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Vivi Winkler "Die neue Fitness-Queen" (MOTIVATIONSGYM) (FITNESSMUSIK) (MÄDCHENWORKOUT)
Vivi Winkler "Die neue Fitness-Queen" (MOTIVATIONSGYM) (FITNESSMUSIK) (MÄDCHENWORKOUT)
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older-boyfriend könig headcannons ...
cw: large age gap (20s-50s), corruption, superiority and authority kink.
older boyfriend!könig can be so horrible. since he's older, wiser, and much stronger with more experience under his belt, he believes he should have control and authority over your pleasure. any sex toys? thrown away, or hidden out of reach. call him ‘old-fashioned’, but he believes a man should always be in charge of your pleasure.
he especially enjoys corrupting you. during your first time together, he found himself achingly hard as he showed you how a real man would pleasure his girlfriend, not some silly college frat.
your cunt latching and clenching around his fat girth, your tits perky and nipples hardened with arousal. he fucked you ‘til he was aching and tired, watching his greedy girl bounce on his cock excitedly, becoming addicted to the experience könig had and how well he fucked you.
“aren’t you a sweetheart...” könig grunted lowly, his large hand thrown over his eyes as he dragged your hips back and forth lazily, letting you bounce on him as his back was getting sore and stiff. “scheiße, du bist so ein dummes mädchen, kleine maus. du bist so unerfahren…”
older boyfriend!könig who throat trains you. since you're so inexperienced and new to this stuff, könig took matters into his own hands. one large, calloused and scarred hand cupping the back of your head, pushing you down onto his leaking, drooling shaft, listening and degrading you for gagging so loudly.
“weak, my little bunny...” you whimper, cries muffled, your struggle evident as you push at his hips desperately through weeps and pain, tears running down your cheeks. you take his length so, so deep, that when könig wraps his hand around your throat, he can feel himself bulging out. he throws his head back with his breathing hot and exhausted, addicted to feel the feeling of your struggle and nervousness.
just relax, tilt your head back, and let the older gentleman ruin train your throat.
#orla speaks#tw: age gap#tw: age difference#the things i'd do for older boyfriend könig :( 💗💗#konig x you#konig x reader smut#konig x reader#konig x y/n#konig call of duty#konig smut#konig#könig x you#könig x reader#könig x y/n#könig#könig mw2
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|Bandages and Bruises| 18+
(ART NOT MINE.)
DTOnly_VL on Twitter is the artist!!
Warnings ; smut, smut with little plot, fem!reader, Dom!Konig, sub!reader, medic!reader, dacryphilia, name calling, swearing, mature themes, ect.
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In all honesty the situation had started so innocently, you were bandaging up a cut on your favorite patient, and you couldn't help but lightly trace in his forearm, the veins there were so prominent and just begging to be touched, you lightly smoothed the pad of your thumb over them, hoping he wouldn't notice. But he did.
And now your ass was pressed into the edge of your desk, and Konig's clothed cock had been grinding into you, making you gasp and stutter. "Konig! A-anyone could walk in." You gasped, trying to slightly push away, but his large hands kept you rooted in place. "Let them, they can see how pretty you look squirming on my cock like this, Hase." He spoke, slightly lifting up your black dress you always wore, as your doctors coat had long since been discarded on the floor beneath you two.
You gasped lightly as Konig felt your wetness, and sucked his teeth at you, finding you weren't wearing any underwear. "You hoped we'd end up like this, didn't you?" He chuckled. You nodded and whined as he massaged your clit, making a circle with his thumb as your mouth fell into an 'O' shape. "dreckiges Mädchen" he laughed, lifting you up and gently sitting you down onto the wood desk you'd been pressed up against.
You ignored the need to scurry away and at least lock the door, and titled your head back, feeling Konig bunch up your dress onto your hips and kiss your inner thighs. He teased around your throbbing heat and you whined desperately, trying to buck your hips to get his attention. He smiled up at you and slowly attached his lips to your cunt, sucking and lapping at it. You whined and cried out, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk beneath you.
He smiled into your cunt and slowly moved his tongue side to side, making you gasp and arch your back almost painfully. "Konig!" You gasped, your hands now gently grabbing onto his shoulders. This felt so dirty, he was still in his gear, helmet and everything and your cunt was bare and weeping for him. He moved his tongue in slow circles, making your legs shake and your moans more high pitched as you felt your first of many orgasms approach. "that's it, Hase." He cooed, massing your clit with his thumb while he still licked at your dripping hole.
Your back arched hard as you felt the coil in your stomach snap, and you let out a desperate moan, your legs had been placed on Konig's shoulders so he could get a better angle as he licked you clean, despite your moaning and whining he still focused his tongue at your clit, determined to make you cum at least once more. "I'm gonna use a finger or two, ja?" He asked, as you nodded and opened your legs further for him.
He gently removed his gloves, and lubricated his finger with his spit before gently shoving it inside your needy cunt, making you groan slightly at the stretch, you were slightly surprised this hurt, but to be fair his fingers were huge. He gave you a moment to relax, kissing your thigh before slowly moving his finger in a come here motion, making your hips jolt and your legs tighten around his shoulders. He moved his other hand to spread your leg open, and you gasped and stuttered as he massaged his finger inside of your cunt.
You whined his name as he sucked on your clit, gently kissing it with his teeth as he licked and sucked on it. You were already oversensitive as your second orgasm hinted in your stomach. Konig felt you slightly clenching and slowly and gently added another finger, making you moan at the feeling. "Jesus fuck." You whined, moving your hips slightly as he made a 'come here' motion with his fingers, touching your g-spot, making you cry out and jolt forward slightly.
"that's it maus, just like that." He soothed, his eyes trained on your face as you felt your second orgasm hit you, making you gasp and throw your head back as his fingers worked you through your high. He chuckled as he removed his fingers, kissing your cunt before standing and undoing his belt gently, bending down as he did to kiss your forehead. You whined, moving your fingers to help him get rid of the belt.
He discarded his pants and let your fingers trace over his bulge, making him blush and groan at the feeling of your delicate fingers. You pulled down the silk boxers and watched his red cock fall out, pre-cum already leaking from the swollen and puffy tip. He was bigger than you thought, making you slightly gasp at the sight of him. You couldn't exactly get a good measurement, but he was probably a little bigger than 7 inches. His cock curved slightly, making your cunt leak more if possible. You opened your thighs, letting him move closer to you. He bent down, kissing your red cheek and smiling at you.
He let you grab his cock as you slowly put the tip into your cunt, making you sigh at the familiar stretch. You were no virgin, but you'd never had much more than 6 inches. You gasped as he slowly leaned in, sinking a few more inches in. You hissed at the stretch, his sheer girth making you gasp and tremble. He massaged your hips, slowly soothing you with encouraging words.
When he finally bottomed out, you both gasped. He groaned, and he visibly fought to try and not fuck you like a starving man. He let your head fall into his chest and he slowly began to move with your permission.
He moaned out, the feeling of your walls clenching around his making him hiss in pleasure. "Fuck." He growled, looking down at your tear stained face, leaning your head back and rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. "s' okay, you can go a little faster." You whined, letting your legs tighten around Konig's hips. He nodded, leaning you flat on your back as he slowly began to thrust faster, looking for any signs of discomfort from his sweet medic. He groaned as he saw your mouth fall open and your eyes droop as sweet moans fell from your mouth.
He didn't know when he did, but he let his control slip and now he pounded into you roughly, making tears of pleasure roll down your face as you cried out, your fingers scratching at his clothed arms. "Shit shit shit!" You cried, already feeling another orgasm rush through your cunt, making you squeeze around Konig's fat cock. Thankfully he'd had enough patience and didn't cum on the spot, but his thrusts became slightly sloppy, letting you know to savor the fleeting moment you assumed this was.
You cried out, babbling incoherent sentences as he thrusted harder, grabbing your hips and tilting into you slightly, making him get even deeper as he moved with you. You bucked your hips, encouraging him to cum. He moaned out, grabbing your waist and lifting you slightly, moving you onto his cock like you were a fleshlight.
As you clenched around him, whining his name he groaned, cumming and painting the fleshy walls of your cunt white with his seed. You whined at the hot feeling of him filling you, making you sigh and moan with relief. He groaned, gently letting you slump against the table as his cock stayed rooted inside of you. He kissed your tears away, and kissed you on your plush lips, smiling when you whined into his mouth.
He slowly removed his cock and bent down, pushing his cum back into your overstimulated cunt. Chuckling as you gasped. "Maybe my cum will take and I'll see you fat with my child, hm?" He laughed, kissing your cunt before leaning back up and towering over you. "Guess we'll have to see, hm kleiner Hase?" He said.
You guessed the moment wasn't so fleeting after all.
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(translations)
Hase - Bunny
dreckiges Mädchen - dirty girl
Ja - Yeah
Maus - Mouse
kleiner Hase - little bunny
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a/n - the art is not mine, but if someone would please tag the artist because I can't find them! 🤍
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having to smoke a joint before having sex with könig because he's so big that your cunt needs something to help loosen up a bit and relax (///﹏ ///)
warnings/tags: könig x fem reader, weed, high sex, size difference
könig who makes you smoke a joint or two before you take him. your tight little cunt just can't handle his size :( need something to loosen you up a bit and leave you fuzzy, less inclined to fight back.
he'll sit you on his lap, watching you smoke the perfectly rolled joints. sometimes he'll take a hit, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth while his hands paw and grab at your hips and arse.
once you're high and giggly, that's when he'll make a move. using his size, he'll easily pin you down into the couch, stripping you bare while you squirm and gasp, all your sensations heightened from smoking.
he doesn't like to waste any time, and soon enough he has his tip pressed to your clit, giving it a few kisses to have you leaking onto the couch before he's slowly inching inside of your soaking cunt.
"taking me so well, mein schatz." he groans, eyes trained on the way your pussy spreads around him. your fuzzy eyes glance up at him, mouth dropping open as you feel his thickness invading your insides, god it's like he's in your throat.
"braves mädchen," könig moans as his head drops back, his cock fully situated inside of your throbbing, wet cunt. the praise has you clenching around him for a moment, a whimper leaving you as your hands weakly grip at him.
without a smoke beforehand, you'd have tapped out by now - unable to take less than half of him without a joint in your system. but now, you are floating, a mix of pleasure and weed leaving your brain empty.
#konig#konig call of duty#konig cod#konig mw2#konig smut#konig x reader#konig x you#fem reader#tw weed#tw smut#tw smoking#konig's big dick <3
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Fuckin' Tease - König x Reader
⚠️ Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Female pronouns used, reader is AFAB, Dom! König, 'whore' used once, not proofread well
Content: Like I said, smut with a little bit of plot.
Author's note: I need holy water. 🙏
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- Y/N was working out in the gym -
She just finished a set of squats, letting out a breath as she completed them. She took a swig of water, sweat running down her body. She turned to check the weight, only to make eye contact with a certain Austrian man. König flushed, quickly looking away. He didn't want to look like a creep, after all. Although, with his height, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Y/N smiled at him, waving. König quickly waved back before walking out with speed and determination. Y/N smirked. 'So... He's easily flustered?' She thought. 'This should be fun.' She followed him out of the gym, jogging to keep up with his pace. "Hey König." She grinned, walking next to him.
König looked dowb at her. "Hello, schatz. (treasure) How're things going?" Y/N laughed. "You just saw me a second ago. And I saw you too..." she purred. König stopped in his tracks, flushing a bright red. "I-Im sorry I didnt mean-"
"It's alright." She interuppted. "I don't mind hot guys checking me out at the gym." König blushed again, his eyes widening. Y/N walked closer to him. "König...where you checking me out?" He shook his head, putting his hands up in defense. "I-I didn't mean to." Y/N smirked. "Oh, but I think you did. Could you not look away? Was I too hot?" She asked, the last part coming out in a whisper. She stepped forward, inches away from him now. König looked dumbfounded, but had a small surge of pride.
"Want me to show you how hot I think you are?" He muttered.
The words hung in the air for a minute before König stepped forward, grabbing Y/Ns hips and pulling her towards him. He kissed her so passionately that his face was bright red, his lungs breathless.
He brought her to his room, leading Y/N by the hand. König picked her up, gently tossed her on the bed and climbed on top of her, still flushing a bright shade of red. Y/N smirked, tugging at his combat pants. "You sure?" He asked, making sure he had her consent. Y/N nodded, and König lifted up his mask and gently licked and nipped at her neck, the roughness of his mask a stark contrast to his gentle kisses. Y/N let out a small gasp as he bit her ear delicately. "Mein liebling." ( my darling) He growled. "Mein." He pulled off her top, kissing the valley between her breasts as Y/N let out quiet noises. König made his way down to her bottoms, taking them off with ease. He looked at her underwear before gazing up at Y/N. "Durchnässt." (soaked) He whispered. Y/N flushed lightly. "Only for you," she teased as he slipped his middle finger into her underwear. "Want it?" He teased, his accent growing thicker. Y/N nodded desperately. "Okay, mein schatz." (my treasure). He muttered. He slowly slipped his finger inside her, Y/N gasping and grabbing onto his shoulder. "Kö-önig." She whimpered. He moved his finger in a 'come here' motion. "Feel good?" He growled in her ear. "Yes, oh go, yes." Y/N replied, pushing herself against his body. "Want another one?" He asked. Y/N nodded frantically, her orgasm quickly approaching. König slipped another digit inside, moving his fingers at a faster pace. "You gonna come, hübsches mädchen?" (pretty girl). "Y-yes." Y/N whimpered, moving her hips to match his pace. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she cried out his name, tears falling down her cheeks. König worked her through her high, looking at her with blown-out pupils. "Mein hure." (my whore) he groaned. Y/N let out a sigh and fell back omto the mattress, sweat dripping from her skin. "Oh my god, Köni." She said breathily. "That was..... oh god."
König laid down next to her, smirking cockily. "Wanna return the favor?"
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Good Lord. Hope you enjoyed!
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Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 1
You can find Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, Chapter 5 here, and Chapter 6 here!
Summary: The reader is a military nurse currently employed by Shadow Company. She was sent out with a small team into the middle of nowhere to gain intel on the enemy, her presence only a precaution as it should have been an easy in-and-out mission. Unfortunately for the Shadow team, KorTac had also been working on a lead in the same area. One thing led to another and the reader was forced to watch as her team was slaughtered mercilessly. Rather than kill her as well, she was taken back as a hostage and kept captive by the group's colonel, König.
Word Count: ~8.5K
Rating: Mature (For Smut)
A/N: To preface this story - I’ve never played the storyline of any COD games, nor do I know a damn thing about the military, much less special forces, so there will be inaccuracies galore, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless! My take on König is somewhere between the headcanons of him being a ruthless psycho and a shy bean. Also, don’t come at me with complaints of this not being realistic, please. This is fanfic, loves. It doesn’t have to be realistic. Plus, if I was the one captured by this tree of a man and he was interested? Morals and reality be damned. I’m hopping on that train lmfao. Also, I wrote this entire thing in less than 24 hours and was too eager to post it to do a bunch of editing, so please excuse any errors!
Important Details: Occasional use of Y/N. Reader appearance is left vague but is described in little details such as being short (no exact height used), chubby, and with hair at least long enough to be pulled back. This story is essentially porn with plot, so literally over half of this is smut.
TW: Body shaming, violence, and attempted assault from random asshole #1. A few insecurities surrounding weight by the reader. Canon violence toward others by König. Super fast burn, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, Dom/Sub, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, suggested Stockholm syndrome (but really reader is just a touch-starved, thirsty bitch for Gentle!Giant König), pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m a lame monolingual American, no beta we die like the jackass Graves.
Crappy Translations:
Ich werde dich mit deinen eigenen Eingeweiden füttern, bevor du diesen Satz beenden kannst! - I will feed you your own intestines before you can finish that sentence!
Maus- Mouse
Süßes mädchen - Sweet girl
Heilige Scheiße/Scheiße - Holy shit/shit
Mein schatz - My darling
Mein Gott - My god
Kleines - Little one
Verdammt, sieh dich an, kleine Maus - Damn, look at you, little mouse.
Oh, du kleine Füchsin! - Oh, you little vixen!
It was probably stupid. Scratch that, you knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the company of the large Austrian man before you. Despite being the one to kidnap you and keep you tied up in this basement-like room for almost a full day now, the conversation had been flowing between you two like you were good friends. Maybe it was the gentle way he was treating you. Maybe it was the fact he’d kept his promises to you thus far. No matter the reason, you knew it was dangerous, this trust growing between you and him, but you were going to lean into it nonetheless.
“Hey, uh, I- I promise I’m not complaining but… why haven’t you, ya know, hurt me yet?” you asked softly.
König let out a heavy sigh, his mask fluttering around his face temptingly before he dropped back into his chair. It was hard to see his eyes from across the room but you were certain he was staring at you nonetheless. His gaze was heavy anytime it was on you, palpable in a way that made goosebumps crawl over your skin.
“You’ve given me no reason to,” he replied after a moment, “And, in all honesty, you weren’t our original target. In fact, it should have been anyone but you.”
You almost asked why, but he was quick to continue his explanation as if he hadn’t even stopped.
“You’re a nurse, ja? A nurse who does not see combat often, according to the intel we’ve been able to gather about your team, and that means you have little to no information we need.”
A warmth crept up your neck as he casually talked about you as if you were nothing of import, essentially a useless captive. It made your heart sting in an odd way.
“Ah… I see,” you hummed quietly.
“So now, we wait until your squadmates come in for the rescue, and then we get what we need from them.”
You managed a little nod but it stopped short when an embarrassingly loud rumble emanated from your stomach. Eyes widening, you nervously glanced his way to see if he’d caught it, only to find him getting to his feet.
“My apologies. You’ve been here quite some time with nothing but water. Let me go grab something for you.”
Before you could argue, he was out in the hallway, instructing one of the guards to step inside and keep an eye on you until he returned. The instant the young brunette stepped into the room, something felt off. Why? You weren’t sure. Maybe it’s just because you’d grown used to the “comfort” of your kidnapper. More than likely though, it was the way he was staring at you.
As you were stewing in your thoughts, trying to figure out your emotions, the man crossed the room and stopped at your feet with a laugh.
“So, you’re the broad the colonel’s been hiding? Interesting.”
The man’s words were spit with pure vile and reeked of danger. You instinctively leaned away when he reached out for your face and the disobedience was quickly rewarded with a hefty smack, tearing a cry of shock from your lips. While the sting was painful, it was nothing worse than you’d experienced before. Unfortunately, you knew he wasn’t going to stop there, the leer in his eyes enough to make your stomach uneasy as he stalked in circles around you like a predator to its prey.
“A little round for my taste, but I can see it. The colonel must have a thing for soft and small. Probably because he’s a fucking mountain. Opposites attract and all that jazz,” he snickered, “Too bad the bastard is too scared to just take what he wants. But don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not a little bitch like him.”
Hearing him talk about König in such a way did weird things to your body. Anger began to rear its head. What kind of person talked about their commanding officer that way? You may not have been a full-blown soldier in the practical sense but you could never imagine speaking filth like that about your superiors.
“Just because you lack the self-control to be a decent human like him doesn’t mean everyone does,” you bit out through a glare, “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last human on earth.”
He paused, eyebrows flying up in surprise, and, for one silly little moment, you’d thought you’d gotten through to him. Then reality struck hard with his fist across your face. A scream escaped your lips as the pain finally registered through the shock, your cheek aching to the heavens.
“Now, see, you just had to go and be a smart ass. And here König talked about how compliant you were. Don’t tell me you got a hardon for the colonel, sweetheart,” he touted with a cackle, “And, for your information, it wasn’t a request. Either you can suck it up and make this easy, or I’ll take what I want either way.”
Before he could do anything more, you tilted your head back and screamed, long and loud, for König. Of course that wasn’t allowed for very long. His second punch cut you off instantly, causing your vision to swim as you cried out again. You could hear him mutter something under his breath and you brought your eyes up only to find him drawing his fist back once more.
“Fuck!”
You braced for impact, tears slipping down your cheeks through your clenched eyes, but the sound of a door crashing open interrupted his assault. The sound of a solid thud and a scream of pain tore your attention to the sudden group piling into the room, then more specifically to your captor-turned-savior pinning your assailant to the floor by one knee on the smaller man’s back, his arms wrenched behind him in a way that looked horrifying. He was snarling words in a mixture of German and English but you weren’t able to make out a single thing as you watched on in awe while he slammed the man’s face repeatedly into the concrete floor.
“You are lucky I don’t kill you now!” König thundered, voice echoing through the room.
“I- I’m sorry, I-”
“Nein! Ich werde dich mit deinen eigenen Eingeweiden füttern, bevor du diesen Satz beenden kannst!”
Shivers crawled up your spine at the ruthless aggression in König’s voice. It was new, unexpected, and you were suddenly even more grateful not to have been on the receiving end of his anger.
“Take him to his room and see to it that he does not leave. I will deal with him later,” König hissed, shoving the now bruised and bloody soldier toward the two at the door.
“Yes, colonel, right away, sir.”
The moment the door closed, he deflated, shoulders slumping as he pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something under his breath. You watched carefully as he closed the gap between the two of you.
“I’m sorry, maus, are you hurt?”
And instantly, it was like that war-hardened soldier had never existed, replaced once again by the gentleman you’d spent the last few hours with. You shook your head slightly and watched him kneel before you. A little smile twitched up the corners of your lips in amusement as you realized he was still taller on his knees than you were sitting in the chair.
“Nothing that I can’t handle anyway,” you replied quietly, voice trailing off as his hands cupped your face gently.
His touch was tender in ways you hadn’t expected as he shifted your head around, taking in the damage with a sigh. Thankfully, other than a sore and swollen cheek, that asshole hadn’t gotten the chance to do anything more before König had returned.
“Thank you.”
The giant before you froze, looking as surprised as you felt. Had you really just thanked your captor? Face warming, you watched him watch you. You could have taken it back, but not only would that have been weird, it would have been a lie. Because as far as hostage situations went, this was the best one you could imagine, and he had just saved you from one of his own when he could have turned a blind eye. Instead, you waited patiently for him to react.
“Hurting someone defenseless is cowardly,” he muttered lowly.
So the infamously ruthless König had an honor code. Interesting. That explained a lot, really. If it weren’t for the fact you’d seen him kill multiple of your allied Shadows with a brutality unparalleled, you’d think he wasn’t the revered Operator he really was. The silence grew in leaps and bounds, a strange charge in the air between you, until the moment was interrupted by another untimely growl of your stomach.
“Ah, yes, food!”
He grabbed a brown paper bag from beside the door and brought it over only to pause once he was in front of you once more.
Confused, you watched on as his eyes darted around you in obvious thought before you finally broke the silence with a soft, “König?”
As if snapped out of a trance, he rushed over and snagged the black folding chair from across the room just to plop it loudly on the floor at your feet. He quickly took a seat and started opening the bag.
“I apologize but I can’t exactly unbind you,” he spoke softly, “Not yet, anyway.”
Your heart began to race at the implication. He was going to feed you. It was hard to decipher how you felt about it, a potent mixture of surprise, adoration, lust, and embarrassment hitting you all at once.
“O-Oh, okay,” you mumbled.
Eyes lowering, you watched in interest as he carefully peeled an apple and cut it into bite-sized slices with a fancy-looking pocket knife. It was hilarious how tiny his massive hands made the fruit seem. All humor drained from your thoughts when he picked up a piece and slowly brought it your way.
König’s eyes were wide beneath the sniper hood when you glanced up but you quickly dropped your gaze once more self-consciously as you parted your lips. Before you could stop it, a mortifying moan of delight fled your lips as you crunched into the deliciously sweet fruit, but you couldn’t find enough fucks to care as the hunger in your belly ramped up. When he picked up the next piece, you preemptively opened your mouth in wait.
This continued on for quite some time in a comfortable silence until you swallowed the last piece and you almost whined at the loss. Thankfully, it seemed he wasn’t done. He snagged a block from the bag next and your mouth watered as you finally realized it was a brick of cheese. Surprising, but delicious and welcomed nonetheless. The cheese passed much quicker as it was a small chunk and you couldn’t help but watch in elation as he grabbed another thing from the bag. It appeared to be the last of the food because he crumbled up the paper sack and tossed it aside before opening up the little red box.
“Do you like dark chocolate?” he asked suddenly.
A grin spread across your lips as you nodded a little too eagerly.
“Of course!”
You couldn’t tell for certain, thanks to the mask, but you were sure he smiled with the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. Why was that cute? That shouldn’t have been cute.
“These are from Germany,” he explained warmly, “A brand called Schogetten.”
He broke off one of the small pieces and brought it to your already parted lips. As the sweet morsel melted across your tongue, you went limp in disbelief, a little whine muffled in your closed mouth. You don’t know if it was because you hadn’t eaten in almost a day, or if it was the fact it was different than your usual chocolate back home, but the flavor was unparalleled. If all your dignity hadn’t already gone through the window, you wouldn’t have certainly lost it for that chocolate.
Piece after piece, he fed you dutifully and silently, until you were too full for more.
“I’m- I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
His voice was low, huskier than before, and it sent flutters through your heart.
Feeling much more relaxed and comfortable, you had to smile back in response, carefully nudging your foot against his much larger boot.
“Thank you for sharing it with me,” you replied.
That familiar weight of his gaze was on you once more but it didn’t take long to figure out why, one hand reaching out and steadying your face while his other thumb came to wipe your bottom lip.
“You have some chocolate here,” he mumbled.
It was sweet of him to help when you would have had no way of knowing. The feelings of adoration dissolved into something much darker when his hand went beneath his hood and you heard the audible pop of his thumb leaving his mouth.
OH.
It seemed he realized what he was doing at the same time as you, his posture going rigid as his eyes widened. A soft curse left him as he suddenly jerked his hand back down.
“I apologize. I don’t know what came over me.”
Fuck. Was this Stockholm syndrome? Did that set in this quickly? It wasn’t exactly a topic you’d researched much in your nursing classes. If it was… it certainly wasn’t a bad feeling.
Biting your lower lip, you tried to steady your breath as the flutters in your chest grew stronger.
“It’s okay,” you assured him.
Another bout of silence filled the space between you both, but this time you were practically vibrating in your seat from the anxious excitement thumping in your veins. As you stared into his half-lidded eyes, your thoughts went wild.
What was going to happen now? There was a static charge in the air and it made your skin bump up. How long did you have before your team came? Were they coming? Did you even want them to come now?
Your thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when he lunged forward, hands cradling your face carefully as his mouth smashed painfully hard against yours. It was a delicate juxtaposition and your brain took a few long seconds to register what was happening, but the instant you realized he was kissing you, you melted into it with a moan. The scratch of the hood against your lips was a unique texture but not entirely unpleasant, although you’d much rather have his lips bare.
The chair creaked with a loud groan as you tipped forward, eager for more of the Austrian and frustrated by the rope keeping you bound.
A huff of annoyance slipped out as you snapped beneath your breath, “Fucking rope!”
“Süßes mädchen,” König groaned low in his throat.
He pulled away just as suddenly as he’d started and you actually did whine out at that, not caring how pitiful you sounded, until you saw him take out the pocketknife. Fear bubbled acridly in your throat as you swallowed hard, eyes pinned to the blade as he flicked it out. König hadn’t hurt you yet. There was no reason to think he would now… right?
It became painfully obvious that your intuition was right when he stepped behind you and fingered the ropes.
“Stay still, maus, I don’t want to hurt you.”
You did as instructed and we were rewarded with the freedom to move as the rope snapped and fell away. With a long, loud, groan, you leaned back and stretched up to the ceiling, a dopey smile painted on your face as you loosened all the stiff muscles. As you relaxed back into the chair, you found König in front of you once more, almost looking nervous in his stiff posture.
“Thank you,” you said warmly.
When you stood, you were made acutely aware of just how short you were compared to him. You’d known he was tall but seeing him now, how far you had to crane your neck back to meet his gaze, it was so different.
“I’m trusting you not to try anything.”
His voice was tight, whether from excitement or worry you weren’t sure, and you immediately knew how you wanted to prove your trustworthiness. Grabbing one of his massive hands in both of yours, you pulled him over to the cot in the back corner of the room. It was almost comical how easily he followed you and allowed you to push him to sit on the bed but, as you stepped between his knees and got face to face, there was no denying who was actually in charge when your eyes met. If his physical presence wasn’t enough to deter you, the power in those beautiful blues was reminder enough.
“I think I owe you, for being so kind and for saving me,” you whispered, hands cupping his jaw to mimic the hold he’d had on you, “If that’s okay, sir.”
When he didn’t stop you, you took the chance to kiss him again. It was even better the second time around. The groan he let out against your lips was pornographic and you found your knees weakening as his arms wrapped around your thighs, hands resting right below your ass. It didn’t take long for your desire to overwhelm your thoughts and you broke the kiss with a gasp of air, carefully lowering to your knees between his legs. What you weren’t expecting was the absolute mind fuck it was to see such a big man looming above you, nor the way seeing his thick thighs on either side of your head would make your pussy throb.
“Well, süßes mädchen?” he teased, leaning back onto his hands.
What a sight that was; Black shirt pulled so tight across his body that every ridge of his muscles bumped through, dark green cargo pants now sporting a growing bulge, the intensity of his gaze staring you down with something akin to amusement and delight.
You could feel your hands shaking as you reached up. What little confidence you had previously was beginning to wane at the realization that you were going to actually be allowed to touch this adonis of a man. Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves and got on with it. To his credit, König didn’t push you to speed it up. In fact, he praised you softly with each touch. By the time you were pulling on his boxers to get his cock out, you were beyond soaked and arousal hummed like a bee through your body. The way it slapped against his stomach once free didn’t help your predicament one single bit.
“Holy shit.”
You weren’t a virgin by any means but the size of him made you pause in shock. Of course. A giant man would have a giant cock. What else did you expect? It was surprisingly beautiful too; surrounded by trimmed blonde hair, thick, long, and curved, flushed tip leaking and just begging to be sucked.
Swallowing hard, you let your fingers wrap around him and moaned when your fingers didn’t meet. If you were lucky enough to do more than suck him off, you were going to be sore… blissfully, happily, sore.
“Ah, scheiße, ja. That’s it, maus,” he purred, cock twitching in your hand.
Your face warmed under the praise. Leaning forward on your knees, you braced your hand against one of his thick thighs before bringing your lips to the tip of his cock, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin. The hiss he drew in was delightfully guttural. You needed to hear more of him, needed to earn that praise and pay him back for his unprovoked kindness. Slowly, you moved down his cock, planting kiss after kiss until you came to the base. He was nearly vibrating with need when you finally poked your tongue out, tracing up the veins branching along the underside.
With the way his body tensed, you’d almost thought you’d done something wrong but then his hand was in your hair, pulling it back as he guided your mouth to his head again.
“Stop teasing or I’ll bend you across my lap, Y/N,” he commanded gruffly.
The way your name sounded coming from his lips was deadlier than any poison. You wanted to hear it again and again, whispered in your ears and against your skin. Fuck.
Oh, and the mental images. How did you tell him that you wouldn’t mind him spanking you at all? Hmm, an option for later, maybe? Pushing the thoughts aside, you finally gave in to your temptations and licked up the precum around his head before taking him into your mouth.
“Heilige Scheiße!”
His moan was heavenly in the most sinful ways, only rivaled by the little breathless whimpers he let out as you hollowed out your cheeks and slowly sucked him down. You knew there was no way you’d be able to fit the entirety of him, your jaw already aching from the stretch, but you were going to fit as much as humanly possible. Inch by difficult inch, you took him until he was pressing dangerously hard against your throat. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get your body to relax enough to take him in- your body’s self-preservation too strong- but you quickly thought of a loophole.
Pulling back suddenly, you gasped out, “Push me down.”
“Huh?”
Giving him a coy smile, you said, “I know I can’t push past my body’s limits, but you can fix that. I want you in my throat so, please, just… push me down?”
His entire being shuddered and he took in a sharp breath as if he were going to argue, but finally, he relented with a nod. Flashing him a wink, you wrapped your lips around him once more.
“Take a breath,” he instructed softly.
You barely got a lungful in before he arched into your face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he thrust in deep, saliva pooling in your mouth as you gagged around him, but you were able to relax just enough for him to push through. Mortification clawed at your brain as both tears and drool spilled out the instant he began to fuck your mouth, but worse was the embarrassing noises that escaped your throat. Thankfully he didn’t seem as perturbed by them, possibly even enjoying them if his groans were any indication.
Blinking away the tears, you looked up at him and were rewarded with a pained moan.
“Scheiße, kleines maus, you look so perfect like this,” he groaned, “That pretty little mouth feels so- ah- so good.”
When he let you up, you inhaled a quick breath before going back down. Now feeling more comfortable with the sensations, you brought your hands back into play, one pumping the base of his cock while the other wiggled beneath his boxers to stroke his balls. It wasn’t long before you could hear little frantic whimper leaving his lips. The way his breath hitched and his fingers tightened painfully in your hair told you all you needed. You quickened your pace and played into the sucking noises that he seemed to relish.
“A-Ah, fuck, I’m going to cum. B-Bitte. Bitte, bitte, bitte. Don’t stop!”
A flush of heat rushed through your core and you couldn’t help but moan around him. Something about hearing such a powerful man reduced to a pleasured mess was both arousing and flattering. His strangled gasp was the only warning you got before he slammed you down, hips arching into your face as his cock throbbed in your throat.
Eyes burning and throat aching, you managed to pull up just enough to breathe and used your saliva to pump his cock faster.
“Come for me, König, please,” you begged him weakly before taking him in your mouth again, your tongue laving his head lovingly.
Almost instantly, he broke, rope after rope of cum filling your mouth as he groaned your name. As you looked up at him, you wished you could see his face, see more than just the squint of his eyes as you sucked him dry. Unfortunately, you knew you couldn’t ask that of him… yet. Maybe if you were lucky enough to be around him more, eventually you could earn that trust.
It wasn’t until he was shuddering and tugging on your hair that you finally pulled back, content that he’d ridden out that wave as long as he could. A satisfied smile curled up your lips as you leaned your head against his thigh and watched him intently. The heavy rise and fall of his chest was enrapturing. What would it feel like to curl up against him and use those muscles as a pillow?
You were torn from your daydreams when he patted his other thigh.
“Up, now,” he demanded.
Lifting your brows in shock, you let him guide you up onto the cot and sat on his thighs as commanded.
“Yes, sir?” you asked curiously.
König didn’t answer. Instead, a hand came to the back of your skull and jerked you forward while he sat up, a squeal of shock escaping as you fell against him hard. Before you could question him, a mouth was over yours. A decidedly bare mouth. No hood to impede it. Realization sent a shiver through your body and you couldn’t help but reach up and hold his jaw. Prickles of a shadow beard tickled your palms and fingers with each caress. There was no denying his jaw was strong, angular almost, as you soaked in the sensations. God you wanted to see him even more now. Your exploration was cut short when you felt the breach of a tongue between your lips and a hand between your thighs simultaneously.
“König,” you gasped out softly against his mouth.
The chuckle he let out caused your core to clench in need.
“You didn’t think that I was done with you, did you, maus?”
He didn’t give you the chance to respond, tongue filling your mouth with vigor as you melted into him. You were suddenly very thankful that you’d been captured in your pajamas when his hand slipped easily beneath the elastic waist of your silky shorts. He let out a hungry groan when his fingers came into direct contact with your skin.
“No panties?” he asked, amusement and lust heavy in his voice, “How lucky for me.”
His words made you blush but the embarrassment was easily forgotten when one long finger ran down your cunt, tracing your slit in teasing strokes.
“You’re already so wet, mein schatz.”
A broken snicker fled your lips as he tenderly slid two fingers between your lips and you whimpered out, “It’s not my fault you’re- fuck!”
“I’m what?” he teased.
He made it impossible to respond, the calloused pad of his fingers making little swirls around your nub, just on the right side of not enough.
“You-You’re, fuck, you’re- Ugh, you’re making it hard to talk!” you squeaked out.
König let out a long rumbling laugh that felt way too nice against your chest.
“Try, maus, tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Fuck, you’re so sweet, and you’re big, and your eyes are beautiful, and- and-” a pitiful squeal interrupted your train of thought when he slowly slipped a single finger into your cunt.
“Annnd?” he purred.
“I love your voice, fuck, I could listen to you read a dictionary!” you groaned.
“Mmm, good girl.”
Your knees went weak and your cunt clenched around his finger as your eyes flew open to meet his in surprise.
“Ah, you like that, hmm? You like to hear what a good girl you’re being for me?” he asked, not-so-subtly grinding up against you with an already hardening bulge, “You’re being absolutely perfect, mein schatz. This little cunt gripping so tight. Almost as tight as your throat was on my cock. I’m almost afraid to take you.”
“No, please, please do, please! I can take it!”
“Oooh, I know you can, süßes mädchen, don’t worry,” he hummed, quickening his finger as he twisted his palm to rest against your clit.
Your forehead fell against his shoulder in utter defeat as you lost all inhibitions, grinding down against his palm with each thrust he gave. It was ridiculous how close you already felt with so little stimulation but there was no denying the ways your walls were flutter around him. Pleasure swirled through your core, growing tighter and tighter, until all you could think about was how fucking good he felt and how you wanted his cock in you, now.
A needy whimper fell from your lips when he suddenly pulled his hand away and you jerked back in his lap to stare at him in disbelief.
“Wha-”
Your voice went silent as you watched the way his tongue cleaned up his glistening fingers with a moan. Fuck. That was it. You were good and ruined.
“I want to make sure you are good and ready, mein schatz, so lay down for me.”
Before you could even move, he picked you up as if you were nothing and dumped you onto the cot. It took a second for your brain to catch up, too shocked by the show of strength, and by then he was lying on the comically small bed on his stomach, mouth pressing hungry kisses to the insides of your soft thighs.
“Mein Gott, you are so beautiful,” he groaned quietly, “So soft. So sweet.”
Instinctively, you slapped your hands over your face and let out a whine. No way was this beast of a man not only going down on you, but he was going to kill you with compliments while he did it.
Almost instantly, your hands were thrown aside and you gaped at him in confusion, only to see his full lips curved up into a smirk, mask tucked behind his ears to expose even more of his beautiful features.
“None of that now. You will not hide from me. I want to see that pretty face when I make you scream.”
Yep. You were dead. Dead and gone to heaven. When they raided the camp, you had just been killed with all your allies and this was some fucked up kind of reward for all your good deeds.
All existential thoughts were wiped clean from your mind when you felt him tugging your shorts down. You quickly helped him, unable to stop the giggle that escaped when he tossed them aside with a curse. And then you were bare before him. He looked like a man starved and you were given no warning before he dived in.
“Oh, fuck!” you gasped.
Big hands wrapped around your thighs and tugged you closer, throwing your legs over his shoulders before moving to part your lips for his tongue. Before you could get used to the sensation, he thrust two fingers in your cunt, punching all the air from your lungs.
“Scheiße kleines,” he groaned against your skin, “You taste so good. I could live between these thighs.”
It was all too much. The swirl of his tongue on your clit, the girth of his fingers pressing oh-so-perfectly against that sweet spot only your toys could reach, the feel of his facial hair scraping against your sensitive skin. And then he added a third finger into the mix.
“Ho-Holy fuck! König, ohmygodfuck!”
You nearly collapsed in around him but he was quick to catch your legs, holding them apart with a hand and elbow on either side, his forearm pressing deliciously against your lower belly. That pressure alone sent you rocketing to the edge. Instinctively you reached down to grab his hair, only to come into contact with the fabric, and you couldn’t help but whine in frustration. You really wanted to touch him more.
As if understanding your plight, he slowed until only his fingers were pumping in and out and lifted slightly. Something was brewing in his beautiful blues when they met your gaze.
“I can’t take off the mask, mein schatz, I’m sorry,” he sighed.
“It-It’s okay!” you assured him quickly, “I understand!”
Despite your words, he kept staring at you, the sounds of his fingers sliding through your arousal the only noise in the room.
“Here, close your eyes for a moment.”
You did as told, swallowing hard in anticipation, and then his hand grabbed yours. Your heart felt like it was trying to escape your chest as he guided your fingers below the hood into his short hair. It was a bit longer than you expected, having thought he would have a regulation military fade cut, and softer.
“Thank you,” you whispered, tears invading your closed eyes.
“Of course, maus.”
How in the actual fuck was this stranger- a literal mass killer- you’d met a day ago more in tune with your needs and willing to compromise than literally any other man you’d been with?
A gasp tore from your throat, harsh and raw, when he immediately returned to his previous act. Somehow it was even more intense after the brief break; frantic, almost painful.
“König, pl-please. Don’t stop!”
His moan was the only response you got. Rather than take your words as an invitation to go harder or faster like most did, he listened and listened well, keeping the same even pace, building you steadily higher and higher. Words and thoughts became impossible, incoherent pleading and wanton moans the only sounds you could make as you began to shake around him. Your fingers snarled in his locks in a way that was probably painful but you couldn’t find the wherewithal to stop.
“Ja, that’s it, maus,” he demanded, “Be a good girl and come for me.”
Within seconds, that ever-tightening knot in your gut broke. You tried to scream but the pleasure left you mute, lips parted in a silent cry of his name as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through your being. When your breath finally came, so did the tears.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, so- mm!- so good!”
Just as it became too much, he lifted from your pussy with a heady groan.
“Verdammt, sieh dich an, kleine Maus.”
The moment the orgasm haze started to clear, you reached down and snagged his shirt, tugging on it to get him over you. He relented with a little chuckle when you whined his name.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, clean fingers gently tracing along your jawline.
“Okay? The fuck you think? I’m absolutely dead in the best way,” you giggle, finally opening your eyes to meet his, “But… I still want you.”
Wrapping your legs around his hips, you reached up at the same time and carefully pushed the hood back up, just enough to reveal his lips, your own curving up into a gleeful smile as you saw them.
“Can I?” you asked hesitantly.
His answer came as the brutal crush of his lips on yours, pulling a moan from deep in your chest. As his tongue dominated yours, you took the initiative to reach between your bodies and palmed his cock, delighting in the way he whined.
“Please, please fuck me,” you begged against his mouth.
“Couldn’t refuse you even if I wanted to,” he hummed back.
You helped guide him as he lowered his hips to yours, unable to stop the gasp that escaped when you felt his fat head against your entrance.
“You’re sure?” he asked suddenly.
Brows furrowing, you dug your nails into his neck lightly and pulled him into another hungry kiss.
“If you don’t fuck me, I might die.”
That earned a warm laugh, a laugh that made your insides light up too bright, and a swift smack to the ass.
“Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we?”
When he began to push in, you tried so hard to keep your eyes open, wanting to see the expression in his, but it was too overwhelming. Despite his thorough prep, it’d been quite a dry spell for hookups due to work and it didn’t help that he was absolutely massive. It was a stretch, to say the least, but it hurt in all the best ways.
“Oh mein gott,” König hissed into your mouth, “You are so tight, Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m pretty sure you’re just hung, big guy,” you teased through shaky breaths, “It’s- It’s good though.”
“So fucking good.”
The metallic tang of blood filled your mouth when he suddenly caught your lips again, this time with too much teeth and force, but it only made you moan. The pain of a split lip was nothing compared to the delight of his cock stretching your walls. It felt like forever until his hips were against yours, but once they finally were, you were already needing more. You tried to rock your hips into him only for him to stop you with a bruising grip and a dark growl. His eyes were predatory when you found them and it lit another kind of fire in your belly.
“Dont. Do. That,” he bit out gruffly, “Don’t move. Give me a second, mein schatz, or it’s going to be over far too soon.”
Pride fluttered to life in your chest at his admission and you couldn’t help but grin, earning another cheeky smack.
“You’re enjoying this? My pain?” he teased warmly.
You pouted slightly but couldn’t maintain the look, too enraptured by his pretty blues.
“I have to admit that it feels good to know you’re as affected as me,” you whispered.
He groaned, forehead falling against yours, and muttered, “You have no idea, my love. You feel- Gott, I can’t even describe it. I’ve never felt someone who fit me so perfectly.”
Lips quirking up into a teasing smile, you replied, “I guess you’ll have to keep me around then, hmm? Because I can promise you, you’ve ruined all other men for me at this point.”
König groaned and his hips rutted eagerly at your words.
“Don’t tempt me, süßes mädchen,” he moaned, “I would love nothing more than to steal you and keep you here, all mine, to have whenever I wanted.”
As he spoke, you fell more and more in love with the idea. And why shouldn’t you? This was the most romance you’d experienced in years, all your previous conquests being quick flings with soldiers who barely qualified as friends. König was the first one to truly see you in years.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, maus, you’re making this hard.”
Biting your lower lip, you tested a little wiggle against his hips and were elated when he allowed it.
“I’m already here, König, who says you have to let me go?” you whispered, “For all they know, I’m just another casualty.”
Logically you knew you shouldn’t feed into the delusion plaguing you both right now, but fuck did you want it. Something about the idea of being at his beck and call, being allowed to please him whenever either of you wanted, was a deliciously dangerous option.
Suddenly, he drew out his hips and slammed back in with a strangled grunt.
“You want that, hmm? Want to be my personal little whore, maus?”
The way you clenched around him made you both whimper and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss.
“Yes, yes, please! Wanna be allowed to have you whenever,” you whined, “Want you to use me.”
Your nails found his shoulders and dug into the firm muscles there as the sound of your bodies meeting clouded the room. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him. Logically you knew you both needed to stay as clothed as possible, considering you could be interrupted any moment, but you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you slid your nails up the length of his back, dragging the material with you until it gathered at his shoulders and you were granted the absolutely stunning visual of his abdomen clenching with each thrust of his hips.
“God you’re beautiful,” you gasped out subconsciously.
The noise König let out was unholy, deep and keening, as his fingers tightened on your hips once more. Even through the haze of bliss, you could see the way his cheeks lit bright red. It would be cute if he weren’t currently fucking you silly.
“That’s-That’s my line, maus,” he chuckled breathlessly.
Eyes trailing back up to his, you couldn’t resist leaning up as you pulled him down against you once more, your lips finding his ear with a little moan.
“Then we’re both beautiful, König, because- fuck!”
His pace grew brutal without warning as he shifted and suddenly it felt like he was slamming right against your cervix, the sharp pinch of pain making you yelp in surprise. It was clear the praise was doing something, a fact you stored away in your memory for later. Then he hit your cervix again. You almost tried to pull back until his hand left your hip, coming between your bodies to rub gentle circles across your clit. Fuck and that made the pain more than worth it.
“Kö-König, close, please, just-”
He groaned lowly and grunted out, “I know, I know. I’ve got you, mein schatz. Just relax and let go for me.”
You finally released your hold on his back only to cup his jaw and draw him into a frantic kiss, panting out half-mumbled half-screamed moans as he tongued at your mouth. It was all too much. It was the best thing you’d ever experienced. When your climax finally hit, it felt like the world turned up on end. Collapsing back on the bed, you slapped a hand over your mouth to somewhat muffle the scream that escaped, but König had none of that. One big hand collected both of yours and pinned them to the bed by your wrists.
“No! Let me hear what I do to you,” he snarled, “I want to hear every pretty little sound!”.
Looking up through wet eyelashes, you couldn’t stop the enamored smile that crossed your lips even as you whimpered for him. He looked so fucking good over you. What you wouldn’t give to see that sight every damn day.
“Why are you so smiley?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone as he slowed his pace.
“Just really fucking happy,” you giggled softly, “You feel so damn good and look just as amazing.”
König’s lips twitched into a half smile before he shifted in place, keeping your hands pinned while he carefully lifted one leg up over his shoulder. Before he even moved, you could tell your body was going to resist the change in depth. Not that you would stop him. He could demand you attempt a headstand while he fucked you and you’d do it.
“Oh FUCK!”
Your shriek earned a broken moan from the man above you but it didn’t stop him for even a moment, hips slamming into you with purpose. Fingers curling tight, you dug your nails into his hand and bit your lip hard to keep a hold of your senses, though it was for naught. The way his fat cock buried into your tight walls over and over was more than you could handle. You wanted to beg him to stop and to keep going until you died.
“So tight for me, süßes mädchen,” he groaned huskily as his free hand came back to your clit, “One more.”
“Eh!?” you gasped in disbelief.
He grunted out a laugh and said, “Come for me, one more time. I want to feel you coming again before this is over.”
You shook your head violently and retorted, “I can’t.”
Even as you said it, he was easily proving your words wrong with his gentle stroking contrasting with the way he pounded your swollen cunt. His fingers tightened until it felt like your wrists would break under the force and yet you couldn’t find it in you to care, all self-preservation long gone.
“You can and you will, mein schatz. I am nothing but a patient man.”
A pathetic whimper tumbled from your parted lips as you panted for breath beneath the exhaustion of it all. Suddenly though, he slows, releasing your hands and letting your leg fall aside.
“König, wh-”
He silences you as he falls completely over you once more, the heavy feeling of his body against yours making you sigh happily. It only takes a moment to realize his reasoning, hands pushing your hair away while plush lips begin kissing along your neck.
“Mmmm,” you hummed softly, fingers slipping up the back of his hood to find his hair again, “That feels incredible.”
“You taste incredible,” he replied through a mouthful of your flesh, “Though, I must admit, my intentions aren’t so pure.”
Before you could ask what he meant, he bit down hard, hard enough that you reflexively yanked on his hair and screeched. The pain dulled to a low throb when he started licking and sucking over the wound, and you clenched hard around him when he rolled his hips into yours.
“You’re gonna kill me,” you whined breathlessly.
“Only with pleasure, maus,” he said with a chuckle, “Would never hurt a hair on this pretty little head.”
Your heart fluttered traitorously at that. Deciding to return the favor, you moved aside his hood enough to reveal his thick, pale, neck and started kissing along the warm flesh.
“Ah, s-scheiße.”
Poking your tongue out, you traced a line up to his ear and moaned at the taste of salt and skin. Even his sweat was driving you crazy. What was this man doing to you?
The slow motions quickly turned into something much more primal when you wrapped your legs around his waist and sunk your teeth into his throat.
“Oh, du kleine Füchsin!”
Groaning, you released his neck and whispered, “Fuck, I love hearing you talk.”
“Then I shall talk to you,” he grunted through moans, “What should I say? Should I tell you how good you feel, how perfect you grip me? That I never want to leave this tight little cunt? How divine you look when you’re drunk on my cock?”
Despite your earlier protests, you could feel another orgasm brewing fast under his words and you let him know.
“Ja, you going to come for me, aren’t you, schatz?”
“Oh god yeah, yes, please, keep- keep-”
You pulled his hair taut as your limbs drew him in close, silently demanding to feel every inch of his body against yours, and his name spilled from your lips like a mantra. This one came up just as fast but much calmer, creeping up silently and taking you by surprise with its voracity. Something deep inside you snapped and you could feel your arousal gush down your cunt, coating your cheeks and the cloth beneath you.
“Fuck, mein schatz, where- mein Gott, where do you want it?” he gasped out as you clenched around him.
You didn’t even give it a second thought, locking your legs and pulling him into a ravenous kiss.
“In me, please, I’m- I’m on birth control. I need to feel it in me,” you whined weakly into his mouth.
His curses were muffled by your lips but their intensity wasn’t lost on you, the mumbled praises only adding to the flush on your skin. You bit his lower lip gently and suckled all while your nails scraped against his scalp and shoulders, doing your best to pull him under with you.
“Oh, that’s my girl. My good girl,” he snarled, “Mine. All mine!”
Stars burst behind your eyes as he buried his cock as far as possible in your walls, the throbbing sending little pulses of ecstasy through your veins as you tried hard to focus on working him through it. You only hoped you could return even a fraction of the bliss he put you through.
A long, loud groan reverberated through the now silent walls as he went limp- though stubbornly keeping all his weight from pressing on you- and you had to smile to yourself, fingers now playing through his soft strands gently, in a silent apology for nearly ripping them out.
“I’m going to move, hold onto me,” he instructed you quietly.
You did as asked but the way he flipped your bodies over was still a shock. You instinctively tried to lift off of him only to be jerked back down, massive arms locking around you and holding you to his chest.
“You are not going to hurt me, Y/N,” he murmured, “Rest. Relax.”
“O-Okay,” you whispered.
Face red, you fought all those negative inner thoughts away and gave in, earning a content little sigh from the big man.
“You know, I never thought I’d have the best sex of my life while being a captive,” you joked easily, turning your head to rest your chin on your forearm, allowing you to observe him closely, “Where have you been all my life?”
Your head bobbled like a boat on the ocean with each hearty laugh that left him and your heart clenched in delight at the pure joy in his eyes.
“Waiting for you apparently, maus, took you long enough to get here.”
There was something strange in the way he looked at you, the tenderness in his touch as he held your face and stroked your lips, but your cockdrunk, touch-hungry, brain decided it couldn’t care less. All that mattered was how it made you feel, and God did it ever make you feel perfect.
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Folge 1060 & 1061 (und wie Schloss Einstein an seinem eigenen Format zu versagen scheint)
Ne sorry, das lässt mich nicht los. Ich muss mich nochmal aufregen.
Ich weiß, wir woll(t)en alle sehen, dass Noah sich gegenüber Ava öffnet und über seine Gefühle und Colin redet und ja, wir brauchen diese Charakterentwicklung auch dringend!
Aber Ava ist nicht nur Noahs Sorgenfresserin, sie hat auch ihre eigene Persönlichkeit, ihre eigenen Probleme und ihre eigene Storyline verdient. Der Fokus der Folgen schien dabei auch bereits eher auf ihrer Story zu liegen als auf der von Noah (dass man in einer solchen Serie die Handlung und Gespräche am besten so gestalten könnte oder sollte, dass beide Charaktere was davon haben, ignorieren wir jetzt mal kurz).
Das Problem: auch für Ava waren die Folgen unglaublich oberflächlich und nichtssagend geschrieben!
Der Plot aus Folge 1060 war dabei eigentlich im Gesamten unnötig. Die Handlung besteht daraus, dass die beiden zu Avas Missfallen damit beauftragt werden, zusammen eine Kung-Fu Choreo einzustudieren. Ava täuscht beim Training vor, nicht damit zurecht zu kommen, weil sie von Noah und Joel unterschätzt wird und glänzt bei ihrem gemeinsamen Auftritt aber, sodass die beiden - zu Noahs Überraschung - eine sehr gute Note erhalten.
So weit, so gut. Keine sonderlich neue Idee, aber ergibt handlungsmäßig zumindest Sinn - jedoch nicht für Ava und Noah!!
Warum wurde sich der Plot für die beiden ausgesucht? Es hat nichts mit ihren eigentlichen Problemen und Persönlichkeiten zu tun.
Noah wurde bisher nie als jemand dargestellt, der andere (oder speziell Mädchen) als in irgendeiner Weise unfähiger oder minderwertiger behandelt hat - also kein Erlebnis, aus dem er lernen müsste. (Wenn schon eher Joel, der mit dieser ganzen "Sportmuffel"-Geschichte überhaupt angefangen hat...)
Und Ava schien bisher auch nicht wie jemand, die Probleme damit habe, sich zu beweisen - für sie also auch kein großes Hindernis, sondern einfach ein kleiner Spaß? Rache an Noah?
[Und sollte sich herausstellen, dass die Story für Ava doch wichtig war - Minderwertigkeitskomplexe wegen ihres Bruders oder whatever - dann hätte man halt (so leid es mir auch tut) jemand anderes als Avas Partner nehmen müssen, damit Noah dann parallel dazu seine eigene Story haben kann. Simon als Sportler-Macho wäre (again: so leid es mir auch tut) die perfekte Wahl dafür gewesen.]
In Folge 1060 hat Noah knapp 7 Minuten Screen-Time; Ava etwas weniger als er, da Noah auch noch eine Szene mit Joel hat. Damit entspricht das zwar (knapp) der typischen Dreiteilung einer Schloss Einstein Folge, aber wir erfahren trotzdem NICHTS.
Wir wissen nach der Folge, dass...
... Ava gut in Kung-Fu ist (woher erfahren wir nicht) und scheinbar Spaß daran hat, Noah eins heimzuzahlen.
... und dass Joel früher ein Sportmuffel war, jetzt aber nicht mehr und sogar ein Kung-Fu Workshop belegt hat.
Joel! Um den ging es diese Folge gar nicht. (Auch wenn ich für jede neue Joel lore dankbar bin!)
Gut, damit haben wir eine gesamte Folge schon mal verschwendet.
In Folge 1061 sieht es nur wenig anders aus:
Noah und Ava haben plötzlich so viel Spaß zusammen, dass sie als Strafarbeit eine Tanzstunde für den Sportkurs organisieren müssen. Noah findet das in Ordnung, aber Ava ist von Anfang an nicht begeistert und gibt schließlich die Aufgabe an Massuda ab. Die Sportstunde verläuft klasse, aber Herr Hauser möchte ein ernstes Wort mit Ava reden. Die bietet an, eine andere Übung zum Thema Zusammenhalt zu bewältigen, aber Hauptsache sie müsse nicht tanzen!
Hier kommen wir endlich Avas Geschichte näher; aber es passiert trotzdem nichts und wir erfahren trotzdem nichts.
Um genau zu sein, erfahren wir bloß...
... dass Ava nicht tanzen möchte.
Keine Begründung, kein gar nichts.
Und das hat dann auch nichts mehr mit Spannung und Geheimnisse aufrecht halten zu tun, nein. Dann ist die Sendezeit einfach schlecht genutzt.
Dabei geschieht das Ganze in gerade mal knapp über 5 Minuten Screen-Time von Ava, dieses Mal mit etwas weniger Zeit für Noah. Hier sind wir dann auch schon weit entfernt von einer gleichmäßig aufgeteilten Folge für drei Handlungsstränge.
Dabei wäre das gewählte Setting eigentlich gar nicht schlecht! Gemeinsame Sportübungen, bei denen man Zeit miteinander verbringen muss, sich vertrauen muss, etc. Nur schreiben sich die Geschichten nicht von selbst, es müssen auch die dazugehörigen Gespräche stattfinden!
Das Mindset Modul - Herr Hauser sagt selbst in genau diesen Folgen darüber: "Mindset bedeutet auch, den Willen zu haben, sich ständig zu verbessern - in allen Belangen" "durch permanentes Üben, Körper und Geist in Einklang bringen"
Ja und wer könnte es wirklich dringend gebrauchen, Körper und Geist in Einklang zu bringen? Noah!
Statt ihn hier einen auf Vollprofi machen zu lassen, hätte Noah weiterhin mit seinem Kopf voll in Gedanken sein können und nach ihrem ersten kleinen Bonding-Moment aus Folge 1057 könnte er im Gespräch mit Ava etwas Luft rauslassen und versuchen, Klarheit für sich zu schaffen. (Er muss ja auch nicht direkt seine unsterbliche Liebe für Colin gestehen, aber einfach, wie es ihm geht, was ihm Angst macht usw. usw.)
Genauso in Folge 1061, da sagt Herr Hauser zu Ava: "Beim Tanzen lässt man sich aufeinander ein, man verfolgt gemeinsam ein Ziel, man stimmt sich ab. Damit hast du offensichtlich Schwierigkeiten."
Ja und wer hat dieses Problem noch? Noah!
Perfekte Grundlage für entweder weitere bonding Gespräche oder erstmal ein wenig Stress, weil die beiden es eben nicht schaffen, sich aufeinander einzulassen.
Und dann? Baut man darauf auf!!
Momentan ist einfach jede Storyline in mehrere kleine Kapitel aufgeteilt, die innerhalb einer Folge möglichst abgeschlossen werden müssen - demnach schafft man es in diesen 5 - 10 Minuten pro Folge auch keine tiefgründigen Geschichten zu erzählen, weil man bis zum Ende der Folge ein halbwegs rundes Ende gefunden haben muss und in der nächsten Folge dann wieder von Neuem anfangen muss.
Ob das der Grund ist, weshalb die ersten Folgen der Staffel schon wieder wie vergessen wirken? Als hätte Colin nie existiert? Als hätte Noah nicht in seinem Bett geweint und deswegen 5 Punkte kassiert? Ich weiß es nicht. Aber es macht das Ganze definitiv noch schlimmer.
Und das gilt nicht nur für unsere Lieblinge Noah, Ava und Joel. Das gilt gerade für so gut wie alle.
- Wir sehen Massuda und Elly eine gesamte Folge dabei zu, wie sie versuchen zu lernen.
- Wir sehen Tahmina dabei zu, wie sie unglaubwürdig lang einem Einhorn-Luftballon hinterher rennt oder wir hören zu, wie die Lehrer:innen uns erzählen, dass Tahmi Probleme in der Schule hat, statt uns zu zeigen, dass sie Probleme in der Schule hat.
- Die Bildungsgeschichte über Aufarbeitung der DDR-Geschichte wird als Schatzsuche über die ganze Staffel inszeniert, statt sie in den Unterricht zu integrieren. In einer Serie an einer Schule!
- usw.
Die Inhalte werden auf die 25 Minuten künstlich gestreckt, aber gleichzeitig fallen die Storylines in Betracht der ganzen Staffel flach, weil man von der Entwicklung on-screen kaum etwas mitbekommt.
Dabei kann das funktionieren - und gleichzeitig lustig sein!
Joel hat auch eine gesamte Folge damit verbracht, sich Ideen auszudenken, um Colin zum Bleiben zu überzeugen. Dabei wurde aber auch stets verdeutlicht:
> Colins Freundschaft zu Julia
> Die dicke Luft zwischen Noah und Colin
> Colins Entschluss mit Noah abzuhaken
> Joels Freundschaft zu Colin
> Joels Engagement
> Noahs vorgetäuscht gleichgültige Fassade
> Noahs Trauer über Colins Abreise
Seit Colins Ausstieg aber? Es ist zwar schön zu sehen, dass es Noah besser zu gehen scheint und dass er und Ava sich gut zu verstehen scheinen, aber... das reicht nicht. Nicht, nachdem was in den ersten fünf Folgen angerissen wurde. Und das kann einem auch nicht einfach unkommentiert präsentiert werden.
Warum geht es ihm besser? Warum war er so traurig? Warum kann er sich die Gefühle zu Colin nicht eingestehen? Warum will Ava nicht tanzen? Warum, warum, warum???
Irgendwie laufen ihnen hier gerade die eigentlich guten Storylines und der gesamte Aufbau des Formats aus dem Ruder.
Ich entschuldige mich für das Geschwafel; ich habe keine Ahnung, ob es Sinn ergeben hat, was ich geschrieben habe; es ist 03:09 Uhr und ich musste das einfach loswerden; auch wenn ich die Hälfte wahrscheinlich vergessen habe.
#schloss einstein#late night ranting#when your comfort series isn't comforting anymore#wie kann “machst eh alles kaputt mit deinem gefühlsscheiß” mehr comforting gewesen sein als das hier?#es wäre nicht so traurig hätten sie in den ersten folgen der staffel nicht gezeigt dass sie es können#colin thewes bitte komm zu unserer rettung zurück
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Gaelic Soccer
Freitag war ich das erste Mal bei einem Gealic-Soccer-Spiel.
Seit ich hier bin habe ich regelmäßig an den Trainings in der Schule teilgenommen. Langsam hab ich auch angefangen den Sport zu mögen. Gealic ist sehr viel körperlicher als Fußball. Sonst sind die beiden Sportarten aber relativ ähnlich. Gealic ist eigentlich nur eine Mischung aus Fußball und Rugby.
Freitag hat meine Schule dann das erste Spiel gehabt, gegen Dunboyne. Es hat den ganzen Freitag geregnet, weswegen die meisten eigentlich davon ausgingen, dass das Spiel verschoben wird. Wurde es aber nicht. Wir sind wieder mit einem gemieteten Bus hingefahren. Ich wollte zwar mitfahren, da ich aber noch nicht viel Erfahrung/Training hatte und das Wetter sehr schlecht war, war ich froh nur Fan zu sein. Der Sportplatz war aufgrund des Regens komplett aufgeweicht. Ein viertel des Feldes stand komplett unter Wasser und nach nur wenigen Minuten waren alle durchnässt (auch ich) und die Spielerinnen halbvoll mit Schlamm. Als zu dem Dauerregen auch noch Wind dazukam war ich mir sicher, dass ich Samstag Krank sein werden. (Bin ich erstaunlicherweise nicht.) Ich hatte dooferweise keine Wechselklamotten dabei und musste von der Schule dann noch 30 Minuten nach Hause laufen. Endlich zuhause hab ich mir eine Wärmflasche gemacht, trockene Klamotten angezogen und das Bett nicht mehr verlassen. Im Bus wurde mir glücklicherweise gesagt, dass das die schlechtesten Konditionen waren, bei denen die Mädchen jemals gespielt haben.
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The Winston Family
Zeus : Politics and Government
The Winston family, a modern echo of political royalty, stands as an iconic emblem of American legacy and privilege. At its helm is the venerable patriarch, First Winston (91), former President of the United States and his wife, former first lady First Winston (82). During his time in the White House, he made many important changes for the Democratic party, including federal appointments of judges like First Lancaster (87). Much like the Kennedy family, the Winstons are an enduring symbol of wealth and influence, ever ready for their close-up on the grand stage of American politics and high society. Poised, affluent, and with an air of calculated charm, the Winstons continue to captivate the nation, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of American history.
Their eldest daughter, the accomplished New York Senator First Winston (58), has been the subject of persistent presidential rumors with many wondering if she will follow in the footsteps of her father before her as the next election cycle looms closer and closer. The pressure is mounting and only exacerbated by the public declaration of a presidential run by First Lancaster (64), and while she has not made a public statement yet, the rumors are building that we may have another Winston in the White House before too long. Married to the affable financial entrepreneur, First Thornton (58), the power couple has raised three children to the best of their ability amidst the ever watchful eyes of the media.
The former President's son First Winston (55) has made his mark as a socialite over the years, alongside his wife, the former model First Winston (54). The power couple are often seen at any and all high society functions or events, taking time to speak to the press and continue to push out the good meaning agenda of the Winston family. With three children of their own, the family has been trained from the start to be able to answer any question with grace and avoid any PR nightmares.
Rounding out the former First Family is their youngest daughter, First Winston (52). She has always been extremely driven, resulting in her career as an esteemed attorney who runs her own practice alongside her husband First Keaton (52), a lawyer. They have two daughters that round out the family’s multifaceted legacy - a legacy that seems to only be continuing to grow with the new generation of Winston children.
First Winston: 91 Years Old, Former President, Morgan Freeman, Available
+ First Winston: 82 Years Old, Former First Lady, Phylicia Rashad, Available
First Winston: 58 Years Old, New York Senator, Octavia Spencer, Available
+ First Thornton: 58 Years Old, Financial Entrepreneur, Will Smith, Available
----- First Winston: 32 Years Old, Open Occupation, John Boyega, Available
----- First Winston: 30 Years Old, Open Occupation, Daniel Ezra, Available
----- First Winston: 28 Years Old, Open Occupation, Letitia Wright, Available
First Winston: 55 Years Old, Socialite, Idris Elba, Available
+ First Winston: 54 Years Old, Retired Model, Mädchen Amick, Available
----- First Winston: 27 Years Old, Open Occupation, Michael Evans Behling, Available *
----- First Winston: 27 Years Old, Open Occupation, Zendaya, Available *
----- First Winston: 25 Years Old, Open Occupation, Madison Bailey, Available
* Note: Winston (27) and Winston (27) are fraternal twins.
First Winston: 52 Years Old, Attorney, Gabrielle Union, Available
+ First Keaton: 52 Years Old, Lawyer, Taye Diggs, Available
----- First Keaton: 27 Years Old, Open Occupation, Keke Palmer, Available
----- First Keaton: 23 Years Old, Open Occupation, Storm Reid, Available
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Zwei Mädchen by Seidenstücker on WordPress
Friedrich Seidenstücker (German, 1882-1966) :: Ohne Titel (Zwei Mädchen), um 1930. Lempertz View on WordPress
Friedrich Seidenstücker :: Ausruhen nach dem Training (resting after training), Uhu Magazin, Mai 1932. B8 H8 View on WordPress
#friedrich seidenstücker#friedrich seidenstucker#gymnasts#jumpsuit#resting#Uhu magazine#1930s#Uhu Magazin
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hi, i’m duda :) I’m a computer science student based in germany.
i like reading, long train rides, photography, coffee, knitting, old buildings, ice/roller skating, walking in the forest.
some of my favorite bands are arctic monkeys, the smiths, hund am strand.
the songs i listen to on repeat the most lately are zombie from the cranberries, um minuto para o fim do mundo from cpm 22 and jungen mädchen from Hund am strand.
i’ll post about my journey managing motivation as an online student, learning german and maybe navigating people pleasing and building self confidence as an autistic human being if i find enough mental space for it at some point.
still kinda learning how to use this platform.
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When I was very young and impressionable I was reading a book series especially made for younger girls called "Freche Mädchen, freche Bücher" (cheeky girls, cheeky books). Usually the stories revolved about a protagonist girl falling for some guy and then getting together with him by the end. Very hetero normative and cookie cutter, but quite harmless really.
Is what you would think. But I think I got most of my insecurities and weird skewed expectations for being a woman from these fucking hellish works of fiction.
One scene that I remember particularly well is this: in the beginning of one of these stories the female protagonist is sitting on a train on her way to some holiday home and we observe her inner monologue. She is thinking about her appearance. Some stuff about her hair and her new clothes and then about how she is not too fat, because when SHE IS SITTING DOWN she has NO fat rolls on her stomach.
After reading that passage I was never quite able to shake the complex it gave me about sitting down which is just CRAZY. Your stomach is meant to do that it's a normal human function, but this shit stain of an author really thought it would be appropriate to make 12 yo girls (the series is meant for 12+ girls) think that you're only thin and beautiful when you have NO stomach rolls when sitting down!
Ngl I kinda want to track that bitch down and do some complicated revenge plan on her. Like she fucked me up for life how did I let her get away with this for so long?
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Der tagelang angekündigte Schneesturm ist fern geblieben. Stattdessen wimmert es seit Tagesanbruch nur so von schreienden Vögeln — ohne Ende in Sicht.
Der tagelang angekündigte Schneesturm ist fern geblieben. Stattdessen wimmelt es seit Tagesanbruch nur so von schreienden Vögeln — ohne Ende in Sicht. Krähen hatten sich an Darias Fenster gesetzt. Eins der Tiere sah sogar durch die Glasscheibe in das kahle Zimmer des Mädchens. In der Akademie hatte man sich hinter den Mauern der Gebäude verschanzt. Kamine wurden mit Feuerholz gefüttert und belohnten die Bewohner mit wohlig warmen Feuer. Es knisterte in den Gemeinschaftsräumen. Das Jahr hatte sich beinahe dem Ende geneigt. Die Tage wurden kürzer und die Nächte wurden finsterer. Daria hatte Angst vor dem neuen Jahr und der Konsequenzen, die es barg. Die kleine Brünette hatte noch vom letzten Training ein blaues Auge. Rose hatte erbarmungslos auf das Mädchen eingeschlagen. Daria setzte sich zurück auf ihr Bett. Krähen waren nie ein gutes Omen. Sie waren Boten des Jungen, von dem sie nicht so früh besucht werden wollte. Vielleicht suchten sie Daria schon, um ihm ihren Namen zu überreichen. Hastig sprang sie von ihrem Bett auf. Es quietschte protestierend. Daria zog die dunklen Vorhänge vor ihrem Fenster zu. Niemand hatte ihren Namen vor den Tieren gesagt. Vielleicht reichte es aus, sie nur auszusperren. Daria schüttelte ihren Kopf, bevor sie sich mit beiden Händen über das Gesicht strich. Sobald ihre Finger die violette Blessur unter ihrem Auge und den kleinen Schnitt darin berührte, zuckte sie unwillkürlich zusammen. Sie wurde allmählich paranoid.
An ihrer Tür klopfte es zaghaft. “Ich will niemand sehen, Nico”, rief sie durch die geschlossene Tür hindurch. Die Klinke drückte sich dennoch langsam nach unten. Der kleine Spalt zwischen Tür und Rahen ließ Licht in den dunklen Raum fallen. Daria sah darin den uralten Staub herumflattern.
“Ich bin nicht Nico”, erwiderte Pavel, als er seinen Kopf durch den Spalt schob. “Dich will ich erst recht nicht sehen.” Es hielt den Nekromanten allerdings nicht davon ab, ohne Einladung in das Zimmer zu schlüpfen. So leise wie es ging, schloss er die Tür hinter sich. “Bist du schwerhörig?”, wollte Daria wissen. Pavel trat ohne ein weiteres Wort auf seine Konkurrentin zu. Er streckte wortlos seine Hand nach ihrem Kinn aus, als er nahe genug an Daria stand. Ihre grauen Augen fixierten sein ausdrucksloses Gesicht. Zwischen seinen Augen allerdings fand sie etwas, was sie beunruhigte. Seit ihrer kleinen Treffen im hintersten Zimmer der Bibliothek benahm er sich zunehmend merkwürdig. Der Kuss zwischen den Büchern hatte alles geändert. Was es nicht durfte. Er musste sie umbringen. Oder Rose. Oder Aleksander. Oder sie ihn. Dennoch schob sie seine Hand nicht von ihrem Gesicht. Sie starrte ihn einfach nur schweigend an, während ihr erbärmliches Herz derweil in ihrer Brust zersprang. Hatte man ihr nicht beigebracht, ihre Gefühle nicht im Herzen zu tragen? Sie senkte ihren Blick auf den dunklen Boden. Daria konnte die Akademie nicht mehr sehen. Alles war dunkel. Schwarz. Die Farbe der Magie, die man ihnen allen auf die Nase band. Pavels Zeigefinger wanderte unter Darias Kinn. Wie vor wenigen Tagen in der Bibliothek. “Sie hätte das nicht tun sollen”, flüsterte er beinahe. Daria schnaubte. Nur wenige Worte hatten ausgereicht, damit sie ihren Mut zusammennehmen konnte. Hastig schob sie Pavels Hand von ihrem Gesicht. “Die Regeln gelten nicht mehr. Das Jahr ist fast vorbei.” Was das bedeutete, musste sie ihm nicht erklären. Sie wich einen Schritt von ihm weg. “Was willst du hier?”, fragte sie, statt der Stille und unausgesprochenen Worten zwischen ihnen die Oberhand gewinnen zu lassen. “Ich wollte nach dir sehen.” Da waren sie wieder. Diese verdammten unausgesprochenen Worte! “Hast du. Jetzt kannst du ja gehen”, erwiderte Daria harsch. Keine Gefühle. Auch wenn es ihr die Kehle zuschnürte. “Niemand wird dich töten, Daria.” Sie runzelte ihre Stirn. Es schmerzte. “Wie kommst du auf diesen Blödsinn? Natürlich wird das einer von euch.” Sie war nicht unbedingt die Begabteste der Auserwählten. “Ich werde es nicht zulassen”, sagte er entschlossen. Hätte Darias Stirn tiefere Falten werfen können, hätte sie es sicher getan. “Bist du auf den Kopf gefallen?” Es gab nur einen am Ende des Jahres. Pavel kam näher. Die Fensterbank presste sich in Darias Rücken. Keine Nähe, schoss es ihr durch den Kopf. Nicht schon wieder. “Niemand wird dir weh tun.” Daria wäre am liebsten geflüchtet. Wie sie es nach ihrem Kuss getan hatte. Sie würde ihre Beine in die Hand nehmen und rennen. “Ich will nicht, dass man dir stattdessen etwas tut”, murmelte sie. Sie konnte die Worte nicht aufhalten. Ihr verräterisches Herz hatte sie betrogen. “Lass uns abhauen”, schlug er vor. “Weit weg von der Akademie und ihren Regeln und ihren Spielchen.” Das klang wie Musik in ihren Ohren. Aber es war unmöglich. Träumen durfte man aber trotzdem, oder?
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Ok so I was reading Plato on the train--as one does--and I realized the toast Manuela von Meinhardis gives to Fraulein von Bernburg in Mädchen in Uniform is a direct allusion to the speech Alcibiades gives about Socrates in the Symposium, right, which makes the nested identifications--me with Manuela and Alciabiades, Manuela with Alciabiades, EvB with Socrates and Eros, Agnes with Socrates, my obsession with Agnes--like 20x funnier. Socrates IS a girl's name, and it's Elisabeth von Bernburg, holy of holies, long may she reign!!! Also fantastic for the Caritas theology Christa Winsloe is drawing on at the same time, though the speech is constructed, rhetorically, like an ancient Greek eulogy/encomium. Interwar literati love to signify homoeroticism with Abrahamic/Hellenistic syncretism
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Du legst darauf Wert auf einen gut erzogenen Ehemann, der Dir gehorcht, sich artig und Dir, aber auch gegenüber anderen Frauen und Mädchen respektvoll benimmt und den größten Teil der Haushaltsarbeiten, wenn nicht sämtliche ausübt. Dein Mann aber benimmt sich wie ein Pascha, ist frech, faul und ungehorsam. Du liebst ihn, und Du bist deshalb fest entschlossen sein Verhalten grundlegend zu ändern, damit er sich zukünftig so verhält, wie Du es Dir wünschst. Du solltest sein ungezogenes Verhalten auf keinen Fall, um Deiner selbst willen, noch länger tolerieren. Verschiebe diesen Vorsatz nicht länger, sondern fange sofort mit seiner Erziehung an. Nur mit Strenge, Unnachgiebigkeit und strikten Bestrafungen wirst Du dieses lohnenswerte Ziel erreichen. Hier dazu einige Anregungen:
Verabreiche ihm regelmäßige strenge Züchtigungen, schon bei kleinere Verstöße immer auf seinen nackten Po. Auch wenn er dabei weint und Besserung gelobt, solltest Du nie die Anzahl der Schläge, die Du ihm Anfangs zugedacht hast reduzieren!
Befehle ihn danach sich in die Ecke zu stellen, sichtbar mit seinen nackten, versohlten Po und mit seinem Gesicht zur Wand! So denkt er über sein Befehle ihn danach sich in die Ecke zu stellen, sichtbar mit seinen nackten, versohlten Po und mit seinem Gesicht zur Wand! So denkt er über sein schlechtes Verhalten nach und bereut und wird sein Verhalten positiv ändern! Um ihm dafür genügen Zeit zu geben, mindestens für eine viertel Stunde! Verhalten nach und bereut und wird sein Verhalten positiv ändern! Gib ihm genügend Zeit zur Einsicht und ihn dort mindestens für eine viertel Stunde stehen oder knien!
Lass ihn ständig kindliche Wäsche tragen, damit ihm jederzeit bewusst ist, es ist nicht er, sondern Du bist es, die in Eure Ehe die Hosen anhat!
Glaube nicht an seine leeren Versprechungen Dir künftig zu gehorchen, nur um eine Reduzierung seiner Strafe zu erreichen. Er wird das nur ausnutzen, indem er auch damit versucht, Deine Autorität zu untergraben. Also bleibe ihm gegenüber hart und konsequent.
Lieber 10 Rohrstockschläge auf seinen nackten Po mehr, als einen zu wenig!
Männer müssen ständig und nachhaltig bestraft werden, damit sie nicht in ihr altes, ungezogenes Rollenverhalten zurückfallen. Deshalb ist es notwendig, zusätzlich weitere Strafen zu verhängen, wie Stubenarrest, Gebot, Verbote. Gib ihm eindeutige Befehle, die er ohne Widerrede gewissenhaft und unverzüglich auszuführen hat! Ob diese ihm passt oder nicht!
Bedenke, er ist in seiner Seele und in seinem Verhalten nur ein kleiner, frecher Junge! Er wird immer Dein kleiner Junge bleiben, der Dir jederzeit zu gehorchen hat, und der Deine Führung benötigt. Deshalb solltest Du ihn auch wie einen kleinen Jungen behandeln und erziehen, nur mit dem Unterschied, er wird von Dir zusätzlich mit Prügel auf seinen nackten Po bestraft, was bei einem sich bei einem unflätig benehmenden Ehemann unbedingt erforderlich ist, und zwar immer dann, wenn er nicht spurt.
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You value a well-mannered husband who obeys you, behaves well and respectfully you and other women and girls, and does most, if not all, of the household chores! But your husband behaves like a pasha, is cheeky, lazy and disobedient. You love him, and you are therefore determined to fundamentally change his behavior, so that he behaves the way you want him to be in the future. You should definitely not tolerate his naughty behavior any longer for your own sake. Don't put off that resolution any longer, but start training him right away. Only with rigor, relentlessness and severe punishments will you achieve this worthwhile goal. Here are some suggestions:
Give him regular severe punishments, always on his bare buttocks, even for minor violations. Even if he cries and promises to get better, you should never reduce the number of hits you initially allotted him!
Then order him to stand in the corner, showing his bare, spanked butt and with his face to the wall! So he thinks about his bad behavior and repent and will change his behavior for the better! Give him enough time to remorse and have him stand or kneel there for at least a quarter of an hour!
Let him wear constantly childlike underwear, so that he is always aware that it is not him but it is you who wears the trousers in your marriage!
Don't believe in his empty promises to obey you in the future, just to get a reduction in his punishment. He will only take advantage of this by trying to undermine your authority as well. So be tough and consistent with him.
Better 10 cane hits on his bare buttocks more than one too few!
Men need constant and sustained punishment, to keep them from reverting to their old naughty roles. It is therefore necessary to impose additional penalties, such as confinement, orders, bans. Give him clear orders, which he has to carry out conscientiously and without delay! Whether it suits him or not!
Remember, he is just a cheeky little boy in his soul and in his demeanor! He will always be your little boy who has to obey you at all times and needs your guidance. That's why you should treat and educate him just like a little boy, only with the difference that you will also punish him with a spanking on his bare buttocks, which is absolutely necessary for a husband who behaves rudely, and whenever he doesn't knuckle under.
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Ich liebe dich. Ich liebe dich, verdammt ich liebe dich so wie ich es nicht erklären kann. Und das weißt du, das ist nichts Neues. Aber. Aber das ist nicht der Grund, dass wir zusammen sind und zusammen bleiben, denn für eine Beziehung braucht es nicht nur Liebe. Der Grund ist dass ich weiß, dass wir nicht aufgeben, dass wir kämpfen. Der Grund ist, dass ich vor meinen Augen sehen kann, wie wir ein Haus und ein Auto kaufen und zwei Kinder großziehen und dass ich dabei nicht denke, dass das unmöglich ist, sondern lächle und, ja, mir sage, hoff nicht so hoch. Ich weiß, ich muss realistisch sein, ich weiß. Ich weiß, wir sind zu jung für alles und dass die wenigsten Beziehungen wie unsere auf den ersten Blick halten. Ich weiß wie du das siehst, aber ich sehe wie du unsere Kinder von Training zu Training fährst und ihnen von Geschichte erzählst als wärst du hauptberuflich Historiker und Romanautor, ich sehe wie du ihnen erzählst, was ihre Mama für eine wunderschöne Frau ist :) und wie sie sich ekeln, wenn wir uns in der Küche küssen wie im Film. Ja, ich hab zu viele Liebesfilme gesehen, auch damit hast du recht. Ich sehe, wie wir uns besprechen, wenn unser Mädchen langsam Jungsbesuch kriegt oder unser Junge sich beim Sport verletzt, wie du. Ich sehe das alles vor mir obwohl ich die bin, die andauernd sagt, sie weiß nicht.. diese Sache mit den Kindern.. muss nicht.
Du sagst, du hat Angst, Paare trennen sich von zu viel Streit. Manchmal habe ich auch Angst, ich hab wirklich große Angst, ich habe Angst dass es mich eiskalt und unvorbereitet erwischt oder auch vorbereitet, das macht es nicht besser. Ich habe so eine Angst, dass ich dich nicht mehr umarmen kann, nicht mehr ausführlich von meinem Tag erzählen kann, sogar Angst, nie zeitlichen Schulstress zu haben. Ich hab Angst, dass du mich nicht berührst, nicht mehr zu dir ziehst, keine Angst haben musst, mich zu zerquetschen, ich habe Angst diesen liebevollen Blick nie mehr auf mir ruhen zu spüren und dass wir nicht mehr herumalbern und ich nicht mehr glücklich an dich denken kann, bevor ich einschlafe. Ich hab Angst, keine Gute Nacht und keine Ich liebe dich Nachrichten mehr aufploppen zu sehen, die im Bauch kribbeln, ja, immer noch immer kurz kribbeln und mich die Luft einsaugen lassen. Ich habe Angst, zu vergessen wie du riechst und Angst davor, dir nicht gleich von allem erzählen können, was ich so erlebe. Angst, dir jeden Tag begegnen, dich jeden Tag sehen zu müssen und mir nichts anmerken lassen zu wollen. Ich hab sogar Angst davor, dass wir nicht mehr diskutieren, dass niemand mehr Schlimm mit dir sagt und mich auf die Palme bringt.
Und dann erinnere ich mich. Ich erinnere mich, dass ich keine Angst haben muss, weil wir doch wir sind und solange wir wir sind und nicht nur du und ich, solange wir zusammenhalten und zusammengehören, solange ich mir sicher bin, dass ich das will, weiß ich für mich dass ich auch kämpfe. Ich weiß, dass wir auch hinkriegen, wenn was ist und dass wir Angst haben ist in Ordnung, weil das heißt, dass wir uns wichtig sind. Dass ist keine böse Vorahnung, sondern ein Beweis für Wichtigkeit. Ich weiß, dass wir große Herausforderungen meistern werden, große Distanz und sowieso auch die kleinen, solange wir uns beiden wichtig genug sind, was dafür zu tun.
Es tut mir leid, dass ich andauernd meckere und mir immer wieder irgendwas durch den Kopf geht, was meine Stimmung drückt und kompliziert ist. Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht einfach denke, alles ist in Ordnung, ihr habt euch und das reicht. Es tut mir leid, dass ich kompliziert bin und nicht geradeaus sage, was ich denke, sondern erwarte, dass du es mir von den Lippen liest, das macht uns das Leben beiden schwerer. Es tut mir leid, aber ich habe gesagt wir kriegen alles hin und das meinte ich und solche Dinge kriegt man nur hin, wenn man selbst versucht sich zu bessern, also ich gebe mir Mühe.
Ich liebe dich. Unbegreiflich. Aber das ist nicht der Grund, warum wir zusammen sind und es auch bleiben. Und jetzt weißt du welcher es ist.
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