#du bist perfekt

[in-liebe-der-boden]

Ich wusste nie was Liebe ist, doch endlich weiß ich es.

Zate - Du 4 (via @in-liebe-der-boden)

[maxdermonk88]

Es war wunderschön. Danke das du mir noch den Weihnachtsmarkt und die merkwürdige Kirche gezeigt hast.

Ich habe es sehr genossen zu merken das ein Moment der Stille in deinem Kopf war.

Das Gespräch auf dem Hinweg war ehrlich und du hast mir seit langer Zeit endlich wieder deine echte Lage wie Gefühle, Probleme und Ängste erzählt. Wie es wirklich momentan ist.

Du hast das verdient! Verdient beschenkt und eingeladen zu werden. Verdient verwöhnt zu werden. Ich möchte das du nicht vergisst das du in meinem Arm fallen kannst, aber gefangen wirst!!!!

I <3 U

Danke kleine Sternschnuppe

[sadperson41]

Schenke dir selbst vertrauen. Das verleiht deiner Seele Kraft!

[xdeaktiviertxuninteressantx]

Sich verlieben und entlieben. Du wirst Momente haben, in denen du mich nicht liebst und das viele male und es wird keine Rolle spielen. Wir sind keine perfekten Menschen, aber wir sind so echt, wie diese Liebe es ist. Ich möchte nicht, dass du in jedem einzelnen Moment unfassbar verliebt in mich und alles, was ich tue oder sage bist. Was ich möchte ist, dass du dich für mich entscheidest, auch wenn du wütend, traurig, müde oder frustriert von mir bist, dass du trotzdem am Ende des Tages sagst: „Du. Ich weiß nicht immer, wie oder warum, aber du bist es. Entausendmal du."

Mehr möchte ich nicht, das ist wirklich das einzige was ich möchte und erwarte.

[hurenkrieg]

Du musst nicht perfekt sein, es reicht wenn du da bist.

A Million Little Things

[fuerimmer-andeiner-backe]

1, 2, 3, UNSER MONATSTAG IST DA! @lookingforlibertalia

[rosesareredandtheskyisthelimit]

[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

[ivoovu]

*cough*

Mic Tap

A PSA to all König/Krueger writers:

Hello, I‘m Voov, and I‘m a native German.

And let me just clarify that I do not mean any of this in a offensive matter, and that none of these things are 'annoying' or 'bothersome' to me as a German, which I‘m sure other Germans would agree with me. This isn‘t something that‘s making it impossible for us to read blurbs/fics/etc., however I do know that some writers want to write in foreign languages as accurately and realistically as possible, so this is for those. And for everyone else who‘s just interested, of course

🤍🍪

1 - What I often read is "Exemplary Sentence I can‘t think of something right now but it‘s in English, ja?"

We don’t end our sentences with "[…], ja?". Sometimes, yes, fair, sometimes we do so, but it’s on the rarer side in my opinion. Majority of the time we use this at the end of our sentences:

"[…], nicht?" = "[…], no?" (please don‘t use "[…], nein?" for this one)

or:

"[…], nh?" = honestly this one can be used for a lot of things, it can be used for "[…], no?", "[…], don‘t you think so?" or how the Brits use 'innit', like you‘re trying to prove a point.

(Translation for "[…], don‘t you think so?" = "[…], denkst du nicht auch so?")

I understand that when you type in a "[…], ja?" you‘re translating from the words' English equivalent which is "[…], yeah?", but again, it‘s more common to use "[…], nicht?" instead.

If you use a good mix of "[…], ja?", "[…], nicht?" and "[…], nh?" (and any other word you might want to add to the end of your sentence) instead of sticking to one throughout an entire fic, you‘ll make us Germans a bit happier.

🍙⌛️

2- If you‘re using longer sentences, and the sentences are directed at the Reader, you should clarify beforehand if the Reader is masc or fem. Why? Because a lot of words are gendered in German, so the way they’re conjugated tell us the Gender of the Person:

English: "My perfect Partner."

-> Gender neutral, the reader could be a Man, Woman, in between, on the outside, an Alien race, whatever

If you type this into google translate you get: "Mein perfekter Partner."

-> Masculine. It‘s an instant tell that the reader is a dude.

The female version would be: "Meine perfekte Partnerin."

-> Now we know instantly that this is feminine.

There is no gender neutral, German simply isn’t a language that works that way.

Can you write full sentences without using anything gendered, at all? Yes, absolutely, here‘s an example:

English: "Oh God I love you, I don‘t know what I would do without you. You‘re my everything, I‘ll do anything and everything for you."

German: "Oh Gott ich liebe dich, ich weiß nicht was ich ohne dich machen würde. Du bist mein ein und alles, ich würde alles für dich tun."

This is completely gender neutral because while typing I actively made sure to avoid using anything gendered. But I understand that this is a extremely difficult task to do so for those who don’t speak German, so if you can pull it off, you just earned my highest form of respect, but this isn’t something that us Germans expect of you as a Writer, this is just something I wanted to draw your attention to.

🐰🧳

My point is: If you do any of those two, we Germans aren’t crying about it. We won‘t stop reading the fic, we won‘t bitch about it or send you hate-mail.

We just notice it, correct the sentence in our mind, and some of us will type out the correct sentence as a comment.

I sadly don‘t have any websites that can help with the gendered words, and google translate sucks anyways, so I truly don‘t have any type of direction I could point you writers to, sorry :/

But I have said this before and I‘ll say it again, as many times as I have to: I am absolutely willing to help with the German parts, my dm‘s are always open, no I won’t think you’re annoying or abusing anything by asking me to check the German sentences you might‘ve used in your works, no I‘m not saying any of this out of courtesy, no I‘m not lying, no we don’t have to know each other, no you don’t have to deal with chit chat you can immediately hit me up with 'Hey how is this sentence?', yes I am being serious. In doubt, read this paragraph again and again.

🐚🪵

[kqulitz]

nightmares

tom kaulitz x reader

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

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

lowercase intended

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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

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

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

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

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

[cherry-posts]

Finde jemanden, der sich nicht scheut, zuzugeben, dass er dich vermisst. Jemanden, der weiß, dass du nicht perfekt bist, dich aber so behandelt, als wärst du es. Jemanden, dessen größte Angst es ist, dich zu verlieren. Jemanden, der sagt: "Ich liebe dich" und es auch so meint. Finde jemanden, der morgens gerne mit dir aufwacht und dich irgendwann mit Falten und grauen Haaren genauso lieben wird, wie früher ... ❣️

~Deno Licina~

Love feels like sasasu

[seraphimcollections]

gentle giant | könig x medic!reader |

chapter 4

warnings: angst! light violence, abduction, adult themes, MDNI

summary: Konig and you enjoy each other's company, with as much time you have left.

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: heyoooo! here's another addition to this series! I'm thinking about two more parts for this series so stay tuned! Thank you!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 |

The next few weeks happened quickly, too quickly for your liking. Every day it was the same: early morning run -- unsupervised, it was the only time of the day that you had to yourself. After that, breakfast which usually consisted of whatever rations the cooks had heated up. König would meet up with you at the cafeteria, never eating but simply wanting to be around you. From there you would hit the showers and then recede back into your office. Most of the time the other nurses would lend a hand with the occasional bruise and scrape that walked through the door, leaving you alone to do your paperwork, which never seemed to cease thanks to Price. 

“We’re on the run, how is there this much paperwork?” You ask. 

Price would shrug, “it’s for that reason that there is this much paperwork. At least it gives you something to do, aye?” 

And give you something to do it did. While you were drowning in paperwork in the mid afternoon, König would come and visit you after completing training. He would take his usual seat across from you and keep himself busy with what he could find around the office. For being assigned to babysitting duty, he didn’t look half as miserable as he should’ve been. In fact, he looked relaxed. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

“Bӓr, how can you be so calm about this?” You drop her pen to the desk. 

König stopped flipping through one of the books from the nearly vacant bookshelves, his easy gaze landing on you. 

“Hm? What’s there to be upset about?” König questioned. 

“It’s just, there’s not many people lining up to play babysitter,” You said. “Ghost would be kicking and screaming.” 

König chuckled, “they don’t know what they’re missing.”

You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you shook your head. 

“Still, there must be something you’d rather be doing.” 

König eyes squinted and you swore you saw something twinkle within those ocean eyes. The colonel chuckled as he stood to his feet, setting the book down on the desk. You lean back into your chair as König comes around the desk before standing in front of you. You gulp as he maneuvers his knee in between your legs, his hands supporting his weight on the chair’s armrest, caging you in. You’re sure your face is bright red as you look up into his eyes. 

“Well, there are a few things I can think of, Maus,” König's voice rumbles through his chest. 

You laugh, playfully hitting him in the chest, “I suppose I could squeeze in some time in my busy schedule.” 

“Du bist perfekt,” König whispers as he leans in even closer. 

You reached for his hood before hearing a knock at the door. Your head whips around to see a man standing at the door. He waved with a friendly smile. 

“Afternoon Colonel, Doctor,” the man said, “Price sent me to retrieve the colonel for a briefing. Sent me to keep watch.” 

König stood to his full menacing height as he eyed the nameless man up and down. 

“You know our names, but we don’t know yours,” König said. 

His once gentle tone was gone and replaced by a steely, authoritarian tone. The man didn’t seem deterred by König's protectiveness, his charming smile never slipped. 

“Right! Sorry, I’m Pt. Richards, I’m usually stationed in the kitchens but we’re slow right now. Price saw me heading to the yard and asked if I could come get you,” Richards said. 

You cock your head to the side, “did Cap say what it was for?” 

Richards shrugged his shoulders, “nope, but by his expression alone, it looked pretty urgent. Of course he wanted to make sure to have someone to accompany you, doctor. Think he said he’d be in his office.” 

You hummed, looking back up to König who never took his eyes away from the brunette with the sly smile. You smile reassuringly, patting König on his chest, finally gaining his gaze. 

“It’ll just be a second, it’s almost lunch time anyway. I’ll meet you at the cafeteria, same time?” You smile. 

From the look in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t convinced but couldn’t deny Price’s summons. Finally, he nodded before making his way toward the door before stopping and looking over his shoulder to you. 

“Wenn er irgendetwas versucht-”

“Ich werde ihn kastrieren, ohne Narkose,” your smile sweet. 

König couldn’t help but snicker at that before looking down at Richards who obviously was a little shorter than him. 

“Do you speak German, soldier?” he asked. 

Richards shook his head. König clamped his hand on the man’s shoulder with enough force to make the poor man jolt. 

“Good, keep an eye on her,” König said before disappearing out into the hall. 

Richards stood awkwardly in the doorway as you stood to place the file you’d been working on back into the cabinet. 

“Well, I suppose while you’re here you can make yourself useful,” you say, your back to him. “Where are you from, private?” 

“The States,” said Richards, “straight from the Pentagon.” 

Your blood went cold as your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes dart to the pair of scissors sitting on your desk before making a made dash for them. You cry out, feeling Richards slam into you, falling back on to the desk. You immediately try to get back up, only for Richards to wrap his calloused hand around your throat like it was nothing, pinning you. You growl and yelp as you flail around, kicking as much as you could. But there was no use, Richards slithered between your legs, grinning like a sadist. 

“Found you, little bird,” he chuckled darkly, his grip on your throat tightening making you gasp and cough. “You know, I thought that it was going to be harder to get to you, but I guess not even KorTac’s finest could keep you from us.” 

Tears threatened to fall from your wide eyes, your face turning a deep maroon and threatening blue. Your vision began to splotch as you watched Richard, if that was even his real name, pull a mysterious cloth from his pocket. You could do nothing but try to wiggle from his grip but to no avail. He smothered the cloth over your mouth and nose, your senses taken over by a sweet scent. Your vision began to fail, Richards splitting into two as the room slowly fell away from you. 

“N-no,” you whimpered, the tears finally falling. “König, B-Bӓr…”

“How cute,” you could hear Richards before you slipped under, “there’s no one coming to save you little bird. No one.”

↭

König nearly ran through the halls of the base on his way to Price’s office. Of course Price’s office just had to be on the complete opposite of the base. 

“This better be important,” he grumbled as he finally turned the corner to the hallway that led to Price’s office. 

He had the manners to knock, but not wait for the Captain’s say so to enter. There sat Price behind his desk, buried in paperwork similar to you, chiefing a large cigar. Price looked up from his reading and his expression made König uneasy. 

“Colonel, what brings you to my office?” Price said, rightfully confused. 

König froze in his step, brow furrowed. 

“I was told I was summoned, captain,” König said. 

Price shook his head, “by who? I didn’t send for ya.” 

König could feel his chest tighten, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. 

“A private, Richards, he came to us a-and-” 

Price could see the panic in the Austrian’s eyes and stood to his feet. 

“Son, where’s Wren?” 

König's eyes flew open when he finally connected all the dots. Without another word,. König flew out the door, sprinting down the hallway. 

“Shit!” Price cursed, following Konig out.

König charged across the base, pushing the occasional person out the way as he went. It didn’t take him long, max 2 minutes to get back to your office. The door was open as it always was as he stormed in only to come to an abrupt halt. The room was torn to pieces, chairs knocked over and papers scattered everywhere like snowflakes. Richards was gone, and so were you. 

Rage bubbled in König's chest, his shoulders heaving with every breath he took. His hands were balled into fist as he stalked over to your desk. He slammed his fist into the wood, letting out a grunt as he let his head hang low. Price rushed through the door, having brought Soap and Ghost with him, witnessing König's defeated stance. 

“She’s gone…bastard took her,” Price said through gritted teeth. 

König let out an animalistic shout as he completely flipped your desk over like it was nothing but a cardboard box. 

“Easy, soldier,” Ghost warned. 

König glared at the British man over his shoulder before shaking his head. 

“What do we do? We’re gonna get her back, right?” Soap said. 

Price nodded, approaching Konig before patting the giant on his shoulder, “we’ll get her back.” 

König could see red. 

“No matter the cost.”

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[morbid-mutt]

Under The Desk Support

Pairing: Konig/A!Reader (Specifically left the gender open to interpretation c:)

Possible Warnings: Oral, Mild Choking, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones

“A-Ah, Scheiße.” 

A smirk tugged at Y/N’s lips that were currently wrapped around their lover’s length, hidden perfectly beneath his office desk. Y/N received a stern look from the Austrian, his blue eyes barely visible in the shadow of his mask. 

“You are killing me, mein liebling.” 

This pulls a laugh from Y/N, the vibrations of their tongue sending a shock wave of pleasure through Konig. This game of cat and mouse had begun when Y/N had transferred bases, the giant but yet horribly awkward Coronel catching their attention on the first day. It began off as harmless flirtation, the new recruit wanting to see what buttons would cause their superior to stutter as he fought the blush that crept over his mostly hidden cheeks. 

It was almost endearing how shy Konig was despite how intimidatingly large he was compared to all the other soldiers around him. Soon, flirting turned into “mistaken” passes, a glance of a touch here and there. Ultimately, this led them to the current situation, on their knees beneath the large desk of their commanding officer. 

A large palm came to rest in Y/N’s hair, pressing ever so slightly as Konig’s eyes begged for more. The recruit had one hand wrapped around the thick girth of the Coronel’s member, their lips pressed against the leaking tip of his manhood as they slowly swirled their tongue over the engorged head. 

The taste of his salty fluids twinged on their tongue as Y/N kept their eyes focused upwards on Konig’s expression, trying to decipher it through the shoddily cut eyeholes in his sniper hood. The Coronel’s brow was furrowed, his eyes unreadable as his hips rocked forward in a futile attempt at pushing himself further into Y/N’s mouth. Y/N had no intention of rushing this, determined to burn the sight of Konig coming undone into their memory. 

The fingers in Y/N’s hair curled, gripping onto the strands as the persistent pressing on their head became forceful. They blinked in surprise up at the Coronel, his eyes darkening with need. 

“There’s only so much teasing I can take, kleine maus.” 

Suddenly, the grip on their hair tightened as Y/N’s head was pushed down onto Konig’s massive length, their lips stretched thin around its impossible size. Oh fuck. What had they signed up for? Within seconds, their roles had reversed. Y/N was no longer the one in control, teasing their superior at an agonizingly slow pace. This was a side of Konig that they had never seen before, and it was almost addictive. 

Y/N’s stomach clenched with desire as they bobbed their head along the length of Konig’s cock, guided by the massive hand on the back of their head. 

“Ah, fuck..That’s it...Take it all, schatz.” 

Konig’s voice was strained, thick with unpent hunger. The Coronel’s hips pulled back to allow Y/N to suck in a breath, but only just, before plunging back into the warm velvet of their mouth. Konig’s eyes fluttered, briefing rolling upwards at the enticing feeling of his underling so obediently knelt before him. A moan passed through his mask as Y/N pressed the flat of their tongue along the underside of his member, their own gaze never straying from his face. 

“Your mouth feels amazing, mein liebling..” 

Y/N got a sense that pet names must be a sort of kink for the older male; each time he spoke them, his cock pulsed against their tongue. Another moan passed through Konig’s mask as his hips increased in their speed, now gently fucking into Y/N’s wet and inviting mouth. His hand lowered from their hair, coming to rest loosely around Y/N’s neck. With each thrust, he could feel the subtle bulge of his cock in their throat. 

“Das ist es, meine liebe... rein und raus... Du bist so perfekt”

Any semblance of English had vanished from the Coronel’s mind, only able to focus on the incredible feeling of Y/N’s mouth wrapped around him. He could feel his peak slowly approaching, the pit of warmth in his stomach tightening as he looked down at Y/N. They looked like a perfect image; their cheeks flushed red with their plush lips wrapped around his cock. 

The steady rhythm of his hips grew uneven as he now bucked his hips against the recruit’s face, his head dropping back against the chair he was sat in. His eyes fluttered as they rolled upwards, his balls tightening as his moans transformed into almost a whimper. 

“Bitte, bitte, schlucken Sie alles.”

Konig’s hand tightened around Y/N’s neck as he plunged himself into the warmth of their throat one final time before spilling his thick seed down it. He let out a whimper that rolled into a soft growl, the recruit’s throat clenching around him as they swallowed his release. He thrust his spent cock in their mouth a few times before pulling free, his hand loosening around them before sliding upwards to cup their cheek. 

“Haah..So good for me. Such a good job..” 

Y/N looked up at their commander with heavily lidded eyes, an expression of pure bliss gracing their features. Spittle glistened on their chin as Konig scooted his chair back, lifting them effortlessly into his lap. His fingers slowly slid through their hair, his eyes seeking out any discomfort in Y/N’s own gaze.

“I wasn’t too rough, ja?” 

They shook their head, turning to nuzzle into the cloth of his hood. A breathless laugh vibrated in his chest as he pulled them closer, deciding that they could use some rest before returning back to their work.

[fuerimmer-andeiner-backe]

Sonntags Schmuuu mit meinem Schmuu Baby Babe Bae Koalabärchen. @lookingforlibertalia

[amiphant]

Trennung - Tag 7

Ich habe lange überlegt, wie ich diesen Blog anfangen möchte und was eigentlich mein Ziel ist. Mein Ziel ist es zu zeigen, dass es viele schwere Phasen im Leben gibt, aber genau so gibt es auch viele schöne Phasen. Ich habe viel in meinem Leben erlebt und ich würde euch ein paar Themen gerne näher bringen und wenn ich es schaffe, nur einer Person in einer schweren zeit, einen Funken Hoffnung zu geben, dann habe ich mein Ziel erreicht.

Lange war mir nicht klar, mit welchem Thema ich beginnen möchte, doch jetzt befinde ich mich selber wieder in einer schweren Zeit und ich möchte euch mit auf diese Reise nehmen.

Fast 1 Jahr lang hatte ich den Mann meiner Träume an meiner Seite. Ein Mann, der alles für mich war und ich für ihn. Wir haben beide noch nie so starke Liebe empfunden, wir haben uns gezeigt, was es bedeutet zu lieben und geliebt zu werden. Die ersten paar Monate war alles wunderbar, wir hätten glücklicher nicht sein können. Alles war perfekt, ich erinnere mich gerade an einen Moment zurück, wo er zu mir meinte: „ich würde dir am liebsten direkt einen Heiratsantrag machen, weil ich weiß, das du die Liebe meines Lebens bist, du bist die Frau, mit der ich alt werden möchte.“ dieses Gefühl hatten wir beide noch nie, obwohl er bereits 2 mal eine 5 jährige Beziehung geführt hat, hatte er noch nie diesen Gedanken und ich ebenfalls nicht.

Doch dann kam alles anders als wir dachten, ihm ging es psychisch nicht gut, mir ging es psychisch nicht gut und dadurch das ich ihn so sehr geliebt habe, bzw. Es immer noch tue, hatte ich immer unglaubliche Angst ihn zu verlieren. Angst den Menschen zu verlieren, mit dem ich mir eine Zukunft ausgemalt habe. Die Angst, vermischt mit meiner psychischen Gesundheit, hat mein Verhalten extrem beeinflusst. Eifersucht hat meinen Tag bestimmt, obwohl es gar nicht notwendig war. Selbstzweifel, ob ich genug bin, bin ich schön genug usw. All das hat dazu geführt, das ich mich selber verloren habe. Ich war nicht mehr die lockere, selbstbewusste Frau die er kennen und lieben gelernt hat.

Streit stand auf unserem Tagesprogramm und das über mehrere Monate. Oft entstand dieser durch mein Verhalten. Ich will nicht sagen das ich an allem schuld bin, aber oft hat sich sein Verhalten einfach nur angepasst und war eine Reaktion auf mein Verhalten. Über Monate ging das so weiter, immer haben wir gesagt, komm, wir arbeiten an uns und geben diese Beziehung nicht auf. Doch irgendwie haben wir immer ein Stückweit gegeneinander gekämpft und nicht miteinander.

Ab Februar diesen Jahres, wurden die Streitigkeiten weniger, doch glücklich waren wir dadurch noch lange nicht. Die letzten Monaten saßen tief im Unterbewusstsein und haben weiterhin unser Verhalten geprägt, auch wenn wir es nicht wollten. Wir wollten beide wieder so glücklich sein wie wir es mal waren, doch es hat einfach nicht funktioniert.

Letzte Woche Donnerstag, hat er dann den Schlussstrich gezogen, er hat die Beziehung beendet. Nicht weil er mich nicht mehr liebt, sondern weil er nicht glücklich ist und er dieser Beziehung zum aktuellen Zeitpunkt, einfach keine wirkliche Chance mehr geben kann.

Als er aus der Wohnungstür raus war, brach eine Welt für mich zusammen. Ich habe die Liebe meines Lebens verloren. Doch auf ein Mal machte es klick bei mir. Erst dann wurde mir bewusst, was die letzten Monate eigentlich passiert ist. Das ich mich total verloren habe und ich ihn verstehen kann. Ich habe ihm keinen Freiraum mehr gelassen und habe ständig und ewig unnötigen Stress angefangen. Warum habe ich das erste jetzt gemerkt, dachte ich mir. Wieso hat es nicht schon vorher Klick gemacht, so das man hätte dran arbeiten können.. Ich weiß es nicht, vielleicht weil mein Verhalten nie eine richtige Konsequenz bekommen hat. Nun hatte ich sie, die Konsequenz die ich brauchte, um zu merken, das ich nicht mehr ich war und das ich mich selber wieder finden muss.

Wir wissen beide nicht was in ein paar Wochen ist. Wir wollen den Abstand nutzen um zu uns selber wieder zu finden, er für sich und ich für mich. Und wenn die Liebe stark genug ist, setzt man sich in ein paar Wochen noch mal zusammen und gibt dieser Liebe eine echte Chance, die Chance die sie verdient hat. Denn all das was wir gefühlt haben, war echt. Und es hat einen Grund wieso wir die Menschen sind, mit denen Wir uns eine Zukunft ausgemalt hatten, dass was wir vorher noch nie getan haben.

Ich nehme euch ab heute mit, auf den Weg, wie es mir geht mit der Trennung, keinen Kontakt mit ihm zu haben, was meine Gedanken sind und wie ich wieder zu mir finde.

Ich hoffe ihr begleitet mich. ✨