#German!reader

[seamirrors]

Pairing : Kelly Severide x female!german!reader

Summery: You visited your family in Germany and your boyfriend missed you.

You were a firefighter who was born and raised in a small town in Germany. In the end you decided you didn‘t continue living in Germany so you moved to the US ,Chicago specifically.

To be honest ,moving to Chicago was the best decision you ever made ,even if you terrible missed your family. Shortly after arriving in Chicago for the first time , you wrote an application for the fire academy and you were granted the opportunity to do the test. You passed it and after finishing the academy you were transferred to firehouse 51 on Truck 81.

At the firehouse you met the people who now are more like family to you then friends and also the person who was now your boyfriend of three years.

It had been two weeks since your last shift since you had visited you family back in Germany. Most of the time the only way you were able to see them was through facetime. You sadly didn‘t have alot of time to fly over and visit them and they didn‘t have the kind of money to book a flight.

Anyway you landed back in America about an hour ago. Your boyfriend thought that you would be back tomorrow ,so you thought you would suprise him. Of course you knew that he was on shift at this exact moment and not wanting to have all your stuff with you,the first thing you did was getting a cab and driving towards your shared apartment and dropping your stuff of ,before showering and changing quickly.

Then with no detour you drove your car towards the firehouse. Arriving there you saw that squad was currently on a call which makes you go to the common room and you saw that everyone, aside from squad ,was there. Sylvie was the first one to spot you which made her squeak.

Everyone looked in her direction and then into the direction where she was looking. All you could hear were gasps and cheeres and you felt arms that were slung around you ,Sylvie.

"What are you doing back already ? I thought you were supposed to be arriving tomorrow.Since when are you back?“ Brett continued to rambled ,not really letting you answer her questions. Meanwhile you were given hugs from everyone of your little makeshift family.

You all continued talking and twenty minutes later you all could hear Squad arriving back at the firehouse. The others didn‘t stop talking ,while you were awaiting your boyfriend’s presence. Luck was on your side that day because Kelly was approaching the common room and didn‘t sit directly on his chair.

His stare was directed to the floor as if he was thinking about something. Maybe about the call they just came back from. You cleared your throat and it was like everbody around you went silent. His head snapped up and he stared at you in disbelieve.

The Lieutenant could not belive his eyes. It felt like eternity since he last saw you in person, even thought it was only two weeks. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone but you, when you were alone.

Walking towards you with fast steps he embraced you tightly and he seemed to forget that you weren‘t alone in the common room. You hugged your boyfriend back,happy to see him after two weeks away.

Matt who knew his best friends ,started to guide the other people out of the room to give the two of you a little more privacy.

While still embraced , you finally greeted your love in your native language:“Hallo mein Schatz“ Kelly shivered because of it, loving when you spoke German to him. "Hey,“ he mumbled back. Finally after several minutes you wiggled out off his arms and set on the long table ,where you all normaly ate your lunch.

" How was your trip?“ Severide asked you ,wanting to know everything. You were just about to answere the Lieutenant when the alarm went off.

" Squad 3, Truck 81 ,Ambulance 61…“

The man jumped up directly and gave you a fast kiss on the lips before running toward where the trucks where. With a smile you watched him go.

You couldn‘t help but be excited to work again.

[miryum]

Simon Riley who, when you moved in with him, also had to adjust to your little dog. He loved dogs, as evident by Riley, but your dog was not like Riley. Riley was a war-hardened German Shepard that could sniff out bombs and had survived a bullet wound. Your dog looked like it would pee on the helicopter that was sent to rescue it and bark at the medic before rolling over for belly rubs.

Your dog was all bark and no bite. They were a small, fluffy little thing who you spoiled more than Simon. It took them a while to adjust to Simon, but when they realised that Simon laid heavily on the couch after deployment and was willing to be their personal pillow, your little dog reluctantly accepted him.

As for the dynamic between Riley and your dog, your little pupper was insistent that they were the boss of the house. They barked at Riley when first introduced as Riley just sat there, waiting for it to be over. Soon enough, though, your dog was curled up with Riley, cuddling. That always made you coo and take pictures of the pair, though Simon grumped that he’d rather have you pay attention to him.

Speaking of attention not on Simon, when the hell did your shared bed also become the dogs’ bed? When it was just Simon and Riley, Riley had his own bed and kennel in the living room. And Simon loved you so much. He was so fucking happy when you moved in. Hell, he was happy just to have you in his bed. Waking up with you tucked into his side, protected by him, was something he adored. It was better than heaven. But that heaven was usually interrupted by your scrappy little dog wiggling its way in between you two. He would turn around when you started petting and baby-talking the dog, only to see Riley at the foot of the bed, staring up at him. That’s how both dogs began sleeping in your shared bed.

You adored Riley just as much as you adored your own dog. You loved going on walks with Simon, the dogs on their leashes. Riley was a perfect walker, next to Simon the entire time with such military precision that you doubted the canine even needed a leash. Your dog on the other hand… they weaved all over the path, pausing to sniff and pee every half block. Simon wanted to train your dog like he had trained Riley, but you refused. “Oh, shush. Look at that little face! Perfect already, Si.” Of course, he could never say no to you.

Speaking of Riley’s training, however, Simon could tell that his dog was slowly slipping farther and farther from his strict regimen. With the excessive treats that you slipped Riley, the dog was gaining some chonkiness, just as his owner. As his deployments got further and further apart and his retirement got more and more likely (perhaps because of the ring in his dresser drawer), he allowed himself to stay in bed longer with you rather than getting up to exercise in the wee hours of the morning. You didn’t mind, obviously. You liked the softness that Simon was acquiring and he was always a big man to begin with. Just because his tummy was becoming more squishy didn’t mean that he still couldn’t throw his weight around if someone was bothering you.

Simon, combined with Riley, allowed for ‘scary dog privileges.’ There was a time when a creepy man began following you when Simon was on deployment and you were walking Riley. Your own little dog was getting their hair cut, so it was just you and Riley. You noticed something was wrong when Riley’s ears perked up and his movements got a bit more robotic. You glanced around, knowing Riley’s instincts were never wrong. After seeing the man, you decided to head back towards the edge of the park, where more people were. When the man didn’t give up, though, and got even closer, Riley went full guarddog. He stepped closer to you and turned around to face the man. After a few loud, thundering barks that drew the attention of everyone around, the man scuttled away. Later that month when Simon was back home, both dogs cuddled up to you on the bed, he didn’t know whether to be mad that you didn’t tell him immediately (though he could never get mad at you) or to be proud that Riley protected you so fiercely. Anxiety and fear rushed through Simon, but you calmed him with a small kiss and Riley set his head on Simon’s stomach. Riley definitely earned the scratches behind the ears that he got.

Most dog owners took their dogs out for one last pee before bedtime and Simon was no exception. You always made Simon take the dogs out because you were usually cuddled up in bed or in the blankets all cosy. He never once complained, either tugging on his jacket if it was windy out, or pulling on a hat if it was raining. He would do anything for you, even if it meant braving thick snow that crept into his boots. Riley always went quickly, even though both owner and dog knew that he could withstand the freezing temperatures. Your little idiot, on the other hand, would take their merry time, sniffing and trailing around the yard (which you had asked for when you and Simon moved out of his apartment and into a real house on the outskirts of the city). There were even times when another dog would be walking by and your canine would bark and run after them. Simon was always quick to jog after and scoop the dog up. Once in a while, Riley would give a deep bark as well, as if telling off your dog. Simon would then trudge back into the house, muttering curses under his breath, your dog under his arm.

But, as much as he pretended to hate your dog, there was always a soft spot there. Soon enough, “my girlfriend’s” dog became “my wife’s” dog and then “our” dog.

[hoe4hotchner]

Between Man and Dog [A.H]

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝟿 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟹𝚔 𝙲𝚆: 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢), 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊��𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝟿 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

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           The sound of paws padding against the hardwood floor filled your apartment as Jaeger, your German Shepherd, trotted up beside you. He nudged his head into your hand, seeking the attention he knew you’d give him. Jaeger wasn’t just a work partner; he was your best friend, your constant companion - though that had become a bit more complicated ever since you started dating Aaron.

           You looked down at Jaeger, smiling at how content he was to just be near you after a long day of catching criminals. His large frame leaned into your leg, and despite his tough, disciplined nature on the job, he was a softy at heart. Except, of course, when it came to Aaron. As much as Jaeger respected him in passing, there was always a hint of protectiveness - and maybe a little jealousy - whenever Aaron was around especially when he was too close for Jaeger's liking.

           The door clicked open, and in walked Aaron, his familiar suit and tie a contrast to the more casual atmosphere of your home. As soon as Jaeger heard the door, his head perked up, ears alert. He didn’t bark - he knew Aaron's sounds and scent by now - but that didn’t stop him from moving in between you and your boyfriend, planting himself right at your side like a furry barricade of slobber and teeth.

           “Hey,” Aaron greeted, smiling as he made his way toward you, but his eyes flickered to Jaeger, already predicting what would happen next.

           “Hi,” you said warmly, stepping toward him.

           But before Aaron could get too close, Jaeger’s large head bumped against Aaron’s knee, guiding him ever so slightly away from you with an evident purpose. You stifled a laugh as Jaeger gave Aaron what could only be described as a disapproving look, sitting tall and proud like a bodyguard on high alert.

           Aaron sighed, though his lips tugged into a small smile. "Still jealous, huh, buddy?"

           You grinned, reaching down to ruffle Jaeger’s ears, before quickly leaning over the dog to place a peck on Aaron's lips. "I think he’s just making sure you’re treating me right. You know how he is." You winked.

           "Yeah," Aaron chuckled, shaking his head, "he makes it clear every time I get within five feet of you."

           You stepped closer to Aaron, finally closing the distance, and as you did, Jaeger gave a low huff as if to say, Alright, but I’m watching you. He didn’t budge from his spot, though, not until Aaron wrapped his arm around your waist.

           "See? It’s fine," you teased Jaeger, giving him a playful nudge with your foot. "You can let him stay."

           Jaeger merely grumbled in response, his dark eyes watching Aaron like a hawk. But despite his antics, there was no real malice - just a big, protective dog who wasn’t quite ready to share his favorite person with anyone else.

           The next day, you were called out on a case with the unit. Jaeger was in his element, moving through the wooded area of a local park with precision, sniffing out a trail as part of his search. You were focused, keeping a steady pace behind him as he worked, your hand gripping the leash guiding him with confidence and familiarity.

           What you didn’t expect was to see Aaron and the rest of the BAU team show up on the scene as you emerged from the woods. You hadn’t realized your units would be working together today.

           Aaron spotted you almost immediately, his brow raising in mild surprise before his usual expression returned. "I didn’t know you were working today," he said as he approached, walking up alongside you.

           "Surprise," you replied with a small smile, but before you could say anything else, Jaeger’s head snapped up, recognizing Aaron.

           And, as if on cue, the German Shepherd made a low growl and planted himself right in front of Aaron, effectively blocking his path. It was the same routine as always - Jaeger asserting his territory, reminding Aaron that he was still the alpha in this dynamic. And that you were his, not Aaron's.

           Aaron chuckled under his breath, clearly amused. "Good to see you too, Jaeger."

           Jaeger, the most stubborn protector, merely stared at him, his tail flicking with just enough attitude to make his disapproval known.

           "Sorry," you said, shaking your head with a laugh. "He still thinks you’re up to something."

           Aaron gave a small smile, though he kept his distance, clearly knowing better than to test Jaeger’s boundaries at the moment. Especially when he was working "I’ll win him over one day."

           You raised a brow, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "Good luck with that, Hotchner."

           The case was moving along, but so did the tension. Aaron, along with a few other agents, had gone deeper into the woods after narrowing down a lead from one of the civilians. You were nearby with Jaeger, keeping your distance but ready to move if needed. The situation was dangerous - there was a suspect, armed and unpredictable, kidnapping children left and right. Everyone was tense as the clock ticked closer and closer to what inevitably would be a hard conversation to have with the victim's parents.

           As you waited, keeping an eye on your surroundings, a sudden crack rang out through the trees - the sound of a gunshot. Your heart dropped. In a moment of weakness you forgot to direct Jaeger and the moment the sound hit, his instincts took over.

           Before you could stop him, Jaeger jerked forward, pulling the leash out of your hands in one swift motion. You stumbled, calling after him, but it was too late - he was already running straight toward the sound.

           "Jaeger, no!" you shouted, scrambling to your feet as you ran after him.

           Jaeger sprinted ahead, his powerful body moving with purpose as he rushed toward where Aaron had gone. Your heart raced, panic bubbling in your chest as you realized what was happening. Jaeger was going after Aaron, and not to protect you this time, but to protect him.

           By the time you reached the clearing, you saw it - the suspect was down, disarmed by Aaron, but he hadn’t been alone. Another figure had appeared from behind the trees, aiming a gun straight at Aaron.

           But Jaeger was faster. With an intense, determined bark, Jaeger lunged forward, knocking the gunman off his feet and sending the weapon flying. In one smooth motion, Jaeger stood over him, growling and barking, his teeth bared as he held the man in place.

           Aaron was stunned but otherwise unharmed as he looked at Jaeger with wide eyes, the realization of what had just happened sinking in.

           You rushed forward, out of breath but relieved beyond words. "Jaeger, heel," you called, Jaeger backed off immediately, though he kept a watchful eye on the man beneath him, low rumbles still emerging from his throat.

           Aaron stood up, dusting himself off as he glanced at Jaeger, then at you. "Well... that was new."

           You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was tinged with relief. "Yeah, looks like Jaeger finally decided you were worth keeping."

           Aaron’s expression softened as he looked at Jaeger, who, for the first time, wasn’t glaring at him with suspicion but rather like he was saying, You’re alright now.

           With a small smile, Aaron knelt down, extending a hand toward Jaeger. "Good boy." He grinned.

           Jaeger hesitated for a moment, then, with a low, yet affectionate rumble in his chest, he stepped forward, nudging Aaron’s hand with his nose.

           You smiled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Guess you’re finally friends."

           Aaron stood up, giving Jaeger one final pat before turning to you. "Looks like I owe him one." Jaeger wagged his tail as if to say, Yeah, you do.

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[just1cefor4ll]

with Toby being headcanoned (im pretty sure its a hc idk tho so correct me if im wrong) German, imagine him with a russian s/o

to be petty he would definitely bring up history like lets all be real……

— "You know, it’s actually impressive how your country got played so hard. Hitler shook Stalin’s hand and stabbed him in the back like, what, a year later? Diplomatic brilliance."

"А ты не охуел? (Are you fucking serious?) your country thought invading Russia in the winter was a good idea. 'Ja, let's give hypothermia a shot, why don’t we!’ Have you heard of Napoleon? That was the blueprint.”

"Still managed to get further than he did. I mean, give us some credit."

"Further into your own grave, maybe. Didn’t your soldiers end up eating their belts?"

"Ach halt’s Maul (Oh, shut your mouth.), at least we didn’t starve millions of our own people in peacetime. Ever heard of the Holodomor?"

"Bold of you to talk about atrocities when your country industrialized genocide. Efficient evil. Very German."

"Efficiency is a virtue, thank you. Meanwhile, you guys sent your own men into battle with no guns, just hoping someone would die fast enough to drop theirs."

"And still managed to beat your ass. Let that sink in."

"Big talk for someone whose country collapsed in the '90s because they couldn’t afford bread."

“Keep talking, and I’ll start quoting how fast Berlin fell."

"Bold of you to talk when you lost the Cold War."

"Bold of you to talk when you started both World Wars Идиот (idiot)."

“…Fick dich..” (fuck you)

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[koenigsdossier]

Stupid Toy

König was starting to question why he agreed to your idea. It sounded good at the time, but now he just felt like he was being tortured. He didn't realize how much a tease you could actually be until now. He's never agreeing to one of your ideas ever again.

+18 NSFW, use of fleshlight, edging (on König), slight praise, submissive König, dominant reader, AFAB reader, mentions of overstimulation at the end

That's what König thought as you denied another orgasm from him, taking the fleshlight off of his red, swollen cock once again. He let out a high whine, falling back into his bed's headboard and rolling his hips up uncontrollably at this point. He was painfully hard, cock completely red as all of his blood seemed to have rushed to it. He was a mess of pre-cum and lube, not able to tell which is which anymore as it all dripped down his length. His breathing was incredibly rough and ragged, barely able to form words as he panted and whined out into his barracks.

"Bitte... Bitte..." He kept panting over and over as he felt his orgasm die down again.

You had been denying König orgasm after orgasm since you placed that fleshlight on his dick. He lost count after the third orgasm you denied him, mind completely reduced to mush as he could do nothing but plea with you. König could easily turn the tables on you. He could pin you down and make you take load after load until his balls were completely emptied, stuffed full of his cum that you both swore it would be leaking out of you for days. But König wanted to listen to you. He wanted to be good for you and let you have your fun. Even if your fun was absolutely torturing him and making him lose his god damn mind. He would be good, follow orders like the good soldier he is.

His hand on your shirt loosened its grip, soothing over the fabric to try to calm himself down. It wasn't helping at all. He could only focus on how good your body felt. He could feel your body heat, feel how much you were enjoying this, and he couldn’t help but lean into you. He pushed you closer to him, stuffing his face into your neck as he breathed in your scent to calm down.

He wasn't looking when you placed the fleshlight back on his dick, so the feeling of the wet toy made him flinch a little, body shuddering at the contact. His hand moved off of your back, wrapping his arm around you and holding onto your hip as his other hand clenching the bedsheets tightly. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes needy and pleading with you to let him cum this time.

"Bitte, let me cum this time. I don't know how much more I can take..." His voice was incredibly whiny now, shamelessly begging and pleading with you as moved the fake pussy in time with his hips. He could already feel his orgasm build back up, and you just started again.

He called out your name in his pathetic voice when you didn't say anything in response. He could see your eyes focused on his length, watching it go in and out of the fleshlight. He let out a huff and gripped your hip a bit tighter, saying your name again to get your attention.

"Mhmm... You can cum if..." You drew out your last word, taking the fleshlight off of König’s cock and shifting on his bed. You laid down, pulling König to hover above you. A bit cruel of you since his arms were so shaky, and his body feeling a bit exhausted from being brought close to the edge so many times. But he was able to hold himself up as he felt excitement running through him at the new position. But it all left as soon as you brought the fleshlight back into his view and placed it right above your heat.

"You can cum if you fuck this toy like you do me." Oh you were trying to kill him. He couldn't even comprehend your full sentence, his mind only understanding that you weren't allowing him to fuck you yet. He almost didn't care about cumming when your cunt was right there. He just wanted to feel you wrapped around him now, tired of that fake pussy that lacked your heat.

He huffed out another whine, narrowing his eyes at the toy and pouting at you. You couldn't see the pout due to his mask, but you could sense it. You just knew he looked so cute under that mask right now.

Begrudgingly, König pushed his swollen tip to the fleshlights entrance, pushing his cock all the way in as you held it in place. His eyes clenched shut, and his hand gripped onto his bed harshly. It wasn't even due to the feeling of the toy. His balls were pressed against your pussy lips, feeling the wet heat that was pouring from you. That little gasp you did wasn't missed by his ears either. Fuck, he wanted to be inside you so badly instead of this stupid toy. He could pull out of this toy right now and take you. You were literally right there, and he doubted you would even stop him. But, again, he wanted to be good for you, to let you have your fun.

With a shaky breath, König pulled his hips back before slowly pushing back into the fleshlight. This was supposed to feel pleasurable, make his cock feel good, but he just felt frustrated. You had told him he could finally cum and he couldn't help but feel frustrated instead of relief. Each thrust he did in his slow and deep pace kept making his balls hit your heat, a painful reminder that he could be inside you instead of this toy. It didn't help that you were obviously affected by his thrusting, too. Your breathing was picking up, and you kept squirming each time he bottomed out into the toy. He could see the need in your eyes as you watched his hips, torturing yourself in the process of teasing König.

He sped up a bit, pushing into the toy faster and a bit rougher as his frustration continued to grow. The sound the fleshlight was making as he fucked it only increased his annoyance. It was like it was taunting him, trying to mimic the sound your pussy made when he lightly pounded into it. He looked down at it, glaring at the toy that once brought him pleasure like it was the most disgusting thing in the world. The only highlight was that your hands were on it. He let out frustrated huff, looking back up at you with pleading eyes.

"W-Wanna fuck you... Want to cum inside you instead, not this stupid fucking... toy." He said 'toy' like it pained him to say. He's never hated his fleshlight like this before. He used to find some much pleasure in fucking his cock into it, always imagining it was you. Hell, he even bought one that he imagined your cunt to look like. He did a pretty good job, too, but now that he had you, it was useless to him. Especially when you were underneath him, no pants or panties on, so he could feel you against his balls every time he thrusted into the toy. It was straight-up torture to him.

"If you cum inside the toy, you can fuck me afterwards." He could hear the slight shake in your voice, the need that was pouring out of you came out in your voice. König hung his head down, letting out another high whine in displeasure

"I want to fuck you now... You feel so much better than this thing. I know you want it too... Let me make you feel good, bitte..." He begged you, doing a particularly harsh thrust into the toy, purposefully making his balls slap against you. He relished in the gasp you made, one of your hands leaving the fleshlight to hold onto König's sweat filled shirt. He didn't miss how your legs twitched, opening slightly in response to him either. He pushed his dick into the fleshlight faster, his body responding to your reaction and also the new heat that seemed to flood him. He couldn't deny the orgasm that was building back up inside him. Even if he was frustrated with this situation, his body was not. It needed to cum after being denied for so long.

König moved a hand onto your leg, spreading you open while holding onto the back of your thigh. He gripped at your flesh roughly, his hold definitely going to leave a mark later as he squeezed the plush flesh. He basked in the squirming you were doing, the twitch of the muscles in your thigh, and the picked-up breathing mixed with small moans you let out.

"König..." You said his name in a warning tone, though a bit weak as you felt yourself get more worked up. You've been worked up since you started this whole thing. König just looked so good when denied orgasm after orgasm. His eyes always got so soft, so needy as he silently begged you to let him cum. His chest would rise and fall rapidly as if he couldn't get enough air in his lungs as he just let out whimpers and whines, broken up by pleading that sounded like gibberish. His hands would twitch, holding onto whatever was near as he tried to keep himself grounded as he rolled his hips up. The icing on the cake was how his cock ended up looking. He would get so swollen, so red and achy as it poured pre-cum out of his tip. His dick throbbing and twitching as it got denied. You couldn't help that König looked so good like that.

Your weak warning tone only made König moan. His hand pushed your leg closer to your body as he pounded his dick into the fleshlight. He didn't seem to care that he wasn't fucking his dick up into you anymore, his mind seemingly gone as his orgasm neared. His body had a slight tremble to it, getting ready for the intense orgasm that was about to rip through him.

"I-Ich komme gleich... Scheiße... Bitte... Ich komme gleich, bitte..." König rambled to you. He always had a habit of slipping back into his native tongue when he was like this. It was just another reason why you liked to do this to him.

His hips were stuttering, uncoordinated as he shoved his cock into the toy repeatedly. Your grip on his shirt was tight, your eyes fluttering as König's balls kept hitting your clit thanks to him opening you up.

"L-Let go... The faster you cum, the faster you can fuck me... Please hurry..." You couldn't help the small plea that slipped out of your lips. You wanted König to make you feel good, but you couldn't stop him now. He was way too close to falling over the edge, and he had been so good. He deserved to cum.

Your words and small plea were all the confirmation König needed. He pushed your leg even closer to your body, making the top of your thigh be completely flushed with your body as he sloppily thrust his hips into the fleshlight. It didn't take long before he bottomed out completely into the fake pussy, making it take his heavy load that spill out of him. His body was shaking, his chest rising and falling harshly as he couldn't even let out any noises as intense pleasure coursed through him. His eyes were rolled into the back of his skull, seeing white as his head hung down limply. He grinded his hips against the fleshlight weakly, making sure he got everything out as he rode out his orgasm.

He fell on top of you when he got everything out, his cum leaking out of the toy and onto the two of you. König panted harshly as he came down from his high, his hand still on the back of your thigh, rubbing the soft skin there. You pulled your hands out from under König, placing one on his head while the other rubbed his back gently.

"I got you... I got you. You did good, very good. Do you feel alright?" You looked down at König's body with concern, worried you had pushed him too far. This isn't the first time you've edged König, but it's the longest you've made him hold it. You felt relieved when König shifted lightly against you, turning his head to look up at you as his panting slowly died down.

"I'm fine... Can I fuck you now?" His words were barely understandable due to his panting and his accent being thicker than usual. As intense and relieving that orgasm was, König wasn't satisfied. He needed to be inside you, cum inside you instead of that stupid toy and fill you up. He needed to feel you clench around him as he fucked his cock into your cunt, to hear your sweet, pretty noises as he made you feel good. You could barely get a word out before König was lifting himself up on shaky arms and pulling out of the fleshlight, ignoring the sensitivity that shot through him.

"I-I... Take a break first, König. That was -" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out as König pushed his still swollen tip against your entrance, making you let out a gasp of surprised. He didn't push in yet, waiting for you to give him permission as he looked up at you, still rubbing the flesh on the back of your thigh.

You were going to regret giving König permission to push his dick inside you. He had completely turned the tables on you, taking charge of the situation as he fucked up into you over and over again. He was determined to stuff you full of his cum that had formed in his balls, completely emptying everything he had built up into you. Not to mention the orgasms he gave you, wanting to make sure you felt good even after you had tortured him. You are never asking König to perform one of your ideas ever again (You told him another idea you've been thinking about the next day).

[majestativa]

That […] mixture of sensuality and cruelty which has always seemed to me to be the real “witches’ brew.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Medusa Reader, transl by Walter Kaufmann, (2013)

[secretlysimpash]

It's canon that König has severe social anxiety. He's suffered from it throughout his entire life. As someone with severe anxiety (social + generalized), I have some thoughts and headcanons (everything after this lil blurb is not 100% canon).

Okay so I know I said all of these aren't 100% canon but may I draw your attention to this:

"Inability to stay still". Severe anxiety can and will make someone fidgety as fuck (speaking from experience). So he definitely still fidgets when he's not completely in the zone. Leg bouncing, messing with his gloves or the hem of his mask/hood, constant checking of belts and straps, ect. Also, pacing. König paces a lot.

In some cases, even severe social anxiety can lessen with time. This is somewhat the case with König. While it's not as bad as it was during his childhood, he still gets flare-ups that make him feel exactly the way he did back then. He's a 6-foot-whatever giant, but his brain will bring him right back to being that bullied kid again.

From his in-game dialogue, it's kinda shown that he's cocky. It started as a masking tactic at first until he genuinely became cocky...But is also always seeking validation, and realized that confidence is more praised in his field of work.

While anxiety and shyness are normally seen as going hand in hand, this is not the case for König. This man is NOT shy, or timid, or even that much of an introvert (he's an ambivert, imo).

That being said, I do see him as being more reserved outside of missions. Not because he's shy, but just because he's more in his head most of the time.

Back to the fidgeting bit, I see him as having a bit of a skin picking habit. Scarred lips and cuticles for sure. Plus cracking knuckles and cracking his neck.

Has torn up gloves from tearing at frayed bits on them.

Social anxiety will make someone irritable as hell. Anxiety can come out as anger or irritability sometimes, and this is the case for König.

This man bottles his emotions like a fine wine until it culminates into anxiety attacks.

Will come off as not giving a fuck and being confident as hell, but is usually nervous about what people think of him. Internalizes the hell out of it, though.

Can be very dismissive of his own anxiety. Likely grew up around people telling him that he needs to get over it, suck it up, and other similar sentiments.

Does have useful coping mechanisms now, certainly more than he did when he was a kid or when he first joined. And while he probably doesn't keep up with going to therapy now, he was given some coping mechanisms that stuck with him when he did go.

Diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD) when he did finally go to a therapist (I feel like his bio describing it as "SEVERE social anxiety" makes this canon in a way, but,,,it's definitely canon to me).

People get shocked when they find out he has anxiety at all, let alone severe social anxiety...Which is fine, understandable even, but hates when anyone makes a big deal out of it and starts prying.

(König x reader headcanons under the cut)

Some people hate being touched while they're going through anxiety attacks or flare-ups. König will unleash the full force of his anxiety-induced anger onto most people that try to touch him when he's going through it. You are not most people.

Let him play with your hair, or play with his. The choice is yours, because he'll be content with either. It soothes him.

Anxiety can be so fucking draining. So when anxiety hits him hard, König is going to be tired. So hypothetically, if he were to pass out after a long day of his brain being the worst liar and he woke up to chores being done/dinner being cooked/sees that you just did something for him...He'd love you so much.

On the other side of that coin, he does have trouble sitting still. So more often than not, rather than staying in bed with you, he'll drag you out of the house for a hike or a walk. Something so you're both moving, focusing on each other and the world around you.

Also, loses sleep from his anxiety. If he's up in the dead of night, he won't wake you up. But if you're awake anyway or wake up and decide to stay up for him, expect to binge watch something mind numbing and/or soothing. Something distracting. Just a casual 3 AM scrolling session through TikTok or YT shorts, watching the most random shit until you both pass back out.

[sweetiecutie]

König, who is so pathetically, so sickly and desperately in love with you. He just can’t help his mind from wandering - daydreaming about how that would feel to finally be with you. Where he’d take you out for your dates, all the princess treatment he’d give you, all the love and adoration he’d pour onto you.

König, who spends hours picking out porn to watch, his dick simply does not harden if actress’ body type or face features don’t resemble yours >;( and despite all his efforts he still ends up fisting his throbbing dick to the images of you behind his eyelids - standing on your knees for him, mouth open wide and awaiting his needy length to lay on your tongue; or you sprawled out on his bed, all flushed and ready to take him inside that fluttering pussy of yours. Oh, how hard those little fantasies make him nut, pearly cum spurting out his cock in thick ropes, reaching to his tummy and chest.

But König doesn’t stop, overstimulating himself beyond all beliefs, until his tip turns an angry shade of red, until his hips stutter and tears swell up in his eyes.

You will be his, sooner or later, König will make sure of that<3

[cod-indulgences]

König x female!reader, fingering, vaginal sex, soft smut, no real warnings here this is just sweet

König loves it when you sprawl on top of him after a long day, wearing one of his big shirts, your face tucked into his neck and your legs and arms limp. You call him your big cuddly cat, and he laughs and kneads your thighs and ass with his big paws, threatening to eat up the little rabbit that's crossed his path.

Like this he can reach most of your body, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, coaxing them to spread open a little further, gripping your ass and hips and massaging the flesh until you're melting into him. He might be the big cat, but you're purring on him, warm and relaxed as he cradles you. It's almost too sweet to disturb.

But he's just a man with his girl sprawled over him, and the next pass of his hands grips your ass and lifts, arching your back a little, and he turns to kiss the tip of your ear as his fingers slide into the cleft of your ass, rubbing down the center of you where your thighs part further. You coo and twine your arms up around König's neck, rocking into the soft touch of his hands, letting the big soldier grope and squeeze your flesh to his liking. You lay soft kisses against his throat, rocking back into his hands, a soft moan slipping past your lips when he finally slides two fingers under the thin strip of fabric and over your soft, damp folds.

He's so good with his hands- big and scarred and strong, rough and stained with blood but always so gentle against your body. He touches you like you're precious, sweeps of his fingers up and down to spread the slick starting to leak from your pussy, easing the friction as he starts playing with your clit, drawing more moans out of you. His other hand keeps squeezing and playing with your ass, pushing your panties down your thighs, groaning when he slides a finger into you and feels how hot and wet you are inside.

You know he's hard under you, though you're not placed to feel it- König's hips are rocking up, shifting your weight as he fingers you to the same rhythm, and you crane your neck to meet his lips for sweet, wet kisses, panting into each other's mouths. He's sucking on your tongue when you get your hands beneath you, braced on his chest to sit up, flinging the loose shirt away. He grins at the sight of your bare breasts and pulls you forward to get his mouth around a nipple.

You moan and lean down to let him get more of your breast into his mouth, watching as he suckles, his eyes nearly rolling in his head as he works your nipple with his tongue and lips, still steadily fingering you, soft wet sounds leaking out from around his finger. When he adds a second you moan and rock back onto his hand, using your own to tease your neglected nipple. König pulls away with a wet pop, finally releasing your ass to fumble with his pants, drawing his cock out with a gasp, the tip rubbing immediately against your pussy, spreading his own precome against you.

His sticky hand steadies your hips, and you reach between your legs to angle him, both moaning together as König fills you in a long smooth slide, your pussy sinking over him until you whine with the full, deep pressure of bottoming out, your ass resting against his thighs.

König gives you a moment to adjust, quivering around his cock, before he begins to lift your ass and bring you down again with sharp thrusts. You moan helplessly into his neck, letting him control the pace as he rocks his hips up in rhythm, driving deeper as your pussy clenches and drags at his cock, reluctant to let him go. You cry out as he grinds into you, your clit trapped between your bodies and rubbing against his pubic hair, and König swears and thrusts again, faster, squeezing your hips and ass. The room is full of the wet sounds of your fucking, gasps and moans, König kissing the side of your face and hair until he can catch your open mouth, licking into you and swallowing your moans.

"Look at me, meine liebe," he urges, and you manage to pry your eyes open through the growing pleasure. "Zeig mir, wie schön du bist, wenn du kommst," and you can't look away from him as König shoves a hand between your bodies and finds your clit, sliding two fingers around it to tease the sensitive nub. You pant against him, moaning at each thrust, and when you finally hit that sharp peak, pleasure rolling through your body, you feel König shudder with you, groaning deep in his chest. His thighs shake as he thrusts deep and grinds into you, his cock spilling into your pussy, leaking come where your bodies are joined.

Your collapse against his chest, catching your breath as you trail your fingers up his chest and over his arms, pressing little kisses to his throat, savoring the take of his skin. König murmurs soft German against your hair, holding your hips to keep his cock inside you, heavy and warm, his own breathing evening out.

You settle back against his body again, like before but boneless, still connected between your pussy and his slowly softening cock. You let your fingers twine through König's hair, nuzzling your faces together, as warm and sated as you could be.

[ghostwhippet]

Backpfeifengesicht

It was impossible to say whose idea it had been, only that Johnny got the draw.

A jump scare. Just a harmless little prank for 141's favorite gal. Simon and König would be right there.

What Johnny didn't expect was that when he lunged out, masked, with a roar and a wave of his arms, your immediate reaction would be to snap your fist into his face, then kick straight up into his balls as hard as you could.

"Backpfeifengesicht," König mutters into his beer, shoulders leaning into the wall behind you on the porch.

In a chair next to him, Simon murmurs, "That's my girl." A smug, satisfied little smile tugs up at one corner of his mouth.

He and König tap their glasses together when Johnny, one hand over his balls and the other up to ward you off, takes off the mask and it only makes you yell louder and start hitting him again.

Masterlist

[anis-sketches]

Capre Noctem

  ⋆⁺₊ ✧ ⋆ I´ve returned to life, Eternity begins tonight ·*･｡ ☆

Cryptid Sightings aswell as The Lost Episode belong to @naffeclipse

heres the other version

happy october everyone

happy birthday cryptid sightings

[sky-is-the-limit]

Nah if you ain't a Gaz girlie, you're missing out big time. Like.Big.Time.

[yourbestprincess]

Mein Kleines Mädchen

Older!König (40s) Young!reader (18- early 20s)

Giant age gap but y’know, size kink, slightly hyper fem!reader, reader is a female, König is rough and also has a cute little German accent and calls you cute pet names in German, König is also your dads bestie but not anymore! Creampie, slut-shaming but also praise , fingering.

Hope I didn’t miss anything! XD

(Gentle reminder that König is HUGE, I'm pretty sure he's 6'10 which, if you're average hight, is ginormous.)

You’ve always thought König was overly attractive, but you would never do anything…I mean he was your father’s best friend.

He always eyed you when they hung out, which was rare because he was always deployed.

König was way bigger than you were, he merely towered over you when you two would talk. Which, to say the least, you loved.

You thought he was so attractive. From how big he was to his greying ginger hair to his blue eyes which looked at you in such a way that made your stomach flutter.

****

He was finally coming over today. You were finally in collage now, in your eyes a grown woman.

He was staying the night according to your dad because he got kicked from his apartment from being gone so long, to which you weren’t complaining.

It was so early; almost too early, but you heard a knock at the door. Even before he knocked you felt his presence. Your heart pounds as you peak out of your window to see his car. You walk down the stairs, only in an oversized white t-shirt that covered your tight black shorts. You clear your shirt of any wrinkles before looking through the peephole and opening the door.

“Guten Morgen, schatz.” He smiles softly. you notice that he’s still quite dirty.

“Oh, ‘morning König.” you smile back softly before letting him in, your heart still pounding in your chest, it feels like it’s gonna run away.

He gives you a lousy side hug and drops his bags on the stairs before giving you a forehead kiss.

“Mm.” He breathes you in “Schatz, where is your father?” He backs away slightly to give you some sense of personal space.

“He’s working today until about 8:30. Sorry, I should probably let you settle in and shower I know you’re tired and-“

“Shh, liebling. Stay with me, I suppose I need some company, ja?” He looks down at you, reaching his calloused hand over and putting it on the side of your head in which you lean into.

“Okay, well first let me draw you a shower.” You bite your lip gently before leading him into the upstairs bathroom next to your room. He follows you, humming something you swear you've heard before.

"Du bist so ein liebes kleines Mädchen" (You're such a sweet little girl) König snickers while trailing so close behind you that he's basically hovering over you.

He thought you didn't understand what he was saying. You really touched up on your German before he came back from whatever mission he was on. You knew he said things to you in German before, but he never thought you'd know. Not until now. Your blood wastes no time making your cheeks hot and red with straight fluster.

He grips your arm and turns you with his mere strength. "Oh dear. Du verstehst jetzt?" (Oh dear. You understand now?) He tilts his head, squatting down to your hight.

You try to look down but he forces you to look up at him with your practically pathetic puppy eyes. "Ja...since you got deployed again. I should've told you, but I just wanted to know what you were saying to me."

His eyes feel like they're staring sharply into your soul, like he was looking straight into your heart. He knows that your heart grows and yearns from him. "Ja? Good girl." His accent spills out more when he's eager.

"C'mon lieb." He stands back up letting you finish showing him to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and make sure its the perfect temperature for such a man. You set out a towel and an unopened bar of soap.

"Okay, there you go. You can..um meet me in my room when you're done." You say with just a little bit of excitement in your voice.

"Ja, liebling." He says with a soothing voice rather than before.

As you wait in your room, you change into a pink see-though lingerie dress with a matching pink thong. To top it all off, you wear some white thigh high socks. You sit pretty on your bed and wait for him to get out of the shower.

****

You hear a knock at your bedroom door. "Hey, Liebling? Can I come in?" You ignore it for a second but before you can cover up he busts through the door.

"Mein gott liebe. Scheisse... don't do this to me. You know I can't hold back." His is heavy. It's obvious that blood went to his dick just from looking at his towel.

"I don't want you to hold back." You say as he steps into the room. His hair wet and towel barley covers his v-line. He sighs and walks closer to you.

“Mein schatz…What a fucking tease are you? Gut Gott.” He towers over your small frame, lifting up your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs as he props them up on his shoulder. His cock is fully hard, it’s throbbing and oozing out pre-cum.

“Bitte…König. You know how many years I’ve been waiting for this..” Your panties are so soaked that it’s visible. Who knew you’d be such a slut for the man who was there when your father wasn’t.

He moves your panties to the side with his middle finger. He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside you and rubs his thumb on your throbbing clit. You cry and whine under his touch. He knows how bad you need him.

“Is this too much schatz? If it is, how am I going to put this cock in you? It craves you, you know that liebling?” He takes his hand away from your wet entrance and lets the towel fall to his ankles. His cock springs up, you can see pearls of pre-cum dripping onto your bed. He gives his drooling shaft a couple of pumps before spitting on his middle and ring finger to wet your entrance just enough to fit his massive cock.

“Ready liebe?” He shoves the tip past your entrance making your shutter and whine from the size.

“Ja, you’ll be okay mein schatz.” You bite your lip and cry with him going deeper, trying to fit his 8 1/2 inches in your tight pussy that’s just taking him so well.

“König…s'too much..Bitte! Pleasepleaseplease!…” You whine and moan from the pain. Your thoughts are clouded with pure white pleasure. You know how wrong this is, but, Mein Gott, is it worth it. You're gripping his back and begging for god knows what.

“Nimm es einfach wie ein braves Mädchen, ja? Getting close for me already, Gut gott." (Just take it like a good girl, yeah?) König can't help but notice how pathetic and weak you are under him. His blunt tip pushes against your g-spot over and over again until you're crying and going cock-dumb over him.

" Du liebst es einfach, wie eine Schlampe gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr? What a good fucking girl for me." (You just love getting fucked like a slut, don't you? What a good fucking girl for me.) You can feel his thrusts getting sloppier and heavier. His breath begins to hitch and he can't help but whimper just a little from how tight his Liebe is.

"König...gonna cum right now.. Vati... fuck- feels s'good..." Before you can even think about getting close, he pulls out of you and sits down on your bed, getting comfy before motioning you to sit on his lap. You slide off your panties and see-through dress, craving that skin to skin with him.

"Ja, that's it Mein Schatz, ease down on me, you've got it Liebe" As you sink down on his fat cock, he notices that it makes an indentation on your tummy.

"S'too much König... too big." You barely make out in whimpers and cries. He continues to thrust deeper into your sopping cunt. You really hope your dad isn't gonna come home anytime soon.

"Shh, It's alright, you'll be okay Mein Liebe. Just let me use this pretty pussy, ja?" He pushes his cock so far up into you that you were genuinely surprised on how he was able to bottom out in you. His thrusts are sharp and fast with so much power that you moan everytime he thrusts. König knows you're close from the way you're clenching down on him and how loud your moans are.

"Bitte... I need to.." You cry out before König's thrusts become sharper and somehow even faster.

"I know, I know. I'm gonna come with... scheisse- come with you, okay?" He can't stop grunting now, its all pleasure now. White pleasure clouds his visions.

"Christ- Ich liebe dich schatz- fuck. I always have. And look, now I get to fuck this little body of yours and even fill you up with my cum, eh?"

His vision returns to you, already cumming on his cock. So pathetic, you can't even speak. You're too entranced at cumming on his thick cock to even think. And now here he is, filling you up with his potent cum. He pumps and twitches just a few more times until you two ride out your orgasm.

****

"Was I too much Mein liebe?" He wraps his big arms around you as you snuggle into him. warm sheets cover your bodies.

"You were perfect. Everything and more than what I was ever expecting." He wraps you into him even tighter, pressing kisses on your forehead and soft lips.

"Ich liebe dich auch, König."

Your dad's gonna be so pissed when he finds out his little girl is getting fucked by his so called best friend.

[koenigsdossier]

Sensitive Soldier

You were so surprised when you found out how sensitive König was. How this big, giant of a man who is a humanized battering ram is so sensitive under your touch, whining and pleading with you as soon as you give him attention. He'll take anything you give him, too.

18+ NSFW, semi-dominant reader, gender neutral reader, semi-bottom König, footjob (kinda), begging

König who will make himself cum from anything you give him, not matter how small or soft it may be. He just wants your full attention, your eyes on him as you watch how addicted to your body he truly is.

Like, for example...

You two could be sitting on opposite sides of the couch, legs tangled up together and watching some movie or TV show you threw on. König doesn't think anything of it when you start moving your legs, figuring you were just getting comfortable until your foot is pressing against his crotch. His cock twitched at the contact, blood already starting to flow to his dick as he looks over at you to see your eyes still on the TV. He makes himself calm down, thinking you didn't realize where you had placed your foot. But he couldn't be more wrong.

You had gotten bored of the TV, the movie/show not really holding your attention. So obviously König was the solution to your problem. You caught how König looked over at you, felt how his cock twitched under your foot, and how König decided to think nothing of your new position. You pressed your foot down on his crotch, slowly rubbing your foot up and down to get his dick fully hard. You kept your eyes on the TV, but you didn't miss the small gasp that fell from his lips, how his hands twitched to grasp at your ankle. You could feel his eyes looking between your foot and your face, trying to figure out the situation that was happening. But his mind was slowly fogging up, the blood going from his head to his dick as you worked him to his full hard length, making his cock strain against his boxers and sweatpants.

He let you do it, too, leaning back against the armrest of the couch and his breathing picking up, soft hums and moans escaping his lips as you worked up his sensitive body. His hands were gripping onto the couch, fingers digging into the material as he tried to keep himself grounded somehow.

His head snapped up to your face when your foot suddenly stopped moving against him. He knew you could feel how he was throbbing under his clothes, feel the small wet spot on his boxers through his pants, so why did you stop?

"Grind against it..." You mumbled out, just loud enough for him to hear through the fog. He glanced down at your foot, breath hitching and body tensing up when you pressed your foot down harshly against him, getting a bit impatient. His hips seemed to spark to life at that, rolling up shakily into your foot and feeling shudders rack his body.

He tried to start slowly, not wanting to overwhelm himself, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned up a bit, planting a foot on the ground and placing a hand on your foot to keep it in place. He rutted against your foot, his cock straining so harshly against his clothes, begging to be let out of it's confinements. But he couldn't be bothered to stop grinding against you, his body content with just this. Besides, he knew how much you liked it when he came in his pants. He knew you liked how his cum would stick to his clothes, making a mess of them and himself. So he could ignore the need to let his hard cock out of his clothes. He couldn't ignore how you were still looking at the TV though.

"L-Look at me... Bitte... Bitte..." He would whine out, slipping into his native tongue as his horny mind couldn't be bothered to try to speak in english. He would keep begging with you until you looked at him, his words getting mixed with moans and pants as he continued to rut against your foot like a feral dog.

When you finally did look at him, his body shivered as he looked into your eyes, basking in how you were giving him your full attention now. He swallowed a whine, his hips shuddering a bit as he felt his breathing picking up, his ball starting to tighten up and leak even more pre-cum into his boxers.

"I-Ich bin nah dran... Bitte... Bitte... lass mich kommen... Bitte..." He pleaded with you, his voice getting higher pitched the closer he felt to climaxing as he continued to work himself against you.

"In english, baby." You told him. That petname rolling off your tongue only making him get closer to cumming, his hips stuttering in their grinding as he basked in it. He almost didn't do what you said as his needy mind just kept repeating your words. He snapped out of it when you wiggled your foot, though, making a sharp gasp fall out of him, his hand clutching your foot harshly as his thighs tensed up.

"O-Oh fuck... Let me cum... Let me cum... Please, I'm so fucking close... please..." He shamelessly let out, happy to do whatever you said as he felt so close to cumming.

When you gave him permission, he let himself spill over. His balls clenched up as his load left him, making a mess of himself and his clothes, the wet spot on his boxers growing and staining his pants now to. He let out the prettiest pants and moans as he came, praising you as you made him feel so good.

König was more than happy to please you as you crawled into his lap, his hands instantly on your body as you sat your ass right on his somehow still hard dick. König could never get enough of you, and he's going to greedily take any attention you give him and his sensitive body.

[taibami]

✷ it's finally time for you to visit your lover after a hundred years of no physical contact. | 1.2k | cw: ed x f!reader, reader is described as a vampire

The bar is quiet, as the lateness of night comes by. The students began to pack their things and made their way out, until there's no people left but Rui and Lyca.

“Hey doggy, do me a favour and grab me some stacks? I'm sure you know the place already” Rui smiled at the werewolf, who huffs in annoyance, clearly not pleased with how the male called him.

“Tch. I told you I'm not a doggy! Stop calling me that. And sure, I'll grab some stacks from the basement. The same plant, right?”

“Yup, yup! Just grab a few and be careful, ‘kay? Can't risk having a mess down there” Rui winked which Lyca just shrugged off with ‘whatever’ before going down to the basement to grab a stack of plants.

Rui sighed, shoulders dropping in the process. but he quickly turns back to his tasks.

While he was cleaning, Rui hummed through the silence of the bar─that is until he heard a knock, followed by the sound of the door opening

“I'm sorry but we're closed─”

“Good evening gentleman, does Edward reside here?”

A woman dressed in black and deep red clothing that screams elegance entered upon the bar. Rui took a good minute to admire her beauty. the colors that compliments her skin color, the black nails and pale hands that's decorated in jewellery─it is no doubt that this woman is a vampire.

‘Could she be…?’

“Edward? You mean Edward ha─”

Before Rui answered your question, a growl was heard beside you. There, stoof Lyca, glaring at you with his claws out.

“Oi blond gigolo. Who's this?” He asked, eyes never breaking the eye contact within you and him.

“Lyca put your claw down─”

“There's no need to be all defensive, Lyca.”

A deep voice interrupted Rui (yet again) as Ed step down the stairs, earning everyone in the room's attention.

Ed’s eyes flickered towards you, and a rush of warmth spread through his undead heart. “Are my eyes deceiving little old me or is that my wife standing over there?”

You chuckled at his words, making your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist─pulling him into a hug. In which he reciprocates in return.

“You know, for someone who hasn't visited me for a hundred years, you sure cling to me like your heart didn't turn cold” he teased. You broke the hug, lifting your chin to take a good look at his unchanged features.

“Oh shut it Ed. You know I'm out there fulfilling my duties, unlike you.” you emphasized on the word ‘you’ made Ed sighed in defeat.

“Uhm, care to explain?”

Rui finally broke his silence as he and Lyca stared at you two dumbfoundedly at the whole situation.

You turned towards them, finally acknowledging their presence, a smile making its way to your face as you introduced yourself, “Forgive me for being forgetful of the introductions. I'm Y/n Hart. Given by my last name, I'm Ed’s wife.”

You watched as their faces morphed into shock, You heard Ed sighed for the second time beside you.

It looks like you have a lot to catch up.

──

“So, let me get this straight. You have been together for the past two hundred years?!” Rui exclaimed, Snapping his head at ed with a pointed finger against him, “And you didn't tell us that you have a spouse with you!”

Ed dismissed the stares he's getting, “I was originally planning to tell you and Lyca but what's fun in that?”

“You-!”

Ed quickly drifted the attention to Lyca, who's staring at you quietly while you only smiled sweetly at him in return. “Is there something in my face Lyca?” You questioned.

"No. I was just surprised that moth-eaten casanova had a girl with him." He huffed

"Wife, Lyca. Wife." Ed corrected

You laughed at Lyca’s words, finding him quite adorable for someone who's a werewolf. “I've heard so much about you through Ed’s letter, at first I thought you would be like those fierce wolves that I encountered but it seems like you're not what I expected to be” you explained.

It's true though. Throughout your travelling, you've encountered many werewolves before. Safe to say you always don't go well with them.

As you recall your journey a hundred years ago, Ed found himself staring at you. No matter how many years have passed, you still look ethereal in his eyes. Each night, he kept remembering the day you accepted his offer to spend the rest of your life together in eternity.

The nights you spent basking in eachother while the night is still young─he can't help but craved for those moments again.

Lyca narrowed his eyes towards Ed, who's staring at you with lovestruck eyes.

"stop staring at her weirdly. You moth-eaten cassanova."

"my, my... Can't a man stare at his beautiful wife?" Ed muttered in defeat

Rui sweatdropped at the scene. "Lyca, I don't want to say this for Ed's side, but It's pretty normal for inlove people to stare at each other." he explained

"But how come she isn't staring back at him? She probably dont love him." Lyca pointed out. Erupting a series of laughter from you.

Ed let out a dramatic wince. placing his hand over his chest with a defeated expression. "Must you laugh at me like that my dear?" He shot you a sympathetic look

You calmed down for a bit, wiping the small tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes, "I can't help but find this kid funny my dear. Oh to be young and innocent again.." you sighed.

"Yikes... you two really fit for each other.." Rui sweatdropped. he can't help but picture you and Edward together.

He doesn't want to admit it but you and Ed are truly meant for each other.

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After some little bit of chitchat, you and Ed made your way back to his room after he grew impatient and complained about how his joints are starting to ache.

The moment the doors are closed, he wasted no time attaching himself on you─his mouth leeching on your neck as he nib the skin and slightly grazing his teeth on you.

The contact made you shudder, shivers running down your spine as you try to get a hold of yourself. While he continues to shower you with tender kisses.

“You have no idea how much i missed you, My dear. My nights are boring without you here with me.” he murmured against your ear. You shot him an apologetic look, “I'm sorry, I've been busy doing my research these past few years. Speaking of research, I got what you asked me for.”

You took a small bottle hiding in your back, handing it towards him. You watched as he slowly grinned, eyes glowing in amusement as he observed the bottle in his hand as he inspect it, with the light reflecting against the bottle.

Your eyes narrowed at the bottle, staring at the piece of flower inside it. You turned your head towards him, “it's about that girl's curse am I right?”

He let out a low chuckle before taking your hand and place a kiss on it.

“clever as ever, my love.”

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[thehandsresisthim]

“bitte, bitte”

content: nsft, könig (cod) x reader, d/s dynamics, gn!reader, ‘master’, dom!reader, no desc. of readers body

word count: ~500

"W-what?" it comes out small, like he's trying to convince himself that he didn't hear you right.

"You heard me! Look, you basically came-," you gently run your fingers around the tip of his dick, wetting your fingerstips with the sticky white precum and lift your hand to his face to show him, "it's so much! It's all over you! Maybe that should be enough for today..." You hum in fake thought.

The man before you looks like he might actually start to cry. "N-no... It's just... pre... I-I didn't..." he argues, as if he's genuinely thinking that you believe that he came.

"Look, König, it's so much... Surely, that's good enough for you, huh?"

He shakes his head. It looks like there's genuine concern in his eyes. To be fair, you had been edging him for a bit. Employing your strong tendencies to be a bit mean to your boyfriend, you had brought the poor man to the edge again and again, only to deny him. The amount of milky white liquid pooling around his dick was more than enough proof of that.

"You're being... So cruel..." he stutters out. It's actually adorable, how the big strong soldier crumbles with a bit of orgasm denial. You deny your own urge to take a photo of him in this debauched state. Although you're certain such an image would be a masterpiece, you're not certain about whether or not your boyfriend would like it.

"Mmh. I guess." Whilst you speak, you run your fingers around his tip.

"Please. Bitte... Bitte... Es tut weh... Bitte... Kann nicht mehr..." he murmurs in German. This only spurs you on further. You know you've properly broken him when he mutters in his native tongue.

"Say I let you cum, like, for real," you run your fingers over a particularly sensitive spot and he involuntarily thrusts his hips up, "do you think you could do it a few more times afterwards? Make even more of a mess than you have already?"

"Ja, yes! Ich mach' was immer du willst, alles, alles, bitte, bitte lass mich... Kann nicht mehr... I'll do whatever... Bitte, es tut weh..."

You apply more pressure to the tip. He whimpers. You can see his hands twitch, probably with the urge to join your hands on his cock. But he remains obedient. His hands lay balled into fists next to his thighs.

"What a good boy... Doing so well." you say and hum in thought.

"I think I'll let you cum."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you... Danke, danke..." he whimpers with relief.

You take your hands of off his dick. He whimpers at the loss, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to chase the touch of your hands. You chastise him with a quick slap to his thigh.

"Do it yourself. Don't stop once you've cum."

He bites his lip and nods. "Y-yes, master."

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