#piefke

[evanhoffmann]

September 23' Musikvideo mit Pefke gedreht! :)

[altwritewegner]

#Maschke was here. . . . #GünterMaschke #Sezession #Wien #Vienna #Piefke #Phrase #trotzki #radikal https://www.instagram.com/p/CgwELgUtfFp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[langernameohnebedeutung]

In den Westerwald??? Thoughts and Prayers 🥺

[sachermorte]

ich hass das wort klamotten. sorry. dadurch werd ich komplett evil. sorry. jedes mal wenn ichs höre verliert mal ein engel die flügel. sorry. eines tages wird sich das land auflösn und wir werdn alle ins meer geworfn. sorry. darf ich trotzdem zu deiner geburtstagsparty kommn

[fallingforfandoms]

"Naaaaaa, oida, seid's jetzt völlig deppert oder was?"

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"Doch ned so, Herrgottnochamal!"

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"Was'n Schaas, was soll'n des?!"

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Ich hab den halben Tag österreichischen Dialekt gehört und geschrieben und eventuell hat der seine Spuren hinterlassen und eventuell reg ich mich jetzt ein bisschen zu sehr über dieses vermaledeite Fußballspiel in der ARD auf. Seufz. Lachen, wenn's ned zum Weinen reicht, oder so.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I I if maybe you could give me a bit of angry König 🥺.

Just I just wanna leak some important Intel and get abducted by that mountain of a man and have my little pussy ruined in an confined space. I would love mutual pining co-workers to enemies having some hate sex. I need him to call me an ossi, a filthy piefke verräterin. He's maybe still bitter about his hochkönig origins.

It is so soothing to read all these fics, finally dirty talk that makes sense in my head. Even if at times it's a little bad. Thank you thank you.

König x f!reader

Warnings: kinda rough sex, angry könig, kissing, cunnilingus, fingering

You shouldn't enjoy the way he glares at you--those gorgeous eyes of his boring into your very soul. You should be afraid, and though your heart does beat a little faster, it has nothing to do with fear.

You had been told that König got along with everyone, but you soon found that once you lose his trust, there is no coming back.

It was one lousy mistake. The one time you didn't listen to his orders and everything went to shit. He blamed you for it and now you were dealing with the consequences.

No matter how hard you tried, he drifted further away.

The truth is, he has a broken heart, one that he shouldn't have in the first place.

But you don't know that. How were you supposed to know?

You hate the tension that has grown between you two. You hate how he looks through you now instead of at you how he used to. You wanted your König back, but he was making it nearly impossible.

You have to corner him, you thought. Good idea, but how the hell will you corner a man who can shove you aside with one swipe of his arm?

You'd think of something.

--

The opportunity presents itself when walking past the gym at an ungodly hour. You both didn't sleep well, so you aren't surprised to see him in there. You walk in quietly and watch him for a moment, worrying your lip between your teeth as he grunts with each rep.

"Hi," you say quietly.

He stops and turns to you. "Hello." He hesitates but only shakes his head and turns away again.

"What are you doing up?" you ask.

"You know the answer to that," he says without turning around. You walk into his line of vision.

"I couldn't sleep either," you tell him. "Can we talk?"

"About what?" he asks, but you know that he knows.

"About the fact that one little mistake I made has you treating me like shit," you say a little angrier than you wanted.

"It was not a little mistake," he say, breathing heavily. He stands and walks away from you.

"Talk to me." You jog to catch up to him and block his path.

"No."

You look around for something, anything to stop him. "Spar?" That gets his attention. You walk over to the mat and wait for him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says even as he makes his way over.

"I'll be fine." You take off your hoodie.

"Remember to..."

"Go low," you say, "I know."

"Why are you doing this?" he asks.

"Because I want to. If you're this angry at me, then...let it out."

He freezes in place and glares at you. "Are you asking me to hurt you?"

You shrug. "I don't know what else I need to do to make you---"

He storms up to you. "You have lost your fucking mind," he snaps. "To think I would intentionally hurt you..." Suddenly, he grabs your face, smushing your cheeks. You only look at him.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

He lets your face go, only to grab your wrist and drag you out of the gym and down the hall. He opens the first door he sees, and it looks to be some sort of storage closet.

"What the hell?" You eye him angrily.

He takes a few deep breaths, his big hand on the closed door.

"You want to know why I am so angry with you?" he asks, still not looking at you.

"That would be nice," you say in a snappy tone.

"You compromised so much," he says, "All because you don't fucking listen."

"I know what I did, König! How long will you punish me for it?!" you shout. He claps a hand over your mouth and just stares at you. You look into his eyes, showing no fear. He drops his hand slowly and then pulls up his sniper hood before crushing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

"Mm!" you whimper, tucking your hands under his hood into his hair. You both begin stumbling around until your back finally hits a shelf. The things on it shift precariously, and you both pause. After a few breaths, he kisses you again, pushing his knee between your legs.

"You...are a bad girl," he says, his voice rougher than usual. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," you breathe.

"I think that is why I like you so much." His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. "I want you."

"You can have me, König..."

"Any way I want?" he asks, pushing himself against you.

"What do you mean?"

"I...I want to be so deep inside you that you never forget. I want to leave you pleasantly sore so that every time you move, you think of me."

"König," you moan.

"Not here," he says before opening the door slowly and looking out. Suddenly, he's pulling you along again, but this time it's to somewhere familiar—his room.

His room was always so inviting to you. It always smelled nice and was tidy. You usually had time to look around a sit for a while, but this time there was none of that.

As soon as the door is closed, he is on you, pressing so close it's like he's attached to you.

He pulls his sniper hood off in a hurry and swallows your gasp with a desperate, angry kiss. "Are you ready?" he asks, but your brain is so muddled that you're not sure how to answer. Suddenly, his hand is down the front of your pants.

"Ah!" you squeal as he walks you toward the bed, hand staying firmly in your pants. He only takes it out to get you on the bed and practically tears your pants and panties off. His fingers are on and in you in no time as he presses his forehead to yours.

"I'm going to take you," he whispers, "...but I don't want to hurt you."

"Just...do what you want, König..."

He hums happily, sliding himself between your legs to taste you. You can't remember the last time he did this to you, but it is happening now, and it is perfect. He still takes his time getting you ready despite being rushed and frantic.

He doesn't bother taking the rest of his clothes off, but just him having his face revealed to you is enough to make this intimate.

You help him get his belt and buttons undone before he pushes you back down and lifts one leg to his shoulder. You can feel the cool metal of his belt buckle against your too-hot skin.

"When was I inside you last?" he asks. He pushes into you slowly, and you both cry out. "Fuck...I want to stay inside you forever." With one deep thrust, he's entirely inside of you. Your toes curl and he chuckles.

"More! Harder!" you beg

"The Königin gets what she wants," he growls before grabbing your other leg. He grips your hips tightly before thrusting into you fast and hard.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" you cry. "Fuck me, König." You say it with the perfect accent, pushing him closer to the edge.

"How does it feel?" he asks.

"Amazing," you whimper.

He spreads your legs so he can lie between them now. You wrap them around his waist, and he continues fucking you into his mattress.

"On top," he grunts. "You...on top..." He grabs you and turns you with him, so you are riding him now. You try to keep the same pace. You can for a time, but when he sees you getting tired, he plants his feet flat on the mattress and begins thrusting up into you. Your eyes roll back and you throw your back.

"You look like a goddess," he murmurs. His thumb finds your clit, and he sits up to be closer to you. "Come for me." His calloused thumb rubs you firmly, and you cry out to him. "Yes, my love. Yes," he hisses.

Your fingers claw at his back and shoulders as he pumps into you. After a few more, he grunts loudly and groans your name. He rests his head on your breasts.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, moving his head just enough to look up into your eyes.

You shake your head. "No, König." You try to move off him, but he grabs you tighter.

"Nein...no...stay a little longer. Please?"

"Of course." You run your fingers through his hair, and he sighs.

A little longer turns into the rest of the night and when you wake up beside him, he's already smiling at you.

"Good morning," he says. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Look beautiful even as you sleep. Most people are...not so graceful when they sleep," he says, and you laugh.

"Do you want me to go so you can...shower and everything?" you ask. You both look down at your half-dressed bodies and laugh again.

"You don't have to leave. I was hoping we could do that together." He takes your hand in his and laces his fingers with yours.

"A shower sounds nice," you say, squeezing his hand.

[Masterlist]

[indristian]

Super specific austrian/german slang words/phrases for my König Headcanons

By an austrian for an austrian character

I feel like this is more for people who already know german, but I did my best to translate or explain the words anyway.

Dodl/Wappler/Kipferl/Lappen (all of them mean "idiot" and imply some sort of clumsiness. The first two don't really have a literal translation, but the third and the fourth translate to "(small) croissant" and "(wash/cleaning)cloth" respectively)

Sacklpicker (slang for "inmate", but most commonly referring to someone disrupting your plans. Could be used interchangeably with "asshole". It isn't really as strong as a word as asshole, like you could say it around children without getting reprimanded)

Teifl! (Lit. "Devil"; interjection meaning "damn it!")

Zefix! (Also meaning "Damn it!", comes from the word Kruzifix/crucifix)

Heilige Maria (und Josef)! (Lit. "Holy Mary (and Joseph)!"; interjection; pretty much just the austrian version of saying "Jesus!" or "Jesus Christ!" when surprised)

Gemma! ("Let's go!"; dialect for "gehen wir")

Gemmas an! ("Let's get (this) started!"; dialect for "gehen wir es an")

Bua/Bursch ("boy" or "young man")

Haberer/Hawerer ("man" or "guy"; very casual)

Mander/Manderleit ("men"; most commonly used when directly speaking to a group of men; example "Gemmas an, Mander!" "Let's get started, guys!")

Madl/Mädl/Gitsche/Menschin/Dirndl/Mötz/Dirn (all of them mean "girl" or "young woman"; not interchangeable with each other bc each word heavily implies dialects from certain regions in Austria "Madl/Mädl" being the most neutral)

Weibische ("woman", casual; depending on region either just a neutral way to say woman or kinda derogatory)

Watschn/Watsche ("slap")

Sich eine fangen ("(to) catch these hands")

Zipf mi nit an!/Geh mir nit aufn Geist! ("Don't annoy me!")

Halt die Goschn!/Halt's Maul! ("Shut up!"; lit. "Hold your mouth!")

Pfiat di!/Habidere! ("Goodbye!"; the first one is specifically saying bye to a single person, saying it to multiple persons would change it to "Pfiat eich!"; the second one literally translates to "have the honor")

Griaß di! ("Hello!"; lit. "I greet you (singular)", to make it plural change it to "Griaß eich!")

Servus!/Seas!/Servas! ("Hello!" and "Goodbye!")

Bim (slang for "tram", apparently for the sound it makes instead of honking)

Tschigg/Tschick ("cigarette" or "cigarettes")

Bussi/Busserl ("kiss" or "peck"; example: "Soll i dir a Bussi drauf gebn?" "Should I kiss it better?")

Bist derisch!? ("Are (you) deaf!?")

Ja no na nit! (Very sarcastic response to something super obvious)

Ja, eh! ("Yeah, duh!")

Extrawurst (Lit. a type of thinly sliced sausage; a person needing special treatment)

Fladern ("(to) steal")

Gschamig ("shy"; example "Was bist'n so gschamig?" "Why are you being so shy?")

Habschi/Hapschi ("Loverboy")

Gspusi (genderneutral "lover" or "affair")

Piefke (is what we more or less lovingly call Germans)

Ge, jetz hea auf zum raunzen! ("Now, stop complaining/whining already!")

Schiach ("ugly" or generally not good; something can taste, look or feel "schiach")

Fesch ("gorgeous"; referring to people, their attributes or their clothing; example: "Heut schaust fesch aus!" "You're looking good today!")

Heisl/Häusl ("outhouse" or "toilet")

Chefität(en) ("Chef" in german means "boss"; "Chefität" is someone superior to your job position and "Chefitäten" is just the plural; if someone were to complain about a stupid rule some superior implemented they'd say something like "Na, da habn sich die Chefitäten mal wieder was eingebildet!" "Well, the superiors thought they did something there")

Gendarm/Gendarmerie/Kiberer/Kiwara ("policeman" or "police"; the first two are kind of old words and almost only used by people that are like 35+ y/o or children playing "Räuber und Gendarm"/"cops and robbers")

Wallischer (This one's kinda very specific to the region I'm from and means "Italian")

Sesselreiten (Lit. "riding a chair"; balancing on the two back legs of a chair)

Schau zu, dass Land gewinnst! (Lit. "See, that you win land!"; meaning "Scram!")

Notgroschen ("emergency fund"; "Not" meaning "emergency" and "Groschen" being the old Austrian currency)

Mahlzeit! (Lit. "meal time"; kinda like "Bon Appétit"; something we say at lunchtime, when we are eating or when we see someone eating; sometimes we also use it when we something really gross, implying it's so gross we lost our appetite)

If you want to use any of these, but aren't sure on how to use them correctly for a fic or something, please don't be afraid to ask me. I don't bite.

Same goes for general german translations, please don't use google translate

[ladyaislinn-dark]

Wien contra Tirol

eine nicht ganz ernst zu nehmende Gegenüberstellung

Wien: etwas Besseres für manche Bewohner, weil Bundeshauptstadt; für Nichteingesessene, vor allem Piefkes: charmant, raunzend bis morbide; Kaffeehauskultur mit Hang zum Nostalgischen. Monarchistisch angehaucht, weinselige Schrammel und Heurigen-Liebhaber, Sehenswürdigkeiten bis zur Vergasung, viele Fiaker und Fußballer (vom Wiener Sportverein). Apfelstrudel, Kaiserschmarren, Sachertorte, Wiener Schnitzel.

Tirol: Hochgebirgler in der "Provinz" mit teils unverständlicher Aussprache. Bockig, unromantisch, wortkarg, hochkatholisch, Kirchen- und Gasthaus-Geher; mit urigen Faschings- und sonstigen Bräuchen (Blasmusikkapellen) Jodelnde, freiheitsliebende Widerstandskämpfer (Andreas Hofer!), zur Launenhaftigkeit neigend (wie das Wetter: Föhn!). Skifahrer (Kitzbühel!) und Bergsteiger, viele Gipfelkreuze. Speckknödel, Gröstl, Kaspressknödel, Kiachl. Beide Städte mit Unis und bester medizinischer Versorgung gesegnet, ganz ohne Sarkasmus! Sollte man sich für keines der beiden Bundesländer entscheiden können: Alternativ: Auswanderung nach München. Meine persönliche Präferenz =)

von G.B. Bowman aka LadyAislinn *Überlebenskunst* 🖤

[quecksilvereyes]

shoutout to the customer who called me a "fucking piefke" today for the great crime of. helping her navigate our homepage.

im not even german. ma'am.

[yourfavesufferedmorethanjesus]

do you hate germans?

Ja, obviously. Scheiß Piefke.

[salvadorbonaparte]

One good thing about (probably) not moving to Austria is that I'd probably get bullied for being a Piefke

[thecgbros]

A CGI 3D Short Film: "Things In Jars" - by ESMA | TheCGBros

TheCGBros Presents "Things In Jars" - by ESMA - Finn, a teen who goes on a visit to his grandmother’s house for his birthday, finds himself entangled in an unexpected adventure along with his grandma, Fionna. Together they’ll have to overcome every challenge while remembering what it was to be a team. For more information, please see the details and links below: 

TEAM: Réalisateurs / directors: Maëlle Gressé-Denois, Haruthai Marchand, Kianna Molino, Gwendoline Moscato, Ana Belén Negrete Jacome, Quentin Piefke, Matilda Vial and Yuewan Zhou Musique / music:  Laurent Vang & David Escudero Voix / Voices: Angela Kent, Hylan Kaczmarek, Mark Kaczmarek Chanteurs / singers: Laurent Vang, Nolwenn Guéhenneux Son / sound: José Vicente, Yoann Poncet, Mickaël Merrheim - STUDIO DES AVIATEURS

[beppothebadger]

While trying to figure out whether or not I'd be using offensive language on another post (I hope I didn't, please forgive me, I don't talk in English, let alone in American spaces, regularly), I've stumbled upon an actual list of slurs on Wikipedia. (If you are sensitive to hearing slurs, maybe don't click.) It helps with not using slurs by accident.

While scanning through, I've found one that I can actually provide more detail on (it's inaccurate).

It's the Austrian slur "Piefke" for Germans, and the Bavarian slur "Preiss" for other Germans.

This is historic information. And the comparison is imbalanced.

Today, "Preiss" literally is any other German, as referred to in the southern half of Bavaria. It has such a strong exclusionist effect that as a German who is non-native to Bavaria, I'm considered a foreigner here. Also, this is the actual parallel to "Piefke".

If used ironically, "Preiss" can mean any non-Bavarian, including non-European. The intent is to say that all non-Bavarians are equally irrelevant, so they all get named after the most annoying outsiders there are.

To be referred to as "Saupreiss" (sow-Prussian) usually requires particularly arrogant behavior, or a strong culture that may be German, but not Bavarian. This one is usually reserved for other Germans.

And it has a twin in Austrian German: the "Oarsch-Piefke" (butt-Piefke) with similar limitations and implications.

The reverse is "Schluchtenscheißer" ("gorge pooper"), or "Schluchti" for short, referring to the very alpine geography in Austria, and implying uncivilized manners.

[jarry]

Der Mann, der "Kottan", "Mundl" und die "Piefke-Saga" ermöglichte - Streaming & TV - derStandard.at › Etat

[prayermill]

Der Begriff "Piefke" wird häufig in Österreich verwendet, um Menschen aus Deutschland zu bezeichnen. Die genaue Herkunft des Begriffs ist nicht eindeutig geklärt, aber es gibt verschiedene Theorien und Vermutungen.

Eine Theorie besagt, dass der Begriff auf den deutschen Bauingenieur Karl Friedrich Piefke zurückgeht, der im 19. Jahrhundert als Militärmusiker im österreichischen Kaiserreich tätig war. Piefke dirigierte eine Militärkapelle, die für ihre präzise und strenge Spielweise bekannt war. Angeblich wurden Deutsche als "Piefkes" bezeichnet, weil sie ähnlich "korinthenkackerisch" oder pedantisch waren.

Eine andere Theorie deutet darauf hin, dass der Begriff von der Schlacht bei Königgrätz im Jahr 1866 stammt. In dieser Schlacht kämpfte das preußische Heer gegen das österreichische Heer und erzielte einen beeindruckenden Sieg. Der preußische General Helmuth von Moltke wurde wegen seines entscheidenden strategischen Beitrags zur Schlacht als "Schlachten-Piefke" bezeichnet. Dieser Begriff konnte dann auf Deutsche im Allgemeinen übertragen werden.

Es ist wichtig zu beachten, dass der Begriff "Piefke" oft mit einem gewissen Humor, aber auch mit einem gewissen Vorurteil und Stereoptyen verwendet wird. Gleichzeitig wird er in verschiedenen Regionen und Kontexten unterschiedlich verstanden. Es ist daher wichtig, den Ausdruck mit Respekt und Vorsicht zu verwenden, um andere Menschen nicht zu beleidigen.

[michaelcosio]

The Königgrätz March, also known as Der Königgrätzer or Der Königgrätzer Marsch, is one of the most famous German military marches, composed in 1866 by Johann Gottfried Piefke in commemoration of the Battle of Königgrätz, the decisive battle of the Austro-Prussian War, in which the Kingdom of Prussia defeated the Austrian Empire.