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lokisremainingsanity · 1 month

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This is literally how imagine reader and könig's dynamic 😭😭

@charliemwrites

Part 2 of Pathetic Stalker Konig and Rabid Reader!! (Calling them rabid might seem like a misnomer, and maybe it is, but there’s a reason for it)

I’m trying something new with the writing style and the reader’s characterization.

CW: mean-ish reader, under-negotiated kink but nothing crazy or dangerous, some spice

Konig is not there in the morning.

He’s left a note, messy chicken scratch saying that he had to leave for work. There’s also a plate of breakfast, your coffee just the way you like, and all the other dishes washed and put away. Further inspection reveals that he washed the blankets you presume he slept with and the towel he used to dry after his shower.

You consider all of this. Then open your phone and order a few sets of men’s clothes, double-large.

It’s two weeks before you see Konig again.

You walk through the door to find him perched on the couch, both hands squeezed between his knees. Instead of a mask this time, he’s wearing a hood - or… a cut up t-shirt beneath a bike helmet. Christ.

He still won’t look you in the eye.

“How did you get in?”

Without a word, he holds up a silver key, comically tiny in his big hand. His shoulders hunch.

“Is that a copy or a spare?”

“Copy of the spare.”

His voice, you notice now, is unexpectedly high for a man of his stature. That height and breadth, you would imagine something deep and rumbling. But the higher tenor is almost endearing.

“I don’t have enough ingredients to cook for you.” You kick your shoes off, sigh when you notice he’s not left his at the door. “Tomorrow is—“

“Grocery day. I know. I would… pay for dinner.”

You arch your eyebrows, strolling closer. He twists a bit to face you, but keeps his head ducked.

“If you would like,” he adds quickly.

Huh.

“Fine. You’re eating with me.”

That finally gets his head up, eyes big inside that stupid hood. “I am?”

“I said it, didn’t I?” You scoff, turning for the kitchen. “Go shower, you stink.”

You pick a random menu out of a drawer, find something of interest, and place it through the delivery app. Then stride to the bathroom and twist the door open without knocking.

Konig yelps something, you figure it’s German. You wait for him to get the soap out of his eyes.

“Pick a meal and put in your card,” you say. “And don’t get my phone wet.”

He frowns a little, reaching carefully past your arm to wipe his hands off on a towel. Then accepts the phone. You lean against the wall, eyes roving over his pouty face and shivery body. He’s getting hard again.

You start undressing.

“Okie dokie, it should be — sheisse, what are you—?”

“Showering.”

“But I am in here!”

You step in as he crowds himself into a corner, like touching you is poison. In any other instance it would be. At this moment, you’re caught between annoyance and amusement.

“It’s my shower.”

“You could have waited, couldn’t you?”

You stare at him, blank and unimpressed. Your fingers twitch at your sides. “For my own fucking shower.”

“I-I mean…” his gaze drops down, then quickly away. “I am sorry, I just do not want to…”

You step closer, right into his personal space, a hairsbreadth between you. Watch him sink just a little lower, even as he twists his face away with an embarrassed slant to his scarred mouth. He’s so fucking red.

“You don’t want to what?” you demand. “You can stalk me for the better part of a year but can’t look at me naked if I know about it?”

He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. Still rock hard.

“Can’t share water even though it’s probably making me smell worse?”

“No, no I am sorry,” he gasps, covering his face. “I did not mean to… please, I am sorry.”

You pause, watching his expression, his twitching and flushed cock. There’s a fine tremble in his hands that itches at a mean, usually quiet part of you.

When you take a step back, he seems almost conflicted. Like he wants to be relieved but is also devastated that you’ve shown mercy.

“Get on your knees.”

A gutted sound ricochets off the tile walls. Pearly white ropes splatter across the side of the tub and down Konig’s thighs. His knees hit the floor with a painful thunk as he gasps, ragged and uneven.

“I-I am sorry,” he wheezes.

You hum. “Don’t be. You did as you were told.”

He shudders. Then, slowly, picks his head up. You will say this — the glassy, dazed look in his eye is quite fetching. You think you might prefer it to that skittish flicker. He’s staring at your face now, mouth parted.

“I’m going to step aside so you can get your hair wet. Then I’ll wash it for you,” you explain, simple and even. “Don’t reach for me.”

“Yes, miss. I-I know not to touch you.”

You hum and step aside, letting water spray over his mousy brown hair. He drops his chin, runs his fingers through the dripping strands. When you step in again, he tips his head up again. You squeeze a dollop of shampoo into your palm and start scrubbing, ignoring the deep and obvious way he inhales.

It’s quiet, almost but not quite peaceful. You don’t mind it.

When you step away for him to rinse, you see that his dick is hard again.

“You can grind on my leg while I wash off,” you tell him.

His eyes get so big and hopeful. You really don’t understand it, this obsession with another person. Clinging to every word and allowance you give him. It’s… strange. Almost makes you uneasy. But… not entirely unpleasant. Just foreign.

You keep one leg in place while he rubs up against it like a dog, hips jerking in rough little increments. Trying not to throw you off balance, you suspect. How thoughtful.

You find you like the noises he makes. The soft gasps, desperate grunts, bitten off groans. And it’s so warm. Silky.

He makes the smart decision not to cum on you, instead aiming it all at the floor while he whimpers into your thigh. You allow it because you think he’d fall over and bust his head otherwise.

When you turn to rinse your cunt, you’re almost surprised to find you’re wet. Not that you have any intention of doing something about it. Not yet, at least. But an interesting turn of events nonetheless.

Konig spends the night again.

And then again.

He makes breakfast every morning and cleans up in the evenings. Always whines if you interrupt his showers - though he gets quiet when you don’t. Only ever wears the clothes you bought him, and keeps his face uncovered.

He still follows you everywhere - only now it’s openly, and much closer than before. You don’t mind the company. Sometimes he talks, sometimes he doesn’t. You don’t push him either way, but you listen when he does speak, and it makes his eyes light up whenever you prompt him to continue a half-finished thought.

You expected to grow weary within a week. That maybe he’d be enjoyable in doses, but not as a constant. That you’d value your peace and solitude more. But for such a large man, he’s got a way of making himself unobtrusive. There without being overbearing. Ironically, you think of house mice - but at least Konig is tidier.

It also helps that he’s never pushy. Doesn’t even approach the boundaries you’ve set, never mind test them. You don’t feel tense, aren’t constantly waiting for him to misstep.

Eventually you get sick of him sleeping on the too-small couch. You don’t want him in your bed (yet?) though, and you don’t have a guest room.

You figure a mattress on the floor will work for the time being. Offer him some options on your phone while the two of you watch TV one night. When he sheepishly hands your phone back, he’s picked out a huge dog bed instead.

You shrug and buy it.

When it comes in, he stumblingly asks if it can go in your room. You figure if this is some sort of trick you’ll just kill him, so you agree.

He sleeps peacefully at night, snoring softly and curled up with your oldest blankets. Nods off before you usually, in fact. Such a strange man. You didn’t mind it before, but you’re actually starting to like it.

Then one day you buy a new pair of boots. Shiny and black, embroidered with snakes You saw them in a shop window and bought them on a whim.

You’re wearing them around the house while the tread is still clean, trying to break them in. Don’t even realize that Konig is preoccupied with them until you’re cooking in the kitchen. He shuffles to your side on his knees, that familiar mix of shame and hope in his expression.

“Hm?” You ask when he doesn’t speak.

“Would you… would you step on me?”

You pause in surprise. But then remember that he’s a nervous man and you’re intrigued enough by this request that you don’t want him to rescind it out of panic.

“Step on you?” You repeat. “In my boots?”

“Bitte.”

You hum, eye him askance as you stir sauce. “Where? How hard?”

The lack of immediate “no” makes him perk up a bit, tips of his ears blushing pink.

“Anywhere,” he answers quickly, “however hard you want.”

He’s hard (he’s always hard) in his joggers. You wonder…

“Is this a thing you enjoy?”

He tilts his head, brows furrowed in confusion. You suppose the answer should be obvious if he’s asking for it.

“Sexually, I mean,” you clarify, pouring wine into the pan. “You get pleasure from being stepped on.”

He shuffles a bit. You shoot him a look, more interested in his reactions than cooking. But whatever expression you’re making has him settling, hands flattening on his thick thighs. His broad chest expands with a confident breath.

“Not just anyone. I would enjoy you stepping on me,” he explains. “And it’s not all sexual. Some of it is — what’s the word, being… under?”

You hum, considering. You’re no sex fiend for sure. But you listen, you hear things, you have friends that happily over share and you appreciate their candor.

“Submission?” You offer.

He lights up. “Submission. Submit. Yes!”

Oh. It’s starting to make more sense now… possibly. Another piece to this puzzle you didn’t realize you’re working on.

“Alright. Two minutes.”

You finish adding ingredients to the sauce, setting the burner on low and placing a lid over the pan. The chicken is already waiting, seasoned and lying on a sheet. You slide it into the oven, set a timer, and nod for Konig to follow.

“Where do you want to do this?” you ask.

“The living room, miss.”

He calls you that often as well, most often in the shower, when you’ve told him to do something, or you’re allowing him into new metaphorical territory. Now you recognize why.

He sheds his shirt and joggers when he reaches a spot he deems acceptable. Folds them neatly and sets them aside. You watch all of this with curious eyes, noting and filing away details of this unexpected ritual.

He settles again in that same position from the kitchen. His boxers are tight with arousal, but for once he’s keeping his eyes on you.

You take a step forward, watching his muscles tense beneath the skin without breaking posture. Take another, measure the anticipation on his face.

Then lift your foot and press the entirety of it against his thigh.

His eyelids flutter, mouth parting to exhale a soft, shuddering breath. You press harder; he audibly swallows.

You let up enough to reposition, get the heel against the meat of his femoris and dig in. He gasps, fingers twitching. After a count of five seconds you let up, considering the deep red mark left behind. Pretty.

You nudge his knees apart with the toe of your shoe. Brace the heel on the ground and lean the sole in against his inner thigh, like stepping on a pedal. The rubber tread drags on the tender skin, but it makes him whimper and his cock throb, so you think it must be good.

You let up again, taking in his flushed face, the beads of sweat beginning to form along his hairline. Then the way he’s panting like he’s run a marathon, chest expanding and collapsing rapidly. On impulse, you plant your boot against his chest and shove.

He goes down like nothing.

You keep your foot right there, leaning your weight into it until he whines. There are tears gathering in his eyes, but he’s bucking his hips up into the air. Conflicting responses, you start to let up.

“Nein, nein bitte!” He blinks dazedly, you can practically see him dragging English words from the fog in his mind. “It feels good, please don’t leave, miss.”

You rock your weight back and forth there, working imprint into the flesh because you think he’ll like it.

“This is the only time these will be clean enough to go on your face,” you inform him. Even then, a part of you thinks they shouldn’t. But the way he scrabbles helplessly against the floor, half-formed words spilling from his lips…

You walk around to the side of him, eyes flickering over his features. Eased the arch down on his cheek, the sole squishing his nose sideways just a bit. Maintain that weight and pressure for a count of three before you see his jaw move.

And then he’s shouting roughly, spine snapping into a sharp arch. A dark spot blooms across his underwear and expands rapidly.

You blink. Wait until he’s collapsed again before standing on both feet again.

“Did you lick my boot?” You ask, curious and a little amused.

He nods. “Sorry, I did not ask permission…”

You hum. He didn’t. “I didn’t tell you to. Do you need anything? I have to check on dinner.”

He shakes his head dopily. You huff softly.

“Stay here. I’ll be back with water.”

While you stir the sauce, you open up a few websites for later reading.

#hot stuff #pathetic stalker konig #cod #luv this piece #legend of korra #Eska #Bolin #konig cod

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lokisremainingsanity · 2 months

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more bunny hybrid interactions with könig? does she get separation anxiety when he's away? what happens when he comes back? I'll take anythingggg

nsfw mdni :))

— You were just a social little hybrid :(

It really wasn't your fault you cried this much when he was away, he was just so cruel, having to "go work" and "fight in a war". Was it code for leaving you? You were mated to König after all, which meant he expected some form of attachment issues with you. Especially since you were his only sweet little hybrid with no other mate to spoil you in grooming and cuddles.

The moment he left, your days were filled with your tears puddling on his side of the bed, sobbing as you snuggled into his blankets and pillows for his sweet musk. And of course, just the sheer scent was enough to put you in heat, alternating between crying and touching your drooling cunt from all the neglect :( It really wasn't your fault that his scent faded so fast, replaced by the scent of your own sweat and juices.

Occasionally he would have the free time to call you, which was just a very long conversation filled with your sniffling huffs ranting about that fucking dog hybrid outside that barks at you, or how much you miss him and the pillows already lost his scent and it's his fault. Which of course König would listen to while in his bed, smiling to himself knowing you were just horny and pissed off <3

Somehow those calls would turn out into you whining to him about how much your cunt missed him, and how you were in heat and it was just so difficult for you without him. He would honestly have to fight back at a laugh at how whiny you were, seemingly always horny for his cock </3

But he would convince you to calm down with his gentle croons. Encouraging you to "get it all out now while he was still here". And you would absolutely cry the most pathetic moans as your fingers couldn't possibly match the sensation of his weeping cock in your little hole. Meanwhile König rubbed himself an achingly amount, relishing the texture of your panties that he took with him. He was such a pervert :(

The session would only end after you were all tired from trying to make yourself cum, passing out from exhaustion with your sweet little breaths sounding in his ears. König staying a little longer on the phone just so he could milk himself a little more of his own cum.

And when he finally returned to his bitchy little bunny he would present her with the loveliest flowers and fruit arrangement, happily spoiling you to a hand feeding session <3 You sitting on his lap and getting a proper whiff of your favorite man.

tagging: @yandere-kokeshi

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lokisremainingsanity · 4 months

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Second-Hand

Bucky: Oh God, Steve, I felt second-hand embarrassment from that.

Bucky: And I don’t even have a second hand.

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lokisremainingsanity · 4 months

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soappup

This was inspired by this post by @sunshine-and-moonshine

content: John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, reader is his superior, crushes and feelings, fluff and some horniness, he lick the kitty hehe

~ava!🍓

The men at the 141 base got glimpses of a new womanly figure around, but never a full picture. They had questions as to who this new mysterious person on their base was, but they never got answers, until Price finally formally introduced you.

You stood with perfect posture and a serious expression with a hint of a smirk as you observed all the men.

"This is your new superior, who was our former arms weaponry trader and military tech researcher, Major Y/N Quest."

"Good morning, boys, it's a treat to be working with you."

You operated the base smoothly, and your reputation demanded respect. You had a few young rebels that were always needed to put straight, whether it be mowing the front base lawn with scissors, with every grass blade cut at a specific angle and height, or using buckets to empty the pool while it was raining. But beyond that, you also noticed someone who was always on top of each task you gave him. Ghost also noticed Soap's infatuation with you, and teased him about it the next time they were together.

"You got a crush, Johnny?" he interrupted his staring session at you.

"Wh-what?"

"You fancy Major over there don'tcha?"

"Oi, you feeling funny now, you boggin gowk? I ain't got no crush" he defensively crossed his arms.

"I'm simply stating a fact."

"Shut yer trap, Ghost."

Truth is, he was the first person to be at your service whenever you needed one, just because he liked you. A knock at your office door made your head turn up from your paperwork.

"Come in"

Soap came strolling in with some files in his hands.

"uh Major.. I got the intel ye' wanted printed out, I can send a digital copy as well if that-"

"The autospy records? You already got a hold of them?

"Yes"

"Goodness, Soap how'd you do it?" You got up and walked towards him, and he let you take a look at them."

Soap stood silently, enjoying your satisfaction.

"That's a job well done, thank you darling." As he bashfully looks down, you absentmindedly ruffled his hair as well.

"Ah thank you, ts nothin'" He felt like a schoolgirl having a crush on his teacher.

When he left your office, he went straight to the mess hall and started rambling to Ghost about his interaction with you. At this point, there was no denying the crush he had on you.

"She did that alright. I felt like a schoolgirl Ghost, oh my gosh. She called me darling. I'm her darling ya hear?!"

Ghost stared at the Scottish man who was no longer the Scottish man he knew.

"You know what that means, Ghost?!"

".. What?"

"I fucking won. I shall die a happy man."

Ghost didn't understand what he was saying but that didn't matter to Soap anyway.

A few months of Soap's undying affection for you passed and at this point, EVERYONE on base knew he was your favorite. The touches, eye contact, and smiles between you were strictly for him. On one mission where you all were at a safe house, you decided to sleep on the couch in the living room rather than share a room with the men. You woke up from your slumber when you heard lazy footsteps and a looming shadow over you. You slowly blinked your eyes and saw Soap with sad tired eyes looking down at you.

"Johnny? Darling what are you doing here?" you squinted your eyes at him in confusion.

"I got cold :( "

"... that woke you up?"

"mhmm"

*sighh* "C'mere then darling, can't have you freezing up tonight can we?"

You rolled over onto your back and he plopped his body right on top of yours, with his face snuggled into the warmth of breasts.

"sanks youu mmm" he was out like a baby.

The rest of the guys woke up to an interesting sight that shouldn't have surprised them anyway. There you lay with your hands holding Soap's head while he snored on the cushion of your chest. His hands wrapped firmly around your waist as if you were a Teddy.

"You gonna wake up him?" Gaz spoke up first.

"Not a chance." Ghost replied. The two glanced towards Price next.

"Now don't look at me. Get him up somehow, Captain's order." And he walked out.

nOW things were getting interesting. You didn't know when the lines of professionalism blurred as Soap kept bringing it intel or files you needed, but somehow it's gone from pets of affection to Soap kneeled in between your legs-

"Ah fuckkk that's it, good pup you are. Holy shiiiit Johnny do that again AHH" His tongue was lapping at your wet cunt without any pattern or rhythm. You let him grind against your boot to relieve himself a little, but he was still going feral. Tight wet circles were made by his tongue on your clit and your legs started to shake.

"ohhh ohh my god I'm close, yessss ugh just like that honey- OHH"

One of your hands left the armchair and went to grab at his mohawk as you grinded against his tongue through your orgasm.

You slumped on your chair and your face faced upwards to the ceiling as you caught your breath. He stopped licking but his face was still next to your cunt and he was panting like a dog. You opened your eyes and looked down at him, he literally looked like he had his tail wagging and was waiting for your praise like you would for a dog after doing a trick.

"Did.. did I do good?" He asked when you said nothing for a little too long for him.

"Oh you idiot." You laughed and rubbed your hands over his head once more.

"Darling you did wonderful, you never cease to fail me."

He laid his chin on your lap and smiled up at you as you kept petting him.

"Anything for you m'lady"

Now one thing you did not consider before continuing this little secret ya'll had going on behind your office doors was the possibility of literally training Soap to get turned on. Petting him in public was not out of the ordinary to anyone else. But what slowly happened is that you've now conditioned him into getting hard whenever you pet his head. You have literally classically conditioned Johnny to have a reaction every time you stimulated him by touching his head.

Holy shit

That's your reaction when you realize what you've done. Now you stand in front of a flustered and hard Johnny that can't seem to explain what's going on.

"m'sorryyy, im really sorry I don't know wh-"

"Shhh calm down Darling." you stood chest to chest with him to help him hide his erection. To anyone else, you looked like you were chatting about a secretive mission. You looked around and saw an escape for both of you.

"Just follow me, m'kay? You're alright."

You two manage to get to the bathroom at the end of a hall where no soul is present. You quickly pushed him in and you followed right behind. The sigh you let out from relief stressed him out even more.

"Please don't be mad at me, I didn't mean to, swear it! I-"

"I'm not mad at you Johnny." You looked at him sternly to shut him up. "If anything, it would be my fault..." your eyes softened as you looked at the poor man.

"Let's get you relieved, yeah?" Your voice lowered with your hand that left his shoulders to unbuckle his pants. He said nothing and watched as you pulled down his garments to free his leaking hard cock. "Please ma'am, I'm going insane now" He whined when you stared a little too long.

"Sorry, sorry"

Your hands gripped his cock and you pumped him from tip to base, and when you got back up your thumbs swirled at his leaking opening. "Ah shite-"

His hips started thrusting up into your hands unapologetically, and you let him. You rotated your hands and tightened them around his length to pleasure him more.

"Fuckkkk 'm close... Oh gosh Bonnie that's pe'fect... ughhh"

He groaned and tilted his head to the crook of your neck and you could hear his panting against your ear get more strained and whiney.

"Ah fuck 'm comingg, im coming im, ohhh yess"

His cock twitched as ropes of cum shot out and painted your uniform. You let him take his time and he held you waist and stayed in the crook of your neck while you slowly caressed his head.

"Feeling okay there, darling?"

"Mmmhmmm"

You chuckled at his childish response and you tried to gently coax him away to clean up.

"don' wanna move yet."

"We can't stay here all day Johnny"

"but Bonnieee"

"Johnnyyy" you equally whined.

"Tell you what, I'll reward you later at my office if you help me get cleaned up right now. That sound like a fair deal?"

"Yes ma'am." and he jumped at the tissues.

Classical conditioning and now more positive reinforcement? You're sure you fucked up but you could now care less

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we can make out in the dark if you reblog luv youu 🥰

#cod fanfic #cod smut #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish smut

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lokisremainingsanity · 5 months

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batfam incorrect quotes

(everyone on patrol)

Tim: Is you LGB cuz yo gun pink?

Jason *glaring through his helmet*: I do not own a pink gun.

Tim: You sure? Cuz-

Jason: I never had a pink gun and Iwon'teverhaveapink-

Damian: Denial and defensiveness... Hmm.. He's lying. He has a pink gun.

Jason *screaming in static*: NO I DO NOT-

Y/N: Yes you do.

"...."

Jason: How the fuck would you know-

Y/N: I'm literally your supplier Jason tf

#batfam #batfam x you #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam headcanons #batfam shenanigans #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #tim drake #damian wayne #crack

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lokisremainingsanity · 5 months

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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lokisremainingsanity · 6 months

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real.

i love man thighs

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lokisremainingsanity · 6 months

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what if

König was Batman... he's all masked in black like him...

and reader and König have a BatCat relationship where he's chasing her down for being a bad girl and-

#konig x reader #questionable content #welcome to ava's late night thoughts

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lokisremainingsanity · 6 months

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Something

content: bimbo!reader x moonknight, smut, top reader, sub marc, sub steven

"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink!"

~ava!🍓

Your alarm went off near your queen-sized bed, ringing a cute tone that resonated in your huge bedroom. Ever the energetic one, you sprung up and pushed the heavy fluffy fleece blanket off of you and stopped the alarm. You looked over your bed and noticed your sweethearts weren't there.

"Hmm.. They must have come home late last night.." you pouted

Usually, you'd drag them into your room and make them sleep with you. If it was Steven fronting, then that wasn't much of a struggle, he would never reject cuddling with you. Marc, however, was not easily convinced to sleep in your all-pink (with the exception of white and some lilacs) decorated and furnished room. You two had a bit of an argument just a few days ago about that...

"Look, Y/N, I love you, but that color blinds my eyes. I mean I'm gonna start dreaming in pink if I sleep there!"

"I mean... I do dream in pink.." you wandered off.. "But that's not a terrible thing if you do too! Please Marrrrrccc... pretty please with a pink CHANEL CHANCE EAU TENDRE ON THE TOP PLEASEE"

Your manicured hands made their way to his neck as you held him close. Of course, with your hands so close, he could smell the strawberry vanilla Victoria's Secret lotion you rubbed on yourself religiously. Your cute doe eyes and lashes fluttered as you tried to sway him.. just this time.

"please?"

He grunted.

"I'm asking nicely sugar. You know I wouldn't force you but-"

"You tied me with your Hello Kitty ascot to your bed last time-"

You figure moved off him in offense with a scoff, and you put your hands on your hips as you held your head high in defense

"That was only a means to an end-"

"How is holding me hostage in your bed a-"

A manicured finger pushed against his lips

"tututut shhhhh, this conversation is over."

That's when you walked away with your attitude to your room and ranted to your dolls about how men have the audacity to think they're right and you're wrong while doing your nightly skincare routine.

You figured that Marc was the last person fronting after their nightly vigilante business so they must have gone to bed in their room. After you freshened up and brushed your hair out you went running to the boy's room.

"Good morning Sunshine!"

"Love?" Steven groaned out as he squinted his eyes at a blurry pink figure.. you in your tight crop top, mini skirt, and stockings with a bow on the top of your ponytail.

You strolled over to him and jumped right next to him. "Helloo~ I missed you Stevie so *SMOOCH* so *SMOOCH* much *SMOOCH*" you gave him a kiss with every word as you held his jaw and pointed his lips, and he welcomed every single one. "Aw I missed you too Lovie" he laughed and pulled you into his lap while sitting up against the headboard. Your fingers trailed slowly down his jaw to his neck, then his amazingly toned body. Steven laid his head on top of yours and shut his eyes while rubbing your thighs, just staying there to appreciate your weight on him. "My beautiful darling, you feel amazing, could stay here forever..."

"I appreciate the compliment honey, but that will not happen now, you have work! Now get up now because you'll be late otherwise!"

"yes love :( " Steven reluctantly got up with you.

"You know where to meet me" you seductively whispered in his ear before leaving his room giggling happily.

"Hmm.. pink heart or pink bow?" Cue Steven walking opening your door 20 minutes later then closing it behind him. "I..I'm here" he stood in front of the door while he saw you bent over an open pink drawer, looking through your collection of buttplugs.

Yes.

Buttplugs.

You had a treasured pink jeweled collection with various shapes, and every morning you'd put a new one in Steven.

"OOOH! This one's a lip-kiss shape! I put the kitty paw one in you last time, yes?"

"mhmm"

"Then lip-kiss it is! Are you ready honey?"

"Yes... lovie, always ready for you"

"Good boy, now, bend over" You pointed your finger to your pink bed and went around to get behind Steven. He had his full museum uniform on, and you pulled his pants and boxers down altogether.

"Sucha pretty ass, Stevie, all f'me.. all mine." You whispered the dirty words while cupping and rubbing his soft bum but to Steven, they sounded like the words of an angel.

"yesss, I'm yours. Put it in me, please? Mark me yours today" his voice was already shaking.

"Oh? Really?" you asked in a soft but excited tone.

"Yes, please do it"

"Your wish is my command!"

Your hands opened up his bum for you, and you could see his cute star twitching already. Your finger gently circled it, watching it desperately trying to suck you in. After a little playing around with Steven's hole, you decided to finally put the plug right it.

"ohhh thank you, thank you~" he gasped out.

"Oh, don't thank me yet Sugar"

You quickly got up and went back to the drawer, and then you finally got what Steven was asking for, a heart-shaped paddle.

You situated yourself behind him and rubbed your hands over his ass one more time.

"All because you asked..." your smile brightened.

One.. two.. three...

10 spanks later and heart-shaped bruises decorated his ass.

"There you go pretty baby, now you're all ready."

You pulled his pants back normally and helped him up since his legs already got weak from what you've done to him. Steven buried his face in your neck while muffling again "Thank you, I love you"

"I love you too, Stevie. Now c'mon, breakfast is ready, we can eat on the way to your work.

"W-wha? Who's driving and when did you make-"

"Cedric made it for us... and of course he's driving silly." You booped his nose while dragging him downstairs of your mansion. Oh yeah, Cedric, the butler. The boys still haven't gotten used to that part of your lifestyle yet either.

You had a run through town, going shopping for more cute lingerie and more variations of platform heels. You can't ever have too much, can you? You came back home and decided to relax with face masks and curlers in your hair while watching 2000s movies til your sweethearts came back home. Hours passed and soon enough, Cedric dropped off Steven and you rushed to him.

"Hello love- oof" You jumped right into his arms and snuggled into his chest. You lifted your head up and smiled up at him "How was work?"

"Not bad, Donna's been a bit less of a-"

"bother."

"Bitch?"

"...."

"Bitch works too."

You two giggle like idiots while still in each other's embrace.

"C'mon now, dinner's ready, I'm sure my poor baby is starving" "Yes Ma'am."

You two head to your big dining room where Steven had you sit on his lap while you two fed each other.

"-but she got mad when I said that so that daft woman said she'd have me fired?! Just for that!"

"Oh she did not." You gasped out.

It was a routine thing to have Steven tell you all the gossip that happens within the walls of his workplace, which provides perfect bonding time before the boys have to leave again.

"It's not like I hate her, really, but she didn't have to be so extra about my- Steven?" You noticed he zoned out for just a second.

"Ahh.. sorry love, but Marc said it's time to go now. Really sorry."

Of course he had to interrupt while you were talking.

"Oh. No that's okay." You got off his lap and Steven looked at you in pity

"You can continue after we come back, I'd love to hear the rest of it." He told you as he hugged you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"mhmm," you answered him absentmindedly.

"Stay safe."

Once his job for the night was over, Marc opened the window of their bedroom slowly and slipped in quietly. As he turned his back to shut the window, he summoned the suit armor off. He turned around in just his boxers and froze.

"Hey sugar" your sweet voice called out while you sat in his bed with your legs crossed in your pink lingerie set and stockings.

"Uhh, hi.. um wh-what are you doing here...?" His tense body language switched to a nervous mess.

"I can't wait for my handsome man in his bed now?"

"I-no I mean-"

"Come to bed Marc." You ordered him.

He slowly walked to the foot of the bed, and you pointed to the pillows where you wanted him.

Your soft hands pushed against his hard chest to lay him down as you straddled him.

"You've been a bad boy, Marc..."

Your eyes trail down his body where you can see the outline of his cock become more prominent in his boxers. Then they came back up to lock with his eyes.

"Do you agree? Hmm?"

He weakly nodded but your hand held his chin while you ordered him

"Use your words baby."

"Yes," he whimpered, "I've been a bad boy"

"Well, I'm sure it makes perfect sense to punish you. You need to be put back in your place honey. I mean c'mon, insulting my room, fighting with me then interrupting my story?"

"mmhmm, punish me however you want.. i-i deserve it."

You smirked as your hands collected his and you pulled a fabric from behind your back.m

A pink velvet ascot.

Marc's eyes widened slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll have you all tied up and pretty for me. This time, you won't get out." It was obvious how evilly you took pleasure from this.

It was hot, seeing his big hands tied up with the pink fabric while he pathetically looked up at you.

You leaned down, your lips kissing the edge of his. He tried to catch yours but you wouldn't let him. You trailed down his neck and pecs, sucking hickies and licking them after. By the time your lips made contact with Marc's abs, his body was shaking and both his dick and abs were clenching.

"please"

"Oh look who's begging now." You wanted to laugh at his broken voice.

Marc's legs spread immediately after you pulled his boxers off.

You kneeled down and nuzzled his juicy thighs. "You're such a manwhore, Marc. It's so hot." You whispered against his skin.

Marc moaned loudly just to prove your point further. His back arched as you licked and bit at his thighs.

"please please please-"

You suddenly kneeled up and looked down at him, his whole figure now covered in red hickeys and shining with your lipgloss and spit.

Deciding it was enough teasing for now, you went back down and took his tip in your mouth.

"ohhh fuck Y/N"

Your mouth suctioned around his dick, while your hands went down to press against the buttplug still in him. His whole body jerked and Marc whimpered as he adjusted his hips up to let you play with his hole as you liked.

You slowly took out the plug, and you spit on his gaping hole, watching it twitch over nothing. Going back to suck his cock, your fingers now entered him and you fingered him as he shook above you.

"Fuck fuck fuck right there yesss-" Marc's voice cracked and he started crying as he felt his orgasm coming.

"Oh yeah baby? That's your sweet spot right there hmm?" Your fingers pressed against it harder just to tease.

"YES UGH"

Right as Marc was about to orgasm, you pulled your mouth and fingers off him and left him twitching and crying in disappointment.

"Why-why the hell-"

"You didn't think I'd let you off that easy did you?"

"Oh c'mon I was so close Y/N" he whined.

"You're gonna stay still, I'm not done with you." And with that, you got up and left the room, Marc's eyes on your swaying hips til you were out of his field of vision. You quickly ran to your room and opened your beloved toy drawer once more, and this time got your favorite pink vibrator out. Oh Marc's gonna love this

When you came back, you were a little worried to hear whimpers coming from Marc.

"Hey hey, I'm back now baby. No need to cry" You brushed his tears off. "I didn't know you'd come back..." "I wouldn't be that cruel to you Marc." Marc looked at your hands his eyes furrowed, "Is that a-"

"Yep!"

You took your position between his legs again and turned on the vibrator.

"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink" You smirked.

The second the vibrator touched his dick Marc was wailing and twitching. "Fuck Oh shit I-fuuuck" he gasped out, the sensations overwhelming him. Your fingers went back down to his whole, and you massaged his prostate intensely even as his feet started kicking.

"s'too much, god, I'm close please Y/N, oh my- fuck"

"That's it baby" you didn't take off the vibrator as his dick twitched wildly with the rest of his body. Marc's eyes rolled back the same way they would when he was summoning the ritual armor. Long ropes of cum shot out of his cock all over his chest. You gave him a little mercy and took away the vibrator to use your hands to massage his clenched balls this time.

"You look so pretty like this, let it all out for me sugar..." you whispered in awe. After the last of the cum that was in his balls spurt out, his body slumped and his cock lay limply on his stomach. You kneeled over him, slowly licking the mess he made of himself while Marc sighed and shut his eyes. "You did really good for me, that's my good boy" he finally got his kiss on the lips, but he was too tired to even hold you all he could do was pout his lips for you.

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So this juicy post was dedicated to @cosmicblogs

I hope I got the reader's characterization right!

also an ascot is this fabric you tie around neck, like the one barbie wore in the movie!

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Moonknight system getting in trouble

content: just scenarios of Steven, Marc, and Jake with their girlfriend, a boss woman who loves them very much, slight angst with comfort, and drinking

~ava!🍓

I like to imagine the moonboys being with their lover, who's extremely mother-like. She's always taking care of them, worrying about them, defending them, and overall just as protective as a lioness over her cubs. Whenever one of them causes trouble though, she'll appropriately punish them. The days that "Ms Grant" is mad (at Steven) she'll go easy on him because he's too soft for her to scold harshly.

"Steven, this is the third time you've forgotten your lunch at home."

You stood there in your suit with your hand on your hip, looking at him sternly as you held his fully packed lunchbox you made him this morning in the other hand.

Steven was surprised you actually came to drop it off right at his cubical in the break room, since you had a booked day of meetings today. He felt terrible, that he was probably taking up your only break of the day.

"I- I'm so sorry, lovie-" He walked to you shamefully as he tried to apologize.

"That's the same thing you said last time, and the time before it. I did not come all the way through busy Piccadilly street here for an apology." You still were talking in your work voice, the business woman voice that showed you meant business. Steven's hot face reddened and his knees almost buckled from your authoritative voice.

"I..um.. I-" He started stammering under your gaze, and you came closer to him and held his face. He still looked down at the floor in shame, until you told him "Steven, look at me.". He looks up at you with slightly wet eyes.

"I came here for a promise from you. I am only upset because I care about you, you know that right? I don't want my baby skipping his lunch especially if I made it. This is so you learn next time not to do it again, okay honey? Promise me that. " You baby-talked him and looked at him with only a mother's care in your eyes.

"y-yes. I understand lovie. I won't do it again. I promise."

And that's how Steven got off with Ms. Grant's wrath easily. Marc on the other hand...

He came back from his nightly routine of serving the Egyptian Moon God to an empty apartment. He saw things.. that triggered unwanted memories. Of course, instead of waiting for you to come back and help him, he decides to indulge in old coping habits: Drinking.

So that's how you came home from a busy day at work to an immensely drunken Marc Spector. He lays on your couch with an almost full alcohol bottle, with plenty of empty ones at his feet. He's slouched and just as he tips his head back to take another sip the bottle is swiped away from him.

"Marc! What is this?!" you hiss lowly at him as you point to the trashed floor with the bottle.

He doesn't even say anything, he just looks at you with hooded eyes.

"Just stay where you are."

You go put the bottle away in the kitchen and return with a breathalyzer. Standing in front of him with it, you gently take his chin, "Open." and he does just as you say. As you wait for the number to pop up, you take notice of his disheveled appearance, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes. Something bad must have happened for him to relapse this bad.

0 . 1 6 m g / L

The breathalyzer reads.

"Holy shit, Marc.", he has you worried. Urgently, you get the biggest glass of water for Marc. He tried to refuse, his head moving away, but you wouldn't budge your hand on his chin. Even in his drunken state, he understood you were serious. After he drank enough, you helped him to the bed, much more comfortable than the couch.

You lay with him and brushed his hair, trying to comfort him as he stared blankly at the wall. Eventually, he finally shut his eyes and you followed right after.

The next morning, it was Marc who woke up first. His raging headache wouldn't let him get any more sleep. He raised his head slowly and with squinting eyes he surveyed the room. Then he saw you, right under him, sleeping in your suit.

Shit

He felt even more horrible, as if the pulsing headache moved to his chest. He must've kept you occupied the second you came back. You didn't deserve that. Suddenly tears started to form in his eyes just as they did the night before. He felt useless.

At the first sniffle you hear, you instantly wake up. Marc is sitting slouched on the side of the bed with his hands on his face.

"Marc, habibi.." you get up to put your hand on his back.

"Are you okay? What happened? Do you need asprin? Let me get you some pain reliever-"

"No" his voice is rough and scratchy from crying.

You stop and look at him blankly.

"No?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to burden you like this. I've done enough. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Marc"

You wrap your arms around him and he leans into you.

"You're not a burden to me Habibi. Don't ever think that. What you did yesterday, it wasn't right. You were doing so good without the alcohol."

You brushed his hair out of his face and gazed into his sad eyes. "I'm here for you. Anytime you feel bad about something, just tell me. Wait for me and I'll be with you and we can figure it out together okay?"

He sniffles and nods his head slightly. "Good, now I'm going to get you some painkillers. We're throwing away all the alcohol in this household." (household.. or mansionhold?)

No drinks are allowed to go through your doors for the next year, and you make Marc take consistent therapy sessions again to help with his troubles. It doesn't sound like a punishment, at least to you. It's just a necessary measure to monitor your love's health. Marc though, thinks it's completely unnecessary. But can he go against your word? No, the answer is no.

Compared to "Ms. Grant" and "Ms. Spector", "Ms. Lockely" is the harshest. And for good reason too.

Jake is the most stubborn of the three. You love him very much, but sometimes, he's really a jackass. Pardon the language. He can be a sweetheart when he wants to be, or an exhaustion when you need to put him in his place.

This whole week has been a mess, with delayed meetings that messed up your entire schedule, and employees getting sick with the flu season so you're understaffed. You finally come home early on Friday, and you're hoping for some massage(or head), from Steven probably. Except when you do get through the front door, you're met with a mess on the floors. Mud footprints on the floor. Shoes that are thrown instead of on the rack.

What the hell?

You feel the irritation from the morning rise up again. You walk further in and collapse your sore body onto the couch. Cracking your neck, you move your head in a few circles. Then you open your eyes and catch something. Dark little circles on the armrest. With a closer look, you realize they're cigarette marks.

Throwing the shoes around?

Smoking inside?

BURNING YOUR COUCH?

Someone might get butchered tonight.

"Hola bebita!" Jake strolls into the living room and leans over to kiss you. That's when you get a whiff of that distinct cigar smell. You lean back to miss his lips.

"Jake?"

"Yes, amor?" He asks confused.

"Did you smoke under my roof?"

...

Silence ensues.

"Ah but amor the smell is not here anymore-"

"Forget the smell, Lockely. You burned my couch." Your voice may have been eerily even, but your eyes showed how much rage you had.

"It's oka-"

"Lockely, you RUINED my house with mud and cigarette marks! YOU THINK I WANTED TO COME HOME TO ORGANIZE THE TRASHED FLOOR-"

"But eh.. the cleaning is a woman's job anyway, no?" he tried to jest in the middle of your rant.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

Misogyny is absolutely not tolerated under Ms. Lockely's roof.

So guess who had to sleep on the couch that night.

Guess whose limo got towed off your property that night?

Guess whose bank account got frozen so they couldn't pay the fee to get their limo back?

Guess who had to help cook and clean in the female-led kitchen the next time you organized a gala?

That's right.

Jake Lockely did.

And he never dared utter such words again. And you were proud your punishment set him straight. Did you regret it? No. Would you do it again if you had to? Definitely.

And that's how the Moonboy's girlfriend mothered them all.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes! This post looks like a white facebook soccer mom's blog but this is awesome y'all thanks 😋🫶

~ava!🍓

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Steven Grant - Pegging

summary: After a good date, Steven's girlfriend treats him well.

~ ava!🍓

Content: Pegging, femdom, sub steven, voyeurism

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The windows in his flat have already fogged up, the smell of pure sweat and sex filled Steven's flat. He didn't think today's date was going to end like this; him on all fours in his bed with his girlfriend pegging the hell out of him.

"Fuuuuck" he gasped out. His hands almost gave up on him, so he repositioned on his elbows. The arch on his back deepened, and you almost came right there. You weren't the only one enjoying the sight though.

Marc and Jake looked through the cute heart mirror on the wall, one you gifted Steven on one of your first dates. They were shocked for one, Steven really bagged a bad femdom girlfriend, and second, she fucked good. Their pants tightened and oh they just wished they weren't trapped in the mirrors right now.

If it wasn't obvious from how loud Steven was crying out in pleasure how good he was getting fucked, it was the swift and strong movement of your hips thrusting in and out of his asshole.

"You're being so good, taking my cock like a good boy, let me hear you baby"

You were confident and precise, snapping up to his sweet spot that has him mewling under you. Sweat covered both of you, and the sounds of skin slapping had only gotten louder. The strap you brought wasn't cheap at all; good material, and a thick and long shape you knew would rub Steven in all the right places inside. Oh yeah, and the other cool feature-

The strap rubbed against your clit while you thrusted, and you were both getting close.

"Y..Y/N.. fuck I'm getting close.. oh love pleaseeeee im gonna cum im gonna-"

He whined beautifully as you tugged on his cock under him without stopping your drilling into his ass. Right as he started spurting him cum, you came squirting.

"Steven baby- oh fuck"

Your squirt didn't go wasted like it would with a normal strap. Your fluids sprayed through your dick right into Steven. At the feeling of your cum being ejected into him, his whole body officially buckled.

"Ooooh my days" his body kept twitching as he laid flat on the bed and you were collapsed right on top him, slowly thrusting shallowly in him. You placed light kisses and bites on his back and neck as you continued the slow assault on his poor prostate.

"I- I can't love, please, its too much, oh my gosh I love you" he whined mindlessly like a baby under you. "I love you too Steven." You laughed against his shoulder blade. "That's why I'm going to treat you again. Okay? Just lay there like a good boy and I'll take care of you hmm?" you whispered sweetly in his ear. "yes mommy" His voiced now small and whimpery as your hips continued to move against his.

"mmmmimcloseagainnnn"

"Let it out for me baby" you rubbed his hips lovingly. When he did come again, he became so overstimulated he went limp under you. You pulled out of him slowly, and cleaned him up. Once you did lay back in bed, he cuddled up against you and sleep overtook you both. Marc and Jake would probably feel the soreness from the hella good railing Steven got tomorrow, but he really couldn't care less.

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Relax

summary: Helping König unwind after a long day

~ ava!🍓

Content: Smut, thighs hell yeah, handjob, blowjob, sub König, aftercare and praise

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You were busy typing away another report on your laptop when König finally came back. The door of your shared room opened and your military hunk of a man walked right in.

"König, honey, I was starting to miss you." You smiled from your place on the bed. You could see the crinkle of his eyes under his hood as he strode over to you smiling. He quickly threw off the hood, moved your laptop from your lap, and plopped himself there instead.

"I missed you the second I left, Meine Liebe.." his voice came out muffled as he snuggled more into your thighs. A ping came from your computer, another email notification popped on the top of the screen. You let out a sigh as you moved your hands to check what most likely was an incompetent co-worker had to ask.

Your hand didn't reach far though.

König's large hand barely extended out to hold yours. You look down at him, and you see the literal 6'10'' jacked military-killing machine in your lap turn into an oversized puppy who thinks he's a lapdog. König's eyes grow bigger like does and you can see the almost innocent twinkle in his blues.

"Just me, pay attention to me... please Schatz?" He desperately asks.

How could you possibly deny him?

"Of course, honey" you sweetly tell him as you hold his face gently. He nuzzles into your hand, and you love how responsive he is to the simplest of touches. Your other hand starts to brush through his hair, and you can see him breathe in and let out a long breath, physically relaxing even more and melting to your love touches. But that's just not enough, is it? You wanted to make him forget about whatever stresses he had through his day, you wanted not only to relax him, but please him so much he'd be too high on cloud nine to think about anything else but you. Your hands slowly went down to his shoulder blades and massaged the knots out of them, and his hands went around your waist to hold you even closer. He drew little hearts on your lower back while letting out pleased hums when you worked out the worst of the knots. Of course, he'd occasionally stop your hands working on his neck and back to put them on his head when you forgot to give him head pats and run your fingers through his scalp.

Your König likes his headpats.

After a while, you take a stop. "Honey? You still here?" You asked, trying to figure out if he's dozed off head first in your thighs.

"Mhmmm"

Good, he hasn't passed out from suffocation yet.

"Roll over, I have more for you baby."

His head perks up like a pup being asked if he wants to go to the park. Obediently, he lets go of you to lay on his back. You start to strip most of his uniform, which you have no trouble doing now that you've become familiar with undressing him ;)

He's simply in his boxers now, leaving you to see his beautifully built body and face. You move to sit between his thick tree log thighs, and run your hands over them lightly. You let a small smile appear on your lips as you feel his legs already start trembling and his pupils dilate even more.

"You want this?"

"Da, please Liebe" he says immediately.

"Good boy, I'll treat you so good..."

He knew that.

You crawl over his body to leave your face above his. Your hands cup his cheek once again and this time he lets out a breathy whimper. He loves this, your shadow cast over him, strands of hair tickling his neck, with that sultry yet comforting look in your eyes. You break eye contact first to look at his pretty, plump lips. Your thumb hovers over them, slowly grazing them. König opens his lips wider to take your thumb in his mouth. That's what you love about him. You don't need to waste your breath to tell him to do things he knows, he just will.

You let out a sigh as he licks the pad of your thumb and sucks with just a little pressure. "Aw, you're just perfect, love" you whisper to him, and you could see his heart leap just from his eyes. You take your thumb out and kiss him finally, with strong passion and heat. Lips locked, tongues clashing, oxygen forgotten. He takes your intensity well, reciprocating perfectly. When you finally let go of him, you look down to see his lips even more plump and wet. Satisfied, you crawl just a little back to come to the next stop, his neck.

You start to kiss all over his neck, and he can't help but let out all the whimpers that fall from his lips. It's his most sensitive spot, he's never had anyone touch him there, and not even the sun's rays have the pleasure to do so. You have your fun with him by blowing on the wet kisses just to see him tremble and shiver. Once you start sucking on his pulse, he's finally lost it. His back arches, and his eyes close shut as he lets out a loud moan.

"Schatz please, don't tease... I can't take it"

"Yes, you will honey. You always take it like a good boy, yeah? I'll take my time with you now" It's your tone that shuts him up. While you keep sucking on his neck and collarbones, he bunches up the sheets in his hands at the sides to ground himself.

Once you're satisfied with how you've painted his neck in hickies, you continue downwards, kissing and licking his sculpted muscles. After your face is right above his now-hard crotch, you look up at him to see his desperate hot face, and his biceps flexed and bulging from how much he's been grasping at the sheets.

"I want you to relax, König... let go for me."

"Okay, I can do that for you."

You smile at him as he loosens his tense muscles, "Good boy"

He bashfully blushes at the praise like it's the first time he's been called that. The wet spot in his boxers starts to spread out even more, and his cock twitches at both the praise and your face just inches away from where he needs you.

You put your chin onto your folded hands with a smirk and look back at him again. "Say it."

"I want you- need you Liebe, please. Please just touch me" he begs you. You decide to mercifully pull his boxers off him, and his hard fat cock springs out and taps your cheek. You take it in your hand and give him strong stokes, and your hand slides easily with how wet he became.

"You're leaking, so so much. My gosh you're desperate tonight."

You comment as he moves his hips to rock up into your hand. You take both your hands on top of each other to stroke his entire length, and more precum drips onto them. Unable to resist the look of his pink tip glistening, you lick the next drop of precum right off. Of course, you can't stop now. You suck at his tip like it's a pacifier, and König's back arches so far up you think he'll break it.

"Aghh fuck... I love that, please, give me more" He mindlessly moans out loud.

His wish is your command, so you start to take more of his thick cock down your throat, and once you reach the bottom, you hold your breath just for a bit and come back up. You deepthroat him more after you recover from the gasping, and you run your tongue all over him as if you're making out with his dick. You cup his balls this time as you take all of him again. You love the feel of having his meaty cock filling your throat to please him. As you slightly massage his full balls, König's legs start shaking. His whimpers have only gotten louder, and once you see his abs tense, you know his load's coming.

"Ahh Scheisse oh shit I'm-"

He gets cut off by his own moans as you suction even harder on him and he cums like crazy. You let him finish his high in the warmth of your mouth and continue massaging his tensed balls. You only come up after he almost crushed your head with his strong muscled thighs from overstimulation. A breathy laugh leaves you as you try to get as much air back in. His hands cover his eyes and his body goes slack as he also tries to regain his breath. Just as he seems to have gotten his bearings, you slap his dick and balls and he jumps in shock.

"Y/N!" he yelps out with wide eyes.

"Okay, okay no more jokes," you laugh out. "Just wait here love."

You get up to get some cold water and pretzels for König. After you've wiped him down, you lay against the headboard and have him lay against your chest while you let him drink. Once you're satisfied with how much he's drunk, you let him eat his favorite pretzels while he lays his head on your warm chest.

"Thank you, Schatz" he sleepily mumbled. "I love you, pretty boy."

And that's how the night ended, you whispering praises to him and holding his head as he dozed off, in his safe place. You.

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