#Burns Nicht

[reiverreturns]

burns night is actually so fucking funny when you think about its traditions and ceremonies objectively. yeah we've hired a bagpiper specifically to play music as a cooked bag of oats and offal is walked into the room. a man in a kilt must read it poems and toast to it with whisky before anybody is allowed to eat. the poems also have specific knife choreography btw and if you fuck it up you've ruined the whole night. after dinner we must sing our mandatory songs in scots and do boys vs girls speeches like we're all back in school. and speaking of school, remember the very specific style of country dance you were forced to learn since you were 5 so you can dance a jig or a reel by muscle memory alone? guess what you're doing next. some of you may be lost in the virginia reel but that's the way oor rabbie would have wanted it on his birthday.

[schreckensbleiches-nervenbuendel]

Ich werd die Sache mit der Kiwi-Allergie nie wieder los 💀

[atthefishhouses]

Ich habe heute das 26. Kapitel gepostet und wünsche allen, die mitlesen und mitfiebern, viel Spaß beim Lesen.

[khalaris]

Moritz klopfte zweimal leise an die Wohnungstür. Bestimmt war Bibi schon wach. Er hatte sich sehr gewundert, dass sie am letzten Abend gar nicht bei ihm aufgetaucht war. Deswegen stand er jetzt hier, eine Tüte mit Frühstücksgebäck und frischem Obst in der Hand.

Spielt direkt nach Ein ehrliches Herz und ist damit der Anfang von Teil 2 in meiner Tatort Wien polycule series.

[burncdheart]

cont. from x - @crimsontwins (Taru & Sera )

Were all doors open to her? Or did she still have to grow when it came to such subject? Taru blinked, for she had not expected such answer to come from the other female, who’s looks were even more fiery than her own. “The gods hate weaklings, but also those who are different.”, to talk about those who counted to the deities made her feel at unease. Not because of the topic itself, but because she feared them at some point.

“However, if you’re different and meak? Good luck surviving, once they find out.”, she looked at the sky, the sun that burned down upon them with it’s merciless heat. However, Taru barely felt it upon her skin, as long as it didn’t reach the temperatures of Sumeru’s deserts - not counting Natlan, she had only heard that the temperatures there could be immense, but never had been there herself.

She pulled her hood deeper into her face, to protect her eyes from the light, even though sitting mostly in the shadow of a tree. A hand brushing over the grass, that was way too green for her taste.

“Gods surely are weird creatures though. I for my part am happy to not have to deal with any of them.”.

[schnaf]

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[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

[fallingforfandoms]

Boah kennt ihr das, wenn ihr so ultraspezifische food cravings habt, weil ihr das mit 'ner bestimmten Erinnerung oder 'nem bestimmten Ort verbindet, aber ihr kommt da auf absehbare Zeit nicht mehr hin und hnnngg??

[maxdermonk88]

Hey Max, wie schlimm ist es wirklich von 1-10?

101!!!…….

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Beach day with König

CW: 18+ only, protected p in v sex in a semi-public place, size kink, friends to lovers, possessive but slightly emotionally unavailable König

König wants to take you to the beach one day. He has water and some munch already packed, along with a bottle of sunscreen, and he's looking illegally hot there at your door with one of those rare smiles on his face.

You like to think he's reserved his smiles just for you, but the truth is you never know if König is flirting with you without knowing it, or if he's deliberately teasing you and making your heart ache. You can't get to the bottom of who this mysterious Austrian giant truly is, but you know he likes to spend time with you. That must count for something, right…?

You have to go to the same stall to change because there's a shortage of free changing rooms; it's the most beautiful day so of course everyone else is at the beach too.

You only need to grab your swimwear and towel, but you want to add your share to the beach picnic and so you quickly shove the last of the blueberry muffins you baked yesterday into a tupperware box. You almost melt on the spot when König says you have to feed them to him because his hands will soon be covered in sunscreen. Someone has to make sure you don't burn in the sun, oder nichts?

You've done all kinds of shit together but König has never seen you naked. You try to keep it cool – it's okay: you're both adults, it's no big deal. Friends can share the same changing room, and König has always been the perfect gentleman when it comes to these things.

It's just that you wouldn't mind if his eyes wandered a little... You know you wouldn't blame him for that, if he didn't blame you for taking a peek.

A little peek never hurt anyone, but you never knew what it would cost you. You never knew you'd end up against the stall wall with him inside you.

The reserved gentleman you used to know is completely gone. König tears the condom package open with his teeth and rolls the plastic protection on with no shame whatsoever. Trojan Magnum thin, you manage to catch as the torn package ends up somewhere on the floor of the changing room. You can't believe he came here prepared…

You wonder where his usual shyness went when he too cheated on his promise not to look when you change. You wonder where the polite, considerate man went when König presents himself to you, fully naked, uncut and huge.

You're barely able to nod when he bluntly asks if you want to fuck.

The shy, awkward recruit is nowhere to be seen as König raises you against the rough, unpainted boards and spreads your thighs. The sounds of strain and exertion mainly come from him sliding his cock into you, not from him having to carry your full weight.

You always thought your first time with König – if such a thing ever came – would be something more traditional, more romantic. You always thought it'd be a Netflix & chill kind of moment. This guy has taken you out to have a chaste little meal or to see some stupid movie, for weeks and weeks now. König has the most awful taste in films, but you've endured, just like you've endured his monologues about knives and sniping. König has offered you his huge sweater when you were cold, he's has entertained your need to read poems to him, just as bravely as you have entertained his silly ramblings about yet another Böker knife. You have done a million pranks to the other recruits together. Everyone at the barracks is sick of your stupid inside jokes, everyone says you two are the worst. The 'big goblin' and the 'small goblin', they call you apparently...

Close friends don't fuck like wild animals inside a changing room, you think while he rails you as controlled and muffled as he can – you fear what would happen to you, not to talk of the poor stall, if König was allowed to fuck you to his hearts and dicks content. You never knew the socially awkward but intense sniper candidate would take you to a beach and then ask if you want to fuck. On your worst days you've swallowed tears along with the shy question of would he ever want to be more than just friends.

The only time König ever touched you was when he allowed you to try his favourite rifle. The only time you ever kissed him was after your date nights, and even then it was just a quick peck on the cheek. You were never quite sure if you were just close friends with König.

You almost lose it when he grunts into your neck how he's wanted to do this for a long time. Wanted to fuck you, or fuck a woman against a changing room wall, you don't know, but you hold on to his sweaty neck as best as you can. You have to bite his shoulder to prevent loud, long-held cries from coming out. It only makes König more unhinged, though: you sinking your teeth in him like that.

Now he's infiltrating you with the passion of a man about to die if he doesn't get some pussy. Or like a dog, finally allowed to rut a female in heat. If you two were the only people here, he would probably sound like an animal, too. You know you would.

"When we... When we get back, I'll fuck you properly. Long, and hard. Hm?"

"Y–yes," you whisper on his skin – you don't know if you've ever been this flustered. You fear everyone on the beach will know what you've been doing just from how dumb you will look after this. The bite marks on König's shoulder are enough to tell people that your "close friend" is good at more than just shooting a gun.

When you cum, you sound like a widow sobbing at a funeral; when he cums, he sounds like he's dying from a stab wound. You both sound like two people trying to muffle their sorrow instead of trying to fuck their brains out.

And he won't let you down even when he's done with you. He won't let you down, not even as you squirm and whimper in his hold.

"You're mine now, right?" He pants into your ear while covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It's far from any kind of gentlemanly behavior, that low, possessive growl. Your eyes brim with tears – you like him too much when he's spontaneous and a bit crazy like this. You could fall in love with a man like König.

"I always was," you whisper, and he finally puts you down, content with everything you just gave him. You swear you just heard a soft, pleased rumble rising from that broad chest… But some part of that stoic, reserved soldier you know from the skills training and movie nights makes an appearance when you put your swimwear on. König is perfectly in control while you, in turn, are feeling awkward and completely flushed. At least there's no cum running down your thighs as you prepare for your day at the beach...

And who knew König would be so whiny? The condom you used is full as hell, and he has nowhere to put it because there's no trash can in the stall. He grunts as you try to hold in your laughter — he overall looks like he would prefer it if condoms disappeared from the face of the earth entirely so he could feel you without the plastic barrier in between. You giggle when you watch him smuggle it into the nearest trash after wrapping it inside a paper towel.

You spend the rest of the day at the beach, looking like you're the first people who have just discovered love and the fine art of fucking. He can't take his eyes off you, and you can't take his eyes off him. You play in the water, not as friends, but as lovers. Some elderly lady comes to scold you and says there are children here at the beach. You have your legs wrapped around König underwater, and your arms around his neck above: there's nothing lewd going on. But König grows red, all the way from the neck up. That's when you know he has probably never taken a woman in a public place; sometimes you wonder if he has ever taken a woman at all. The big Austrian sniper-to-be remains a mystery as he brings you some ice cream like the gentleman he is, then licks it off from your fingers like a starved dog. He's hot and cold, and confident and shy, feral and distant all in one day.

"You're mine now... All mine."

He "fucks you properly" when you get back, making your whole apartment smell of sex and desperation. And he says it again... That you belong to him. He says it with a shattered, hungry stare, both fragile and frightening.

[reiverreturns]

HAGGIS FOR TEA HAGGIS FOR TEA HAGGIS FOR TEA

(happy burns night from your resident scottish mutual <3)

[evieskiesss]

A LITTLE LONGER- TOM KAULITZ

𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙩𝙤𝙢, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙫, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩!)

a/n: absolutely loved this🧎‍♀️.

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Your soft feet padded against the hardwood floors as made your way towards the office in your home. It was Tom’s office, a simple room with a desk, computer and a bookshelf which held your books.

You slowly opened the door, the dim light coming into your vision as you saw Tom sitting across from his computer. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes glued to the screen as he was doing some legal-record stuff.

He twisted the pen between his fingers, his lip piercing caught between his teeth. A small habit he picked up on ever since he began helping produce the music. It’s what he did most nowadays, spent hours in his office as he sorted through paperwork, deals and other music stuff you didn’t quite fully understand.

You normally would’ve been bothered by now, him having spent the past couple of hours in the office instead of spending it with you. But the way he gnawed at his lip, his tongue slightly sticking out from his mouth and his leg jumping had you feeling some sort of way.

You truly only decided to check up on him that very moment to relieve the burning between your legs that began 20 minutes ago.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your legs as you watched him in full concentration mode. “are you almost done yet?” you asked, voice slightly higher than usual.

He let out a small sigh, “nein, noch nicht.” (no, not yet.) You frowned, letting out an annoyed sigh. He turned to look at you, his head cocking to the side, “was?”, he asked softly. (what?)

You shrugged your shoulder a little, shaking your head, “nichts.” (nothing.) He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning your demeanor. Your lips were pouty, tiny lines underneath your sad eyes while you lazily rested your head against the frame. You missed him.

He pursed his lips, knowing that look on you already. “oh, schatz,” he sighed sadly, leaning back in his chair as he patted his lap. You walked toward him, sitting down on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You stuffed your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

His hands rubbed your sides longingly, as a small way to try to make up for the lost time with you. “i miss you,” you mumbled into his neck, hugging him tighter as you shifted on his lap to get closer.

He let out a small groan, hugging your waist tightly. “i know, meine liebe. i’ve missed you too,” he mumbled back, kissing your shoulder. He continued to press gentle kisses to your shoulder, his hands still rubbing your sides.

“you look so pretty,” he breathed out, hands smoothing out the silk of your nightdress. You smiled, “danke.. it’s the one you bought me,” you chirped, pulling away to also look down at it.

He chuckled, admiring the pretty color on your skin. “it’s very pretty,” he agreed. “pretty dress for my pretty girl,” he whispered, kissing your lips. You melted into the kiss, delving into his passion.

He moaned lowly into the kiss, turning his head to the side to deepen it. His hand sneakily went up your dress, “y’know.. i wasn’t lying about when i said that i’ve missed you,” he whispered against your lips.

You stared back at him, your lashes fluttering as you blinked. “i wasn’t lying either,” you breathed out, his hand growing closer to the strap of your panty. “mhm?” he hummed, his fingers now directly over the lace.

You nodded softly, foreheads pressed against each other as you waited for his next move. His hand suddenly left your thigh, your eyes propping wider as he left you slightly confused.

His hand gravitated towards his waistband,

swiftly pulling it down to reveal his hard cock. It sprang out, lightly hitting his abdomen as it stood erect. You let out a small whimper at the sight.

He wrapped his hand around his base, slowly pumping it twice. “still got some work left t’do. will you wait for me?” he asked huskily, his eyes dark. You nodded, eager for anything. “b-but how?”

“just sit on it.”

You stared blankly back at him, just sit on it? You looked at his cock again, red and nerdy. The burn between your thighs clearly not leaving any time soon. He didn’t give you time to agree before turning you around, your back flat against his chest.

His hand pressed you back against him, holding you still while his other hiked your dress up. You felt him pull your panty to the side before pulling you up, his cock right at your entrance. He slowly pulled you down on his length.

You gasped as his tip entered you, your hand coming to grip the desk right across. He groaned lowly, now half way as he continued to lower you down. “so wet,” he moaned, your walls slick around him.

You clenched around him once you felt full, your hands pulling at his grasp on your hip. “c-can’t,” you grunted, wincing as you felt you couldn’t take the rest. He slapped your hand away, “yes, you can. c’mon, honey. just a little bit more, almost there,” he reassured you.

You bit your lip as he tried pulling you down more, your hole refusing to comply. He grunted a little, spitting on his fingers to lube the rest of his cock. “gonna have to take all of me, okay?”

You nodded, breathing heavily as your head spun. Both of his hands now held both of your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He gently lifted you off of his chest, “gonna try t’make it fit, alright?”.

You whimpered, “yes.” He slowly lifted you up on his length, just about an inch before pulling you back down. He helped you ever so slightly bounce up & down on his cock to warm up your hole. You grunted, feeling your cunt stretch even more as you slowly took more & more of him.

After a couple of more slow bounces, he held you still, swiftly pulling you down on his entire length. You yelped, hand coming to grip the armrest as you felt him immediately soothe you.

“that was it, that was it, honey. ohh, you did so good,” he cooed, praising you for your obedience. You gurgled, so full to even speak. He kissed your neck softly, hands rubbing your thighs before he spoke, “just keep me warm until i finish, my love.”

You nodded, laying your back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your body, working on his computer.

Ten minutes passed as he typed away at his computer, focused on his work, leaving you a desperate mess.

You’d try to sneakily grind down on his hips, but would be stopped with a slap to your thigh. You’d sigh, trying to ignore his tip that would run over your spot with every move he made.

Twenty minutes passed, he was still working. You’d try to get a reaction out of him, clenching your hole around him in hopes to get him riled up enough to do something. There, you found some success.

With each clench, he’d moan lowly, you smiled, thinking you’d found your way. But it too, was shut down as he bit your shoulder, “behave,” he warned you.

You groaned, hand coming behind you to caress his face. “please- i- i can’t take it much longer,” you tried grinding down again. His hands flew to your hips, holding them tightly to prevent you from going any further.

“keep misbehaving and you won’t get fucked at all. y’know i don’t wanna do that to you,” he bit your shoulder again, you winced from the pain. You nodded, “o-okay..”

15 minutes passed again, you were growing increasingly impatient. Your juices were now dripping down his cock, your clit puffy as it desperately seeked stimulation. But gladly, it wasn’t just you.

Tom by now had began to let his strictness melt down, his hips slowly grinding up against you. You moaned, relishing the stimulation you’d been begging for for the past 45 minutes.

By now, he had already slipped one strap off your dress, letting one breast hang free and his fingers toyed with your nipple. You whimpered lowly as he would pinch it, almost using it to help him concentrate.

A certain pinch had you jolting, a broken “tom,” leaving your lips. He groaned, tossing his pen as he leaned back in the chair. “you’re making it really hard to concentrate,” he grumbled in your ear, rubbing your nipple faster.

You whimpered, “i’m- im sorry!”, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tip hit your soft spot. “no, you’re not,” he chuckled, “you just wanna get fucked.”

You let out a defeated breath, his hand pulling your dress high up again as he leaned over your shoulder to look down at where your bodies met. He held your dress up high with his left hand, his right trailing to tour abdomen.

“do you see that?” he whispered, fingers trailing over the bulge in your abdomen. You nodded, “yes,” you managed out.

He flattened his palm, pressing firmly against it, earning a loud moan from you. “that’s my cock inside of you.. can you feel it?”

You moaned again, “yes! i- i can feel it!”. He laughed, your desperation flattering him. He looked down at it again, pulling his palm away, only to flatten his fingers against it as he pushed down.

You grunted, wincing as you tried not to come undone. “how many cocks have been this deep inside of you, huh?” he murmured, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“nmph- j-just yours!”

“yeah, honey?”

“yes!”

He laughed again, absolutely living for your neediness. “look so cute like this.. might just fuck you right now, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You groaned again, his dirty talk truly getting to you. “yes, fuck! i need you so bad, please! please just fuck me!”

“since you asked so nicely.”

He hoisted you up properly, your feet coming to his knees before he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He began pounding himself up into you.

“fuck!” you shouted, the sudden brutal pace shocking you. You held onto his arms as his cock thrusted up harshly.

“shit- s-so fucking tight,” he groaned, drilling himself into you. Your boobs bounced crazily, hair bouncing as well as you took his harsh fucking.

“s-shit! s-slow down!” your hand came to push his arms away. He slapped your hand, now fucking you even harder. “you’ve been begging to be fucked. now i’m gonna fuck you the way i want,” he groaned, moaning loudly.

Tears pricked your eyes as his tip rammed up into you, your vision hazing. “f-fuck, i’m- im gonna cum!” you shouted, closing your eyes. He panted, continuing to fuck you.

His finger met your clit, rubbing it harshly as he wanted you to cum as quickly as possible. “cum on my cock, honey. fuck- do it,” he moaned. You gasped, eyes rolling back as your orgasm came crashing down.

You grunted, nearly falling forward as your legs began to give out. Your juices spilled down even more his cock, your panties completely soaked.

“t-tom! shit!” you screeched, his pace not faltering. “take it,” he grunted, letting himself sit back down. He held your hips again, now slamming you down on his length.

“f-fuck!” you shouted, his cock burying itself deeper into you as he bounced you up & down on him. He groaned loudly, “so fucking good. fuck- love this pussy so much.”

You whimpered, the overstimulation getting to you. “almost there, sweetheart. just a little longer,” he panted. He wrapped an arm around you, his finger finding your puffy clit to rub circles on.

You gasped, “no! i cant- cant cum anymore!”.

“be good for me. try, honey. just try,” he encouraged.

You groaned, tears about to roll down your cheeks. He rubbed it hard, his cock still stretching you out deliciously. You shook your head, feeling an orgasm approach.

Your walls clenched around him, letting him know of it. You cummed harshly, body shaking. “shit!” he shouted, his orgasm hitting seconds after yours.

He cummed deep in you, pace faltering as he grew weak. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He pumped you slowly up & down on him, making sure to fuck his cum into you.

He moaned with his mouth closed, dragging it out. “so fucking good,” he panted, grinding himself up into you. His body gave out, laying limp with you on top of him.

You both sat breathless, sweaty and exhausted. After about 2 minutes, he spoke up, “fuck, how are you, schatz?” he asked drowsily, kissing your cheek. “good,” you breathed out.

He looked over your shoulder, the bulge still there as he kept himself inside of you. He kissed your shoulder lovingly, “gonna stay inside as i finish the work, okay?”

You didn’t respond, too lazy to speak. He pressed on the bulge, making you snap your eyes open. “yes, yes! i’ll wait.”

he chuckled, “okay, honey. just a little longer, okay?”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: German Song Edition

Part II

I want an ocean between me and my past (Ich will ein Meer zwischen mir und meiner Vergangenheit) - Ozean, AnnenMayKantereit

And how my heart almost burns with love (Und wie mein Herz vor Liebe fast verglüht) - Lang lebe der Tod, Casper

Sparks in the air between us (Funken in der Luft zwischen uns) - 230409, Casper

All the fears so far away, far away for you (All die Ängste so weit weg, weit weg für dich) - Was uns high macht, Provinz

Believe me I've tried (but maybe not enough) (Glaub mir ich habs versucht (aber vielleicht nicht gut genug)) - Der Rest meines Lebens, Kummer

We were born to live (Wir waren geboren um zu leben) - Geboren um zu leben, Unheilig

Completely weightless (Völlig schwerelos) - Major Tom, Peter Schilling

Fighting the storm, into the blue (Gegen den Sturm, am Abgrund entlang) - Monsun, Tokio Hotel

All was good and nothing hurt (Alles war schön und nichts hat weh getan) - Alles war schön und nichts tat weh, Casper

The end is already long written (Das Ende ist schon lang geschrieben) - Symphonie, Silbermond

Use these lyrics as your next title and tell me about your favourite song in your native language!

[perpetualfox]

Salvation - König x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Warnings: Fuck Or Die, Heavy Dub-Con, Rough-Handling, Knife-Play, Fear of Death, Use of Stimulants

Wordcount: 1009

@bunny-extract posted this and I blacked out. When I woke up, I found this on my laptop screen. Enjoy.

[Guys, I'm not kidding with this one, the dub-con is heavy. This is probably the closest I'll ever come to non-con. Take that into account.]

→The man loomed above you, a hulking figure that blotted out the weak, dusty blue of the sky. He knelt, one knee braced firmly against your sternum, pinning your body with frightening ease to the uneven, rocky ground. Jagged rocks and pebbles dug into your flesh as he pressed you down, marring your back with deep indentations. You could feel your skin tearing against the rough edges; blood leaking from the wounds and pain lighting up your nerves. You thrashed beneath him, but it was like struggling against a wall of iron.

→“Ah, ah, ah,” he hissed, “Mach das nicht.”

→The cold tip of a knife kissed the side of your throat, and you stilled, a terrible, hollow pit opening in your stomach. The chill of the blade spread through you, infecting you with an icy terror that surged through your veins with each frantic pulse of your heart.

→He was going to kill you.

→“Sag mir, wo sind deine Freunde?”

→You stared up into his face—or what passed for his face: a ratty mask—the dark fabric tattered and bleach-burned beneath the slits through which his dark eyes gleamed. It was torn and stained with sweat and dust and…worse.

→“I-I don’t—”

→The tip of the knife bit a little deeper into your throat. A hot bead of blood welled beneath the tip, fattening until it rolled down to collect and cool in the hollow of your throat. Tears flooded your eyes, blurring the nightmare that loomed above you into an indistinct smudge.

→“Please! Please don’t! I-I-I don’t understand!”

→He scoffed, his eyes rolling skyward. When he spoke, he did so slowly, as though he thought you terribly stupid. He formed each word very carefully, his accent curling about the vowels, each syllable accompanied by a tap on the butt of the knife. A threat and a promise.

→“Where. Are. Your. Friends?”

→“I-I don’t…I don’t have…?”

→The knife bit in just little deeper, the blood now trickling down your neck in a thin stream. “Don’t play dumb.”

→A sob tore free from deep within your chest as you writhed beneath him; a wet, wretched sound. “I swear! I swear!”

→You flashed him your hands—empty and trembling; harmless. He leaned back, tilting his hips forward as his eyes raked over your body, really taking in your appearance for the first time—the scrapes and bruises marring your face and limbs; your clothing, rumpled and dirty; lacking any sort of insignia that might denote your company or rank; the way you cowered beneath him, your eyes not trained on him, seeking out weakness, but flitting about wildly, desperately searching for a means of escape.

→A civilian?

→His head cocked to the side; a dog taking a keen interest in a strange new toy. Though he did not withdraw the knife, his demeanor shifted.

→“Oh, Mäuschen. You’re a long way from where you belong.” You could hear the smile in his voice, cruel and sharp, but it did not reach his flat, dead eyes.

→A bullet whizzed by, and you flinched, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. He threw his head back and laughed, a terrible sound, dark as oil and thick as tar, “You’re afraid, Schatzi.”

→He leaned in, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, as though he could smell the fear on you. His eyes were wide and wild, pupils blown out so large they nearly swallowed his iris whole. Only when he’d leaned in had you caught the thinnest strip of green circling that deep, void black. Between that and the jittery, twitching of his shoulders, you were sure he was high on something—some stimulant or another coursing through him—blowing his brains out the back of his skull.

→Another bullet zipped by, cutting a chunk clean out of the wall. The man didn’t blink, even as you bit back a scream.

→“Ah. Someone knows we’re here,” he said, his tone shockingly matter of fact.

→He leaned in a little closer, the sour smell of him—sweat and blood and gunpowder—washing over you. “Beg me,” he whispered, the rough material of his mask brushing against the shell of your ear, “Beg me to save your life.”

→You just stared up at him, your eyes huge and wet. He surged forth, your face slotting neatly into his palm. His fingers dug into your cheeks, smooshing them together with a thick thumb and forefinger, “I said, ‘BEG!’”

→Hot tears slid down your face, flowing over his fingers, “P-Please, save me!”

→His bruising grip relented, the rough pad of his thumb grazing over your cheek in a misguided attempt to comfort you.

→“Such a good little thing you are, yes? Yes. Now, stay put.”

→The weight on your chest vanished, and you gasped for breath, coughing as the dust in the air tried to settle in your lungs. Your dirty fingers curled around your throat; your blood-soaked flesh slippery beneath your fingers. As you struggled to sit up, the big man turned, slinging the rifle from his back, and setting it up atop a low-slung wall of crumbling stone.

→When he was satisfied with his position, he grabbed for you. Taking you by the scruff of the neck, he half-dragged you forward, pressing your back against the wall. He kicked your legs form under you, letting you drop like a sack of stones into the rubble at his feet. His hand fisted into your hair, pressing your face between his legs. His hips kicked forward with an eager, greedy air. Even through the thick canvas of his pants, you could feel what lay, thick and throbbing beneath them.

→God, he’s massive.

→You braced your hands against his knees, using what little leverage you had to push yourself back, “B-But…I thought…”

→He glanced down at you, drinking in your horrified expression. The skin around those dead-man’s eyes crinkled and you realized with a sick jolt, that he was smiling.

→“Oh, not for free, Schatzi. You’ll need to make it worth my while.”

Translations:

→Mach das nicht - Don't do that

→Sag mir, wo sind deine Freunde? - Tell me, where are your friends?

→Mäuschen - Mousie

→Schatzi - Treasure

[schnaf]

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[konigsblog]

stepdad!konig is so possessive and mean sometimes

even though you’re in college and your mom hardly checks on your grades, if you fail an assessment or skip class? a trip over his knee will have you bruised and sobbing (i feel like he has a paddle for this) because he believes in strict discipline

a hickey? he’ll be fucking you until your cunny is fit for him, leaving stinging slaps on your skim from acting like a ‘common whore’

hole inspection every other week to check if you’ve done something with others, which is purely an excuse to humiliate and use you for his pleasure

P.S take all the time you need 💕(if u wanna write this)

tw: stepcest, punishment, non-con/cnc, dumbification

it's like you're doing it on purpose.

what are you? stupid? he didn't raise you like this. he didn't raise his pretty girl to become a total whore in college just because he isn't around. when he see's the hickeys on your neck and chest, and the horrible results from your exam papers, he can't help but grit his teeth together from frustration, ordering you onto your knees.

since you're so stupid, why doesn't he use you for your only purpose, then? to fuck that throat raw as compensation for getting him all worked up when he saw you in that skimpy skirt. you're so stupid, so dumb for trusting him—even dumber for not thinking of the many possible consequences if you continued your hoe life...

your stepfather is a cruel man. he believes in strict discipline. if his yelling won't put you in your place, surely fucking your throat despite your pleads to ‘do better’ would. when you're forced to take his cock down your throat, you can't help but let out a few tears. they burn your wet cheeks, making you shudder and gag when he continues despite your constant gagging.

“hör auf zu jammern, dreckiges ding. du bist so eine Hure, du genießt das. ich wette, du wolltest schon immer den schwanz deines stiefvaters lutschen, nicht wahr?” you attempt to shake your head, as in ‘no’, but he grips your hair with a firm and tight grip, slamming down your throat with a brutalising pace. you grip his broad, thick hips, attempting to slow him down, to no avail as he just shoves you to the base so he can let his thick and bitter cum run down your throat :((

you feel even worse when he demands to inspect every hole, finding rawness all over...

translation: “stop whining, dirty thing. you’re such a whore, you’re enjoying this. i bet you’ve always wanted to suck your stepdad’s cock, haven’t you?”