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princessdimondheart · 1 year

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Tells | Ghost x Secret Wife! Reader

Pairing: Ghost x f! Reader

Warnings: blood, wounds, pregnancy, 🥺

Edited: No

A/N: I really wanted to do my own take on this idea. Hope you like it.

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Johnny wasn’t sure how he hadn’t realized it before, after being introduced to his Lieutenant’s wife. There were small, subtle tells that gave away Ghost having a significant other, but he never put the pieces together. Honestly, Johnny was a little upset because he’s in the SAS- he should be able to see things like this.

The first time he noticed something was strange with Simon was when they were gathering their gear right before going to another mission. They were placing the last of their equipment into their bags. Simon had not put his black skeleton gloves on yet so his wrists were exposed. Johnny didn’t notice anything different until Simon rolled up his sleeves like usual. And there it was.

A hair tie.

He didn’t think much about it. Maybe he found it laying around the base. No. That would be weird and there weren’t that many women frequenting the same places as Simon anyways.

Could he be using it to snap at his wrist when or if he got anxious? Nah.. Ghost stays focused on missions. Johnny doubted Ghost would let anxiety pull a fast one on him in the field.

Oh! Simon is definitely growing his hair out. Johnny wondered if his balaclava was comfortable with long hair. So he pointed it out.

“Growing your hair out L.t.?” His lips curled into a little smirk.

Simon looked up from the full magazine in his hands. Only his eyes gave away his confusion. “No? Why?”

“Your hair tie.” Johnny nodded to his right wrist. “Never took ya for a purple-wearin’ kind of guy, sir.”

Ghost blinked at his Sergeant and then glanced to his aforementioned wrist. Sure enough a bold purple hair tie was bound to his lower arm. Simon was sure he had removed it before leaving home earlier that day.

“Oh… must have forgot.” Simon spoke absentmindedly. He was remembering his wife. He had gotten home before her and when she came he helped her remove her ponytail, completely forgetting about the hair tie once their kisses got the better of them.

Simon didn’t say anything else, so Johnny shrugged it off and continued filling his bag with ammunition. Not even two minutes after he forgot what they were talking about when Captain Price called them over.

~~~~~

The next time something was different with Ghost, Johnny wasn’t even the one who noticed it first. It was Gaz who pointed it out.

After a long and hard mission, Task Force 141 had finally arrived at base. The team desperately needed showers, so right after hoping off the helicopter everyone went straight to their barracks.

After their most loved showers everyone went to the mess hall for some real food and not the field MREs they had been eating for the past few weeks. There Kyle had already gotten his portion of food and was digging in. Soap and Price were sitting across from him too, but no Ghost in sight. Simon came in almost halfway through their dinner and sat next to the young Sergeant. The food on his tray was not being eaten.

That’s when Kyle smelled it. A fruity smell was wafting from the freshly showered SAS powerhouse next to him. Ghost smelled of fresh cut pomegranates and some other fruit notes. It took him by surprise. Kyle would have normally pictured Ghost as a strict standard-issue soap kinda user, not a fruity one.

“Did they change the regular soaps, sir?” Gaz took the risk.

Johnny had finished chewing and looked up at his L.t. and Kyle with a questioning look. Then he leaned forward on the table to take a sniff.

“Is that pomegranate, L.t.?” Johnny chuckled. He’d take any chance to tease his superior.

Ghost gave them a subtle glare. He had hoped no one would have noticed his mistake. He’d been in a hurry to leave home and well…

“I grabbed the wrong bottle.” He deadpanned then turned to Price, who was shaking his head in disapproval at the two, to ask about any new leads. Clearly, the conversation was over.

~~~~~

The third time was when their mission went FUBAR. Ghost and Soap had gotten separated from Captain Price and Gaz when their enemies tried to ambush them. In the chaos Soap was shot in the leg, but with Ghost’s help, he was able to escape and hold out until it was safe enough for them to head to the rendezvous point for extraction.

Now that they were relatively safe, Ghost was searching his packs for supplies to help Johnny with. Johnny wasn’t particularly paying too much attention to what he was doing since he was bleeding out and moaning in pain, but he definitely noticed when Ghost used a tampon to plug the gunshot wound in his thigh.

“Fuckin’ hells, Ghost! Where’da fuck yous get a bloody tampon from!?”

“It’s an essential tool for survival.” He honestly had no idea how that slipped into his med pouch. Johnny guessed it was so if Ghost had said it.

~~~~~

Next time they were somewhere in Africa, most definitely melting with the heat. A great bonding experience for the two of them. Their only relief was a slow moving breeze. Soap and Ghost were staking out one of a known terrorist cell’s many compounds. All was quiet for now.

“Johnny?” Ghost didn’t move from his position, eyes dead on his scope.

Johnny looked over. “Yeah, L.t.?”

“Once we’re done here, I’m taking you somewhere important. Keep your schedule clear.” Simon’s deep voice sounded out softly.

“Oh… alright.” He didn’t know what to say. “Okay. Definitely, Simon.”

He looked back towards the compound. Simon had glanced at that moment to see his little smile. His eyes crinkled.

~~~~~

True to his word, after their stakeout mission was completed, Simon hauled Johnny into his car and began to drive them to who knows where. All Johnny knew was that the drive took several hours from their base in London to wherever they were in the countryside.

They were nearly at their destination when Simon pulled them into a long driveway and pressed a button controller on his shade that opened the metal gates. Going through, the road was surrounded by open pastures on both sides. When Johnny looked around more closely he noticed a few horses, and, was that a cow? They were grazing on the lush grass. Was his L.t. taking him to a farm?

“Where are we, sir?” He had to ask.

“You’ll see, Johnny.” Simon had slowed down so as to not spook any of the animals grazing.

Two minutes later and the car pulled up to a nice two-story cottage home. It was made from stone and appeared to be like a fairy tale type of house. Johnny quite liked the look of it. He noticed that the lights were on.

Simon opened the locked door, then took off his skull balaclava. It was clear that he was comfortable enough to forego it. “I called ahead, so dinner should be ready soon.”

Dinner? Who’s made them dinner? Johnny didn’t question him and just nodded. Simon stepped inside, none of the wooden boards squeaked when he walked in them unlike when Johnny stepped on them. His steps alerted the person in the kitchen. A delicious smell was coming out in soft waves. The person poked their head out to see who was there. They weren’t worried because they knew that only Simon had the extra key.

“I’m home.” Johnny noticed a softness in his voice that he hadn’t heard before. Simon’s large frame was blocking his view of the person. A dog suddenly burst from the kitchen barking at Simon before realizing who he was. It sat down when he started to pet him, his butt wiggling with the fast beat of his tail. Cute. Then the dog, a German shepherd, turned to him and started sniffing him with caution. Johnny let him sniff his hand and after a bit he licked his hand and wagged his tail. Approved.

“Welcome home, Simon!” The person’s voice was distinctly feminine. Johnny had moved closer to Simon and the kitchen, so when the woman fully came into view he saw her right away.

She went in for a hug and that’s when Johnny noticed a small, yet significant distance between the two. She was pregnant and her baby belly was making it a little harder to hug her. But that didn’t stop Simon from embracing her as tightly as he could. When her hand came up to rest against Simon’s shoulder, Johnny noticed again the large diamond on her ring finger.

“L.t.?” The two lovers separated to look at him.

“Johnny, come meet my wife.” Simon gave him a knowing nod which Johnny instantly returned.

He almost couldn’t believe it. His L.t. had brought him home to see his little family. Johnny almost choked up upon realizing the significance of Simon trusting him with this information. Right then and there, Johnny gave Simon a mental promise to help keep his family safe, no matter what.

Bonus:

“Oh! The baby is kicking! Want to feel ‘em, Johnny?” Simon’s wife asked.

“Oh, sure! If that’s alright with you?” She took his larger hand in answer and placed it near the top of her baby bump. A few kicks hit his hand. They were rather strong kicks too. Definitely a football star, or another SAS kid, in the making.

“Woah!” Johnny exclaimed. Then, turning to his L.t. who was watching them interact, his mouth turned into a wide grin. “Does that make me their uncle, Simon?”

“Don’t push it, MacTavish.” His wife giggled.

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sweetiecutie · 7 months

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König, who is so pathetically, so sickly and desperately in love with you. He just can’t help his mind from wandering - daydreaming about how that would feel to finally be with you. Where he’d take you out for your dates, all the princess treatment he’d give you, all the love and adoration he’d pour onto you.

König, who spends hours picking out porn to watch, his dick simply does not harden if actress’ body type or face features don’t resemble yours >;( and despite all his efforts he still ends up fisting his throbbing dick to the images of you behind his eyelids - standing on your knees for him, mouth open wide and awaiting his needy length to lay on your tongue; or you sprawled out on his bed, all flushed and ready to take him inside that fluttering pussy of yours. Oh, how hard those little fantasies make him nut, pearly cum spurting out his cock in thick ropes, reaching to his tummy and chest.

But König doesn’t stop, overstimulating himself beyond all beliefs, until his tip turns an angry shade of red, until his hips stutter and tears swell up in his eyes.

You will be his, sooner or later, König will make sure of that<3

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crestapex · 2 months

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Yall seen those posts about dating german men and how complicated while simultaneously so caring they can be? Or that tiktoker that does the German guy falling in love with you posts?? Okay, that, but with König

Much like many other German men, he is fairly straightforward, and it may come off as berating if you’re not used to it. But he also means it out of love for you “You have not eaten yet today? Is something wrong with you? That is bad for you… Then I will feed you” or “You are walking too slow. What do you mean my legs or too long? *simutaneously slows down* Do I need to carry you?” he jokingly says

He’s not trying to insult or harshly criticize you, he just cares about you and your guys’ relationship and wants you to be your best you 🖤

#still learning german culture #and speaking from my own experience #so i apologize if i got anything wrong #any critique is welcomed lol #call of duty #cod x reader #könig #könig x reader #konig #konig x reader #könig mw2 #könig mw3 #konig mw2 #konig mw3 #my writing #my posts

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yourbestprincess · 1 month

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Mein Kleines Mädchen

Older!König (40s) Young!reader (18- early 20s)

Giant age gap but y’know, size kink, slightly hyper fem!reader, reader is a female, König is rough and also has a cute little German accent and calls you cute pet names in German, König is also your dads bestie but not anymore! Creampie, slut-shaming but also praise , fingering.

Hope I didn’t miss anything! XD

(Gentle reminder that König is HUGE, I'm pretty sure he's 6'10 which, if you're average hight, is ginormous.)

You’ve always thought König was overly attractive, but you would never do anything…I mean he was your father’s best friend.

He always eyed you when they hung out, which was rare because he was always deployed.

König was way bigger than you were, he merely towered over you when you two would talk. Which, to say the least, you loved.

You thought he was so attractive. From how big he was to his greying ginger hair to his blue eyes which looked at you in such a way that made your stomach flutter.

****

He was finally coming over today. You were finally in collage now, in your eyes a grown woman.

He was staying the night according to your dad because he got kicked from his apartment from being gone so long, to which you weren’t complaining.

It was so early; almost too early, but you heard a knock at the door. Even before he knocked you felt his presence. Your heart pounds as you peak out of your window to see his car. You walk down the stairs, only in an oversized white t-shirt that covered your tight black shorts. You clear your shirt of any wrinkles before looking through the peephole and opening the door.

“Guten Morgen, schatz.” He smiles softly. you notice that he’s still quite dirty.

“Oh, ‘morning König.” you smile back softly before letting him in, your heart still pounding in your chest, it feels like it’s gonna run away.

He gives you a lousy side hug and drops his bags on the stairs before giving you a forehead kiss.

“Mm.” He breathes you in “Schatz, where is your father?” He backs away slightly to give you some sense of personal space.

“He’s working today until about 8:30. Sorry, I should probably let you settle in and shower I know you’re tired and-“

“Shh, liebling. Stay with me, I suppose I need some company, ja?” He looks down at you, reaching his calloused hand over and putting it on the side of your head in which you lean into.

“Okay, well first let me draw you a shower.” You bite your lip gently before leading him into the upstairs bathroom next to your room. He follows you, humming something you swear you've heard before.

"Du bist so ein liebes kleines Mädchen" (You're such a sweet little girl) König snickers while trailing so close behind you that he's basically hovering over you.

He thought you didn't understand what he was saying. You really touched up on your German before he came back from whatever mission he was on. You knew he said things to you in German before, but he never thought you'd know. Not until now. Your blood wastes no time making your cheeks hot and red with straight fluster.

He grips your arm and turns you with his mere strength. "Oh dear. Du verstehst jetzt?" (Oh dear. You understand now?) He tilts his head, squatting down to your hight.

You try to look down but he forces you to look up at him with your practically pathetic puppy eyes. "Ja...since you got deployed again. I should've told you, but I just wanted to know what you were saying to me."

His eyes feel like they're staring sharply into your soul, like he was looking straight into your heart. He knows that your heart grows and yearns from him. "Ja? Good girl." His accent spills out more when he's eager.

"C'mon lieb." He stands back up letting you finish showing him to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and make sure its the perfect temperature for such a man. You set out a towel and an unopened bar of soap.

"Okay, there you go. You can..um meet me in my room when you're done." You say with just a little bit of excitement in your voice.

"Ja, liebling." He says with a soothing voice rather than before.

As you wait in your room, you change into a pink see-though lingerie dress with a matching pink thong. To top it all off, you wear some white thigh high socks. You sit pretty on your bed and wait for him to get out of the shower.

****

You hear a knock at your bedroom door. "Hey, Liebling? Can I come in?" You ignore it for a second but before you can cover up he busts through the door.

"Mein gott liebe. Scheisse... don't do this to me. You know I can't hold back." His is heavy. It's obvious that blood went to his dick just from looking at his towel.

"I don't want you to hold back." You say as he steps into the room. His hair wet and towel barley covers his v-line. He sighs and walks closer to you.

“Mein schatz…What a fucking tease are you? Gut Gott.” He towers over your small frame, lifting up your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs as he props them up on his shoulder. His cock is fully hard, it’s throbbing and oozing out pre-cum.

“Bitte…König. You know how many years I’ve been waiting for this..” Your panties are so soaked that it’s visible. Who knew you’d be such a slut for the man who was there when your father wasn’t.

He moves your panties to the side with his middle finger. He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside you and rubs his thumb on your throbbing clit. You cry and whine under his touch. He knows how bad you need him.

“Is this too much schatz? If it is, how am I going to put this cock in you? It craves you, you know that liebling?” He takes his hand away from your wet entrance and lets the towel fall to his ankles. His cock springs up, you can see pearls of pre-cum dripping onto your bed. He gives his drooling shaft a couple of pumps before spitting on his middle and ring finger to wet your entrance just enough to fit his massive cock.

“Ready liebe?” He shoves the tip past your entrance making your shutter and whine from the size.

“Ja, you’ll be okay mein schatz.” You bite your lip and cry with him going deeper, trying to fit his 8 1/2 inches in your tight pussy that’s just taking him so well.

“König…s'too much..Bitte! Pleasepleaseplease!…” You whine and moan from the pain. Your thoughts are clouded with pure white pleasure. You know how wrong this is, but, Mein Gott, is it worth it. You're gripping his back and begging for god knows what.

“Nimm es einfach wie ein braves Mädchen, ja? Getting close for me already, Gut gott." (Just take it like a good girl, yeah?) König can't help but notice how pathetic and weak you are under him. His blunt tip pushes against your g-spot over and over again until you're crying and going cock-dumb over him.

" Du liebst es einfach, wie eine Schlampe gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr? What a good fucking girl for me." (You just love getting fucked like a slut, don't you? What a good fucking girl for me.) You can feel his thrusts getting sloppier and heavier. His breath begins to hitch and he can't help but whimper just a little from how tight his Liebe is.

"König...gonna cum right now.. Vati... fuck- feels s'good..." Before you can even think about getting close, he pulls out of you and sits down on your bed, getting comfy before motioning you to sit on his lap. You slide off your panties and see-through dress, craving that skin to skin with him.

"Ja, that's it Mein Schatz, ease down on me, you've got it Liebe" As you sink down on his fat cock, he notices that it makes an indentation on your tummy.

"S'too much König... too big." You barely make out in whimpers and cries. He continues to thrust deeper into your sopping cunt. You really hope your dad isn't gonna come home anytime soon.

"Shh, It's alright, you'll be okay Mein Liebe. Just let me use this pretty pussy, ja?" He pushes his cock so far up into you that you were genuinely surprised on how he was able to bottom out in you. His thrusts are sharp and fast with so much power that you moan everytime he thrusts. König knows you're close from the way you're clenching down on him and how loud your moans are.

"Bitte... I need to.." You cry out before König's thrusts become sharper and somehow even faster.

"I know, I know. I'm gonna come with... scheisse- come with you, okay?" He can't stop grunting now, its all pleasure now. White pleasure clouds his visions.

"Christ- Ich liebe dich schatz- fuck. I always have. And look, now I get to fuck this little body of yours and even fill you up with my cum, eh?"

His vision returns to you, already cumming on his cock. So pathetic, you can't even speak. You're too entranced at cumming on his thick cock to even think. And now here he is, filling you up with his potent cum. He pumps and twitches just a few more times until you two ride out your orgasm.

****

"Was I too much Mein liebe?" He wraps his big arms around you as you snuggle into him. warm sheets cover your bodies.

"You were perfect. Everything and more than what I was ever expecting." He wraps you into him even tighter, pressing kisses on your forehead and soft lips.

"Ich liebe dich auch, König."

Your dad's gonna be so pissed when he finds out his little girl is getting fucked by his so called best friend.

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ivoovu · 3 months

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A PSA to all König/Krueger writers:

Hello, I‘m Voov, and I‘m a native German.

And let me just clarify that I do not mean any of this in a offensive matter, and that none of these things are 'annoying' or 'bothersome' to me as a German, which I‘m sure other Germans would agree with me. This isn‘t something that‘s making it impossible for us to read blurbs/fics/etc., however I do know that some writers want to write in foreign languages as accurately and realistically as possible, so this is for those. And for everyone else who‘s just interested, of course

🤍🍪

1 - What I often read is "Exemplary Sentence I can‘t think of something right now but it‘s in English, ja?"

We don’t end our sentences with "[…], ja?". Sometimes, yes, fair, sometimes we do so, but it’s on the rarer side in my opinion. Majority of the time we use this at the end of our sentences:

"[…], nicht?" = "[…], no?" (please don‘t use "[…], nein?" for this one)

or:

"[…], nh?" = honestly this one can be used for a lot of things, it can be used for "[…], no?", "[…], don‘t you think so?" or how the Brits use 'innit', like you‘re trying to prove a point.

(Translation for "[…], don‘t you think so?" = "[…], denkst du nicht auch so?")

I understand that when you type in a "[…], ja?" you‘re translating from the words' English equivalent which is "[…], yeah?", but again, it‘s more common to use "[…], nicht?" instead.

If you use a good mix of "[…], ja?", "[…], nicht?" and "[…], nh?" (and any other word you might want to add to the end of your sentence) instead of sticking to one throughout an entire fic, you‘ll make us Germans a bit happier.

🍙⌛️

2- If you‘re using longer sentences, and the sentences are directed at the Reader, you should clarify beforehand if the Reader is masc or fem. Why? Because a lot of words are gendered in German, so the way they’re conjugated tell us the Gender of the Person:

English: "My perfect Partner."

-> Gender neutral, the reader could be a Man, Woman, in between, on the outside, an Alien race, whatever

If you type this into google translate you get: "Mein perfekter Partner."

-> Masculine. It‘s an instant tell that the reader is a dude.

The female version would be: "Meine perfekte Partnerin."

-> Now we know instantly that this is feminine.

There is no gender neutral, German simply isn’t a language that works that way.

Can you write full sentences without using anything gendered, at all? Yes, absolutely, here‘s an example:

English: "Oh God I love you, I don‘t know what I would do without you. You‘re my everything, I‘ll do anything and everything for you."

German: "Oh Gott ich liebe dich, ich weiß nicht was ich ohne dich machen würde. Du bist mein ein und alles, ich würde alles für dich tun."

This is completely gender neutral because while typing I actively made sure to avoid using anything gendered. But I understand that this is a extremely difficult task to do so for those who don’t speak German, so if you can pull it off, you just earned my highest form of respect, but this isn’t something that us Germans expect of you as a Writer, this is just something I wanted to draw your attention to.

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My point is: If you do any of those two, we Germans aren’t crying about it. We won‘t stop reading the fic, we won‘t bitch about it or send you hate-mail.

We just notice it, correct the sentence in our mind, and some of us will type out the correct sentence as a comment.

I sadly don‘t have any websites that can help with the gendered words, and google translate sucks anyways, so I truly don‘t have any type of direction I could point you writers to, sorry :/

But I have said this before and I‘ll say it again, as many times as I have to: I am absolutely willing to help with the German parts, my dm‘s are always open, no I won’t think you’re annoying or abusing anything by asking me to check the German sentences you might‘ve used in your works, no I‘m not saying any of this out of courtesy, no I‘m not lying, no we don’t have to know each other, no you don’t have to deal with chit chat you can immediately hit me up with 'Hey how is this sentence?', yes I am being serious. In doubt, read this paragraph again and again.

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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months

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Nah if you ain't a Gaz girlie, you're missing out big time. Like.Big.Time.

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powerfultenderness · 11 months

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Heelloohh! It kenat stop itching my brain so imma share it to everyone, Neighbor könig startling Y/n as y/n let out a questionable sound, and the following nights neighbor könig's he dreamt about that... Please powerfultenderness! THANK YOU!!!!!

🤭 Ooooh boy!!! König's dreams!

Gonna drop a Mature 18+ rating on this one because of those dreams!

König tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him, walking down to the mail room and humming to yourself. He followed you, about to speak up again when he noticed the white earbuds you were wearing. Ah! You couldn’t hear him! A wicked smile crossed his face as he dropped back a few steps while you blissfully continued on your way.

He waited until you had closed your mailbox, attention fully on sorting through the various letters in hand, before he pounced.

“Got you!” He shouted as quickly pulled you in his arms, lifting you in the air enough that your feet swung from the ground.

“Aieee!”

You squealed, mail flying through the air, and kicked your feet out at nothing. Your hands clasped down on his arms as you looked up and behind you to the laughing mad man.

“König! Let me down!”

Still laughing, and with his arms still around you, he set you back on the ground. “You should pay more attention!”

You rolled your eyes and popped your earbuds out and stuffed them in one of your pockets. “Stop laughing!”

Of course that only had him laughing harder, practically leaning on you to keep himself upright.

“König!” You whined and tried to wiggle out of his hold, not very successfully, the man had an iron grip (and chest!).

“Ok! Ok! Sit down, my little bunny.” He once again lifted you from the ground, not nearly as high in the air, and gently sat you down on the table that was pushed against the wall under the mailboxes.

For just a quick moment he was standing between your knees, your thighs spread wide just to accommodate him, and you let out a quiet gasp and whimper in that short moment. He stills, big warm hands grasping at your thighs and you panic. You quickly pull away from him and slap your hands over your face, “it’s not funny, König!” You whine and sniffle and-

“Shit! Are you crying?” He jerked away, as quickly as if he’d been burned and started to fret around you, unsure if he should touch you again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

A sob racks your body and you hiccup and gasp for a breath.

“I’m sorry, my love! I’m so-” he was leaning down enough to peek at your face, still mostly hidden by your hands, enough to see that you were holding back a smile. “You’re laughing!!” He jumped back and pointed an accusatory finger at you!

You finally let go and dropped your hands from your face as you threw your head back in laughter. “Ahahhahahaha!!! That’s what you get for scaring me, you big jerk!”

You must have looked like two maniacs just sitting in the mail room laughing like crazy, but neither of you could care at the moment what any passerby would think of you.

He helped you gather your fallen mail, and grabbed his mail while he was there too, and the two of you still shaking in laughter, walked you back to your flat.

Flowers. Pretty flowers that faded from sight as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck. “So beautiful.”

You gasped, arching into his touch and whimpering as he nibbled and lapped against your pulse point.

“König,” your arms were around his neck, hands clawing at the back of his shoulders like your life depended on him. Good, he growled as his lips traveled up your neck to your face, you needed him, he pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He needed you.

You squeezed your thighs around his waist and let out another erotic whimper. You pulled back from him, he tried to follow, but you gently pushed one hand against his chest to stop him. “König,” you whispered and glanced shyly away from him. He didn’t like that. He nudged your chin so you were looking at him again. “What?”

“Can I sit on your face?”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned, hips grinding into you. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”

He picked you up from the mail room table and turned around to set you on his bed, hands flying underneath the skirt of the pretty dress he bought you to pull down your panties, black lace finding a new home in his pocket.

Then he climbed on the bed, laying down while simultaneously pulling you, giggling the whole time, on top of him. You sat up, knees spread apart so that you were straddling his chest. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt high against your waist, the fabric pooling down your center. “Come here,” he tried to get you to move higher on him, but you ignored him and leaned down instead.

You softly pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “König.”

He gladly returned your kiss, but upon its natural conclusion he once again tried to entice you to move, just a little more.

“König.” You repeated with a breathy sigh.

“What?”

“König!”

“WHAT!”

“Jesus, man! Wake up, it’s go time!”

“Fuck!” König shook the dream from his mind for now, focusing on the mission before him. But the second he had a moment of free time, his thoughts went back to that dream.

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statusexile · 6 months

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Michelin Star Treatment and My Body's On The Menu

Summary: You work as a naked sushi model in a high-end Japanese restaurant and professionalism was the name of the game. But when Ghost and Konig walked through the door, your composure was put to the test.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader x Konig

Warnings: afab!reader, dub con, exhibitionist, nipple play, fingering, squirting, wakamezake, mask kink, reader goes by she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1,804 words

NSFW. MDNI!

a/n: Nyotaimori (女体盛り) is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman. This fic probably wouldn’t be 100% accurate to the real-life practice because I’m not Japanese. Nonetheless, feedback and suggestion are always welcome, along with reblogs and likes. Thank you for reading! ❤️

Working as a naked sushi model for a high-end restaurant was never your dream. Your friends and family always find your job as peculiar. They always ask you why would you want to be a human sushi platter for wealthy people. While some people see your job as an art form and others think it’s degrading to women. You didn’t care about their opinions anyway; it kept food on the table and paid your bills and that was all that really mattered to you.

Still feeling a bit groggy from the long shift, you sat down on a bench in the fitting room and began counting your tip money. The day had been long, but the customers were generous, you are pleased with the amount of money you have made today. Even though one group of customers that you got earlier were a bunch of drunk and obnoxious business men. They’re not trying to grope you or anything, but they’re just really rowdy and it hurts your head so bad. Unfortunately, you can’t say anything because you're not allowed to speak while you're on the job.

You get up from the bench and begin tidying your hair and make-up. There’s only one more reservation for the day: a table for two people. Perhaps they’re a couple, you think to yourself. At least it shouldn't be as disastrous as the earlier group, as you walked out from the changing room into the private dining room that was booked by the pair. The interior of the room was opulent. Soft lighting and the sounds of waterfall provided a serene atmosphere, while traditional Japanese motifs of cherry blossom and zen gardens adorned the walls. The restaurant was clearly designed to create a serene and elegant ambience that would enhance the dining experience for the guests.

You took off your kimono, leaving you bare, and climbed onto the dining table, lying down on top of it. The sushi chefs began decorating your body with a variety of sushi and sashimi, placing them on top of leaves that had been sanitized to prevent direct contact with your skin. After that, they covered your nipples and your genital area with flowers. And now all you have to do is wait for the customer to arrive at the restaurant.

It doesnt take very long for the pair to arrive. They’re two tall, muscular men in military attire, and you can see the outlines of their muscles on their clothes. Both of them are wearing masks: one is wearing a skull-printed mask, while the other is wearing a draped style mask.

Your heart skipped a beat when the two men entered the dining room. You’ve always been intrigued by masked men - there's something alluring and mysterious about them. You didn’t know if they were hot or ugly underneath their masks, it doesn’t matter to you, it was the mystery that made you so intrigued and turned on about them.

They sat down on the tatami and ordered sake from the waitress; it didn’t take long for the waitress to come back with their drinks. They began eating immediately, taking some of the sushi that was placed on top of your stomach. The dinner went well so far. You could hear both men talking about their jobs in the military - the one with the skull-printed mask spoke with a deep, husky British accent, while the one with the draped mask spoke with a thick German accent. Soon you learned their names were Ghost and Konig.

They spoke about an upcoming mission, using fancy words, code names, and military slang that you didn't understand. But all you could focus on was their sexy voices - it was as if they were trying to turn you. You couldn't do anything about it - you couldn’t even move your body an inch while you were still with the customer. So, all you could do was stare at the ceiling, trying to not let it bother you.

They were nearly finished with their meals, and you felt a bit disappointed because it means they would leave soon - but you didn't know that the real fun was about to begin.

Suddenly, you felt Konig’s fingers graze your thigh. You were surprised by his sudden action - this felt so wrong that you should have stand up and called the manager at this point - but you were already so turned on at his touch. You could feel a shiver running down your spine.

“So beautiful,” Konig mutters so himself, still grazing his fingers on your thigh, “Shall we have some fun with her, Lieutenant?”

“Your call, Colonel. I’m down if you’re down.” Ghost replied while he stares at you. You could only see his eyes, but you could feel the lust in his stare. It looks like he’s going to devour you whole.

“Alright then,” Konig said as he removed the flower that covered your fold. You’re already so turned on at this point and his action made it even worse.

“Clench your thigh real tight, schatz.” You didn't know why, but you immediately complied with his command, so you clenched your thighs as tight as possible. You could see Konig pouring the sake between them. You could feel the cold liquid grazing your hot skin as you let out a soft mewl from the sensation as it’s slowly running down in between your thighs. He lifts his mask up and starts slurping the sake directly from your crotch, you could feel his soft lips touching your fold. This is so inappropriate, and you could definitely get fired if your supervisor found out that you allowed a customer to do something like this. But your body could only succumb to his action. You’re already way too deep in it anyway and there’s no turning back at point. “So delicious,” Konig said after he finished drinking, wiping his own lips with his hands. “Your turn, Lieutenant.” he added as he passed the sake bottle to Ghost. Ghost did the same thing Konig did earlier. He poured some more sake between your clenched thighs, slurping them, but suddenly after he finished drinking, he opens your legs a bit and give a single lick at your labia. You let out a moan, still trying to keep quiet, but now it’s getting harder. “She’s indeed delicious, Colonel.” he said to Konig in a satisfied tone, “Don’t worry love, we’re gonna make you feel so good” he added. Konig started to remove the flowers that covered your nipples, you could sense the chilly air gently brushing against them.

Konig and Ghost scooch over from their seats, and now their faces facing your breasts. “Open your legs real wide for us, sweetheart. Please, allow us to return the favor for your hospitality this evening.” Konig hums in your ear. Both of them slowly opens your legs, revealing your now dripping cunt that’s been covered with your own liquid and the sake from earlier.

“Shall we enjoy the dessert for the night, Colonel?” “After you, Lieutenant.”

Suddenly, both of them start latching to your nipples, as Konig’s hand starts rubbing your damp cunt with his calloused hand. You let out a loud gasp as you jerk your head back from the sudden sensation. One of Ghost’s hands pinning you down, ensuring you stay still in your place. You tried to wiggle your body, but his hand was so strong, keeping you in your position.

“Be quiet, love. We don't want anyone outside to know we're doing this, do we?” Ghost purred in your ear in between sucking your breast. You could only nod at his words, feeling absolutely lost in the pleasure they’re giving to you. Konig starts to insert two of his fingers inside you and start thrusting them. You bit your lips so hard they’re probably bleeding at this point but you didn’t even pay attention to it as you lost to the overstimulation and pleasure.

“So fucking wet for us” Konig whispered while his mouth is still latching to your breast, now he’s using his thumb to play with your clit and adding another finger inside you. You've already surrendered to them, letting them do whatever they want to you at this point. You could feel your holes stretched thin with his fingers as if he shoved his entire fist inside you because of how thick his fingers are.

Your body shudders as they keep sucking your breasts without mercy and Konig finger-fucking you relentlessly. You’re trying so fucking hard to stay quiet, only letting out soft moans and pants, making everything even more painful than it already is.

“I could feel you’re clenching around my fingers, schatz. Come on, I know you’re so close. I know you can do it.” Konig whispers seductively in your ear. You could feel your brain becoming mush. Your body feels like it's about to explode as you start mumbling nonsense words. You didn't care at this point if anyone outside could hear it, you just want to cum so fucking bad.

It only took a few more thrusts of Konig’s fingers before you cum, your body shakes violently and your vision turns static from the orgasm he gave you. He still thrusting them over and over, milking your orgasm dry. You squirted all over the table, basically drenching the entire surface with your cum.

“Ah, there you go… I know you can do it. Was für ein gutes Mädchen” Konig finally gave one last thrust and pulls out his fingers from your cunt. Both of them give your nipples on last lick after finally letting them go. Your body seems like it can't stop trembling. “So good, so fucking good...” you mumbled softly, your voice is still shaking.

“I guess we have to clean up this mess. We can’t let your supervisor know you’re doing this with customers.” Ghost chuckled as he took a couple of napkins to clean up the mess you made on the table. It takes you around five minutes before you're able to regain your composure.

Both of them stand up from their tatami. Konig pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, takes out some money, and slips it into your hands, giving you a very generous tip.

“Compliment to the chef, the food was delicious.” Ghost said as he opened the door, and both he and Konig went out from the dining room, leaving you alone.

After a few more minutes, finally manage to sit and starts counting the tip that Konig gave you, which basically covers two months’ worth of rent. You can only laugh to yourself, still confused by everything that happened earlier, but you are very satisfied at the same time.

Maybe this is the best job that you could ever have, after all.

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blue-devil-of-the-lord · 25 days

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Alright, for all the Kurt Wagner fans out there, especially those who write fanfics, short list of things he could say in German [because I see a lot of wrong things], especially nicknames. If you're interested I wrote a bit about the possesive pronouns in German in this post. You might want to check it out, in case you get confused from the list below.

If you use things with "Mein", "Meine" or "Meiner" remember that it's not capitalised in the middle of the sentence. Do it like that for example:

" You are right, meine Liebe."

Schatz ~ Treasure

Mein Schatz ~ My treasure

Liebling ~ Darling

Liebchen ~ Sweetling [I personally never have heard someone say that, since it's a bit older, but I know he used in the comics, so I won't complain]

Meine Liebe ~ my dear [when the person he's adressing is feminine]

Mein Lieber ~ my dear [when the person he's adressing is masculine]

Ich liebe dich ~ I love you [NOT 'Ich liebe Sie' that's formal]

Entschuldigung/ 'Tschuldigung ~ Sorry

Es tut mir Leid. ~ I'm sorry.

Meine Freunde ~ My friends

Mein Freund ~ my friend [male]

Meine Freundin ~ my friend [female

[Be careful with those one, because in German we don't really have a way to say 'girlfriend' or 'boyfriend'. We usually just use the words for friend and sometimes add a 'fester/feste' in front of it, but just so you know]

Mein Gott ~ My god [remember that 'Gott' is capitalised]

Mein Engel ~ My angel

In General, please don't just translate things word by word. I've talked about in the post linked above, but it doesn't work like this. And while words such as "Honey" may be nicknames in English, they are not in German.

If you have questions or things you'd like me to add, just tell me, I am always open to suggestions :)

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Ich vermisse dich ~ I mss you. // Ich habe dich vermisst ~ I missed you

Du siehst gut aus ~ You look good.

Du bist wunderschön. ~ You are beautiful.

Ich glaube an dich. ~ I believe in you.

Das machst du gut ~ You're doing good.

Alles gut/okay? ~ You're good/ alright?

Ich bin für dich da. ~ I'm here for you.

Du siehst aus, wie ein Engel ~ You look like an angel.

Ich bin stolz auf dich ~ I'm proud of you

Du bist mein Seelenverwandter ~ You're my soulmate

Du bist das Beste, was mir je passiert ist. ~ You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Du machst mich glücklich ~ You make me happy.

You're very welcome to tag me if you used something, I would love to see your stories

#x men #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #fanfics #kurt wagner speaks German

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wosoluver · 2 months

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To undo a mistake

part 1/17 - next

- requested! - Lena x Bayern player!Reader

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"We can still be friends! We can still share the room at camp!" - She said trying to cheer me up.

Of course she would.

it's Lena we're talking about. But it didn't do much for the heartache I felt.

Despite only being together for a couple months, I was so sure of this. So sure we were in for the long run.

We both liked each other very much, but soon realized that living in different cities caused more trouble than you two anticipated.

She played for Wolfsburg and you played for Bayern.

But unlike your girlfriend, now ex, you didn't think that the distance was the biggest problem.

Her not wanting to try harder was.

So here you were in tears in your apartment, talking to her in bed... over the phone.

Yes. Breaking up in the worst way possible. You'd think that out of consideration she would've done it in person.

"Lena, I'm going to hang up now."

"Yeah. Okay. I'm really sorry Y/N."

It had been tough the next couple months, specially when Wolfsburg vs Bayern came up.

It was the end of the first half. You tried your best to keep it to yourself. It was 1 x 0 to your team. Avoided her well enough. Being a forward helped. She spent most part of the game busy with trying to assist or making sure to get the ball through the middle field. When you hear the sound of the referee blowing the whistle, you bolted towards the locker room. Unbeknownst to you Lena tried to catch up, so you two could chat. But seeing this, Pernille was quick to stop her in her tracks. The girls had taken a notice of your change of mood. Even though you hadn't opened up to anyone about it, they knew it most likely had to do with your now ex- girlfriend. They had grown protective of you. You were young, just turned 20. And you were about to complete your first season for Bayern.

Back to the second half, you couldn't keep your head in the pitch. You weren't doing a good game. So you weren't surprised when you were subbed off at the 65' minute. Even when they usually only started subbing later on. Guess it was that bad.

You'd won 3x0. But honestly everything lately felt like a loss somehow.

By the final whistle, you just wanted the day to get over with. The game was away, so you made an effort along with other players, to thank the fans that came to support the team.

But you froze in your steps when you saw something that if your heart wasn't already broken in a hundred pieces, it would definitely be now...

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Hope you guys are excited for this one!

Thank you for the anon who sent in the lovely request! I didn't answer the ask with the story, bc I didn't want to give away the next steps. Still need your help though!

Please leave your comments 🙏🩷

#lena oberdorf #lena oberdorf x reader #vfl wolfsburg frauen #womens football #woso x reader #woso #dfb frauen #german national team

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thehandsresisthim · 9 months

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“bitte, bitte”

content: nsft, könig (cod) x reader, d/s dynamics, gn!reader, ‘master’, dom!reader, no desc. of readers body

word count: ~500

"W-what?" it comes out small, like he's trying to convince himself that he didn't hear you right.

"You heard me! Look, you basically came-," you gently run your fingers around the tip of his dick, wetting your fingerstips with the sticky white precum and lift your hand to his face to show him, "it's so much! It's all over you! Maybe that should be enough for today..." You hum in fake thought.

The man before you looks like he might actually start to cry. "N-no... It's just... pre... I-I didn't..." he argues, as if he's genuinely thinking that you believe that he came.

"Look, König, it's so much... Surely, that's good enough for you, huh?"

He shakes his head. It looks like there's genuine concern in his eyes. To be fair, you had been edging him for a bit. Employing your strong tendencies to be a bit mean to your boyfriend, you had brought the poor man to the edge again and again, only to deny him. The amount of milky white liquid pooling around his dick was more than enough proof of that.

"You're being... So cruel..." he stutters out. It's actually adorable, how the big strong soldier crumbles with a bit of orgasm denial. You deny your own urge to take a photo of him in this debauched state. Although you're certain such an image would be a masterpiece, you're not certain about whether or not your boyfriend would like it.

"Mmh. I guess." Whilst you speak, you run your fingers around his tip.

"Please. Bitte... Bitte... Es tut weh... Bitte... Kann nicht mehr..." he murmurs in German. This only spurs you on further. You know you've properly broken him when he mutters in his native tongue.

"Say I let you cum, like, for real," you run your fingers over a particularly sensitive spot and he involuntarily thrusts his hips up, "do you think you could do it a few more times afterwards? Make even more of a mess than you have already?"

"Ja, yes! Ich mach' was immer du willst, alles, alles, bitte, bitte lass mich... Kann nicht mehr... I'll do whatever... Bitte, es tut weh..."

You apply more pressure to the tip. He whimpers. You can see his hands twitch, probably with the urge to join your hands on his cock. But he remains obedient. His hands lay balled into fists next to his thighs.

"What a good boy... Doing so well." you say and hum in thought.

"I think I'll let you cum."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you... Danke, danke..." he whimpers with relief.

You take your hands of off his dick. He whimpers at the loss, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to chase the touch of your hands. You chastise him with a quick slap to his thigh.

"Do it yourself. Don't stop once you've cum."

He bites his lip and nods. "Y-yes, master."

thank you for reading ♥️

#cod x gn!reader #cod x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig modern warfare #könig cod #sub!könig #sub könig #sub konig #sub!konig #secret knowledge but man this was difficult to write #i don’t want to be mean to everyone who also speaks german #but man the dirty talk is just…#😐😐 something else #warum liegt hier eigentlich stroh

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Meine (König x AFAB!Reader)

Pairing: König x AFAB!Reader Category: Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+) Word Count: 4k+ Warnings: Harassment/Unwanted Flirting, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (Wrap and Tap), Full Nelson, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob, Semi-Mutual Masturbation, Car Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Size Difference, Dom!/Jealous!König, Biting/Marking, Manhandling, Stomach Bulge, Rough Sex, Mirror Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Descriptions of Social Anxiety

Summary: After a man tries to flirt with you at a bar, König starts to act…different. When he brings you home, he decides to show you just who you belong to.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You chewed on your flimsy straw mindlessly, waiting for your boyfriend to return from the bathroom. Seeing as it was a Saturday night, the bar was packed to the brim, rancorous noise pouring from every corner.

“We don’t have to stay for long if it gets too overwhelming,” you said as you looked up to König’s hooded face. He was adamant on trying to manage his social anxiety, and you promised him you’d be by his side for every step of the way.

He always seemed more relaxed when the two of you went into crowded spaces like grocery stores. However, he had yet to try a more leisurely space. Your love took in a deep breath as he clung onto your hand, taking the first step into the bar. You smiled warmly as you walked in by his side, leaning your head on his burly upper arm.

That was about an hour ago. He fidgeted the entire time the two of you sat at the bar, his movements increasing as more patrons flooded the pub. König excused himself, nearly knocking over several tables as he made his way to the men’s room. Your eyes followed him past the corner before you turned your attention to the television playing above you.

“Heaven must be missing an angel,” a snarky voice chimed next to you. Your brow arched as you gazed at the young man who slid into the empty chair…König’s chair. He was clad in a bright red polo and gray chino slacks, his body toned and face adorned with a wry grin. His mates at the table behind both of you were chuckling like a group of grade schoolers.

“Are you calling me Satan?” you spat with a piercing gaze. You heard a clamor of “oohs” behind you. The blonde scoffed as he readjusted himself in his chair, his smirk still plastered to his sharp face.

“Maybe that’s why I feel so tempted when I’m near you,” he lilted. Another round of chuckles from the gaggle of drunk college boys. You rolled your eyes and flicked your index finger at his chair.

“Go bother someone else. I’m here with my boyfriend,” you huffed. The group snickered as the young man snorted.

“Really? Don’t see anybody here but me,” he slurred. A pink blush burned on his cheeks as his blown pupils stared you up and down. You felt small beneath his gaze as his eyes grazed you up and down, drinking in the sight of you in your dark, skin-tight dress. You recoiled as he slung his arm around your shoulder, your hand quickly reaching for your pepper spray.

“Come on, lemme buy you a-” his acerbic words were quickly cut off when a giant hand splayed over his shoulder and squeezed it roughly. His brows furrowed as he whipped his head around.

“Can’t you see I’m in a conversation, you-” his eyes grew into the size of saucers when he snapped his neck just to look up at your boyfriend. His eyes were cold and piercing as he laid his other hand on the drunk man’s shoulder. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you watched König’s towering shadow swallow the man whole.

“Is this boy bothering you, Katzchen?” König growled, his hand gripping the man’s shoulder tightly. The man’s face was white as he shook in his chair, his mates long gone. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat as your mountain of a man yanked his arm off from around your shoulders. Tears pricked at the corner of the blonde's eyes, your lover clutching both of his fists into the joker’s collar.

You couldn’t help but notice the heat pooling in between your legs as you watched König’s hot breath puff beneath his dark sniper hood, his shoulders raised as he stared into the man’s soul. You bit your lip as you watched the younger man squirm in his hold.

“F-Fuck, I’m sorry. Please, don’t kill me,” he sobbed. König’s icy blue gaze stabbed through the man's spirit, saying nothing.

“König, baby,” you cooed, your hand rubbing up the bulging muscles of his arm. He gave you a quick glance, his vicious look growing soft for a brief second.

“Alright,” he murmured lowly. Your boyfriend huffed before releasing the now crumpled collar. The man dropped to his shaking knees and whimpered on impact. You squeezed your thighs together as König leaned down to the man, whispering loudly enough for both of you to hear.

“Get the fuck out of here. If I see you near my Katzchen again…touching her like that…I swear to Gott I’ll make your mother weep when she sees what I’ve done to you,” he snarled, every word thick and heavy with his accent. Another pang of heat shot through your body, trickling down your spine and into your gushing snatch. “Got it?” König barked. The young man nodded, nearly breaking his neck.

“Y-Yes! Sorry, sir!” the blonde whimpered like a kicked dog as he scrambled to his feet. You watched as the man tripped and wobbled his way out between the rows of chairs and tables, finally bursting through the doors. The entire bar was silent, all eyes glued to you and your boyfriend. You felt him lightly pat your shoulder, the ice in his eyes now melted into warm pools.

“Meine Schatz, are you alright?” König asked, his voice soft and sweet like honey. His hands were trembling as they came close to your cheeks. His voice made you wonder if he believed his touch alone would shatter you after what just happened. You nodded, heart still racing beneath your sternum and an insatiable ache burning in your core.

“I-I’m fine,” you replied. He gave a small hum before pressing your hand to his clothed mouth.

“Would it be okay if we went back home?” he asked as he rubbed your hand against his cheek. The room began to hum back to life as you squeezed his hand.

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here,” you laughed exasperatedly. He nodded and helped you down from your seat. König paid for your drinks before taking your hand back into his. His grip was almost too tight when he led you through the wide, wooden doors.

“Thank you for standing up for me in there,” you said as you clung to König’s burly arm. He gave a sigh before kissing the top of your head, his lips still covered by his sniper hood.

“Of course, Liebling. Nobody messes with my (Y/N),” he declared with a raspy voice. Another wave of heat shot through your body, your cheeks dusted pink.

“Are you feeling okay?” your love asked as both of you slid into the car and buckled your seatbelts. You gave a short nod, though the shifting of your legs said otherwise.

“Y-Yeah. Just some adrenaline still left over from what happened back there,” you said waving your hand. He looked you up and down before patting your thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, Schatz,” König apologized. You shook your head as he turned the keys in the ignition.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m just glad nobody got hurt,” you admitted. Your boyfriend gave a low hum before shifting the car to reverse.

“Me too,” he agreed. Your eyes raked over his body, his black t-shirt clinging to his sweat-covered torso. Your brows raised as they met with a familiar bulge poking from beneath his slacks. You licked your lips, your mind shrouded with the thick fog of arousal.

His knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot. You couldn’t stop your heart from racing as you shifted your legs, trying to relieve the relentless tension in your core. You stopped when you felt his calloused hand slide over your smooth thigh once more. His eyes were still on the road, though his fingers were tapping dangerously close to your clothed cunt.

“Are you sure you're alright, Katzchen?” he asked, his fingers drumming on the top of your thigh. You stiffened a whine as goosebumps littered your skin.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” you said before biting your lip. König drew out a long sigh, his fingers now drawing circles in your bumpy flesh.

“I know you, Katzchen. I know what it means when you get all flustered like this,” the Austrian mused. You moaned as his hand cupped your heat, his long digits pressed deliciously over your hole. He sucked in a sharp breath and you swore his cock jumped in his pants.

“Mein Gott, you’re soaked,” he groaned. Your fists bunched at the bottom of your dress as you felt the tips of his fingers rub against your pussy. Heat poured into every pore of your skin when his palm pressed against your aching clit.

“Ah,” you moaned as your head tilted back. He slowed the car down as he approached a stoplight, not letting up on his ministrations. You didn’t mind the other cars that pulled up beside you, thankful that you had the cover of the dark night and your tinted windows.

“Look at you, little thing. Humping my hand like you’re in heat,” he clicked his tongue. You arched as his fingers slid to part your panties aside, his digits slipping through your slick folds.

“Kö-Oh!” you squealed when he pinched your clit. Your eyes shifted back to his twitching cock. You licked your lips as you reached over. He tensed in his seat as your fingers brushed against his hard member.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s getting flustered,” you snickered. König’s grip on the wheel tightened even more as he tried to maintain his current speed. You weren’t expecting him to plunge his digits into your sopping cunt, being split open by three of his ginormous fingers. You keened as he pumped his fingers in your walls, your pussy squelching with every thrust.

Your hand made quick work to latch onto his pants, though he shook his head vigorously. You pouted before whining as he curled the tips of his fingers on the roof of your pussy.

“I’m sorry, Katzchen. I...I just don’t trust myself. I don’t want us to get into a wreck,” he explained before swallowing a thick lump in his throat. You gave an understanding nod, though you still yearned to wrap your sweet lips around the head of his dick. Your hands gripped his sturdy arm as he pumped in and out of you, faster...faster...

“König! I’m gonna-” your eyes suddenly rolled into the back of your head. His thumb was circling your red clit, unleashing a wave of arousal gushing out of your stuffed cunt. Your vision was blurry as your body was wracked with silent sobs, your walls convulsing over his hefty digits.

“Good girl,” König cooed as he continued to finger-fuck you through your euphoric ride. “So pretty when you cum around my fingers,” he praised as your walls snatched him in a vice grip. You babbled his name as he slid his fingers from your cunt, your slick dribbling onto the seat below.

You looked over at your boyfriend as he pulled closer to your apartment complex. His sapphire eyes glanced over at his slick-coated digits. He muttered something under his breath before slipping his fingers beneath his hood. You groaned as you heard him suckle on his fingers, releasing them with a sudden pop.

“You taste so delicious, Schatz,” he moaned as he pulled up to another light. You took your chance, mind numb from your orgasm as your hand sprung and clutched over his clothed cock.

“Liebling,” he hissed between his teeth as you cupped your palm over his hard length. His eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the wheel with both hands.

“Please, Kö. Want to make you feel good,” you slurred, drool dripping from the corner of your lips. His chest rose and fell as he kept his eyes on the light. He gave a small nod before your hand plunged below his pants. Your love grunted as your hand snaked around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“S-Scheiße,” he swallowed thickly as you stroked up and down his veiny length. He tried to keep his eyes steady on the road in front of him as the light flashed green. You lazily pulled his cock free from his pants. It was so massive, standing to attention as the cherry red tip leaked with salty precum. You swiped your thumb over the tip of his cock before smearing his precum across his entire head.

“So good, (Y/N),” he groaned, careful to keep his grasp steady on the wheel as your complex came into view. He nearly swerved the car as you curled your lips over his tip, pressing a quick kiss over his head before swiping small kitten licks up and down his throbbing shaft.

“FUCK,” König hissed as he finally turned into the parking lot. His jaw went slack as you hollowed your cheeks and slowly sank down onto his member. The bulky man’s tip almost instantly hit the back of your head as he clumsily swerved into a parking spot, causing you to gag. Your nose was pressed flush against his abdomen, his tip shoved completely down your tight, wet throat. He shifted the car into park as you bobbed your head back up, soon taking him down into the deep cavern of your esophagus. You took one hand and mindlessly gripped at whatever you couldn’t take into your mouth, pumping the bottom of his shaft. König’s massive hands gripped your neatly made hair as he groaned out German phrases and curses.

“So good, ah, Schatz-Scheiße, gonna make me cum!” his voice raised in pitch when your other hand fondled his heavy balls. You moaned around his length as he stiffened, shooting ropes of thick cum down your throat. Your boyfriend growled animalistically as he watched you swallow every drop before releasing your mouth from his gigantic length. You sputtered and coughed, throat aching yet warm from his seed. He rubbed your neck before giving you some water he had left in the car earlier. The liquid was comforting, helping your sore throat open a little more as he whispered praises into your ear. His hand slipped his cock back into his slacks before he pressed a deep kiss into your lips, not minding the taste of himself in your mouth.

“Upstairs. Now,” he breathed when he pulled away.

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Stepping into your apartment was a whirlwind. As soon as König slammed the door shut behind you, he carried you to your bedroom. His burly form hovered above you on your mattress as he tore his hood and clothes off. You moaned when he dove into your neck, his wet tongue caressing over your beating pulse. Your hand immediately latched onto his forearms as you spread your legs.

“Can’t wait to be inside that perfect, tight cunt of yours,” he bellowed, his gravely voice sending waves rippling through your nervous system. You whined when his cracked lips wrapped around your pulse, sucking hard enough for a hickey to bloom instantly.

“Fuck, König,” you gasped. His lips continued to suck fresh hickeys on your skin, his canines pressing small, red crevices into the nape of your neck.

“Need you König, need you so bad,” you whimpered, his cock twitching above your clothed heat. König grunted into your flesh before giving your ass a hard squeeze. You felt warmth explode inside of your chest as your eyes raked across his scarred face, his dirty blonde hair still matted from the dark hood. Your fingertips delicately traced each and every divot from his face, down to his broad, heaving chest. He smashed his lips down against yours, moaning into your mouth while grinding his cock down onto you.

“I’m here, Katzchen,” he rasped into your ear.

Your brows furrowed as he suddenly guided you towards the end of the bed. König remained seated, broad thighs spread as his cock sprang to life between his legs. He pulled you onto his lap, spinning you around so you were face to face with your reflection in the full-length mirror. He smiled, eyes dark and drinking in your heaving chest while his hands bunched up the bottom of your dress.

“Such a tight dress, showing off all your perfect curves for me,” he beamed. Your pussy quivered as you wiggled your ass in front of him. He finally peeled your dress off of your body, letting it drift to the floor below. He let out a low growl as his hands grabbed your hips, firmly pressing your heat down to his length. You craned your neck and exchanged sloppy kisses as the pressure in your core skyrocketed with every drive of his cock.

“Want me to fuck you, Schatz? Want me to make you cum around my thick cock, hm?” König murmured with a string of spit connecting both of your swollen lips. You nodded vigorously with another grind of your hips on his hard length.

“Fuck, yes,” you pleaded with blown pupils. König was usually so soft during sex, always so gentle like you were made of fine porcelain. However, you had to admit that his feral groans, him firmly manhandling you and his new dark and commanding voice made your pussy flutter.

His soft smile quickly shifted into a smirk as he gave your ass a sharp smack. You squealed as the warm pins and needles bloomed over your plush cheeks. He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your ass to his throbbing dick, your breasts jiggling in your push-up bra.

“A g-string, hm?” he mused as he snapped the elastic band of your underwear. You yelped at the light sting against your skin. “Makes me wonder if you were wanting to get fucked tonight once we got back,” he pondered aloud with another snap of your g-string. You drooled as his cock continued to slide beneath your soaked panties.

“Eyes up, Schatz,” König softly commanded. Your eyes flitted up at the reflection staring back at you. You looked utterly desperate, head hung back and chest pushed forward as he slid your panties off. The corner of his eyes crinkled at the sight of your flustered cheeks, drooling lips and lidded eyes. His eyes were wide at the sight of your soaked folds.

“Scheiße,” he muttered under his breath. Soon your bra came flying off, your breasts bouncing down and into the firm grasp of his palms. You shifted on his lap, the weeping head of his red cock nudging against your tight entrance. Knocking, but not coming all the way in. You were a mess of babbles and moans as he rubbed the top of his cock against your wet folds, coating his dick with your slick arousal.

“Katzchen,” he groaned. Your hands went back to cling around his neck as he spread your legs with his hands. You keened as your lover moved your legs up, positioning you into a full nelson in his hefty arms and Herculean strength. The stretch was borderline painful, but you were too drunk on the feeling of his tip snug against your hole.

“Fuck, please, Kö,” you begged. He moaned as he pushed into you a few times before he slowly sank you down on his member. Your back arched and mouth snapped open as he split you in two, inch by wonderful inch. He hissed as he bit his lip, his grip on your legs threatening to imprint bruises on your skin.

“So good and tight for me, G-Gott,” he shuddered as your walls clenched around him. You gasped as your hips became flush with his, his heavy balls aching just below you. König’s icy gaze was locked to the mirror. He was mesmerized by the crisp, reflected image in front of him: your weeping cunt swallowing him as he bottomed out within you.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he praised as he bit into your pulse once more. You whined, pussy fluttering around his massive member as he littered your skin with violet hickeys and magenta bitemarks. “Love how well you take me, Mini,” König rasped into your ear. Your entire body erupted into flames as he suddenly bucked into you. Your eyes were wide as you saw a refection of the bulge that poked beneath your lower abdomen.

“Kö-Oh, Oh my God,” you moaned so loudly, surely the neighbors next to you would’ve heard. König grunted as he raised your entire form as if you weighed nothing. Your walls clenched and unclenched as he left his leaking, red tip at the lips of your entrance. You shivered as he sank you back down onto his thick, pulsing cock. The world seemed to melt around you as he kept ordering you to keep your eyes on the mirror. The sight before you was beyond lewd, your pussy squelching and bubbling with arousal as he relentlessly fucked you on his cock.

“That’s it, Schatz, just like that,” he groaned into your neck. Your slick dripped down your ass as his cock brushed against the spot that made your soul invert and toes curl. Your legs were taut and stretched beneath his leviathan grip, the veins of his dick dragging against your walls so smoothly from your slick. Your pretty moans were music to his ears as he reached down to play with your swollen clit.

“Kö!” you yelled. His lips fluttered over your neck as he sped up, his hips coming up to meet with yours. A high-pitched squeal escaped you as he sucked another dark spot onto your pulse.

“So beautiful, all spread out for me like this,” he groaned as his hand spread your arousal up to the bulge poking at your lower stomach. Fuck, he always filled you to the point where pain and pleasure melted. “Meine, meine, meine,” he chanted hungrily as his head fell back. You felt your walls tighten around his member as he pistoned into you.

“Bet that man back at the bar couldn’t fuck you this good, huh Maus?” König growled into your ear. Your ears perked up at his words, your attention turned from the feeling of his cock to his tight face. You shifted your head as much as you could to meet his unhooded gaze.

“Kö, are you…jealous?” you squeaked as he continued to bounce you on his length. His pumping slowed as his lips curved down, a deep frown etched onto his sweaty face. A heavy silence swallowed the room for a few moments. König swallowed, his pale eyes turned away from you.

“M-Maybe,” his face broke out into a deep merlot. Your face softened as you brought your hand up to his sharp cheek. You placed a gentle kiss on his lower chin while his hand found purchase over yours.

“Oh, König, you don’t have to worry about that,” you cooed. “I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him with another kiss. His large fingers tightened around the back of your knees as he shuddered.

“I know, Katzchen. I just…” König trailed off. Your love gave a long sigh, his eyes focused on wooden floor as he tried to find the best words to say. You continued to pepper his chin with kisses, your hands now lovingly rubbing his ripped forearms. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted with a shaky breath. His grip on you loosened as he let your legs fall back over his sturdy thigh. You turned your whole body towards him, the tendrils of ecstasy grappling over you as you took his face into your palms.

“Kö, look at me,” you stated. His eyes lingered up towards yours. “You won’t lose me, König. Those guys back there were just some young, drunk assholes looking for a piece of ass,” you explained. You firmly pressed your lips to his, drinking in the warm feeling of him. “I love you, König. Nothing and nobody will ever make me want to leave you,” you said with a strong nod. His blue orbs were soft and misty as he released his grip on your legs.

“I-I love you too, Schatz,” he stammered. You smiled as König enveloped you in a tight hug, nearly forcing the air out of your lungs. You brought your arms up to wrap around his scarred back, your fingers brushing and tracing along his spine. “I’m sorry if it seemed like I doubted your loyalty. I just can’t bear the thought of you being taken away from me,” your boyfriend confessed. You pulled back from your embrace, though you kept your hands resting on his back.

“It’s alright, König,” you breathed into him. He gave a slow, solemn nod, his cock still twitching inside of your tight cunt. You smirked as you leaned over his cheek, your hands now raking up his hard abs and resting on his rough pectorals. You leaned up to his ear. “You know, I kind of liked it when you were really possessive about me,” you whispered before nipping the shell of his ear. König shivered, his fingertips pressed tightly on the plush of your hips.

“R-Really?” he murmured, his face still remaining a deep shade of red.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you trailed kisses down his sharp jawline. You circled your hips slightly and flexed your walls around his cock. König groaned between gritted teeth as he clutched your hips in a vice grip. His jaw was slack as you continued to dance on his quivering length. “Maybe you could show me…who exactly I belong to?” you mused as you lightly pinched the corner of his jaw with your teeth. He was still for a moment, chest rising and falling as silence hung over the room.

You yelped as you felt him grab you and spin you around. Your back was soon planted on the mattress as he crawled on top of you. König’s chest heaved as he lined his member back to your entrance. His cock was rock-solid, his cherry-red tip weeping with precum as he dragged it to your lips.

“Listen here, Schatz. You belong to me,” he emphasized the last word with a sharp thrust into your cunt. Your mouth formed into a silent “O” as his head slammed into your cervix. Your boyfriend panted above you as he drilled his cock into your tight hole, his lips now latching onto your nipple and sucking hard.

“Meine, meine, meine,” he moaned ceaselessly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with every melodic groan, every delicious thrust into your plush, aching walls. His ball slapped against your asshole as he sped up. You felt him spit on your clit before he rubbed his thumb over the swollen button.

“König,” you moaned. He smirked against your breast as he drove into you at a rapid pace, his thumb dancing over your clit.

“That’s right. Say my name, liebling. Tell me who you belong to while you cum on this cock you love so much,” he groaned. Your mind grew numb as your walls constricted, tighter and tighter. Every cell in your body coursed with lava as your back arched off the mattress.

“KÖNIG!” you screamed as your high crashed over you. His eyes never left you, enraptured by the way you writhed beneath him, your walls contracting around him while your nails raked down his back.

“F-Fuck, (Y/N)!” he groaned as his body began to grow stiff. Your mountain of a man suddenly slammed his cock into you one last time. A primal growl escaped his lips while his member twitched inside of you. Both of you moaned as he filled you with rope after rope of his thick, warm cum. You drank up the feeling of fullness, blushing furiously when you gazed down to see where your wet sexes joined. König panted above you before he dove into your lips.

“Schatz…are you alright? I’m so sorry. I was too rough, wasn’t I?” König panicked as he looked you over for any signs of pain. You laughed and pecked his lips.

“No, God no-that was amazing,” you exhaled. He smiled sheepishly as he captured your lips with his own. You whimpered when he slipped his cock out of you, his cum dribbling down your thighs and onto the crisp sheets below.

“Did so well for me,” he praised between breaths. He laid down on his side, his arms pulling you to his wide chest. “My Katzchen,” he murmured into your tousled hair. You snuggled against him, his body radiating warmth like no other. Your eyelids felt heavy as you listened to his heartbeat steady.

You were his, and he was yours.

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dreamermonica · 1 year

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BLUE LOCK BOYS + ROMANCE TROPES

—includes isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser (sorry if this asshole's part is freakishly longer than the other boys' parts. favoritism exists in this blog, unfortunately.)

—fem pronouns are used, swearing cause it's me, major crack, fluff, messy attempt at humor, teenage pining and such, god help me t.t

ISAGI YOICHI is definitely childhood friend material. sworn friends ever since diapers, promises of being together till the very end, marriage proposals at the tender age of 6—all that type of cheesy stuff that would get you squealing and have your little feet kicking in the air out of giddiness. but as time goes on with him being set on football and you doing your own thing, the promise gradually gets left behind in your heads, slowly getting buried underneath all the pressure of being an adolescent. the once childish promise only resurfaces during an unexpected reunion—with both of you having achieved your dream careers. will your puppy love rise once more from the depths of your memories and perhaps turn into something...more serious? hah. what are you talking about? this old friend of yours should take you out for a proper dinner first, atleast.

BACHIRA MEGURU with the ugly duckling trope. no friends, seen as an outcast, too eccentric for his other classmates to comprehend—and there's you—the popular and extroverted individual loved and befriended by many others. you as the campus crush, who found an interest in the lonely bowl cut boy. though your curiosity is piqued at first, you were quite reluctant in actually befriending him. with rumors of him being a weirdo—most people often shy'd away from the idea of letting him inside their radars. but you aren't going to let that stop you from—wait, he's actually super sweet? and kind too? surprisingly a huge sweetheart? what kind of plot twist is this?! though the monster he speaks of kind of scares you, you're still terribly attracted like a fly to a light by his strong will to become the best striker in the foreign dimension of soccer. in the end he's just doing what he loves, a good-hearted boy who simply got misunderstood for his obsession with football—oh? why is your heart suddenly picking up its pace?

ITOSHI RIN with...*drum rolls*...quiet kid at the back of your class. 😐 not that surprising is it. anyways, this emo kid is obsessed with soccer, yet still able to keep up with his studies just fine. though he's mostly neutral with everybody, you sometimes fear the he might be plotting all your deaths with that unconventional stare of his that looks like he's constantly displeased. but you eventually come to a conclusion that that isn't the case. you both take the same bus home everyday, and you can confidently confirm that he really just looks like that. the stare only softens when he brings out his phone and starts playing granny or something. not to be a creepy stalker or anything—your field of view just always inconveniently contains him and the contents on his phone! he appears to have a knack for the genre of horror. games, movies, even tutorials. (this lil' cheat—) but of course, for this headcannon to work my way imma have to embarrass you in front of him for chemistry and relationship development purposes :p. so once upon a time, where you're tired as hell after some shit going down in school, you fail to remember your usual spot and slump down onto an open seat beside itoshi rin—who was on his phone paying you zero mind whatsoever, playing a horror game that you recognized to be some popular roblox game. you don't know if it's the tiredness that took over you, or the sole fact that seeing rin play so goddamn horrible on the game got on your nerves up to the point you couldn't hold in your thoughts anymore and outright told him what you'd come to regret in just a few moments—“what the hell, dude. you're terrible. you're supposed to get the key and then—” about to reach for the phone out of sheer frustration, you suddenly pause, realizing what you've just done. oh no. your eyes flicker to his expression and holy crap. rin itoshi is giving you the biggest, bombastic, judgemental, dehumanizing side eye you've ever seen in your life. actually, scratch that—he's full on staring at you like you've just directed 57 slurs at him. you feel like you've shrunk into a mere insect with how intense his stare is, mentally slowly melting into a puddle of shame as you stand up and profusely bow while spewing out pitiful apologies. after a few moments, you hear him heave a deep sigh, you slowly crane your neck up to look at him expectantly—only to find him and his absurdly gorgeous face challengingly raising a brow at you, “then what do you suppose i should do, miss i'm-so-good-at-the-game? please continue.” rin roblox kid confirmed.

ITOSHI SAE as the regular who has caught your eye trope. i really wanted to use childhood friends on this guy with the amount of angst it'd produce but isagi already got the trope so...'eye candy regular at the local coffee shop you work part-time at' trope it is. a bit specific but yeah you get what i mean :). it's hard not to notice this man whenever he comes in with that unfortunately charming blank face of his—so charming that in fact some girls from other nearby schools actually gather to seat themselves and wait for his appearance, shoot their shot with the guy and get immediately shut down with just one cold sweep of his indifferent stare. being pretty sure does have its downsides. you can still feel the shivers from when he full-on glared at a girl who was getting a bit too persistent. you've never really interacted with him aside from taking his regular order, but there's still the underlying fear that he'd cuss you out and embarrass you in front of teenage girls should you get his order wrong so now you have a note plastered onto the wall that always has his regular order tip up to the notch—with a highlighted nickname, “duckbutt james” since you never caught his name. but oh fuck, he sees it one uneventful day and raises a brow at you, nonchalantly and coolly saying that his name is “itoshi sae”. god. is this the part where you roll over and die in shame? why did you even think it was a good idea to put the note in point-blank range?! it's the same as basically shoving it in his face! you think you might pass out—but then suddenly—he smiles. he smiles. what. but it immediately disappears as fast as it came so now you're questioning if you're hallucinating or not. he takes his usual order and heads out once more, but as your head clears itself from the multiple stages of grief you experienced in one singular moment—you think of his name in wonder, finding it terribly familiar. itoshi sae. itoshi sae. itoshi...SAE?! WAIT—

MICHAEL KAISER is definitely enemies to lovers material, change my mind. a football hotshot who has to begrudgingly graduate first before officially signing a contract with the famous german world-wide football team—bastard münchen. at this point in life, he's basically already successful, so he literally just ignores and passes up all opportunities to actually study anything that isn't related to football. he's not a troublemaker perse, but you're convinced the entire faculty staff hates him due to the amount of unnecessary work his laziness spews out, but they would still have to pass him regardless of his lax attitude towards his studies due to the sole fact that the entirety of germany has their eyes on this genius of a prodigy. it was relatively obvious that failing him and delaying his awaited pro-debut would do no good for the name of the school, so he's now spared from the chains of corrupted education. despite being in the same class as him, kaiser was someone you've barely talked to—you both only interacted a grand total of two times. one was regarding a class project, and the other was that time you walked in on him getting confessed to for the what, thousandth time? needless to say, you're both barely acquainted, so being friends was out of the question. besides, it's not like you want to befriend him anyway (y/n moment)—you were both complete opposites. you were a study freak, and he was an infamous prodigy who had a passion for kicking a ball—he's the emperor who lived in a completely different world from your mundane life as a mere commoner in his story.

*rubs hands together* now it's time to get even more delusional, folks. it's just supposed to be a normal day but oh nooo, you're now both forced to fully acknowledge each other's presence after a teacher falsely accuses both of you and sends you to detention—highly biased should you add. it's one of those low teachers that act passive aggressively with his early success. it's bound to get people jealous, but shouldn't you be proud as a teacher? whatever. all that you know is that you're now both stuck in detention and you're blaming him now. you know very well you're both completely innocent so for what exactly are you blaming him? absolutely nothing. you're just bored and michael kaiser was your only source of entertainment in this bland and empty classroom. jabs are thrown around from across the room as you are unable to initiate conversation without you throwing an insult everytime he attempts to flirt with you. you asked him to be quiet? babe, he's going to do the exact opposite. you asked him to shut the fuck up? he'll say the typical 'make me'. your sanity is all but squeezed out of your entire being by the time your detention is over, finally being dismissed for the day until he stops you from actually leaving the room by holding your shoulder in place and asks for your number with a playful wink. you want to slap him, maybe kick his shins, roundhouse him in the face and run away but with the knowledge that you'll both still be meeting in your class the next day is a bitter reminder that you should atleast try to remain civil with this young and growing superstar if you want to survive the school year. albeit begrudgingly—you punch down your numbers into his phone (you put a random number in at first but he quickly confirms it to be false when your phone doesn't receive the message he sent just in-case. tsk.) and immediately leave the premises after he cracks a joke about seeing him tomorrow night for dinner.

unbeknownst to you, he was the one who put the anonymous tip in the school's online forum that falsely landed both of you in detention—all just to get some alone time with you and grab your number without attracting too much unnecessary attention because oh my lord he's genuinely interested in someone who isn't a part of his football kingdom?? wowowowowow

sae reawakened my duckbutt (sasuke) phase ong (also reader doesn't know what the world-class midfielder sae looks like, only his name so that's why she was shocked)

#my bllk phase is THRIVING #and it's all because of this fruity german twink named michael jackson #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #bllk x you #har❗fiction

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konigceo · 8 months

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your first time with the colonel♡

lala's notes : when will the day come when i write an actual fic *sigh* MINNA APPROVED™️

cw : könig x afab!reader, smut, edging (kinda), unprotected sex, könig doesn't let u take him all, he doesn't cum :(, mein liebe as a petname, i call him peepaw like one time bc that man is at least in his late 30s!!!!!!, under 13 do not interact, I AM 15 YEARS OLD IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!

your first time with könig is so cute and soft :( he takes his tiiiiiiime you guys! he checks in so often and takes it sooo slow you might even get frustrated;; he just wants to make sure his love is feeling the best they ever will, that's all. könig would never even dare putting it all in the first time. he spends so long prepping you with his fingers and tongue, making you cum at least 2 times. he needs you to be as relaxed as you can be in order for this to be as smooth as possible after all :(

he makes youㅡnoㅡpractically forces you take only half of him, no matter how much you might beg him. "shh, mein liebe. you know better than to take all of me, do you not?" it doesn't matter if you take half or all of him though, he'll make you cum just as hard on either.

könig would never tell you that he has to edge himself when you're half way on his cock. he puts all his effort into not cumming so fast :( it's been so long since peepaw has had a good fucking and it's soo hard to contain himself when you're a mess for him.

könig works through the slight ache though, and makes sure you cum first. it's not proper for him to get to cum so fast. you couldn't care less, with how good his hips are rolling onto yours, and his fingers toying with your clit.

your orgasm rushes onto you unexpectedly, the pleasure overwhelming your body. the way you squeeze around könig makes his head faint. "mein liebe.. i- mphh..." he lets out a slight whimper. his head is filled with you, and only you. he knows better than to keep going, though. he's worked your body to a limit, and you know that, too.

könig slowly pulls his still hard cock out of your slick hole, admiring the sight in front of him. your pretty pussy all dripping for him, a faint ring of slick on the base of his cock :( he fucked you too good, didn't he? but if that was only half of him, imagine how heavenly taking his full length would be!!

könig lays next to you on your shared bed, trying his best to ignore the ache in his cock. he even thinks of rushing to the bathroom to get a quick release before sleep, but remembers you need a bath first. könig lifts you into his arms and draws a hot bath for you, making sure his love feels truly like his loved one.

könig presses a chaste kiss to your forehead as you melt into his arms, cherishing the lovely moment♡

(he in fact did jerk off in the middle of the night after u fell asleep)

comments & reblogs r always appreciated (๑>؂•̀๑)

#lala speaks ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖#könig x afab!reader #konig x afab!reader #könig smut #konig smut #könig #konig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #haha badly translated german go brr #i don't know the word count #this is bleh #peepaw könig haha

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ivoovu · 9 months

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Okay here‘s the promised list of German nicknames.

Feel free to Tag other German speaking characters if you repost , I could only think of König at the moment.

Masculine words will be in blue, feminine in red. Gender neutral in green. I also put a few swear words and general German language rules at the end, including why talking in gender neutral is impossible in German. I tried to explain everything as simply as I can.

And while I‘m at it, let me put it out that, even if it‘s super obvious, you can mix up the nicknames, so even if you have a fem reader you can use fem AND gn nicknames. It may be obvious but I still wanted to point it out.

12/12/23: I‘m gonna update this, re-word some things and add other nicknames, just so you know

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my (be)loved : mein liebster / meine liebste

my love/my dear : meine Liebe / mein Liebling

(however, if you were to say for example : „my dear y/n” the German translation would be : „mein lieber y/n / meine liebe y/n”)

In the same sense, "The Love of my life" would be: Die Liebe meines Lebens , even if the reader is masc. or fem. It‘s confusing, I know.

my treasure (a very German nickname) (and to a certain degree it means 'dear' as well) (you can also use it for 'honey'): mein Schatz. You can also use just 'Schatz', e.g. : „Schatz, kannst du das für mich holen?” (translation: "Dear/Honey, could you get this for me?")

baby (yea Germans use it too) : Baby/Babe

my bunny (albeit in English a very uncommon nickname, it is very common and normal in Germany) : mein Hasi / Hase / Häschen (i will explain the words with 'chen' at the end)

my angel : mein Engel / Engelchen

my bear (again I think a very uncommon nickname in English, but pretty common in German) (but I also have to mention that the nickname my bear is not something youngster use, it‘s more of a people in their 40's & 50's type of thing now) : mein Bär / Bärchen

you cutie : du süßer / du süße

you are cute : du bist süß

if you want to JUST say 'cute' or 'adorable', you can use one of these : süß / niedlich / knuffig (although knuffig is a extremely cute/adorable endearment and would most probably be used only in private) (and yes you can say „du bist niedlich / knuffig” if you wanna say 'you are cute‘ too)

a nickname that women use for their men or men for their men but rarely men for their women (probably because the men are usually the taller/bigger ones) is 'big one' (I will give the translation for the 'men for their women' regardless) : mein großer / meine große . This is mainly used when the one person is worried about the other person, e.g. : „Alles okay mein großer? Alles okay meine große?”, (translation: 'Everything okay, big one?')but I‘m sure it can be used in a normal and/or s3xual manner as well. I have also heard people call their dogs & kids „mein großer / meine große”, so do with it what you will.

little one: kleiner / kleines

To mirror the "Big one", you could also say little one, a different little one from the previously mentioned nickname. Because the "Big one" is actually "My Big One" so "My little one" would be : mein kleiner / meine kleine. I know it‘s a bit confusing but please bear with me. It‘s all about the situation. If, e.g., König says "Little one, sit down" you would write "Kleiner / Kleines, sit down". However, if in a situation he says sth like "My little one, are you injured?", the version w german words would be "Mein kleiner / Meine kleine, are you injured?“. Not that much difference except the fact that the fem version looses the s at the end, I just wanted to point that out.

good girl : gutes Mädchen (but technically you could also use : braves Mädchen)

good boy : guter Junge (other version would be : braver Junge) (to elaborate : brav means ‚well-behaved', but to translate good girl/good boy, both gut&brav can be used, so pick your fighter)

from here on out, I‘m gonna quickly translate a few nicknames which are usually not used in Germany but you can because at the end of the day it’s free game. And let me use this moment to clarify that even though all of these words are gender neutral, it is gender neutral towards the reader, that means the words themselves have a gender. But since the gender is not directed towards the reader but the gender of the other word, be it an object or living being, it is considered gender neutral. I‘ll try showcasing it with the first example.

my pearl : meine Perle (the word Pearl in German is Perle and it has a gender, it is feminine. However, when using it as an endearment or nickname, it is counted as gender neutral) (I previously mentioned the nickname 'my angel‘ and it is in the same category. Angel in German means Engel and it‘s masculine, but as an endearment it‘s gender neutral) (I could get into the why‘s and elaborate but I feel like it would cause unnecessary confusion).

my sunshine : mein Sonnenschein

my flower : meine Blume

my world : meine Welt

my one and everything : mein ein und alles

Okay I think I am done with the nicknames? If you have any specific nicknames you‘d like me to translate let me know. Also just an fyi but you can use all of the nicknames without the 'my' before it. Like, you can make a character call the reader just „Blume” or just „Engelchen”.

Now let me elaborate on 'chen‘ that‘s at the end of some words, like 'Bärchen', 'Häschen' or 'Engelchen'. Simply put, it cute-ify‘s the words. You have Bär (Bear) and Bärchen turns it into, loosely translated, 'little Bear'. The 'chen‘ at the end makes it sound more endearing and fitting for a lover, yk? You should also be aware that you cannot really add 'chen‘ to anything. I mean, of course, you could turn Regen (Rain) into Regenchen, grammatically it would be correct and it can be used as a nickname but no one would do that so it just stands out and is weird, you feel me? But hey if you wanna use that in your fanfiction, go ahead. German speaking folks will just raise their brow at it.

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Now onto the swear words. Some you‘ll be familiar with if you know König‘s Voice Lines, but I still added them nevertheless.

Fuck you : Fick dich

Fuck : Fuck (Yea we just took that over from the English folks…, don‘t use just „Fick” from „Fick dich”, it is a smart move but incorrect)

Shit : Scheiße

Kiss my Ass : Leck mich am Arsch (which translated actually means lick my ass but the translation for Kiss my Ass is still „Leck mich am Arsch”)

Son of a Bitch : Hurensohn

Daughter of a Bitch : Hurentochter (though Hurensohn has become gender neutral and the more commonly used one, so you can use it when your character just got hurt or is actually insulting someone, regardless of their gender)

Asshole : Arschloch

Bitch/Slut : Hure, Schlampe

Translated it means Dog, but it’s used like how you‘d use Bitch : Hund / Hündin (tho Hündin is more popular) (Hündin is a female dog but like Hurensohn, it has become somewhat gender neutral)

Idiot : Idiot, Blödmann, Schwachkopf (though I do have to mention that Blödmann and Schwachkopf (at least I feel like?) is mainly used by little kids while adults just stick to Idiot)

Just a few swear words. What‘s next on the Agenda? Oh right, simple German rules.

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Let me start off by explaining why gender neutral is so hard or impossible in German. To all of our writes here, you can ABSOLUTELY write a fan fiction, be it a 4 chapter type of thing or just a few bullet points, with a gender neutral reader if you stick to the gn endearments (could be from this list or some other). However, in real life, it works a bit different since you have to use other words to communicate with others. Let me explain it by using an example.

Someone who‘s a teacher would introduce themselves as "Hello, my Name is First Name Last Name and I‘m a Teacher". In German however, it is a bit different since the German word for Teacher is Lehrer & it means male Teacher. Female Teacher would be Lehrerin. There is no gender neutral Teacher, it‘s either Lehrer or Lehrerin. Same goes with anything else. Be it a Doctor (Arzt/Ärztin), Police Officer (Polizist/Polizistin) or a construction worker (Bauarbeiter/Bauarbeiterin). And yes, as you‘ve noticed, the female versions all end with a '-in', that‘s a good & easy way to recognize them. And even if you‘re not talking about Jobs, your gender and the other words' gender will change the way word are conjugated, and thus it makes it impossible to talk in gender neutral terms.

Next thing on the list is the way words are written. Just like in English, Names of people & places, food, nicknames etc. are all written down with the first letter being big, the rest being small. In the German language it does have a bit more importance than in English, since the difference helps us tell what is a place/person & what is a adjective etc. For example, we have this lovely sentence "In essen essen gehen." I just wrote that incorrectly so you could see my point. The correct way of spelling would be "In Essen essen gehen" (transl: Going to eat in Essen). Essen is a city but when written in small captions, it‘s the verb for eating. And don‘t get me wrong, most Germans can tell apart what word is the place/destination even if everything is written in small letters simply by the order of the words. And it‘s not like König fanfictions are all written in German, heck it’s always a few words which is FINE. So let me tell you that writing all German letters in small captions is FINE, us Germans still know what the hell is going on. This is just something I have noticed and thought I’d mention. But, again, if you write all in small letters it is not the end of the world, it’d only be 98% correct and there isn‘t really a German out there who’d be all "Aw gawd damn, they wrote all letters in small captions so now I cannot enjoy this work from the author anymore." Again, it‘s all cool, I just wanted to point it out. Stuff like nicknames, names, are all written in first letter being big. I have made sure to pay attention to that on my list.

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I think I‘m done? I don‘t think I forgot anything. Again, if there are any specific nicknames, words or sentences you‘d like me to translate, hit me up. And I literally mean that, like you don’t have to worry about „Oh god will I annoy them?“, because I genuinely enjoy doing stuff like that. I can also proofread German words/sentences, just let me know what to check.

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