#as other women can also act up & there's a higher chance of taking them on successfully without weapons vs xys.
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I'm bi and yeah your note on women not having solidarity seems sadly true. Apart from not dating men would there be anything you would suggest to improve ones life apart from stating away from those women if possible?
I love this question because this is how to start thinking: being practical.
What it takes to "improve ones life" is subjective so with that said firstly define what a better life(style) for yourself away from moids would look like. Temporarily mentally remove xy terrorist existence. What would your habits/routine be? What would you work towards & pour your energy into? What would you want to be? What would you center your life around? Take your time with these questions or anymore that come up. Have a general idea then be more specific and start breaking your life down into sectors/sections/areas, then look at where you want to be in those areas and work towards it.
For example; I divide my life into 6-7 aspects:
Physical Strength - Not just about muscle but knowing how to fight, where to hit and when to fight. Being stronger makes it easier to defend yourself in altercations (especially with other women). Some mfs will try you & you cant always rely on others coming to your rescue. Also work on building stamina to help endurance, and keeping as healthy as possible.
Emotional Strength - If you cant control your emotions they will control you. In a world of chaos being emotionally strong will let you cut through the noise and focus on what truly matters. Building emotional strength is not easy but it's worth it. Being able to rise above immediate reactions and pace yourself will allow you to assess situations more rationally & make more beneficial choices.
Finances - Get your bag up. Having money to gain resources is imperative to quality of life. I dont care what anyone says having a certain amount of money in life WILL make you happier as you're able to meet your needs better. Having more money/resources also makes it easier to support other women should you choose to do so, it also allows you to be more influential and have more control over your life. However, dont become a slave to getting money tho because that's how you get scammed.
Network - The type of people you hang around can make or break who you are as a person. Aim to connect with likeminded women who will encourage & inspire you as you go on this journey. Hang around people that value & will be honest with you while giving you grace. Not all women you engage with have to be single & childfree but beware the moid crazy ones because they will bring danger to you in their quest for maIe validation. Life isn't perfect but you cant go wrong having the right people around you, valuable relationships are hard to find but it goes a long way even if it's just online. However, no company > bad company.
Spirituality/Guide - Having something bigger than yourself to guide you through the chaos in this world can offer guidance/purpose that keeps you grounded & focused. For many people generally this is religion/god. Not everyone needs or ascribes to religion/spirituality though, but at least consider sets of morals/beliefs to follow. However even that isn't for everyone. So if you feel better off without spirituality or a 'higher' guide at least be clear on it & your reasons why (for yourself).
Hobbies & Interests - As turbulent as the world is, find things to enjoy amidst the chaos. Constant work, doom, and gloom will not change anything you will only hurt yourself. Take time to indulge in things that make you happy to recharge & relax. Engage in hobbies that serve you, share your passion with other women & hear theirs out too. It goes a long way in terms of mental health.
Security - It takes privilege to decide to not get married or have children as a woman & live it out. Everyone's situation is different so what I'll generally suggest is to constantly look into how you can protect yourself, have backup methods, and stay in the loop of xy predation. Dont drown in it but moids are predators & being completely blind to them is being blind to danger. Elaborated on point 10 here.
Sounds like a lot? Great, it'll keep you busy because this isn't a vacation or destination but a lifestyle. And to be honest, some of y'all can do with the busyness as it'll let you focus on what actually matters. This not to say to overwhelm yourself in things for the sake of it but to prioritise your energy on effective things for your life. As you focus on building you'll find that you have less energy to care about insignificant stuff or stuff out of your control anyways. For example, Instead of getting wound up about user somerandomadjectivefem stirring discourse calling you an extremist or whining about how impossible it is for her & other women to live without romantic love n' whatnot (or even women irl pulling this crap), you either ignore or quickly shut down the conversation & swiftly move on.
Everything I've mentioned are just examples, you may feel differently do whatever you feel best applies. Also remember to enjoy the process along the way as you are living through it afterall :3
Long story short: Work on building resources & other aspects of your life up for yourself.
#Many tend to shy away from the single childfree lifestyle bc the traditional map/railguards aren't there but thats the fun part of it#for me is figuring it out; figuring myself & the world out; trial-and-error to carve an environment & lifestyle best for me#Few side notes bc I dont want the blog to be too long:#Regarding physical strength: I know that no amount of training will make you as strong as the average moid but it isnt in vain#as other women can also act up & there's a higher chance of taking them on successfully without weapons vs xys.#Regarding section on being busy: Personally I dont care for discourse surrounding this topic because my mind is on other things like making#sure my reps for the day are in; making sure I'm staying up-to-date with knowledge I need to do my job; building sources of income#outside of my job;engrossing myself in my interests; for example. You become productively busy enough & what other women do doesnt bother#you. That's not to say completely ignore or not criticise moid-aligned actions; but dont spend too much time wallowing in doing so.#female separatist#female separatism#blackpill feminism#blackpill feminist#wineauntmovement#wine aunt#decentering men
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Death's Angel
Pairing: König (stalker/serial killer)/Fem!Reader
Rated: Explicit. 18+
Summary: "Please just let me go! I promise I won't tell! I have a wife! I have a child!" He's heard all the pleas before, but König is finally struck with the oddest dying wish he's ever heard. "Can you kiss me?"
Word Count: 22,480
Warnings:
Rape/Non-Con: Sexual assault, I do NOT go into detail on that part, but uh, it's there.
Dub-Con/Consensual non-consent: (+mentions of rape/cnc porn). CNC as a coping mechanism, which (in this case) is dubious as it is not discussed beforehand. + Blood play, knife play, degradation.
(Non-consensual) voyeurism (König is a stalker).
Violence (König is a serial killer).
Fluff (lol it's actually pretty sweet)
A/N: Based on [an ask] I got a couple of months ago. 4 parts in 1. [Read on AO3] for chapter divisions.
[Multi-fandom Masterlist]
[Death’s Kiss]
He cursed himself for getting distracted. But, as much as the military would like to believe he isn't, he is only human. And a particularly buxom woman overtly flirting with him had drawn his eyes from his target. He rejected the woman's advances (maybe he will find her later, there was nothing quite like fucking after killing), and went about searching for his target. Unfortunately he had to be discreet, he couldn't just push people out of his way, as much as he would love to.
He caught sight of a back exit and followed his instincts, they hardly ever led him astray, and took the chance that his target had left this way. He’d only taken a few steps into the dark alley when he heard sounds of a struggle. ‘What’s this?’ He followed the sound of a frustrated groan quickly followed by a “fuckin’ bitch!” and a woman’s scream cut short.
König stuck to the shadows, plenty around this late, and slipped his sniper hood on as he rounded a dumpster. There was his target, a man in his thirties, with one hand over a woman’s mouth and the other holding a knife he just shoved into the woman’s stomach.
Interesting. König couldn’t exactly say what drew him to kill certain targets. He just saw someone and decided. Sometimes he’d do recon, other times, like tonight, he’d just see what the night had in store for him. This was the first time he had come across one of his targets committing well, if the woman’s torn dress and the man’s hand now stuffed under her skirt were anything to go by, sexual assault and likely murder.
König could understand murder. He might even respect it. But he could not tolerate rape. There were always one or two men in his unit he had to keep an eye on. Who were likely to take advantage of the women of a war torn country. Not only were those the easiest of his victims to cover up, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the higher ups placed them on his team on purpose. Let him deal with the troublemakers before they get out of hand.
Why he should have contempt for one heinous act over another was also something he didn’t bother to think about. Thus he didn’t bother to think when he pulled his target off of the woman.
-
Red. He’d forever associate this moment with red. Your eyes, which caught his for a fraction of second as he grabbed the man’s shoulder, were red, either from tears or because the man had hit you, or both. There was a bright red ribbon that matched the color of freshly spilled blood hanging loosely from your hair, spiraling elegantly down your shoulder before getting stuck to your skin with blood. Blood, dark red and spilling freely in some places, already clotting in others, almost looked fake. Too…pretty. Most beguiling of all, were splashes of red across your lovely white dress, from the top, which was now ripped free of your body, to the flared skirt.
Red had always been his favorite color.
The man was quick enough on his feet to regain his balance and pull out of König’s grasp, if only for a moment, as he reeled and threw a wild punch at König.
König caught the first easily, smiling under his mask, as the man’s eyes went wide as he realized how much bigger König was. “F-fuck!”
He tried to yank his fist back, which König let go of as he hooked one boot behind the man’s foot. He chuckled as the man flailed and fell on his ass with an undignified scream. Before the man could get back to his feet and run away, König planted his boot on his chest and leaned down.
“What should I do with you, hm?” König hummed playfully while leaning down and pressing his weight onto the man’s chest even more. He had been planning on taking the man to a secondary location, an out of the way warehouse at the edge of town, so he could take his time. But even now he was aware of a second set of eyes on him.
“N-nothing! You can have her, let me go!” The man struggled against König’s boot, and struggled to breath as König pressed down again.
“Her?” He looked over his shoulder at you, hunched against a wall with blood slowly forming a puddle around you.
You should have been crying for help, or trying to get to your phone that he could see a few feet from you. You should have been trying to save your life. But instead you were watching him. Your eyes were glazed over as your life slowly drained away, but you were watching him. No. You were watching him kill your attacker, waiting to see what happened. And a shiver of excitement ran down his spine. He never had a witness before…
Then he looked down again, “what use is a dead woman?”
That’s when the man screamed, using what little strength he had to try to punch König’s leg.
“Ow.” König deadpanned, but removed his foot from the man’s chest anyways.
He let the man scramble to his feet, but when he turned to run away, König grabbed him by the back of his head, his giant hand making a viscous grip in the man’s hair, and yanked him back. The man screamed, hands flying to the back of his head to try to pry König’s hand off of him. König lifted the man into the air before slamming him face first into the brick wall in front of them.
Not even the muffled and gurgled screams could drown out the sickening crunch of bone. While still holding the man’s face into the brick wall, he turned to look at you, looking for the familiar fear that should be in your eyes. There was none. Again, you weren’t even looking at him, not really. You were looking at the man, weakly struggling against König’s hold.
Hm. There was no fear in your eyes. But you were alert to…something. Too close to Death, maybe? He wondered what it would take for you to react.
Without even looking back at the man, he pulled his fist back for a moment, the man gasping for air through broken teeth, and slammed him back into the wall. It was at that point that the man went limp in his hand. Your only reaction was to cough, blood spraying from your mouth and down your chin.
‘Nothing?’
Returning his attention to the man, König pulled the back from the wall again and with his free hand grabbed the side of the man’s face. In one quick motion he pulled and snapped the man’s neck. That earned him…a cough for sure, but, was that a laugh turned to a cough?
He dropped the man and kicked the body over, making sure that he was really dead, when he noticed you moving out of his peripheral. You had wrapped both hands over the handle of the knife protruding from your stomach.
“You’ll only bleed out faster.” He raised his voice and turned his head enough to look at you again.
You froze and looked up at him as he slowly turned from the man to you. From where he had planted himself, he took in more of your appearance, of your wounds. Your hands, now resting weakly in your lap, were cut from a blade and scraped up from the brick wall you were pushed into and cement below you, proving that you had at least attempted to fight back before being overpowered. There was a large gash below your neck and over your collarbone that leaked blood onto your nude chest. A shame, a quick thought crossed his mind, that such a pretty pair of tits is going to die.
His eyes followed down the rivulet of blood from your chest to your waist. Oh. Cherries. What he initially mistook as blood splatter all over your pretty white dress was in fact part of the dress itself, a pattern of cute little cherries. What a vision you were, must have looked like a little angel before you met your fate.
“Hey,” you croaked out in a heavy, wet, sigh.
Since it seemed to take so much effort to get one word out, he did you the favor of moving closer to you. Once he was near enough to you, his eyes drifted down to the knife. He didn’t kill that man to save you. In fact, it was his intent to let you die. He could finish the job. Do it quickly too, as a mercy.
“Can you-” You breathed out another heavy sigh, attempting to curb a cough. “-kiss me?”
König’s eyes snapped up to your face, blinking and his head tilting even more as he processed your question. Did he hear you right? “What?”
“I want,” you paused and licked your lips that were both dry but slick in blood. “My last kiss to be my choice.”
Ah! He blinked once more as he looked at your pathetically small body and the puddle of blood under you. You knew you were going to die.
He never had a witness to one of his killings. He also never fulfilled someone’s dying wish. An odd night of firsts. He dropped down to one knee next to you and nodded. “Alright.” What was the harm in it?
With one gloved hand he gently tilted your chin towards him and lifted the bottom of his hood with the other. His eyes slid shut as he softly pressed his lips to yours. He meant for it to be chaste, just a small peck to honor your wish, but the metallic tang of your blood slipped into his mouth, and he liked it. The coppery blood was tinged with a hint of what he could only describe as sweet. He had never tasted blood like that. His own was acrid in comparison. He wanted more.
He leaned down closer and pressed his lips just a bit harder against yours, agitating the cut on your lip. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, gently sucking on the cut in your lip to draw more blood into his mouth and he had to hold back a moan. As tempted as he was to shove his tongue further, a pained whimper from you stopped him. He pulled away, licking his lips as he dropped his hood back in place.
You coughed out a muttered “thank you,” and sighed, like you were ready to accept your death.
Too bad he hadn’t met you earlier in the night, he thought as he looked at you again. Then, and he’s not sure why he even tried, he pulled a knife from his belt and began to cut away at the top of your dress that was already hanging off of your body. “Remain calm, Engel.”
Once he had a sufficient amount of fabric he pressed it around the knife wound. “Keep pressure here.”
Your hands, small and weak, took over and despite the pained cry, you did as he said.
He stood up quickly and picked up your phone, or what he simply assumed was your phone. The screen was cracked but still lit up as he pressed a side button. The emergency number was just one press away from being dialed.
He hit dial and returned to you, helping you stem the bleeding once more, and held the phone up to your mouth. “Tell them where we are. You might live if they’re fast enough.”
You coughed out an answer to the operator, barely managing a weak “help” with a street name and the name of the club you stepped out of.
You were unconscious by the time he saw emergency lights, but at least you were still alive. He remained with you as long as he could, daring even a few seconds too long, and slipped away before police and paramedics found you. And the body of the man who attacked you.
Even as König sat in his truck, forcing himself to relax, he knew it would be better for him if you died.
He hoped you lived.
[Death’s Touch]
A week ago he met a dying angel with sweet and pretty blood. He expected the police to show up within a day or two. Even if he hadn’t shown his face to you, or done something so stupid as to give you a name, how many behemoth men with Austrian accents were there in the city? That simple description of him was the reason why he was careful there were no witnesses to his killings. That simple description was why he had considered letting you die in that alley.
But the police never showed up.
König frowned as he fit the last piece of the gun he had been meticulously cleaning in place. Did the police not show up because you…died? He waited too long to help you and now he’d never even get to know your name.
Of course, he didn’t know for sure that you were dead, and that had him anxious. He had to know.
A few days later, and an I.O.U to Hutch, König was able to read the police report from that night. He learned three important things. The first was that you were still alive. The second was that there was no mention of him, or even a rescuer. No description of a large man. No APB out on him. And lastly, he learned your name and address.
You lived in a modest flat, the worst thing about it was its utter lack of security. There wasn’t even a gate. It was too easy to find various watch points that looked into your flat. Or would have. You apparently weren’t in the habit of opening your curtains. Only a good thing, as far as he was concerned, who knows what kind of creeps could be watching?
For a day, he wondered if he had the right flat. He’d been watching all day and didn’t see you once. Just before his patience wore out the next day, however, food was delivered to your flat and he finally caught a glimpse of you again.
That was it. The confirmation he needed. You were alive and for whatever reason you didn’t tell the police about him. Both good things.
He could leave. He could forget about you now.
…
It was two days later when you finally left your flat. Yes, he was still watching your flat, a sense of relief flooding him every time you opened the door for food.
He followed you until you parked at a clinic. He knew there would be cameras all over the place, so he continued driving and didn’t pull into the same parking lot as you. Instead he drove to the next light, made a u-turn and parked at the drug store across the street.
An hour and a half later he saw you leave the clinic. You were fast, one might even say you were lightly jogging. As he started his truck to follow you, he realized that you walked at that same speed when you left the flat.
“Oh, my little angel. Are you frightened?”
Too scared to leave the safety of your home most days, and barely leaving to see a doctor. Well, he couldn’t blame you.
A part of him was content knowing that he would be able to easily find you now.
Just his luck, though, his leave was up and he had to ship out to a new base. Hopefully, by time he got back you would still be holed up in your little flat, safely tucked away for him.
-
By the time he was granted leave again, it had been four months since you were attacked. It didn’t take him long to find you again. Of course you were at home, and that morning he followed you to an office, then back home. A routine. Having a solid routine helped with his own anxiety, of course it would ease yours.
The only thing that did surprise him was that from his old vantage point, and with the help of a scope, he was able to see into your bedroom now. Not a full view, but the curtains were cracked just enough. The weather had been getting better, had you opened your window at one point and weren’t so diligent with the curtains when you closed it?
Blue light softly illuminated your room as you settled into bed that night. He could sympathize with you. He knew plenty of men who could not sleep without the aid of some kind of white noise. But as he watched you through his scope he realized that the tossing and turning he thought was keeping you awake was more intentional than not. There was no mistaking the way you were rolling your hips.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he leaned forward in his truck, as if that could somehow get him a better view through your window.
His dick twitched when you turned to lay flat on your stomach, your hips rocking faster against the pillow (or blanket?) that you had between your legs. He thought about you in that alley, looking all pretty so close to death, “-kiss me?” and tasting so sweet.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your head hanging down but still turned away from him. Not that he could really make out your figure fully, his mind was filling in what he could not see. One of his hands dropped to his crotch to adjust his pants, but didn’t touch his semi-hard dick. He liked to think he had more self control than that. Until he remembered that little whimper you let when he kissed you too hard and he needed to hear you again.
Before he could stop himself to weigh his decision, he was already out of the truck and halfway across the parking lot. He was called a human battering ram, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be stealthy, or pick a lock. In fact, he was already trying to think of a way to get you new, better, locks since it was so easy to break into your flat.
The lights were all off and in dark clothes and his sniper hood, it was easy to blend into the shadows. The place was small, the door opened into an open concept living room to kitchen. He paid no mind to furnishing, focusing instead on the light that emanated from the bedroom.
As he got closer to the door, left slightly ajar, the sound of heavy breathing got louder. It was a sound that sent an excited thrum through his veins as he leaned against the wall and peeked into the bedroom.
In the time it had taken for him to enter your flat, you had switched positions again. You were sitting up on your knees, back towards him (the door, rather), with a blanket pooled around you and a pillow between your thighs. You weren’t wearing anything provocative, just a large tee shirt from what he could see, but it was bunched up around your hips just reaching your bare thighs.
He could feel his body getting hotter, his dick getting harder, but he was trained well enough to keep his breathing steady, quiet. Fuck though, what he would give to see you from the front, or below. To have you riding his cock like that, your soft hands planted firmly on his chest as you were now bracing yourself on the bed.
You let out a gasp, such a sweet sound that went straight to his dick, and arched your back, one hand flying behind you to steady yourself while the other pulled the pillow harder against you. He closed his eyes for a second, savoring your breaths, as he imagined gripping your hip, you’d probably cry out from how rough his hands were, but you’d like it anyway. He imagined watching his cock stretching out your little pussy while his other hand played with your clit.
When he opened his eyes again, he glanced over at the laptop (the source of light that he initially mistook for a television) but it wasn’t angled right for him to see what was on the screen. It was obvious, with the way you kept your eyes on the screen, though. There was no sound that he could hear, so he figured you were wearing earbuds. What kind of porn did his little angel like to watch? Huge cock, perhaps? Did you fantasize about taking a cock as big as his?
Underneath his hood he had to bite down on his lips to keep from groaning, especially when you started to moan as you started to bounce and grind your pussy harder onto that stupid fucking pillow. He could give you something so much better to rub your pussy on.
One of your hands snaked under your shirt to play with your tits, your whines getting a little louder and he squeezed his fists hard. If he touched himself now, he wouldn’t stop until he came, and that was a little too risky right now.
Just as he was about to give in and stuff his hand down his pants, you let out a muffled moan, one hand covering your mouth, even though no one was (supposed) to be around to hear you. Your hips slowed down to gentle rolls as you leaned forward, slowly stretching out and riding out your orgasm. His hips jerked forward, seeking friction against nothing, and his eyes rolled back at your moan.
Your little whimpers still filling the air only made his cock throb painfully hard in his pants. He remained still, watching as you slowly got up and moved to the other side of the room. Judging by the light suddenly flooding the room for a second only to fade when he heard a door close, he assumed it was the bathroom. He sighed, leaning against the wall, and took a deep breath, hoping to catch your scent.
He quickly left while you were cleaning up, and took extra care to make sure your door was locked.
As soon as he made it back to his truck, he tore off his gloves, shucked his pants down just enough to pull his dick out and spit in his hand. He leaned back, eyes closed as he recalled what he had just seen with vivid detail.
"Mmm, fuck. Engel." He mumbled under his breath as his hand pumped fast strokes up and down his cock.
He could still see you humping your pillow, still hear the symphony of your moans filling the air. He squeezed harder, rolled his hand over the tip of his cock and spread the ample precum down the shaft. He was so close already. His hips bucked up as he fucked his fist, picturing you bouncing on his cock. He groaned, your name slipping out of his mouth, even though you had yet to formally introduce yourself to him.
His whole body tensed, his breath coming out in desperate ragged pants, as he stroked himself faster. A litany of curses, in both English and German, filled the cabin as he came. He continued to stroke himself slowly, with a loose grip, as he eased himself down, just as had. He even imagined himself burying his nose in the crook of your neck, or resting his forehead on your shoulder, making you whimper from lazy and sloppy kisses.
He finally opened his eyes, a spark of sadness in his heart as he saw nothing but the roof of his truck instead of the vision that was you. He sighed and reached the hand that wasn't covered in his own cum around the passenger seat to grab a few napkins he'd thrown there earlier.
Once he cleaned up, as well as he could, he returned home. He just needed a few hours of sleep. He knew your schedule, he'd return later.
-
He arrived back at your flat after you should have left for work. He scanned the car lot to make sure your car was gone (it was) and made sure the coast was clear to break into your flat again (it was). This time he did take a moment to take in the space. Everything was meticulously clean, spotless, not even dust in high up places. He wondered if you were like this before the attack, or if this was a result of self isolation.
Then he moved over to the bedroom. Just like the living room, everything was nicely in order and the bed was perfectly made. Excited warmth spread through him when he saw two pillows sitting on your bed. He slipped his hood off, hooking it in his waistband, and dropped onto the bed. He took a deep breath and nuzzled his face into one of the pillows. An incredibly intoxicating mix of perfume and detergent and you filled his senses and he hummed in delight.
One hand reached up and gripped the other pillow, feeling the softness, about to bring it to his chest when he paused. He spotted your laptop on the nightstand and sat up. He picked it up, a tube of cherry chapstick rolling to the other side of the nightstand, and opened it up. He watched the screen as it loaded.
No password? Well, he supposed that made sense considering you lived alone.
Now, he tapped away, what had you so worked up last night?
His eyebrows shot up, eyes a little wide, as he made his way through your browser history. “Oh, Engel.” He felt himself getting excited as saw various types of CNC and rape porn. “You still think about that night.” Honestly, he did too.
Before he got too turned on, he made sure to clear the history and set the laptop back where he found it. Then he got up and straightened out the bed.
If that was what you wanted, he would be happy to help fulfill your fantasies.
-
It had been four months since your attack. Everyone around you had been sympathetic at first. It was a bit overwhelming, having people you barely talked to go out of their way to make sure you weren’t feeling unsafe. It only took two months for them to move on. It was a blessing in that you felt like you finally had space to breathe, but now people were unpredictable, unwanted casual touches or getting too close to you, and it had you retreating back to your cubicle every time.
When you declined invitations to go out, people would joke that you were being boring. Maybe it was time you moved on too?
The next time you were invited out, you agreed, on the condition that you didn’t have to go home to change.
“Yay! That’s fine! Trust me, it’ll be fun!” Your friend and coworker said as she slapped hand on your shoulder.
You winced and moved out of her touch with the excuse of needing to get back to your desk. The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful and you soon found yourself at a new bar.
Thirty minutes in, once the appetizers were gone and the alcohol flowing freely, your work friends got to be a little much. You didn't want to drink, you were assured that no one would be getting drunk. That was wrong, of course, and you silently wondered if you were invited just to be designated driver and get everyone home safely. You were not going to do that.
It was easy to slip away unnoticed. You just needed some space and so headed towards the back where the bathrooms were.
For a Friday night it felt oddly empty. Maybe because it was out of the way, maybe because it looked like an employee only area. Whatever the case, you’re thankful for-
You didn’t even have to catch your breath before you were suddenly pushed into a wall, a large hand clasp around your mouth preventing you from screaming. Fear and panic shot through your body as memories of the night you were attacked surfaced, fueling your struggle. Not again, not here, not with so many people around.
Both of your hands pulled at the hand on your mouth and you finally looked up only to freeze. Even the panic in you seized up, unsure whether or not you were being threatened. Piercing blue eyes stared at you from underneath a black hood. The bleach stained tear streaks are a frightening illusion of humanity that you’re not certain is even there.
“You!” Well, at least that what you tried to say, his hand still muffled your voice.
This man, the man who saved you that night, held you up against the wall, your toes barely scraping the floor, with one hand covering your mouth. It was almost the exact same position your attacker held you in right before he stabbed you. Part of you wanted to panic still, had your heart racing and breathing quickly. But another part of you was just…confused. He wasn’t doing anything else but holding you. If he had wanted to kill you, among other things, he could have done it back in that alley. Instead he saved you. He killed the man who attacked you. He helped you call an ambulance. He stopped you from bleeding out. You didn’t even say a word about him to the police. So why would he want to hurt you now?
You tried to calm your breathing as you stared up into his eyes. Cold blue locked you into place, but the danger in his eyes wasn't malice. It was something else entirely.
Finally he lifted his hand from your mouth, you drawing in a gasp of air, and set you fully back on your feet. His free hand remained firmly planted on the wall beside your head, keeping you in place flush between him and the wall. Then he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb, landing where a now healed cut once split your lip. Your heart raced, heat blooming across your face, as you remembered his kiss. That kind of intensity in a kiss, in any other situation, would have been erotic. Really, you had been on the verge of death and it was still probably the best kiss you'd had in years.
You whimpered at his touch. He had been so rough even though he thought you were going to die and now the pressure of his thumb on your lip sent an arousing wave of fear through you.
He leered down at you, eyes starting to dilate, "tell me to stop."
With your heart hammering in your chest, it took a moment for you to register his words. What?
You opened your mouth, no words forming, and his thumb slipped past your lips and grazed your teeth. You whined, which only seemed to spur him on, and he pushed against your jaw even more, forcing your mouth wider. “Speak up, Engel.”
He was so close to you, his knee slid between your legs, rubbing against your core and pushing you higher against the wall again. You let out a shuddering gasp, your hands flying from him in an attempt to stabilize yourself against the wall, but you made no move, made no demand, to stop him. He rocked his knee up, grinding slowly and gently into your pussy, drawing a quiet moan from you. Your pussy clenched when he put pressure on your clit and you bit down on his thumb, hot tongue brushing against the invading digit.
König grinned, though you could not see it, and chuckled. He leaned even closer to you, hood pooling over your shoulder and growled in your ear. “Fucking slut.”
This time your gasp was cut short as he slapped a hand across your mouth again. He lifted you with ease, tucked you against his body and dragged you out of the bar through the back door, not one person seeing the quick departure.
You struggled against him, hands flying to the one over your mouth and you clawed at him, you kicked your feet but he was so big and tall that he easily held you above the ground. He wanted to chuckle. You reminded him of a feral kitten caught by animal control. Just as cute, or cuter, even.
He didn’t drop you until he reached the side of the bar. There was a gate separating the dingy little alley and the parking lot, decorative trees planted near the gate. It was unlocked, he made sure it was before he approached you, but it still would still provide the illusion that you were trapped.
You grunted when your feet hit the ground, stumbling forward into the brick wall. You tried to duck around the man, but he easily swung you back in front of him, pushing you against the wall, though he cushioned the back of your head with one large hand.
You looked up at him as you drew in panicked, quick breaths. Just like before, he leered down at you as if he was waiting for you to say something. You bit your lip, his eyes flicking down to watch as your teeth worried at your bottom lip. “Wh-what do you want?”
His eyes looked back up and slowly he lifted a knife you hadn't even seen him grab to your throat. You stilled and tipped your head back, attempting to get the blade away from your delicate skin. There was a scar on your neck that you usually kept covered up, but like this, it was exposed to him.
He traced the scar with the tip of his knife, “what do you want, Engel?”
You swallowed thickly, holding as still as possible so he didn't slice through your skin. And you didn't answer him.
He huffed, “do you want me to stop?” The knife dragged down the scar to the collar of your shirt. “That's all you have to say, my dear.”
As much as you tried to control your breathing, your chest was heaving, drawing his eyes down to it for a moment before he looked up again. That hood made it difficult to read him, but his eyes were so expressive. You knew what he wanted. The heat in his eyes matched the nearly overwhelming heat his large body gave off. The same heat you could feel swelling in your body. You swallowed again, your mouth refusing to answer his question.
“No?” The knife slipped underneath your collar and he tugged, slicing through the fabric.
It was so similar yet different to the sound of fabric being torn apart and ripped off of your body. It was cleaner, sharper and the definite but soft scratch of the tip of the blade on your heated skin sent your pulse wild. He hummed as he cut open your shirt, revealing the plain bra underneath.
You hadn't even realized just how hard you were breathing, how much your chest heaved with every breath, until his blade bounced on the swell of your breast and he sucked his teeth. “Stay still.” He growled out, eyes flicking up to your eyes and away from your exposed chest.
You bit back a high pitched gasp, holding your breath as he dragged the blade across your chest, until he reached the left bra strap.
You shivered as you heard the soft ping of the knife slicing through the strap. He once again looked up from your chest to your eyes, his own narrowing in disapproval. “Perhaps you want to be hurt, hm?”
You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to hold your breath again to remain as still as possible. He slowly moved the tip of the knife across your chest again, this time angling it so more of the edge touched your skin. Another ping and you flinched as the other strap of your bra was cut.
He was silent for only a moment, the flat of the blade resting near the middle of your chest, just by your left breast, every beat of your heart making it jump ever so slightly. You could hear his heavy breaths, almost feel them against your face, even through that terrifying hood. For a moment, in that silence, you thought you were safe. That he was done.
Until he quickly shoved his free hand up the back of your shirt and unhooked your bra clasp. You squealed, eyes flying open, and jumped as he ripped what remained of your bra off of you. You only caught a glimpse of his eyes, blown wild with lust, before he spun you around and pushed you face first into the brick wall.
Your hands, which had been covering your chest in an attempt to save your dignity, were now bracing you against the wall so you didn't smash your face into it. You shivered again, remembering how he killed your attacker months ago, by shoving him so hard against a brick wall that he lost consciousness.
The hand holding the knife came to rest to the right side of your face against the wall. The metal gave an unnerving scrape against the brick that caused another shiver to run down your spine. His left hand snaked around to grope your left breast. His large hand, hot and rough, cupped your soft flesh with ease.
“Such pretty tits,” he hummed as he pinched your nipple, drawing another distressed squeak from you as your nipples hardened under his touch.
Your eyes were screwed shut once again and you attempted to wriggle out of his hold. You pressed your body as close to the wall as you could, but that only made him close in on you more, his crotch now firmly resting on your ass. He moved his hand to grope your other breast and bucked his hips forward with a deep grunt, the hard bulge of his cock rubbing against your ass. You bit back a whimper as your pussy clenched around nothing, arousal starting to pool in your panties.
His hand traveled down, grabbing what was left of your shirt and tearing it, leaving it hanging open on your shoulders. Your body welcomed the sudden partial nudity. The air was hot and thick and it felt like a cool relief to be free of even the light cotton. He pressed his hand against your stomach, pulling you against him even more, and for a moment he froze.
All the roughness in his touch disappeared as his fingers gently traced the nasty scar on your stomach. You whined, not from desperate arousal but shame. After what happened to you, you should be trying harder to fight this. You shouldn't want this, no matter how deep down it was, or how hard you tried to deny it. You dropped your head against the wall, resting your forehead against one hand as you waited for him to finish his assault.
König growled at your reaction to the scar on your stomach. You had looked up at him with growing lust, as tentative as that was, when he traced the scar on your neck with his knife. But the scar on your stomach, evidence of how close your brush with death had been, had paralyzed you. You were too quiet for him to enjoy this. He wanted to hear you cry and whimper, wanted to feel you rocking your body against his as you had been only a moment ago. Most of all, he didn't didn't want you to fear him.
He steadied you with his left hand, his hand heavy on your bare shoulder, and used his right to rip the rest of the tattered shirt off of you. You gasped and cried, and not in the way he wanted to hear, as you stood facing the wall with both arms crossed over your chest and your eyes squeezed shut. Then he removed the simple field jacket he was wearing and draped it over your shoulders.
You froze again as you were suddenly enveloped in warmth and spun around to face your savior/attacker. He roughly pulled the jacket closed, deft fingers fastening the button that fell just over your belly button. You were still somewhat exposed to him, but the scar on your stomach was now once again hidden underneath a layer of clothing.
Your mind barely registered the glint of his knife before it was pressed to your neck once more. He dug the point of the blade into the scar, not enough to puncture, but enough to draw your attention back up to his face.
His eyes were narrowed, furrowed brows peeking beneath the crudely cut eye holes of his mask. If you could see the rest of his face, he would probably be scowling at you.
As much as you wanted to grip the jacket closed, you kept your arms stiff at your sides. One wrong move could open up the scar on your neck again.
He leaned down, his face inching closer to yours, his blade biting just a little bit more. "Say it." His voice is half a whisper, half a frustrated growl.
Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick them, but you remained quiet, afraid to give him the wrong answer to his riddle.
He growled again and pushed you harder against the wall. "Say it!" He practically screamed, and his knife finally pierced your skin, drawing just the slightest bit of blood.
You flinched, as fear and pain laced adrenaline rushed through your veins, to your core, your clit throbbing as the knife stung your skin. Unconsciously, you steadied yourself by bracing your hands on his sturdy chest. His eyes flickered down at the movement, at the way you were clutching to him and squeezing your thighs together and he grinned under his mask. Oh you were scared of him alright, and you wanted it. “Filthy fucking whore.”
Your gasp, perhaps a protest of his words, if you even understood them, is strangled as you find yourself facing the wall again, his thick jacket protecting your hands and arms from the rough brick.
His right hand holds his knife against the left side of your neck, still pressed against the old scar as his left is shoved down your pants. You whine and gasp and squirm as he circles your clit with two fingers. He groans behind you and his hips jerk forward, the motion causing the blade to cut your skin some more, a thin trail of blood starting to stain your skin.
You cry, biting your lip and dropping your head against the wall, at the mixed sensations, the stinging pain blending with the pure pleasure of his fingers slipping up and down, around, your clit.
He groaned as his fingers slipped further down and spread your slick around your pussy. You squeezed your thighs around his hand and he pants in your ear before shoving a knee between your thighs, preventing you from closing them.
His knee between your legs pushes you up against the wall and your toes barely find purchase on the ground. “You want this, ja?” He says as he starts to rock your hips against his thigh as his hand continues to play with your pussy.
His fingers, hot and thick, slip into you as his palm rubs your clit. “Ja.” He grunts as he sinks a second finger into you, slowly pumping them. His fingers pick up their pace and you moan when he inserts another digit. He curls his fingers just right as he pumps them, drawing out whines that you try to quiet. You hide your face in your hands, finding odd comfort in the warm scent that lingers on his coat, and choke back a moan as your hips are rocked against his thigh faster.
He pulls his fingers out, soaked in your juices, and goes back to focusing on your clit. “Of course you want this,” he half chuckles and half pants as finally removes his hand from your pussy, strings of cum sticking to your exposed skin as he nudges your chin with the knife so your head leans back against his chest.
He held his hand up, spreading his fingers to show you your own arousal. "You wouldn't be this fucking wet if you didn't want this."
You tried to turn your head away, so you didn't have to look at those lust clouded eyes in soft darkness, but he tuts and shoves two cum covered fingers into your mouth. He hummed as he watched you gag on his fingers, at least he relented enough that you were no longer deepthroating his fingers. “Wouldn’t be fucking my thigh like a desperate whore if you didn’t want this.”
You froze, as if just realizing that with one of his hands still holding a knife to your throat and the other stuffing your mouth with his fingers, the eager grinding of your hips on his thigh was entirely you. He laughed and rocked his knee up into your aching pussy, “don’t stop now.”
The drag of his knee puts perfect pressure on your clit and you whine around his fingers as your pussy clenches around nothing. “Keep. Moving.” He growled in your ear as he glides the knife down the old scar down your neck to just above your collarbone, a thin line of blood beading against your skin. It stings and your cries are smothered by his fingers and he rocks his knee up again and you slide against his thigh just right that the pain becomes pleasure.
He moans with you as you start to grind down in his leg again, back and forth and you even do your best to bounce while your feet barely touch the ground. His hips start to move with you, his hard cock on your ass adding fuel to the fire that burns within you.
He’s grunting now, everytime you bounce against his dick, and he drops his hand from your mouth and starts to grope your tits again, making your shudder as he squeezes, his grip is bruising but your clit still throbs, your pussy still flutters with every touch of his rough hands.
The knife finally drops from your neck and he holds it against your waist then leans down, the mask he is wearing falling over your shoulder and you feel his breath on your bare skin.
“You belong to me now, Engel.”
You gasp and shiver as he mumbles darkly into your neck, head lolling back so you can look at him, but all you see is the black of his mask. His grip on you tightens, the handle of the knife pushing into your hip painfully, his hand fondling your breasts roughly, his thigh pushing up against your pussy pleasurably.
His tongue, hot and big, laps at your shoulder in a smothered kiss before he bites down, his sharp teeth catching the edge of the cut on your neck and that’s enough to push you into orgasm. You pussy wildly, almost painfully, clenching as you cum against his leg.
He hums, strangely gentle, and slowly rocks you back and forth on his leg, letting your orgasm fade until your wanton moans are no more than the occasional whimper.
You stumble forward into the wall when he drops his knee. Your clit is still throbbing as you pull the jacket closer to you and hide your face in your hands. You’re mostly just trying to catch your breath and calm down, but somewhere in the back of your mind you still feel shame at the way your cum gushes down your thighs, soaking into your pants.
You barely register the shuffling behind you until you feel his hands on you again. You flinch, expecting him to be rough, but his touch is gentle as he rubs your arms. “You did good.” He mumbles his compliment into your hair. “Let’s go.”
You can’t exactly say no to him, as he easily swoops you up off of your feet and carries you through the rickety gate to the bar parking lot. You absently note how easy it was for him to push the gate open, but do not let your thoughts linger on it once he unlocks a truck and sets you down in the passenger seat.
He’s kind enough to adjust the jacket to cover your chest entirely before he buckles you up. His hips brush against your leg and you break out of the dazed reverie when you feel how hard his cock still is.
“Where are you taking me?”
The man, your…savior (you feel hesitant to label him as your attacker, even after what just happened), slips off the hood before he looks up at you. His hair is disheveled and matted down with sweat and even in the faint street lighting you can see a few scars scattered around his clean shaven face. His eyes, icy cold blue, the only part of him you could see before, shine with something…soft? Unexpected, certainly.
“Home.” He answers and drops the hood in your lap before shutting the door and walking around to the driver side.
You hold the mask up in your hands as he starts the engine. The bleached tear stains and empty eye holes stare up at you suggesting danger and pain and death, and safety.
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When he said home, he apparently meant his home. You felt silly for thinking he knew where you lived. The place he pulls up to is nice. Much nicer than you expected for a man so dangerous, more importantly you supposed, it’s spacious. There was some good distance between his house and the last house you saw and that has your pulse speeding up as he opens the door for you.
He doesn’t even wait for you to move, for you to second guess everything, before unbuckles you and carries you inside. You want to insist that you can walk on your own, but you are sticky with cum and dried blood and honestly, he’s so warm.
When he mumbles something about cleaning up you just nod and let him place you in a shower. You only react when he strips down and steps into the shower with you.
It could have been a sensual shower, it was certainly big enough and as you catch a glimpse of how big his dick is when it is soft, your clit twitches at the memory of it hard and rutting against your ass. But he is quick to wash himself, and though he spends more time washing your body (or maybe he was just taking his time to feel you up), it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes.
You want to tell him there isn’t really a point in applying that ointment he is gently spreading along the scar on your neck. It’s already healed to an ugly scar. But he is so gentle as he bandages the fresh cut and rubs you dry with a soft towel as you sit on his very large bed.
“What’s your name?”
Would it have been better or worse to ask for his name before he fingered you in some dirty back alley?
“König.” He doesn’t give more than that.
“König.” You repeat and he looks up at you from where he is kneeling on the floor in front of you. “Thank you. For killing that man.”
He hummed as he continued to pat your thighs dry with the oversized towel that was wrapped around you. “You didn’t tell the police about me.”
It’s not a question. Somehow he knows that you didn’t tell the police, so you just shrug. “I told them I don’t remember what happened after I got stabbed.”
His hands stop moving and rest on the outsides of your thighs, playing with the hem of the towel. “But you do remember?”
You nod. “Everything.”
There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence between you, his fingers start tapping against your thighs and he shifts his weight. The towel that he has wrapped around his waist threatens to fall loose and he uses the excuse to secure it as an opportunity to break his gaze with you.
“What you said back there, that I belong to you now. What does that mean?”
This time he meets your eyes, “what it sounds like.”
“...Does that mean you’ll protect me?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” And he drops a small kiss to your knee, letting his lips linger on your skin.
You reach out and gently cup his cheek to push him away from your legs. “Can you be gentle?”
König moves his face just enough to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Yes.”
Whether he takes your question as a suggestion, or he simply decided that it was time to move onto other activities, he leans down again and places another kiss to your knee, gently spreading your legs and moving his mouth to your inner thigh. As he moves his mouth to splay a kiss on your other thigh, one of his large hands comes up to remove the towel on you body, brushing against your covered breast for just a moment before he tugs on the towel.
You don’t let the towel drop completely, holding it tight to your chest, and he pauses his sweet kisses.
“Look at me,” he demands, stretching up and leaning against the bed, one knee between yours as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. His grip is firm but not painful, not even close to how tightly he had grabbed you earlier in the night.
Your eyes jump from one scar to another before settling on his steely eyes. “Good. Now,” he leans in closer, lips hovering over yours, “trust me.”
His kiss starts off gentle before his tongue finds that spot on your bottom lip where it was once split, he nibbles and sighs as if he can still taste the blood that was once there. Your lips part when you feel his teeth and his tongue glides against yours. It’s slow and gentle and has you melting into his touch, dropping the towel that hides your scars from him. He wastes no time in tossing it off the bed, his lips never leaving yours even as he slides his hands over your waist to pull you closer to the edge of the bed.
You let out a little squeak at the sudden movement and he grins as he pulls away from the kiss, breathing against your lips. “Remember. Trust me.”
You can only nod as he moves his mouth down your neck, placing soft quick kisses over the fresh bandages before he moves to the other side of your neck. His kisses on the juncture of your neck become sloppy, his tongue lapping at your skin like it is covered in something sweet. He bites down hard, teeth sinking into your soft flesh, turning your quiet little pants into a gasping moan.
“You belong to me now.” He repeats his claim between gentle soothing kisses on the fresh bite mark he just made.
You nod, accepting your fate, as you grip onto his shoulders. He hums and trails his mouth down your body, gently kissing the bruises that started to bloom on your breasts from how hard he groped you before. Your soft whimper, born of pleasure and pain, makes his cock twitch underneath his towel and he shucks that off too.
He lays you down on your back and swirls his tongue around a nipple, enjoying the way you arch into his mouth. “Look at me.” He reminds you when he sees that you have closed your eyes.
When you look at him again he grins and playfully bites your nipple, laughing at the little squeak you let out before. Your giggles turn into a soft sigh as he moves to your other breast. His touch has you sinking into a cloud of lust. You want to throw your head back, close your eyes, and surrender to him, but you remember his order and keep your eyes on him.
You go tense when he trails his kisses down to your stomach. His eyes shoot up at you, making sure you are still watching him, as he traces the horrid scar with his lips and tongue. Eventually, with the help of his big warm hands running soothing touches up and down your body, you stop squirming uncomfortably. You’re still squirming, but for entirely different reasons. König notices and with a grin he pushes himself up, pulling you up with him and placing one of your hands on his stomach.
Admittedly, your touch and mind is drawn to the hard muscle, padded with a healthy layer of fat, flexes under your hand. You want to touch the rest of him, explore the rest of him. It is only after a second that you realize what you are touching. A scar. Raised skin in a jagged pattern, like someone attempted to twist the knife that stabbed him. You gently trace the scar as if you are afraid to agitate it.
He senses your hesitation and laughs as he presses your palm against it even harder. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Engel.” Then he reaches out to touch the scar on your stomach, smaller and cleaner, but fresher and still tender if pressed too hard.
You look down at his hand on your scar and yours on his. They’re almost in the same place. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to your lips and rests his forehead against yours. “I should be dead. You should be dead.” This was simply proof that were meant for him, he was certain of that.
Who needs matching tattoos when you have matching scars?
“König,” you breathe out, though you are not sure what you want to say to him. Instead, when his eyes meet yours, you kiss him. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull yourself as close to him as possible.
He moans into the kiss and, tender moment over, pushes you fully against the bed again. He slides down your body again, stopping only momentarily to place a soft kiss on your stomach before he dives between your thighs.
You don’t even have time to act shy before he’s spreading your legs and swiping his tongue through the folds of your pussy. He’s quick to circle his tongue around your clit, drawing out a soft moan between panting breaths, as your hips move up to meet his mouth. He groans, the subtle vibrations adding extra stimulation, and practically nuzzles your pussy, nose bumping against your clit as he sinks his tongue into your quivering hole. No matter what you do, hands pulling at his hair tightly or thighs clenching around his head, it only earns more moans from him. He laps at your pussy, your juices mixing with his spit and drags his tongue back up to your throbbing clit.
He locks one hand onto your hip but the other travels up your body to your breasts. True to his word, he is gentle with them this time. No bruising grip sending you teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. Instead he rolls your nipple, pinching just soft enough that it hardens under his touch. He moves his hand and repeats the action with your other breast, reveling in every little whine and gasp he pulls out of you. All the while he continues to eat your pussy like it’s his last meal.
He has you so needy and aching that it’s euphoric when he slips two fingers into you at once. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, reluctant to let him go but the slide of him pumping into you again makes you gush. One of your hands claws at his hair, gripping his locks to keep you grounded, but the other holds onto his hand that had been playing with your tits. Unable to properly play with your tits now, he laces his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he pulls and orgasm out of you,
Unlike the first time he made you cum, you don’t try to hold back your moans, you don’t hide your face from him, though at some point as he ate you out, you had thrown your head back and closed your eyes from how good it felt. He’d just have to forgive you for that.
König rests his check against one of your thighs as he watches you come down from your orgasm.
It’s not until he gently squeezes his hand that is still holding yours that you look down at him. Somehow the sight of him between your thighs, face glistening with your cum, makes you blush even harder than you already were.
“Ready for more, Engel?”
You blink at him. “More?”
He chuckles and pushes himself up, first dropping a heated kiss onto your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth and letting you taste yourself. As much as he could spend all night kissing you, right now he had another pressing need to take care of. He sat up on his knees, pushing your thighs further apart to accommodate him, and stroked his painfully hard cock.
Oh!
Your eyes are drawn to him and widen. You knew he was big. You’d seen him soft and felt it against your ass, but seeing it standing at full erection was another thing entirely. It’s easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, not even your favorite porn stars can hope to compete.
You sit up and reach out to touch him, replacing his hand with your own and you swallow thickly. You wrap your fingers around the shaft, your pussy clenching when you see that your fingers don’t even meet. Still, you give gentle strokes, eyes glazing over at how much of his veiny cock you can still see around your fist. He’s already leaking copious amounts of precum, that you collect on your fingers to slick up your next stroke. You lean down and circle your tongue around the head, a shiver running down your spine when he moans wantonly as you wrap your lips around the head.
You moan as you stretch your mouth around his cock and imagine what it would feel like stretching your pussy out. You let out a little gasp for air when you come back up, going from sucking to licking his cock, just so you can reach the base of it. König moans again and buries a hand in your hair. For a moment you think he’s going to force your mouth onto him again, but instead he pulls you up for another passionate kiss.
“Another time. I need to fuck you.” He pants against your mouth when he pulls away.
You whimper and nod and throw yourself back onto the pillows, eager to accept the challenge of his massive cock. You drop one hand to your clit, rocking your fingers against the sensitive button.
König produces a bottle of lube from the nightside and slicks himself up. In the future, he can take the time to make you cum enough times to take his dick naturally. But he is eager to feel you now. Besides, you look just as eager as he feels, as you watch him stroke himself.
He nudges your hand away from your clit and replaces it with his own, rubbing lube along your pussy and drawing excited pants from you. He dips a finger in you, feeling your pussy clench around his finger and grins. “Engel?”
You nod, “please, König!”
He slid the head of his cock through your folds, your pussy throbbing as the slick head rubbed against your clit. You whined at not being filled but the way his heavy cock bounced on your clit already had you desperately begging.
He managed a strained chuckle, holding himself back from immediately fucking you was one of the hardest things he’s ever done, and pushed the tip of his dick against your entrance. He used his right hand to hold your hips, and used his left hand to rub languid circles around your clit.
You choked back a garbled moan as you felt him begin to stretch you out. Your chest heaved as you rocked your hips up, encouraging him to keep going. You were whimpering, writhing against the bed grasping at his shoulders as he sunk deeper into you. He was so fucking big and barely got the tip of his dick inside of you before you pussy began to frantically pulsate around him. He groaned and forced himself to stay still, for both of your sakes. You looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears and drool pooling at the corners of your mouth, and he almost lost it. He promised he’d be gentle though, at least this time.
He grabbed the bottle of lube again and squeezed some more out on his dick before thrusting forward again. Your pussy clenched around him, squeezing him desperately, as he slowly filled you. Though the size of his cock stretched you beyond anything you’d ever felt before, though it teetered to just the wrong side of pain, you couldn’t get enough of it. Especially with the way his thumb kept playing with your clit. You cried his name and tried to grind your hips up.
He slowly dragged his cock out, moaning at the sight of your pussy clinging to him, and started another agonizingly slow push.
“König,” you started with a breathy whine, “faster. Please.”
He dropped down to one elbow and nuzzled his nose against the side of your face, missing your lips as he tried to kiss you and simply licking at your jaw. He muttered your name hotly in your ear, your pussy quivering at the sound of his strained voice.
He snapped his hips forward, burying his cock deep in you and started frantic, rapid, strokes. You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, he was so big and heavy and hard that your world was reduced to the pleasure he brought with every stroke of his amazing cock.
He promised to be gentle, he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t help but clamp his teeth down on your uninjured shoulder, muffling his own obscene moans as your pussy spasmed around him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his thrust became erratic, chasing an orgasm, as blood filled his mouth. Your blood was still so sweet, divine, enough to send him over the edge. His hips stilled as he cock twitched inside of you, spilling inside of you.
You moaned, or screamed, when he bit you, leaving a second mark on you, and the string of his bite brought with it white hot pleasure. Hot cum filled you, your pussy convulsing rapidly, milking him and refusing to let go.
He pulled out with a long groan, the two of you overstimulated and your pussy was still clenching around him, and collapsed to the side of you. He draped an arm around you and held you close to him, muttering something about angels in German that you didn’t have the faculties to translate at that moment.
He was the first to recover, propping himself up on his elbows and leaning over to lick and kiss the fresh bite mark on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
You gave a breathless laugh and lazily pulled his face up to kiss you. “Don’t worry, I liked it.” As if the mind blowing orgasm that followed the bite wasn’t a big enough hint.
“Now, can you let go of me?”
“No.”
Your laugh was sharper this time, and it brought a grin to his face. “Let go, I have to pee!”
He sighed dramatically and grabbed your hand, bringing to his lips to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Come back to me?”
Even as you pulled your hand out of his, you could feel the smile that graced his lips upon hearing you giggle. But at least he finally let you go.
Your post orgasmic high wore off while you were cleaning up and your mind, having been clouded by lust since he grabbed you at the bar, was able to think straight.
You walked back to the room, feeling shy at your lack of clothing, and saw that he had changed the top blanket on the bed. The other soaked in cum, apparently.
He looked up and smiled, bright and energetic despite how tired he was. “Engel, you came back!” He joked as he rushed over and pulled you into a hug.
You kept still, but with his arms wrapped around you, you could do little else. He picked you up, much as he had done back at the bar, and set you down in the bed before he curled up next to you and pulled the covers over both of you.
“König?”
He hummed as he nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling your intoxicating combined scents.
“...I never told you my name.”
[Death’s Promise]
“...I never told you my name.”
König doesn’t answer you, only tightens his hold around you. It’s only when you try to shift, to put just enough distance between you that you can turn around and face him, that he speaks. His voice deceptively calm, if the way his arms tighten around you again is anything to go by. “I already told you, you belong to me now.”
You frown. That was no answer to how he knew your name. Or, now that you thought about it, how he knew that you didn’t tell the police about him.
“It. It wasn’t a coincidence that you were at that bar tonight, was it?” You try not to stutter.
He doesn’t answer, instead starts to press his lips into the hickey on your shoulder. A reminder of his claim.
“How long have you been following me?”
His lips continue to move from your shoulder to your neck, stopping to nibble at your pulse point. You can feel the grin on his lips when your pulse speeds up.
Whatever he is making you feel, you repeat the question. “How long have you been following me?”
“Go to sleep, Engel.”
“At least tell me why.”
“To make sure no one else touches you.”
Well, it’s not like you wanted anyone to touch you anyway. And his touch isn’t unpleasant. Quite the opposite, really.
You should stop this. Get away from him. You knew he was dangerous, you saw it first hand, and who knows how long he’d been following you. Maybe since that very night you were attacked.
And yet, “...No one?”
“No one.”
That actually sounded kind of nice…
-
Work sucked. Mostly because of one person and the fact that you felt like you could do nothing about it. All you could do was race out at the end of the day and get home as quickly as possible.
Home…It took all of a week for König to move you from your flat (he said it wasn’t safe at your old place and you weren’t going to question what he meant by that) into his house. Was it a rushed relationship? Sure. Was it a questionable, leaning towards dangerous, decision on your part? Absolutely. Did you regret it? Not at all.
You let your frustrations out on a bunch of vegetables, your knife chopping through them and onto the cutting board with increasing force. You didn’t even realize how hard you were chopping until a large hand stopped your own before it hit the board again. You froze, König’s other arm wrapping around your waist as he leaned down to rest his chin on your head.
“Careful, Engel. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
“Oh! König! I didn’t even hear you come in!” You crane your neck back so he could place a soft kiss to your lips. He does so with a pleased hum.
His face is bare, a sight you quickly came to love. He leaves the simple mask he usually wears hanging in the entranceway. (His sniper hood he only dons when he’s deployed or when he’s “hunting”).
“How could you with all that noise you were making? What did that poor carrot do to you?”
You let out a sheepish chuckle, “sorry. Just thinking about work stuff.”
You picked up one of the carrot rounds and held it up by your shoulder, where he leaned down and nibbled it out of your hand.
“What about work?”
You resumed your chopping, much less forceful. “Ugh. Nothing really. Just this guy keeps bothering me.”
He tensed behind you, his grip on your waist getting tighter, not uncomfortably so, just more protective, as he growled out his question. “Has he touched you?”
“No! Well, not like that…” The shoulder squeezes and lingering pats on the back were unwelcome, but, as your supervisor said, meant nothing more than that the guy was being friendly. “It’s really annoying to have to pick up his slack, especially after all of his little inappropriate comments.”
König nodded as he listened to your rant, but all he heard was some man had dared to put his hands on you, even if you didn’t think it was sexual, and said something inappropriate to you. “Want me to kill him?”
“Yes!” You giggle at the joke.
“Ok.”
You freeze and turn around to face him. “Wait. I’m kidding.”
He smiles and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Ok.”
“No,” you press your lips in a straight line. “I’m serious. You can’t kill him.”
The way he tilts his head is far too cute for someone as large as he is casually discussing murder. “Why not?”
It had been a while since he killed anyone. Why shouldn’t he kill someone you hated? Two birds, one stone.
“Because he works with me!”
“Not for long.”
You laugh and gently push him out of the kitchen and into the living room. Once in the living room, you make him sit down on the couch, having to resort to pulling him down for a kiss to get him to settle. His hands naturally fall to your hips as you straddle him, clutching at the fabric of the simple cotton dress you had changed into after work.
“Now, you listen to me,” you start with a firm poke to his chest, only to stop when you realize you were still holding the kitchen knife in your hand. Oops. Knowing him, though, he probably liked you threatening him with it. You twisted around in his lap just enough to drop the knife onto the coffee table in front of the couch and return your attention to him. “As much as I want you to kill the bastard, you can’t.”
He furrows his brows, and is practically pouting as he asks his question again. “Why?”
“Because, everyone knows I have a problem with him.”
“And he still works there?”
You had to bite back a laugh. He had a point. You were not the first to draw unwanted attention from the guy. Why complaints from more than one woman didn’t lead to any disciplinary action was questionable. Still, you ignore his question and continue.
“When the cops find him dead, or missing, I’ll be a suspect.”
König chuckles as he moves his hands gently up and down your sides, moving your dress higher up your thighs with each pass of his hands. “You? Little one?”
This time you do laugh a little. “Let me finish!”
Schooling his face, he nods. “Ok, tell me how you will be suspected of murder.”
“Not me!” You answer with a faux exasperated sigh. “They’ll look at me and realize I have a hard time even hurting a fly. But one look at you,” you start to drag your hands on either of his forearms, fingers dancing along his veiny muscles. “My giant, strong, military trained boyfriend and they’ll get suspicious.”
His smile has dropped, either from your prediction, or the way your hands continue to tantalize him and move up his arms to rest on his shoulders.
“Even if they don’t find proof, they’ll at least surveille you for a bit. Do you really want the police looking into you?”
For a moment he is quiet, no joking, even his grip on your hips is still. He can’t pretend that what you said is entirely unsound. No matter how careful he was to leave no trace behind, the personal connection to you would always be suspect.
“So,” you lean in close to him, your lips hovering close to his. “You’re not going to kill him, right?”
He averts his eyes and doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want to lie to you, and your reason, while sound, isn’t enough to deter him.
“König,” your voice is stern and you grab his chin and force him to look at you.
“This man has touched you.”
You want to roll your eyes. You want to pretend like he’s playfully overreacting. Certainly a couple of lingering pats does not warrant murder, but if there’s anything you’ve learned about König, at least when it comes to you, is that he’s intense. He is one hundred percent planning on killing your coworker just because he touched your shoulder.
Your hands slide down his shoulders to rest on his chest, just above his heart where you clench at his shirt. “Promise me you won’t kill him.” When he still doesn’t answer you frown and press your forehead onto his. “I need you, König. I need you to stay with me.” Your voice wavers a little as you lock your eyes with his. “I need you to protect me.”
“Fine, my love.” He finally sighs and captures your lips in a gentle kiss; he can’t stand to see you looking so sad because of something he might do. “I will not kill him.”
“Good.” You nod and smile at him, and your smile is so brilliant that it is enough to sate his bloodlust.
You lean forward again to kiss him, with all intentions to pull away and go back to making dinner. But his grip on your hips tightens and he holds you close and deepens the kiss.
He smiles against your lips as you giggle when he doesn’t let you pull away.
“I am curious.” You start, voice dropping like it wasn’t just the two of you in the house.
He hums against your lips then starts to drag his kisses down your jaw to your neck, grinning as your next words come out a little breathless.
“If you were going to kill him, how would you do it?”
He actually stops and looks up at you, wondering if this was some kind of test.
You smile and give him a small peck on the lips. “Just hypothetically speaking, of course.”
König licks his lips nervously, only relaxing when you take his right hand in both of yours and start to idly play with his fingers.
“He touched you,” he starts and pauses again. You nod and give a little hum to encourage him to keep going.
“I’d start with his hands.”
You shift your eyes up to meet his before looking back down at his hand. You nod and turn his hand over, palm down in one of your hands as your free hand gently traces the veins on his hand. His fingers twitch underneath your touch and you sweetly smile at him, “keep going.”
“I’d crush one of his hands beneath my boot.”
You place his hand on the top of your thigh as you nod once again. You let out a quiet excited breath as he squeezes your thigh, his large hands hot against your skin.
“Just one hand?” You ask coquettishly as you drag his hand down to the inside of your thigh.
He hums again, eyes locked between your thighs, at his hand slipping underneath your skirt.
“I’d take my time with his other hand.” His knuckles brush your clothed mound, putting the lightest pressure on your clit. “Break his fingers one at a time.”
You bite your lip and lock your eyes with his as you roll your hips forward, turning his touch on your clit from feather light to firm.
His eyes darken, blood thrumming with excitement, and he can hardly tell what has him excited more, watching you squirm against his hand or sharing the kind of thoughts he long ago learned to keep to himself. The fact that he was sharing these thoughts with you, feeling your arousal dampen your panties, makes his heart beat wildly.
He shifts his hand, turning it so that his thumb can start to rub small circles around your clit while his fingers dip into the edge of your panties. The back of his fingers slide against pussy, collecting your slick and dragging it up to your clit. You jolt and let out a small gasp at his touch, grasping at his shoulders to keep you upright so you can keep your eyes on him.
He continued to tease your pussy, reveling in every little reaction from you, until you were a wet whimpering mess on his lap. “Then I’d smash his face in, for thinking he was worthy of even looking at you,” you moaned as he slipped a finger into you, “of breathing the same air as you.” He slowly started to slide his finger out, a smirk on his face as you rocked your hips forward.
“Maybe knock his teeth out for daring to talk to you.” He slid in a second finger, breathing a little faster as you moaned and fell forward further into him. You kissed him, tongue lapping at his lips before finding his own, as he pumped his fingers faster.
His free hand moved roughly from your hip to your breast, squeezing hard enough to draw desperate whimpers from you. He groaned and shifted to sit more comfortably, mouth dropping from your lips to your jaw, and pulled the top of your dress down. His lips capture your breast, tongue circling around the nipple, while his hand continues to knead and squeeze your other breast.
Your head falls back and you gasp when he inserts a third finger, using his palm to rub your clit. He takes the opportunity to leave a surprisingly gentle kiss on the edge of the scar that peaks above your neckline. You shiver, despite how hot your body feels, as he pulls you closer to the edge. Your hips rock against his hand, your breath coming out in a combination of desperate pants and whines, every stroke of his fingers winding you up.
“But I will kill him with my hands around his neck, so I can watch him regret ever looking at you, as the life fades from his eyes.”
Your whole body shakes as you cry out and fall forward, holding onto him with all your strength, as your pussy convulses wildly around his fingers, coating his hand in cum.
König stilled as he watched you come down from your orgasm, panting and making cute little whimpers as he withdrew his hand. You were...glowing. It could have been the single ray of light coming in from a crack in the curtains illuminating your half naked body. Or the light sheen of sweat coating your skin that he was tempted to lick off you. But, he knew it was something else.
You had just come on his fingers as he described how he wanted to kill someone. You were truly an angel. A fucked up little angel sent to him by the god of death. If the military wasn't going to reward his skills, at least the universe had.
You shivered again and giggled into his shoulder before looking up at him with a smile. You hummed, squeezing your thighs together momentarily before sitting up and fixing your dress. You grabbed the discarded kitchen knife from the coffee table and planted a sweet and chaste kiss on his lips, as if he hadn't just finger fucked you to orgasm. "I need to finish making dinner."
He knew the moment he laid eyes on you, covered in blood and all, that he wanted you. He had no idea that he didn’t just want you, he needed you.
He needed you. And he was just sitting there with a painfully hard boner while you walked back to the kitchen, legs shaky and making you lean on the walls and counter. He let you have a moment to calm down before bending you over the counter, ripping your soaked panties off of you and wildly fucking you.
-
Not deployed and not “busy”, König's world revolved around you (and if his last deployment was anything to go by, you were his center regardless). He insisted on driving you to and from work. It was all great until you mentioned you would be working late one night.
He went stiff and barely managed to get through his question without shaking in anger. “Will Christopher be working late with you?”
You sighed, already dreading the late night dealing with your annoying coworker. “Yea, he's on my team.” Then you grinned, “maybe he'll see you when you drop me off and think twice before approaching me!”
König chuckled and leaned down to kiss you before slipping his face mask on. Honestly, he hoped that wasn't the case. He wanted an excuse to kill the man.
That morning, of course, Christopher was late and didn't witness your incredibly large boyfriend help you down from his truck (not that you needed it, but he was ever the gentleman) as he dropped you off.
You did your best to avoid Chris, but as the night dragged on, he became more persistent.
“Someone’s a pretty little liar.”
You sighed. You were already packing up, getting ready to leave, and he had to come and bother you one more time. “What?”
“I talked to Deb, and she said you don’t have a boyfriend.”
Deb, the office gossip.
“She doesn’t know everything about me.”
Your phone buzzed just as you picked it up, a part of you was worried it was your supervisor, but one glance at the screen and you smiled. “And that’s him. He’s here to pick me up.”
“I was just heading out, I’ll walk with you.” He clapped a hand on your shoulder and squeezed as he smirked at you.
You stepped out of his hold and hurried to the door, confused when you didn’t see König’s truck waiting out front. Oh no.
Your phone buzzed again, König telling you that he was in the far parking lot.
“Well, where is he?”
“Parked back there.” You gestured with your hand, from that distance even the truck looked small.
“What he can’t come get you? Maybe I should walk with you, talk to the guy.”
You rolled your eyes and sidestepped his hand again. Whatever happened next was Chris’ own damn fault for being so fucking predictable.
Disabling the security cameras in the parking lot was easy. König sat in his truck, the temporarily distressed engine running idle, knee bouncing and fingers tapping the steering wheel excitedly.
You hadn’t told him much about this Christopher, but from what you did, it was pretty much a given that he’d follow you through the parking lot. And lo and behold, König saw you and a man walking towards the truck. Every so often you’d take a side step and whenever König saw the man make the same step, closing the distance between the two of you again, his pulse just beat faster.
Finally when you’re close enough, he jumped out of the truck and rushed to the passenger side. The sight of him even had you tense for a moment. Sure he was big, and the black tee shirt he wore did nothing to hide how muscular he was. But it was the sniper hood covering his face that made you pause.
“What the fuck?” The man next to you muttered under his breath as you walked up to König.
König was fast to reach out and pull you to his side.
At least he leans down to let you peck his cheek, though you got his chin instead, as a greeting.
“Get in the truck. And don’t look.”
You frown and pinch the edge of his mask. You’d only ever seen him wear it once. “I told you-”
“I know.”
To Christopher’s credit, he was smart enough to try to get away as quickly and quietly as possible. König wasn’t having it though, and all it took was one giant step from him and he clapped his hand on Chris’ shoulder.
“Not so fast, hm?”
A shiver ran up your spine as you stood next to the truck. That cadence in König’s voice…
Chris tried to wiggle out of König’s hold, but his struggle only made König grip down harder.
“You touched her-”
“N-no! I didn’t! She lied!”
König’s eyes narrowed and Chris tried to stutter out another denial but was thrown into the asphalt face first, with a pathetic cry.
As Chris was trying to push himself up, König grabbed him by the back of his shirt and turned him around, pinning him on the ground.
Chris, a man who was in considerably good shape, still thought he had a chance to get away. He struggled, attempting to punch König in the ribs to get him to let go, but König chuckled. He then punched Chris directly in the face, a delightful burst of happy adrenaline running through his veins as he felt and heard the other man’s nose break underneath his hand.
Chris screamed, blood filling his mouth, and rolled away from König, well, as much as he was allowed to. König stood back up, though remained hovering over Chris, who was doubled over in pain. After a few minutes, in which he shakily turned around and looked up, he managed to gasp out another plea. “Ok! Ok! I’ll leave her alone!”
“Good!” König beamed, his head tilted just slightly as he looked down at the other man. “But that is not enough.”
“W-what!”
König grabbed a fistful of Chris’ hair and easily hauled him up and dragged him to the front of the still running truck.
“I promised her no one would ever touch her again. What kind of man would I be if I let you get away with touching her?” Through Chris’ screams, he shoved Chris’ face onto the hood of his truck, the engine still running hot and burning the man’s face.
As satisfying as it was to watch Chris get his ass handed to him so easily, things had already escalated too far. “König! That’s enough!” You shouted over the engine, over Chris’ fading cries and over König’s jovial laughter.
König froze and looked up at you, standing some feet away from the two men, and let Chris slump to the ground. “I told you to get in the truck.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you walked over to him, being careful to step around your barely conscious coworker. You looked up at him, his eyes were still wild, and his chest was starting to heave with how excited he’d become. If he had excess energy, you knew just what he could do with it instead.
You slid a hand up his chest to grip his collar, the fabric of his mask pooling around your wrist. He let you pull him down to your level and with your free hand, you lifted the mask just enough to kiss him.
He moaned into the kiss, turning it heated rather quickly, his big hands on your ass and hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
It was only a pained weak cough from Christopher that stopped you. You pulled away from the kiss, his hood falling back over his face, and grinned at him.
“I think you should get in the truck now.” You say with a seductive smile and a gleam in your eyes that he couldn’t quite place.
He nodded and instead of setting you on the ground, walked around to the passenger side of the truck, kicking Chris one last time for good measure, before gently setting you inside the truck and rushing over to the other side.
You’re careful not to hit the gear shift when he slides into the driver side and you slide up to him, lifting his mask to the bridge of his nose so you can kiss him again. His hands grab at you, pulling you as close as he could in the cramped space. One of your hands clutches at his shirt, landing on his firm chest and the other rests on his thigh.
He breaks the kiss just for a moment, his breath starting to come out in a pant, and reaches up to grasp at the edge of his mask, but your hand quickly grabs his wrist and stops him, “leave it on.”
“O-oh?” He stutters as you palm his growing erection through his pants.
“I like it,” you say as you lean forward and drop a kiss to his shoulder, then another below that, following the hem of the mask until you reach just below his collarbone. Your hand that sits on his chest has moved to his pectoral, where you give his nipple a little pinch, sending a shiver down his spine right to his dick.
“Hah,” he breathes out half a laugh as you start to unbuckle his belt, “you like it?”
“Mm-hmm.” Your hand drops from his chest so you can unbutton his pants.
He swallows hard when you take his heavy cock out and with a firm grip you wrap a soft hand around it, as much as you could, anyway. “It’s. It’s supposed to be scary.”
“Oh, it is.” You look up at him, hand lazily stroking upwards, “that’s what I like about it.”
He lets out a quiet groan when your thumb swipes across the underside of the head of his fat cock. Whatever other protest about his sniper hood he had is forgotten when you slide down the bench so you can put your mouth on him.
He’s hard in your hands before you even lean down and his thick veiny cock throbs as you slowly part your lips. His left hand has an intense grip on the door, but his right hand flies into your hair, though he shakes a little as he tries to keep it gentle, so he can have a clear view of you.
You start with small, feather light, licks to his swollen cockhead, one, two, and he’s already let out a soft whine and starts to nudge his hips forward, his cock following your tongue as it retreats back in your mouth. You smile and hum, giving in and swirling your tongue around the tip before pinching your lips just over the head of his cock, adding light suction as you do so.
“Please,” he whines, fingers starting to tighten around your hair. “Please, don’t tease me.” The way he has slipped back into his native language, his voice pitched higher as he thrusts his hips upwards when you sink your mouth further down his cock, makes your clit twitch and you have to squeeze your thighs together to help alleviate your neediness.
You moan around his cock, tongue continuing to circle the head of his dick, flickering at sensitive spots, as you take him into your mouth as far as you can. You don’t deep throat him, not yet, so your hand makes up for it by adding firm strokes in conjunction with the bob of your mouth. The cabin is filled not only with moans but the sound of wet suction, especially when you pop his cock fully out of your mouth and give greedy sloppy licks down his entire shaft.
König loses a bit of control and when your mouth envelops him again, sinking down as far as previously, his hand pushes the back of your head down even more. You had been expecting it, the tightness in his thighs, the way he whined even more and babbled incoherently, and even though you braced yourself, you ended up choking and sputtering around his cock. It only adds more spit, more slip to the already sloppy blow job.
You sit up a bit and take a breath, hand still stroking up and down, before you dive back down. This time you look up at him as you sink your mouth on his cock, your eyes locking with his, even with his eyes so dilated they’re so blue in contrast to the black material of his mask that nearly blends into the darkness of the night. His eyes are wide, watering even, and when he sees you look up at him, mouth stretched around his big cock, his own eyes roll back as his hips start to buck harder, faster. He cries out his impending orgasm, first in German though, for your sake, he remembers to repeat it in English as well.
Not that it matters, you offer him an encouraging, “mm-hmm” around his cock, letting him know that you wanted him to cum in your mouth and it drives him over the edge with a loud obscene moan, shooting rope and rope and rope of cum into your mouth.
You swallow what you can, the rest sliding down the side of your face as you sit up for air. His eyes are still closed as he pants for breath himself. Since he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention, you get a mischievous idea and lean in close to him, and use the edge of his mask to wipe your face clean.
He chuckles but doesn’t stop you, only taking your hand in his when he feels that you are done.
Most of him is limp against his seat, except for the grip he has on your hand, his knuckles resting on your thigh.
“Hey,” you reach over and gently tug at his hood, to which he leans down just enough for it to slip off. “You ok?”
He gives you a lazy grin, face flush and hair starting to mat down. He doesn’t quite answer you though, instead pulls your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss across your knuckles.
You smile and, blushing strongly at the innocent gesture despite the fact that you’d just swallowed a load of his cum, take your hand back so you could buckle up. “Let’s go home.”
The ride home is somewhat odd. He hasn’t said a word since you had his cock in your mouth and that silence is a little worrying. It’s not until you’re back home that you finally break the silence.
“König? What’s wrong?” You stop him before he can retreat into the bedroom.
“Nothing, Engel.”
“Then why are you so quiet?”
It’s almost comical to watch a man so big try to shrink away from your gaze. He’s squeezing one fist over and over, trying very hard not to twitch under your gaze.
You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth, as you put two and two together. “Wait! Did you not like- Did I…Did I give you a bad blow job?”
König’s head snaps up. “What! No!”
“Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“My love-”
“Do you hate all my blow jobs?!”
He shakes his head vehemently and shouts your name, but you still talk over him.
“Is it because I choke? I can’t help it! Your cock is just so big!”
“No! My Engel,” he finally stops you with his hands on your shoulders, “I love watching you choke on my cock!”
You take a breath, forcing yourself to calm down and pout up at him. “Then what is it?”
He sighed and rubbed your shoulders for a moment before taking your hands in his. “I was just thinking about the first time we met.”
There had been a look in your eyes that night that he wrote off as you being so close to dying. But he saw it again tonight…
“Oh.” Your pout morphs into something much more stoic. “When that man…” You trail off, you both know what happened that night.
“Yea.”
“What about it?”
He glances away from you and chews on his lip before changing the subject. “Tell me, my love. Did you enjoy watching me kill that man?”
“Yea.” You tilt your head, “why wouldn’t I? He got what he deserved.”
He nodded. “Did you enjoy watching me almost kill your coworker?”
This time it’s you that blushes and looks away. “Yea. I. I suppose being annoying doesn’t quite deserve that much violence, but…” what can you say? It was hot watching him so easily break the other man (oh and defending your honor too!).
“And,” he paused, licking his lips, “did it turn you on?”
Your face burns even more, “well,” you chuckle sheepishly, “that is why I blew you.”
He frowned and dropped your hands, though remained somewhat hunched so he could properly look you in the eyes. “I kill people.”
You squint at him, “yea…?” This wasn’t news to you…Why was he saying this?
“Not just the man who tried to rape you. Not just in my capacity as a soldier.”
Maybe you could understand where he was coming from. He never explicitly told you of his activities. You simply knew based on your first meeting and the way he spoke so casually about killing. “...Yea, I know…”
“I need you to know that, Engel.”
You nod, “ok. Got it.”
“But I would never hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you.” Which was a peculiar thing to say considering how just very recently you didn’t even know his name.
Upon hearing your answer, König glanced away from you, face dusted pink and chewing on his lip. He was right. You were an angel made just for him.
You frowned, “what’s wrong?”
He was quick to pounce on you, giant hands on either side of your face and threading into your hair as he pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. He swallowed your surprised little yelp, his tongue sliding against your lower lip and teeth nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot on your lip before slipping into your mouth.
He pulled you close, one hand solidly wrapped around your waist and the other pressed into your back, as you melted into his embrace. He only let go slightly when he moved his kiss to your jaw, down your neck, nipping at the scar below your neck.
You sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders as he continued to sink lower, pressing gentle kisses over your clothes and dropped to his knees.
He finally pressed a lingering kiss to the scar on your stomach, hands on your hips, and looked up at you, your name falling lovingly past his lips.
“You are perfect. Marry me.”
You really didn’t think he was a marriage kind of man. You assumed that when he told you that you belonged to him, that he would protect you from then on, that it equated to marriage in his mind. But with the way he was looking up at you now, looking both very serious and very vulnerable, to him, this was more than that.
“Oh, König,” you reply softly, your hand drifting from his shoulder to cup his face. He leans into your touch and never breaks eye contact with you.
You bend down and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Yes.”
He laughs happily when he pulls you into another strong kiss. He’s still laughing when he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.
[Death’s Haven]
Your husband was a killer. Not some vigilante with a twisted sense of justice. No, he simply needed to kill. For most of his life, this need was satiated through his career in the military. However, now that he was in the private sector, he had more time between jobs. Which led to the current reason you were home alone late at night.
He'd been between deployments for four months now. Yelling at recruits and paperwork was nearly driving him insane. When he started disappearing at night, when he spent his free time in secret, you knew what he was up to. You didn't ask him about it. You just made sure he had dinner and a clean home to come back to.
You were already asleep in bed when he came home tonight. When you felt him crawl into bed, hands sliding across your waist so he could hold you to his chest. He was very tactile like that, once he had you, he always had to be touching you in some way.
You let out a quiet sigh and shifted to get comfortable, vaguely aware that he was only wearing his boxers.
"I'm sorry, Engel. I did not mean to wake you."
"What time is it?"
"Three."
You grunted. Much too late (or perhaps, too early). Though you supposed coming home at three am was better than him coming home at five only to wake up at six to go to work.
You yawned and shifted, turning around so you could kiss his cheek. "Welcome home." You sighed, eyes already closing again as you cuddled up to him and started to fall back asleep.
König hummed, his hand gently moving up and down your hip, slipping underneath the tee shirt that you stole from him to use as a nightgown.
His soft touch chased away your sleep as his fingers dragged up and down your lower back. You wiggled your hips, attempting to get away from his touch by pressing your body further into him. "That tickles."
"Sorry," he muttered, lips brushing against your temple. "I missed you."
If your eyes weren't closed you'd roll them. Your big, strong, serial killer of a husband was sweet, cute even, acting like you hadn't seen each other for weeks.
But then you felt his hard on pressing against your thigh. Oh. He missed you like that. Yea. That made sense. Even though he slipped in late at night or early in the morning to see you before you left for work, you hadn't had sex since he started his recon a few days ago.
You nuzzle against his chest and smile, "did you?" You slide a hand down his stomach and fiddle with the waistband of his boxers. "I'd never be able to tell."
He groaned and pushed you onto your back, knocking your legs apart enough for him to settle between. His kiss is rushed, tongue pushing past your lips eagerly, while he starts to grind his hips into yours. You let out an airy gasp when his kisses trail down your jaw to the scar on your neck. A scar you were once ashamed of, once associated with a moment of indignity. König insisted that your scars weren't ugly or shameful, they were proof that instead of taking you for himself, the god of death had given you to him as a gift.
“What?” You rolled your eyes when he first told you such. “Is he a king and I'm one of his kids he can just give away?”
He threaded his fingers into your hair and pulled, forcing you to expose your neck to him. “I am your only King. And you are my Angel.”
Your leg hikes further up his waist, one of his hands splaying across the back of your thigh as he ruts into you again. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face back towards you as you attempt to kiss him again, instead he opens his mouth to mumble words against your lips.
“There was a witness.”
And you froze. The only witness he’s ever left before was you. For a moment you’re worried. Was this another damsel in distress that he saved? Was there another broken girl in his truck right now, waiting patiently to become your sister-wife?
You push a steady hand against his chest that he ignores and continues to suck hickey onto your neck. “What?”
He hums against your skin, moving his kiss down, where he nips at one of your breasts through the fabric of your chosen nightgown. He mistakes the concern in your voice as concern for him. He returns to your mouth, an eager heavy kiss pressed to your lips until he pushes his tongue into your mouth that you respond to tentatively.
“I killed him too.”
His hips grinding into yours, with his hard cock teasing your pussy through layers of thin fabric, draws out a needy whine from you. "O-oh?"
He grunts, breathing quickening as he starts to push your shirt up. "That's why I'm so late, my love.” He was quite eager, it seemed, as one of his hands slipped underneath your back to lift you so he could quickly pull the shirt completely off of you. “There was a lot of blood.” He finished his explanation (not that you asked for one) as he nuzzled his face between your breasts.
You wanted to giggle, both because his slight stubble on your bare chest tickled and how silly you felt that he basically just motorboated you, but with the way he was already licking and sucking at your tits, your giggle quickly morphed into a moan. And then you finally registered his words.
A bloodsoaked König, with his sniper hood hiding his face, looked like a monster straight out of a horror movie. The thought of it turned you on so much. “Yea?” Your arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you lifted your hips to meet his, pressing against his hard dick.
He chuckled as he sat up on his knees, still between your thighs, and tugged at your panties. You raise your hips enough for him to pull them down and toss to the side.
He leaned over you once again, propping himself up on his left arm, while his right hand found its way to your thigh again. You sighed as he all but had you pinned between his large frame and the bed. There was something frightening about his size, he was almost too big to be human, and yet he also possessed the uncanny ability to make you feel safe, no matter how vulnerable you were.
His fingers dipped between your thighs, his chuckles fading into a low groan when he finds how aroused you are. “You like that, Engel? Want to see me covered in blood, hm?”
A gasped, “uh-huh!” is all you can offer when his fingers, coated in your slick, rock against your clit.
König pulls his hand away all too soon, and the frustrated whine you puff out isn’t missed by him. You almost think he is going to tease you, that he is going to revel in the way you’re so desperate for him already, but there is a vulnerable sincerity in his eyes when you look up at him.
“...Are you proud of me?”
Your lust is momentarily forgotten as you slide a hand to his face, gently cradling his face. His eyes closed as he leaned into your soft and touch.
It was one thing to know that you accepted his proclivities, another entirely to know that you loved that part of him.
You gently run your thumb over his cheek bone so he could look at you again. You supposed you hadn't shown much enthusiasm for his activities since he nearly killed your coworker. You pull him down for a gentle kiss, whispering your answer against his lips. "Yes."
You even have a surprise for him, but the kiss that followed was much less delicate and much more needy on his part. It’s like he’s trying to mold himself to you, trying to fuse your soul to his. It’s as if he doesn’t want to let you go. And you give into him, forgetting about the little gift. You don’t want him to let go either.
You’re so pliable under his touch, the way you so easily give your body over to him reminds him of the first night he met you. When you were too weak to stop him from ripping the shreds of your dress off of your body, too weak to stop him from moving your hands to stem the bleeding of a knife wound that should have killed you. The memory of your body, pinned underneath him now, covered in the sweetest blood has him biting down on your shoulder roughly. You gasp and whimper underneath him, only squirming not to get away from him, but to get closer to him.
He drags his mouth down your body, trailing searing kisses along your skin. As always he pays special attention to the scar that dips below your collarbone, tracing the contours with his tongue as if he hasn't already committed every inch of it to memory. As always as well, he takes his time with your breasts, switching between rough nips into your flesh and gentle swirls of his tongue around the nipple. Every little hitch in your breath, every whine that pushes past your lips, alights his blood on fire.
His hips buck forward, seeking relief in the friction of his hard cock against the soft warm plush of your thighs. You whine, one hand resting on his shoulder and one tangled in his hair, as you feel the hot velvety skin of his cock rubbing the insides of your legs, pre cum smearing on your skin and you're not sure whether to pull him back up so he can stuff your pussy with that massive cock of his, or to push him down so he can lavish his attention elsewhere on your body.
König makes the decision for you as he continues to kiss and nip and lick his way down your body. He attempts to repeat the loving kiss with the scar on your stomach, attempts to trace it with his lips, but you become impatient and push his head, making him chuckle into your skin, which in turn has you also giggling.
He presses a lingering kiss to your pubic bone with a grin plastered on his lips, "so eager for me."
You huff, and make sure to exaggerate the little pout you throw at him. "Don't tease. It's been too long."
This draws another chuckle from him, though he spreads your thighs further apart so he can comfortably fit between them. "Less than a week, my angel."
You prop yourself up on one elbow and reach for his face, forcing him to look at you as you hit him with a trembling lip and the saddest eyes you could muster in the moment. "You promised to take care of me, König."
He stills at your words, muscles tense and eyes so wide that even in the dim light you could see the whites of his eyes. You were right, of course. How could he deny his sweet angel what you desperately wanted, needed? Especially when it was him that you needed. He gently places a hand over yours, never breaking eye contact with you, as he pulls your hand from his face and gently kisses the inside of your wrist, taking your little teasing to heart. “I will.”
That is all the warning you get before he is diving between your thighs. His breath is hot on your skin as he kisses and licks his way towards your pussy. He doesn't ignore any part of you, his left hand both massaging your inner thigh, kneading at the sensitive flesh and keeping your legs parted wide enough for him.
By the time he draws his tongue through your folds, you're already a quivering mess. His long, deliberate, slow licks have you moaning and gripping his hair. His right arm anchors your hips to the bed, keeping you in place as his tongue circles your clit. You try to muffle the obscene moans that fall from your lips, but König knows you, knows what you like, and drags his tongue down your slit, curls his tongue inside of you to lap at you juices. His own moans fill the air with yours, the subtle vibrations only driving you crazier.
His name is a chant on your lips, your hands gripping his hair even more as you try to fuck his face. He groans and releases the iron grip he has on your hips, right hand snaking up to your chest where he roughly gropes at your tits.
He holds you down for your sake, so he can lick and suck and nip without losing his place between your legs. But as you near your edge, he lets go because there's nothing he loves more than when you shove your pussy into his face. His mouth parted, tongue dragging over every inch of you and pushing into your pussy. His nose bumps and rubs against your clit as he enthusiastically moves his head, his stubble scratching pleasantly against the inside of your thighs.
He could, and probably should, stretch you out a little with his fingers, prepare you for the girth that is his cock, but he’s selfish and wants you to come on his tongue. He switches his pace, frenzied flicks of his tongue on your clit, followed by long firm strokes through your folds until he pushes his tongue into your pussy. He moans again, savoring the ambrosia that he pulls from you with every swipe of his tongue.
It’s when he starts to rock his hips into the bed, seeking to relieve his aching cock, that it feels like a final wave pushing you to your orgasm. Your thighs squeeze around his head as you pussy clenches wildly around his tongue, aching to be filled and stretched out even more. He continues to slurp at your pussy, his tongue covered in your cum as he gently offers small and gentle licks to your clit, following the movement of your hips without holding you down.
König is liable to spend too much time between your legs. Liable to ease you down from your orgasm only to pull another one from you. And you’re liable to forget that you were supposed to give him his gift before fucking.
“S-stop! I! I!” You cry and whine and try to push his face away from your oversensitive clit.
With a grunt, he finally relents and drops a few soft kisses to your thigh before propping himself up on his elbows and running the back of his arm across his face. “What is it, Engel?”
After a moment to catch your breath, you finally look at him and smile softly at the way he's looking up at you so adoringly. "I have something for you."
A grin breaks out across his face as he kisses your thigh and moves as if he's about to start eating you out again.
"Not that!" You laugh and lightly push his face away from your still sensitive pussy. "Come here," you pat the bed next to you, inviting him to sit down for a moment.
"I got you something," you say as you give him a quick peck to the lips when he sits down beside you.
His hand slides to your waist and you know he's about to pull you on top of him, but you pull away quick enough to turn to the nightstand and flip on the lamp.
There’s some shuffling beside you as you open the drawer. The first thing your hand catches is a bottle of lube, that’s not what you were looking for, but you set it on the table anyways.
One of his hands lands on your thigh and squeezes as he leans with you, his mouth dropping small kisses to your shoulder. “Do we have to do this now?”
“Oh, I guess not.” You say as you put a rectangular box on top of the side table and turn to face him again.
He’s shucked his boxers off, instead of shoving his dick through the opening in front, and has his left hand holding the heft of his hard cock. Your eyes drop down to the wide pink mushroom head and immediately forget that you had been trying to gift him something.
His right arm wraps around your waist as you kiss him and he pulls you atop one of his thighs. You whimper into his mouth as you grind down on his thigh, your already slick pussy making the glide easier and the friction electrifying. Even as you rock your hips back and forth, one of your hands wraps around his cock, next to his own hand. You both groan at the contact, Him at the way you swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock, collecting pre cum and spreading it over down as you give him sensual little pumps. You groan as you and your pussy clenches achingly at the reminder of how big his cock is, the way there’s enough length for the both of you to stroke down, and the way your fingers don’t even meet around his girthy width.
As you rest your forehead against his, lip tucked between your teeth as you continue to ride him, you notice his eyes flicker to the side table for just a second.
“You want to see it?” You ask with a breathless laugh, still chasing the pleasure grinding down on his thigh offers.
He grabs the hand you have wrapped around his cock and makes you squeeze him harder, speaking with a groan as he thrusts his hips up. “Just tell me what it is.”
“And ruin the surprise?”
He grunts and grabs your hips, halting your gyrating, while simultaneously smashing his mouth against yours. The kiss is rough, aggressive even, as his tongue tangled with yours, preventing you from further teasing him. Still you moan and giggle into the kiss and blindly reach behind you until you find the box.
“Just open it real quick.”
He sighed and reluctantly let go of your hips as he took the box from you. “What is the occasion?”
The real reason? You wanted him to remember you. You were afraid you were nothing but a novelty to him. He wanted you for now, but soon he’d get bored of you and send you away. If you were lucky, he’d kill you, but you were never that lucky in life. He’d provide a safe home for you, make you feel safe standing next to him at the grocery store, or as he picked you up from work. Then he’d leave you, leave you fearing every shadow and bump in the night. To live in the hell that was his absence.
“A hunting knife?” He unsheathed it, admiring the sheen and sharpness of the hooked blade.
It was deadly sharp, meant for skinning game. It wasn’t anything fancy. Perfectly utilitarian.
You hummed and stretched out again, this time to grab the bottle of lube you set aside earlier. “You’re the one that asked me if I am proud of you.” You pour some lube into one of your hands, “I was thinking about what you do, and thought you might like this.” You wrap your hand around his cock, spreading the lube along his thick shaft, “at the very least it can make a cute paperweight for your desk.”
König groans and shuts his eyes, leaning forward to rest his head against your shoulder, as you pump his now very slick cock. His hot breath fans over your skin as he mutters your name and nips at your shoulder. But he pauses when you lean to the side and expose the top of your scar to his mouth.
Suddenly he pulls away from you and looks back at the gifted blade. “You wanted to see me covered in blood, Engel.”
It’s not a question, though you give him a quiet little “mm-hm" before you’re sitting stock still with a blade pressed against your throat. His cock throbs in your hands as your eyes flick up to meet his. His eyes, blown wide with lust, flicker between your own gaze and the knife he holds to your throat.
“I have never seen blood as beautiful as yours.”
Your heart thumps in your chest, and pussy, at his words. Did he think of your blood often? Did he still think of that night?
You squeeze your hand, giving a tantalizing grip to his cock, and tilt your head to the side, whispering a loving taunt. “It belongs to you.”
You see droplets of blood splatter across his face before you feel the sting of your flesh sliced open. You gasp, eyes squeezing shut, as pain catches up to you. There’s a clatter of the knife being tossed onto the nightstand before you feel his large hands digging into your hips and moving you so that you are fully straddling him.
The head of his cock slides through your folds before nudging your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through you that distracts from the pain. You whimper and shudder when you open your eyes to see the look on his face. You imagine that this is what he looked like the night he saved you, but now you see him unmasked, see how the sight of you bleeding before him is nearly driving him insane.
König moaned when he felt the first drop of blood hit his face, his cock jumping out of your hand and pulsing wildly. Your pained little gasp that followed did not assuage his desire, if anything it fueled it even more. He quickly discarded the knife and pulled you over him, his lubed up cock running along your slick pussy drawing moans out from both of you.
He looked up at you, lost in bliss as you rocked your hips into him, rubbing your clit onto his cock, and snaked a hand into your hair to pull you down. He breathed in the air around you, filled with the scent of your combined arousal and sweat and, as he pushed his face into your skin, the light coppery scent of your blood.
You whined again when he disturbed the cut on your neck, the fresh wound following the exact path of the previous one, only to cry out when he drug his tongue through the blood.
“You have the sweetest blood, my angel.”
And with a quick, rough, grip to the back of your head, he pulled you into a searing kiss. His tongue immediately found yours as if he was intent to share the taste of you, of your blood and cum.
His face is smeared in blood when you pull away from his hungry kiss and look at him again. You rest your forehead against his and pant for breath, eyes locking with his as he lifts your lips and properly lines his cock up.
You whimper when you feel the head of his cock start to spread you, but even his lust filled haze he’s aware enough of himself to go slowly, letting you sink down onto his girthy length at your own pace.
“König,” you cry when you take him fully, your entire body hot and desperate to be close to him.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his face tucked into your neck as you start to move your hips up, sliding back down with a moan as he fills you.
He’s not quiet when your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, it feels too good to hold in the moan that rips out of his throat when you start to bounce on his cock. Slick. Your blood and sweat against his skin, your wet pussy around his cock, it’s all heavenly slick and he wants more. He groans and roughly guides your hips down to meet his own thrusts. You cling to him and moan as he easily lifts you only to slam you back down.
“My angel,” he growls hotly into your ear, his eyes rolling back when your pussy flutters tightly around his cock.
He’s quick to shift positions, cradling the back of your head as he throws you onto your back. You only get to mourn the loss of his cock inside you for a moment before he is throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and bullying his cock back into your pussy.
The new angle allows him impossibly deeper, your moans are so loud you’re nearly screaming at this point. He moans loudly along with you when he glances down between your bodies and sees as he feels how your pussy clings to his cock, doing its best to not let go of him every time he pulls out.
Your pussy aches and gapes when he pulls all the way out, slipping and accidentally brushing the head of his cock over your clit. You cry out, from the sensation of his slicked cockhead on your clit and for him, even this second without him filling you up is too long without him. You hook the leg he doesn’t have over his shoulder over his waist as he thrusts his cock back into you. It feels like he hits every nerve in your pussy, his pelvis grinding against yours and rubbing your clit and you can’t even say his name as your entire body begins to shake.
Your orgasm is overwhelming, you claw and grab at König, yet at the same time the consistent grinding of his pelvis on your clit and his huge cock pistoning in and out of you has part of you wanting to push him away. He doesn’t let you, instead he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.
König’s head drops to your shoulder, chin hitting the cut on your neck, and groans loudly as you come on his cock, your pussy clenching around him dizzyingly tight. He growls and groans when you begin to struggle against him, sending him over his own edge. He breathlessly stills as his cock throbs, filling you with his cum as your pussy continues to clench around his cock.
Eventually his hips slow down to a slow, sensual, grind, meeting your hips in the lazy aftermath. He drops your leg from his shoulder and braces himself on his forearms while he continues to nuzzle his face into your neck, sloppy open mouth kisses licking up blood and sweat.
“König,” you sigh and nudge him. He may be holding most of his weight off of you, but he’s still crushing you into the mattress and at this point it’s so hot that it’s starting to become difficult to breathe.
He grunts, his cock giving a final pulse as he pulls out, and rolls to the side. His hand lands heavily on your thigh, “give me a moment, Engel, and I will clean you up.”
You whine at the sudden empty feeling and, with considerable effort, turn on your side and cuddle up to him, moving his arm around you. He embraces you, eyes closed as he basks in his post orgasmic bliss.
“You look like a vampire.” You say with a light chuckle and brush a thumb across his chin.
He grins and opens one eye to look at you, “if I could live off of your blood, Engel, I would.”
Your laugh is cut short with a grimace as you feel his cum leak out of your pussy. “Ok, I need to get up.”
He sits up with you and pulls you into his lap before standing. “Let me.”
“You don’t always need to carry me to the bathroom!”
“Can you walk?”
Actually, probably not.
König leaves the shower first, letting you relax under the hot water a little longer while he changes the sheets on the bed. There was too much cum, sweat and blood to ignore for the night.
He’s waiting patiently for you when you finally get out of the shower. He’s thoughtful enough to lay one of his shirts out on the clean sheets for you to wear when he’s finished bandaging you up.
“It’s not even that bad,” you say as you let him apply an ointment and a gauze bandage on the cut that’s barely bleeding anymore.
He doesn’t really respond, just grunts and makes sure to secure the bandage properly before he turns around to set everything down on the nightstand.
“Ah! König!” You gasp and slap a hand over your mouth when you see long scratch marks on his back, small beads of blood surfacing on his skin.
“What!” He turns quickly, eyes wide, afraid that he hurt you.
“I’m so sorry!” You squeak out behind your hand.
“What?”
You hang your head and hide your face in your hands. “Your back is bleeding!”
“What?” He cranes his neck to look at his own back.
“How embarrassing,” you mumble to yourself as you take the towel that’s wrapped around you and dab the bit of blood off of him.
His chuckles turn into a laugh, a full loud sound deep from his belly, as you fuss over him. He barely lets you touch his back before he is reaching behind him and pulling you onto his lap.
He stops your protests with a kiss, a smile still pulling at his lips even as he runs his tongue over your lips. “I cut you with a hunting knife, Engel, and you’re worried about little scratches?”
“Fine,” you hum and pull away from him enough to slip on the tee shirt he laid out for you. “But if it scars, it’ll be the least cool story you’ve got.”
He turns off the lamp as you climb under the blankets. “I disagree. It’ll be my favorite. Next time, I will make you scratch my back even more.”
König grinned at your little laugh as you settled into his embrace for the night. No, you didn’t hurt him and no he didn’t mind a tiny bit of blood spilled. He’d drown in your blood if he could, how could he not offer you the same?
#König x reader#könig x fem reader#serial killer au#stalker au#this is about serial killer könig. NOT könig being a serial killer#dangerous serial killer is soft only for you
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Does my spoiled Black princess act “too white”? Plus possible forced caregiver role
Anonymous asked:
I just had someone on Discord complain that a black character of mine comes off as “too white” (Read: Whiny and immature). The thing is: I did that on purpose. She’s a princess, a sheltered, spoiled one at that, and much of her character arc revolves around her journeying into the outside world for the first time and learning to grow tf up. I explained this to the guy, but he stuck to his guns and said that even with that context in mind, it’s still an issue.
So I’d like another opinion on this: Is there anything I should change? Not her race, though. She has a very particular character design for which I want her skin to be as dark as possible.
And I’m not sure how important this last bit is, but I figure this is the kind of thing you’d want to know: She also has a little (white) kid tagging along with her, but she’s a massive jerk to him for the first quarter of the story because she doesn’t want him there. But she cut a deal with his brother to take him with her, and as insufferable as she can be, she has a strong code of honor.
I would like to start by saying that acting “too white” is not a thing. Her personality should be defined by how she was raised, even though that can be influenced by the culture in which she grew up. I know that many Black communities, from the Caribbean for example, tend to have a stricted education. Populations who once were subjected to colonialism or faced racism by immigrating generally have education views marked by trauma : we are held to higher standards to represent our community.
Does that story takes place in our world and or in a fantasy world ? If it’s in our world, depending on where she’s from, chances are high that she went through a not-so-spoiled education, even though I don’t know about African royalties. If you’re writing fantasy, you’re free to do what you wish and her being immature fits her education.
However I would be a bit more concerned about the White kid hanging with her. Your description makes me think of him as a… pet, kinda ? And it draws a weird parallel with European royalties a few centuries ago having Black servants, a bit like a reversed situation. Where is the kid from, is there racism in your world ? Is there a reason why the brother wants her to take him with her ? What is the thing with that kid. I’m more concerned about that part than the princess’ personality to be honest.
- Mod Lydie
This guy in your discord just sounds ignorant. Black people are not all assigned to a set descriptor of personality traits. A princess with a sheltered, spoiled and whiny personality is not reserved for only white people. BIPOC, and particularly Black people in this case, come from all backgrounds and personas.
I would ask this person, “what would a princess who ‘acts Black’ act like to you?” Based on his mindset, I'm sure having a Black princess at all is a stumbling block. If your audience can’t envision a Black person who doesn’t act and think the way they envision that all Black women must, that’s their own racist bias to overcome.
Let them feel uncomfortable as they get to know characters that are not caricatures who soothe their stereotypical assumptions.
White kid tagging along, forced to care for them
As for the kid: Like Lydie, I find this bit concerning.
Questions I have:
What is the purpose of his presence?
Is she being forced into a caregiver role without her consent? Whether out of obligation, morals, or having been tricked?
Is this kid meant to teach her a lesson on being humble?
Forcing a Black girl who is arguably “too whiny, immature, and spoiled” into caring for a (white) child can feel a bit like forcibly humbling her into servitude for being too “uppity.” For context: Black people that have nice things and act proud of their lifestyle are often seen as thinking they’re better than other Black people, aka the uppity stereotype. Keep in mind that people who think Black people should not have these luxuries or be proud of their success love to see them “knocked them down a peg” in an attempt to humble them. But why do they need to be humbled?
Perhaps your princess does have some less than favorable traits. Ask yourself if they need to be “corrected” by servitude, if at all? Seeing character growth is a part of stories, yeah, but there are other ways she can undergo that process without going from princess to Mammy.
Here are some examples of ways to create character growth for the princess without servitude being involved.
Character growth without caretaker role ideas
Having a character tag along with her that doesn’t need her care, but building a real friendship (or romance) with them that helps her be more considerate for others.
Or this character does not fear her whiny attitude and challenges her throughout.
She sees how other people live, act and love. This makes her reflect on her own actions and / or long to be included.
Experiencing a life changing event or loss that makes her reflect on her own actions.
Overcoming real challenges, self-care and hard work that causes character growth and humility, without humiliation.
The child tags along, along with some else that does the caretaking. (Parent, sibling, servant). Even without having to do much for caregiving, she experiences growth as she starts to care or like the child.
So long story short: There is so much thing as a Black person who acts white. That’s simply people who can’t envision Black people beyond stereotypes, and that is a “them” problem, not your story’s. Carry on! We do recommend you avoid forcing the Black princess into servitude in an attempt to amend her personality. See the suggestions above.
~Mod Colette
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Charlotte and Elaine: Corporate Sluts Part 1
Important Note*
The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.
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Charlotte and Elaine were trying to climb the corporate ladder. Charlotte was 24, ambitious, spoilt, and never afraid of acting a little slutty to get her own way. She often teased men simply to get ahead and then would drop them the moment they were no longer of any use. Elaine meanwhile was 21 and while aware of her sexual ways, she was naive to the many dirty thoughts that men had about her. She often dressed in clothes that showed off her slim long legs, and knew that there were men she worked with who she had wrapped around her little finger.
They were both worthy of the leers and looks from men; South East Asian, slender, gorgeous faces, and happy to show everything off. They were absolutely beautiful and they knew it. They both joined their current marketing company quite recently and were keen to make an impression on clients, they knew that client’s ultimately held the power, so make them happy and you make lots of money In bonuses. They were competitive and eager to please, so when a new multi billion dollar client came on board they were both falling over themselves to get close to them.
Their manager quite obviously knew this, hell they’d tried using their womanly prowess on him, he was getting sick of their attitude and despite their keenness to impress they were too focused on acting like sluts than actually doing their jobs properly. But he knew how he could secure this contract for a really long time. Neither of the girls had been around long enough to hear about the stories from higher ups at various companies, stories that could truly shock. Most of them centred around the high powered men (and sometimes women) of companies having sex parties that include unwilling participants being gang raped and abused. This company happened to be one of those companies that had these parties on a regular basis.
The manager called them both in at the same time and standing up he spoke, “Charlotte, Elaine I’ve been noticing you doing everything you can to get close to the latest clients from South West Tech. Well here’s your big opportunity, they’re having an event tonight that I want you both to represent us at. I will be speaking with them afterwards to find out which of you impressed the most, whoever they choose will be given the bonus you’ve both been fighting for. Make sure you’re dressed to impress, you can both leave early to get ready. Be at this address at this time, not earlier and definitely not late. Don’t embarrass us!”
He say down taking his gaze off them and they knew there wasn’t anymore to be said. They left the office obediently to go home and get ready, both of them excited for the potential to impress and land a big bonus! They didn’t say anything to each other as they left, they didn’t disliked each other but they also recognised that they were in competition and in their minds had to do whatever it took.
Charlotte got home thinking she might have the advantage with a few extra years on her, sometimes youthful exuberance could be annoying where she felt her professionalism set her apart. She found a really nice white dress number that hugged her curves perfectly and showed off her great form. It had 3/4 sleeves on it and while she felt it was professional enough, she thought it would send the old men wild.
Elaine went for a slightly different approach, she’d heard that a lot of these men were kinda perverts and she wanted them thinking with their dicks and not their heads. She knew Charlotte would be a better professional than her through experience, but she wasn’t interested in giving up this chances at a fat bonus. She chose to wear a black top that opened slightly down the middle and showed off her slim neckline and shoulders, while also choosing a short white skirt that had remnants of what a schoolgirl might wears. To complete that sultry sexy look she wore knee high white socks with nice high heels. She knew she would turn the men wild!
They turned up at the address both 1min before the agreed time, both of them thought it strange they were so specific but then they thought it might be a test. They arrived at the door looking at each other, their mood was tense but again there wasn’t any hate, just competitiveness. Charlotte spoke first, “you’re looking really pretty Elaine, dragged out some of your schoolgirl days clothes?” It was a compliment but clearly backhanded, Elaine wasn’t going to back down though, “yeah that’s right Charlotte, all my school stuff still fits me. Your school days were such a long time ago, surely none of it even exists anymore. Your looking very….um..nice as well. The dress looks very mature.” Again a backhanded compliment designed to make sure the other person knew it was game on tonight!
Charlotte didn’t have a chance to respond, the door opened abruptly and there was a man in a black suit. He looked them up and down, “you two Charlotte and Elaine?” They nodded, and he stepped aside letting them enter. They went down some stairs so they were going into what appeared to be a basement club or place of some kind. They went through several doors that required key cards, code locks, and fingerprint identification. This was clearly an exclusive place to be invited. Finally they got through the final set of doors, another with a keycard pass, and it opened out to a semi-dark circular room. It had the feeling of an underground cult or secret society, there were only men in there, without counting the girls estimated about 40-50 men, all of them aged 45+. As soon as they walked in they felt the gaze of all of the men on them, it was like they were undressing them with their eyes. The man that collected them lead them to the centre of the room and almost immediately the men all circled around them.
The mood in the room was something that neither girl felt comfortable with, it was a mood of anticipation and excitement and with them at the centre of it they began to look at each other concerned. One man from the group stepped forward, Charlotte and Elaine recognised him as one of the executives they had tried to impress. “Welcome girls, welcome! Your arrival has been greatly anticipated! Take a look around at every man here…” slowly they gazed around then looked back at the man, “because every man here, will be fucking your brains out tonight!” That final comment cemented the feeling both of them were having, they were in a lot of trouble! “It was so nice of you to dress so beautiful and slutty for us, but then you won’t be wearing those clothes for much longer. You wanted to impress us, you have and if it’s any consolation your participation tonight will ensure our company remains your companies top client for a long time to come!”
He was done talking, the anticipation was reaching fever pitch, he clicked his fingers and straight away two men grabbed both girls from behind pinning their arms back two other men then turned up right in front of the girls with scissors. Before they started though the girls started protesting and fighting back, “stop please!” “No, no, no!” “Please let us go!!” “We’ll do anything, we won’t tell, please just let us go!!” Before the men with the scissors started the executive stood up to them and slapped both girls individually and hard. “You listen to me you slutty little cunts, we’ll enjoy your screams, you’re begging for mercy, and you’re moans as you give in. But let’s get one thing straight right now, disobedience will not be tolerated. Fight back, bite down on cocks, saying “no, stop, or don’t do that” will only result in punishment. And believe me we have no issues about punishing you, we have very skilled people at delivering abuse and torture that you have never imagined. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
As he backed away the men with the scissors went to work, the man working on Charlotte started cutting it from the middle in front of her pussy and up. It was a light and easily cut fabric once he got to the top it flapped away from her body uselessly revealing her white bra and panties. He then pulled the dress off her and the man holding her arms helped disrobe her so she only had her bra and panties left for dignity. For Elaine she obviously was wearing far more revealing and simple to disrobe clothing, the man with the scissors didn’t actually need them. He simply ripped her black top open and with the help of the man behind yanked it off her slight frame, while he then pulled down her short skirt letting it drop to the floor uselessly. Elaine was wearing red laced silk bra and panties. Both women were in bra and panties. The almost in unison both men with scissors cut away their bras strand by strand exposing their perfect breasts to an almost audible hush from the horny men surrounding them. Then they seductively dragged the scissors over their breasts and waist, finally getting to their crotches. They rack poked the ends of the scissors into their pussies through the panties, and then together they cut away each strip letting them drop to the floor. As soon as both pussies were revealed the group of men crowded them even more and were audibly grunting and groaning, they each wanted to devour these girls. The men with the scissors then put them to the side and with the help of the men holding the girls arms back they picked the naked ladies up with their legs spread and pussies totally on display.
The crowd of men were now on the women, hands were feeling all over their young silky bodies; the hands rubbed, massaged, and groped their bodies. Their tits were constantly being groped hard, and their nipples flicked, sucked, teased, and every so often pinched. Hands were rubbing up and down her legs, and naturally it didn’t take long for those hands to make their way to their pussies. Finger after finger entered them; poking, prodding, stroking, and finger fucking. The girls were moaning and sobbing at the abuse, one of the men as a humiliation picked up both panties and after rubbing them on his cock he shoved them in their mouths, muffling their cries and moans. Man after man was given their chance to use his fingers on them, before two men that appeared to be late 50s even early 60s stepped up and buried their faces in their crotches licking then. The girls both arched their backs as the men stimulated them in a way they’d never experienced before, they moaned as the men got their pussies so wet that they couldn’t help but feel their orgasms building. Their hands were dangling down but strangely instinctively they found themselves holding each others hands as their bodies built to a massive climax, squeezing down on the others hands they each let out a massive, “mmmmmmffffff” into their panty gags and twitched as the men delivered their first orgasms. They still cried at the humiliation of having control of their bodies taken away from them, they twitched as their bodies came down from cumming. The men pulled their heads out of their crotches, their pussies sopping set now.
The men holding the girls brought them over to tables that had leg and wrist bindings attached to them, the two tables were set up so both heads were next to each other. They were strapped down, even though there was nowhere to go and nothing they could do. The executive stepped up, “you enjoyed your orgasms didn’t you girls, well it’s our turn now!” The executive pulled his pants down revealing his hard cock, it was probably on the larger side but not massive, “I think I’m going to take…the younger one!” He stepped up to Elaine and rubbing his meat against her pussy feeling the heat coming off her, he shoved his cock in brutally, her pussy was still wet and super inviting. She wasn’t tight like a virgin but she was still a great fuck, he grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard into her. For Charlotte another man stepped up, he appeared to be in his 60s, “I’ve been a board member since the age of 30, these nights are my favourite nights of the year! You might be the prettiest fuck ever though!” He rubbed his old wrinkled cock against her young 24yo pussy and shoved it in, immediately he began thrusting his meat inside of her while crouching over and sucking on her gorgeous nipples.
Two men then showed up beside each of their faces pumping their middle aged cocks, one of them said menacingly, “remember, you bite down and we WILL punish you!!” They pulled out the panties from their mouths and almost immediately they both shoved their cocks deep in the girls mouths causing a mixture of gags and muffled moans. The men fucking their pussies were pounding with such force that every thrust was making their tits bounce. Not wanting to feel left out other men had started groping and feeling their soft silky bodies and groping their tits. Their hands were in such a position that men could access them to help jerk them off. Their bodies were nothing but play toys for these men to use as they pleased. The men fucking the women were upping their speed as they felt their first orgasms coming, they grunted and groaned like animals possessed knowing their balls were about to explode. They both seemed to sense the others timing and almost at the exact same time they cried out in pure ecstasy, “FUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSS!!!!!” “FUCKING TAKE OUR CUM YOU FUCKING SLUTS!!!!!” And with that both girls pussies were flooded with their rapists cum, the executive was in heaven as his cock continued squirting his semen into the 21yo cunt. “FUCK YES, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE BORN FOR!!!! YOU’RE FUCKTOYS, NOTHING ELSE!! IT’S TIME YOU LEARNED YOUR PLACE IN THE WORLD IS ON THE END OF A MAN’S COCK!!!”
The girls sobbed as they felt the men squirt more and more cum into them, finally though they both began to go soft and they eventually pulled out with the girls feeling cum dribbling out of their pussies. They weren’t given any rest though as the men that were using their mouth’s immediately switched places and filled their cum soaked pussies with their cocks. Two other men immediately filled their mouths as well ensuring their gang rape would be absolutely constant. Charlotte and Elaine had no idea but there was a hierarchy to the men taking their turns. The executives and the board got first crack at using the women based on their rank, age, and standing in the company. Each man would step to the girls starting with their and use them hard as if they’re a fleshlight while their colleagues brutally raped the girls pussies. Their bodies were in a constant state of usage and they were never afforded rests. The girls bodies continued to betray them time and time again as they couldn’t help but orgasm to their brutal gang rape. Man after man stepped up and raped their young fertile pussies sending load after load of cum into them. The men constantly hurled foul abuse at the girls calling them “fucktoys”, “whores”, “sluts”, “cunts”, and saying “we’re gonna rape you until we can’t get hard!”
The girls had no choice but to lay there and take it as the men took their turns raping their sloppy cum filled pussies. While this was going on the men not fucking they were getting so turned on that they were busting loads into condoms, put aside for later use. Finally after hours of brutal use of their battered pussies the executive put a halt to proceedings. “Alright everyone, let’s take a breather!” He walked up and inspected the two women, they were panting trying to catch their breath, their pussies were both swollen and cum drained out of them. Over the course of that period they’d run a train of 23 cocks on Elaine and 22 on Charlotte. They were totally exhausted and totally ruined, cum coated every part of their insides. Both women were convinced they must be pregnant. The executive was impressed, “great stuff men, their pussies will never be the same again. I think they were actually enjoying having a train run on their pussies! So the question is…are we ready for round 2?!” The men cheered loud, their sexual frustration and lust would not be satisfied by simply fucking their pussies!
Some men undid their bindings and dragged them over to two u-shaped metal poles that were stuck to the ground. There were steps that they were placed on before rope was used to bind them bending over the poles in a semi-crouched posture, Charlotte and Elaine felt excess cum dribble down their legs. Their minds were so broken they couldn’t imagine what more was to come. The executive and same board member as before stepped up to answer that question, it was the board member that spoke first, “you’ve had your warm up sluts, now comes the best part. All those men that just raped your sloppy battered pussies, they’re going to do it all again ON YOUR ASSES!!!” The men all cheered while the girls cried and sobbed, with Charlotte meekly begging for mercy, “please no! I can’t take any more!” This enraged the board member, “YOU FUCKING SLUT!!! YOU WERE WARNED ABOUT DISOBEDIENCE, NOW YOU GET TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS!!! AND LET THIS BE A LESSON TO BOTH OF YOU!!!”
The board member went over to a table which had all the tools for torture they could possibly want, on this occasion the board member chose a bamboo cane. He tapped it on her legs, then her tits, then her damaged sensitive pussy. Then taking a step back he cracked it hard on her perfect ass cheeks, Charlotte felt a surge in adrenaline at this abuse, “ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The board member cracked again, “DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TELL ME TO STOP, OR I’LL HIT YOU MORE AND HARDER!!!!” With the knowledge she couldn’t tell him to stop she just screamed and sobbed. Elaine was tied down that she couldn’t see anything but she heard it all and could see the pain in Charlotte’s eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. The board member switched tactics in his words, “BEG US TO RAPE YOUR ASSES!!! BOTH OF YOU BEG US, TELL US YOU WANT OUR COCKS IN YOUR ASSES!!!” He whacked another stroke on Charlotte and followed up with a strike on Elaine, Charlotte just wanted the pain to stop so I’m her sobs she said, “please I’m begging you rape my ass!!!” Elaine wasn’t interested in getting another cane to the ass, “please rape me!!! I want your cocks in my ass!!!!”
Both men stepped up and dribbled lube onto their ass cheeks and onto their cocks. They roughly rubbed the lube so it was worked into their assholes then pressed the tips of their cocks into their asses and forced them inside the girls. Both girls screamed with renewed vigour as the men forced their cocks inside their asses, neither of them had experienced anal sex before so they were both anal virgins, just as both men wanted! Their cocks slid further and further inside with the lube aiding them in their pursuit of getting as deep as possible. The board member was first, his wrinkled cock buried inside Charlotte as much as he wanted he used both hands to simultaneously spank both ass cheeks that were showing the lines of abuse he’d inflicted on her using the cane. Charlotte jerked and screamed at the abuse, her asshole clenching down on his cock as he spanked her ass cheeks. He then started shifting his weight moving his cock inside her asshole, “mmmmm yeah baby! Take my Cocks in your ass!!”
The executive had also reached a satisfactory point inside Elaine’s pristine ass, he grabbed her hair so it was almost like a pony tail and used it for leverage as her begun thrusting inside of her. For Elaine she was in hell, her ass felt like it was being split in two and she was hyperventilating at the thought of prolonged ass rape by these men. She wasn’t given much of a chance to focus on those thoughts as the same two men that first used their mouth as before stepped up. The hierarchy continued. They forced their cocks in their mouths muffling the screams as they gagged. The executive and the board member were really starting to get momentum on her ass and were properly ass fucking them now, every thrust designed to get deeper and harder. Finally the board member felt his cock ready to explode for a second time and rammed it in as cum shot out of his cock and into her ass. “FUUUUUUUUCK!!!! TAKE MY CUM IN YOUR ASS YOU SLUT!!!!”
The executive followed suit immediately afterwards, witnessing the board members abuse on Charlotte sending him over the edge, he grunted like an animal as his cock exploded cum inside of Elaine, “FUCK YES CUNT, FEEL MY CUM FILLING YOU UP!!! Both men continued to squirt cum inside of the women as every twitch would squeeze down on their cocks. Finally the pulled out and as their cocks came out the women felt the cool air enter inside their gaping asses just as they closed. They weren’t staying closed for long though as the train of men continued their system of one man on the mouth and one man in the ass.
The rest of the men were equally as abusive to the girls, spanking them, pulling their hair, writing filthy degrading messages on them in marker pen. They even got out nipple clamps and attached them to their hanging tits with weights attached. Every thrust causing more pain on their abused tits. Their asses were used brutally and constantly, every man giving the women an ass creampie, meaning cum was filling up their insides and leaking out. Finally after another few hours of constant abuse the final man deposited his cum inside Elaine and for the first time since their last break there was not a cock inside of them. The girls were practically catatonic, barely conscious. The men who’d gang raped them for hours that night stood proudly over their victims knowing their were ruined piece of meat now. The executive stepped up, “well done men! These girls are used up rapetoys now! I’m actually impressed they’re still conscious!!! We’ll be sending out the link to be able to watch all of the action and relive it all later tonight, be sure to keep it secure. As for these two, probably best to say your goodbyes as it’s unlikely you’ll ever come across them again, except maybe in future underground porn vids!”
The men all laughed, a few came over and gave the girls spanks on the ass, slaps on the face, and spitting at them. The girls were totally and utterly broken. The executive gave someone a nod and the girls were taken down from their cruel bindings, they’d been in that position for hours. They were dumped on a soft-mat like from a gymnasium, barely moving and breathing. The executive walked up to them, “you think this might be the end? Well it’s not, I’ve got some clients of my own coming and they will make sure you’re treated exactly like you should be.
With the final comment they were dragged off to a cell where they lay there recovering. The stench of cum and sex all over them, they wished they could just roll over and die.
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How Levi Would React To Anything/Anyone Taking Evelyn's Attention
(A/N: I've highkey missed doing headcanons for these two so I wanted to do one. Oneshots are nice and so is Break Me Slowly but headcanons are just so relaxing and fun to do. [Also if anyone's curious you can totally request a set of headcanons in my asks just so long as you specify you'd like a headcanon ^^] Please please read the warnings of this one it's gonna be a little darker than usual)
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, child abuse, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Levi is not letting anything/anyone come in-between him and his wife, it doesn't matter who or what it is. If anyone or anything gets a hint more of her attention there will be some really crazy consequences.
If It's Their Child ->
If Levi feels like Evelyn is spending more time with their son/daughter than both mother and child are being punished. Levi is a strong believer of discipline so that means he will act cold and standoffish to his offspring until they beg for Papa's forgiveness.
He'll by far be more gentle with the child than Evelyn, making sure relying on manipulation to force the child to obey and continue holding him a reverent light.
They'll get a lecture on the importance of being number two in Mama's life, and how Papa is the most important thing to her and they come second in all things.
Evelyn on the other hand will be reminded who is first in her heart by ahem, giving her another child. He wants her to remember who gave her those kids she loves so much in the first place and how she should respect him more for giving them to her.
If she doesn't seem to learn her lesson the children will be taken away from her for a period until she smartens up, telling the children Mama's sick or she doesn't want to see them, making them cling to Papa even more since he loves them more than she does.
Once she has her act together they're allowed back in her life, although they'll have to learn how to accept their new sibling in her belly.
If It's A Pet ->
Surprisingly, Levi would be open to a pet, so long as it was a large dog. He would enjoy the added security when he's not home as well as the ability to smell out his wife in case she tried to escape.
However it would be his pet, she would be allowed near it but if she got to close the dog would be taken away from her. He can't allow her to get too friendly with the animal in case it stopped serving its use which would be adding a level of fear to make her submit.
It It's A Friend ->
Having friends is already a privilege that Levi allows sparingly. He has to pre-approve any and all friends she's allowed to have. Women are fine unless she starts to spill too much or other women get too nosy.
Men are never allowed to be friends with Evelyn, if by some odd chance she befriended one in secret the culprit would be found out quickly. When that happens he'll either be threatened into submission or killed in front of Evelyn as a warning, telling her what she's done because she couldn't help but flirt with everyone she met.
Women who get too nosy often meet the same fate depending on their social standing. Normal Scouts, commoners, and servants are quickly killed and disposed of, allowing them to see the truth before their final moments for the sake of irony.
Those who belong to higher standing circles are often blown off and never spoken to again. If anyone comes curiously wondering what happened Levi holds the threat of violence and ruin over them unless they keep silent.
If he feels Evelyn is getting distracted by her friends he'll isolate for weeks or even months at a time to learn the importance of his company and his alone.
If It's A Hobby ->
Levi allows Evelyn to pursue any hobby she'd like within reason, he wants her to be mentally stimulated so she doesn't think about escape. However if that's all she wants to do and rejects his affections in order to work on a hobby then it's taken away.
Or if she's stubborn about it he'll find some way to ruin the hobby completely for her until she has no interest in it once her punishment is over.
#attack on titan#break me slowly#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi x oc#levi x reader#shingeki no kyojin#yandere levi#yandere levi ackerman#yandere levi x reader
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Probably gonna fail a class so here are random headcanons for Izumi Tachibana from A3!
(It’s pretty long IMO and not proofread, sorry)
(I also am not caught up with the JP main story past Act 10 so sorry if anything contradicts sth that happens later)
CW: it gets kinda depressing near the end, my mood kinda seeped in 😓; mostly backstory stuff
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- my girl is bi (more so bc I want a chance)
- her mom was always a stickler for a clean house so she’s super serious about making sure everyone does their chores, even more than Sakyo
- this one is more about Yukio and her mother but that man’s taste is women is definitely serious women in charge (they say you tend to fall for someone similar to your parents *winkwonk* SakyoIzu being the gender bent ver *winkwonk*
- Women on top tho, the men are simps (Yukio has to call at least once a week or else)
- On that note, her mom definitely holds grudges by the way she doesn’t even want Yukio to be mentioned in her household; Izumi holds mini-grudges too but they eventually fade with time bc she’s forgetful and just really nice
- not one to scream at a person when she’s angry, just raises her voice and speaks in a firm tone (she’s really good at choosing the right words though so it’s kinda worse to get her mad bc she’s usually so tolerant and her words hit deep)
- always speaks from the heart so this skill not transfer to acting 😭
- when her dad left so suddenly, she tried watching plays to cope but then started crying in the middle of the performance bc she thought of what her dad would think of a specific scene bc they used to do daddy-daughter play trips
- briefly tried to take up a different artistic hobby instead of theatre but when that failed, she just threw herself into her studies
- average student but she can get higher scores if she really tries
- scores into a pretty good college but a friend encourages her to go to a decent college that at least has a good arts program bc they’re worried Izumi is gonna throw away her life’s passion
- although she had that horrible experience where the theatre head told her she has no acting talent, at least being able to help create plays with backstage work rekindles her love of theatre and gives her an even greater appreciation for behind the scenes positions
- she works her way up the back stage ladder, trying out all sorts of different jobs to get a feel for each of them and eventually gets to an assistant director position
- and she’s absolutely in love with it (my girl is a career woman through and through)
- she gets why her father loved it so much although he was a great actor himself
- so thankful to the friend who encouraged her to go to that college, they’re still in contact (long distance bc she’s still at their home town) and they text and do late night calls often (they’re platonic soulmates dw)
- She was decently popular before daddy issues happened and lost a lot of the fair weather friends and only has a few close ones she’s made and kept over the years; she’s making more connections via theatre nowadays bc MANKAI keeps her so busy (it’s a crime that Liber doesn’t even give Izumi just one friend outside of her relation with MANKAI)
- Although MANKAI and her friend have never met, they refer to each other by nicknames at this point bc of how often Izumi catches them up on what the other is doing
- I know for a fact this girl is a praiser, she’s just so proud about them like a mother (especially when it comes to MANKAI)
- Takes almost no credit for them however, my girl has some insecurity issues being around such immensely talented people 😢
- She’s very talented in managerial aspects but she only found out after years of no talent in various arts
- She’s not one to tell people about her troubles (she knows she should) but people who know her well can tell when she needs a pick me up
- and one last happy one bc wow it got depressing and long: at least every few months, she schedules a weekend off and goes back to her hometown to spend time with her mother, after realizing that she should cherish more the family she has close by after moving into the MANKAI dorm and being reminded of family by the boys (both mother and daughter look forward to this event every time) (what do they do? Just relax and chat over Japanese snacks while her mother gives Izumi some tips on how to better run the dorm) (If you think Izumi is a praiser, her mother is worse, 1000% yaps about her wonderful daughter all the time to her friends behind Izumi’s back)
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Sorry it was so long… too many thoughts for MANKAI’s one and only Director…
I have so many more but no one would want to read that much in one sitting. IDK Part 2 when I fail another major assignment that will cost me my grade?
#a3!#a3 headcanons#izumi tachibana#Izumi headcanons#I’m sorry for not formatting at all#I’m so tired#I just go on and on#I’ve never made a headcanons post before can you tell#why do I always post when I feel like crap
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6) Who's your favorite lord/protagonist?
10) A character you find underrated?
11) A character that deserved better?
12) A game that deserved better?
15) What are your favorite musical tracks?
16) What's your favorite world/setting?
30) Since horse abuse is currently popular on Tumblr, beat up a dead horse with your take on an oversaturated topic🐴
6. Favorite lord/protagonist?
answered already, but briefly its lucina and then the sacred stones twins tied :)
10. A character you find underrated?
i think kjelle flies under the radar a lot because she comes off as just one of those character who just trains all the time and like. im not gonna say thats wrong exactly? she can be annoying to read sometimes, thats true. but i dont know, i personally really like how they took her character. obviously, im biased, awakening second gen is my favorite cast in fire emblem and shes included in that, but the obvious backstory of coming from a ruined timeline already does a lot to elevate her higher up for me if you just. consider her thinking from that perspective. but i also really like her “strong vs weak” mentality she has going on. i dont agree with it, but i like that she has it. obviously shes lost a lot, so wanting to put up a strong front and act like she doesnt need anyone weaker than her as a way to protect herself from losing more is a really fun way to take a character from a backstory like that, and its fun to see how that manifests in her supports with the others. she spends a lot of time looking down on them, which can admittedly be boring to read, but if you dig into her a bit more, is it really because she thinks theyre pathetic? or does she want to cling onto what strength she has and push them away so they dont have to? does she really think theyre weak? or is she jealous of their strength to indulge in frivolity while they have it while shes too scared to do so?
also shes pretty and im not immune to women who could beat the shit out of me
11) A character that deserved better?
NYX…. NYX FIRE EMBLEM… GIRLLL IM GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THAT STUPID DARK MAGE OUTFIT! nyx is honestly one of fates’s best characters, and honestly probably one of fire emblems best characters, but people wont give her a chance because 1) her outfit sucks which is honestly a valid reason considering her gimmick and 2) shes a fates character. a much less valid reason. but its like!! guys please i SWEAR shes not the same as the other characters with the stupid “im older than i look” trope please please please im on my KNEES right now please please please please please please please PLEASE. anyways if nyx has 1000 fans im one of them if nyx as 1 fan i am that fan if nyx has no fans im DEAD and BURIED, probably still hyping her up from the grave.
12) A game that deserved better?
answersd previously, but i said echoes :)
15) What are your favorite musical tracks?
recollection and regret is my favorite support track by far. that is musical perfection right there. huge fan of twilight of the gods for final boss maps. bright sandstorm, dark wastes, and dont speak her name are my favorite map themes. and comrades is my favorite recruitment theme :) my favorite track is probably pulled from one of these
16) What’s your favorite world/setting?
you know worldbuilding is not something i really praise fire emblem for. but i think i’d pick ylisse/whatever world awakening is set (is it still called archanea?? i dont know) just because it feels really homey i think. not biased btw
30) Since horse abuse is currently popular on tumblr, beat up a dead horse with your take on an oversatured topic.
every single side of the edelgard/dimitri/rhea discourse is fucking annoying and i think if you start going after people simply because they have an opinion on one of them that you dont you’re the reason why we’ll never get an attempt at true nuance in fire emblem again. games been out for what, 3? 4 years?? and people still cant manage to say “i like [X character] and think [Y character] was in the wrong, but i respect that you dont and that you have different interpretations of them than i do.” its not that hard you guys. “ohh but edelgard started a war” “dimitri slaughtered people” “rheas corrupt” its not real. its not fucking real. you gonna start going after every fan of julius and ishtar because of their role in fe4? what about all of the villainfuckers in this fandom? you ever seen grima thirst??? (i love yall. btw. good taste) like its just so… stop basing your opinions on real people off a stupid anime game!! its not that deep! its never ever been that deep!!! if someone keeps posting a dumb take you dont like, you know what you can do? block them!!! its so easy!!!! its so fucking easy so how is this even a problem anymore!! godddddd
#asks#hi zoruaa <3#everyone lucky i was too tired to write a whole essay on nyx right there#one of these days though… one of these days
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Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter
Part IV
hello my loves, here's another part of my Edmund Pevensie x fem reader fic! We're finally getting some spice in this part!
hope you enjoy! :)
the other parts can also be found under this tag and on my acc!
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The moonlight coming from the window at the end of the corridor illuminated his face just enough that Y/N saw what she believed to be tears glistening on his cheeks. Althea was sitting outside the King's chamber silently crying. Y/N tried to piece together the cause for such a scene. She figured the moans coming from the King's chamber had something to do with them. She could hear a few occasional grunts coming from a deep voice and many higher pitched moans. The King was enjoying some time with one of his mistresses apparently while Althea was outside crying.
Y/N had seen enough and quietly turned around and left the wing still in search of her own chamber.
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Althea had listened all night. He recognized Edmund's noises, clearly he wasn't very passionate about this. He sounded rather .. upset. It didn't happen often that Edmund called one of the eager ladies up to his room but each time he did Althea felt like he had been punched in the stomach.
He felt bad for a number of reasons.
First of all he felt that Edmund was doing this just to blow off some steam. From the sounds they were making it was clear that Edmund was being quite rough. Althea knew he only acted like this on days when he was angry. Who could blame him? He did just lose his entire family and the threat of his own death was still dangling over his head.
Secondly though, Althea felt pained no matter what kind of sex Edmund was having. On the rare occasion that Edmund was actually enjoying himself he sounded much different than this time. He sounded soft, breathy moans leaving his flushed lips and strong hands gripping the sheets. Althea knew he would make him feel like this every time, better even, if only he had the chance to. He knew he would love his king so good if only one would let him. He was right for Edmund, he was good for him, he would be good to him.
But instead Edmund was in there, separated from Althea, with an unknown woman, pounding her small body into his mattress until she would either scramble away from overstimulation or he would finally release himself.
Althea knew this wasn't what Edmund truly desired. While he made the women squirm and yell out his name he would always retreat to his bath chamber once they were finished and take himself in hand to reach the end.
On those nights Althea wouldn't touch himself. Despite the temptation of pleasure alongside his beloved, Althea's broken heart spoiled it for him. The pain of being reminded that Althea wasn't what Edmund wanted spoiled it. Instead he spent those nights wishing he had breasts, a smaller waist and an entrance in between his legs instead of a penis. Maybe then Edmund would finally see him for what he wanted to be, his lover. He was so caught up in his own misery that he missed the woman's resemblance to Y/N and perhaps so had Edmund himself.
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The next morning Y/N was awoken by a maid. She was a sweet young girl, full of energy and all smiles. Y/N figured she had been sent here by her parents who probably live in the countryside. The girl looked strong like she had helped out on a farm or doing labour in the woods. Most notably though she had the accent that the people from the countryside had. "Good Morning Ma'am" she opened the curtains to let in the sunlight. "I hope you had a good night here at our lovely castle"
Y/N nodded politely "I did, thank you".
"I'll bring in something for you to eat shortly and a new gown."
"Oh no don't trouble yourself I'm perfectly fine wearing the gown from yesterday. I'm not a noble, I don't require a change of clothes so frequently."
"But Ma'am the King ordered us to treat you like we would any fine guest, a fresh set of clothing is part of that."
Y/N nodded once again "I understand, I won't get in the way of your customs then." The girl disappeared in the hallway but left the door slightly ajar.
Y/N caught a glimpse of Althea passing by her door. He looked inside of it and accidentally locked eyes with Y/N for a moment. Not very long, a second at best, but long enough for her to notice how puffy his eyes were.
She was beginning to piece together the relationship between Althea and the Just King although she was unsure how involved the King was in it.
She gave up the thought when the nice servant came back with her gowns.
They were a bit more luxurious than yesterday's gown but still functional. Perhaps they were trying to make a good impression on her so that she would speak in favour of them.
"Ma'am" Y/N asked.
"Oh My lady no I'm no Ma'am I'm simply Ruth, please."
"Alright Ruth, do you happen to know anything about the King's advisor?"
"Sir Althea? Well not too much, J haven't been here very long. But from what I could gather he acts like the King's puppy. Always following him around and I know we're all drooling over the King but so is he if you ask me. Even before ... the incident. I believe he's competent, doing a good job you know. Sometimes I wonder if they were childhood friends or something-" Ruth froze when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. "That's the headmistress, I already said too much I'm sorry I was being improper."
"No need to worry, thank you so much" Y/N quickly whispered before the older servant came in to check on them.
Y/N was ordered into the library once again. This time only by Althea. She was lead past the grand room filled with books and brought to a second hall filled with bookshelves but notably also with many desks in the middle of the room.
"Please, if you could compose a letter to your people, proposing a collaboration in this investigation. I will come check on you later."
Y/N nodded, she noted that Althea had no right to phrase this request like an order but she would look past that seeing as they were in a difficult situation.
She sat down and quickly began writing. Composing such requests was something she had practised very often, before noon she was done with the letter.
She got up and tried to find a staff member to show the letter to Althea. She quietly stepped out of the hall and back into the main library. She noticed some books and scrolls of paper splayed out on a table not far from her.
The King was sitting at the table, alone this time without his advisor in sight. He must've felt that he was alone too because he looked quite dishevelled. His shirt was rolled up to his elbows and some buttons at the top were undone. He rested his forehead on the palms of his hands and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
Y/N had to admit she was a bit unsure what to do. She was well trained in diplomacy and international relationships. But she had little training on how to console a grieving man. She wasn't sure if she should act professionally or kindly.
It may have been unwise but in a moment of pity she decided to display kindness.
"Your Majesty, are you quite alright?" She asked softly, respectfully keeping her distance.
The King jolted up and stared at her for a moment.
"Oh of course, I'm sorry miss Y/N I hadn't noticed you come in."
"I was just in here composing a letter to arrange a meeting with my people for you." She explained as she slowly came closer.
"Alright yes thank you very much Y/N.." The King mumbled as he looked back down at the table.
"If I may ask, what are you researching, your Highness? Perhaps I could be of assistance." She offered kindly and stopped when she had reached the edge of the table.
"Actually I am trying to plan our meeting. I have to admit, my older Sister Susan was responsible for foreign affairs, I'm afraid I might not be aware of all there is to know. Except for the basics that is." He explained quietly, obviously ashamed.
"Oh do not worry Your Majesty, I know how to handle my people. I can lead the discussion if you wish."
"No no I uh I believe it is important for me to take the lead on this. I trust in your abilities Y/N but as I am sure you understand as sole ruler of Narnia I need to make my dominance clear." The King tried to sound very polite contrary to what he just said.
"I understand Your Highness but if I am allowed to make a suggestion perhaps dominance isn't exactly what you need but rather collaboration. Especially for the Yuvak people, we are not impressed by displays of power, we seek responsible, understanding and well-educated partners to work in a team." Y/N explained looking at him seriously. He nodded "I understand, thank you Y/N, your advice is greatly appreciated." He smiled up at her, probably his attempt to seem kind rather than strong.
His smile was nice, handsome even, but not very honest. If anything he seemed tired, tired of grieving, tired of ruling alone, tired of being so very unsure of what to do. Y/N felt sorry for him and worried. She knew that grief could very quickly develop into something more permanent, something that would take over the mind and slowly take over the entire body until there was nothing left of a person but their shell. People who were eaten up by grief usually, almost always ended up ending their own lives. It was absolutely crucial that King Edmund would avoid this fate. Not just for himself and his own well-being but also for the political climate. If the Just King were to die, Narnia would once again be left without a legitimate ruler. The consequences of this would be grave, their entire population would be in great danger.
Y/N gave him a kind smile "Of course your Majesty, I'll do whatever I can to support you" She bowed to him as a sign of respect.
The King gulped quietly as he looked at her bow down. He had not realised it until then but he was very grateful for Y/N. She was clearly a very skilled fighter and well-educated diplomat. They had not officially spoken about her occupation but he felt that she was clearly a diplomat, an ambassador maybe even. It was the only way to explain her fighting skills, her knowledge about foreign affairs and her good ties to her own government. She seemed so at ease and always in control. The King felt ashamed that a diplomat was handling everything better than he, a monarch, was.
Something else that he noticed which he did not quite admit to himself was that Y/N was also remarkably beautiful. She looked kind yet fierce. The way her eyes looked at him made him burn with a sensation new to him and it was as if her voice was hypnotising him. No matter what she said he was listening intently. Looking at her lips move when she spoke caused ideas to pop up in his head which he forced away the moment they appeared.
He told himself he was just tired, that he was pent up from all the stress and that a couple of nights with his mistresses would fix these impure thoughts.
After all he was a King, he could not go around starting affairs with commoners, no matter how intriguing they were, no matter how remarkable they were.
"If you'll allow, I shall take a look at what you have prepared so far for the meeting." Y/N looked down at the table, her voice filled with motivation.
Edmund gave a small smile and nodded "Please, feel free."
And so they looked over his material together, her filling in where she could with what she knew.
They were working well as a team, Althea noted as he stood in the doorway of the grand library. He had come to collect the letter and check up on Edmund. Slowly he began feeling that he shouldn't have trusted her that day at the crime scene. He remembered telling Edmund how she was probably on their side, now he wasn't so sure anymore. Sure she wasn't attacking Edmund actively but he felt as if she was getting too close to the King. Only a traitor would seek such closeness, she was probably the one who killed the other Pevensies.
Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions, but either way she was bad news to him.
Althea knew Edmund like the back of his hand, and had accompanied him through most of his reign. He was supposed to be the one helping Edmund the most, not this stranger.
He bit his lip, his heart full of envy and took loud quick steps towards them.
The two unintentionally took a few steps apart from eachother as if caught doing something they shouldn't.
"Miss Y/N, I take it you finished what I asked you to do ?"
"I did, here, please review it and tell me if it is to your liking." She looked at him with very kind eyes, maybe even pitiful...
"May I ask what else you are doing here then? Disturbing the King while he is preparing!" Althea felt himself getting angrier again, losing control of his emotions.
"Althea." Edmund said, sternly yet softly. Althea turned to look at him, hearing his voice always grounded him. Hearing Edmund call his name was like a remedy to his illness. No one pronounced his name quite as beautifully and lovingly as Edmund did.
The King gave him a soft, reassuring smile and Althea felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "She's helping us Althea, who better to prepare a meeting with the Yuvak people than a Yuvakian herself ?." Althea nodded, us, Edmund was right, us, perhaps Y/N could be of use to them, us. With that he turned around and exited the library again so as to not feel any more of these unpleasant feelings.
Y/N tried to ignore the obvious hostility from Altheah but she didn't have to. "Please excuse him, you must know .. Althea is truly my dearest friend, if I may get so personal. And I'm afraid he's looking out for me. As a friend but also as the King's advisor he wants to look out for my safety."
"I understand your Highness. Although I do not have any intentions of hurting you. It goes against the oath I swore in Yuvak, everyone who is working in the name of our country cannot initiate an attack."
"Well, Miss Y/N, that might be true but keep in mind that we did meet after you single handedly killed 15 grown men." The King chuckled a bit as he picked up where they left off their work.
Y/N appreciated his attempts to comfort her but she couldn't let go of the feeling that Althea was bothered by something else.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly, the two of them gathering evidence, preparing questions and possible plans for how they should proceed in this case.
Her letter had been impeccable, the perfect balance between demanding and polite, short yet conclusive and composed with a wonderfully rich vocabulary.
The sun was setting when a servant called on the King to tell him his dinner was ready.
"Oh already? I must admit I had not realised how long we've been working I ... Y/N how about you join me for dinner tonight? As a thank you for your support." The King offered and Y/N couldn't help but smile "You are too kind your Highness, I would love to join you tonight." She replied bowing to him in gratitude.
"Very well, I shall meet you at the table then."
With that both the King and Y/N were taken away by servants to get ready.
"Oh my, an official dinner with the King! How exciting!" Ruth giggled as she tightened the corset on Y/N. "Oh no my dear, it is just a way to say thank you. This can hardly be considered official."
"Well that's even better, no?" Ruth smirked "if it's unofficial, that means less restrictions." She winked at her but before Y/N could reply she pulled the laces so tightly it took her breath away.
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The King had to admit it felt good to have someone else sitting at the table with him again. He had been feeling so lonely each meal without his beloved siblings. Y/N was of course no replacement for them, but it was still nice.
That's what made him so emotional, he told himself, that's what was making his heart beat and his hands a bit clammy. Not at all the sight of Y/N gently biting down on the meat and her tongue darting out to lick off a drop of sauce from her lips. Not at all the thought of those lips on his body, his dick. Licking it, the way she licked the spoon.
The King had to admit his trousers were starting to feel a bit tight about halfway through dinner.
They weren't talking much, mainly because all conversations had to be initiated by the monarch and he was busy trying to contain his semi boner.
As it was customary, the guest got up first and after bowing to him, and showing off a magnificent pair of breasts, Y/N was led back to her chamber.
Edmund also quickly made his way back to his quarters. He had barely entered the room when he palmed his dick through his pants in a desperate attempt to feel relief.
He was quite unsure what to do now, he felt strange that Y/N had this effect on him. He blamed it on his grief, making his emotions all over the place. Never before had someone had such an effect on him, not without trying at least. This was obviously a sign that he was unstable.
Nonetheless he quickly prepared a bath and slipped into it.
He sighed as the warm water covered his pale skin and he felt his muscles relax. Now, finally, his hand slowly went down his chest and then his stomach until finally reaching his length. Edmund couldn't possibly hold back the moan which left his lips the second he felt that firm grip on his aching cock. He began pumping slowly, trying to make the pleasure last. He closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards onto the rim of the bathtub.
Sometimes when masturbating he asked himself if Althea could hear him, not this time though.
This time his thoughts were utterly occupied by a certain someone, her lips, her eyes, her voice, her intellect, her talent, her absolute smoke show of a body.
Before he knew it he was desperately pumping his cock barely holding back a moan of her name until he soon reached one of the most intense orgasms he ever had.
After calming down he concluded that this was pent up energy, he wasn't actually attracted to Y/N he just needed an outlet.
He looked at the reflection of the room in the big window facing the ocean. He would have almost caught Althea standing in the slightly cracked doorway, dick in hand, panting, if Edmund hadn't been too occupied with justifying his most recent sexual fantasy to himself.
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Sometimes, I wonder if ppl that have takes on magda (and other players, to be honest), watch football, or know how things usually work or what is best for the players/teams.
Magda came back from the World Cup, where she played all 7 games. She played every single minute for Sweden.
She has been with the team for about 2 weeks or something like that. Why would she start???
She is a CB. one miscommunication with another player, one wrong pass, a mistake, and there is a very high chance that can result in a goal. And we saw yesterday that even players who have been with the club for years have not been working together perfectly. (It's the first game. Of course, not everything will be 100% perfect).
Players like P or Stanway can make mistakes higher up the pitch bc there are a lot of players behind them. (Of course, their mistake can also lead to the goal, but with them, there is a chance that someone will "correct" their mistake.)
I would rather she is on the bench recovers nicely and builds up chemistry with the team off the pitch than on the pitch.
Idk why ppl are panicking and honestly acting like magda (and p) are not grown ass women who know what is best for them. (When talking about THEIR football careers).
yea and also the fact she's been with this same team previously for six years that's a long time in football in general but especially women's football
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The Red Queen Pt.2
“Is she going to be okay?”
“Are any of us really ever okay here? Maybe she can save herself by never waking up Stay trapped in whatever dream you are in, you are better off than waking up to this ugly reality you hear?”
I can hear distant voices slowly growing louder, My vision faded in and out trying to make sense of the figures looming over me. I slowly make out two pairs of eyes when I shoot straight up from my resting spot.
“Well shit, you have been warned”, muttered the same voice that snapped me into this reality.
The two maids sat on both ends of the bed I had been laid to rest in, they slowly got up and brought golden trays of food fit for a king.
“Eat up, You fainted due to the amount of blood loss from yesterday’s battle”, said the same maid in a tired and monotone voice accompanied by the colorless expression on her face.
Without a word the smell of food hit my nose as my survival instinct kicked in, next thing I knew I was stuffing my face not even realizing that the two women still hadn't left the room and stood there watching in almost disgust.
“Here you have to try this!” I shouted shamelessly in excitement as I held out a grilled limb of poultry in their direction.
One of the girls drooled being very tempted by my offer.
“Don’t you even dare, do you realize how much trouble you can get into if the higher ranks see you eating food that wasn’t assigned to you?” Said the other stern maid.
“Well it’s your loss, with all the shit they put us through I am taking my chances in whatever little pleasures I can get. Better than being obedient and miserable, besides, what else could they possibly do to me? At this point death is more favorable,” I proceeded to chow down my meal purposefully, leaving some aside for the maids to join me.
The more shy maid stood there silently watching for a moment when she unexpectedly joined me on my bed taking a handful of food and scarfing it down without another word.
“And I lost her,” scoffed the other.
“She has a point, I'd rather die of a worthy cause such as food than to live my life obediently dull and flavorless. Hmmm you should try this! It’s delicious!” I successfully won one of them over.
The other slowly climbed on the bed with us grabbing a piece of buttered bread, as if to believe that the least fulfilling piece of food would grant her a lesser punishment. She slowly brought it to her lips as the other maid and I eagerly waited for her reaction, and with one bite she too desperately began to devour her food joining us in this frenzy.
The maids began to slowly open up to me revealing their names and quirks and how they ended up here. One of them was named Pricilla and the other Prachi, Pricilla was the shy one of the two and her quirk garnered her, her ranking due to the fact that she's able to manipulate peoples emotions by making eye contact with them, she was deemed highly useful to the hounds, I wondered why they assigned her to me for the matter. Prachi on the other hand is the more stern one that hardly shows any emotion, despite her cold attitude she can use the sun to charge her energy like a plant during photosynthesis, but also transfers that energy onto another person to speed the process of healing within the body, like a reiki master. I can also see why she is also highly favored by the counsel. I was a little skeptical, after all these two were assigned to me for a reason, but regardless after the loss of my best friend I would take any company.
“I don’t understand how you could possibly act so unbothered despite the counsel discussing breeding you like one of their brood dams”, asked Prachi.
“At least now you won't have to fight anymore, the dam’s are treated like royalty here in order to keep them in perfect shape for reproduction, you’ll have plenty of meals like these, it doesn't seem like such a bad deal”, argued Pricilla.
The term “dam” is referred to a female dog that is used for breeding purposes, opposed to the men who are referred to as “sire”, if you were to be considered “breed-able” by the counsel, that made you an automatic rank eight and just like how Pricilla mentioned before you were pretty much considered a prize possession by the counsel. Soon enough they will be assigning me to a male abettor they see fit based on the compatibility of our quirks. ‘Lovely isn’t it’.
Before I could process a response there was a sudden knock at the door. Both maids jumped up at the sudden noise, it never being a good sign, as they quickly wiped their fingers leaving no trace of their prey. They stood quietly beside the bed with their hands folded behind them and their heads hanging low in shame, this was definitely a different mannerism from before. The two same men entered the room in their usual formation.
“Good to see you are feeling better, the counsel has unfinished business with you, you will be joining us in the labs to run further tests. You two, quickly get her dressed”, Barked one of the guards as they exited the room and waited outside on stand by.
‘What test could they possibly want to run on me?’, with that thought I had barely realized the cluster gem that was left of Kikio was no longer fused to my hand. “Where is she!?”I quickly jumped looking all over the bedroom.
“Uhm, who?”, the two maids looked over at each other in confusion.
“Kikio, she was here with me yesterday and now she's gone!” I was on the verge of tears since it was all I had of her.
“You mean that crystal? It was removed from your hand last night after you fainted, they needed it for examination of the properties of your quirk, that's probably why they need to run more tests on you to get a better idea of how your blood will react when breeding”, explained Pricilla.
I began to hyperventilate feeling as though I betrayed Kikio once more having lost the remnants of her.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, calm down, I was able to save a piece,” whispered Prachi as she handed me a folded handkerchief to reveal a small piece of a red shard beneath the folds.
“How did you get that?” questioned Pricilla.
“I heard one of the guards talking about how her blood crystals might actually hold some value, so I chipped a piece away when she was asleep, I was originally going to save it for myself… you know, for when I get out I had something to use as payment, but seeing how much it means to you I guess you can have it, I mean you can always make more right?” Prachi further explained.
“Thank you!” I threw my hands around Prachi engulfing her in a tight embrace.
Prachi, shocked at my response, lightly patted my back, not being used to such affection.
“Here I’ll keep it somewhere safe in the meantime, you can’t be seen with it otherwise it will be confiscated”, Prachi quickly folded the jewel back into the handkerchief out of sight and rushed me over to the dressing room before the two guards came wondering in as to why it’s taking us so long.
They swiftly changed me to my usual white robe with a matching white hood to obscure my face as I was escorted down the hall by the two guards. I was brought into a white laboratory room with a white chair in the center where I was placed, they strapped me as more white hooded figures flooded the room surrounding me, poking me with needles.
“Leave no drop wasted, you will all be examined before leaving the lab so don’t get any ideas”, announced one of the guards as they stood back and watched the hooded figures do their work.
Slowly I began to dose off as they injected me with some clear liquid, I was out in minutes not being able to recall any of this encounter which was preferred at this rate if I had no say in the matter. I woke up as quickly as I passed out, I could see figures alongside the guards with their backs turned against me reading out loud the analysis. They didn’t realize I had been awake.
“Seems as though whenever her blood comes into contact with foreign blood it has some sort of reaction where it begins to crystalize taking over the others, with that said do to the fact that it is contaminated by the other hosts blood the value of the crystals themselves are not as high from getting it directly from her blood stream”.
“So the idea of using her blood to inject it into others in order to create more crystals would be a no go”.
“Not exactly, we can still use her blood to create human crystals for currency; it just wouldn't be as valuable compared to the source itself”.
“Which is good because the more crystals we produce regardless the less value they will have, mind you the gem Argyle Everglow gets its value due to how rare the gem itself is, as long as the hounds possess the girl we will be sitting filthy rich!”
‘Were my ears deceiving me? Are the hounds really plotting to start a human farm to create more crystals like what happened to Kikio?!’, suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a loud beeping coming from the machine next to me I had been attached to with wires.
Several of the figures rushed over to me to inject me with more of that same liquid as I tried to fight back on the strapped chair, I met my defeat once more.
To be Continued…
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Listen okay I know, I know we have all talked Tolkien's work to death and I should know better than to beat a dead horse but I'm NOT DONE okay, I need you to understand how much I love Boromir and explain why you motherfuckers should too okay because listen.
Let me debunk some things for you first - Boromir was as kind, as pure of heart and as sound of mind, as devoted to the cause as anybody else in the fellowship if not moreso. He was watching as darkness rose from Osgiliath, he led his people to battle and gruesome deaths defending Minas Tirith from the dark lords forces that, until Elrond called the secret council, Legolas and Gimli's kin would have denied to their dying breaths - because they didn't fucking see it. Boromir knew war was stirring, he was afraid for his people and angry at the world for not believing the warnings he brought with him to the council. He watched men and women he had grown up with, trained with, and defended to his own end dying under the heels of Saurons soldiers, and he cared deeply for the survival of the good and kind world he knew and believed in.
Now I know you're thinking, but Marko, he tried to steal the ring from Frodo! Yeah, shush, I know, but listen - he was a man, a human man with a pure bloodline and the highest vulnerability possible to the ring's powers - Sauron made it this way for a reason. Humans were far more common than elves or dwarves, let alone hobbits who even in the books it is unclear if Sauron actually knew hobbits existed. The ring had a power that sank it's teeth into people's greatest weaknesses - so why didn't the others try to take it? Well, with the elves it's easy - they have centuries of practise with restraint, poise, and grace, they know to say no even when everything in them begs for something sometimes because they have practised it for lifetimes. Elves are also said to have a generally higher tolerance to most magics, and so the ring would be no different.
Dwarves, as we know, love a shiny thing - but Gimli was old and wiser than he was ever given credit for, not to mention he grew up hearing from Glowin the story of Thorin and how his greed consumed him, and for however much he loved a pretty thing he knew that the ring was evil, and if there was one thing dwarves - and particularly Gimli- hated to do, it's what they're told. So when Gimli felt the effects of the ring (on admittedly rare occasion) he mostly only felt further hatred for the ring.
Hobbits, as we know, don't seem to be affected by the ring - though I would posit that since the ring is known to target the things most dear to someone, for hobbits this is often food, and this may be why Frodo so rarely ate on his journey and often went hungry which only added to his misery. In any case, we know why the ring didn't cause Frodo or any of his kin to act out the way Boromir did.
And Aragorn - our boy - our good man - there are two reasons I don't think he acted out in the presence of the ring. One, his elvish blood - he is not a pure blooded human like Boromir was, and he spent all of his childhood under the care of Elrond which offers up a further possibility that the magic that protects elves is something you can gain over time spent in their homes. Kind of a long shot, but anyway, two is much more important which is that Aragorn knew full fucking well what his ancestors did. He knew the crimes of his bloodline and he carried it with immense shame and was deeply devoted to not repeating such mistakes. He knew that one day defeating such an evil might fall to him, and he spent his whole life preparing himself not to fail in that task even if he had to die to do so. Basically guys, Aragorn did therapy with Elrond & on his own to make sure he didn't fuck this up colossally.
But, you say, but Marko, Faramir had the same chance! Faramir had the exact same blood as Boromir and he chose to let Frodo go!
Yes. Faramir was weak to the ring the same way that Boromir was, but think about how those boys were raised. Boromir was a protector, a soldier, a fighter, and he loved with his whole damn heart. He adored his baby brother, worshipped his father with faith that somewhere under his cruelty he was a good man and a loving father, and gods did Boromir ever love his people. Nothing brought him pride more than protecting his city. All he wished to do was protect what he loved. He fought for the whole damn world.
What was Faramir fighting for you guys? I love him too, he is sweet and kind and gentle and not cut out for war, and I love his character so much, but he didn't fight for the world. He was not a protector or a soldier, he fought for his father, to prove his loyalty and devotion, to prove himself to his dad. And I get it, man, I know, I want my dad to love me too, but think about the weight of a father's approval versus the weight of the whole world.
Boromir fell to the ring's power so easily because for him it mattered so much more. The ring bit down on his heart and tasted his devotion to the world, and it used that, it told him with this ring he could save his city, his family, his home, all of it. He could right all the wrongs and save everyone if he had just this one tool. The ring did this to Faramir too, but all it could offer Faramir was his father and he knew that would be hollow, he knew without Boromir alive his father would never love him the same and so the ring could tempt Faramir until he was sick in the head and he still would never have taken it because he knew his father would never be the same without his eldest son back, and nothing Faramir could do, not even bring the ring to him, nothing would change this for him. Because Faramir loved the world too, but not the way that Boromir did. Faramir knew he was only a boy in a man's skin, playing soldier and fighting his brother's war until he could come back and finish it himself. Faramir knew he could not protect the world from anything. Boromir didn't know this, his father bred him to take his place and was trained from childhood to be a leader and a guide. As far as Boromir understood it, if the world was to survive this war it would be his job to lead his people to victory. Not only did Boromir believe he could do it, but he truly believed he would have to one day, or the world would fall to ruin - as far as he knew there was no king to save them, he was all there was left. He believed it to his bones. And this weighed so heavily on him, of course, fucking, OF COURSE he would be tempted by something that promised him victory. Promised to remove that weight.
So in summary,
"Boromir is good because he redeemed himself"? Broke.
"Boromir was always good and his weakness to the ring was a testament to the ring's evil, not to Boromir's character"? Woke.
Now, final challenge you guys? You really wanna do a thought experiment? Replace the ring with drugs.
Same fucking shit.
Replace it with money.
Same. Fucking. Shit.
Anyway Tolkien is a genius and Boromir was the best, the sweetest, the kindest, and the most devoted out of anyone in the fellowship and I will fucking die on that hill.
Ok bye.
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Hey, this is the anon from yesterday. So I took your advice and there were two other girls who were really anxious about the bathroom situation who were ALSO fed up with everyone else worrying about not being "sensitive" and "inclusive" of this MAN'S hypothetical gender issues... we all had classes or work or stuff to do at different times yesterday but one of the girls who actually saw him in the bathroom saw him AGAIN in the hallway and figured out his room number, and then the other girl (the bravest of us all lol) called one of the higher level building staff to complain about the situation. turns out he did NOT have gender issues of any kind: he was a guest of some girl who was just giving him her key card to use the bathroom....instead of just coordinating with the staff to enable access to the men's room on the card (which I've done before! It takes less than 5 min and can be done at any time).... and he wasn't even using it because the bathroom door was broken and didn't even work (you didn't have to swipe anymore, you could just go in)
by last night the door was fixed (after waiting over 24h and asking twice, but still). I don't know yet what happened with that guy and his girlfriend who lives here, but from what I understood they were going to be dealt with accordingly.
So while we were being policed and humiliated for being paranoid about someone who is undisputably a man using our bathroom and for not being "sensitive 🥺" to the 0.0000000001% chance that he was transgender, he was out there not giving a damn, using the bathroom like he owned the place. he also acted in a very entitled manner in the bathroom itself; when someone gave him a look, he gave her an attitude, saying "I know" and just walking out. Like...wtf.
Anyway, now me and the two girls have mentally checked out from the rest of the group (those sensitivity criticisms occurred via group chat) and made our own group lol. No point in wasting our time with them in the future
Like you, I'm an Arab woman from the Middle East living in the West (though not the same circumstances, and my current visa is temporary - wishing you the best with your circumstances). Sometimes it feels like you can't really win as a woman anywhere. Back home, I feel suffocated. If I get honor-killed by a family member, he only has to pay about $50 as a consequence; I can't live alone, no abuse shelters in my country, no nothing. Constant pressure to be with and serve men. Marriage pressure. Etc. etc. I'm sure you know what it's like. Here, though, I also feel suffocated. In some respects (especially outside) I think the threat of physical danger can be much worse. But then there is also the exhausting pressure of having to constantly keep yourself in check and make way for men even in spaces and movements (feminism) that are supposed to be for WOMEN. It's ridiculous. Of course added to that are racism and even Islamophobia (though I am not "visibly Muslim" as they say) for being from an Arab/Muslim background.
Thanks so much for listening yesterday, I really felt like I had nowhere to turn to! I think bc of our similar backgrounds I really trust you.
Also if it's ok I'd appreciate if you disabled rbs again, if you post this
I am glad to hear from you again, and also glad this situation was dealt with and you found allies through it. it is frustrating that a woman gave him access to your space and did not even consider or care how you all feel about it, and also really sad that women were trying to silence and gaslight you, you’re right as a woman no matter where you are you always come second, the possibility that a man might be transgender was prioritized over the safety of women and women themselves agree with this message cause we are taught that we are not important.
yeah I get what you mean, I am much safer and happier here, I have more rights for both being a woman and a lesbian, but still I suffer from isolation because lesbians are not allowed their own single-sex spaces anymore, feminist groups don’t really talk about real issues that women go through, it’s fabricated statistics about how TIMs are the Most Oppressed Group ever and so many women are ignored because of this nonsense, I have yet to see a big feminist organization dedicate their funds and time to immigrant women when we need so much help and not just performative activism. if anything their superficial need to alter language to make it more ~inclusive can confuse women who don’t speak English as their first language and they might not access services and resources they qualify for due to that.
I hope your situation whatever it is improves and you stay safe, I hope you make wonderful connection with your new allies and no more males invade your bathrooms and shower. reach out anytime anon!
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Roaccutane Acne Treatment
If you have severe acne that does not respond to other treatments, Roaccutane may be an option for you. It is a special treatment that contains Isotretinoin and is only available from a dermatologist. It is normally prescribed for teenagers and adults who are at high risk of developing severe acne. It is very effective in reducing the number of acne bumps and scars, but it takes time for it to work and should only be taken under the guidance of a dermatologist.
Isotretinoin is a vitamin A derivative and acts on several different mechanisms to reduce the build-up of oil in the skin and to reduce bacteria growth. It also has anti-inflammatory properties which reduce redness and swelling in the skin. It is very efficient in treating severe acne and it can usually be used as a replacement for other treatments such as antibiotics, creams and gels. It does take a few months to start working and it must be used consistently for it to have the best chance of success.
Acne can be a very debilitating condition and it is important that you take any medication that your doctor prescribes seriously. If you are taking any other medicines, including any that you get without a prescription from your pharmacist, doctor or health food shop, it is important to tell them before you start Roaccutane Acne. This is because some of these medicines can affect how well Roaccutane works or may cause unwanted side effects.
During the treatment period it is very important that you protect your skin from sun damage. It is recommended that you use a broad spectrum SPF 30 or higher and that you reapply it frequently, at least every ninety minutes. Using a combination of chemical and mineral sunscreens is ideal. It is also advisable to wear long-sleeved clothing to further protect your skin.
It is important to note that during a course of Roaccutane, the skin will be very delicate and can be more sensitive to sunlight. This is why it is essential that you do not sunbathe or use a tanning bed, even after the course has been completed. It is also advisable to avoid any other skin enhancing treatments such as lasers, microneedling or dermal filler injections while you are taking this medication.
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Jean-Francois Geschwind Things You Should Know When Dealing With Cancer
Jean-Francois Geschwind Qualified tips provider. Cancer is one of the most widespread illnesses. It affects the populations of most countries in the world. It is also one of the least understood and most feared of illnesses. The facts and tips in this article can also provide great insight into the disease, minimizing much of the fear surrounding it.
One of the best ways to avoid getting cancer is to avoid doing things which may cause cancer. Two of the biggest offenders when it comes to causing cancer are smoking and tanning beds. Staying away from these two things gives you a much better chance at being cancer free.
Seeking support from a support group is important when you are battling cancer and getting help. You will be able to learn valuable information from people who have already been in your shoes. They will be able to tell you what they went through and what things really worked for them.
Aside from talking to your close friends, family members, and your doctor, you should also try to talk to other cancer patients. Those who have had first hand experience with cancer will know better than anyone else what you are going through and they can offer support and share experiences to help you through.
Immediately after your cancer diagnosis, begin investigating insurance options. Look into whether or not your state gives assistance to people suffering from cancer. You may also want to research The Family and Medical Leave Act and the Americans With Disabilities Act; it is important to make sure you are covered during this time.
You should always receive regular check-ups with your doctor, at a clinic, or with any medical professional. Cancer is something that has been known to spread rapidly, but any doctor should be able to catch a tumor as it begins to grow. This is when cancer is at its slowest and is thus the most possible to get rid of.
Jean-Francois Geschwind Skilled tips provider. It feels like you're going through the sickness too if someone you love has cancer, but you have to stay healthy in order to be supportive. Those late nights at the hospital and skipped meals can take their toll on your health. You're no good to anyone if you're frail, tired and weak. Keep your health up.
You will not always feel like cooking as your strength begins to fade, so make sure you're keeping healthy prepared meals in your fridge and freezer. While you have the strength to do it, prepare healthy food in advance. This way, you only have to microwave something for a few minutes when you need to eat.
You're going to be running back and forth to the bathroom a lot as you fight with your cancer, so move into any bedroom that's closest to a bathroom. Being in close proximity to a bathroom will help to prevent accidents, and you also have quick and direct access to the shower when you need to freshen up.
Regular screenings are important for men and women. As women are prone to breast cancer, men are prone to prostate cancer. As with breast cancer, early detection will give the man his best chance at successfully putting it in remission. It is wise therefore to be screened often.
To cut the risk of getting cancer it is recommended that you stay as active as possible. At least 30 minutes of exercise a day is encouraged as it has been found that being overweight can be linked to getting cancer. So find an exercise you enjoy and give it some of your time each and every day.
It is important for cancer patients to drink plenty of water, especially if they are receiving chemotherapy. A cancer patient's immune system is low and it is important to stay hydrated. Becoming dehydrated can cause other complications that could land you in the hospital. Try to stay away from soda and sugary drinks.
Once diagnosed with cancer, except the fact that your life is going to change forever. Adopt the attitude that you are now a fighter. If you go into the treatment with a positive thought process, you are surly going to be able to fight it with higher spirits and see better results that if you were ready to give up.
If you have beaten cancer, it is still important that you regularly see your doctor for checkups. Even it may be gone now, certain cancers can come back or they can begin in other parts of the body. If you notice any new symptoms, be sure to see your doctor right away.
Talk with other survivors. A cancer diagnosis can be overwhelming and it can feel like no one understands what it is like. Talk with family members or friends who has gone through it themselves or join a support group. From them, you can get insight into what treatment will be like and how to handle your diagnosis.
Prevent cancer by avoiding cancer causing substances. There are often news stories about newly discovered harmful substances. For example, radiation and some chemicals are known to cause cancer. For women, menopausal hormone treatments can cause cancer. If the hormone treatments are necessary for women, it is best to try and limit intake to less five years.
A great way to cope with a cancer diagnosis is to keep an open dialogue with everyone in your life. Make sure you have a doctor you re comfortable with, so you can ask clarifying questions without feeling intimidated. Bring family members along so they will understand what is going on, and you can later talk openly about the appointment.
If you get diarrhea after receiving a treatment, avoid drinking coffee. It might help you be more alert, but it's probably contributing to your diarrhea. By avoiding caffeine altogether, you can lessen your severe symptoms.
Jean-Francois Geschwind Top service provider. You want to know all you can about cancer so you not only know how to identify risks, threats, and signs, but also how to manage the disease properly. Avail of the advice in this article, but be sure to work with a capable and empathetic doctor too.
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Easy Scholarships to Get for College: A Guide
All college scholarships are not created equal. Some scholarship prizes are competitive while others are less so.
Setting yourself up for success on your scholarship journey starts with your research process. The scholarships you find will have an impact on the scholarships you can win. For example, if you’re a current college student and your grade point average (GPA) is good, but not great, you’ll likely have less of a chance at winning an academic or merit-based scholarship. On the other hand, if there is a super specific scholarship, say for bird watchers, and this happens to be your favorite hobby, it’s probably safe to assume that you’ll have a much better chance at being the scholarship winner.
The key thing to look for in your search for easy scholarships is eligibility criteria that matches your profile well, and simultaneously disqualifies many other potential applicants. Like the bird-watching scholarship example above suggests, the more a scholarship prize speaks to your specific hobbies or talents, the less competitive it will be. Here are some more tips to help you on your mission to find the easiest scholarships to win.
Easy Scholarships – What to Look For
There are many easy scholarships out there, but not all of them are worth your time. Here are some things to look for in an easy scholarship: A good easy scholarship will have a clear and concise application process.
The scholarship should also have a reasonable award amount. $500 or more is a good benchmark to aim for. Anything less than that is not worth your time, as you can likely find other scholarships that offer a higher award amount.
Finally, make sure the scholarship is actually easy to win. If there are only a handful of applicants, your chances of winning are much higher than if there are thousands of applicants. Let’s cover how to do this and get you closer to winning free money for college.
Apply for Scholarships with Highly Specific Eligibility Criteria
Finding easy scholarships to apply for starts by examining who you are. Scholarships are given out for many different reasons so it’s ideal to know what strengths exist in your profile as a person and as a college student. Since college students are diverse, ask yourself what makes you unique and start your search for financial aid there.
There are countless examples of how to do this, but here are a few. Are you a good athlete? Then start your search by looking for athletic scholarships. Are you Hispanic? Try looking for scholarships for Hispanic students. Are you a female studying engineering? Then investigate scholarships for women in STEM or scholarships by major. The point here is to look at the many characteristics that make you who you are and try to find ways to help those items fund your education.
Easy Money Scholarships or No-Essay College Scholarships
College scholarships that promote easy money to pay for college tuition, private student loans, or student loan payments should be approached with realistic expectations. Many students are looking for ways of paying for school through quick and easy scholarships, so these prizes tend to be more competitive and/or like lotteries than actual competitions involving essay writing and grades. For example, they may ask you to post something on social media with each post acting as one entry into a scholarship draw.
The issue with these kinds of no-essay scholarship programs is that you may have to spend a lot of time tweeting, texting, and posting in order to stand a chance at winning. Like a lottery, there will likely be an enormous number of individual entries so increasing your chances will take energy and effort. Even though avoiding an essay scholarship or writing scholarship sounds attractive, you’ll still need to invest time to have a chance to win.
Where to Start to Increase Chances of Winning Easy Scholarships
Whether you’re a high school senior, college student, or graduate student, here are some steps you can take to find scholarship contests that you can win.
1. Create a list of all the things that make you who you are. Nothing is too trivial. What are your hobbies, what are your aspirations, where do you live, where do you come from, what are you studying, etc.
2. Use the answers from the previous step to research if communities, organizations, or scholarship providers are investing in students like you. You can use the BridgesEDU Scholarship Finder – which is a free scholarship database – to help you.
3. Create a scholarship list that includes the names of prizes, due dates, and eligibility criteria.
4. Start applying for scholarships with the closest due dates. Make sure to complete all elements of the application process.
5. Repeat the previous steps every few months as new prizes become available throughout the academic year – This will help you apply for as many scholarships as possible.
Keep in mind that finding highly unique or weird scholarships can be tedious and frustrating because they are often not well advertised. But the more you look, the more you’ll develop your research skills (you’ll learn how to navigate monthly scholarships coming due, scholarship directories, scholarship providers, and other resources to connect you with quick and easy scholarships).
What to Avoid When Looking for Easy Scholarships
There are two major things to avoid when looking for easy scholarships:
1. Competitive scholarships with broad eligibility criteria. For example, a scholarship stating that it is open to all American students attending any college or university in 2022 or 2023 will likely receive many applications given its open eligibility criteria.
2. Scholarships requiring complex applications processes and/or those with an extensive amount of written work.
In short, the easiest scholarships to get are the ones whose unique eligibility criteria mesh well with your personal or academic profile.
Summary: How to Find Easy College Scholarships to Apply For
Look for scholarship opportunities with highly unique eligibility criteria. Ensure you meet the requirements and create a list of many scholarships to apply for.
Avoid scholarship applications with broad eligibility criteria because these will often have a lot of applicants.
Quick and easy prizes (like no-essay scholarships) will require time and effort if you want to have a realistic shot at winning the scholarship money. Essay scholarships or prizes that require some writing might sound like a lot of work, but you will increase your chances of winning if there are fewer applicants.
Finding easy scholarship competitions to win will get easier with more practice, so both high school and college students should apply early and often. This will increase your chances to win scholarship money and help pay for college costs, private student loans, books, and the many other expenses associated with paying for school.
The post Easy Scholarships to Get for College: A Guide first appeared on BridgesEDU Scholarships.
Originally published here: https://bridgeseduscholarships.com/easy-scholarships-to-get-for-college-a-guide/
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Women's Super League: How did each club do this season?
One of the most exciting campaigns in Women's Super League history saw Chelsea claim the title on the final day, both Manchester clubs battle it out for Champions League qualification and relegation for one of the league's founding members.
But final league positions don't tell the full story, so how did each club fare across the season?
Chelsea - 1st (champions)
Another huge success for Chelsea as they wrapped up their third successive WSL title and a fifth in six seasons. They battled with Covid, injuries and a heavy fixtures schedule to clinch it on the final day in dramatic fashion - coming from behind twice to beat Manchester United. There has been no sign of their dominance slowing down either.
Arsenal - 2nd
Having led the title race for so long after an impressive start to the season, Arsenal will be hugely disappointed to miss out by just a point on the final day. But in the context of it being Jonas Eidevall's first season in charge, there was plenty to suggest Arsenal can challenge for silverware going forward despite ending a third successive year trophyless. Arsenal must act in the summer though and if Vivianne Miedema leaves, there will be a huge gap to fill.
Manchester City - 3rd
It was a poor start for City when they failed to qualify for the Champions League group stages and extensive injuries played a part in a four-game winless streak in the WSL, where they dropped to ninth in the table.
But since the turn of the year they have been in terrific form - going on a 13-match winning run in all competitions, which has seen them win the League Cup and book their place in the FA Cup final. Securing third spot also ensures they will have European football in 2022-23, which must be seen as a success given their worrying start.
Manchester United - 4th
Manchester United and Manchester City competing against each other
Both Manchester clubs were still in with a chance of qualifying for next season's Champions League on the final day
Missing out on Champions League qualification to their rivals was a blow, but Manchester United have consolidated their position as the fourth-best team in the WSL for a second successive season in just their third year in the top flight.
Their overall points tally was five fewer than last season's and they only picked up two points from a possible 18 against the top three sides in the league. A lack of experience, ruthlessness and too many draws proved costly but United showed lots of potential.
Manager Marc Skinner, completing his first season in charge, has vowed to strengthen in the transfer window and that is absolutely crucial if they are to close the gap on the top three.
Tottenham - 5th
It's been a terrific season for Spurs, who finish fifth, their highest position in the WSL after three campaigns in the top tier. They were still challenging for a European qualification spot in the new year but a seven-game winless run in the second half of the season - which coincided with some key injury losses - saw them drop down the table.
West Ham - 6th
Olli Harder's first full season in charge was fairly solid as the Hammers finished mid-table, but they will embark on the next year without the New Zealand coach after announcing Paul Konchesky as the new boss. Inconsistency cost them a higher-placed finish but the Hammers were still able to take points off Manchester United, Tottenham and Manchester City and finish with their highest-ever points tally in the WSL. They need to add depth to the squad to compete next season.
Brighton - 7th
Brighton invested heavily off the pitch in the summer and would have liked to see this reflected in a top-half finish. After a strong start to the season, their performances worsened and Hope Powell called for more consistency. That is still lacking - defeats by Birmingham, Leicester, Reading and Aston Villa have shown that. With teams around them also starting to show more ambition, Brighton need to make further strides next season.
Reading - 8th
Once again, Kelly Chambers' side have been able to compete for a mid-table spot despite several players leaving in the summer and limited funds in the transfer window. It took them five games to pick up their first win but an undefeated spell between October and February - which included a shock victory over Chelsea - saw them race up the table. They have shown signs of progression and will hope to keep the core of the squad together to push further next season.
Aston Villa - 9th
Anita Asante
Anita Asante retired this season and was given a guard of honour in her final two appearances against former club Arsenal and rivals Birmingham City
Aston Villa have shown glimpses of improvement this season under Carla Ward but their home form has been extremely poor. Just one win in 11 matches at home - and a final day defeat by relegated rivals Birmingham City at Villa Park - stopped them challenging the mid-table teams. However, having only secured WSL safety on the final day of last season, and their overall points tally being six higher this year, they are making steady progress.
Everton - 10th
It's been a hugely disappointing season for Everton, who had hoped to challenge the top three after investment in the summer. Poor results and two managerial sackings meant they finished in 10th. They must improve under new boss Brian Sorensen, who will take charge of Everton in the summer, but the Toffees have gone backwards this season after spending money and have work to do to catch up.
Leicester City - 11th
Leicester survived their first season in the WSL so achieved what they set out to do. They struggled initially which led to the departure of manager Jonathan Morgan but since Lydia Bedford's arrival they have shown progress, including crucial wins over rivals Birmingham City. They will face much tougher competition to stay up next season, though, with Liverpool returning to the WSL. It will be a crucial transfer window in the summer.
Birmingham City - 12th (relegated)
Birmingham City were favourites to go down and despite putting up a late fight, as well as securing an unlikely victory over Arsenal in January, they could not avoid the drop. A lack of investment from the club over several seasons and three managerial changes in 12 months has ultimately proven costly. They need to re-group quickly as the Championship is a tough league to escape with only one promotion spot up for grabs.
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