you stayed there until you could stabilize him.

Ghost went to check on you, since he didn't see you the rest of the day.

- Doc?

- Oh, hi Ghost, come in, do you need something?

- No, just checking on you, we haven't seen you since we arrived.

- Oh yes, it's all good, trying to keep this guy alive, at least until Laswell decides to talk to him.

- Yes, he really looks half dead, I told you, KorTac are... Wild.

- They just do the job we can't, it's not like they have other options I think.

- I... Saw you, talking with that guy... I forgot his name.

- König?

- Yeah, that one, I just want you to be careful, you already saw what he can do, Sargent.

- Are you worried about me Lt.? I'll be fine, I have a good connection with him during the mission, but that's all.

You're trying to be cocky and joke with Ghost but he simply doesn't look In the mood for it, he looks angry, so you try your best to reassure him you know what you're doing.

- And... Did they gone?

You couldn't contain yourself, you wanted to say goodbye, after all, they were good mission companions. Ghost stayed quiet for a moment.

- Ahhh yes, I have to go, Price wanted to see me.

- Oh... Okay, I'll see you at dinner guys.

Was that all? Did he really leave without saying goodbye? You continued your job, attended to other soldiers and kept yourself busy. After a while you decided to take a break, you went to the ceiling of the building to smoke a cigarette, to your surprise there was a giant shadow watching the sunset.

- König?

-Scheisse!

He jumped, you really scared him, he had the half of his mask up, you saw a scar close to his mouth before he put it back on, you laughed softly.

- Schatz, sorry I didn't hear you.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I thought you and your team were gone ...

- Nein, I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Who said that?

- It's good to know that, and was my Lt. He doesn't have the best opinion about you guys. Can I sit...?

You pointed to the empty space beside him, he nodded, you sat and turned your cigarette on, offered him one but he rejected it kindly. There you were, sitting in silence, admiring the sunset.

- So, how's your hand?

- It doesn't hurt, so I think I'm fine, Thanks again for the bandage, Liebling...

- if we're going to be friends you will have to translate those words or teach me German.

You joked and he laughed, you received a text, Price needed all the 141 for a reunion.

- Shit, I have to go, my team needs me.

You stood up and started to walk but then you went back, handling your phone to könig.

- Das?

You rolled your eyes, you just told him you don't understand when he speaks German.

- I suppose that word means "what?", can I have your number?

- Ah... Ja... for what?

- For stalking you! Duh, for what else? To send you a text some day. But if you don't want I totally understand.

He took the phone and registered his number, as soon as he gave it to you, your phone started to ring, Ghost was calling.

- Sorry Lieutenant, I'm on my way...

You wave a quick goodbye to König and left. They were just waiting for you, Laswell was there too.

You apologize and sit, Laswell was the first to talk.

- Doc, how's our hostage feeling?

- He's awake at the moment, if you want to talk with him, I think it is a good time, after what happened to him, he will sing like a bird easily.

Price smiled at you and continued.

- Thanks Eagle. Well team, we will have another mission, we still need some details, but as soon as we get all the information we'll have a meeting to plan everything.

«Yes Sir» everybody was standing from their seats when Laswell talked one more time.

- You will probably take KorTac with you again.

«WHAT?»

All the team except for you complained. You went back to your seat, you know this meeting will be longer than expected.

- It's probably a very dangerous terrorist group, KorTac is capable of carrying out international tactical operations. They can easily do what for us will take a lot of permissions and files and meetings. They'll do the job easily. We will just go there for information, or whatever we can find that will take us to our next step.

- Laswell, we don't need them, we're capable enough...

- John, this is risky, nobody can know we're involved, we're doing this under the water. KorTac covers us.

Price sighed, and just nodded, you and the rest left the room, you don't know why but you feel excited for the next Mission, you couldn't let the boys see this excitement so you tried to act serious and go back to the nursery.

You were ready to leave for dinner when König appeared with Roze and Horangi behind.

- Well, hello to all of you, it was a good mission, thanks for the help.

- It was a pleasure Doc.

- That's our job, we'll see you, I suppose.

Roze and Horangi shook hands with you and went out, König stayed in silence looking at you, you don't know what to do, Shake hands? Wave a goodbye? What? You're considering but before you could solve the problem, König took your hand.

- Good luck, Eagle, keep yourself safe out there.

- Good luck König, I hope to see you soon. And I'll text you so we can start my German lessons as soon as possible.

He laughed and nodded, both stayed in silence, just contemplating each other when somebody cleared his throat to catch your attention, Soap's voice interrupted you.

- Eagle...?

König let your hand go and just said Goodbye, he disappeared quickly, you decided to focus on something in your jacket.

- Yes Soap, what can I do for you?

- What was happening?

There it is, you found yourself with that cocky smile, he's ready to make fun of you.

- What?

- I'll save this for later...

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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years

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⠀⠀ ⠀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍!

RIDDLE, LEONA, AZUL, KALIM, VIL, IDIA, MALLEUS ‧₊˚⊹

18+, sizekink, NONCON, DARK CONTENT, toxic relationship, toxic behaviour, threats, fingering, they are all overblotted its just not explicitly mentioned (kalim too), vaginal sex, drugging, yandere themes, mentions of violence, rough sex, kidnapping,

The house wardens as yanderes

all chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni

VIL

Vil loves you, so, so, so much! He thinks you're so pretty, maybe even just as pretty as him..and that says a lot coming from him.

You two met at night raven collage, of course. But once you started dating, he got angry at everyone who even took a glance at you. How fucking dare they look at his jewel?! His one and only?? HIS QUEEN!?

Vil spent restless nights of thinking about what he should do about others getting to look at his perfect future wife, only he should be able to look at you.

Then he got it. He needs to lock you up in his home.

So he invited you over like every other day to drink some tea with you, but your tea was spiked.

All you remember is talking with vil and the next thing was that you were in a place you've never seen before. It was a beautiful and huge bedroom. You guessed it was vil's but..where? Did he take you home?!

"My love! You're awake.." you heard next to you "I almost thought rook put in the wrong poision.." he sighed in Relief. You were still really dizzy and as you tried to sit up..you couldn't.

You were tied to the bed by your wrists and ankles "v-vil?..what.." vil just smiled like he always does "oh, don't panic, my love..you're safe now..from all those peasants who don't even deserve to take a look at you. You're all mine now, you don't have to worry about them" he seemed beyond happy but you were about to burst out into tears.

Vil suddenly got on the bed and traced your body with his perfect hands, "don't look so frightened..my doll.." he kissed you softly, his once sweet and warm lips tasted like poison to you now. He disgusted you.

"You're safe with me.." he breathed against your lips and his soft kisses quickly got needy and sloppy. He moaned into the kisses and then pulled back "my perfect doll..so perfect.." he smiled and just took all of your clothes off, you tried to fight against it but it was no use.

his thumb slid over your exposed nipple "s-stop, vil! I-i'm begging you!" Vil frowned "my dear, please be quiet..or I might have to shut your mouth." He thought his threat will shut you up but you just kept whining and begging him to not do this.

He just groaned and took the last article of clothes off that he kept on your body, your pink lacey panties, and stuffed them into your mouth. You resisted so he had to pry your mouth open to get it inside.

"Way better, isn't it?" You shook your head and cried, but your tears only made him harder, seeing that makeup that you spent hours on run down your cheeks was such a sight "oh my dear..look at what you're doing to me.." he blushed and bit down on his index finger as he pushed his clothed erection against your pussy. The only thing separating your sweet cunt from his cock was his thin, red, and silky robe.

"I want to finally feel my doll around me.. I've been thinking about this ever since I met you.." you clenched your eyes shut and kept sobbing, looking like an angel to him. You should be happy that vil schönheit wants you all to himself, most people would kill to be in your Position!

"Mein geliebter Engel..Du bist so wunderschön.." he whispered against your lips before he kissed you again, mixing both of your lipglosses even more

"Du wirst für immer mir gehören.." he moaned between kisses. And you suddenly felt his hard, dripping cock against your entrance "oh..you're not wet yet..don't worry" he leaned down to your pussy and spit on it before licking up your folds to your clit and giving it a quick suck, to then let it go with a lewd Pop.

"That felt good, didn't it?" He smiled, spreading your pussy lips

"s-so pretty.." he completely lost his composure once he took a good look at your beautiful pussy. He doesn't like getting desperate, it's unattractive. But he can't help it.

"I'm going fucking make you pregnant, you'll stay with me forever then! Won't you? Say that you will, say it."

KALIM

It isnt like kalim to be controlling.. by his own will no less..

But Kalim has trapped you in his huge mansion for 10 days now "you won't leave right? You will stay right?" He asked with a bright smile on his face. You nodded nervously and Kalim laid back down on your soft chest, with his arms around your waist.

"No..you wouldn't..you love me. You wouldn't lead me on like that, I know it." He kissed one of your tits and giggled happily "if anyone would take you away from me, they would be killed on sight. You wouldn't want that for anyone right?" You slowly shook your head and Kalim hugged you tighter

"And that's why you need to stay here, right here..in my arms..forever. for as long as we both live!"

AZUL

You been together with Azul for only a month now but you already knew it wasn't going to work out, but anytime you confronted him about him being too possessive he suddenly freaked out and said horrible things like "how could you even think of leaving me? Why would you do this to me?" So you always just apologized and he went right back to being normal.

Suddenly one day azul pulled you out of the Halls into an empty classroom, to slam you against the wall

"A-Azul what-" "shut up!" He interrupted you and suddenly ripped your panties down your legs "AZUL!" You yelled but he slapped you to shut you up "Floyd told me how you were talking about breaking up with me." He quickly sucked on his fingers to then ram them into your pussy, you moaned loudly into your hand and felt tears starting to form.

"Didn't know azul could get that angry~" you suddenly heard floyd say, followed up by jades giggle

You started crying and gripped onto azuls shoulders for dear life "y-you know I would never do that, Azul! please!" The eel twin grabbed your face harshly "you sayin' that I'm lyin? I know what I heard." Jade then slowly took Floyd's hand away from your pretty face and said "don't get too worked up, she probably knows what she did wrong"

Azul just ignored them and continued talking with you "you know that I wouldn't want to live without you! Do you want me to suffer? Do you want me to die?!" His Fingers sped up and you let a moan slip

"Look, she's getting off on watching poor Azul in pain" Floyd giggled, your eyes widened and you shook your head "n-no! No! I-i-" Azul slapped you again and dragged you over to the tables to slam you down onto one of them, the three men looked down at you..looking almost disappointed.

did you really Do something wrong?

Are you a bad person for wanting to leave azul?

The white-haired man started to walk to the door "make her feel like I feel and shut her mouth..that slutty mouth gets way too loud, don't want anyone to know what a bad person you are, right?" His last question was directed at you. Then azul left you alone with the two hungry-looking eels.

You should have never wanted to break up with azul..

LEONA

Leona isn't used to doing his wrongdoings on his own, but you're worth it. You're worth taking a break from his laziness

He took you back home and locked you up in his room, with your ankle chained to his bed.

"Herbivore, it's all your fault." He rasped as the lion laid beside you, fingers pinching your clit looking your beautiful form up and down, he sat up and looked down at you

"Getting all handsy with Jack of all people..you brought this upon yourself." As said before, Leona doesn't like handling things on his own. But he had no other choice.

No one will find you here anyway, because who would think that Leona of all people had a dangerously possessive crush on you? "L-Leona..please..let me-" before you could end your sentence Leona slapped you before going back to rubbing your clit and driving you closer to yours.

you stopped counting how many times you've came..you don't even know how to count properly anymore

"You speak when spoken to from now on, herbivore.." he sighed and caressed the spot where he slapped you "you need to realize what you have done wrong..only then can I take those chains off of you." You whimpered desperately, but that only Set the lion off.

Your little whimpers and cries are just awakening his primal desires of mating with you, with his little prey..he has full control over you. He might even become King if he'd breed you over and over again..but truly..he doesn't even think about not being King when you're by his side.

RIDDLE

Riddle has been in love with you ever since he met you, you even agreed to trying to oblige the Queen's rules!

But you arent his yet..because you've still been talking to some students in a flirtatious manner..he didn't like that. At all.

It makes him furious, jealous, murderous even..

He needed them to be gone, so its off with their heads, literally..

He had enough of people talking about his rose like she was an object, he needed to end it. He didn't care about consequences..he just needed you all to himself, riddle would kill everyone he knows, just for you to be his own.

"You understand, right?" He asked caressing your cheek, staining it with the blood of all of the heartsylabul students. The beautiful redhead put the axe down and stared into your terrified eyes, so lovingly. Riddle seemed so calm, so happy..even though he has just killed so many innocent people, including his friends.

"May I kiss you, my love?" He asked softly, you had no choice but to say yes. He would kill you too if you said no..so you nodded and his soft and warm lips kissed your own "I did all this because I love you..you love me too, right?" He asked, kissing you again

You just mindlessly nodded and riddle just started to cry tears of Joy "I'm sorry, my love.. I'm just..so happy to know you love me too.." riddle hugged you and picked you up

"Now let's get you cleaned up, my love..i don't want these waste of spaces blood on your perfect skin.."

IDIA

Idia wasn't used to his crushes actually liking him back..most thought he was creepy, a perv or just a shut-in.

But you liked him back! The prettiest and most caring girl he has ever seen!!

He can't afford to lose you, he needs you to stay. He is too anxious that you'll leave him for someone better than him..but..he's the best for you, right?

"Y-you're gonna stay with me, right?" He asked as his fingers were buried deep inside your pussy, you couldn't answer though. Idia stuffed your mouth to keep you from wailing.

Idia made a potion just for you~ making you unable to move unless he said so, isn't that great?! You won't be able to fight against his love for you.

Idia smiled at you and kissed your forehead "I know you will.. I'm the only person for you anyway.." his Fingers sped up and the wet squelching got louder. This was better than any hentai ever!

You wanted to slap yourself for liking the feeling of his slender fingers fucking you open for him.

Idia got closer to you and snuggled his face between your tits to Listen to your heartbeat "my lovely girlfriend~ ehehe~" he chuckled feeling your cunt spasm around his fingers.

Knowing you were about to cum he slid his fingers out, grinning at how you started crying from the empty feeling inside you "m-mhh..so cutee~" idias eyes switched from his dripping and sticky fingers to your pulsing cunt. He has never seen such a pretty sight.

"I'm gonna take you home..marry you..and impregnate you ehehee~!" He giggled with a crazy and horny look on his face. "Gonna impregnate you over and over again~" he kissed you but as you needily kissed him back he pulled away, giggling at you whining.

"Nuh-uh~ don't get so needy now~ wait 'till we're home!" He said in a fake embarrassed tone.

Idia hugged your trembling body again but then got lower and kissed your sensitive clit while holding onto your thighs "my girlfriend..you're all mine~"

"Mine, mine, mine!" He said between kissing all over your pussy

"My wife, my girl, mine!"

MALLEUS

It's malleus's natural instinct to protect and seal his most valuable treasures. That treasure being you, of course.

He doesn't tie you up though, he has no reason to. He knows you can't and won't flee his castle.

malleus would fall apart if you left him, his screams of pure agony could be heard everywhere..and as much as you want to leave and live a normal life again..you still loved malleus.

The horned man has dressed you up in a long, off-shoulder pink dress..the color always made you look so innocent..he loved that look in your eyes when he had you in a mating press, that dress all ripped apart and tears of pleasure streaming down your beautiful face..it was his favorite sight. Knowing that he, a big bad dragon, has captured and defiled this innocent princess makes him absolutely feral

Because thats what you are to him, a precious, innocent little princess..

"You can take more, right, my love?" He muttered softly in your ear before he kissed your cheek to then lick your tears away with his long and split tongue.

"N-nouuh- s-aah..full!" You babbled mindlessly

He loved it when you lost all of your clear thoughts, leaving nothing in your mind but him, him, him!

You only thought of malleus and his huge thick cocks both penetrating you, it was a wonderful feeling..for the both of you, it's like you were made for him! And you were, you were sent into this World for him..he is convinced that had to be it!

You are so perfect, it makes him want to desecrate you even more..he wants to breed you until you both die, you will bear all the Kids that he can give you. The thought of you being pregnant with his children drives him mad

"You can take more..you always do, my love..just..just take it for me..i know you want to."

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cherry-posts · 8 months

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Am schönsten bist du, wenn du du bist ...

Wenn du niemandem gefallen willst und nichts zurückhälst.

Du bist wunderschön, wenn du wütend bist und ärgerlich, wenn du ängstlich bist und traurig.

Du bist wunderschön, wenn du glücklich bist und glucksend lachst und dich freust über all die kleinen Dinge.

Wenn du verrückt bist und laut, wenn du in dich gekehrt bist und leise. Wenn du viel sagst und wenig, wenn du lachst und wenn du weinst.

Du bist so schön, weißt du. So schön, wenn du authentisch bist und nicht versuchst jemand anders zu sein.

Du bist so perfekt unperfekt, so verletzlich, so zart innen drin, versteck dich nicht. Zeig dich, so wie du bist, mit all deinen Schulligkeiten, deinen zuviels und zuwenigs, deinen Ängsten und deinem Mut.

Nur so bist du ganz. Nur so bist du du. Und so, ist du am allerschönsten! ❣️

~ Astrid Mendyk

#astrid mendyk

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mohair-angora-geschichten · 5 months

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Die traumhaft wollige Begegnung

Der Anfang einer erotischen Geschichte

Episode 13

Es vergeht einige Zeit, bis Michelle zurückkommt. Sie hat sich für den Ausflug umgezogen.

Sie trägt einen blauen extrem Fluffy und Fuzzy Angora Sweater, dazu eine enge schwarze Lederhose, die Kombination ist wieder zum Anbeißen sexy.

Sie schaltet endlich den E-Stim und Plug ab, der bei mir einen Dauerständer verursacht hat.

Michelle sagt: „So mein kleiner Fluffy Sklave es kann gleich losgehen.“

Ich antworte: „Aber Herrin, ich muss mich doch erst noch umziehen wo sind denn meine Kleider?“

Michelle lacht: „Ha, ha mein kleiner Fluffy Sklave, du bist doch schon fertig angezogen für den Ausflug. Nur noch ein paar Stiefel und hier der schöne Wollknebel.“

Ich denke nur: „Nein, bitte nicht ich kann doch so nicht in die Öffentlichkeit gehen, hoffentlich sieht mich keiner, dass ist doch voll peinlich.“

Michelle legt mir den Wollknebel an hilft mir in die Stiefel und bindet eine Leine an den Ring des Hodensacks am Catsuit. Sie zieht mich mit Elan an der Leine Richtung Ausgang „Mmmpf“ muss ich unweigerlich aufstöhnen und ohne andere Wahl folge ich ihr nach draußen.

Vor dem Haus biegt Michelle nach links ab und nervös schaue ich mich auf dem Bürgersteig um, ob mich jemand sieht.

In einiger Entfernung sehe ich schon die ersten Passanten in unsere Richtung kommen.

Als wir auf der gleichen Höhe sind Gruß Michelle die Leute, als ob nichts wäre, mich starren die Leute mit großen Augen an und schauen uns mit offenem Mund nach.

Ich denke nur „Mein Gott ist das peinlich und da vorne kommen schon die nächsten, am liebsten wurde ich vor Scham im Boden versinken.“

Die Leute bleiben stehen und zeigen staunend mit dem Finger auf mich.

Nach einiger Zeit stellt sich ein aufregendes Wechselbad der Gefühle ein.

Zum einen das wunderschöne anregende Gefühl auf der Haut, sich mit dem kuscheligen, weichen Fluffy Catsuit zu bewegen, dazu das anregende Gefühl des hin und her schwingenden Foxtail Plug.

Zum anderen die Scham sich so in der Öffentlichkeit zu zeigen, angeleint an meinen Eiern hinter einer Frau herzugehen.

„Oooh nein“, denke ich. Michelle steuert die Haltestation der Straßenbahn an mit der ich auch jeden Tag fahre. Dort angekommen warten schon einige Passanten an der Haltestation.

Von Überall sieht man nun neugierige, und staunende Blicke und ein reges Tuscheln.

Ein junger Man spricht lächelnd Michelle an und sagt: „Na, da hast du aber ein großes Hündchen.“

Michelle antwortet: „Na, da bist du wohl neidisch mein kleiner?“

Etwas eingeschüchtert schleicht er davon.

Die Bahn kommt endlich, und wir steigen ein.

Von überall kommen Blicke als wir einsteigen und ich bin froh als wir endlich sitzen.

Eingeschüchtert schaue ich die ganze Fahrt zu Boden bis wir an unserem Ziel ankommen.

Wir steigen in der Nähe vom Supermarkt aus und gehen hinein.

Michelle bindet die Leine an einem Einkaufswagen und sagt: „Folge mir, ja schön mit dem Wagen verstanden!“

Ich antworte: „Mmmmpf, ja Herrin.“

Ich denke wieder nur: „Wie peinlich überall diese Blicke.“

Michelle legt die Einkäufe in den Wagen und ich folge mit Abstand durch den Laden und versuche mich dabei immer etwas hinter den Regalen zu verstecken.

Michelle dreht sich um und sagt: „Was habe ich gesagt, schön folgen!“

Sie drückt nun auf den Schalter und plötzlich setzt mitten im Laden recht stark der E-Stim ein und der Foxtail Plug an zu Vibrieren.

„Aaaaahmmmpf, Aaaaahmmmpf“ muss ich aufstöhnen und sacke etwas zusammen.

Ich gehe so gut es geht schnell zu Michelle und stehe leicht stöhnend und schwer atmend neben ihr.

Sie streichelt mir über den Hintern und sagt: „So ist brav.“ Sie hat zum Glück Mitleid und schaltet die Stimulation nach einer Minute wieder ab.

Von überall wieder Blicke und Tuscheln.

Ab jetzt folge ich Ihr brav, um nicht wieder bestraft zu werden, auch wenn es sich gut anfühlt.

Ich bin heil froh als wir endlich fertig sind und den Laden wieder verlassen.

Draußen sagt Michelle: „Bei dem schönen Wetter gehen wir durch den Park nach Hause“

Sie zieht an der Leine „Mmmmpf“ und ich folge ihr und immer wieder Passanten mit ihren Blicken.

Doch mit der Zeit habe ich mich an die Blicke gewöhnt und das Gefühl der Scharm schwindet.

Es stellt sich seltsamerweise ein neues aufregendes Gefühl der Freiheit ein.

Letze Woche traute ich mich nicht einmal mit einem Fluffy Sweater nach draußen, doch jetzt in meiner Rüstung aus Fluff fühle ich mich einfach wunderbar und dies verdanke ich nur meiner Herrin.

Es ist einfach ein großartiges Gefühl hier im Freien die herrliche softe Wolle auf der Haut zu spüren und sich so durch den Park zu bewegen.

Unterwegs im Park treffen wir eine Frau, die uns bewundert anschaut und Michelle neugierig anspricht und fragt wo man so etwas wunderbar Kuscheliges bekommt.

Michelle gibt ihr eine Serviettenkarte und erzählt begeistert von ihrer Wollleidenschaft und dem Geschäft.

Es hat sich zum Schluss doch zu einem wunderschönen Ausflug entwickelt.

Nach einigen Minuten erreichen wir das Haus und gehen hinein. Michell schickt mich in mein Körbchen ins Wohnzimmer, wo ich warten soll.

Zu meinem Vergnügen schaltet sie wieder den E-Stim Schalter ein „Mmmmpf“ und sagt:

„Mein kleiner Fluffy Sklave, zur Belohnung, weil du so brav warst, werde ich dich heute mit Nadine mal richtig verwöhnen.“

Ich warte in meinen Pelzkörbchen auf meine Herrin und bin gespannt auf die nächsten Ereignisse.

Ende Episode 13

#angora #mohair #wool #fuzzy #fluffy

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chaoticfuryfest · 2 months

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Anschnallen: das Finale!

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Aufbruch der Gefühle - Kapitel 7: Hanna und Martin

Hanna ging in ihre Kabine zurück, zog die Uniform aus und schlüpfte in ein luftiges Sommerkleid. Sie musste die ganze Zeit an Martins Worte denken. Ihr Herz raste – hatte Jessica Recht? Unruhig ging sie in ihrer Kabine auf und ab, versuchte einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen. Irgendwann hielt sie es nicht mehr aus, sie brauchte Platz und Luft zum Atmen. Sie entschied sich, an Deck zu gehen. Zwischenzeitlich war es dunkel geworden. Die See war ruhig und das Schiff glitt leise durch das Wasser. Sie ging bis zur Reling und sog die warme Nachtluft tief ein und ließ ihren Blick über den Ozean schweifen.

Martin hatte sich ebenfalls umgezogen und an Deck begeben. Auch er hatte das Bedürfnis nach frischer Luft gehabt. Er hatte nichts mehr von Hanna gehört oder gesehen. Doch halt, stand sie nicht da drüben? Ihm wurde ganz warm, als er sie betrachtete. Sie sah wunderschön aus, das Mondlicht ließ sie in einem besonderen Glanz erstrahlen, der laue Sommerwind wehte durch ihr lockiges Haar. Was ihr wohl gerade durch den Kopf ging? Martins Herz schlug schneller und er räusperte sich leise. „Hanna?“ Hanna erschrak und drehte sich um. „Martin! Ich habe dich gar nicht bemerkt.“

Sie wandten sich einander zu und sahen sich an. Martin lächelte schüchtern und Hanna lächelte verlegen zurück. Sämtliche Zweifel und Ängste waren plötzlich ausgeräumt. Hanna ging auf Martin zu, ihre Schritte wurden schneller und kurz vor ihm blieb sie stehen.

Martin ergriff noch einmal das Wort: „Hanna, du sollst wissen, dass ich es genauso gemeint habe, wie ich es eben gesagt habe. Du bist die Eine für mich. Ich wollte es lange nicht wahrhaben, war nicht bereit dafür, aber jetzt musste ich es dir einfach sagen.“ Auf einmal war es so leicht, sich zu öffnen.

Hanna nahm Martins Hände, streichelte zitternd mit ihren Daumen seine Handrücken. „Martin, ich empfinde genauso für dich, ich weiß nicht wie ich so lange so blind sein konnte. Ich liebe dich.“

Fast unmerklich bewegten sie sich aufeinander zu, sie hatten nur noch Augen füreinander. „Ich liebe dich auch“, flüsterte Martin kaum hörbar und strich eine widerspenstige Locke, die sich aus Hannas Frisur gelöst hatte, hinter ihr Ohr. Seine Finger verharrten in ihrem Gesicht, streichelten sanft ihre Wange. Sein freier Arm legte sich um ihre Taille und er zog sie an sich heran, bis sich ihre Lippen trafen. Der Kuss war sanft und zärtlich, ihre Körper schmiegten sich vorsichtig aneinander.

Sie ließen voneinander ab und hielten kurz inne. Die Spannung zwischen ihnen war immer noch greifbar. Nach einer Atempause zog Martin Hanna erneut an sich heran, dieses Mal fester. Hanna war wie elektrisiert, schlang ihre Arme um seinen Hals und presste ihren Körper gegen seinen. Sie küssten sich ein weiteres Mal, engumschlungen ließen sie der Leidenschaft freien Lauf.

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit lösten sie sich aus der Umarmung. Leicht verlegen und mit geröteten Wangen sahen sie sich an. „Komm!“ raunte Hanna ihm zärtlich ins Ohr. Sie griff nach Martins Hand und ging mit ihm zu ihrer Kabine.

Epilog

Die ersten Sonnenstrahlen fielen durch das Bullauge in die Kabine und ließen Hanna blinzeln. Ihr Blick fiel auf Martin, der neben ihr noch schlief. Liebevoll betrachtete sie sein Gesicht und spurte vorsichtig mit ihren Fingern durch sein zerwühltes Haar.

Die letzten vierundzwanzig Stunden waren eine einzige Achterbahn der Gefühle gewesen. Dass sie jetzt hier nebeneinander lagen und die Nacht miteinander verbracht hatten, kam Hanna wie ein Wunder vor.

Martin öffnete die Augen. “Hey, guten Morgen!”, raunte er zärtlich. “Hast du gut geschlafen?” “Na ja, viel Schlaf war es ja nicht, wenn wir ehrlich sind”, sagte Hanna mit einem koketten Lächeln. Martin grinste, streckte seinen Arm nach ihr aus und drückte sie fest an sich. Hanna schmiegte sich glücklich an ihn.

Hannas und Martins Hände verwoben sich, ihre Finger spielten miteinander. Sie schauten sich verliebt an, die neue Intimität war noch ungewohnt, fühlte sich gleichzeitig fremd und vertraut an.

Ihre Blicke sagten alles, Worte waren gerade nicht notwendig. Endlich war auch ihnen klar, dass sie sich liebten und zusammengehörten.

Ein Blick auf die Uhr holte sie in die Realität zurück. “Wann fängt denn dein Dienst an?”, erkundigte sich Hanna. Martin überlegte kurz: “Ich muss erst gegen Mittag auf die Brücke und du?”

“Ich habe heute frei, somit haben wir noch ein paar Stunden für uns. Irgendeine Idee, was wir mit dieser Zeit anfangen können?”, fragte Hanna verführerisch.

Martin schmunzelte: “Und ob…” beugte sich über sie und sie küssten sich.

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#das traumschiff #hanna x martin #hanna liebhold #martin grimm #friends to lovers #zdf #zdf jetzt bist du dran

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Traumschiff - Karibik III

Auf Grenada angekommen fuhr die Crew zu einem Hotel, was etwas abseits der Hauptstadt lag, jeder bekam seine Zimmerkarte und man verabredete sich abends zum Essen. Die Bungalows von Hanna, Martin und Mila lagen in einer Richtung mit Blick auf den Strand und das wunderschöne türkise Meer.

Als Mila in ihrem Bungalow war, umgab sie ein mulmiges Gefühl. Eigentlich wollte sie diesen Job hier nie antreten und jetzt wurde sie vom Kapitän auch schon als Teil der Crew gesehen. Sie sah aus dem Fenster auf den weißen Strand, ihr Blick traf Hanna und Martin. Wenn sie es nicht besser gewusst hätte, hätte sie fast gedacht, dass die zwei schon seit Ewigkeiten ein Paar sind, so vertraut wie sie miteinander wirkten.

“Wie schön es hier ist Martin. Ich weiß garnicht mehr, wann ich das letzte mal hier richtig an Land war.” sagte Hanna. Sie hoffte irgendwie noch aus Martin heraus kitzeln zu können, was seine Stimmung zeitweise so drückte aber Martin ließ sich nicht in die Karten schauen. “Das stimmt.” antwortete er nur kurz aber lächelte Hanna dafür umso mehr zu. In diesem Moment berührten sich ihre Hände und ihre Finger verschlungen sich. Die beiden gingen noch ein Stückchen schweigend am Strand entlang und Hanna lehnte sich a Martin, bevor sie sich zurück zum Bungalow und Abendessen mit der restlichen Crew machten.

Die Stimmung beim Essen war ausgelassen. Mila erzählte von den anderen Inseln, die sie auf dieser Reise noch erwarteten und sogar Martin schien in Milas Anwesenheit gelassener. Schifferle schlug vor das sie noch etwas näher zur Tanzfläche gehen sollten, um diesen schönen Abend gebührend zu beenden.

“Ich denke ich werde schon mal aufs Zimmer gehen.” sagte Hanna zu Martin “Warte ich komme mit, ich sag den anderen noch Bescheid.” und die beiden machten sich auf in Richtung ihres Bungalows. “Das war doch ein gelungener Abend und du sahst mal wieder richtig glücklich aus.” sagte Hanna auf dem Weg, sie hoffte insgeheim immer noch das Martin ihr sagt warum er auf dem Schiff so war. “Ich bin glücklich wenn du an meiner Seite bist.“ sagte Martin etwas verlegen und die beiden verschwanden in Hannas Bungalow.

Schon seit dem sie auf dem Schiff war, war Mila aufgefallen, dass zwischen Hanna und dem Staffkapitän mehr zu sein schien als nur Freundschaft und ihre ungewollte Beobachtung heute am Strand bestätigte ihren Verdacht.

„Jessica, was läuft da eigentlich zwischen Hanna und dem Staffkapitän?“ fragte Mila etwas zu direkt und Jessica war etwas verwundert „Ehhhmm … Gute Frage, so genau weiß das hier keiner von uns. Anscheinend wissen sie es selber nicht. Hanna wurde wohl ab und zu beim verlassen von der Kabine vom Staffkapitän gesehen. Ob das stimmt, keine Ahnung. Allerdings muss ich sagen, seit dem ich die beiden kenne, bin ich der Meinung, dass sie extrem gut zueinander passen. Wieso fragst du?“ Jessica hatte das Gefühl etwas zu viel über Hanna und Martin gesagt zu haben und Mila überlegte ob sie ihre Beobachtungen von heute Nachmittag teilen soll „So geht es mir auch und ich dachte vielleicht das sie dies aus Professionalität nicht an die große Glocke hängen. Soll ich uns was zu trinken besorgen?“ und Mila verschwand mit der Schiffsärztin in Richtung Bar.

#das traumschiff #traumschiff #hanna x martin #hanna liebhold #martin grimm #btw ich glaube es werden 5 Kapitel #fingers crossed dass das zdf eines Tages eine Folge mit der Aufklärung zu Hanna & Martin dropped weil in den letzten 2 Folgen gaben die #solche married couple vibes

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fuerimmer-andeiner-backe · 6 months

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Marmeladenglas Momente mit meinem Baby Babe Bae, die nur uns gehören, da es uns beide nur vereint und im Doppelpack gibt. Du und ich, Backe an Backe kleben wir, weil wir sind vereint!!! Mein Tierflüsterer und mein mutiger Liebling und viele Küsschen stehlen. Unendlich mal unendlich und noch viel weiter, ich liebe, liebe, liebe dich, Liebe meines Lebens, so so sehr!!!!! @lookingforlibertalia

#my dearie.#r.#mein ein und alles #denn du bist alles was ich brauche.#ewig dein ewig mein ewig uns.#ich liebe dich weiter als jede galaxie.#my moon my stars and my galaxy.#du bist die liebe meines lebens #meine welt bist du #mein Goldschatz und mein Glücksbärchen #für mein Baby das Beste!#meins meins meins #du machst mich so glücklich!#mein wunderschöner raphael leonardo.

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fili-is-gone · 11 months

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I know I'm waaaaay too late with this and I actually planned to write a whole fic for @mazerunner-goes-eurovision but I was struggling so much with finding a German song to fit the newtmas theme I had in mind and when I finally found one real life got so demanding I had no time to actually write anything so here's a moodbooard and my sorry attempt to translate the song it was inspired by 🎶

Das Beste (click to listen to the song)

Ich habe einen Schatz gefunden Und er trägt deinen Namen

I salvaged a treasure, and it's bearing your name

So wunderschön und wertvoll Und mit keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen

So beautiful and precious, not to be weighed in money

Du schläfst neben mir ein Ich könnt dich die ganze Nacht betrachten

You fall asleep next to me, I’m awake to admire you all night

Seh'n wie du schläfst, hör'n wie du atmest Bis wir am Morgen erwachen

Watching you sleep, listen to your heartbeat, until we wake in the morning

Hast es wieder mal geschafft, mir den Atem zu rauben Wenn du neben mir liegst, dann kann ich es kaum glauben Dass jemand wie ich Sowas schönes wie dich verdient hat

Time after time, you're taking my breath, it’s in moments like these, it’s so hard to believe, that someone like me was lucky enough to end up with you

Du bist das Beste, was mir je passiert ist Es tut so gut, wie du mich liebst Vergess den Rest der Welt Wenn du bei mir bist

You are the best of what could have happened to me it feels so good, the way you love Forget everything around me with you here by my side

#mazevision2023 #eurovision #Das Beste #Newtmas #newtmas moodboard #newtmas safe haven #safe haven au #everyone lives nobody dies #newtmas in love #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr #the maze runner #the death cure #tmr moodboard

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germanysnexttopgedicht · 7 months

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Waldgespräch

"Es ist schon spät, es wird schon kalt, Was reitst du einsam durch den Wald? Der Wald ist lang, du bist allein, Du schöne Braut! Ich führ dich heim!"

"Groß ist der Männer Trug und List, Vor Schmerz mein Herz gebrochen ist, Wohl irrt das Waldhorn her und hin, O flieh! Du weißt nicht, wer ich bin."

So reich geschmückt ist Roß und Weib, So wunderschön der junge Leib "Jetzt kenn ich dich - Gott steh mir bei! Du bist die Hexe Lorelei."

"Du kennst mich wohl - von hohem Stein Schaut still mein Schloß tief in den Rhein. Es ist schon spät, es wird schon kalt, Kommst nimmermehr aus diesem Wald!"

--Joseph von Eichendorff

#joseph von eichendorff #geschieht ihm ganz recht

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thefortysecondolive · 10 months

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Also... dieses Fic ist etwas aus dem Ruder gelaufen. Ich wollte es vorm Ende Juni fertig haben, aber habe jetzt über 4k Wörter und nur ~23% des Fics, also... da es eigentlich für Pride gemeint war möchte ich einen Auszug zum monatlichen Prompt von @spatortprompts (Coming-Out) teilen:

Sie sitzen in Caros Wohnzimmer, jeweils mit einer Tasse Kaffee und einem Stück Kuchen, und erzählen sich gegenseitig, was in den letzten Wochen passiert ist. Über den Fall an sich kann Leo nicht viel sagen, aber er versucht, über seinen Leben außerhalb der Arbeit mindestens ein wenig zu erzählen. Er erwähnt nicht so präzis, dass Adam noch so oft bei ihm ist, obwohl Caro es bestimmt ohne Erklärung weiß und ihm kein Vorwurf deswegen macht. Es ist halt einfacher, nie zu viel dazu zu sagen, weil ihm sowieso nicht ganz klar ist, was genau da läuft.

Ihrerseits erzählt ihm Caro darüber, wie die ersten Monate des Schuljahrs gelaufen sind und was für Wahnsinn ihre Klasse von Sechs- und Sieben-Jährigen immer anstellen. Er hört ihr dabei unglaublich gern zu, vor allem weil es so offensichtlich ist, wie sehr sie ihre Arbeit mag — auch wenn die Kinder und die Kollegen manchmal echt stressig sind. Dass sie sich noch obendrein darauf freut, ihre eigenen Kinder zu haben, ist ihm fast schon ein Wunder, aber das tut sie, und hat sie auch immer getan.

Und dann kommt schließlich die Frage, während Leo die Tassen ausspült: „Wie läuft’s mit Adam?“

Momentlang weiß Leo nicht, wie er darauf antworten soll. Er spielt sich lässig vor, zuckt mit den Schultern, sagt, „Na, gut. Nichts Neues. Wie läuft’s mit Tom?“

„Ganz wunderschön, eigentlich,“ erwidert Caro trocken, „aber du glaubst doch selbst nicht, dass du so einfach davonkommen wirst. Er wohnt doch noch bei dir, oder?“

Leo seufzt. Er hatte nichts anders erwartet, aber der Versuch war’s wert gewesen. Er dreht sich um und lehnt mit den Hüften gegen den Tresen. „Wohnen ist vielleicht zu viel gesagt,“ gibt er zu. „Er hat ein Schlüssel und benutzt die meisten Nächte mein Gästezimmer, aber eingezogen ist er nicht.“

„Habt ihr darüber gesprochen?“

Er zögert, dann zuckt nochmal mit den Schultern. „Er weiß, dass er bei mir willkommen ist. Und in Sicherheit, was nach allem vielleicht das Wichtigeres ist. Aber so ganz genau über dem Einziehen, nee, haben wir nicht.“

„Willst du, dass er einzieht?“

Er muss einmal tief Luft holen, ehe er die Antwort über die Lippen bringt. Weil natürlich will er, dass Adam einzieht. Eigentlich ist es ihm nicht mal peinlich, dass Caro gegenüber zuzugeben — sie kennt ihn ja sowieso gut genug — aber trotzdem fühlt er sich auf einmal irgendwie rastlos. Er tippt mit seinem linken Mittelfinger am Tresen neben seine Hüfte, blickt von Caro weg, blickt zurück. Sagt: „Ja. Ja, ich glaube schon.“

Caro liegt den Kopf leicht schief. „Aber...?“

Er schnauft leise. „Nichts aber.“ Dazu bekommt er nicht mal eine Antwort; Caro hebt ungläubig eine Augenbraue und wartet. Er seufzt und lässt sich den Kopf in den Nacken hangen. „Aber, ich weiß nicht, was er davon hält, und ich will nichts zwingen.“

Die Ungläubigkeit ist nicht von Caros Gesicht verschwunden, als er den Kopf richtet und ihr Blick wieder trifft. „Er übernachtet die meisten Nächte bei dir—und du hast ihm sogar ein Schlüssel gegeben—ohne dass ihr so richtig darüber gesprochen habt, und du weißt nicht, was er davon hält? Leo, komm schon.“

„Was?“

„Wie bist du eigentlich Kommissar geworden?“ fragt Caro, scherzhaft und ganz rhetorisch. „Es steht dir buchstäblich unter die Nase, und du raffst es wirklich nicht.“

Er ahnt, wohin dies führt. Es ist ja nicht das erste Mal im Laufe der Jahre, dass Caro ein solches Gespräch begonnen hat. Normalerweise weicht er aus, wechselt das Thema, aber heute hat er davon genüg. Immer eine Ausrede zu haben, immer von allen die gleichen Fragen zu hören, immer wieder sich selbst zu hinterfragen und an sich zu zweifeln—er ist halt einfach müde. Und es ist nur Caro. Er stößt sich von dem Tresen ab und geht die drei Schritte auf den Fenster zu. „Was raff ich nicht, deiner Meinung nach?“

„Deine Gefühle zu gestehen.“

Er stoßt Luft aus in einem ironischen Halblachen. „Welche Gefühle?“

„Leo. Hey, schau mich an.“ Widerwillig dreht er um, verschränkt sich die Arme vor der Brust und wünscht sich, er hatte noch eine Tasse Kaffee, um sich die Hände zu beschäftigen. Er erwartet weitere Fragen, vielleicht die Behauptung, dass er und Adam sich nicht nur als Freunden benehmen, aber Caro wirkt nur ein bisschen besorgt. „Was ist los?“ fragt sie.

„Nichts,“ besteht er. Sie wartet. „Nichts! Er ist mein bester Freund, und es ist schön, dass er da ist, und ehrlich gesagt, da ist ganz schön viele Scheiße zwischen uns passiert, und ich will’s nicht wieder versauen. Okay? Das ist alles.“

„Wirklich?“

Jetzt wird er schließlich genervt. Er mag es nie, wenn sie ihn anspricht als wäre er noch ein Kind. „Ja, verdammt. Was willst du denn hören? Dass ich in ihm verliebt bin, oder was?“

„Willst du mir sagen, dass du das nicht bist?“

Er hält inne, ein Widerspruch schon auf der Zunge. Er könnte lügen, aber Caro würde es sofort durchschauen. Deshalb atmet er tief durch und sagt, „Ich weiß nicht.“

„Wie kannst du das nicht wissen?“ Sie scheint wirklich nicht zu verstehen, und ein Teil von Leo würde am liebsten schreien. Wenn er wusste, wie man sich richtig verliebt, hatte er es wahrscheinlich schon längst getan.

Stattdessen fängt er an, auf und ab durch die Küche zu gehen. Er weiß nicht wirklich, wohin mit sich selbst, aber einfach still bleiben kann er nicht. „Ich weiß es halt nicht, verdammt nochmal, was ist da nicht zu verstehen? Ich hab‘ keine Ahnung.“ Hat er auch nicht, aber es fühlt sich noch irgendwie wie eine Ausrede an. Als hätte er einfach nicht darüber gedacht, statt immer und immer wieder in die gleichen kreisenden Gedanken gefallen zu sein.

Caro sagt, „Leo —“ aber diesmal lässt er sie nicht aussprechen.

Er fährt herum und fängt ihren Blick. „Caro, ich steh‘ nicht mal auf ihn!“ Es soll bestimmt sein, eine feste Behauptung, aber es klingt rau und ein wenig verzweifelt in seinen eigenen Ohren — und er weiß, dass Caro es auch hört. Dafür kann er nichts; verzweifelt beschreibt ziemlich genau, wie er sich gerade fühlt. „Und ich weiß nicht, was mit mir nicht stimmt, aber ich habe auch nie auf irgendjemand gestanden, niemals! Nicht so richtig.“

„Wie, nicht so richtig?“ Jetzt scheint sie wenigstens zu verstehen, dass ihm nicht wirklich nach scherzen ist, und schon gar nicht nach scherzen über Adam.

„Nicht so —“ Weiter kommt er erst mal nicht. Wie soll er ihr denn bitte erklären, was er sich nicht fühlt? Er wirft eine Hand frustriert in die Luft. „Du weißt schon.“

Caro verschränkt die Arme stur vor der Brust. „Nee, tu‘ ich nicht. Aber ich glaube nicht, dass irgendetwas mit dir nicht stimmt.“

„Doch.“ Mal wieder wendet er ab, verschränkt sich die Finger in den Nacken. Da er Caro nicht ansehen muss, schafft er es gerade fortzuführen, „Das, was du mit Tom hast, das geht bei mir gar nicht. Und ich hab‘s versucht, mehrmals, aber es hat nie geklappt. Sie wollten alle — immer mehr. Mehr als ich dafür bereit war. Und manche habe ich‘s ja trotzdem gegeben, aber das hat’s immer nur noch schlimmer gemacht und dann – naja. Geht‘s halt nicht.“

„Und mit ‚mehr‘ meinst du…?“

„Sex, hauptsächlich.“ Eine leicht beschämte Wärme steigt ihm ins Gesicht. Ihm wäre‘s viel lieber, wirklich halt nie Sex zu besprechen, und schon gar nicht seiner Schwester gegenüber. Dass er sie dabei nicht in die Augen sehen muss, macht es nicht viel besser. Die Küche fühlt unangenehm eng an.

Er hört, wie Caro aufsteht und auf ihn zukommt. Sie liegt ihm eine Hand auf die Schulter und zieht sanft, um ihn herumzudrehen. Widerwillig lässt er sich drehen, und schafft es gerade nicht, ihr Blick auszuweichen. Sie sieht ihm fest und eindringlich in die Augen. „Leo… hat man dir gezwungen?“

Er braucht einen Augenblick, um die Frage zu verstehen. „Hä? Achso, nee. Nee, nee, ich wollte das. Oder so hab‘ ich mich eingeredet.“ Es fühlt sich an wie eine Beichte.

Ganz nüchtern und ernst sagt sie, „Du musst nichts machen, was du nicht willst. Das weißt du doch.“ Der Rest seines Frusts bricht wie eine Welle zusammen, und er nickt verlegen. „Also warum hast du dir das angetan?“

Irgendwie vermutet er, sie würde ein weiteres ,Ich weiß nicht‘ nicht akzeptieren. „Ich dachte, es würde irgendwann gut laufen. Mit der richtigen Person. Ist es aber nicht.“

Caro scheint das momentlang zu überlegen. Schließlich sagt sie, „Naja, vielleicht hast du sie doch einfach noch nicht gefunden, aber Leo —“ er reißt sich von ihr ab und kehrt auf den Fenster zurück. Genau davon hat er gehofft, sie würde es nicht sagen, und jetzt ist seine Kehle wie zusammengeschnürt. Hinter ihm fährt sie hastig fort, „Leo, hey, hör mir zu. Auch wenn nicht, das ist vollkommen okay. Wenn du dich nie verliebst oder halt nie Sex willst — das bedeutet nicht, dass an dir irgendwas fehlt, oder dass irgendwas mit dir nicht stimmt.“

Er lacht erstickt auf, ehe er es verkneifen kann. Jetzt spürt er die ersten Tränen, die hinter seinen Augen sammeln. Seine Stimme, als er antwortet, ist nicht mehr als ein Flüstern. „Das weißt du doch nicht.“

„Doch,“ sagt Caro bestimmt. „Doch, das weiß ich. Du bist mein kleiner Bruder, und du bist perfekt, so wie du bist. Es freut mich, dass Adam jetzt bei dir ist, und dass ihr wieder Freunde seid. Und wenn das für dich gut ist, dann ist es halt gut.“

Er holt ein-, zweimal tief Luft. Es hilft nicht viel; die Schnür um seine Kehle verschwindet nicht, aber die Tränen fallen auch nicht, was er als Sieg wertet. „Es ist gut,“ bestätigt er leise, ohne wieder rumzudrehen und Caro anzuschauen. „Deshalb will ich es nicht versauen.“

Caros antwortende Fragen kommt nicht sofort. „Wieso glaubst du, du wirst es versauen?“

Es fällt ihm unwillkürlich wieder ein, wie Adams Augen sich diese Morgen weiteten, als Leo in die Küche kam. „Was, wenn er mehr will?“

„Dann könnt ihr drüber reden,“ erwidert Caro sachlich. „Was ihr wirklich ohnehin tun sollt. Ich sehe, wie er dich immer anschaut, Leo. Ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass er dich zu irgendwas zwingen will. Ich glaube, ausgerechnet er würde es verstehen, wenn es einige Dinge gibt, die du nicht machen willst.“

Wahrscheinlich hat sie da auch recht, aber das Risiko fühlt noch viel zu hoch. „Es geht nicht ums Zwingen.“

„Worum denn?“

Endlich ringt er sich durch, sich zu Caro zu wenden. „Ich will ihn lieben,“ haucht er. „Aber ich weiß nicht, wie.“

„Ach, Leo.“ Sie zieht ihn einfach zu sich, und er lässt sich in die Umarmung sacken. Sie ist schon seit etwa fünfundzwanzig Jahren kleiner als ihn, aber die Geborgenheit, die er in ihren Armen fühlt, ist nie geändert. Sie lässt ihn nicht los, bis er sich schließlich wieder aufrichtet, und sagt auch nichts dazu, dass er sich mit einer Hand schnell über die Augen wischt.

Er verabschiedet sich kurz danach; die Stimmung ist unerträglich schwer geworden. Leo hat nicht genug Energie, sie wieder heben zu versuchen, und Caro scheint auf einmal etwas unsicher, wie sie mit ihm umgehen soll. Das macht es nur schlimmer, und als er schließlich nach Hause fährt ist seine gute Laune regelrecht zerstört.

Ein paar Tage später bekommt er zwei Nachrichte von Caro:

Ich habe ein bisschen rumgefragt. Sagt dir den Begriff asexuell was?

#writing #fanfic #tatort saarbrücken #Leo Hölzer #ace leo my beloved #Is this the scene I centered the whole fic around? yes it is!#Is it still coming out when you don't even know what exactly you're coming out as yet? (I think it kind of is.)#Got motivated to actually post this because I went to Pride today with an ace flag in glitter on my face and felt real happy about it :)

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unddervorhanggehtauf · 3 months

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1. Kleiner Mann, was nun?

3 Jahre. 3 Jahre Corona, nach denen ich beschlossen habe, wieder ins Theater zu gehen. Einen Vorsatz fassen, aber einen schönen und jeden Monat mindestens einmal ins Theater gehen. Das wieder machen, was man gerne macht, aber jetzt mit Maske und der Angst im Nacken. Habe einfach was gebucht, gar nicht lange darüber nachgedacht, einfach gebucht, irgendwas. Muss ja nur zeitlich passen, passt. Ich sehe „Kleiner Mann, was nun?“ am Düsseldorfer Schauspielhaus. Düsseldorf, wenn man nur die Hälfte der Zeit in die andere Richtung fährt, ist man in Dänemark aber ich fahre nach Düsseldorf. Weil ich übermütig geworden bin, weil ich irgendwann dachte, ich könnte alles schaffen, auch ein erfolgreicher BWLer sein und dann ist Düsseldorf ein Opfer, das man bringen muss. Dann wird aus dem Buchhalter im Stück für 10 Sekunden ein Buchhändler und plötzlich sitze ich nicht mehr auf meinem Platz, ich laufe durch das Hamsterrad. Wer beurteilt Menschen nach Verkaufsquoten? Ich. Was für Menschen machen das? Solche wie ich. Niemand braucht BWLer. Einmal, kurz nach meiner Ausbildung, hat mein Chef vergessen, uns das Gehalt zu überweisen. Ich habe bei Penny Brot für 65 Cent gekauft und mit Ein und Zwei Centstücken aus meiner Spardose bezahlt. Alles stöhnt, nur ein Mann sagt „Alles easy, ich kenne das. Aber meine Stütze ist schon da.“ „Wir wurden gerade alle entlassen.“, schreibe ich meinem Freund und sage „Ich packe das gerne als Geschenk ein.“ Ich packe Geschenke ein, das Geschäft trägt sich nicht. Auf dem Amt sagen sie „Was Sie bekommen, ist zum Leben zu wenig und zum Sterben zu viel.“ Ich fahre mit dem Fahrrad nach Hause und zähle die Centstücke in meinem Sparschwein. „Einfach mal arbeitslos sein, dann hört die Angst davor auf.“ Aber sie setzt nur eine Maske auf und wird jemand anders. Irgendwie geht es immer weiter, es geht immer weiter und am Montag werde ich den Prüflingen sagen: VERKAUFEN, VERKAUFEN, VERKAUFEN. Und sie werden sagen, dass sie erstmal noch keine Anstellung haben und ich werde nicken und ich werde sagen „Es wird schon weitergehen, es geht ja immer irgendwie weiter.“

Nach zwei Stunden in Düsseldorf sitze ich heulend auf der Toilette im Schauspielhaus, bis mir einfällt, dass es nicht meine Toilette ist und vor der Tür eine lange Schlange. Ich stehe heulend vor einem Parkhaus, bis eine Frau in ihr Handy schreit, weil das Parkhaus abgeschlossen ist und sie ihr Auto braucht. Ich heule, bis mir einfällt, dass es gar nicht meine Geschichte war. „Was machen Menschen in Lensahn?“ Geschenke einpacken, denke ich, Geschenke einpacken und ihre Stellung verlieren, weil das Geschäft sich nicht trägt.

Bitte geht ins Theater, bitte lest Bücher, bitte kauft sie nicht bei Amazon, bitte seid nett zu euren Buchhändler:innen, bitte wählt keine Nazis.

P.S. Falls du der Mann bist, der sich hinter mir laut gefragt hat „Hä, was Soll und Haben?“, melde dich gerne. Du brauchst einen BWLer.

Ich habe „Kleiner Mann, was nun?“ am 13.01.2024 gesehen, es war der erste Theaterbesuch nach drei Jahre, es war wunderschön, es war wunderschrecklich. Danach die Hoffnung, dass ein Gewöhnungseffekt einsetzt. Dass Shakespeare mich nicht so mitnehmen wird. Das Foto habe ich gemacht, weil ich nicht fassen konnte, dass ich in der dritten Reihe fast auf der Bühne sitze. Eigentlich ganz schön, sollte jetzt immer ein Foto machen. Macht auch im Tagebuch was her.

#theater #düsseldorf #düsseldorfer schauspielhaus #d'haus #kleiner mann was nun #sebastian tessenow #lea ruckpaul #andré kaczmarczyk

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purplelupins · 2 years

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Rapture

Part III

Summery: A call from a friend needing a favour would turn into the biggest opportunity of your life. You can’t help but hand on for dear life along the way, but the held you get from a new acquaintance serves to pull you through it.

Pairing: Christoph Waltz x fem!reader

Warnings: Reader has anxiety, smut, praise kink…DNI if you are a minor!

Note: warnings will change for each part so please read them. This is the most self-indulgent piece of writing I have ever made. I can’t write a summery to save my life.

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The paused film bathed the room in a soft pink glow, reminiscent of the Wes Anderson film that was long forgotten on the screen.

When you had said his name, Christoph’s eyes fell closed for a moment as the sound suck into his mind. A soft sigh from his nose blew across your cheek as you stared up at the older man.

Your fingertips pulsed when his green eyes re-opened, and your own breath hitched. As you gazed at one another, it was suddenly very real that you were in the arms of the revered actor. Your heart began to beat even faster, and you couldn’t help the incredulous grin that began to spread across your face.

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he stared down at you, slowly easing you onto the soft mattress. Christoph braced himself above you on his arm, and you half expected him to kiss you again, but it never came. Instead, he simply looked at you- studying you.

Finally, the older man’s soft voice broke the comfortable quiet.

“Du bist… wunderschön, meine Schatz.(you are…very beautiful, my darling)” He murmured.It was said so thoughtfully that you almost wondered if he meant to say it in his head.

“You’re not bad on the eyes either.” You whispered with a small, cheeky grin.

Christoph breathed out a laugh.

“If only the world knew how cheeky you are…” He teased. When the public began to take notice of you since being a part of the Tarantino universe, you kept much of your true self to your small friendly circle. You had seen time and time again what happens when a celebrity (though you could barely call yourself that) let too much of their personal self out to the public, so you remained the shy but charming new actress with a name that most had to ask you for.

You knew Christoph was a private man, and you respected that greatly, and you did your best to follow his admirable example.

You sighed and reached up a hand to trace from his jaw to his chin. The older man held so still as you mapped out his handsome face.

“Christoph?” You finally asked.

He sighed contently at the sound of his name, and nodded, “Hmm?” He hummed.

You traced the a line by the side of his mouth, then his lips.

“Küss mich. (Kiss me)” Came your barely audible demand.

Christoph gently grasped the hand you had been tracing his face with, and kissed the inside of your wrist.

“If you insist.” He murmured. An image of his portrayal of Dr. King Schultz about to shoot Calvin Candie flashed through your head when he spoke those words, and you had to suppress a giggle.

You grinned, and let your eyes drift closed as his lips brushed against yours again. Then again. It was like he was teasing you, just barely touching you. A frustrated sigh came from you and you slipped a hand to the soft grey hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer. You could feel the smirk on his lips, but he gave in and eased himself into your embrace; his kisses were slow, and meticulous as if he made each one count.

Christoph ran his knuckles along your cheek, and slipped them into your hair, and brought you closer. When you felt his possessive touch, you were certain your heart would give out as his smell enveloped you. A soft moan escaped your mouth as his free hand moved down to your waist, and pulled you against him. You barely kept in the mewl on your tongue when Christoph’s thigh slipped between yours, and you rocked against it as subtly as you could.

It seemed that your reaction only pleased the older man more; he eased his tongue between your waiting lips and smoothed it against yours. This time, you could not hide the moan that came from you. Your grip in his hair tightened, which only made his own grip constrict as well.

Christoph pulled away slowly, and brushed his nose against yours. “Does my pretty girl have something to say?” His soft breath fanned across your face. Your brain was fuzzy and you could partly form a sentence to save your life, so you went to lean up and kiss him again in hopes that he would understand, but Christoph was having none of that.

He shook his head and placed a finger on your lips.

“Ah, ah,” he tsked, “Use your words Fräulein.” Christoph threaded his deft fingers through your hair, and you swore that every stress in your body disappeared.

You sucked in a long, deep breath.

“Can I be honest with you, Christoph?” You whispered, somehow finding a brain cell to speak.

“I would not have you speak any other way. Please continue.” The older man murmured.

“I’ve…” you sighed, nerves starting to creep back in, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time…but I’ve been enamoured by you for longer…I guess what I’m trying to say is that if we wake up in the same bed in the morning, I want you to know that this is not something I do lightly…” you looked up at him to see if he followed your awkward confession.

Christoph was gazing at you intently, absorbing each word.

“Please correct me if I am wrong, meine Schatz, but I think you are very sweetly trying to tell me that you are not looking to be tossed aside like a…rag doll after a bit of fun…” the older man said, still stoking your hair, “Am I close?”

Your blush was evident, “Yes…” you said, thankful that he understood.

Christoph nodded, and his lips curled a little, “Well then I suppose it is a very good thing that I do not ‘toss’…Nor do I take anything lightly…” he whispered and tilted his head to the side to study you. “If we are being completely truthful with one another, I will then confess that when I recommended you for the part of Lena…there was a small selfish reason attached to it.” He said a little sheepishly.

“Oh?” You rose a brow.

Christoph nodded and blinked as he thought about his next words.

“Let me paint you a picture, my dear,” he said, thinking, “A man goes to work- the same job he has done for decades- and puts in the time to be successful, but this time he is in a foreign country. One of his co-workers cannot seem to wrap her head around the environment of the work this man knew well, nor did she grasp his work ethic…but there is another young lady, who is very pretty who does understand. Better yet, she speaks to him in his beloved mother-tongue. However, she is not directly in his department. But, when the position of the other young woman is free to be filled, who do you think this man would recommend to fill the vacancy? Someone new who he will meet for the first time and have little history with, or someone he has been admiring previously, and who makes him feel at home and appreciated?” He finished, waiting patiently for you to process his words.

He had been watching you.

He appreciated you.

He wanted you.

Your head felt light when you tired to speak, “You…?”

Christoph nodded, flicking his eyes down then back up to yours.

“I may be a snob but I have eyes.” He teased, running a finger down your face. “I like you very much Fräulein…I will not hurt you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your head spin and your throat tight. It had been a long time since someone spoken to you like that.

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m younger than you?” You asked, frightened of his answer.

His brow furrowed, but not in anger- he was amused.

“My dear, I am Viennese, there is truly very little that will disturb me. We are very simple when it comes to such things…I like you very much…I think you like me as well. So long as we respect one another and do not cause any pain…it was not something so…taboo. Simple.” He shrugged; it wasn’t dismissive or aloof, it was simply to punctuate his point.

You had often wondered why relationships with age gaps were so shunned; if two people liked or loved each other, were consenting adults, and worked well with one another, then what was wrong with that? You had seen so many relationships between people closer in age fail, so there was really no argument.

A slow sigh escaped you as you stared up at him, “…okay.” You murmured, content.

“Okay?” He echoed, his brows rising a little at your simple statement.

You grinned softly and nodded, “Okay.”

Christoph lips spread into a handsome grin and he nodded as well, “Okay.”

You bit the inside of your lip as you stared at one another, daring the other to move first.

It seemed that the older man above you had far more patience than yourself, as he was completely content to gaze at you tenderly.

But you were not as patient.

You leaned up and brushed your lips over his again, and you could already feel the smirk on Christoph’s face at your eagerness. He hummed as you slipped your hand to the nape of his neck, and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Your heart beat erratically, and couldn’t help it when your hips began to move against his solid thigh that still rested between your legs. As if hearing your silent desire, Christoph moved his hand from your waist to your hip and pulled you against him tightly; you gasped against his lips and he only chuckled.

Christoph slipped his hand across the exposed skin of your stomach, and under the waist band of your pants, but no further. The older man drew away from you, and you were once again under the spell that were his green eyes.

“Darf ich?(may i?)” He whispered.

Without a second thought, you nodded and shifted your hips for further confirmation. “Bitte.(please)” you breathed.

The older man’s eyes lit up as he eased his hand below the fabric, and slid over your panties to the heat radiating from your centre. A mewl escaped you, and you gazed up at him pleadingly. Without breaking eye contact, Christoph pulled your panties to the side, and playfully mocked the gasp you let out at the feeling of his deft finger toying with your clit.

You keened against him, helplessly gripping his shoulders. Christoph watched you closely, seeing what made you mewl and squeeze your eyes closed; then, much to your pleasure, he eased a finger inside you, and you completely lost control.

A long, pleased moan slipped from your throat, which Christoph peppered gentle kisses along.

“Does that feel good, meine Schatz?” He cooed in your ear as he fingered you slowly. You could barely form a coherent sound in your mind let alone from your mouth, so you nodded and rocked your hips.

The older man grinned and added a second finger, and curled them, stroking that spot inside you that made your skin burn and your heart sing. A cry escaped you.

Christoph took his time, coaxing the most pleasure as he could put of you; this was a man who knew what to rush and what not to rush…and from what you could tell, there wasn’t a lot to rush.

“Are you going to come for me, Fräulein?” Christoph purred, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at you.

You opened your mouth to answer as you threw your head back and arched your spine, but you felt the hand that had been in your hair move to your chin and draw your face to his. “Ah ah. Eyes on me.”

You nodded again with a moan caught in your throat.

Christoph hummed, and the smirk he wore was akin to the cat that got the cream. “Good.” He cooed, “ Now answer my question with your words, Fräulein.”

“Yes…” you whispered breathlessly.

“Yes…?”

“Yes Christoph.” You rushed out.

“Gut.(good)” He murmured with satisfaction. With that, he leaned back down and the feeling of his lips on yours once again muddled your head; it was soft and slow, just like his ministrations between your legs. You moaned and gasped into his mouth, and he drank it all in, caressing your lips with his tongue.

Christoph curled his fingers again, stroking that sensitive spot inside you lovingly. He took so much care to cater his attention to what made you sing for him until he literally had you on the edge.

“Das ist es, mein Schatz…loslassen. (That’s it, my dear…let go)” Came his voice in your ear.

How many times had you dreamed of him saying those words to you?

But you were not about to get wrapped up in your thoughts; and let go you did.

You gripped his shoulders tightly and rocked your hips against his deft hand as shockwaves of ecstasy coursed through you. Your jaw when slack in a silent cry and your mind went fuzzy. You kept your eyes on him regardless of the blush that coloured your cheeks, just as he had told you. A fiery shiver scorched your spine and weaved through your veins as you came undone around his fingers, drenching his hand, but Christoph only continued to finger you, albeit much more gently.

“There we go…well done my dear…” he murmured, slowly withdrawing his hand from your centre when your muscles began to relax. You could barely even process his words as you laid there in a daze, but then you felt his hand stroking your cheek, slowly bringing you back.

The older man stared at you so tenderly, like you were the only thing in the world. Your breathing slowly returned to normal, and you reached up to pull his lips to yours. After a moment, you release him just enough to whisper, “Christoph, please.”

He pulled back enough to look you in the eye, and when he saw that pleading look there a small grin spread across his face. “You’re sure, meine Schatzi(my darling)?” Came his soft voice.

You nodded, “I am.” You heart beat uncontrollably in your ears.

He nodded as well, and flicked his eyes down to where his hand had just been, and looked back up to you, “May I?”

“Are you asking if you can undress me?” You managed with a small grin.

“I am.” He echoed your words with a glimmer in his eyes.

“You may.” You breathed out. Christoph placed another kiss to your lips, then one to your forehead. He leaned up from resting over you, and straddled your calves; his hands gripped your pants and stared into your eyes as he slowly eased them down your legs along with your underwear. You swore your breathing stopped as he placed them neatly on the bed beside your ankles.

Christoph’s eyes grew cheeky when he got off your legs and tugged you down the bed to lay flat. You gasped in surprise, not only at the action but also by his strength. Then, he took a place next to you, and let a sigh escape his nose as he admired you.

You leaned up onto your elbows, and sat up completely to be level with his green eyes; you couldn’t help the kiss you gave him- it was sweet and small. Christoph pecked another kiss to your lips, and stood; you missed his warmth next to you instantly, but upon seeing him standing, you crawled to the edge of the bed. He watched you intently as you took the edge of his shirt in your hands, and looked up at him for permission. It came in the form of a small but confident smile and a single nod.

You lifted the soft shirt slowly, and kissed the skin that was revealed. Christoph’s head fell back and he sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to grab your hair, push you down into the mattress and fuck you until you couldn’t stand.

But he wouldn’t.

This was you.

His y/n.

The spatter of hair on his torso tickled you as you let your tongue join your lips on their journey up. When you reached his chest, the fabric was taken from your grip as he finished the job, leaving you to freely touch him.

You knew Christoph was a man who took care of himself inside and out, and you knew he was much older than you, but you had to be honest with yourself when you admired just how well Christoph had maintained his physique. You hadn’t realized how long you were staring at him and feeling him, until you felt his hands cups your cheeks. Your eyes finally flicked up to his, and your cheeks burned as you both watched one another intently.

“I’m going to take care of you, meine Leibe (my love).” He murmured, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. Your ears burned, and you were certain your cheeks were glowing, but you didn’t care anymore; you nodded and grinned up at him.

If this was anyone else, you might doubt the sincerity of their words; especially words so tender. They sounded like something out of a Jane Austen novel, or a poem; no one really spoke like that anymore.

But this was not just anyone.

This was Christoph.

Your safe place.

“Lay back.” He whispered, still holding your cheeks. Christoph gazed down at you for another moment, then released you. You did as he said, and scooted back until your head hit a pillow. When you looked back at the older man, he was stepping out of his pants; a part of you was thankful that he kept his briefs on, but the other part of you was not so prudish and wished to know what you were dealing with.

He sat back onto the bed, and crawled over to you, straddling yours legs just as he had before. You couldn’t help your thought running a mile a minute at you looked up at him above you.

God he’s handsome…

Then, the more your mind ran, you hands started to shake as your anxiety started to rear its head.

It only took Christoph three seconds to notice.

He held his hands out for you to take, which you did. This was a common thing the two of you did when settling you down; you lost count of how many times he had taken you aside on set or sat with you in your or his trailer or in a small restaurant and just held your hands like that. Your chest felt tight, and you felt as if you might wake up and find that this had all been a dream or that you had been in a coma…but it never happened.

He cared for you, and with him continuing to care for your well-being even when you were sharing the same bed, your heart felt as if it was about to burst.

“We do not have to do anything.” Christoph said gently, rubbing your pulse points. But you shook your head.

“No, no…I want to. I just…” you trailed off, and looked away. It wasn’t that you hated how you looked, but the man above you was beyond just good-looking. It was almost unfair how handsome he was.

“You just…?” He prodded, refusing to move until you finished your thought.

Always a gentleman…

“I know you asked if I was sure about doing this with you…but…Are you sure you want to do this…with…me?” You asked. You almost wanted to take your words back when he stopped stroking your wrists and pulled back a little.

Was he having second thoughts? Oh god I just ruined everything-

“My dear girl have you seen yourself?” Came his reply, almost chiding but still soft as ever.

Your eyes finally snapped to his, and you waited for him to continue, which he did. Christoph let go of your wrists, and eased himself down your legs to rest where your calves were. As he sat, he took each of your ankles from under him, and rested them beside his hips so he was effectively between your legs. Had you not been focused on what he would say, you would have likely been far more flustered than you already were.

Christoph traced your ankle with this thumb as he gazed at you, and pondered his words like he often did, “I do like to think of myself as a reserved gentleman…but if I must resort to more blunt measures to demonstrate to you your beauty, then I will.”

You watched him for a moment, then nodded your consent to his proposal, not fully knowing what he meant.

“Gut.(good)” he said, “Now then, I will start by saying that you have the most charming nature…what was it was Tim called you?”

“Mouse.” You breathed out with a lighthearted laugh as you remembered when the man had first called you by the name.

Christoph nodded.

“Mouse, that’s right. It is quite a perfect fit for you, and I mean that in the best way,” Christoph said in that slow way he did when he truly was thinking of what to say, “ Your small smiles…and when your cheeks go all red it is mesmerizing. Even when you are nervous, your eyes are bright and when you find comfort the ease in your shoulders is so cute.” He grinned, shaking his head, “ I know you know that you have a good heart…so you cannot sit here and tell me that you do not look in the mirror and see just how beautiful your outside is, if you know that what you have inside is truly stunning too.”

You had no words, you only stared up at him and nibbled your lip as you tried to process his words.

He sighed and tilted his head to the side, “Do you know how many times that look you have right now almost made me trip over my words? And I do not say that lightly by the way- I do not trip easily.” He teased in that stoic way.

You shook your head, “I can’t say I do.” You breathed.

He continued, “Do you know how many times I considered myself revoltingly lucky that I was able to be your safe place?”

You shook your head again.

“And I suppose you do not know how long I have wanted to have you in this exact position, hm?”

At his admission, your breath caught. You weren’t expecting that at all. Once again, your ears burned, and a part of your brain - the part that made your hands shake- told you he was lying, but thankfully that part lost.

Christoph continued.

“How long I wanted you to say my name as I held you…? Touched you?” He purred.

You breathlessly shook your head again.

“You are so beautiful, meine Leibe(my love).” Christoph whispered with conviction.

You stayed quiet as you sat up, and held his jaw. For a moment, you just stared at one another. It was like you were both reaching a silent agreement or sending a telepathic message via eye contact.

And it seemed to work.

You kissed him slowly, your tongues seducing one another as your body-heat began to rise. You let a moan sneak out, and felt him smirk against your lips; Christoph eased you onto your back and slowly kissed his way to your cheek, down to your throat where he nipped and suckled. Then, you couldn’t help but mewl and weave your fingers into his hair as he lifted your shirt and kissed your chest, down the valley between your breasts.

With a surge of confidence, you gripped your shirt and brought it up over your head and rested it on the mattress next to you. When the air hit your skin, your nipples hardened, and you saw Christoph pause and pull away to admire what you let him see. A pulsing heat coursed through your veins when he breathed out a controlled sigh, and his eyes darkened; you swore you could see the vein in his neck pulsing.

Christoph leaned up to your lips and nipped at them gently before kissing down to you ear. “You’re sure?” He asked you one more time.

With his chest against yours, you could feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, only hidden by his underwear. A blush crept across your cheeks when you took note of the size. In answer to his question, you let out a shaky breath and nodded, running your fingers through his silver hair. You almost hated how soft it was. “I am.” You said, swallowing. “And I’m on the pill.”

You were certain that the older man could hear your heart beating in your chest when he eased away from the side of your face and gazed down at you. His eyes were soft; inspecting your face for any trace of uncertainty or discomfort.

He found none, just like you knew he would.

You knew you wanted him.

Christoph slipped his hands into the waistband of the only fabric between you, and you locked your eyes with his, not daring to look away. He smirked ever so slightly and eased the underwear down his thighs. In your peripheral you saw his cock come free, and it took all of your will power to hold that intense stare between the two of you. Christoph’s eyes were alight as he sunk down to your lips once again.

His kiss was gentle- more of a caresses. It was as if he was reminding you that you were safe.

His hands held your thighs and pulled them up over his hips as he fit between them snugly, “I am going to take care of you, meine Schatz.” He whispered. You stared back at him, biting the inside of your lip as you nodded.

Christoph regarded you for another moment before slipping one hand between the two of you, and you felt the slick head of his cock part your slick lower lips. Then, with the same precision as he had been exercising all evening, he eased the first inch inside of you. You lips parted in a gasp at the feeling, and your hands gripped his shoulders as he suck deeper into you.

In the back of your mind you recalled a joke made towards him about being a ‘horse’and how he hadn’t denied it. Now with him almost splitting you open with a cock far larger than you had thought, you understood why. Ever the gentleman, Christoph paused every half inch to help you to adjust.

“Such a good girl…that’s it.” He cooed to you as his hips almost met yours.

Your cunt tensed around him at the praise, and you tried to hold back from moaning; it resulted in a gasp instead. His breath tickled your cheek as he chuckled, “Does my sweet girl have something to tell me, hmm?” He murmured, “Does my little one like it when I tell her how good she is?”

You whimpered and nodded, squeaking out a little “Yes!”, rocking your hips against him. Christoph grinned and pulled out until just the head was inside you, then pushed back in achingly slow. His cock dragged across that sensitive spot inside you that made your back arch and your core throb. This man would be your undoing- literally and figuratively.

His thrusts were measured, taking his time just as he had went he made you come on his fingers. Christoph pressed kisses to your neck and sucked at the skin gently; he stroked your outer thigh with his thumb as your pleasure mounted.

“I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long meine Schatz…” he breathed out, snapping his hips against yours harder with each thrust. You couldn’t help the moans that began to fall from your lips freely.

His confession echoed in your ears, making your skin heat up even more. You couldn’t help but imagine now that some of those secret glances he had cast you over the months of knowing one another did indeed mean more than a fleeting glance. You wondered if he had imagined taking you like this all those quiet evenings together, if he wished to move those innocent hands on you thigh further up until-

A harsh snap of his hips cut off your line of thought and you cried out at the sudden quickening of his pace. The sensitivity inside you grew more and more with each passing second until it felt as if your insides were scorched. Your legs began to shake and you could barely contain your hips as they met his.

“Chr-Christoph I’m-“ your words died on your tongue when you caught his eyes boring into yours.

He grinned evilly and almost growled, “Is my girl going to come? Be a good girl and come for me, yes? That’s it…So ein gutes Mädchen…(such a good girl)” His breath fanned across your cheeks, and you almost felt intoxicated, so you nodded and rocked yourself against him eagerly to please him; you wanted him to feel what he did to you, how he had inadvertently tortured you since you learned his name.

Christoph hummed und satisfaction when he felt that tightness form around him. “Ficken…das ist es (fuck, that’s it)”

Your nails dragged down his back and your legs locked over his hips as you came. A series of cries and mewls poured from your lips as you felt your thighs become slick with your own cum. Your breaths came in quick gasps as the older man fucked you through your orgasm, only slowing for you to finish. You knew his own was close as his thrusts became quicker and more calculated.

You decided to have a little fun of your own.

“Wirst du in mich kommen, alter Mann??(Are you going to come inside me, old man)” you murmured into his ear. At your words, his hips stuttered and he drew away from you to stare at you incredulously. Christoph searched your eyes for a moment, still rocking against you, then cracked a smile with a breathy laugh.

“You filthy girl…” he whispered. It seemed that your words did exactly what you wanted, as the next moment he pulled out of you, and flipped you onto your stomach then dragged you to the edge of the bed and sunk back inside you. A whiny moan tore from your throat as his pace became too quick to keep up with; your hands took purchase of the sheets and gripped them tightly. You buried your face in the plush mattress, trying to not wake the entire floor with your desperate moans.

Christoph pounded into you, his hands gripping your hips in an iron grip. You breathed and mewled, becoming more and more of a mess with each harsh thrust.

“Mein schönes Mädchen…(my beautiful girl)” Christoph breathed out. You felt yourself begin to tense up again as the heat inside you grew increasingly more and more unbearable. You barely had time to warn the older man of your climax as it shook through you, but then not moments later, Christoph pushed deep inside you until his hips were flush with yours, and you felt his cock pulse inside you. Your core became all warm as his cum flooded your walls, filling you up until it began to gush down your inner thighs.

Christoph slumped onto his hands on either side of your waist, and kissed down your spine. You both began to pant and sigh as your highs wore off; you realised how sore your legs were as you unclenched and relaxed.

“Are you alright, mein liebe?” He whispered as he pulled from you carefully.

All you could manage was a shaky, breathy “Yes.”

He pressed one more kiss to your shoulder, and stroked your head lovingly; You heard him leave the room, but then heard the water for the shower turn on. You gingerly turned around and laid on the bed with your eyes closed, but just as you went to get up on your own, you felt a hand brushing the hair from your face. Upon opening your eyes, you saw Christoph knelt before you gazing at you tenderly. Your poor heart pounded in your ears.

“Can you walk or shall I carry you?” Came his soft teasing voice. Your heart felt as if it might burst right there in your chest. Somehow you managed to sit up and swing your legs off the bed; Christoph took your hands and stood you up slowly. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist as you both walked into the steam billowing from the beautiful shower.

The two of you stood under the warm water with Christoph’s arms wrapped around you firmly. You rested your head against his shoulder as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. You were certain you would wake up any moment to be back in your own room, and find that this had been a dream. But the longer you were cradled in Christoph’s arms, the more you realized that you were don’t dreaming at all.

His fingers massaged your hair, and his hands gently washed away any sweat; you never in a million years would have thought that an older man would be caring for you so lovingly after bringing you the most pleasure you had felt in your life. Christoph kissed where his hands had gripped you tightly, up your throat and to your waiting lips.

Then, he dried you and wrapped you in a plush white robe before guiding you back to the bed. You both laid down- your leg over his thighs, and head on his chest; his arm around you and his other holding your hand that played with his chest hair.

“Now…where were we?” Christoph said with a little chuckle, which made you smile.

The film continued, and he occasionally made a comment; you noticed through your sleepy haze that his voice became lower when he was tired.

You slept in each other’s arms that night, not a care in the world that you had a flight to catch in the morning.

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