#perfekt body

[konigsblog]

begging for (kinda) soft könig x petite reader 🙏 any kink, any ideas you wanted to write about 🩷

love this idea :3

soft-könig and petite-reader

cw; size kink, petite!reader, stomach bulge

könig adores your size; how easily he's able to grope and grip your breast, cupping his whole hand over them so easily. he loves how he can use his weight to pin you down — ploughing and fucking into your slick cunt for hours while you pant, tears rolling down your cheeks from the sheer, thick size of his huge, fat cock.

because of this, you have to plead with könig to be gentle; to not absolutely ruin your insides. of course, he complies, pushing you down onto your back and spreading your legs.

his large, calloused hands grip your ankles, nearly encircling them with his fingers as he pushes closer, his leaking tip rubbing against your folds in anticipation. you whine out needily, euphoria and ecstasy dripping from your pussy. :(

“such a small thing, you always want more, my dear... i just don't know if i can give you all this.”

könig chuckles softly and quietly, his large hand rubbing over your stomach gently, pushing his broad hips into you and easing his fat dick inside slowly. you whimper — the stretch burning and aching, panting and heaving while you grip his burly arm, your eyes already fucked out.

könig tries not to lean onto you, breathing out shakily from pure horniness and rubbing his large hand against your cheek, his eyes locking into yours. he thrusts gently, tenderly kissing your forehead. he pushes down into you, leaning back and pressing his hand aching your stomach as he thrusts inside once again, feeling the outline of his dick in your stomach.

your cunny latches into him so well, taking his veiny and lengthy shaft so well, taking it without any complaints except a few mewls here and there. he pumps you full, his balls nearly meeting your ass. he kisses softly against your neck, keep his hand on your stomach while the other lifts your hips and angles them skywards towards his hips as he drives them into you, watching the way you bite your knuckle and breathe heavily through the stretch.

he spits onto his hand, rubbing your clit and watches as your body trembles, shaking with the need to cum all down his shaft and cover his abdomen in your sweet release. he grinds himself into you, praising you for each inch you take more and letting you know how proud he is of his darling.

“bist du nicht einfach so perfekt? wie kannst du in deiner kleinen größe so viel von mir aushalten? so winzig im vergleich zu mir, mein schatz, so ein kleines mädchen.“

“aren’t you just so perfect? how can you take so much of me at your small size? so tiny compared to me, my darling, such a little girl.”

he pumps his heavy dick into your swollen pussy, fucking you whilst chuckling and teasing you for being so sensitive, for attempting to wriggle away from his grip. he rubs your clit, hand cupping your breast as you begin to lose yourself, desperate to cum all down his dick. you cry out with pleasure as your orgasm runs through you, squirting against his lower abdomen and gripping the bedsheets tightly.

könig encourages you to take him all the way down to the base, watching as you struggle and cry out, whining for him sweetly. the head of his girthy cock oozes out ropes of white, hot cum, filling your hole with his release and pleasure before easing out and slapping his cock against your stomach, breathless at how far you took him. :3

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[klausysworld]

Hey babes, since you didn't update in 5 days im hoping that nothing bad happened to you and that you are alright:(<333

Anyway If not here is an new idea:

So Y/N is an Omega and her Parents don't like her and always been mean to her and abused her and all that yk? When they hear that Klaus who is an alpha seeks an Omega to be his, they try to sell her to him. (I don't know how to write this without it sounding weird but anywaysss) So they make her "perfekt" for him with putting on nice clothes and make up. And teach how she needs to be with her Alpha, which are all things like she needs to listen to him and do as he says and all that stuff. She is scared of what will happen to her since she heard the stories about Klaus.

But when she is with him he treats her so good and is caring and sweet and tells her that everything her parents said and did to her isn't true and that she doesn't have listen to their rules. She is comfortable with him and surprisingly happy and than there is smut and she even let's him mark her. She is happy with him and never wants to be away from him again and is kind of thankful that her parents sold her off.

Just for him

Klaus had been with his fair share of betas over his time, some other alpha as well but not an omega. Omegas needed tending to, attention and affection that he hadn’t been willing to give until now. He was at a time where he didn’t have anything to do, enemies were eliminated and he was in a somewhat healthy position with his family. All he needed was an omega and his days would be perfect.

And it didn’t take long for the word to spread through the supernatural community, all werewolves were informed that Klaus Mikaelson was looking for an omega to claim.

What they didn’t expect was for him to be so picky.

Elijah had been taking phone calls to arrange his brother meeting with omegas and their families to try and find the one best suited for him and they were both losing hope until Y/n’s father called. They painted the perfect picture, a sweet little angel. So Klaus agreed to a meeting and they brought the girl over.

When they arrived at the abattoir the girl was pushed forward, she reeked of fear and anxiety as her big eyes darted in every possible direction. Her hair was down, framing her soft face, her face was smooth with makeup with a pink blush across her nose and cheeks. Her lashes were long and painted black while her lips were pink and glossed.

Klaus’s eyes travelled the length of her, his pupils dilating as he looked over her pink cami dress. Her smooth legs were on display and her small feet were hidden by ankle strap platform heels.

Elijah could feel his lips quirk up slightly at the sight before them and he glanced to Niklaus with interest. They both gave a subtle nod before welcoming the Y/L/Ns inside.

Y/n kept silent the whole afternoon, just like her parents told her to be. Either her mother or father answered any of Klaus’s questions and both were more than eager to convince him she was perfect.

What they didn’t pick up on was how close Klaus was to tearing their throats out for not shutting up. Throughout the afternoon he could sense that it wasn’t just him that y/n was afraid of. He could see her body twitch and shift whenever either of her parents put a hand on her or looked her in the eye, at one point she had shuffled closer to Klaus himself so that her father couldn’t put his arm around her.

His eyes had been checking her all over and after staring at her soft thighs for a considerable amount of time, he eventually noticed small marks. Her dress had accidentally moved up and it barely covered her pretty panties from his view but unfortunately he didn’t catch a peek. What he saw instead were fingertip shaped bruises on her skin. It was her mother who fixed her skirt, a glare on her face when y/n went to open her mouth to apologise.

So he decided he would like to spend the next morning with y/n, alone.

The poor omega looked like she was going to cry when he told her that she would be having brunch with him and only him. As much as she was afraid of her parents, the ruthless Klaus Mikaelson was surely worse.

Nevertheless the next morning she was up and ready. Dressed to impress and waiting for him to come pick her up.

Her parents stood waiting expectantly for the door to knock and were fast on their toes to answer it, bright smiles on their face. Klaus raised a brow and glanced behind them to y/n who was picking at her freshly done nails.

“Come omega” he commanded, watching as she quickly scurried to his side. Her hand hesitantly went to his outstretched one, her eyes not daring to meet his. He hummed lowly and guided her to his car, opening the door for her and watching as a soft blush covered her face. She got into the passenger seat obediently and within a second he was beside her.

The ride was quiet, she could hear her heart pounding as he drove to a cafe.

He turned his head to her as he parked and unclipped his belt. “You don’t have to be so quiet my love” he mumbled whilst reaching forward to let his hand graze her cheek. Her eyes found his as a small whimper left her on response and his lips twitched into a smirk. “You truly are a sweet little omega” he grins and her cheeks redden further.

He shakes his head to himself and reaches for her hand, holding onto it and pulling her along with him into the cafe. “I’m sure you’re hungry sweetheart, you barely ate a thing at dinner” he muses as he leads her to their table and sits her down before seating himself opposite her.

Her big curious eyes dashed around the lounge type room, following the plates of food that the waitresses wore and to the range of guests, all clearly from money.

Klaus watched as she looked back to him quickly, her jaw clenched shut and her nose struggling to breath fast enough. He turned his head slightly and slid the menu across to her “you can have any thing you like, would you like something sweeter like pancakes or waffles or would you prefer something bigger like a full English or an American breakfast?” He pointed to the different sections for her and let her scan through the contents of each offer. Though his eyes narrow when her gaze landed on the sides

“I’ll just have some toast” she uttered reluctantly but he shook his head

“Choose something proper or I’ll pick for you” he commanded, his tone a little rougher as he felt his wolf pushing forward. A low, barely audible whine left her throat as she looked back down to the menu.

When she failed to make a better choice, out of fear of her mother or father finding out of her ‘greedy’ habits, Klaus simply did as promised and ordered her a stack of pancakes with bacon and syrup while getting a full english for himself.

A vanilla milkshake was put infront of her, despite her claiming to want a water and once more her cheeks went a shade pinker. It baffled her how he seemed to know exactly what she wanted and her wolf was slowly warming to his.

Throughout brunch Klaus was able to pull a few conversations out of her, nothing personal otherwise she seemed to shut down but she liked to hear about him and his interests though he had began to wonder if it was genuine interest or what how she was told to behave.

It wasn’t until after he had payed and brought her back to the car did he mention anything of it.

Just as Klaus clipped her belt on for her to ensure her safety did his hand get ahold of her chin to make her look at him. His eyes flashed gold making hers do the same, his irises bled into orange while hers went a pale yellow. He leant forward to brush his nose along the side of her neck, his wolf hungry for her and his mind wandering at the scent of her blood beneath her skin. The primal urge to sink his teeth in and mark her as his own was overwhelming and the way her wolf was responding only added to it. She was so submissive to him, so ready to bend to his every word.

“How long have your parents been training you?” He whispered gruffly and she felt her heart sink. When she didn’t reply he pulled back and tilted his head at her, daring her to speak “omega…”

“Since you started looking” she murmured timidly

“So they made you just for me?” He hummed and tucked her hair behind her ears as she nodded. “You know you don’t have to be so scared” he told her gently as he watched the panic sink in “you’re a very good girl, a very lovely omega but I’m sure you’re even better when you’re being yourself sweetheart” he explained and she nibbled her lip nervously. “I’d like to keep you my love” he muttered and she glanced to his eyes “to be my omega” he confirmed and she nodded slowly. “But I need you to be happy and comfortable, I don’t want my little omega to be afraid and feeling out of place” he murmured softly.

Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she glanced between him and her hands, unsure how to behave. He sighed lightly and stroked her jaw “alright sweetheart, you just sit and ill get us back” he mumbled a little disappointed.

She looked out the window as he got into his own seat and started the car. Her leg bounced through her nerves as she pictured her parents reaction when he told them she wasn’t the omega for him. As they drove nearer and nearer to his mansion she panicked more and more. Her breathing grew more laboured and she felt like the car was growing smaller around her.

Klaus glanced over to her as he heard her heavy breaths before quickly pulling over and unclipping his belt. He sped round to her side of the car and pulled her out of it and into his arms. She panted for air and he smoothed his hand over her hair

“It’s alright my love” he murmured softly “just breathe sweetheart, nice deep breaths” he tried to calm her but it wasn’t working. He bounced her gently almost like a baby as he shushed her softly. “You’re okay” he hummed “nothing’s gonna happen to you” he whispered but her face only seemed to get redder without air. He cupped her head and pushed her face into his neck, letting her nose press to his scent gland.

As though a switch was clicked she was relaxed, inhaling his scent and huffing it back out. Her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan left her pink lips. Klaus felt a low rumble leave his chest at the sound she released and his body shivered when her open mouth pressed to his neck.

His fingers gripped onto her hair tightly as she sucked the skin into her mouth.“Omega…” he groaned as he felt the wind whip over them as a car sped past. Her legs were round his waist as he clung onto her tightly. “Such…a good omega” he mumbled as her blunt teeth scraped his neck.

Y/n couldn’t help but want to sink her teeth into his skin. His alpha scent was addicting and being this close to him was sending her into complete auto drive.

Klaus stroked her hair gently, encouraging her to sink her teeth into his neck with a grin forming on his face. None of the other omegas he had met with were like this, nowhere near as perfect as she was.

His wolf had chosen hers and she had submitted to it instantly. Already she was seeking comfort from him and a whining mess.

Klaus’s eyes rolled back as he felt her little canines sink into the side of his neck, he squeezed her tight and pressed her up against the door on his car as he felt the gentle burn of the venom in her gums transfer into his bloodstream.

With much reluctance, y/n pulled her mouth away from his neck and began to drop her legs back down to the ground slowly. Her eyes widened as she realised the marks in his skin weren’t fading and hesitantly looked up to his eyes. He looked straight back at her, pupils blown open and fangs visible against his lip. She felt her belly pool with heat at the sight and she began to tilt her head to expose her neck for him.

Klaus didn’t waste another second before pressing his mouth to her throat, licking and nuzzling the flesh before dropping his fangs into her. Her moan was heavenly and encouraged him to take a gulp of her blood. The taste was intoxicating and his entire body was filled with a pleasant buzz as his hand began to grope alone her thighs.

Both minds fell to autopilot as he pulled back and her legs dropped down from his waist. She was turned around and bent straight over the hood of the car. Klaus ground his front against her soft little ass, his hands dragging the skirt of her dress up to reveal her cotton panties. He let out a groan before sinking his teeth back into her neck from behind, then her shoulder and her back, covering her in bite marks.

Y/n was a babbling, panting mess, her body rubbing itself against Klaus’s dick like a horny puppy. Her omega mind was completely in control as whimpered pleas fell from her lips, begging him to claim her right there.

Klaus wasn’t in any more control to deny her, his fingers snapping the elastic in her panties and throwing them to the road, his darkening eyes finding her bare ass and soaked pussy as he crouched down to get a look at her.

Y/n let out a pleasured cry when his warm mouth pressed to her cunt, her nails dug into the metal she was sprawled over and her legs began to shake. She moaned loudly for her alpha, begging and begging for more.

Klaus lapped like a dog, his tongue twisting and folding to devour her. His hands held her ass to give himself the best access and he sucked and fucked her weeping hole with his his face. Her little nails elongated to form her wolf’s claws as she cling to the car, her moans and cries were echoed out into the road and nearby trees but she didn’t care. All she knew was that whatever this feeling was, she was addicted to it.

Her hips ground herself onto his mouth, her body trembling and screaming for him to keep going. She let out a loud, incoherent sound as she felt something much more urgent flood her, begging to be reached.

Klaus could feel her body struggling to hold onto the building feeling. His tongue plunged into her repeatedly, taking enjoyment in her cries and the way her little cunt would tighten. It only took a few more sucks and licks at her pulsing clit before her legs went out and he help her firmly against the car as a rush of wetness was squirted all over him.

Klaus let out a grunt and a laugh when he pulled his face back to look at the mess, wiping his face with his sleeve and watching her limp thighs drip. “Perfect. Fucking. Omega” he growled as he stood up and ripped his belt off.

Y/n was panting softly, her breath creating a wet circle on the car as she pressed her cheek against the top. A small whimper left her when a car drove past, the drivers eyes wide as they sped by.

She felt his hands hold onto her hips, lifting her so she was bend further over the hood so her toes couldn’t reach the ground. Her lashes fluttered and a breath of air left her lungs as she felt something nice and thick press against her cunt.

“Alpha…” she whined and Klaus hummed deeply

“It’s alright omega, it’ll feel so good” he whispered as he thrust his hips forward. A sharp noise left her at the stretch. Klaus’s head threw back as he forced his cock all the way inside. His hand gently stroked her back as he heard her little sobs “it’s okay” he murmured “you’ll feel better in a moment I’m certain” he soothed.

Her pussy squeezed and pulsated around his cock, clinging to him desperately. She slowly felt the sting disappear and was left with a full feeling. Klaus sensed her calming and gently traced the teeth marks in her skin. “good girl” he whispered as he slowly began to move within her.

Her body relaxed entirety when he started thrusting into her, her cries became soft little moans and her eyes closed.

Klaus could feel his wolf sit right at the front of his mind, claiming her now as his. Klaus could feel the need to breed her full of his pups overwhelm his body.

His hips snapped to hers quickly, her hot pussy swallowing his cock more and more with each thrust. Her moans grew more frequent and her body rocked back and forth slowly to feel him hit deeper.

His hands caressed her hips gently as he groans loudly. “Such a good omega” he praises making her whimper happily.

“More” she whined and he grinned, moving fast and harder, causing the car to shake beneath her. He moved his hand around her waist, sliding it down to stroke his fingers against her slippery clit.

Y/n let out a loud cry at the familiar build up of heat. She looks over her shoulder to see her alpha pounding into her. Dark veins travel under his golden eyes as he looked to her. His lips parted to pant and he smiled to her, his spare hand pet her hair gently. A grunt left his lips when she tightened around him and he pressed his fingers down a little harder as she ground her clit against them.

Her sweaty hands left marks against the hood of the car and her body felt hotter with each passing second. Klaus could feel her squeezing his swelling cock every few seconds, her puffy clit pulsating and her thighs trembling. He could feel the marks in his neck burn pleasantly and knew she could feel the same from her own mating marks as a pleasant purr rolled through her body.

Mumbled moans tumbled from her lips clumsily as her mind completely clouded over. She muttered incoherently as she felt his cock spill inside her. He rubbed her clit quickly, his other hand gently sliding down to her ass as he moving his hips a little slower as his sensitivity skyrocketed.

He smiled lazily to himself at the coked sound she let out as her pussy spasmed around him. He pet her ass gently, gradually reducing his thrusts and pulling himself out. Klaus let her rest against the car for a moment, grinning as another car went by and offering a finger wave to the passengers.

He hummed to himself as he pulled his trousers back up and grabbed his belt from the floor. He fixed himself up before picking up on the sniffles of his omega. He frowned and noticed her still over the car, he quickly lifted her up.

“Sweetheart” he whispered, his hand cupping face to see the tears gathered in her eyes. “Oh dear” he uttered, quickly pulling her face to his neck again and kissing her forehead “what’s wrong omega? Does it sting?” He questioned and she shook her head

“My mother’s going to be so mad” she whispered, looking to her underwear that resided on the dirty road. Klaus smiled gently and pet her cheek

“No she won’t my love, she’ll be very proud of what a good girl you’ve been for your alpha” he told her and she sniffed “I’m gonna get rid of those worthless parents of yours my lovely, and then you’re going to stay with me forever” he whispered “gonna look after you and our babies, bet you’ll give me strong alpha pups” he cooed and she smiled slightly while wiping her eyes.

“my alpha?” She whispers quietly and he nods

“All yours little one, yours forever” he confirms as he carries her back into the car and sits her on his lap. “Gonna have to buy you so many dresses my lovely, and so many pairs of panties for me to rip up” he teased and she blushed. He stroked her hair gently with one hand while the other drove the car back to his mansion.

His siblings only smiled as he walked past them with her hidden in his arms, he took her up the stairs and into an empty room. He opened the wardrobe in the corner and dozens of soft materials fell out. Her eyes sparkled at the sight and he set her down on her feet

“You stay here and build your pretty nest and I’ll go take care of your parents okay sweet omega?” He smiled and she nodded with a bright smile as she grabbed one of the fleeces.

He kissed the top of her head before jogging down the stairs to sort everything out for his little omega to live a safe and happy life.

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[pixeechix21]

Nerdy!Virgin!König x fem!reader

He’s so quiet in class who would’ve guessed he was so good at making you come. He tries not to hurt you but he’s so big. You take him so well.

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Nerdy!virgin!König is so messy. He didn’t really know how to act, blushing and eager when you first teased that you’d let him hit. He stuttered asking when? You laughed at how shy he was.

He’d always been so quiet in class, and you’d see him in the library occasionally you’d ask for help from him. He’d always help you, making sure you understood 100%. His baby blue eyes looked so pretty when he turned a rosy colour.

He knocked on your door, getting up off your bed, you open it letting the hallway light flood your darkly lit room. His jaw dropped as he saw you standing much smaller than him looking up at him with perfect doe eyes. He had brought you flowers sweetly, closing the door behind him as you take him by the hand to your bed.

His touches were inexperienced but he seemed to learn fast what you liked. He’d drag his tongue up your neck kissing you. He was a virgin but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to kiss you. Cupping and caressing your tits under your bra. His bulge pressed hard again your lower stomach. “Let me help you,” you sigh as he took a nipple into his mouth. You undone his sweats and he’d taken off his boxers. You grabbed the condom from his hands as he struggled to open it. He was shaking slightly his weight pressing down on the bed. Without taking your eyes off of him to opened the packet. Taking hold of his hard cock, you lick it gently feeling him as he hisses. Tightly you unroll the condom, you relish how he’s tensed under your soft touches. He braces himself, hands caging you in, he strokes himself up and down your soaking cunt. Pushing in slightly at your tight entrance, then pausing at the enthralling sensation. His breathes are heavy as you relax around him taking him inch by inch.

He’s much larger than others, and his girth stretches your walls tantalisingly. You shift your hips to take more of him but his large hand grasps you just below your throat, the other digging painfully into your hip. “O-one second, you’re so tight me in Schazt,” his voice is raspy as he pushes in further. Pausing right on your sweet spot, it’s hard to breathe as he fills you up entirely you don’t know if you can take any more.

“Your- you’re so big König, it hurts,” you whimper nails running down his expansive back.

“I know Engle, you can take it. You look so pretty taking me so well,” he shifts raising one of your legs to his shoulder. Head rolling back as he restarts his thrusts. Slowly at first, but as your moaning and pretty whimpering fills his ears he quicken the pace. “Shit-shiße I’m going to co-“ he stops instantly shaking as an overwhelming feeling collects at the bottom of his spine.

His fingers nonchalantly start to circle your swollen clit, he’d loved eating you out but he truly loves watch you taking him to the hilt, squirming under his teasing touch.

“König please fuck me,” your hand grips his hand as he drags you closer to your climax.

“Come around me first Schazt,” and you do. Your soft walls clench around him eyes rolling to the back of your head. He doesn’t let you collect yourself as he can’t wait any more, he starts to fuck into you viciously like this was what you were both meant to do. He hits your cervix over and over pushing himself all the way in.

“It hurts! Fuck König please-“ you scream and beg as he doesn’t stop. He’s seeing white as you milk him needlessly.

“I know Schazt, I’m sorry- shiße Engle du bust perfekt,” he nuzzles the crook of your neck as tears ruin you mascara. His large body grounds you as you come again and again.

“Please!”

“You’re taking me so well, just a little more,” he strains out. “Like that Engle, this is all yours.”

You kiss he stops instantly, bucking his hip further into you. “Fuu-“ he trails off kissing you and wiping your eyes.

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[honeypipin]

The Banker made König Jealous?

Mafia!König who felt terribly sour after seeing the posts you made on instagram at the gala.

The way you looked in your outfit, and the bright smile on your face... yeah, ok so he might have jerked off to the pictures countless times, it was very good material for his imagination, in his defense... but he was so upset he wasn't there with you!

No matter what au he's in, König is our favourite pathetic man, he might try to hide it, but stalking all of your crush's social medias, finding out where they live and constanly fighting over control of the area (and obviously you) will always make him a simp. He just can't help it when it comes to you.

And now he sits in his office, waiting for your arrival, picking at the old scab on his forearm with nothing else to do.

Now he does, you're here!

"Ah, Hallo." He sits up straight, posture no longer henched over his desk, and gestures to the free seat infront of his.

"Hello König, how are you today?"

"Good. How are you?"

"Im ok, thank you. So as we talked last time..."

Now he means no disrespect, but he zones out immediately, so entranced with you, how confidentally you speak about financials, the little smirk that plays on the corner of your mouth when you tell him about an investment plan you are sure is full proof - you're so proud of your abilities, and it doesn't help König's heart with how pretty you are. He could spend hours listening to your sweet voice (and is very desperate to).

A good 10 minutes pass of you explaining your brilliant ideas and König always agreeing to it, since he would let you burn him to the ground if you really wanted. You could tell him that you wanted to feed all of his money to a donkey and he would, just to see a smile on your face. A romantic at heart.

"So? What do you think?"

"Perfekt."

"Really?"

"Always." Always, everything you do is perfect, even in it's imperfect ways, it's always perfect. He is a man who lives to serve, and who else to serve but you? He could wait on you, hand on knee for his life for what matters. Have you ever seen something so awe-inspiring and amazing you physically freeze, jaw-dropped just to take it in? You just stop and this completely new feeling overcomes you, no fear, not even happiness, you're just taking it in.

That's how König felt about you. Well, the first time, but now, he's trying to get himself closer to this absolute paradox. How could you just...be? Like somekind of idol he can't get into the space of, that was exactly it. Like light, he can only watch, watch it dance and play with its beautiful colour, watch it trick him and reveal to him, but can never touch, only feel the ghost of its warmth.

Does he have to let you burn him?

Will he have to feel your love scald his spine? Drip down his body with bloody blisters in its leave? Feel his skin splinter away and his bones into ash under your adoration? Let his wax wings melt into the sea and drown himself in your heat for your heart? He'll do it. He's a man of his word, perhaps not a wise one, but devoted for sure.

"Great. How about we meet up tomorrow to discuss further, your office?"

"Sure."

You weren't going to burn him, not yet. For now, you were going to sear him a little, take a few bites out of his heart, then fucking disintergrate him. And the weirdo would let you do it everytime.

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[soapels]

stress relief

konig x female reader

tw: nsfw, dry-humping, konig is soft and down bad for reader

notes: guys i luvvvv konig he is too adorbs to not make a sappy lil smutty drabble of! pls enjoy this quick one n tell me who u wanna see next, drop suggestions + thirsts and whatnot ♡

all hearts & reblogs are so appreciated!

The two of you shouldn’t be up.

Let alone up to no good— it’s late, most of your comrades are sleeping just in the next room over, and you’re pretty certain it’s against standard protocol to let your fellow operator pull down your pants.

But he is, and you’re letting him.

Consider it stress relief, is what you tell yourself to ease the guilt and that niggling feeling of dirtiness creeping over your bones as he slots his hips up with yours, setting you down on the top of a table- oddly gentle for a horny man of well over six foot five- and places a smattering of kisses over your neck, cheeks, jaw…

He’s a little awkward, you notice, and that’s fine because you are too— he’s tall anyway, too big for his own good and most practical jobs (on the odd occasion or two, you may even catch him mourning the old rejection of his sniper application), so you understand.

You’re too dazed on his sweet touch to pay any of it much mind, though, his lips peppering puppy-dog kisses over every inch of exposed skin as he ruts his hips against yours, cock bulging through the fabric of his boxers, pants half down as he grinds against the wet spot of your panties.

“Perfekt,” he moans softly into the dip beneath your jaw, your nose pointed to the ceiling as your eyes search for purchase there, tummy clutching up with some unbridled pleasure as his big hands hold you close, gloved fingertips- nothing close to painful- digging into the fat of your plushy thighs.

The first whine he drags out of is you is fragile, he treats it like silver, a hand swinging up to brush his knuckles over the slope of your cheek, blue eyes a faded haze of lust and adoration as he momentarily debates freeing the both of you and sticking it in already.

(But he’s big— wouldn’t it hurt you? What if you don’t really want him like he wants you—? Konig can manage like this anyway, because you feel so good, his cock nudging eagerly over your clothed pussy, your aura sucking him in deliciously. And he’s sure he’d embarrass himself too- would cum too fast, ‘cause you’re just so sweet and pretty and he’s wanted this for too long.)

Konig’s patient, though, and you’re something well worth the wait, the gloved pads of his fingers swiping away the hazy tears that gather at the shimmery lines of your eyes. (Gorgeous, he’s sure there’s galaxies hiding there.)

When your hips start moving against his, timid at first- slowly building up to a speed that matches his own careful, needy one- he moans at your ear, teeth nipping at its lobe as he brushes away the hair there.

Delicately- so soft. So good.

You mewl and twitch when his very-evident bulge catches on your puffy clit, your cotton panties soaked with your budding arousal at the front- and he swears he nearly cums on the spot.

“Ja bitte,” he groans, voice teetering on the line of hesitant ferocity, his massive body towering over yours- swallowing you up in his shadow- as the cicadas thrum outside. And Konig lies you on your back, then, dragging you in by those hypnotic hips of yours that always seem to thwart his concentration, folding himself over you as he humps into you like a mutt in heat.

“Cum for me,” he whispers, all feral and sweet, the black curtain of his mask tickling the V of your jaw, “C-Cum for me, please.”

And you do.

All over, soiling the thin fabric of your undies, his pelvis soon jerking in response— stopping dead in its tracks— and then twitching as he nibbles on the soft expanse of your neck, spilling spilling spilling—

“Ah- good,” he whines out, voice blissed-out yet just thick enough to hear.

“Very good—… good girl…”

The my part of the good girl goes unspoken, but Konig really hopes you’ve got no intention of backing out on him now, princess…

(Or the next day. Or the next… Or the next…)

#konig smut #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig x reader #konig fanfiction #call of duty #cod x reader #smut #call of duty x reader #i love this man #no complaints here ❤️‍🔥 #hope u guys liked this lil thirst fic thing #tell me what u wanna see #im open to good suggestions ♡♡♡

[kqulitz]

nightmares

tom kaulitz x reader

summary: your boyfriend comforts you after you have a nightmare.

tags: established relationship, nightmares/night terrors, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sleepy! tom, protective! tom, insecure! reader, talks about breaking up

lowercase intended

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

tom wakes up to a rough smack against his shoulder, it jolts his body a little. he groans, grabbing your arm to hold it still. you toss over, facing away from him. tom exhales slowly, assuming he must of done something in his sleep that has woke you up as he moves to try and curl his arm around you. you roll over again, whining softly; your elbow hitting his stomach. tom let’s out a soft ‘oomph’, this time opening his eyes. “baby- was ist los mit dir?” (what’s the matter with you?) he asks, voice raspy with sleep. you don’t respond, your brows are furrowed in the early morning light. tom shakes you gently, unsure if you were asleep or not. you whine again, brows scrunching as you move your head to the side. it finally hits your boyfriend that you were having a nightmare; and so he immediately sits up.

“baby.” he mumbles, shaking you awake. you whine, finally waking up, sitting up a little. “geht es dir gut?” (are you okay?) tom asks, hand gently cradling your cheek as you calm down. “ja, mir geht es gut.” (yes, i’m okay.) you exhale softly, hugging your boyfriend tightly. tom doesn’t believe you, slowly easing you back down onto the bed. “what happened?” tom asks softly, kissing your head. “it’s nothing, tommy. don’t worry.” you sigh, squeezing him tighter to you. “du kannst mir sagen.” (you can tell me) he responds, struggling to keep his eyes open due to how tired he was. “lass es einfach, tom. es ist nicht wichtig.” (just leave it tom. it’s not important.) you yawn, lay wide awake in your boyfriend’s arm. tom hums, kissing your forehead. “if it upset you then it is important. talk to me.” he mutters, huddling closer for your warmth.

“it’s just a stupid dream… it’s not real.” you respond, kissing his neck. “please, baby? i won’t go to sleep until you do.” he jokes, trying to make you laugh a little. “it’s just… it was about us.” you sigh, running a hand over your face. tom wakes up a little, humming. “what happened?” he asks, fingers brushing against your cheek. “there was an argument, a big one- and…” you cut yourself off with a sour laugh. “it’s stupid.” your words make tom frown. “it’s not stupid. tell me what happened.” he mumbles, hand gently rubbing your arm. you let out a shaky sigh, pressing your face against tom’s neck.

“you- we were fighting- and you said you hated me, and we… ended up breaking up.” you frown, hating how your voice wavers. “oh, mein süßes mädchen… i could never hate you.” (my sweet girl) tom sighs, kissing your forehead firmly. “i know- i told you it’s stupid.” you sigh, sniffling a little. “it’s not stupid, baby.” tom sighs. he was very aware of your insecurities, whether it was due to past relationships or other anxieties, he knew of them all; he just didn’t realise how badly they were affecting you. “m’sorry- i didn’t mean to upset you-“ you start after mulling over his silence. “no- no, schatz, i’m not upset.” (honey) tom sighs, hugging you closer. you hum, it’s low and somber. “i love you, baby. i could never; ever, ever hate you, at all. you’re so precious to me.” tom tells you, kissing your forehead again. “tom..-“ you mumble, growing more and more flustered. “no, you have to hear this. i love you, i love you so much. not anyone else, just you.” tom rolls over a little, his weight pressing you to the bed. “tom..!” you whine, sighing a little.

“du bist perfekt für mich, meine liebe.” (you are perfect to me, my love.) tom yawns a little, his breath tickling your neck. “alright- alright, i get it.” you giggle, hand gently tapping his shoulder. tom smiles, humming lazily as he kisses your neck. you don’t even realise you’re smiling as tom clings onto you, his breaths slow and steady as he starts to doze off once more. your nightmare goes forgotten as you let yourself fall asleep too.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing

[barefoothighlander]

i loved your simon x sunshine wife can you please do one with konig ? love your work!!! <3

of course, thank you so much!

warnings: none just fluff, mention of anxiety

It was a pretty big shock to the team when they found out you and König were married, he was always quiet, keeping to himself where as you would burst into rooms, chatting with anyone who wanted to.

Contrary to popular belief he was talkative, but only when you were home, he'd tell you about his day, animals he'd encounter on his way home if he saw something he thought you'd find interesting.

He loved listening to you talk, ambling about whatever was on your mind, his eyes practically heart-shaped at the way your face lit up, your infectious smile that he loved.

You'd find things to surprise him with, somedays you'd try to cook or bake something that would remind him of his home considering he spent so much time away.

On his most recent deployment, you made it your mission to try and learn some German to surprise him.

You extended your arms to him as he entered the door, "Willkommen zu hause, meine liebe" You struggle through the words, squinting your eyes as you try to remember them. Even behind his hood, you could see his face light up, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, "Where did you learn that?", "Tried to learn some while you were gone, is it terrible?" You scrunch your face and he shakes his head, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you, "You're pronunciation is off but, es ist perfekt, meine liebling"

He enjoyed how tactile you were, always having your hands on him somehow, his favourite was when you played with his hair after a long day. Every morning before he left for work he'd wake you up to braid it for him, insisting that you did it so much better than him and you happily obliged.

You were a naturally curious and extroverted person, stopping in the street to have conversations with strangers, asking to pet their dogs as you walked hand in hand with him, the idea of chatting with strangers made him nervous, scared they'd be intimidated by him but you always held his hand through interactions.

If he was anxious you'd pull him aside and wrap your arms around him, providing some sort of pressure on his chest to help him relax, reminding him to breathe.

He was utterly surprised when you first began dating, his face flushed as you asked him out on a date, most people crossed the street when they saw him, his large mask-clad form roaming the streets, but not you, you didn't treat him differently than any other person.

It took him a few months to be comfortable enough to show you his face, nervous you'd dislike the way he looks but he practically melted into your touch when you stroked a thumb across his cheek, tucking loose hair behind his ear.

"It's long, your hair, I thought it'd be short" "You don't like it" "I love it"

The wedding was small, held at your home with just a few friends, the team and minimal family, you had let him choose the food for the occasion while you took to decorations. Picking flowers from the garden that the two of you had made, it helped with his stress to tend to the flowers, having to be responsible for something so fragile.

You had gotten closer to the team and encouraged him to do the same, inviting them over on weekends and stopping by the base when they were there, it was no surprise that you got along with the men and it helped him get to know them better, lightly laughing along as you joked with Soap and Price.

"Cannae imagine how big your kin will be, I mean the man is massive" König practically choked on the air in his throat as Soap joked. "You have no idea, Johnny" You laughed, König dropped his head in embarrassment, laughing while you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

It was a weekly occurrence that you had to remind him that you weren't made of glass, every touch so gentle and careful like it he pressed too hard you'd shatter.

In public his hands always sought some part of your body, whether they settled on your waist or lower back, you grounded him.

He'd complain a lot about how you'd steal food from his plate but the truth was he thought it was cute, how you'd try to sneak bites away while he wasn't looking, or attempt to distract him while he was cooking so you could pick at the food.

Sometimes when he was really tired or stressed he'd slip back into German, forgetting that you couldn't understand every word and apologizing.

"will dich nicht verlassen" He grumbled, you hummed in response, turning his head to peak an eye at you "M'sorry, forgot for a minute" "S'okay, I like hearing you speak" "You can't understand me" "Your face says more than you think" You smile, kissing his forehead while his arms wrapped around you, tugging you into him.

It was a struggle every time he left home, not knowing when he'd be home, but the wait was always worth it, watching him walk through the door and immediately relax his shoulders at the sight of you, his eyes staring at you the same way they did when you first met.

Willkommen zu hause, meine liebe (welcome home my love)

es ist perfekt, meine liebling (it’s perfect my darling)

will dich nicht verlassen (i don’t wanna leave you)

#konig #cod konig #konig fluff #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig imagine #konig x reader #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #cod mw2 #mw2022 #konig mw2

[rockcollector3000]

König x plus size!reader HCs

SFW & NSFW

SFW

If you’re insecure about your body, he will stop at NOTHING to fix that.

He’s picking you up all the time, ALL THE TIME. you can’t reach something in a cabinet? Now you can. Can’t find the ladder to change a light bulb? You don’t need it.

König goes shopping with you all the time, he likes picking out clothes for you.

If you get indecisive about what to wear because you think nothing looks good, he’ll gladly pick for you.

When you try those stupid fad diets, he supports you. And when they inevitably don’t work out, he makes sure you know it isn’t your fault.

If you struggle with eating, he’s so damn supportive. “Just a few more bites, schatz?” “You did so good, maus. I’m so proud of you.”

NSFW

I know for a FACT that König loves bigger people.

It makes him feel so damn strong that he can just pick you up and toss you around (no matter your size).

He loves putting you on top so he can see how you body moves while you ride him.

There is an ENDLESS string of praises while he’s fucking you. All of them are in that needy, broken English. “Look at you, so perfekt.” “Ich liebe… fuck- you. I love you.”

He LOVES your thighs, he wants to mark them in places no one but him will see.

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #modern warfare x reader #headcanon #konig #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig smut #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig modern warfare #konig headcanons #konig imagine

[0maisie0]

Rainy Christmas Eve - The toymaker x fem!reader

(Merry Christmas Eve (I'm so ready for Ncuti's first ep)

The deep red building stared at you from across the road. It illuminated the foggy street around you. The rain cut into your skin under the cheap umbrella you kept in your bag for moments like this. The toy-filled windows watched as you walked up to the door. Their heads seemed to turn as you approached. Teeth catering as the bell signalled your arrival. 

Inside, the shop was filled with toys and games. A row of perfect marionette puppets stared, glassy eyed at you as you walked towards the wooden counter. A dripping trail of water left a mark of your presence.

A grey haired man leant over a broken doll. His hands worked quietly to fix the young porcelain child on his desk. As you took a step closer his head snapped up, his dark eyes piercing through you.

“Oh! Ein new customer, terrible wetter für Weihnachten eve, ja?” 

His distorted German accent cut through the hum of toys. His speech jumped between English and German, all you could do was nod in agreement as he continued to speak and become more animated. 

“What brings schöne Dame to mein store, maybe eine puppe oder bear for the little kinder oder train going rund und rund und rund?”

You stared at him, mesmerised as he spoke and moved. His hands lead the conversation more than his speech. The toymaker looked down at you with a grin and sneaky wink. Your coat still dripping onto the worn carpet.

“My sister chose to tell me she was pregnant a week ago, I haven't had much time to get her anything for the new baby,” you explained.

The toymaker's face lit up at the mention of a child. “Ein baby! Are du thinking von einem little Teddybär or blocks? Es gibt viel choice. Here, ich will helfen you.”

He guided you over to the right side of his counter where a small christmas tree sat undecorated. A wide eyed teddy bear sat with his head resting against the tree. His fur was brown and felt soft to the touch as your hand combed through. Beside it was a smaller blue bear. Its ocean blue skin and shorter fur made the body feel squishier. You gently felt both.

“I like the blue,” you muttered mostly to yourself but the toymaker interrupted quickly after. 

“Ah, ja, the Blauer bär. ich machte her myself, beautiful fur, ja?”

He picked up the bear, showing it off to you. A red ribbon wrapped around its neck and held together with a tight bow. The toymaker smiled and winked again.

“Sie will be perfekt for your neffe or nichte.” 

“Yes, I think she will.” you smiled back out of politeness, the toymaker already starting to wrap up the little bear in paper.

“Das wetter is zu bad for you, kommen, stay bis clear.” he placed the wrapped bear onto the desk. Its soft head poked out of the top, making it seem like the teddy had been wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother. I mean you must be preparing for christmas.” 

“Nothing das kippen wait.” his voice suddenly changed. His broken German became smooth English and his accent disappeared. 

“let's play a game.”

#the toymaker #doctor who #doctor who x reader #the toymaker x reader #celestial toymaker #the celestial toymaker #toymaker #merry christmas #why is he kinda hot

[ornii]

Hi so i had this idea for a while. When your free can you do like a Jenna ortega x Male Reader where the reader is basically Michael Jackson?

Oh..The Wicked Games We Play

This got so much Darker than I wanted it to be, so I just sort of ran with it lmao. I was listening to Wicked Games by The Weeknd and it just sort of flows out. And I consider The Weeknd definitely on Par with MJ in this current music Landscape, so I’ll try and go for that.

Fame, Fortune, the lifestyle normal people dream for, is really a nightmare you eventually never wake up from. That was the case with you. The lavish cars, men and women screaming your name as you stood before them, like a god amongst men. You truly felt, untouchable. That’s how all those wiry fame feel, that they’re invincible, that human emotions don’t matter to them now, nothing matters. The stage was set for another concert, you had a final performance before the end of the tour, and like the scary perfectionist you are, you put 200% effort into all of it. Rehearsals, vocal performances, workouts, everything to push the human body to its limits. There was only one person that got inbetween all of this.

Jenna.

It wasn’t on purpose of course, it wasn’t her fault her natural beauty, amazingly perfekt personality and allure caught your eye so often, the way she watched so intently during your rehearsals, the concern she would show when you began to slow down, lose balance, look a bit, disheveled from lack of sleep. She loved you, but she was slowly starting to resent what you became and she hoped this tour will be the last for a while, with her workings schedule and the performances you put on on a weekly basis, it’s amazing you two have time for anything. While the premiere Wednesday was stellar, you unfortunately couldn’t make it due to being halfway across the country, but you watched, called, texted and constantly showed your support, regardless of presence or not.

But one thing, one small occurrence showed you an unfortunate side of popularity, watching the cameras flash of Jenna, and Percy, who played Xavier, the way he seemed so, calm around her, his natural they seemed together. While it irked you, you couldn’t be angry at costars being well, Co-Stars. Ready to put the subject down, you watched as his hand wrapped around her shoulder, her smile, his, and that gnawing feeling sank back into your heart, jealousy. And In that fit, you extend the tour another two weeks, and pushed yourself to take the world over, she’ll have to notice you then.

You stopped responding to her text so much, simple one worded answers, short calls, barely getting any sleep, work, work, work. Focus, confidence in yourself, that’s what you needed. And it all came to a final push during the last night of the tour, backstage you sat down in the room, trying to think straight as the sleep deprivation and exhaustion took its tole, looking in the mirror you saw the bags under your eyes, the weary look in them, and in the reflection of the mirror, you watched the door open, and Jenna was there, she looked worried, having to fly all the way out here, just for this.

“(Y/n).” She said in a slightly upset tone, she folded her arms as you kept staring at the mirror.

“Why haven’t you been talking to me?” She asks.

“I have—“ you attempt to reply, but she isn’t buying your obvious bullshit.

“Stop lying, you aren’t like this, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She approaches your chair, and your anger slowly began to rise up, letting it boil.

“Why? Why don’t you just go talk to Percy, you two seem close.” You say, not out of Hate, but misguided feelings, She stood in her tracks and was in disbelief.

“That’s what this is about?” she said, and you stood up to turn around.

“What else would it be? Jenna I can barely get to hold you sometimes and he gets to put his fucking arm around you?”

“That’s, I don’t know why he did that, but you know we just work together. You know that’s true, why are you so angry?”

“You always told me that we try to keep it friendly with everyone we work with so shit like this doesn’t happen and the media doesn’t run with it!”

“What am I supposed to do? Shove him away? What do you want from me? You’re mad because I didn’t scream at him?!”

“Because I—“ you start, but stop and shake your head, you saw the hurt in her eyes, and it didn’t make you feel better as you thought it would.

“I love you… but I can’t be around you right now.” You said, and Jenna took a deep breath walked back to the door, you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing you said would fix this. The performance was less than ten minutes and you had all of this baggage, you took the rest to try and sort it all out, and began the performance. Darkness enveloped the stage, and red lights, like a highway began to go along the stage and one appeared before you in the middle, the crowd exploded with cheers and love, but it all felt so.. hallow. Because the one person you wanted there left in a fit of rage because of you, but as the veterans of music would tell you, the show must go on. The music bellows and you step out under the red in the classic Red Wine suit bladed, black slacks and button up shirt and gloves, with your eyes hidden behind the glasses, your voice took over the world at that moment, as Blinding Lights roared though the stadium.

“I've been tryna call, I've been on my own for long enough, Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe

“I'm going through withdrawals / You don't even have to do too much / You can turn me on with just a touch, baby!~

“I look around and / Sin City's cold and empty (oh!) / No one's around to judge me (oh!) I can't see clearly when you're gone!

“I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights / No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch / I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night / Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

(Hey!, hey!, hey!)

Song after song, Wicked Games, StarBoy, Earned It, the crowd drinking in the roar of your voice, the sound, as the music downs out and it’s all black, you pull out your phone and make a single text to the DJ.

“Change of Plans, Die for you.” He says, and as the crowd prepares for the final song, you walk up to the mic stand and grab it, and nod. Your eyes look desperately out to the crowd, as if to yell for him but, no one can hear, and you look forward, only hoping she’s watching from somewhere.

“This is for you Jenna. Love you and, I’m sorry.” You utter in the mic, missions of “Awws” echo but you ignore them and continue as the song begins.

“I'm findin' ways to articulate the feelin' I'm goin' through, I just can't say I don't love you..

'Cause I love you, yeah

“It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold But tonight, I'm gon' let you know

Let me tell the truth Baby, let me tell the truth, yeah!~

“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes!You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry, You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night, I'm scared that I'll miss you, happens every time, I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love I try to find a reason to pull us apart

It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it!

I can't walk away, oh!!~

Even though we're goin' through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you! Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'Cause baby, I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~

“I'm findin' ways to manipulate the feelin' you're goin' through, But, baby girl, I'm not blamin' you Just don't blame me, too, yeah 'Cause I can't take this pain forever And you won't find no one that's better 'Cause I'm right for you, babe I think I'm right for you, babe!~

“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it! I can't walk away, oh!

“Even though we're goin' through it!And it makes you feel alone, Just know that I would die for you! Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~”

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind ‘Cause baby, I would die for you, uh Baby, I would die for you, yeah

“I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, My baby

I'm just sayin', yeah, I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, My baby

“Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, ooooooooh~”

“Even though we're goin' through it!And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'Cause baby, I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah…”

As the music drowns out, after spending so much energy, your legs began to gave out, the heat of the lights, the deafening crowd, it all was too much for your body, and you toppled down, the last thing you saw before the darkness were the red lights flashing black.

Your eyes began to flutter awake, resting on something, soft and warm, but it slowly began to return to focus as you saw Jenna, she looks down at you. You were backstage, resting on her legs on the couch.

“You’re a fucking idiot you know that?” She said, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Shut up, you haven’t eaten, slept? This is why I wanted you to stop, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Jenna—“

“No, save your strength, I get you were upset and I’m sorry.”

“I’m.. sorry too..” you murmur, and she kept that cute angry pout that she did on Wednesday, but it slowly crumbled down as she placed her hand on your chest. Feeling your heartbeat.

“Let’s just… take the month off, Wednesday stopped production and season two is a while away, and I think you’re doing touring.. right?”

“Well—“

“That was a rhetorical question.” She replied, annoyed, you take her advice and just go along with her, you raised your hand and placed it on hers, holding it. All that fake and fortune means nothing without the love of your life, her hand near your heart.

I Suppose fame and fortune have their Wicked Games to play on those who chads it.

#netflix #male reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW: mentions of knife play, weapons, explicit language, sexual content, bondage/chains.

“Prisoner of War.” PT.2

A creditable sigh eases itself out while König watches the consequential duel between bravado and submission in your irises. Sliding his finger out from the depths of your mouth, a residual smile is left clinging onto your lips.

“I'm a whore who you desperately crave to have control over."

The words fell from your mouth with little to no trouble at all, dripping with the appalling truth. Underneath the hood, König's upper lip plucked in annoyance but he held his unwavering gaze as you taunted him with a giggle.

"Ich hasse dich. (I hate you.)"

He didn’t deny it.

How could he?

Though truth be told, hatred was the vital element that pumped through his veins all those years of tracking you down, infatuated on the day when you would finally meet your demise.

But now, you were finally at his mercy.

As it should've been from the very beginning.

In turn, you couldn’t care less if he hated you or not. All you needed was to buy enough time to make an escape and if you had to go to the extreme...then so fucking be it.

"I don't think you hate me, König. In fact, I think it's the complete opposite of that."

"Do tell, meine schatz. Because if I remember correctly, you've been nothing but a monumental pain in my ass the last few years."

"Oh, please." You scoffed. "Don't act like it didn't get your dick hard every time you saw my ass get away."  

Growing tired of your petulance, his hand forcibly clasped onto either side of your cheeks to shut you up, squeezing them uncomfortably with powerful pressure, painful enough to leave bruises beneath the pads of his fingers.

This act alone, furthered to prove your point.

His milky blue eyes, become the only thing you see as he gets in your face and whispers a new threat, one that catches you completely off guard and has you pooling in your panties.

"We'll see how much talking you'll be doing after I fuck that tight ass of yours." A sinister smile ghosts over his lips and under the hood.

The metal of the chains, collide together, sharp and angry as König rips away the chair beneath you, it skids across the floor until it crashes against the concrete wall.

In seconds, you found yourself laying flat over the table, baring your teeth as his fingers were replaced by a tactical knife, the cool steel pressing into your skin and you feel the warmth of your blood leaking down your face like thick sap oozing from a maple tree.

Your heart begins to race at a unhealthy rate with predilection igniting your nerve ending when he kicks your feet apart to position himself behind you.

"Was? (What?) Too scared to say something smart now?”

König chuckles with his eyes darkening as he gently drags the dull part of the blade from your cheek, down your neckline and roaming your back freely.

"If you didn't cause so many fucking problems for everyone, I think you and I could've...worked something out."

A fervid chill charges down your spine at the sound of his hand undoing his belt and khakis with no difficulty, leaving plenty of space for his bulge to swell as he pressed against your perfect ass.

"I bet I won't even feel a thing." You blatantly lie through your teeth.

"Hartnäckige Sache. (Stubborn thing.)" He rasped with a hidden smirk while his eyes raked over your curves, imagining how your body would looked with nothing on.

"I promise, you're going to feel all of me."

Smoothly, he reaches around, taking his sweet time to unbutton and tug your cargo pants down, bunching them mid-thigh. His cock shivers with palpable need when his eyes fall on the thin waistband of your black thong before soaking in the soft curvature you were blessed with.

"So perfekt. (So perfect.)"

Your breath hitches at leathery feel of König's gloves, tracing and caressing your delicate skin. With your mind spinning in all directions, you hardly didn't notice that you had rose to your tip toes, your body grinding into him, fueling the flames of libido.

Between your ragged breaths, you purr.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me stupid like a real man?"

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[mohair-angora-geschichten]

Die traumhaft wollige Begegnung

Der Anfang einer erotischen Geschichte

Episode 4

Michelle und Nadine greifen meine Hände und führt mich durch eine Tür nach nebenan in den Laden.

Wow, ich komme aus dem Staunen nicht heraus. Überall Kleiderständer und Regale mit den unglaublichsten Kleidungsstücken.

Die fluffigsten und fuzzigsten Sweater, Kleider mit und ohne Rollkragen, Cardigans, Jumpsuits, Hosen, Shorts, Handschuhe, Schals, Mützen, Balaclavas, Decken und vieles mehr.

In einem Bereich des Geschäfts steht auf einem Schild „Specials und ausgefalle Kreationen“

Hier sieht man Sweater, Bodys, Catsuits mit angestrickten Balaclavas und Handschuhen, Schorts mit Willywärmer, Catsuits mit Seilen, verschließbare Schlafsäcke, und Teile dessen Funktion ich nicht kenne.

Ich steh dort mit offenem Mund und komme aus dem Staunen nicht mehr heraus.

Michelle sagt: „Wie ich sehe gefällt es dir. Setzt dich hier auf das Sofa wir ziehen uns mal um.“

Ein Sofa mit Fellen und Pelzkissen steht vor einem kleinen Laufsteg im Laden, Michelle schaltet die Beleuchtung und Musik ein.

Die beiden Frauen verschwinden hinter einer Trennwand und nach kurzer Zeit werden ihre Fluffy Jumpsuit und das Mohair Kleid über die Wand gelegt.

Ich denke nur: „Wie gerne würde ich jetzt um die Ecke gucken.“

Michelle schaut um die Wand und sagt: „Hast du etwas Gesagt? Wir sind gleich so weit.“

Habe ich das etwa eben laut gesagt? Denke ich.

Die Show beginnt.

Michelle kommt mit einem Fuzzy Traum in rot über den Laufsteg, ein Sweater soft und dick mit riesigem Rollkragen und so langen Armen, dass die Hände nicht mehr sichtbar sind, dazu trägt sie eine enge Lederhose,

Nadine kommt mit einem weitgeschnittenen blauen Fuzzy und Fluffy Angora Sweater und einem gigantischen weißen Schal mit super fluffigen Handschuhen mit glänzenden Leggins.

So hot und sexy, dass man es kaum aushält.

Es folgen unglaublich sexy Mohair und Angora Kleider, wunderbar soft und weich zum Teil mit Pelzkragen, dazu die passenden Accessoires feine Handschuhe, zarte Mohair Tücher, Stolas, Schals werden mit hohen High Heels präsentiert.

Da nach schreiten die zwei in eleganten und lässigen Fuzzy und Fluffy Jumpsuits, in Fuzzy Cardigans und Fluffy Panchos über den Laufsteg.

Ich denke nur „Wow echt der Hammer.

Jedes Mal, wenn sie an mir vorbeischreiten, streicheln sie mir mit den Kleidungsstücken liebevoll durchs Gesicht, so dass meine Erregung stetig steigt und steigt.

Michelle sagt: „So mein lieber, langsam kommen wir zum Höhepunkt und es wir erotisch.“

Ich antworte: „Ihr seid echt der Wahnsinn und wirklich so sexy“

Nun kommen die zwei Mädels in traumhaften, sexy Fuzzy und Fluffy Dessous und Bodys auf die Bühne.

Dazu tragen sie High Heels und fantastischen Assessors wie Schals und Handschuhe aus Angora und Mohair.

Es wird immer heißer und heißer, nun kommen sie mit einem Hauch von nichts auf die Bühne.

Sie tragen einen Fuzzy Tanga und darüber nur ein zartes komplett transparentes Negligé aus Mohair, so dass man ihre wunderbaren Körper und Brüste komplett sehen kann.

Bei Nadine kann man nun zahlreiche schöne Tattoos sehen, darunter eine Katze die mit einem wollknäul spielt, an ihrem Bauchnabel und ihren Brüsten blinken Piercings durch das zarte Negligé.

Michelle hingegen wirkt absolut rein und unschuldig ihr perfekter Körper ist absolut makellos.

Als nächstes werden einige Ihrer Specials präsentiere.

 Ende Episode 4

[melanirana]

This is the outcome of my Sphinx AU Brainrot. Of course the Sphinx AU belogns to @zus-a-fungi​ 

If you dont know, Sun and Moon are actully hybrides of two different Sphinx species interbreeding. And i have been stuck thinking of what their parents and therefore the other Sphinxes might look like. That what would they look like evolved into what would their biologie be like? Where would they live? How would they act? What would be their species name be? 

So now i present to you my interpretation of the two Sphinx species Sun and Moon are made out of. 

Basilisk Sphinx 

(magnusalis unguibus) 

Diet: Carnivore ( Mammals, Reptiles, Birds, Fish if available) 

Habitat: Savana, Coastal area, the area between savana and jungle 

Appearance: different shades of brown and gray, scales from neck to chest, scales on front arms and legs, scales on the side of the body   

Basilisk Sphinx have a slim and relatively light body structure, perfect for quick ambushes and to moveing silently thru the undergroth, but sturdy enough to hold their own in a fight. The Wings of Basiliks resemble that of birds of prey. Their talons are long with sharp claws, allowing them to easely grab and tear into flesh. The scales both funktion as protection and regulation of body tempeature. 

Paradise Sphinx 

(magnusalis colormirabillis)    

Diet: Omnivore (Mammals, Birds, Fruit, Roots)

Habitat: Jungel, Prairie,

Appearance: Any color under the sun, no two petterns looks alike, many decorative feathers 

Just like Birds of Paradise, Paradise Sphinx are able to make a veriety of singsong like calls and come in wunderfull colors the meals more so then the female. Female Sphinx will have duller colors then the meals, thou there can be variations. The powerfuly talons of these Sphinx are perfekt for diging up roots, braking bones and clinging to clifs and trees.    

These two make sens to me. They acound for most of Sun and Moon and the rest can be explaind by their mutations.  

Bonus: 

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[tommydarlings]

marked up angel | a.b

pairing: dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: slight chocking, hickeys, dacryphilia, slight bondage

w/c: 0.7k

summary: you just wanted him to touch you, you were so touch desperate, but in the end he actually gave you something even better.

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“I just want you to touch me, Austin.” You begged him in a quite tone, glassy eyes looking up at the older actor. With your hands being tied behind your back with his belt, it was quiet hard to reach forward and touch his almost naked figure.

Austin’s abs were slightly shiny, sweat covering his body. His hand reached behind himself and suddenly got a hold of your panties that he ripped off of your desperate, now naked figure just a few minutes ago.

“You are so touch desperate, aren’t you?” You gulped before you nodded, not answering him verbally.

You sighed as a tear ran down your red cheeks, “P-Please just touch m-me Austin.” Hands pulling on that belt again, still trying to get them free.

He licked his lips, “don’t, it’s no use angel, you’ll just hurt your wrists.” He told you firmly. His fingertips were basically flying over your heated skin, so close to touching you but refusing to do so. He closely watched your teary eyes looking down at his hand being oh so close to doing what you want since he arrived at your apartment.

Your whining got louder and louder the further he went down your body, movements stopping as soon as he reached your throbbing clit with a smirk on his face.

Austin chuckled deeply, fingertips hovering over your body, “You want me touch you, don’t you?” He muttered. “You want my hands all over your body, touching and pleasing you like nobody else could.” Austin whispered into your ear. You nodded wildly,

“Use your words, angel.”

He demanded quietly, tips of his soft and long pointer and middle finger now dancing over you skin, only touching it very softly. His blue eyes were looking down at your heated skin, covered in goosebump as his other hand brushed your hair away, giving himself space to your neck.

“I wanna mark you up so bad baby, want to give you pretty little purple marks, decorate your delicate neck with my lips.” He said with a grin covering his lips before he licked them, fingers still dancing on your skin as you felt like you were going crazy.

You shuddered, hands slightly trembling behind your back as you let your eyes fall close due to feeling every different kind of pleasure and mental pain at the same time, something he never made you feel before. And he obviously noticed that.

His fingers reached your chest, now only sliding one finger along your skin, moving it slowly towards your chin until he reached it.

“Do you even know how beautiful you are angel? You are a true angel baby, you hear me?, a true angel shuddering under my touch.” He mumbled under his breath, lips gliding along your throat, hand wrapping around it as he started to gently kiss your neck, pecking and licking it, groaning quietly as he did so.

Suddenly you felt his lips sucking onto your skin, definitely creating a rather big hickey onto your skin as you felt his other hand finally touching your desperate clit, moving it in circles with his fingertips.

He collected some of your juice before he continued rubbing your clit, “Didn’t even knew that angels could get this wet.” He smirked into your neck, kissing the hickey he just created before he turned his head to other side and created another one there.

“Does that feel good?” He asked you, lips kissing your skin again before he started to suck. You felt how your orgasm was already approaching you, feeling his fingertips getting a bit faster and applying more pressure while you whined and moaned.

Austin's thumb was drawing unknown pattern onto your skin whilst he removed his mouth and looked at what he created, smirking as he saw the two already slightly purple marks forming onto your perfekt skin.

You cried out as tears formed in your eyes, “A-Austin, I’m g-gonna-”

“Your gonna cum?”

You nodded, hands behind your back forming into fists as your eyes rolled into the back of your head with a squeal.

“Cum for me angel, let it all out.” Austin whispered calmly into your ear, lips kissing your slightly sweaty temple as you felt how his fingers just didn’t stop, carrying your through your orgasm.

“You look so pretty like this, all marked up like a worthless whore but still looking like such a delicate angel, just waiting to be broken.” Austin stated quietly, fingertips making their way down your body now.

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[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 26: Hündchen (Collar)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: I vividly remember writing this while on Thanksgiving break. This is pretty self explanatory.

Tags: Collars, pet play, pet names, praise, toys, leashes, oral, dom/sub

Word Count: 3.3k

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“It’s not too tight, is it?” Medic asked, running his fingers over the collar he had fastened around your neck. He tugged at the buckle, ensuring that it was secure.

“No, it’s perfect,” you said, reaching up to feel the small circular tag that dangled in the front. You could feel the small engraving, a simple copy of Medic’s own insignia etched into the metal.

“Good. I wouldn't want to accidentally choke you.” Medic paused, trying to smother a short laugh. “Although, you probably wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

Your face flushed almost instantly, as if you weren’t already blushing hard enough from standing stark naked in the middle of the bedroom wearing nothing but a band of leather around your neck. You shivered, both from the anticipation and the slight chill.

“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. You know what you’re doing,” you said. He seemed to stand a bit taller at your reassurance. You knew he liked it when you voiced your confidence in him.

“Well then, shall we get started, meine liebe?” He asked, turning to the bed and picking up a matching length of leather- a leash, the perfect pair to the collar you wore. He toyed with it, turning the leash in his hands as to silently tease you with the promise that he would soon be using it to bring you under his control.

You nodded eagerly, presenting your neck with a quiet ‘ yes please’ as he reached forward to attach the leash. His fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of your throat and collarbone as he did so. You tried and failed to suppress another shiver.

“Perfekt.” Medic’s fingers dragged along the smooth leather of the leash. It almost felt perfectly natural in his grasp, especially as he gave it an experimental tug to test its strength. “Now, on your hands and knees, mein haustier.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, lowering yourself to the floor obediently. Once you were kneeling, you were startled by a slight tug on your leash. You glanced up to see Medic looking down at you with a cheeky smirk.

“Dogs don’t speak, my dear,” he said, leaning down to run a hand through your hair. “From this point on, the only sounds I want to hear from you are those delightful little moans you make.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, your lips sealing and your heartbeat quickening. Medic took a few steps backward until he could sit on the bed, pulling the leash gently to assure that you followed. You watched him intently, not daring to get on the bed with him until he allowed you to. Your eyes darted towards the empty space on the mattress beside him, conveying a silent request for permission.

“Not yet,” he said, perfectly in tune with your body language. “Sit.”

The order was short and curt, and you obeyed immediately, sitting back on your heels in front of Medic, who gave a barely noticeable smile. But you noticed. You also noticed how his pants were already beginning to tent with his arousal.

“Stay,” he said, placing the leash to the side momentarily to unzip his fly. You remained still, watching as he stroked himself at a leisurely pace. Once he was fully hard, he took hold of the leash again, his other hand grasping you by the chin and tilting upward so that you would meet his gaze. “I believe you know what to do, mein kleiner hund.”

You exhaled softly, your mouth falling open. Of course you knew what to do. You sat up on your knees, placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your eyes met his one more time, making absolutely sure that you had his permission to continue.

“Go on,” Medic said, his free hand gripping the edge of the mattress as he tried to keep his own desire in check. “Put that lovely tongue of yours to work.”

That was all the prompting you needed. You leaned down, placing your lips around him and taking him in the warmth of your mouth. He gasped softly, startled by how quickly you were able to work him back into the wet heat of your throat. You pulled back for just a moment to drag your tongue along the underside of his cock before closing your swollen lips over him once again. Every soft, restrained sound he made encouraged you to continue with more fervor.

Medic held the leash in a steady, firm grip the whole time. With a deep breath, he brought his free hand up to rest on your head, not to push you down, but to gently stroke your hair. If you began to rush, a harsh tug of your hair or the leash would remind you to pace yourself.

The taste of precum became more noticeable as you slid your tongue over the head, and every so often his hips twitched upward, just barely resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. You could tell he was getting close, and the sight of him trying to hold back only heightened your own arousal.

Heat throbbed between your legs and you moaned. Medic shuddered in response, and you wondered if he was about to come undone right there. He just barely managed to reign himself in before tugging the leash and gasping a few short orders. “Back, liebling. Sit.”

Begrudgingly, you pulled away, sitting back on your heels again as you awaited Medic’s next command. It was hard to sit still, your body feeling shaky from how turned on you were. You prayed that he would let you onto the bed, although an especially desperate part of you would be content to just be taken on the floor like an animal. Your breathing became a little faster at that thought.

“Roll over, onto your back,” Medic said, his words snapping you out of your daze. You were given some slack on the leash and you laid back just as ordered. He had fastened his fly again while you were distracted, but his cock still strained against the fabric, tantalizing you to no end.

“Guter hund. So ein gutes mädchen, wunderschönen.” You smiled up at him as he whispered in his native tongue, even though you could only understand bits and pieces of what he was saying. That tone of praise was universal, and it came through loud and clear in his words.

He leaned down, running a hand over your chest and stomach. You squirmed each time his hand dipped enticingly low, so very close to where you longed to be touched, only to pull away at the last moment.

“What’s wrong, liebchen?” He asked with a wicked grin, well aware that you still weren’t allowed to answer him. You simply whimpered, spreading your legs a bit further. You even reached out to try to pull his hand just a bit lower, but he moved away, just out of your reach. “Oh my, you are quite wet, aren’t you?” He said with a laugh, not even bothering to hide the somewhat sadistic pleasure he was getting out of teasing you like this.

You barely suppressed the urge to glare at him. Luckily, that urge didn’t last long as his hand finally slipped between your legs, rubbing over your slit just enough to make you moan.

“You poor thing, so desperate for my touch.” Medic was kneeling down now, and your fantasy of being fucked right there on the floor seemed closer to becoming a reality. You were already a shuddering mess as he rubbed his fingers over your entrance, just barely stroking your clit, still withholding the full breadth of pleasure that he could give you. He chuckled at how strongly you were reacting. “Mein Gott, all that whining and squirming, you’re practically acting as if you're in heat, fraulein.”

Your face somehow managed to flush even redder at that statement, so animalistic and primal, but you really couldn’t help yourself. Medic’s fingers began to rub circles around your clit, and you continued to shiver and writhe until he suddenly stopped. You whined, bucking at the loss of sensation.

“Aw, don’t worry, mein haustier. I’ll take good care of you,” he reassured you as he stood up again, approaching the nearby nightstand. You heard the sound of a drawer opening, and from it he retrieved a small device- a vibrator, to be exact. Your eyes went wide at the sight of it and you tried to sit up, only to be stopped by a firm order.

“Stay!”

You froze immediately, laying back flat on the floor with a look of slight embarrassment. Medic knelt down in front of you again, placing himself between your still spread legs with a disappointed huff.

“Surely, you're not about to start misbehaving the moment I’m about to reward you?” He asked. Your only response was an ashamed glance to the side, unwilling to meet his gaze. You heard him sigh before he took your chin again, moving your face so that you were looking up at him again. “I’ll let it go this time, since you’ve been such a good girl so far, but don’t let it happen again.”

You nodded, watching as Medic placed the vibrator against you, not yet turning it on. He rubbed the smooth silicon against your entrance for a few moments before pushing in. Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he pumped the toy in and out of you, still refusing to turn it on.

“Such a noisy little hund, is this not enough for you?” He asked, watching with a smug grin as you squirmed and clenched your teeth in frustration. You weren’t allowed to speak, and you weren’t about to misbehave again, especially since you had gotten away without a punishment before. You wanted to be good for him, so all you could do was whine and moan and pray that he would have mercy on you.

“So needy. Perhaps this will take the edge off,” Medic said, and finally, with the press of a button, the vibrator was activated deep within you. You gasped in surprise, bucking against the toy only for Medic to hold you down with his free hand.

“Stay, hundin.”

That grip tightened enough to leave faint bruises on your hip before his hand trailed down your thighs. He chuckled at how they quivered in time with each thrust of the vibrator. Your breath came in gasps and dizzy moans, especially when he turned the intensity up with another soft click of a button.

“Ja, keep panting like that, liebe. I love those noises you make,” he said, his own mind beginning to fog with the arousal that he still hadn’t satisfied for himself. Your moans began to peak in volume and Medic watched as you grew ever closer to orgasm, but never allowing yourself to tip over the edge. “Good girl. you're doing such a good job holding back. You know better than to come without permission, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide and glazed with need, looking up at him in a silent plea for release.

“You look so good like that, right on the edge for me, so desperate.” His words only served to make it more difficult for you to hold back. Luckily, what he said next was just what you wanted to hear. “Go on, liebling. Let go, come for me!”

You finally allowed your climax to overtake you as he turned the vibrator on to its highest setting, sending you reeling in a haze of pleasure. Medic chuckled as he watched you tremble beneath him. He pulled the toy out of you, holding it against your clit until you began to tear up from the overstimulation.

“Sehr gut,” he whispered as he finally pulled the vibrator away, turning it off and placing it on the nightstand before picking up the leash once again. He pulled gently until you took it as your cue to sit upright again, albeit with some protest from your still shaky limbs. “Look at how you’re trembling, mein kleiner hündin. That was quite a powerful climax, wasn’t it?”

You sighed as his fingers ran through your hair once again, and you rested your head against his knee, trying to steady yourself. Still, you eyed the tent in his pants, wondering when he was planning on satisfying himself. You squeezed your thighs together as your thoughts ran wild all over again. How was it possible for your arousal to be rejuvenated so quickly?

You wanted more. You wanted him inside you.

“I see you squirming, liebe.” Medic’s voice pulled you out of your own thoughts. His grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled your head up, forcing you to look up at him. “What do you want, darling?”

You huffed in frustration. This again. He knew as well as you that you weren’t allowed to ask, not verbally anyway. You considered trying to unfasten his fly yourself, but something so bold would probably earn a punishment rather than a reward.

Instead, you simply rested your chin on the mattress from where you knelt, glancing up at him with the most pathetic expression you could muster. It was borderline humiliating, to know exactly what you wanted while being unable to ask for it, to be reduced to pleading with nothing at your disposal but a forlorn gaze and the occasional whimper. However, you found that you didn’t even mind the humiliation. If anything, it only made the heat between your thighs all the more persistent.

Medic smirked, brushing a hand over your flushed cheek before beckoning you forward, patting the empty space on the mattress. “Sit here, mädchen. We aren’t finished yet.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You had seated yourself on the bed in a heartbeat, almost panting in anticipation. Your excitement was embarrassingly obvious, but you didn’t care.

“You’ve already come once, yet you’re still so eager? You desperate little hündin.” Medic leaned forward to kiss you, and your lips parted in a soft gasp as his hand traveled down the front of your body. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, dominating the kiss as he pushed you back on the bed, your head coming to rest on the pillow. You moved your thigh between his legs, pressing against his erection just enough to make it seem like it was accidental. He pulled away from the kiss with a soft groan, quickly moving so that he was seated between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart with a lustful grin.

“So well trained and eager to please, mein gutes mädchen,” he said as he began to undress. You bit your lip as you watched Medic pop open the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. It was clear that his impatience was getting the better of him. His pants were pushed just low enough on his hips, as he was too eager to completely remove them. You whimpered, feeling Medic pressing against your entrance for a moment before he finally thrust into you.

Your legs were wrapped around his hips within moments, desperately trying to pull him closer to you, deeper within you. He wasn’t even moving yet and you were already a moaning wreck, desperate for more of him, grasping at anything you could reach. He moved gently at first, one hand on your thigh and the other holding the leash lazily, leaving plenty of slack for you to squirm as you longed for him to go faster.

“Oh gott, ja,” Medic groaned, leaning down near your ear. That low, lascivious voice sent shivers down your body. He was thrusting shallowly, deliberately teasing you, and you knew it. You whined in protest, unable to do much else. “Don’t worry liebchen, I’ll take the best care of you, my good girl.”

You moaned, every bit of praise adding to the knot steadily tightening in your core. You wanted more. You needed more. Cautiously, you slipped your hand lower, between your bodies, pausing to look up at Medic for permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, pet,” Medic said, ever attentive to your silent requests. He reached down to take your hand, bringing it lower until your fingers were on your clit. You began to rub circles around that most sensitive area as Medic moved his hips against yours, steadily growing more frantic, his pace quickening.

He growled in your ear as he thrust harder and faster. You were besieged with sweet nothings and short, whispered affirmations that you belonged to him. You were his pet, his little Hündin, his good girl, and each sultry word had you longing for him more.

The leash was pulled tight in his grip as he became rougher with you. The slight pain of the leather collar biting into the back of your neck only spurred you on. You bucked up to meet Medic’s thrusts, digging your nails into his back with your free hand.

“Ja, liebe, that’s it!” Medic pulled back for a moment to press his lips to yours once again, far more vicious and aggressive this time. When he pulled away you got to admire just how disheveled he looked, just how close he seemed to be. “Rut up against me, show me just how much of a desperate animal you are!”

One of his hands had moved from your thigh, now bracing against the headboard while his other continued to hold the leash taut. His pace had become merciless. You were so close, and you nearly screamed when his angle changed just enough to hit your sweet spot perfectly. That was all you needed. You arched back as your orgasm finally overtook you, mouth agape, your moans peaking in volume.

Medic’s grip on the leash finally loosened and he doubled over, nearly collapsing on you as he rode out his own climax with a shaky groan. You draped an arm around his shoulder, feeling him tremble as he came hard. He fell to your side, thoroughly spent. You were in a similar state, having gone limp on the bed as the final aftershocks of your orgasm ebbed away. Your eyes drifted shut, and for several minutes the only sounds in the room was that of heavy breathing.

The soft clicking sound of the collar being unfastened was what eventually got you to open your eyes again. Medic was upon you in an instant, peppering soft kisses to your neck, which now had faint red marks from where the collar had been pulled against your skin. You sighed, turning your head until you could press your lips against Medic’s. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head as you kissed him. It honestly amazed you how he could go from rough and domineering to tender and gentle so quickly.

“Are you sore here, liebchen?” He asked. You felt his hand rubbing the back of your neck, where the marks were probably the most apparent.

“I’m alright. Don’t stop kissing me, please,” you whispered, missing the feeling of his lips on you even though you had only been apart for a few moments.

“Of course, schatz.” Medic began kissing your neck again, every so often trailing up your jaw or down towards your collarbone. Periodically, he returned to your lips. You wove a hand through his hair, basking in the unwavering affection as exhaustion began to set in.

“Next time,” you murmured as you began to drift off. “It’s your turn to wear the leash.”

Medic chuckled as your fingers trailed along his neck, as if you were already imagining a fine leather collar wrapped around it. He settled down next to you, limbs entangled in yours. “We’ll see, mein haustier.”

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Take me dancing

Pairing: Elrohir x Reader

Summary: Elrohir can't dance and is afraid you would leave him if you found out he isn't perfect.

Warnings: none, this is mostly fluff

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The days leading up to the festivities in Imladris, you noticed a subtle change in Elrohir's behavior. He seemed to be growing more distant with each passing day, and it left you feeling somewhat uneasy. You couldn't quite put your finger on the reason behind his sudden change, and it left you questioning whether you had done something to cause it.

Despite already having confessed your love to each other, you still felt a sense of insecurity when it came to your relationship. You were scared that perhaps you had said or done something wrong, inadvertently pushing him away. The more you dwelled on it, the more you struggled to figure out what exactly had gone amiss.

Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you finally decided to confront Elrohir about his distant demeanor. You wanted to understand what had happened, because his happiness meant the world to you. After all, open and honest communication was an important part of having a relationship.

Feeling a little unsure, you approached Elrohir's room. Since he never minded your presence and always told you, you were welcome to just come in without knocking, you just walked into his room.

However, as you opened the door, you were taken aback by the sight that met your eyes. In the middle of the room stood Elrohir, dancing somewhat clumsily all by himself.

Caught off guard, Elrohir's expression turned to one of fear as he noticed your presence. He stumbled and fell. However, before he could hit the ground, you caught his hands and pulled him back on his feet. 

He looked shyly to the side as you softly caressed his knuckles.

"What is going on, my love?" You asked quietly.

Elrohir needed some time before he could finally look you in the eyes again. He was always so afraid that you would leave him if he wouldn't be perfekt enough. "I can't dance." His voice was soft and nothing more than a whisper. "And with the festivities coming closer I thought I could teach myself how to, in case you would want to dance."

You let go of his hands, just to wrap your arms around Elrohir's middle, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I can teach you dancing if you want. I mean, I'm also not the best, but we could try. But if you don't want to dance that's also fine. As long as you are comfortable." You whispered softly.

A gentle smile spread across Elrohir's face as he replied in a soft voice, "I would like that." His eyes sparkled with joy and excitement, making your heart skip a beat.

You both started to sway in each other's arms, the world around you fading away. It was in this intimate embrace that Elrohir told you, his voice barely audible, "I was afraid you would find it strange that I was an elf that couldn't dance. It's just- everyone seems to be good at it, but I, for some reason, never was."

Gently, you reassured him, "Don't worry, love. Dancing also never was my skill. I would love to dance with you no matter if we look good while doing it. What is important is that it is with you."

Elrohir nuzzled his face into your neck as you continued to dance.

As the hours passed, you both laughed and stumbled, cherishing every moment of this shared experience.

When the night came, he invited you to stay over. And you fell asleep cuddled into his side smiling.

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