#herr's personal tag

[iamfuckingsorry]

i'm sorry but like. i played the game for the first time like a month ago (and it absolutely wrecked me, it was beautiful), and i just can't stop thinking about this and i need to get it out. but like, kim, what the fuck is the deal with kim?

like, he's just such a weird little man with such a weird little collection of character traits, but also he's just so fucking perfect.

like, kim. he spent 15 years being a cop in a department he fucking hated but he just stuck it out. he is so done with teens he basically refuses to speak to them unless he absolutely has to, but he still spent 15 fucking years in that section, refusing to give up. he's proud to be a revacholian and to protect the city now, but did he feel this way when he joined the RCM? or did he join to prove to everyone that even a monkey fucker like him could be revacholian? or did he join because he got kicked out of the orphanage he grew up at and didn't have anywhere else to go? or was there a different reason altogether?

and look at him now. he's presumably one of the best cops in his precint (i'm sure he mentions something about this early on in the game but i honestly can't remember), and one that seems to mostly play fair and genuinely care, which doesn't seem to be that common at all. and he's proud of this and strives to always be professional and calm and collected even if he doesn't always fully manage. he keeps himself in check first and foremost, and seems to try to keep everyone at an arm's length and not engage in personal discussions, even though he will often indulge harry if directly asked.

and so far it all makes sense, right? he's been treated like shit all throughout his life, dealt a fairly shitty hand, an orphan, an immigrant, a homo, possibly visually impaired (has he always needed glasses? was he able to get them as a broke-ass kid with no one to speak on his behalf? or did he grow up never able to see properly, struggling in school because he could never read the board or react in time when people threw shit at him, made fun of by both teachers and classmates?), mocked and ridiculed, and he's had to fight hard to get to where he is now. and he desperately needs to keep it this way, so he works hard and sticks to the rules and keeps his distance from people, and he puts a stop to everyone and everything that people could make fun of (no, harry, you will /not/ call me kimball, you will call me Lt kitsuragi, no, harry, you will /not/ tell anyone about the ice bear fridge, i will /not/ be known as the ice bear cop). but he's also mostly a genuinely nice and compassionate person and he really cares, as long as people are at least trying to do good.

but also…

he basically wears period cosplay to work. like. for real, he clearly wears his fucking pilot jacket so often that having the RCM insignia sewn onto it was the most logical choice. he is so obviously into planes and cars (but he's too blind to be a pilot :), do you think he used to hate himself as a kid not only because he was poor and abandoned by everyone and "an immigrant" but also because not even his own fucking body would let him be what he wanted to be), he has an extremely expensive vehicle that's his, his only, and not even really needed for the stuff he does at work the majority of the time. he clearly had to have a chat with his boss at some point in time and justify this purchase and why the car should be permanently assigned to him and him only, and even if i'm sure he had a bunch of actual reasons you can't convince me that his boss and all of his colleagues weren't all aware that really, he just wanted a fast fucking car and had an excuse to get it. and clearly the higher ups like him enough to indulge him, because surely no one would be actually fooled? why would a crime investigator get it and not, like, the fucking traffic guys chasing drunk drivers and illegal racers every night?

and like, in some ways he fucking owns it, doesn't seem to give a fuck, he's who he is and if people don't like it that's not his problem. but he's also embarassed about listening to that fucking radio station. but he also drives a sports car and wears driving gloves and a pilot jacket, of course he's listen to that fucking radio station. but then he also does newspaper crosswords. like, he seems to put a into maintaining this facade of professionality, but he also really doesn't fucking care when it comes to a lot of the stuff, it's great. except for the extremely random stuff that he does care about and can get extremely flustered about momentarily.

and it feels really out of character in a way. he works so hard on keeping himself in check at all times, representing the RCM in a good light and making sure both him and others get treated with the respect they deserve. he smokes one cigarette a day to keep proving to himself he can keep his vices in check, for fuck's sake. but then it's like he just picked one (1) part of his personality where he just went like, fuck it. Fuck it, I work hard for this shit and I deserve to do what I want sometimes too, and this one fucking thing is innocent enough and safe enough, and I don't give a fuck, I deserve /one fucking thing/ and I'm gonna get it. I'm getting the goddamn jacket and the Kineema and if people have a problem with that, they can go fuck themselves. I /need/ this one thing and I. Am. Getting. It.

(it's clearly a big part of his personality, but do you think there were other massive interests in the past, or maybe there still are others he isn't as open about with? Things he thinks would undermine his career and reputation? Past hobbies he abandoned because if anyone found out, that would be the end of his career at the RCM, even though for anyone else who wasn't a stupid fucking immigrant who can't even see right it would be a funny little detail?)

anyway.

i'm just like. stay the way you are, my weird little man. you're great.

[hychlorions]

banned from kisses

[theriverpointace]

guess who just watched schmigadoon!! 🎶✨

[herr-rockstar]

(It's too funny, so let's keep the train going)

How do you think Kristoph will react to the new addition to the family? Do you think he'll be jealous of Amuro? (Amuro can cook much better and doesn't manipulate people)

Ach, mein bruder would not care too much, i think. He wouldnt have any right to say so anyway, being in jail and all. I think he'd be jealous of anybody close to me, at this point. after his second arrest he became much more... posessive. Still, i try to brush it off, he is mein bruder after all.

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

a rewrite of dual destinies is peculating in my brain. imagining an au where apollo & athena actually met when she was a kid, but she doesn’t want to admit to it, so apollo starts getting suspicious of her way before cosmic turnabout. at first he brushes it off bc like she’s 18 & he knows she’s lived abroad most of her life so obviously she’s just saving face bc when they met the first time she did something super embarrassing or w/e but when juniper gets accused, he tries to bond w her by talking about clay & it sets his bracelet off again so he’s like. hm. and goes to talk to klavier about it & we finally get a “oh huh kristoph kinda fucked us up huh” scene. apollo knows klav was suspicious of his brother & wants to know how you just like. handle feeling like someone is constantly lying to you. unfortunately klavier’s main suggestion is “lie back” (as in, if they don’t tell you the truth don’t tell the truth to them, either not that he’s giving apollo a backrub) which leads to apollo asking trucy to take his place on the last day of the turnabout academy trial bc he just. can’t handle it. luckily trucy is a magician & a master of manipulation so she does great at figuring out the whole statue thing & doesn’t even get attacked by a bird once

[lxkeee]

BEGGING FOR A LUCIFER X FEM!READER SMUT ABT HIM EATING READER OUT AFTER SEEING HIM DO THAT GESTURE AT THE LAST EP PLSSSS 🛐🛐🛐🛐 would do anything for that man omfg I'D KILL FOR HIM TO CALL ME GOOD GIRL

genre: plot with some smut ig

warnings: cunnilingus, oral (fem receiving), soft dom! Lucifer, thigh marking, praising (both receiving), pet names (love, darling, sweetheart), whiney Lucifer.

notes: I don't do porn without plot so yes... There's a little bit of plot to this 💀 it is quite long as they're not having sex but making love soo you better bet he's going to take his time with herr... This one is hella long btw.

additional notes: banners are made by cafekitsune, reader wears gloves and I can't explain what kind but the kind Child/tartaglia wears from genshin impact. Also, I don't know if this will be good as it's been a long time since I've written smut 💀

tags: @adaizel @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @thedarkitten (I can't tag you </3) @brithedemonspawn @dinawss @froggybich

“Good luck kiddo.” Lucifer said to his daughter before eventually slowly teleporting away from the hotel and back to the palace. His body manifested on the arm chair that's in his room and his shoulders sagged a bit. A heavy sigh left his lips.

“She grew up so fast but I still can't help but get worried...” he muttered underneath his breath as his eyes gazed upon the hanged picture frame of Charlie. Removing his hat from his head and placed in ton the table then his eyes slowly gazed into the framed picture that was on the table it was him and his new lover, [y/n]. He gave himself a second chance at love and he met [y/n], the only sinner that he actually likes being around with. Despite her mysterious yet charming personality, [y/n] is a nice woman, very patient and understanding. Although, there are moments his heart would yearn for his ex-wife, Lilith during his relationship with [y/n] but surprisingly [y/n] herself is very understanding, she understands that he cannot immediately and completely erase a love that lasted for so many years and with that, he is grateful for [y/n] and with that he always reassure her that he loves her and is happy with her. Though, right now, he is completely missing her as she's currently away for a week due to her status as an overlord. Despite [y/n] being an overlord, she didn't become one because of cruelty but many sinners would want to work under her as she treats her souls with care, providing a roof under their head, food, medicine, and protection as long as they follow her orders. [Y/n] didn't really specify how long she'll be gone as there are important matters to deal with but she promised that it won't take two weeks. She reassures him and vice versa.

“Oh [y/n], I've missed you.” Lucifer says to himself, shaking his head with a small toothy grin on his face that shows off his perfectly white sharp teeth. The circles of his cheeks turning a darker shade of red as he thinks about her. He sighs longingly as he squeezes a rubber duck that looks like her, the small rubber toy making a loud 'squeak' sound.

He didn't realize it as the arm chair was facing the opposite direction of his door, he didn't notice the said woman arrived awhile ago and decided to surprise him and opened the door without any sound. [Y/n] grins as she watches the man she loves plays with his rubber duck, her body leaning against the doorframe and her arms crossed over her chest.

“[y/n] come back soon, I need your insights on whether my decision of allowing Charlie a meeting with heaven was a great idea.” Lucifer whines to himself as he talks to the rubber duck version of [y/n].

This caught the woman's attention, [y/n] has met Charlie and she absolutely loved the girl. She heard that Charlie's opening a hotel that redeems sinners, she saw it on the TV and she honestly found it funny how she fought the TV host. She supports her cause but [y/n] thinks she wouldn't be joining it, not because she doesn't believe it will work but she doesn't want to leave Lucifer alone.

[y/n] let out a silent sigh as she continues to listen to her lover ramble to the rubber duck version of her, “If only you could see how motivated she is, love. I couldn't say no and I am afraid they'll crush her dreams like they crushed mine.” he says softly, his voice dull as he recalled what happened to him when he had so much hope and dreams for his people.

“I am sure Charlie would be fine, she's an amazing kid and she has an amazing father who will support her.” [y/n] says with a small smile, finally announcing her arrival. Lucifer slightly jumped from his seat from hearing her voice, turning around quickly to see his beloved leaning against the doorframe with her arms over her chest, the black suit she was wearing hugged her figure perfectly, the red tie adding a pop of color to her outfit. She looked gorgeous, she always does.

His eyes widened before a smile finally found its way back to his gorgeous face, “[y/n]! You're back!” he exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and quickly running towards her. [Y/n] chuckles as she moves away from the door, spreading her arms open for a hug—only for Lucifer to hug her and dip her, the action causing her to place her hands behind his neck for support and his actions caught her off guard when he finally kisses her.

The lovers stayed in that position, Lucifer supporting her weight as he held her waist while in the dipping position. Her hands behind his neck, playing with his light blond locks, causing the man to groan against her lips. Sharp teeth occasionally clash as they kiss, two weeks apart made them yearn for each other.

Lucifer's lips slowly moved away from her lips making [y/n] whine softly as he began to kiss the side of her lips, her jawline, and then her neck. Wet sounds of his kisses fills the room, along with [y/n]'s whimpers as she felt the devil himself began to mark her flawless neck with his hickies. Lucifer gave her a smirk before placing a gentle kiss on the newly made mark he just made on her neck.

“Welcome back, love.” he says softly, looking down at her flushed features. Admiring her as he held her in a dipping position. [Y/n] chuckles softly, her cheeks warm and red after the passionate kiss, “Oh, Lucifer... You always know how to make me swoon.” she mutters and he laughs, his laugh is like a gentle breeze that calms you down, so soft. His cheeks are turning a light shade of pink, “Well, it's a natural thing I can do when it comes to you.” he says with a chuckle before eventually helping her stand properly, making her chuckle softly.

“Aren't you romantic today?” [y/n] says with a small laugh escaping her lips, he could listen to her laugh all day and not get tired of hearing it. Lucifer smirked before softly holding her hand, bowing to place a gentle kiss on her knuckle, “I just missed you, that's all. I haven't seen you for almost two weeks.” he says before the hand that was holding her hand slowly glides across her arm, reaching her chest by her tie and then gently tugging her tie downwards so he could reach her face, “And we have a lot of catching up to do, my love.” he says with a smirk, making [y/n] blush slightly at the action and from the tone of his voice, “Indeed we do...” she replied with a suggestive tone and eventually closed her eyes as Lucifer presses his lips against hers, tugging her tie to lower her more and turn the kiss deeper. [Y/n] chuckles against the kiss, parting away from him for a few moments as a smirk finds its way to her lips, “My... Someone's eager...” [y/n] says teasingly making Lucifer blush slightly and pouted, “Don't blame me, I have truly and deeply missed you.” he says before slowly intertwining his hand with hers, pulling her towards his bed and [y/n] complied with a smirk, deciding not to tease him further. She wants him and he wants her. It's been so long since they've last touched each other. They needed this.

Lucifer gently pushed her down into his bed, [y/n] landing on the soft mattress on her back with a soft 'thud.' Lucifer followed soon after, climbing on top of her, his hand caressing her jawline while his other hand supporting his body weight. They stared at each other, eyes dilated and filled with love and adoration for each other. [Y/n] shudders a little as she feels the soft material of his gloves against her skin, her eyes looking up at him, admiring his beautiful features—the red aesthetic of his room making his light blond hair and pale skin pop, complimenting his beautiful ruby colored eyes, sharp jawline, pearly white sharp teeth, so angelic yet sinful, “You are so beautiful...” she murmurs softly and she swore his eyes dilated more before his hand moved back to her tie and gently tugged her upwards so their lips pressed against one another once more.

Mouths moved against each other, soft whimpers leaving their lips as they tried to match the other's pace. Lucifer groans softly as he feels her fingers combed through his slicked back hair, making it messy but he doesn't mind. He can taste the cherry flavor of her lipstick as he kisses her, the taste of her making his mind swirl, “Fuck... I can't get enough of you...” he groans softly as he gently bites her lower lip, asking for permission in which she obliges, parting her lips slightly to allow him to slip his tongue inside.

[y/n] moans softly, fueling his passion for her. Sharp teeth clash against each other as they lose themselves in the moment. [Y/n]'s hand slowly found its way to his, intertwining her hand with his own. Lucifer squeezes her hand as he continues to kiss her, savoring the sensation of her lips against his and his tongue exploring her mouth.

Her other hand is exploring his body, caressing his chest through his suit, making him shudder slightly. Lucifer's kisses once more moved away from her lips, moving downwards from her jawline to her neck, placing a gentle kiss on the previous hickey he made awhile ago before gently pulling her arm that had her hand that he was squeezing, bringing her hand to his lips and gently bit the end of her gloves with his teeth to pull her glove down. [Y/n] gulped from the action, her body heating up from how attractive he is. Fuck... Why is he so hot?

“You're such a tease...” she mutters softly with a pout making him laugh as he holds her other arm and does the same thing to her other glove, biting it down to remove it before throwing the gloves somewhere out of the bed, “But you love it, don't you?” he asked teasingly with a smirk and she sighs softly with a smile, “I do, I really do.”

“You better say those exact words to me one day but that time, it better be when I'm kneeling down in one knee.” he says teasingly making the girl blush and groan softly and nodded, “that's my girl... Now, how about we take these off as it is in the way hmm?” he asked as his finger traced her chest, running across her suit, a silent question for her consent and she nodded.

Lucifer began to loosen her tie, throwing the red fabric across the room before he began to unbutton her top. Revealing her lacy black bra underneath, fitting her breasts perfectly. Ah fuck, she's so gorgeous...

Removing the black fabric off her figure, finally showing off her torso. [Y/n] did the same to his suit, helping her remove his clothes as he could feel the heat of his skin beginning to heat up more.

Slowly and surely, one by one their clothes were removed. Leaving them naked for each other's eyes. Both Lucifer and [y/n] had to avoid each other's eyes as they felt shy, it has been awhile since they've done something so intimate.

[y/n] slowly moved her eyes back on him, admiring Lucifer's bare figure—hair messy, cheeks red, eyes shy and avoiding, beautifully handsome face and body—clearly sculpted by God. She allowed her hand to graze at his arm up to his jawline, holding his chin gently and then slowly tilt his head back so he's now once more looking at her.

Lucifer's breath hitched as his eyes finally landed on her, [y/n] looked so beautiful—her hair sprawled behind her, her [h/c] complimenting her gorgeous face, half-lidded [e/c] eyes and dilated pupils looking at him with so much need and adoration, plump lips that he oh so wanted to desperately kiss all the time, her body most especially... He just wants to leave kisses all over it.

“You're so beautiful, I can't believe you're mine.” Lucifer whispers softly with his cheeks flushed while he was above her, his arms supporting his weight. [Y/n] blushed and chuckled, “You tell me that everyday, love.” [y/n] says with a small smile and Lucifer can only chuckle, “It's because I want to,” he says with a small smile, pausing a bit, “I want to remind you everyday, that my love and adoration for you will never change and I am grateful that I've met you.” he says softly, his voice gentle and vulnerable as he expresses his love for her, his hand caressing her cheek. [Y/n]'s blush turned into a deeper shade of red as she listened to his confession, a small and flustered smile on her face as she intertwined her hand with his once more, “With that, I am eternally grateful that you chose me, for loving me and with that I would love you till the end of time.” she says softly, Lucifer can only smile—the same dorky smile you always loved seeing on his face.

Lucifer leans down so he can kiss her again, [y/n] instinctively snaking her as arms behind his neck—pulling him deeper into the kiss. Their kiss was needy, fiery, passionate yet gentle, soft moans and whimpers escaping past their lips. I love you's being muttered occasionally between them and against each other's soft lips. Occasionally, Lucifer would let out a small whine as [y/n] began to stroke his cock while they were kissing, his whines were music to her ears, “Y-yes... That feels amazing...” he whimpered softly against her lips, his hips thrusting against her hand for more friction. She could feel how hard he is for her, she can feel the veins running from base to the tip, she can feel the precum staining her hands.

Lucifer's kisses once more slowly went down—to her jawline, neck, collarbone and finally on her chest. He looked up at her, his eyes needy and dark with desire and love for her before he finally took one nipple into his mouth, suckling and swirling his long tongue around the sensitive nub while his other hand played with her other breast.

Whimpers and whines left [y/n]'s lips as her hand moves away from his cock and squeezes the pillows, Lucifer really knows how to pleasure her, her other hand running through his hair and massaging his scalp while he moves to her other breast.

“Luci... Mhmm... That feels so good...” she softly moans out and Lucifer feels a sense of pride from hearing that, his mouth continues to suckle on her left breast before eventually releasing it with a small 'pop.'

Lucifer's eyes went back to gaze on her face—disheveled, flustered, and cute.

“So utterly beautiful...” he murmured before moving his body downwards as he finally reached her legs, “Spread your legs for me, love.” he asked with a small teasing smirk, enjoying the flustered look on her face. [Y/n] obediently followed and shyly spreads her legs for him, avoiding his gaze.

Lucifer smirked as [y/n] spread her legs for him, his eyes turning into slits as he saw how turned on she was and how much she needed him, “Good girl.” he praises, his voice teasing, “Only for you.” [y/n] replies with a smirk of her own.

“You better be...” Lucifer says with a chuckle as he begins to kiss her thighs, leaving hickies while his hands squeeze the softness of her flesh, his lips slowly going up and dangerously near her womanhood. Looking up at her, his eyes were soft but filled with want, “May I?” he asked and [y/n] looked at him shyly and nodded.

Lucifer's smile widens before he eventually allows his head to dip into her most intimate part. His mouth began to suckle on pussy, moans escaping both of their lips.

Lucifer felt hungry and he can only satisfy this hunger with her. He suckled greedily like a man dying of thirst. His tongue lapped along her folds, circling her clit that invokes loud moans from her. He misses this, he misses her so much.

[y/n]'s eyes rolled back and her back arching from the pleasure, toes curling, whimpers escaping her lips. She can feel the texture of his tongue against her most intimate part, a gasp left her lips as she felt him slip a finger inside, his long and slender finger thrusting in and out while his mouth worked wonders along with it.

“So utterly wet and so good for me, sweetheart,” Lucifer praises as he continues to eat her out before finally adding a second finger inside her, he could feel how easily his fingers slide in and out—a perfect manifestation of how much she wants him, he enjoys how she can no longer form coherent words aside from moans she let out. He is incredibly hard but this isn't about him but this is about her pleasure, she always comes first after all.

“You are so good to me... I love you...” [y/n] whimpered softly making him chuckle, “I love you too, darling.” he murmurs with a small smile, his tongue flicking through her hidden areas of her intimate area while his fingers continue to thrust in and out. Skins heating up from the passion.

Lucifer can tell whenever she's close, from the obvious sign of how her toes curl, how high pitched her moans are becoming, how hard she is gripping his hair and how far her eyes rolled back at the back of her head.

“Is my love gonna cum?” he asked teasingly making his girl whimper, “Yes...!” she replied and he chuckled as he increased the pace of his fingers and tongue, “Be a good girl for me and cum for me, [y/n]” Lucifer says and that was enough for the knot in her stomach to break, “I'm gonna cu—” her voice was cut off as she let out a loud whine.

Lucifer greedily lapped at her essence, like a nectar from the gods that he cannot get enough of. Small whimpers leaving [y/n]'s lips as she felt so sensitive.

He eventually removed his lips from her intimate area and along with his fingers, he looked up at her disheveled, breathless and flushed but beautiful face. Lucifer smiled, “Are you okay...?” he asked, his voice was gentle and worried and [y/n] nodded, “More than okay, my love.” she replied with a small smile, “We can stop here if you want? I don't want to force you or anything...” he says and [y/n] shakes her head, their love was both giving and receiving afterall, “I can still go on and besides, I know you need help with that.” she says with a smirk as her eyes landed on his painfully erect cock that was begging for her and he blushed, “Now, be a good boy and let me take care of you this time.”

[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

Hot in Herre

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Your insanely gorgeous boyfriend joins you in bed on a hot summer’s night, making you the envy of every woman in the city. Now if only your mind could muster up some decent dirty talk instead of playing that one song on repeat...

Story tags: Established Relationship, Lighthearted (aka silly) foreplay, Undeniable proof that the author is a cringey millennial

Author's notes: Guess who's back? Back again. ... Sorry. Wrong song. Anyways, here's a short and silly fic that came to me in the midst of our early-autumn heatwave. I wish I could say that more fics were on the way, but life is busy, so it would probably be a lie if I did.

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‘I’m going to bed,’ you said, draping your arms over Billy’s shoulders and kissing the top of his head. He was sitting at his desk in his home office, going over some Anvil reports, and would probably still be there by the time you fell asleep.

You didn’t like falling asleep without him, but such was life when you were the girlfriend of one of New York’s up and coming CEOs.

‘Night, babe,’ he said, lifting his hand to give your own a squeeze. He didn’t take his eyes of the screen, but you didn’t take it personally. He was still getting used to having someone else living in his apartment with him. Before you, Billy Russo had been a contented forever-bachelor with no intentions of ever settling down; time to adjust was to be expected.

You still didn’t know why it was you he wanted to keep – you were hardly the sort of bombshell seductress he was usually photographed with – but you were determined not to mess up and change his mind. So, you kissed his head again, and then reluctantly untangled yourself from him and left for the bedroom.

It didn’t take you long to get ready for bed. Falling asleep, however, was a totally different story. Summer was just ending, but the heat was clinging on for as long as it could, and even the solitary sheet you were using to cover yourself was too hot. You knew you could turn on the air conditioner, but without Billy, you would be too cold with it on. No doubt he would turn it on himself when he came to bed, but until then, another layer had to go.

You weren’t willing to sacrifice the sheet – you needed something covering you to fall asleep – and your shirt was little more than a tank top, so that left you pyjama bottoms the only option. You weren’t usually one to sleep in your underwear, feeling awkward even when alone, but these were extenuating circumstances.

With a bit of manoeuvring, you wriggled out of your pants and dropped them over the side of the bed. It was marginally better, but not enough to help you sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there for, staring at the wall, but eventually you heard the blessed beep of the air conditioner turning on and the soft shuffle of Billy getting ready for bed. How he never walked into anything in the dark, you would never know.

Maybe it was all that marine training.

It only took a few minutes for the room to cool down, and just as you were starting to chill, the sheet lifted and Billy’s warm body pressed against you from behind.

Much better.

Billy’s hand casually settled on your thigh, and you could tell the exact moment he realised you were in one less layer than usual. His fingers stilled for a second before splaying across your skin, as if trying to reach as much of it as he could.

You made an involuntary hum of pleasure. You loved his touch, no matter how tame.

You heard a faint chuckle from behind you, and the hand on your thigh suddenly got a lot more confident, caressing and squeezing in a way that left no doubt to its owner’s intentions. ‘This is a nice surprise,’ he said, the velvet purr of his voice banishing all thoughts of sleep from your brain.

Who could even think about sleep when they had an amorous Billy Russo behind them?

‘Were you waiting for me?’ he continued in the same silky tone. His breath ghosted over the shell your ear, and the shiver you gave had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

‘It was too hot,’ you said simply, but you leaned your neck to the side and pressed your hips into his hardening groin, letting him know you were enjoying his attentions. ‘An item of clothing had to go.’

Billy attacked your neck with a flurry of kisses as his hand skirted up from your thigh to your waist, sliding under your tank top. ‘In that case,’ he said, his hand inching higher, dragging the fabric with it. ‘Maybe you should take this off as well. I have a feeling things are about to get very hot in here.’

You wished you could be as smooth as he was. You wished you could come up with a sexy reply said in a sultry bedroom voice that would have him flipping you over and ravishing you…

Instead, you giggled.

His hand froze, and you quickly turned in his arms before he could pull away. You buried your face into his bare chest.

He didn’t have a problem sleeping without layers.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said between the last few hitches of laughter. ‘You’re being very sexy and I’m very much here for it, but all I can think of is that damn song.’

You risked a glance upwards and saw that Billy was looking at you with an amused but quizzical eyebrow raised. ‘Song?’ he asked.

You wiggled your shoulders in a vague approximation of dancing. ‘It’s getting hot in here’—Billy grinned, instantly catching on—‘so take off all your clothes.’

Suddenly, Billy’s lips were on yours, cutting off your abysmal singing. By the time you both parted, you were well and truly breathless.

‘So, I didn’t ruin the mood, then?’ you asked.

Billy chuckled and shook his head. ‘Never,’ he said, eyes twinkling with an emotion you liked to think was love. It certainly looked like love.

But still, that nagging bit of insecurity remained. ‘You don’t mind that I’m terrible at dirty talk?’

You were on your back before you’d even finished your sentence, Billy hovering over you. He gave you another one of those all-consuming kisses. ‘I love that you’re terrible at dirty talk,’ he said once he had pulled away again. ‘I love that we can laugh and have fun in bed. I’ve never had that.’

You reached up and stroked your fingers down his cheek. Was that all it would take to keep this man whom you had quickly fallen in love with? Just be your idiotic self? It was hard to believe – it seemed too easy – but looking in his eyes, you knew it was true. He wanted to keep you simply because you were you.

You grinned from ear to ear as your heart soared.

‘In that case,’ you said in a poor imitation of his earlier seductive tone. You reached down to grab the hem of your tank top, and as you slowly pulled it upwards, you swayed your hips to a silent beat.

Billy’s laugh told you that he was hearing it loud and clear.

‘I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off.’

[capnkoen]

"-I am aware of that, but considering the situation at hand, and the much more unpleasant alternatives, I suggest you-"

Oswald, the newly appointed mayor of Gotham, loved a lot of things about his chief of staff.

From his riddles and puns to his odd habits and unique ways to express himself, Edward had endeared himself to Oswald over time and had become his closest (and only) friend.

Another thing the kingpin liked about Ed, was his intelligence. He was more often than not left gaping when his dear friend would demonstrate knowledge Oswald hadn't know he'd possessed before. This was one of those times.

"Herr Weber! Genau der Mann den ich sprechen wollte. Hören Sie, die letzte Lieferung von 'Büromaterialen' scheint nicht angekommen zu sein-"

It was interesting to watch Ed switch from one language to another, depending on the person on the other end of the call. He was fluent in the way he spoke, confident, never stuttering or doubting the meaning of his words. He knew what he was doing, that was made abundantly clear when Oswald once asked him a while ago if it was a better idea to hire a translator.

"Oswald, trust me. I know what I'm doing."

Edward then proceeded to have a lengthy conversation with a French mobster about shipments and whatnot. (Oswald wasn't fluent and therefore could only pick up bits and pieces from the conversation, not that he'd told Ed that.)

"Vielen Dank, einen schönen Tag noch."

The taller hung up with a sigh of apprehension.

Oswald, snapping out of his musings, reached out to put a hand on Ed's shoulder.

[logi1974]

Namibia 2023/24 - Tag 13

Merry Christmas!!!

Frohe Weihnachten!!!

Herrschaften und Oukies!!!

Für unseren diesjährigen Besuch von Lüderitz quartierten wir uns in die Pension „Zur Waterkant“ der Familie Hälbich, in der Bremer Straße, ein.

Die Namen der unbefestigten Sandwege und Schotterstraßen auf diesem Lüderitzbuchter Hügel orientieren sich am Norden von Deutschland: Hamburger, Kieler, Lübecker und Bremer Straße.

Herr Hälbich entstammt aus einer Einwanderer Familie die bereits 1863, als eine der Ersten, aus Deutschland nach Südwest kamen.

Ihnen ist unter anderem die Gründung der Stadt Karibib zu verdanken.

Die Familie betrieb ein dort Handelshaus, stellte einige Jahre den Bürgermeister und hatte auch sonst großen Einfluss im Schutzgebiet gehabt.

Natürlich nutzte ich, bei so einem geschichtsträchtigen Gastgeber, umgehend die Gelegenheit etwas über die deutsche Zeit in Südwestafrika zu erfahren.

Die Rheinische Missionsgesellschaft war Mitte des 19. Jahrhunderts auf der Suche nach einem tatkräftigen Siedler, der zur Unterstützung der Missionsarbeit in Südwestafrika angeworben werden sollte.

Die Auflagen zur Findung dieser Person waren hoch gesteckt, verlangten die Kriterien doch, dass er über vielschichtige Fähigkeiten und als überzeugter Christ auch über Wertschätzung, Tugenden und Menschlichkeit verfügte. Die Wahl fiel auf Eduard Hälbich.

Die 7-Generationen-Folge begann am 9. Januar 1864, als eine kleine Missionsgesellschaft unter der Leitung von Dr. Hugo Hahn sowie den Brautleuten Eduard Hälbich und Amalie Bartel mit dem Segler „Emma“ nach dreimonatiger Reise in Walvis Bay an Land ging.

Kurz nach ihrer Ankunft traute Missionar Hahn das junge Paar am 1. März 1864. Somit war die erste deutsche Trauung in diesem trockenen Wüsten- und Steppengebiet vollzogen. Dem ersten deutschen Siedlerpaar standen große Herausforderungen bevor.

Mit sieben Ochsenwagen und 140 Zugochsen musste die eingetroffene Schiffsfracht zum Bestimmungsort Otjimbingwe am Swakop-Rivier gebracht werden.

Das von Missionar Rath 1849 gegründete Otjimbingwe hatte durch die vielen Konflikte der Witbooi-Nama und der Herero ein wechselhaftes Schicksal hinter sich. Mit dem Schmied, Büchsenmacher und Handwerker Eduard Hälbich wollte man den Menschen lohnbringende Arbeit vor Augen führen.

Von Beginn an musste der junge Siedler beweisen, dass er den großen Aufgaben gewachsen war. Er schreckte vor keiner Aufgabe und Pflicht zurück. Unter den Einheimischen lösten die Erfolge Eduard Hälbichs große Bewunderung aus, und schon bald erfreute er sich großer Beliebtheit.

Dem jungen Siedlerpaar wurden zwischen 1867 und 1878 sechs Kinder geschenkt: Christoph, Clara (später verheiratete von Goldammer), Eduard d.J., Wilhelm, August und Johannes.

Schon früh mussten die Kinder das Leben in seiner vollen Härte kennenlernen. Sie verließen ihr Elternhaus für viele Jahre, um sich in Deutschland ihrer Schul- und Berufsausbildung zu unterziehen.

Erst als Erwachsene kamen sie mit ihren Frauen nach Südwestafrika zurück und gründeten hier ihre Familien. Dieser Generation wurden im Laufe der Jahre insgesamt 31 Kinder geboren.

Otjimbingwe wurde zum Mittelpunkt der Missions- und Siedlerarbeiten in dem Gebiet, das damals noch nicht zum Schutzgebiet proklamiert war.

Eduard Hälbich wurde zu einer hoch geachteten Persönlichkeit. Um 1876, noch bevor das Deutsche Schutzgebiet ausgerufen wurde, wurde er vom damaligen Abgesandten der Kapregierung zum Friedesrichter ernannt. Innerhalb der einheimischen Stämme hatte Eduard Hälbich viele Konflikte zu bewältigen, und er wusste diese Probleme geschickt zu schlichten.

Als das Land 1884 unter den Schutz der deutschen Krone gestellt wurde, mehrte sich die Zahl der Durchreisenden und Besucher, die die Dienste von Eduard Hälbich in Anspruch nehmen wollten.

Im Alter von nur 52 Jahren starb Eduard Hälbich am 21. Dezember 1888.

Den folgenden Generationen entstammten Akademiker, Künstler, Kaufleute und Handwerker. Einige Söhne folgten den Spuren des Stammvaters, galt es doch, das weitläufige Farmland in der Gegend um Karibib zu bewirtschaften, das die Familie vom Hererohäuptling Zeraua erworben hatte.

Auch die geschäftlichen Interessen in Otjimbingwe und Karibib mussten weitergeführt werden. Die anderen Söhne gingen in ihrer Eigenständigkeit ihren jeweiligen Berufen nach, wodurch sich die Familienwurzeln der Hälbichs über das gesamte Land ausbreiteten - unter anderem eben bis nach Lüderitz.

Charlotte Hälbich war so freundlich all ihre Gäste zur heutigen Weihnachtsmesse in die berühmte Felsenkirche von Lüderitz mit einzuladen. Es war ihr wirklich eine Herzensangelegenheit, der wir selbstverständlich gerne nachkamen.

Alles was in Lüderitz Rang und Namen hat war auch tatsächlich beim Gottendienst anwesend. Wir konnten Herrn Grünewald, den langjährigen Inhaber des Nest Hotels, mit seiner Familie ausmachen.

Außerdem erkennen wir auch Frau Marion Schelkle, die Inhaberin von Lüderitz Safaris & Tours, mit der wir eine Stadttour machen werden.

Der Gottesdienst wird zweisprachig abgehalten: Deutsch & Englisch. Die Liedtexte werden mittels Beamer auf eine Leinwand projiziert. Eine gute Lösung.

Für den Abend hatten wir eine Reservierung im Lüderitz Nest Hotel, wo wir die halbe Kirchengemeine wieder trafen. Ein großes Hallo!

Ulf Grünewald ging von Tisch zu Tisch und begrüßte jeden einzelnen Gast persönlich. Egal ob Lokal oder Tourist, jeder wird behandelt, wie ein alter Freund.

Natürlich gibt es für uns wieder die fabelhaften Austern.

Meine Mutter findet inzwischen großen Gefallen am Kingklip, ein lokaler Fisch der am Meeresboden lebt und wirklich häßlich aussieht, aber dafür sehr lecker schmeckt.

Micha endschied sich für ein Rinderfilet, das auf den Punkt gebraten war.

Sehr schön anzusehen ist die alte Jetty, die man mittlerweile renoviert hat. Dazu noch eine tolle Beleuchtung am Abend - und schon ist die Stimmung perfekt.

Lekker Slaap!

Angie, Micha, Mama und der Hasenbär

[cherry-dr0p]

Drawing characters (my favourites) as cats: Pt. 1

Nosfer-cat-u???? Real??

Note: All of these are my personal headcanons... Gonna write some kitty headcanons under too because I am silly like that and cringe culture is dead :3

1. Kitty (Herr) Knock!

Here is kitty Knock headcanons!

I'd imagine him to be an orange ragdoll cat!! Orange cats are generally known from what I've seen for being peculiar little guys, so I thought that would fit Knock very nicely for being out of the ordinary and silly. I honestly chose the ragdoll because of the fluffy appearance of their fur but reading into it, they can be affectionate and friendly too. And they love belly rubs. Perhaps he is a friendly cat who originally wanted attention and love for people but after being shunned for being abnormal, he gave up.

Ragdolls are intelligent too, whilst orange cats are known for the opposite. I reckon that Knock seems unintelligent with some of the things he does (getting stuck in high places, running into things etc.) But he is actually quite a smart cat in reality.

He's definitely a stray cat who was abandoned at some point on the streets and had to survive on his own until finding Orlok </3 Poor guy

He likes smaller animals, especially rats. The ones cats are meant to kill, Knock does not. He refuses to.

He is quite an old kitty (hence the gray fur parts), but he's still full of life!

He's also extra mischievous. I reckon >:3

Hes very dirty, his furr is matted and he also has fleas because he hasnt been groomed :(

What did this poor cat do to have the whole town after him </3 /j

Kitty (Count) Orlok

Note: For kitty Orlok, I wanted him to have light gray skin but it was too late when I realised the gray was way darker than I wanted it to be :( I have new pens coming in a few days so I can redo Orlok

But anyways, kitty Orlok headcanons;

But yeah, I think Orlok to be a Sphynx cat. Ive heard others talk about how unappealing and somewhat creepy Sphynx cats look (honestly, how dare they >:[) and I think it's sorta the way a supernatural vampire like a creature would be viewed. Despite all this, Sphynx cats for their loyal and intelligent, which I imagine could be overlooked when seeing kitty Orlok. (You can probably guess who he's loyal to)

I also intentionally made him extra spooky looking too. He has lifeless white eyes and sharp claws, with lots of wrinkles and a tall, lanky stature to catch the creepy aura. I also imagine he can make himself look taller willingly in order to look extra terrifying when he needs or wants to be feared.

Kinda messed it up a little too but dark purple collar. I didnt know what to put for the little tag so diamond shape because hes extra fancy like that.

Hes always been a stray cat, getting used to being alone since he was a mere kitten. He doesn't really get visitors often so imagine his surprise when a peculiar occurance is present and a specific orange cat finds and befriends him.

Despite Sphynx cats having an affectionate nature, Orlok isn't really the most affectionate cat at all. He can be quite violent, which pulls most people away in itself.

Kitty Ellen (Hutter)!

Last but not least, Kitty Ellen headcanons!

I honestly dont know why I chose the Scottish fold. Just saw some photos and for some reason went "Fuck yeah, Ellen!!"

Unlike the other two, Id imagine Ellen to actually have a pet owner who possibly has both Thomas and Ellen living in the house.

No doubt she'd be spoiled to death, with a fancy pretty collar and a fancy little tag to go with it.

She likes watching birds outside the window because I said so >:]

Even though she has the chance to go outside like Id imagine Thomas to do, Ellen actually feels more comfortable just lounging around in the house and just doing cat things. Sure she will explore outside sometimes but she doesn't bother with it too much.

Shes a friendly affectionate cat who likes attention sometimes.

Yeah I dont have as many headcanons for Ellen as I do the other two surprising

And that's all I have for my Nosferatu cat AU. This is so dumb but I love it and it gave me the excuse to practice drawing different types of kitties! Im not sure for this how accurate everything is but Aaahhh

[iamfuckingsorry]

Thinking about that mural from DE

You know which one

TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD, FOR THE NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US. WREAK HAVOC ON THE MIDDLE CLASS

The next world mural. In the game, you encounter this piece very early on if you interact with everything available, you probably see this mural before you've ever even heard of Dora or before you've started to get really serious about your commie tendencies, if that's how you choose to play. And the reaction is like, "wow, this is kinda profound actually". Or maybe it's like, "oh lol, this game really is commie af isn't it" (even though later on it turns out that the game is much more critical of communism than you'd think at first). And the story in the ledger provides some insight into Harry and Jean and how they work together too, so it feels like it makes sense, it fits in very well at that moment in the game and that's it.

But looking back at this mural after you've played through the entire game, knowing what you know of Harry's relationship with Dora...

It's Harry's own fucking love story in a way, isn't it?

Him and Dora came from very different backgrounds. He's genuinely poor, grew up checking the trash cans on the streets for tare and edible food, spent his teenage years running around with a bunch of kids who all OD'd or got themselves killed one way or another over the years. He had dreams of getting an education, getting a chance to use his creativity and curiosity and learn about all that that is worth exploring in this world (which is everything), but those dreams are long dead. She's solidly middle class, with access to all the education and art and music he's always dreamt of, with her family to always fall back on. She's everything Harry's ever dreamt of growing up. She might as well be living in another world.

They fall in love with each other and she moves to Jamrock to live with him. Jamrock, the biggest fucking ghetto in Revachol, full of tweakers and gangsters and just thousands upon thousands of poor people permanently down on their luck trying to get by, with no proper aid or government and a police station so understaffed and underfunded they never even stood a chance. And they can barely make ends meet even living in Jamrock, moving from shithole to shithole, never knowing when they'll have their electricity cut, when something will happen that gets them thrown out, desperately scrambling for a new place to stay. And Dora could never do that, not really - she never actually lived in Jamrock, she always had the possibility of leaving, of going to work across the river and visiting her parents whenever she felt like it or just escaping, packing her shit and getting on the tram and never going back. And as long as she knew she wasn't really, truly stuck in this miserable shithole forever, she wasn't ever really living in Jamrock. And it could never be enough for her.

And she wanted more - for herself, for Harry, for their family, who even knows. Maybe she saw Harry struggling trying and failing to make a difference as a gym teacher and thought he could do more good with the RCM. Maybe she was getting desperate, living in this fucking shithole, and thought they needed more money. Maybe it was something completely else - but what is certain is that Harry ended up joining the RCM, and the 41st, and everyone there is on speed, everyone is miserable and desperate and always running behind playing catch up with the case load, with the crimes, with the drug addicts and rapists and murderers, and Harry, who's always been like this close to a genuine mental breakdown, just fucking falls apart. He needs to help people, needs to make a difference, and working at the 41st, with the budget and case load and staffing situation and the pure fucking misery in the area. He goes out and meets a miserable person after a miserable person and he can't do anything else than be nice, make their day a little bit more manageable, do his best- but he knows that no matter what he does, his best won't be enough. He won't be able to make a dent in the pure fucking misery that is Jamrock. But he needs to, so he drinks, he smokes, he does drugs, he loses any semblance of control he ever had over the voices in his head, the dude telling him to hit shit and the dude telling him to forget everything and just get fucked up and Revachol herself screaming at him about her imminent death. And in the end Dora can't stand it anymore and she leaves (and, honestly, good for her. I'm happy for her. But this is about Harry, and Harry isn't, he isn't able to be happy for her at this point in time).

And like. I personally doubt that she'd have left just because of the money if everything else was good. I honestly even doubt that the money was that big of an issue for her to start with, it was all the other issues first and then the fact that they couldn't even rent a fucking VHS and play it at times became just one more thing on top of this already massive pile of shit that broke the proverbial camel's back. But in Harry's mind, he was never rich enough for her. She was always the middle class girl who settled for the poor fuck, and he was never gonna be good enough for her because he was just a broke dude from Jamrock. She was perfect and so so beautiful and at one point her love was the only thing keeping him going, and then she left because he couldn't even

And from what we can see in the game she was the only person he's ever really, truly loved.

But in his mind, they could never be together again. They could try as they might, but it was never gonna work out, because she was a rich girl and he was just a poor miserable fuck. He grew up looking for change on the streets, she took piano lessons in a fancy part of town. The difference was just too large to ever truly be bridged.

So for post-breakup Harry, prior to Martinaise and even during the events in Martinaise, true love was never actually possible. It is possible only for the new people, in the next world. It was too late for him - he had his chance, and it was an impossible thing, it could never have worked out and now he's wasted it. Because of the inherent differences between different social classes. It is too late for him. So yeah, fuck it, wreak havoc on the fucking middle class. Fuck those rich bastards who took Dora from him, and fuck Dora too.

On another note, this was also one of the most recent cases him and Jean worked on prior to Martinaise. I don't remember the date exactly, but it was in his last ledger, it must have been pretty recent. Do you think he saw the mural and thought about it the same way I did? Maybe this was the one that truly pushed him over the edge? The impossible love. It truly was too late for him. The only way to fix it is a new fucking start. And how do you get that?

After life - death. After death - life again.

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Welcome Home S/I

Name: Floyd Doll

A wannabe musician who plays instruments and sings, Floyd's main role is to provide “The song of the day” about whatever subject matter is being taught, he also has a tendency to sing his lines. His catchphrase is "That's The Tops!", and uses cockney rhyming slang on occasion. He first appears in Season Two (assuming that Welcome Home ran for several seasons) in a two parter episode meant to teach kids about how to meet new people who may be moving into/to their school/neighbourhood.

Floyd's the same height as Wally and is a live hand puppet to account for the instruments being played that would need two hands. While he makes the motions of a puppet playing an instrument behind the set there instead tends to be a musician actually making the sound of the instrument. If needed however he can also be a one handed puppet by putting his other hand into his jacket pocket.

His personality can come across very strong with a lot of his emotions being played all the way to their extremes for comedic effect. However he does tend to be a very happy and excitable lad with a joyful tone of voice and bouncy nature. Yet his emotions can also flip on a dime going from happy to nervous to angry to sad depending on what is called for, he also doesn’t tend to get sarcasm and idioms, and wanting to be a good neighbour follows through on doing those things no matter how impossible. (E.g. If he were told to hold his horses he would literally get some horses to hold onto before going back to being impatient)

Floyd's relationship with his neighbours is very positive but he is certainly the closest to Howdy and Eddie, holding a lot of respect for them and is always eager to help even if he does often get told that it’s not needed. His relationship with Wally is interesting however, they clearly hold each other in high fondness and some of their dialogue can be seen as rather flirty, yet they always refer to the other as a "Best Friend". It's a subtext game where if you pick up on it then it's impossible to perceive their relationship any other way yet if you don't then they just read as very good and close friends.

Um uh... tag list: @super-mario-hyadain, @goresjeanjacket, @cinnamon-phrog, @bean-of-jellies, @wisp-herr, @eternally-smitten

[eldrichfuck666]

🖤 My name is Olya, I'm 21 years old, so please consider this before following and please DON'T INTERACT if you're under 18.

🖤 My pronouns are they/them (I updated them once again I apologize- 16.08)

🖤 I'm a native speaker of Deutsch & Russisch languages, but I mostly speak terrible English here (sorry about that!). I'm from München, although I'm not german by origin, but I was born and raised here! (I'm cameroonian and russian) 🖤

🖤 Some things that can trigger you that you'll definitely see here: BLOOD, GORE, BODY HORROR, !!CANNIBALISM!!, GRAPHIC DEATHS, INJURIES, HORROR IN GENERAL. I use common trigger warnings, but that's something you should consider. Also, I like to SWEAR.

🖤 I'm not a legacy/family type of simmer and my content is definitely not for everyone, although I truly enjoy others family gameplay and gameplay in general!

🖤 I'm fully wcif friendly, so please feel free to ask!

🖤 I have pretty specific things here, which includes following images/topics: occults (especially vampires and sirens - well, one siren I'm obsessed with at least), tales of woe (I can't call my upcoming stories the other way), VERY bad edits, CAS pics and sometimes even gameplay (once in a decade, for sure...).

🖤 Also, LOTS of shitposting and Spotify related posts, personal posts, because I really want this blog to also be mine.

🖤 Please note that I really like to reblog people's stuff. I like to reblog. Like really.

🖤 I'd really like to become friends, and I love seeing other people's sims and stories, so I'll be very active here! If I annoy you - I'm very sorry :'> But you're always free to unfollow/block me, it's okay! I know I'm very annoying, so yeah.

There's a bit of mess with my tags now, but here's at least a proper navigation! (still under construction!!!)

my edits | cas pics | wcif - answered | asks | !oc asks! | gameplay | interiors/builds | more about me!

navigation by the characters in the post - 🖤 ansel 🖤 lucinda 🖤 karina 🖤 eudelme 🖤 herr mannelig 🖤 Iðunn 🖤 cordelia 🖤

[vossn]

Tagged by @crabtea <3 thank you for the tag!

| what are five songs you’ve had on repeat lately?

Korben Dallas - Deti rýb

In Extremo - Herr Mannelig (2006 Version)

Enej - Symetryczno-liryczna (The person in question knows what they are responsible and will be aptly burned at the stake for)

Lizzy McAlpine - ceilings

bôa - Duvet

This was fun! I tag the usual suspects: @the-evil-stick , @goofgoofdildo , @swanfloatieknight , @korls , and @mortallyperfecttimemachine if you want to <3

[thegrandefinalestory]

Herr Andresen, Zimmer 221

(Reupload meiner allerersten Story. 😉)

Lena arbeitete gern im Seniorenheim. Gutes Tun und anderen Leuten helfen war schon immer ihr Ding. Die großgewachsene Brünette mit den saftigen Kurven hatte die Ausbildung zur Pflegekraft im Sommer erfolgreich abgeschlossen und war jetzt schon seit 4 Monaten im Seniorenheim am Stadtrand von Hamburg tätig.

Wie immer um 16 Uhr war es jetzt Zeit für ihren Besuch bei Herrn Andresen. Der ältere Herr hatte keine Familie mehr, war aber sonst noch recht gut zu Fuß und im Geist. Er fand hier im Heim allerdings Gesellschaft, die er sonst nicht hätte. Und genoss sein Leben, so gut es ging. Kurzum: Lena kam gern zu Herrn Andresen. Als sie in ihren weißen Schwestern-Uniform über die Flure in den zweiten Stock des Heims zum Zimmer 221 ging, fiel ihr wieder die erste Woche ein, in der sie hier anfing.

Es hat die ganze Woche geregnet. Zudem gab es zu wenig Personal, damit Lena ordentlich eingeschult werden konnte. Sie hatte große Mühe, die unterschiedlichen Bewohner und ihre Eigenheiten kennen zu lernen und sich zu merken. Herr Andresen war hier anders. Auch wenn er mindestens als Vater, wenn nicht sogar Großvater der 23-Jährigen durchgehen würde, unterhielt er sich von dem ersten Treffen an ganz normal mit Lena. Er gab ihr Tipps und verriet ihr Wissenswertes über die anderen Bewohner, und auch die Pfleger.

Als wäre die erste Woche im neuen Job nicht schon anstrengend genug, hat auch noch ihr Freund am dritten Tag Schluss gemacht. Er bemängelte, dass sie ihn vernachlässigte, im Bett und auch sonst zu viel arbeitete. Und dann war er weg. Und da sie komischerweise schon nach kurzer Zeit eine Vertrauensbasis mit Herrn Andresen geschaffen hatte, kam das natürlich zur Sprache, als sie an jenem Tag um 16 Uhr wieder in sein Zimmer trat.

"Trauer dem nicht nach, Kleines", sagte der Senior zu ihr, nachdem sie ihm alles erzählt hatte. "Du bist so ein guter Mensch. Da kommt sicher bald was besseres." Dann meinte er:"Sei so gut, kannst du mir aus dem Kasten aus dem obersten Regal ein Buch runter holen? Ich komm da leider nicht mehr hin." Nachdem jetzt wieder zur Pfleger/Patient-Tagesordnung übergegangen war, fühlte sich Lena ein kleines bisschen besser. Sie stand auf, öffnete den vollgeräumten Schrank und streckte sich auf Zehenspitzen, damit sie das oberste Regal erreichte.

Genau im Moment, als sie das Buch erreichte, durchzuckte sie auf einmal ein heißer Blitz, ausgehend von ihrem Unterleib. Gleichzeitig bemerkte sie, dass Herr Andresen mit einem Mal direkt hinter ihr stand. So nah, dass sie seinen aufgeregten Atem in ihrem Nacken spüren konnte. Er hat ihr von hinten zwischen die Beine gegriffen und massierte jetzt mit stockeisernem Griff Lenas Lustgrotte. Und der alte Herr wusste, was er tat. Schließlich hatte er bis zur Pension 40 Jahre lang für diverse Clubs auf St. Pauli die neuen "Talente" arbeitstauglich gemacht. In den 80ern hätte es noch "Nutten einreiten" geheißen, aber egal. Das hohe Alter hatte seiner Technik nichts anhaben können. "Was zum Teu..", brachte Lena noch heraus, bevor sie dann nur mehr Sterne sah und tief den Atmen einzog. Zielsicher und mit jahrzehntelanger Erfahrung massierte Herr Andresen mit der rechten Hand ihren Kitzler, und griff mit der linken abwechselnd nach ihren vollen Brüsten. Er suchte und fand rasch auch durch den Pflegerkittel ihre erregten Nippel.

Lena verstand die Welt nicht mehr. Sie fühlte sich überrumpelt von diesem netten alten Mann, der jedoch in den letzten 30 Sekunden absolut jede richtige Berührung vollzogen hatte, um ihre Lust zu entfachen. Ihr Atem ging schneller, ihr Verstand verabschiedete sich von der Vernuft, dem ganzen hier und jetzt ein Ende zu bereiten. Und schon spreizte unterbewusst die Beine ein paar Zentimeter, um der stark kreisenden Hand in ihrem Schritt mehr Raum zu geben. Das fiel auch Herr Andresen auf. "Ja. Lass dich gehen, liebe Lena. Ich tu dir nichts, was du nicht willst. Aber ich sorge dafür, dass du deinen Loser-Ex bald vergessen hast."

Bei diesen Worten gesellte sich zu Lenas Lust auch noch das Gefühl der Geborgenheit und sie ließ sich rückwärts leicht an Herrn Andresen anlehnen. Ein leises, hohes "Ja" flog über ihre Lippen, als sie die brodelnde Lust in sich aufsteigen spürte. Diese Hände sind der Wahnsinn! Ihr Becken bewegte sich jetzt mit seiner Hand mit, sie wollte jetzt ihre Erlösung haben, wollte von den geilen Handgriffen dieses Seniors hier und jetzt in diesem Zimmer kommen.

In diesem Moment zog Herr Andresen beide Hände zurück. Das Ausbleiben des wohligen Drucks auf ihr Lustzentrum quittierte Lena mit einem harschen Seufzer. Mit einem leisen Zittern wollte sie sich nun umdrehen, um dem alten Mann zum ersten Mal in die Augen zu sehen, seit er sie angefasst hat. Aber so weit kam sie nicht. Mit einer fließenden Bewegung öffnete er ihren Pflegerkittel und zog den mittlerweile vollkommen durchnässten Slip nach unten, drückte ihren Oberkörper nach vorn, sodass sie sich wieder am Schrank festhalten musste und ihr Po nach hinten hinaus gestreckt wurde. Sie hörte seine Hose zu Boden fallen, sein Hemd folgte wenige Augenblicke später. Ihr war klar, wie es jetzt weiterging. Sie wollte nun gar nicht mehr zurückschauen, sondern konzentrierte sich nur noch auf ihre brennende Mitte, auf dieses Gefühl kurz vor der Erlösung, die nun sicher bald kommen würde.

Doch dann hörte sie ihn sagen "Noch ein bisschen Geduld, Liebes. Lass mich dich kosten, Lena, du bist so heiß", und das nächste, was sie wahrnahm, war sein heißer Atmen und seine Zunge in ihrer Spalte. Herr Andresen war hinter ihr auf die Knie gegangen und teilte mit seiner Zunge ihre fleischigen Lippen und versetzte ihr dann kurze Stöße, um ihren köstlichen Nektar zu trinken. Da löste sich auch der letzte Rest an Zurückhaltung bei Lena auf. "Ohhhhh ja, das ist gut", stöhnte sie aus sich heraus, nachdem sie wieder auf die Zielgeraden zu ihrem Höhepunkt einbog. Auch mit seiner Zunge war Herr Andresen mehr als ein Meister, so gut hat sie ihr ganzes Leben noch nie jemand mit dem Mund verwöhnt. Als er dann noch begann, an ihrer Clit zu saugen, während er 2 knochige Finger in ihr schmatzendes Loch einführte und langsam vor und zurück bewegte, war es um die junge Frau geschehen. Ihre wohlgeformten gespreizten Beine begannen unkontrolliert zu zucken, ihr Atem geriet ins Stocken uns ein langegezogenes "Ohhh" durchschüttelte Lena, als ein ungewohnt harter Orgasmus sie übermannte. Es war einer dieser Höhepunkte, wo man kurz das Hier und Jetzt vergas und komplett der Realität entschwebt, eingehüllt im Gipfel der Lust.

Als sie wieder zu sich kam und ihr pochendes Herz schön langsam zur Ruhe kam, merkte sie, dass sie auf den Boden des Zimmers zusammengesunken war. Über ihr stand Herr Andresen, mit einem Blick, der pures Verlangen aber auch Sicherheit an Lena vermittelte. Er hatte sich nun seiner ganzen Kleidung entledigt und stand mit steifem, pulsierenden und adrigen Schwanz direkt über ihr. In einem kleinen Nebenschauplatz in ihrem Kopf machte sie eine Notiz, dass Herr Andresen vollkommen rasiert unten war. Mit einer für sein Alter unüblichen Geschwindigkeit ging er zur Zimmertüre und schloss ab. Dann war er mit einem Satz wieder über ihr. "So Lena, jetzt können wir ungestört da weitermachen, wo wir aufgehört haben. Zumindest deinem Körper schien es ja zu gefallen?" meinte er gütig lächelnd, wie ein älterer Herr aus einer TV-Werbung.

"Ich mach alles, was sie wollen, Herr Andresen", murmelte Lena, als sie sich erhob, immer noch wuschig vom abebbenden Hammer-Orgasmus. Davon wollte sie auf jeden Fall mehr. "Na dann ab ins Bett, mein kleines Wildpferd. Zeig mir nochmal deinen süßen Arsch", ordnete Herr Andresen, mit der linken Hand seinen beachtlichen Schwanz wichsend. Lena kletterte auf sein Bett, ging auf alle Viere und streckte ihm ihren Prachtarsch erneut entgegen. In freudiger Erwartung wackelte sie mit ihrem Becken, als er hinter ihr stehend vor dem Bett Aufstellung nahm. Er rieb seine große rote Eichel an ihrer Pforte, was erneute tausend kleine Blitze durch Lena schickten, bevor er dann langsam aber bestimmt die volle Länge seines Schwanzes in die junge Pflegerin schob. Ihr schmatzende Spalte nahm ihn gierig auf, und Lena presste ein "Oh wow" heraus, als Herr Andresen Zentimeter um Zentimeter in sie eindrang. "Lass mich raten, dein Ex war nicht so groß?" "Ah, nein, nicht mal annähernd. Aber Sie fühlen sich sehr gut an", antwortete Lena, die jetzt von den Stößen des Seniors immer stärker durchgeschüttelt wurden. Das Klatschen ihrer Pobacken auf ihm wurde immer schmatzender, lauter und schneller. Ihr Stöhnen ebenso. Kurz erhaschte sie im Fenster des Zimmers ihr Spiegelbild, wie sie vor dem nackten alten Mann kniete und hier wahrlich den besten Sex ihres jungen Lebens hatte.

Kurz bevor sie jeden Stoß von Herrn Andresen mit einem spitzen Schrei quittierte, griff er in ihre Lockenpracht, zog sie an sich und hielt ihr mit der anderen Hand den Mund zu. Zu viel Aufmerksamkeit sollten sie beide dann doch nicht erwecken. Fixiert in dieser Position spürte Lena wenige Minuten später erneut einen Orgasmus heranrollen. Sie lutschte an den Fingern, die ihr Stöhnen unterdrücken sollten und warf sich den stakkato-artigen Stößen von Herrn Andresen entgegen. Als er spürte, wie sich ihre Spalte langsam verkrampfte, warf er sie nach vorn, drückte sie in sein Kissen und brauchte noch drei finale, wuchtige Stöße, bis sie wieder unter wildem Zucken kam und ihre Lust ungehindert in das Kissen schreien konnte.

Ungleich zu vorher, hörte Herr Andresen allerdings nicht ganz auf, sondern vögelte Lena einfach locker weiter, die nun auf dem Bauch mit allen vieren zur Seite weggestreckt in seinem Bett lag und schwer atmete. "Lena, verrat mir eins," sagt er zwischen zwei Stößen. "Du sagtest, dein Ex-Freund hat sich vernachlässigt gefühlt, auch im Bett. Hast du je seinen Saft geschluckt?" "Nein, Herr Andresen, ich hab das immer ausgespuckt", kam schwach von Lena zurück. "Dann hast du jetzt die Chance, Kleine. Ich will in diesen süßen Mund von dir kommen. Und ich will, dass du alles schluckst wie ein braves Mädchen. Nur dann können wir das wiederholen". Ein stummes Nicken ihrerseits reichte schon, da gab er ihr einen Klaps auf den Po, zog seinen Schwanz aus ihrer übernassen Spalte heraus und machte einen Satz auf die andere Seite des Bettes.

"Schau mich an Lena", sagte Herr Andresen, als er seinen Schwanz an ihren Lippen ansetzte. Ihr Blick traf seine Augen. "Du bist eine so wunderbare Frau, eine Wahnsinnsbraut. Jeder, der dich gehen lässt, ist ein Verlierer. Jetzt mach den Mund auf!" Als er sein pulsierendes Rohr auf Lenas Zunge legte und schnell seinen Schwanz rieb, war es auch um Herrn Andresen geschehen. Lange Faden von cremigen Sperma schossen aus dem Altherren-Schwanz hervor, trafen direkt die Rachenwand des willigen Mädchens vor ihm. Als er immer weiter spritzte, schloss Lena kurz den Mund um zu schlucken, was zu dem führte, dass sie auch einiges in ihr Gesicht bekam. Über das linke Auge und die Nasenspitze verteilte Herr Andresen noch die letzten Tropfen seines Saftes. Dann trat er zufrieden einen Schritt zurück.

"Gut, das mit dem Schlucken werden wir noch üben. Aber ansonsten eine solide Leistung von dir, liebe Lena. Ich danke dir. Hier ist dein Gewand, vielleicht bringst du dich noch im Bad kurz in Ordnung, bevor du wieder auf den Flur gehst." Lenas Herz pochte immer noch in ihrer Brust, so sehr war sie noch in den Nachwehen des Sex mit Herrn Andresen gefangen. Sprachlos stolperte sie ins Bad und begutachtete ihr Sperma-bedecktes Gesicht. "Was zur Hölle war denn das gerade?", dachte sie sich, als sie wieder in ihren Kittel stieg und sich mit einem Taschentuch die Spermareste aus dem Gesicht wischte. "Der alte Mann fickt, als gäbe es kein Morgen mehr." Sie erinnerte sich an seine Worte, die er ihr ins Ohr raunte, während er seinen dicken Schwanz in sie schob. Und da fühlte sie sich wieder begehrt, als Frau. Und befriedigt sowieso. Sie stieß einen leisen Pfiff aus und kam aus dem Bad zurück ins Zimmer. Herr Andresen lag wieder angezogen in seinem Bett und blätterte in einer Zeitung. "Wunderbar siehst du aus, liebe Lena. Und gar nicht wie jemanden, dem gerade das Gehirn rausgevögelt wurde", meinte er lächelnd. Der ordinäre Ton war bei Herrn Andresen offenbar hängen geblieben. "Ich denke, von nun an können wir uns noch öfter besser kennen lernen, wie siehst du das, Lena?" "Das würde mich freuen", sagte die junge Pflegerin und bemerkte noch einen Tropfen seines Spermas in ihrem Mundwinkel. Mit dem Zeigfinger schnappte sie sich den Tropfen und schob ihn sich auf die Zunge. "Hmm, vielen Dank, Herr Andresen. Wir sehen uns nächste Woche."

Und so vergingen die Wochen. Sonst war Herr Andresen weiterhin der nette alte Mann, der immer ein weises Wort oder einen Witz für alle parat hatte. Nur wenn Lena an ihrem 16 Uhr Termin zu ihm ins Zimmer kam, wurde die Tür verriegelt und sie erfreuten sich an dem Körper des anderen, bis sie nicht mehr konnten. Sie schluckte sein Sperma fast täglich, nach 2 Wochen knackte der alte Mann auch ihr süßes und noch jungfräuliches Poloch. An einem unvergesslichen Abend, wo nur noch wenige Besucher im Heim waren, nahm Lena auf Geheiß Herrn Andresens die blonde Azubine mit in sein Zimmer. 2 Stunden später verließ diese mit wackeligen Beinen wieder den Raum, glücklich eingeweiht in alle Sex-Kunststücke, die Lena und dem alten Mann einfielen. Die Blonde hatte eine flinke Zunge, erinnerte sich Lena, sie hatte ihre Möse verwöhnt, während Herr Andresen das Blondchen von hinten genagelt hatte.

Nun stand sie vor Zimmer 221. Ein vertrautes Kribbeln in ihrem Unterleib breitete sich aus. Es ist wieder an der Zeit.

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