#tinker.types

[tinkertea]

mdni

god, i'm salivating at the thought of thick könig, big muscular thighs and a chunky muscular stomach. he isn't toned like a model, for beauty - no, he's toned like a soldier, like a war machine. dark hairs are covering his belly, a thick hairy trail leading you down between his legs.

the way he'd indulge your admiration of his strength, flex his biceps for you, making you gasp each time in excitement. but you're particularly fond of his legs. he's so tall, so strong. the muscles of his thighs are well defined and the way he oh so deliciously flexes them while making you grind on them has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

god, he loves being covered in your slick, feeling your arousel coating him. könig's obsessed with making you use him, he loves being your toy - yet he doesn't seem to shut up, always grunting, big hands on your hips, guiding you. "fuck, that's it, keep using me. make yourself feel good on me, c'mon. wanna feel you cum on me like the pathetic little thing you are. y'know i won't fuck you otherwise, be good. no need to pout at me."

[tinkertea]

MINORS DNI

FEEL GOOD

i've developed a fully fledged kink for men who wear masks, send help

synopsis: you make your boyfriend feel good after gym. pairing: könig x fem!reader warning: heavy petting; swearing category: smut word count: 814

He was sitting comfortably on the couch, his muscular legs spread wide enough so you could sit between them, his arms behind his head. It was ridiculous how good he looked, half-lidded eyes locked at you, watching your every move. His dark blonde hair was messy but you liked it, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if suppressing a smirk at the way you were admiring him. No longer was your undivided attention making him nervous, no longer was he questioning whether you found his scars repelling. He knew you barely noticed them, rather focusing on the freckles, on his eyes, on him.

“You look good”, his smooth voice broke the silence. You knew he was right and König knew how lucky he was to have you sitting obediently in front of him, breasts almost spilling out of the black lace bra you had put on just for him. Your fingers were leisurely drawing patterns on his legs as your eyes met his. 

“D’you wanna touch me?”

You nodded, licking your lips at the thought of having your boyfriend at your mercy. He slightly tilted his head at you. “Go on then, Schöne. Make me feel good.”

You didn’t waste time and started to get him out of his training shorts that he had still been wearing. Your mouth watered at his muscular thighs – for some reason you had always found them particularly attractive, whether it was the way they flexed when he was fucking you in a hard but steady rythm or the way they felt when your barely clothed cunt was rutting against them. 

He was wearing grey boxers, a dark wet patch showed off just the effect you had on him. How could he ever deny how blessed he was by having such a gorgeous thing all for himself? Of course he got turned on by the way you greeted him impatiently at the door after he’d finally returned from the gym, your body clad in the black lace, your voice sweet like honey when you’d asked him “Do you like it, König? Bought it just for you” as you gently led him to the couch.

It was a silly question, really. You could tell by the outline of his growing member, by the way his pupils dilated, how his tongue darted out to wet his pink lips - he loved it. 

The groan he let out as you put your mouth on him - only separated by the fabric of his underwear - had you squeeze your thighs together but you were determined. He could feel your hot breath, your lips trying to suck through the fabric. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, more, more. There could never be enough of you.

König felt your lips turn into a smile, you were so cruel, enjoying his demise, his exterior cracking beneath your touch just like this. He had to press his eyes shut as need became a lump in his throat. “Fuck, scheiße, bi- please,” his voice jumped an octave higher.

It was tough to suppress a moan when his cock sprung free, you longed to feel the weight of him on your tongue, to taste him. It was addicting – how he melted beneath your touch, how his face was scrunched up when you hadn’t even done anything yet to warrant such a response. You were addicted to the power he allowed you to have in these rare moments, you were addicted to how he laid his vulnerability bare in front of you.

“I’ll make you feel good, my king, I promise,” you almost purred before licking from base to the top, following the prominent vein on the underside, getting him nice and slick, before licking the pre-cum off the beautiful pink tip. His breath hitched when you licked his slit, König’s hand roaming through your hair like it had a mind of its own before you gently took in your own and placed it on his knee. 

“Be good, my king,” you mumbled against his soft skin, taking as much as you could into your mouth. While your one hand held his fingers tight as you struggled with his length, your other toyed with his balls the way you knew he liked it. The moan that escaped him was enough to confirm this knowledge. “Fuck, fühlt sich das gut an,” he mumbled beneath his breath, his emerald eyes trained on you again. 

He couldn’t miss out on the magic unfolding in front of him. Though his arousal clouded his mind, he couldn’t help but notice how you squeezed your thighs, how your eyes were dark with lust as you enjoyed the taste of him. He was sure that by now you were seeping through the thin lace thong onto the hardwood floor. He didn’t mind one bit, he’d make you lick it clean later – before he’d feast on you himself.

[tinkertea]

got my period and am now scouting the vast wastelands of the internet looking for some sweet, sweet sfw könig fluff okay. yes i know he could break me in half, yes i'm aware he is anxious and there's so much angst potential but where are the fics that are only about him getting up early during his time off to get a head start on some housework and when he finally returns to the bedroom to check on you, he finds you all pouty and whimpery because you've got cramps.

of course he's scrambling to get you painkillers! of course he's getting you a hot-water bottle and makes sure it's perfectly temperatured to you won't burn yourself! of course you're spending the whole day huddled up on the couch, lying on his big chest, engulfed in his strong arms while watching tv. he's gently stroking your hair and placing sweet kisses on your forehead. sometimes you'll doze off, sometimes you'll whine because there's another cramp. soft murmurs of "ich weiß, baby, ich weiß" as he strokes your back and holds you tight while you bury your face in his neck, feeling his warmth and his steady heartbeat underneath your fingertips.

[tinkertea]

mdni

someone talk to me abt big beefy könig who has such a mean grip on your hips while you're on top of him. he's sure to leave bruises on your skin while fucking up into you at a punishing pace i-

[tinkertea]

m d n i

könig is so confused but also immensely turned on when you first bite him, the impression of your teeth clearly marking him as yours while your lips greedily whisper mine mine mine against his inner thighs. he's shaking and so anxious to be good for you, to not touch -- his fingers are digging deep into the mattress as to not take your face and just push it to where he needs it most. he knows the reward will be so much sweeter of he's good and listens to you, plays your little game and obeys your rules although it takes all his strength to do so.

[tinkertea]

whenever könig feels like a failure he likes to punish himself -- a remnant from his youth truly.

his methods may have changed over the years but this still holds true. you'll notice the change in him. he's absent-minded and cold. he doesn't spare you a glance, he's silent and you don't see him again for the better part of the day. when you do seek him out he's silent, not aggressive, not mean, he's simply not there. his eyes stare into nothingness and it's as if he's staring right through you. when you try touching him, reaching out to him to offer him comfort, he turns away.

that's his punishment - he's undeserving of your love, your affections, your time. he's a monster. he's unworthy of love. and soon you will realise it too and leave. it's what he deserves. his punishment is pushing you away, refusing himself to accept the love you so willingly offer. his thoughts are spiralling until his head aches and eyes burn with unshed tears.

[tinkertea]

sometimes könig is trapped in flashbacks.

it doesn't happen nearly as often as it could considering his extensive military career and the trauma he has witnessed throughout the years. however, sometimes the scenes from the battlefield follow him home.

könig doesn't like to use kortac's offered therapy. not necessarily because he deems it unworthy or silly but rather because he deems himself unworthy. if you're able to take a life, you might as well live with the blood on your hands. instead he has worked out a method to ground himself when the screams of his fellow soldiers ring in his ear in the sanctuary of your shared home: holding you, feeling the warmth of your skin seep into his fingertips, feeling the softness of your skin give in.

sometimes he holds you so tight you fear you'll break beneath his touch. he holds you to tight your skin bruises -- it gives him a sense of control. he loves the shades of green and blue that are showing on your skin. it reminds him that this is real, you are real and with him.

don't worry, he will kiss it better afterwards and use his tongue to show you just how sorry he is for causing you such discomfort

[tinkertea]

going with könig to a fun fair as a first date and pointing at the biggest (ugliest) teddy bear at the shooting gallery, telling him with a toothy grin "that one! can you get me that one, please?"

(you didn't think he could do it, that gigantic plushy costs so many points and he wouldn't be allowed to miss even a single shot if he were to get it for you and --)

needless to say, you're going home with the bear in your arms while könig is beet red at your excitement and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much as you repeatedly thank him and call him your hero.

[tinkertea]

könig loves corny pet names, he's obsessed with you calling him bärchen -- if you're not german-speaking he loves the way you pronounce it, how the word seems so foreign in your mouth yet you insist on calling him that because you know it's his weak spot. he truly doesn't understand why so many people cringe at german - whether that'd be in day-to-day use, pet names or dirty talk (he's such a sweet oblivious gen x)

[tinkertea]

Princess's match

synopsis: your daughter decides to play matchmaker

pairing: ejp suna x single mom reader

warnings: none

category: fluff, crack

word count: 526

You loved your daughter, you truly did — unconditionally, from the bottom of your heart.

Ever since her father had left, she had been the apple of your eye and you’d tried to shield her from any disappointments. She was your princess and treated as such. She was curious and smart, steadily trying to grasp the concept of the world as a four-years old. She was outgoing, a ray of sunshine that hadn’t been dimmed down by the world and you hoped it would stay that way for as long as possible. But right now, you wished she would keep quiet for once or at the very least not blurt out every thought that entered her head.

“Right, mommy, he is a very pretty man,” your daughter exclaimed loud enough for the whole gymnasium to hear. Or at the very least loud enough for Suna Rintarou to hear – or impossibly overhear – who was currently signing a kids jersey for her. You felt your face heat up as his emerald eyes looked up at you, twinkling. Hopeful that a diplomatic answer would suffice, you replied, “I suppose so, darling.” Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case as your child turned to you with a seriousness written in her eyes that all children seem to get when stupid adults don't understand the importance of their statements. "No, mommy," your daughter said while grabbing your hand,"Look! He is pretty, like a prince!" 

You thought your head might just burst from all the blood rushing into your face. Though you'd never been a firm believer, you decided now might just be the time to begin praying. For a hole in the ground to swallow you whole, for example. There had to be God taking pity on you somewhere. 

"Yes, baby, he is quite handsome," you eventually agreed. Your child nodded, satisfied by your reply. "Handsome," she repeated. Suna was still looking at you, an amused smile was adorning his lips. While he handed your daughter her jersey, she spoke up again,"You are handsome, mister!" 

Your heart melted at the sincerity in her voice and the look he gave her, like every word she spoke was of high importance.

"And my mommy thinks you're pretty, too!" 

Your hand touched your cheek. Maybe you could regain your composure a little if you cooled your face down? Suna's gaze flickered at you again. It was unfair for a professional volleyball player to look this good. Especially with that grin on his face as he replied,"I think your mom is quite pretty, too."

He seemed to be better at choosing the answers your daughter demands, as she just replied with a toothy grin before clutching the jersey in one hand and grabbing your hand in the other. You quickly thanked him for the signature before heading off with your princess. "Mommy," she whisper-yelled after mere 2 steps,"The pretty man thinks you're pretty, too!"

You nodded along before taking the jersey from her hand so she wouldn't lose it before noticing 11 digits neatly written on the hem of the shirt along with the words "if the pretty mom wants to talk :)"

Bonus:

"Don't you think we should tell her?", his voice was low, almost a murmur, muffled against the sensitive skin of your neck where his face was buried. He smelled good, freshly out of the shower. Suna smelled like home.

"What," you replied, "So she'll stop gushing about – and I quote – the prettiest prince?"

"Shut up" 

You could peak his cheeks that were tinted red as he glanced up at you. Your fingers were softly playing with his silky hair. "Besides, she wouldn't believe the pretty prince has fallen in love with her mom out of all people."

"Well," Rin whispered against your skin, his warm breath tickling you slightly, "I've certainly found my princess in you, love."

[tinkertea]

playing volleyball on the nintendo switch with suna would be so much fun. him trying to figure out where to aim and getting annoyed bc 7/10 times it's not working. you who's just vibing. he'd be proud whenever you get a point, giving you a high five and telling you, "good job, babe"

[tinkertea]

anyways, suna loves it when you get your nails done, he things its sooo pretty and loves how your eyes shine when you get back from the salon and show him every 10 minutes. hes super invested too, loves helping you decide on motives and colours and will insist on paying for them. he also enjoys going to the salon with you if his schedule allows it. sets next to you and watched with an intense gaze and unreadable expression how they file your nails, apply the gel etc etc he especially loves when you massage his scalp while cuddling, loves it when he feels your nails lightly scratch his sensitive skin

[tinkertea]

matching rings

happy early valentine's day.

synopsis: you are obsessed with suna's rings. he's asking if you'd wear a pair of matching ones with him.

warnings: none.

category: fluff.

word count: 586

suna doesnt really consider himself a fashionable person, he doesn't read magazines on fashion or browse through stores with no end in sight. somehow he just ends up looking like himself, really. dressed in black, put together, casual enough so it's still comfortable.

in his opinion, the only detail on his outfits worth mentioning are his rings. they're silver and dainty, adorning his long fingers perfectly. they draw just enough attention without looking like too much.

he likes fiddling around with them when he's nervous - like on your first date together. he secretly twists and turns the metal around his fingers underneath the table as his heart flutters wildly in his chest whenever you laugh about one of his jokes or dry remarks. the restaurant he chose wasn’t really his usual go-to place but he'd do anything to indulge you. he wants to make sure that he tries everything in his power to be the knight in shining armor that you deserve. it's almost ridiculous even, you weren't his high school sweetheart and yet he still feels like a 16 years old boy again.

later he thinks the rings are a mentionable detail because you seem to love them so much. you love stealing them and pretending to wear them although they're too big for your fingers. instead he gives you his favourite ring so wear on a necklace. you treasure it, wearing it closely to your heart every day.

and again, his heart flutters like the wings if a butterfly, pride filling him whenever you make the necklace the centrepiece of your outfit; whenever the v-cut of your shirt offers a perfect view to the silver ring nestled on your chest or when you're wearing a turtleneck and metal catches the light just right to offer a glint. his friends try to tease him for the blush creeping on his face, for the bright smile that almost hurts but rin barely notices their feeble attempts.

it's an afternoon like any other, except that suna's free. no practices, no away games. you're both relishing this fact by spending the whole time on the couch. the weather is gloomy, the steady sound of the rain lulled both of you to sleep and woke you up again. you're nestled against suna's chest and listening to the steady badump badump of his heart. there's a silly romcom on the tv - one that rin loved but would never admit it. but his focus wasn't on the film, it was on you. your messy hair, the way your eyes were still slightly droopy from your previous nap. he could feel you play with one of his rings; it was silver like all his rings but a black band was decorating the middle.

"i love that ring especially," you sighed. it was quiet for a moment but somehow the steady sound of the raindrops hitting the window gave him the peace and calmness his fluttering heart lacked. he took a deep breath before his low voice broke the silence again.

"would you consider wearing matching rings with me?"

you looked up at him, brows creased in confusion. "what do you mean, rin?"

he carefully sat up with you. "what i mean when i ask if you'd wear matching rings with me is-," he turned around and you could hear the little drawer next to the couch that you used as a makeshift desk open. when rin turned around, a dark blue velvet box was resting in his hand,"will you marry me?"

[tinkertea]

no i will NEVER shut up about suna being an absolute sweetheart and certified simp, that man is not "cold-hearted" and "unaffected" AT ALL he is such a baby, whining about wanting kisses and attention and he will fucking drown you with affection in return. you think he will huff and puff if you ignore him because you're having a bad day? maybe NAH AH he fucking bear hugs you and kisses your face until you tell him what's been bothering you. i'm not joking when i tell you this man is 6'3" of pure fucking love for you and he will NOT be wasting any seconds by not showing you

[tinkertea]

to no avail.

synopsis: you are struggling to fall asleep. suna tries to help.

warnings: none, just boyfriend suna being an angel.

category: fluff.

word count: 783

"how is it possible that i could fall asleep every second of the day but as soon as my head hits the pillow i'm wide awake?", you complain for the what seems like hundredth time this week alone.

suna hums at that, understanding your struggle all too well since he was plagued by insomnia back in high school. he knows how exhausted you were from tossing and turning every night.

personally, he thinks it's your every day stress that keeps you awake, however, stressing about not being able to sleep obviously didn't seem to solve your problem. so he tries helping you ⎯⎯ in his own subtle way.

suna wants you to implement good sleep hygiene but he's not an idiot, he knows that if he'd tell you that straight up you'd just roll your eyes and huff about being a responsible adult. as if that makes the brightness if your phone's screen before going to sleep any better.

so he starts his mission slowly ⎯⎯ by making you a cup of lavender tea every evening at the same time. the herbal tea soothes you, you enjoy the smell of it and it also makes your heart skips a beat at how thoughtful you boyfriend is.

the next step of his master plan was to get you to write your worries down in a diary.

"that's just silly, rin" you are irritated by his request, making him sigh at your reaction. aren't you just ever the sceptic and know-it-all? "come on, love. at least give it a shot. i think it would really help you to leave your worries behind.", he replies. when you remain stubborn, he gets closer, tugging a stray piece of hair behind you ear.

his voice is a bit deeper now as he lets you in on a secret,"i do it, too. all the time actually. you know the black notebook i always carry? that's what it's about." your eyes widen in surprise at his confession and wander to the notebook he got for you. it is pretty, simple. the front is covered in your favourite colour with some pictures of plants decorating it. "fine", you say as you grab the book on the table,"i'll try it. for you." he smiles at that and nods. "for me", suna agrees.

his heart swells a little with pride when he checks in on you another night while he's still playing some video games and hears soft music play. it seems like it’s supposed to make you fall asleep. but even with just the bedroom door cracked open, your eyes still find him immediately. "been listening to this stupid playlist for an hour now",you grumble. "i'm sorry, baby",he replies,"just one more round with the boys and i'll come to you, okay?"

he spends almost every day pondering over what else might help you to fall asleep. but no matter what he comes up with, no matter what article he reads online about this issue  ⎯⎯ it all seems to be to no avail. only when it seems like you've tried every spotify playlist to fall asleep to does he have an epiphany.

the next evening he makes you maintain your new bed time routine - he brings you lavender tea, he watches you write in your diary, he even somehow convinced you to not check your phone for at least an hour before going to bed - yet when it's time for the playlist that's supposed to put you to sleep, he settles next to you instead with a book in hand. you raise your eyebrow at him but he just pats his chest for you to lay your head on and so you oblige.

the lamp on the night stand barely provides enough light to read you think but if suna has any trouble with it, he doesn't let you catch on. instead he quietly starts reading 'the hobbit' to you. his deep voice is soothing, calming. it's like silk as he brings tolkien's story to life.

he should have thought of this sooner he thinks to himself. it's one of his favourite books he read growing up and he even used to read it to his younger sister. after the first chapter, he glances at you. your eyes were closed, your breathing going slow and deep. your eyelashes cast long shadows on your cheeks in the dim light of the lamp on the night stand and suna takes a moment to admire you.

with the steady thumping of his heart on one ear and his rich voice lulling you to sleep on another, you didn't stand a chance of staying awake - even if you had wanted to.

[tinkertea]

ushijima was used to people looking up to him - literally. he was used to women oogling him, talking to their friends in hushed voices about how they'd wished he'd slam them the way he does the volleyball.

he never particularly cared about it though, keeping his stoic expression without sparing them a second glance.

however, he'd never get used to you looking up to him. he'll never get used to the way his cheeks heat up when you lean against his shoulder and look up to him with so much love, so much adoration in your eyes.

"is something wrong?", he'd ask.

and you'd shake your head slightly before reaching out with a hand to brush an imaginary strand of hair behind his ear.

"no, toshi", you'd say,"i just love you so. that's all."