#Sorry if something's off about the phrases in German

[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW!nightcrawler/GN!AFAB!reader

This is my fic for mine and @pompeii-for-elephants ' fic exchange!! Hope you like it!!! I know I said I was surprised at myself when I wrote the cable smut, but this??? HOT DAYMN. Also, special thanks to @blue-devil-of-the-lord for their guide on german phrases for Kurt!

TWS: MNDI!!! Very tender Sex, PNV sex, shower handjobs, praise, cowgirl position, Nipple sucking, creampie. Kurt Wagner marry me I'm begging you

 You hated goodbyes, but worse than the goodbyes was the waiting. The nail-biting, anxious, unbelievably horrid waiting. 

  Kurt had been off on a mission with Logan and Rogue for about two weeks. You know it could be worse, understanding that some of these missions can take months at a time, but still. It was hard, being away from him for so long. You worried constantly about how he was, if he was okay, and if he needed anything. The moments where your mind was busy were moments of relief, as when you let your mind wander it always wandered back to him. 

  You’ve just dismissed your class for the day when Jean psychically gives you confirmation that the group of them would be coming home today, and you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. You’re almost done grading assignments when you hear the jet above the school and practically scramble out of your chair. You hastily turn off the light and close the door, speed-walking down the hallway and then down the stairs to the bottom floor. You’re almost at the steps of the basement when you hear a *Bamf!* from behind you. You practically skid to a stop, whipping around and catching sight of Kurt with an excited smile.

  You’re the first to tackle him into a hug. He hisses in a bit of pain, and you quickly try to pull away when you realize that he’s hurting. He’s not having any of it though, keeping you held tightly against his chest as he holds you close.

  “Ich habe dich vermisst.” Kurt says, pressing his face into your hair and breathing you in. “I went to your classroom, but it seems that I had been just a tad too late.” You laugh at that, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling away just enough to see his face. His smile is contagious, and you cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing your thumb against a dark bruise that looks to be forming under his cheekbone. 

 “Sorry to lead you on a chase. How are you feeling?” You ask. Kurt hums, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. 

  “Better now that I’ve seen you, Schatz.” You cock an eyebrow at that, and all he does is give you an innocent smile, albeit a tired one. You’re trying to be reasonable here, but god if it wasn't for a wave of cuteness aggression. You catch his lips in a kiss, so very thankful to have him back home. Kurt eagerly returns it, and you’ve certainly forgotten that this is still a school at this point. On cue, there’s a cough from somewhere behind you, and you separate from Kurt, only slightly embarrassed to be caught. It’s Logan, giving the two of you a knowing look and a bit of a smirk as he crosses his arms.

 “Sorry to interrupt the reunion, but you’re still needed for the mission report, elf.” Logan says. Kurt winces, and you frown at the thought of being away from him again. But, procedures were in place for a reason. Kurt kisses you on the cheek, taking your hands in his just briefly before he has to leave.

The whole afternoon has gone by with Kurt still caught up with his responsibilities. You’re getting ready for the shower with only a towel wrapped around you when you hear Kurt enter your shared room. He gives you a greeting that sounds tired, and you can’t help but peek out of the bathroom door, spotting sweet Kurt as he sighs and sits on the bed, exhausted. You try not to stare as he begins to take off his suit, but it’s admittedly hard. You frown at seeing his exhaustion, and the dark purple bruises that he reveals as he peels out of the clothing. You think for a moment, but come up with something you decide was more than fair.

  “I’ll see you as soon as I can, Ja?” He whispers. You nodd, smiling in a way you hope is rather reassuring. He smiles back, before following Logan back into the basement.

  “Hey, Kurt?” You ask sweetly, leaning against the doorway. 

  “Yes, love?” He asks. He does a double take when he looks up, giving you a tired smile once his surprise wears off.

  “Join me?” You add on. His bright smile is all you need as an answer, and he scrambles to get out of the suit faster as you walk back into the bathroom. He teleports behind you as you start the water, dragging you backward into his arms to make you giggle.

  “Let me help you with that, Mein Schatz.” Kurt says as he unravels the towel from you. He hangs it on the rack before turning back to you, and you can’t help but get closer to him, holding his face in your hands as you place a kiss on his forehead. His yellow eyes watch you fondly, his hands falling on your hips and his tail swaying happily as you hold him. Your hands stroke his cheekbones, before trailing down to his chest, rubbing your thumbs across his collarbones as you look at the bruises on his chest and abdomen. You frown, trailing a hand to the area to gingerly stroke the skin.

  “You let Hank check you out?” You ask. Kurt nods, taking your hand in his own and pressing it over his heart.

  “Alles ist gut, Don’t worry for me, Liebchen. I’ll heal soon enough.” He says, and you sigh at him, giving him a concerned look. Kurt had always been a defender and protector, and yet he still brushed off his aches and pains. Even now he stands here, telling you not to worry. He gives you a sheepish smile, brushing a hand through your hair soothingly.

  “It’s wash night. Let me wash your hair for you?” He asks. You smile, but shake your head before pulling him to the shower.

  “I was hoping I could take care of you tonight.” You say. Kurt simply chuckles in response, following you into the warm stream of water. You start by washing his hair, being careful around his ears and eyes when you rinse. Kurt has no complaints as you lavish him with attention, almost purring as you wash him and cover him in suds. You turn him around to wash his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before continuing. You can’t help but be a little cheeky, hands trailing down south, teasing the skin around his hipbones before sliding back to grab a handful of his ass. Kurt jumps a little but only laughs, his tail swatting your hands away.

  “Cheeky.” He remarks, and you can tell he’s smiling. You let out a small “Can you blame me?” before your hands travel back around his front. You kiss the back of his neck sweetly as your hands wander up and down his abdomen. Kurt sighs as he leans back into you, relaxing in your arms.

  Your hands begin to wander, trailing down to his cock as you just barely brush your fingers along his length. Kurt gasps, tail curling around one of your thighs as his head leans back.

  “Schatz…”

  “Tell me to stop, and I will.” You whisper into his ear, hands moving to his thighs, tracing the sensitive skin. “I know you’re tired, so just… let me know.”

  “No... no. Please, continue.” He begs, the tip of his tail swaying idly between your thighs. You kiss the skin below his ear as you begin to caress him again, gently stroking him to hardness amongst the soapy suds. His gasps and choked moans are lighting a fire inside of you as you stoke the one in him. You nip and suck on the sensitive skin of his ear, addicted to the feeling of him against you, and the sounds he makes in your hold. 

  He lets out a curse as you thumb the head of his cock, collecting a bead of precum as you stroke it back down his shaft. Your other hand drifts a bit lower, teasing his balls before you give them a gentle squeeze. Kurt lets out a little “-ah!” and a whine as you build him closer and closer to the finish line. His cock twitches in your hands, his breath coming in shaky pants. His hands reach back for your thighs, clenching and unclenching as he reaches closer to his peak. You pick up the pace of your strokes, and he lets out a loud whine when he cums. You stroke and kiss him through it, sucking a hickey into his skin as his hips thrust and legs shake. His cum coats your fingers when you’re finished, sticky and creamy in consistency. 

  “Feel better?” You ask. Kurt chuckles in response, taking one of your hands in his own, still coated in his cum. He kisses it before ducking it into the stream of water, cleaning your hands off before he turns around and kisses you. His tail wraps around your waist as he draws you as close as possible, only letting you go once he's had his fill.

  “Let me have you,” He whispers. “Please.” You're breathless at the words, biting your lip as you think it over. You kiss him again, and then a second time for good measure.

  “I don't want you to strain yourself. You've had a long day.” You tell him. Kurt pouts at you. His tail tightens slightly around your waist. You sigh with a smile at the look he gives you, his eyes half-lidded and needy. 

  “Okay, but I just want you to lay back and relax, alright? Let me do the work.” Your palms are set on his pecs, slowly sliding up and down the area. “Let me take care of you for a change.” You whisper. Kurt smiles at you, his tail unwrapping from your waist as he backs you up to the wall of the shower. He's got you cornered into the wall, and he brings a hand up, shutting off the water after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

  “As you wish.” He says.

  It's hard to keep up with what's happening between the shower and the bed, but once his back hits the sheets, you're engulfing him in love and praise, thankful to have him home and happy to serve him pleasure on a silver platter.

“You're so pretty, Kurt.” You hum, actively kissing across his fuzzy abs, a hand tracing the soft hair of his happy trail as you pay extra attention to the deep bruises he came home with. Kurt’s chest heaves, his hands clenching the pillow at his head as you lavish him in attention. The sight of him was stunning. Deep blue skin and pretty black curls… Kurt gasps underneath you as you drag your teeth bluntly across his nipple, and you can't help but smile at the sound. He's rock hard underneath you, flushed a pretty purple at his tip as his cock stands at attention. You don't let him stay painfully hard, stroking him slowly to scratch that itch he so desperately deserves to have scratched. 

  One of his hands unclenches from the pillow as you start to press kisses to his cock, teasing and licking the skin. The limb flexes by his hip, and you take the invitation to lace his fingers between your own. It was a bit awkward to figure out when the two of you first started dating, but there was no mountain you weren't willing to climb if it meant returning the love he gave you in such abundance. You know he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed. You stroke him a few final times, kissing the sensitive head of his cock and sucking it into your mouth as one last effort to hear him whine before you’re straddling him.

  You grind your wet folds against his cock, perhaps a little more sensitive than usual. Kurt's lost in a world of pleasure, desperately trying to keep his eyes open to watch you. You're absolutely soaked, already feeling like you could take him in entirely, but you continue to grind against him, spreading your slick across his shaft to make sure that there won't be any struggle on either end. His other hand comes down to rest on your hip, kneading the skin as you move. You squeeze your intertwined hands, resting your free one on top of the one he's placed on your hip.

  “I love your hands, you know that?” You murmur. Kurt responds with a moan as his hips jerk up, moving against yours. “-and your arms, your tail, and fuzz and- a-ah…” You bite your lip as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You're beginning to get impatient, even though you were the one who chose this pace in the first place. He just felt so good and warm against you- hitting all the right spots without even being inside you yet.

  “Please, love, let me- hng… I enjoy your words, and your praise, but perhaps too much. Spare me, please.” Kurt breathes. His grip on your hip has gotten rather tight, his tail winding around your thigh once again, like he does when he doesn't quite know what to do with it. He's waiting for you, you realize, and you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly.

  Instead, you do exactly what he asks for, and spare him. The head of his cock notches against your slit before he slides in without any effort, settling in comfortably for the both of you. Both of your moans greet the air at the action, surprised at the utter lack of resistance. You'd think that you'd have to be well prepared for this kind of thing, but no, seems that all you needed was Kurt.

  “That was… You feel…” Kurt’s struggling to get the words across, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure. You're trying your hardest not to balance yourself by leaning on him as you begin to slowly work your hips.

  “Believe- me, you did most of the -ah- work, handsome.” You say breathlessly. Kurt’s yellow eyes flicker open as you start moving earnestly, watching you ride him with conviction. Both of you moan when he happens to hit that spongy spot inside of you that feels so good. 

  “Danke, danke… Love- ah, fuck!” Kurt moans, his voice coming out breathlessly toward the end of his sentence. He doesn't curse like that very often, and it makes a flicker of heat light you up from the inside.

  “So good Kurt, you feel so good.” You gasp, each bounce of your hips causing his cock to stroke your insides just right. His hand on your hip begins to move up to your waist before it goes further to just barely brush against your sensitive nipples. You gasp again at the feeling, letting out an almost embarrassing moan.

  You're caught by surprise as Kurt is sitting up, letting go of your other hand to push you against him. He leans forward, his tail now flicking excitedly behind him as he sucks and nips at the skin of your chest. You rest your hands against his shoulders as you pick up the pace of your hips, addicted to the feeling of Kurt’s hums and moans as he sucks on your nipples.

  “I’m…I'm close-” Kurt barely separates from your body to say the words, his hands clenching against you has he begins to tense and twitch.

  “Ye-Yeah?” You ask, one hand tangling itself in his still-damp hair. “Okay, handsome- ah- I've got you.” You can feel him begin to twitch inside of you, each and every movement bringing both of you to your peaks. Kurt lets go of your chest as he kisses his way up to your mouth, catching you in an urgent and passionate kiss.

  “Cum for me, please.” You say in between his kisses. He simply moans in response as your hips begin to falter, a telltale sign that you're about to reach that sweet, sweet pleasure.

  Kurt cums first, tensing and shaking underneath you as spurts of his cum warm your insides. He brings a thumb to your clit to help you meet your own orgasm as you work him through his. Stars flash in your eyes as you hit that peak of pleasure, grinding against him, once, twice, three more times before you collapse against his chest. Kurt chuckles contently beneath you, rubbing your back and kissing the parts of you he can reach as you rest against him.

  “You okay?” You ask the moment you're back down to earth again. “I didn't hurt you in any way, did I?” Kurt shakes his head at you, leaning back to look you in the eyes.

  “No, not at all, Liebling.” He says fondly. “I'm not sure you could if you tried.” You can't help but smile at that, sighing into him as you rest against his chest. It feels good to have him back. He slips out of you before he lays both of you back down against the cushions, where you take your chance to pepper his face with kisses.

  “Ich liebe dich.” He says softly. “So much. Much more than you know.”

  “I love you more.”

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[qualcosadelgenere]

My boy, I love him.

He strikes me as the guy that's usually pretty chill and unbothered by anything. He looks stoic and serious, but he's chaotic on the inside. His and Pierre's favorite hobby is bullying Edgar, yet outside of that, it's war.

His surname as previously stated in one of my early posts about him is of Polish origins (literally means Polish/from Poland) and according to that, I like to think that he moved with his family from his home country, Poland, to Germany when he was little, maybe around 6-7 years old. He had to learn to speak German as he started to go to school there. It would bring some really interesting dynamics, and add a somewhat relatable backstory for many immigrant children (and their families) that had to start from zero in another country.

*German: "Morning, my little Polish mountain flower!!"

**Polish: "Check it out, dude."

#inazuma eleven #jonas polak #ffi #Brockenborg #Sorry if something's off about the phrases in German #French and Polish #Also I know mon amí is not even used in France as a way to address people #But I hc that Pierre really enjoys living up to French clichés

[hxjikonn]

Could I request Vil, Rook, Kalim, Idia and Jamil with an s/o that speaks their (the boys') native language when flirting?

A/n: This idea is rlly cute but a small warning y’all, I do not speak German, French, or Arabic😭💀 I’m gonna be using apps, websites, and google translate to help me so if you speak any of these languages feel free to correct me, that would be VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! Also I’m sorry I had to cut this to 4 characters only ;-; I’ll try to add Idia’s one in a separate post if I have time!

(@/l1ttleclouds helped a lot with the french, @/hivequeenb33 for the corrections in german and @/sugary-bluebell for the corrections in Arabic tysm🥹♥︎)

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Say that again…

☆Staring☆: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Kalim Al Asim, and Jamil Viper

Synopsis: Their reaction to GN!Reader flirting using their native language.

Warnings/Heads up: I do not speak any of these languages and am using translators, it might be cringe cuz I’m using phrases off google💀😭

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was stressed about a photoshoot, usually he loves them, the flashes of cameras, praises from the photographers, people crowding around him to make sure everything is perfect, and the clothes. But as of now he’s frustrated because of Neige Leblanche stealing his spotlight, people praising him just sounded like noise in Vil’s ears.

You watched him fumble around his vanity mirror, fixing his hair, retouching his eye shadow, “Can you believe it potato? I was the only one who’s supposed to have a photoshoot today, then he came, ugh suddenly everyone’s attention was on him…” he said the tone of bitterness lingers in his voice.

“My attention isn’t” you pouted, walking up behind him. He expression softens, this only happens with you, he picks up another make up brush but you stopped it with your hand, slowly putting it down “Put it down…” you said “I’m not done potato I need to look-“ “Liebling, Du siehst umwerfend aus” you interrupted him and kissed his cheek

He froze, blinking a couple of times and snapping his fingers making sure he was awake… “What did you say?” He looked back at you, spinning his chair to see you better, you giggled “I said you looked stunning” you were about to walk away but then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back “No that wasn’t what you said…” he replied “It was!” You defended “Yeah but not that way…” he stood up in front of you “Say that again…” he stared down at you softly…anticipation bubbling in him…

“Liebling…” you started, “Du siehst umwerfend aus” You finished pecking his lips right after earning a smirk from him. He completely forgot that he was mad at something… “see? you don’t even need the blush” you teased pointing out the fluttering pink painted on his cheeks….he chuckled “oh is that so? Well…I think you need a little color on your lips…” he cupped your face as he bent down slightly to kiss you. “Vil! You’re up!” the photographer called out, Making him pull away as he rolled his eyes “Ugh…wrong timing” he half yelled

You laughed softly, “Go…” you motioned him to leave you for now, he smiled “Alright, hold on, let me just reapply my lipstick” he called out, still looking at you, your lips now tinted with the lipstick he put on earlier…you placed a featherlight kiss on the back of his hand as a form of an unspoken ‘good luck’ and he replies with a smile squeezing your hand before he lets go and walks to the photoshoot while applying lipstick.

Needless to say he did very well even if there was a photo where he and Neige had to be in one shot, when he sees you watching in the background, remembering what you said to him, he doesn’t even care anymore. He has all your attention, and he knows it.

Rook Hunt

It was sunset, and you two were still practicing, you couldn’t let yourself give up without hitting that red dot in the middle of the target…he readjusts you posture again…lifting you arms slightly, as he looks forward to see if the angle is right, while his hands rested on your waist…

No wonder you couldn’t hit the damn target…Rook is a very distracting teacher…he noticed that since you lost your aim again…he adjusted it back, tilting the bow upward a little with one hand…while his other hand still rests on you waist. “Mon amour, Concentre-toi…..” he whispered slightly teasing you of course, he knows what he’s doing.

“J'aimerais bien, mais tu es trop distrayant” you whispered back firing the arrow, he was caught off guard, staring off into the distance in shock, as your arrow hits the target he snaps out of his trance. “YES!” you cheered “I DID IT!! SEE???” You pointed happily to the arrow that pierced through the red dot on the target, excitement coursing through your veins.

“Mon ange….” He called out to you while slowly walking towards you “Did you just speak french or was I just too hypnotized by your beauty that I started hearing things?” He asked, you giggle and cupped his face… “Oui, je parlais français..” And kissed his nose, he felt like he was shot by cupid once again, Rook Hunt, was love-struck…

“Oh mon Dieu! I think I fell in love with you all over again” he said to you while also cradling your face in his hands…you swore you almost saw hearts in his eyes, he pulled you close to him as he leaned in to kiss you “AGHHH CAN YOU TWO KISS LATER I’M HUNGRY!!! Y/N PROMISED ME TUNA WHEN THEY FINALLY HIT A BULLSEYE” Grim shouted…

You both broke into a fit of laughter, “Awww poor kitty” you went to Grim and teased him scratching behind his ears “Stopppp!! I’m a powerful mage you know???? I can set you on fire!!” He said while swaying his paws back and forth to shoo you away “Monsieur Fuzzball is hangry, we should get him his promised tuna” Rook said while picking up the arrows on the grass and putting it back in his arrow quiver.

“Yes! Yes you should do that right now! Then you two can kiss for the rest of the day and I wont bother you, sound good?” Grim negotiated “Yes that would be quite pleasant Monsieur Fuzzball” Rook laughed as he grabbed you hand “We’ll go get it right away, won’t we Mon amour?” Rook said to you, you knew he was a little upset that he didn’t get to kiss you so you chuckled and nodded “yes.”

“GREAT! Now stop making googooly eyes at each other and lets go!” Grim shouted as he ran, thrilled by the tuna he has yet to receive. You two laughed and followed behind him, hand in hand.

Kalim Al Asim

You are fighting for your life right now…Kalim clinging on to your waist stopping you from walking out of Scarabia’s doors as he weighs you down while you drag your and his weight attempting to leave.

“Kalim I have to go” you said clutching on to the door frame “Why??? Scarabia is much more comfy than Ramshackle just stay with me” he whines, “Grim’s gonna go hungry, can you live with yourself if my cat dies of hunger??” You guilt tripped him, hoping he’d let you go.

“I’LL ASK JAMIL TO BRING GRIM HERE JUST PLEASE DONT LEEEEAVVEEE” He practically yells as he begs for you to stay “I’ll come back to tomorrow…” you got tired and plopped on to the floor as he further tightens his hold on your waist, burying his face on your lap, “I’ll go a whole night without you here, if you can sleep knowing that than do I even matter to you??” He dramatically says, muffled because he still has his face on your lap.

You sighed and ran your fingers through his hair… “ ‎أَنتَ تَعني الكَثير لي حبيبي (You mean so much to me, my love)” you softly whispered to him, he looked up at you, letting go of your waist and sitting up right to meet your eyes. You were smiling at his expression.

A pigmented flustered hue shyly shows up on his cheeks and his eyes were filled with a whole rollercoaster of emotions, you let out a small laugh and a pecked his lips to bring him back from the love struck void he was falling into

“Kalim? You there?” You asked chuckling while cupping his face with both your hands, “Marry me.” He blurted out without warning, you stiffen for awhile not expecting that, but you saw his eyes twinkling and you burst out laughing earning a pout from him.

“I’m sorry you just looked so cute أميري (my prince) ” you apologized, he felt like melting, He crawled his way back into your arms, nuzzling into your neck, he could feels like his heart could beat out of his chest at this point. “Now you really cant leave…not after you said all that.” He protested.

You sighed in defeat, “Okay…Alright…I’ll stay…” you said, playing with his hair again “Forever?” He asked “For the night, Kalim, I can’t move out of Ramshackle” you laughed “I will marry you one day yknow?” He said, “I know” you answered kissing the crown of his head. “أحبكِ (ily)” he says to you, “أنا احبك (ilyt)” you say back to him.

Jamil Viper

It was a normal day for you two, well to be honest a “normal day” is rare in NRC, with Jamil having to deal with his responsibilities to Kalim, and you being Crowly’s erand runner, you two rarely have time to see or spend time with each other.

Right now though is different, for once you two had somewhat of a day off, Kalim went back to his hometown to attend an event for the royal family, and Crowly surprisingly didn’t have anything for you today. It was nice…you two sitting in a couch, your back against his back and he has an arm on you shoulder

Both of you are each reading a book right now, it’s quiet, not much words are exchanged but it’s fine you two liked the peaceful silence for once. You’ve just finished yours and you plopped it down your lap with a contented sigh. “You finished it?” He chimes, not looking away from his book, “Yup! All done, you?” You stared up at him “Just 4 more chapters” he said focusing on his book, you just hummed in reply, not wanting to disturb him further.

You shifted you position and laid your head on his chest and he lets you get comfortable again, his other hand tracing circles on your back as you played with the ornaments near the ends of his braids. Your gaze slowly found it’s way back up to his face again, though he feels your stare, he doesn’t really mind but the corners of his lips lift a little.

You admiring you boyfriend and suddenly remembered that one phrase you asked Kalim to translate for you ‎“أَنتَ وَسيمٌ جِدّا حبيبي (you’re so handsome my love)” you mumbled, you were just trying to remember what Kalim said the translation was so you weren’t aware of speaking it outloud.

It hasn’t really registered in his head yet either, so he continues to read his book, “شكرا لك حبي” (thank you, my dear)” he replied simply…you blinked and realized you said it outloud, but you’re happy he heard it so you hummed back happily snuggling into his warmth, but when he heard you hum he finally caught up with what you said earlier

He slowly puts his book down as your words sink into his brain, you looked up at him again questioningly this time “You’re done already? I thought you said there was 4 more cha-“ “Love what did you say just now?” He abruptly cuts you off putting a hand on your cheek looking down at you “I was asking if you were done with your book?” You said confused, “No no before that…” he anticipated your answer…

You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth, you knew what he was talking about, you thought he fully heard you but his expression seem to say otherwise. You smiled up at him and kissed the palm of his hand that was cupping your cheek

“All I said was, ‎أَنتَ وَسيمٌ جِدّا حبيبي (you’re so handsome my love)” you repeated it to him “I thought you heard it cuz you said thank you after” you added giggling.

He huffed in amusement, “Well there goes my book…” he says while putting the book away “what do you mean? you can still read” you said to him, he smiled, pulling you closer to him with his other arm that rested on your waist “No I don’t think I can, you have all my attention now” he mumbled, a soft blush dusted his cheek, an effect from your compliment to him earlier “You’re blushing~” you teased poking his cheek, he chuckled and inched his face closer to you

“Yeah? You don’t say?” He asked sarcastically before kissing you breathless, once he pulled away you were the one blushing, he grins at the sight “there, now we’re even.” He teased as you hit his chest lightly and hide your face in the crook of his neck while he laughs at your expense, you two continued teasing each other for the rest of the day.

A/N: you know the drill: NOT PROOFREAD LMAO 💀 THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE ANON I KNOW THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO POST ;-;

Edit: WTH TYSM FOR 1K 🥹♥︎

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[slasherbozo]

Henlo can u pls write könig secretly using his s/o's fragrant shampoo, soap, ye the whole nine yards, while theyre away?

Sweet-scented König gets separation anxiety whenever you’re gone, to fix this he finds comfort in whatever smells just like you.

warning’s ; gender-neutral reader, not much warning tho just reader being in love with a cute spine breaker, kissing a little there and there.

A/N ; it’s a lil short fic, sorry for that but I do hope you enjoy <3 German phrases stolen from our own mighty god google translator <333

masterlist ♡

König using your shampoo and soap is both silly and flattering to you, its obvious that he’s trying to hide the fact that he is using them. But you’re no idiot to his doings, so when you come home one day after being gone for awhile, his scent hits you. And you realize he identically smells just like you, at first you said nothing, since of course he was your lovely partner and you didn’t mind that your partner uses your own hygiene products from time to time. It also meant the scent was to his liking, and that was even better.

But once your shampoo and soap just began to basically run out, and his stay the same you realized you had to say something about it or else you’ll have to continue buying more and more, and these products aren’t this cheap to begin with. 

You cornered the man once you caught glimpses of him, the man seemingly sensing your reason of approach, cowered away and you sweetly called out his name.

“ Ko. ”

He looked at you, his eyes locking with yours for few seconds before looking away, he spoke with a stutter. And you hardly could contain an amused smile, he was too darn adorable for you, you almost forgot the reasoning of approach. 

“ Ja, mein Liebling? ”

// “ yes, my darling? ” //

You stepped forward, further intruding any personal space this man has, and used your nose to smell the waft of scent adoring the skin of his exposed neck. He smelled absolutely delicious, you preferred the scent on him than on you any day, the ambrosial taste of a man who’s appearance begs to differ. 

At the top floats a note of honeyed sweetness, spread among low irresistible nuanced notes a smell that tickled your brain just right when you were at the store picking and choosing. 

“ what- what do you think you’re doing ? ”

The man asked bringing you back to reality, your lips quickly quiver into a slay smirk.

“ You smell.. wonderful I wonder what soap you’ve been using lately.. ”

The comment seemingly catches him off guard, and you chuckle at his reaction when his eyebrows furrowed in response. You bring a hand close to his cheek, your thumb moving in an up and down motion against it. You try your best not to kiss that frown off his face, but first you ease his worried expression.

“ it’s alright I don’t mind you using my shampoo and.. soap, if you find the smell nice, but I do mind greatly when they’re gone for good by the end of the weekend.. ”

The man lets out a stifled whine, and you knew he was going to quickly explain himself. He lets his strong arms wrap around your body, and he leans to let his head rest against your shoulders.

“ Oh.. meine liebe.. I’m sorry I wouldn’t use it just because.. I use it because it reminds me of your scent.. ”

//“ my love ”//

He explained himself in a rather quiet tone than his usual, you knew this man was a little insecure of his image and probably being caught using a ‘ fragrant ‘ soap belonging to his partner doesn’t make it all well to his ‘ masculinity’. Even though you always made sure to assure him every time he felt anything in such way, this time you just pretended to not hear any word of his sentence, because you rather he say it confidently.

“ come again ? ”

The man looks at you with widen eyes, but he then again looks anywhere else than your own face. And you felt a little frustrated with how much eye contact breaking he’s doing these days, you knew your job wasn’t nice to both of you, demanding your attendance for hours then days then months on occasions. 

Which meant he was left to do some self love on his own, while probably brooding about certain people working with you who were certainly taking your ‘ attention ‘ while doing your job. You always came back home feeling regretful for neglecting the thought of nurturing your relationship further more, would that be possible though with how much time you both don’t rightfully have?

“ Come on.. what did you say hm? ”

Your hand would gently run against the scar adoring your lovers cheek, he swiftly took a hold of your hand into his. And he would lay his lips flat against your palm planting a chaste kiss before snuggling further into it, he then took a deep breath, before releasing a heavy sigh too. 

“ Scheiß-.. I miss you.. everyday I miss you so much, mein Engel.. without you here or your scent I just go crazy.. ” 

//“ shit ” // // “ My angle. ” //

He said with such urgency, and you would lie if you said you weren’t a little surprised with every word coming from his mouth. But he continues before you could say something yourself, his words even demanding much more from you than you could give.

“ mein Ein und Alles, even if I use whatever soap or perfume you put on I can’t seem to forget the distance that leaves me separated whenever you’re not here with me.. ”

You couldn’t grasp how forlorn and desperate this man sounded to you, and you take a little moment to analyze his words, his eyes now look at you with such force it pulls your breath right from your lungs. Such man could love so much he feels empty when you’re not around him, it’s simply a rare thing to be witnessed.

“ I didn’t know you.. felt that.. ”

What you couldn’t manage to muster up with words you did with actions, you took his whole face into your hands pulling him close till you could feel his warm breath fan over your face. You let your lips press against his, his lips warm but not soft, and parted so slightly. You could feel his heart hammer against your chest so loudly, once you pull a way you hear him say with such sway in his tone.

“ Ich liebe dich.. ”

#könig x you #könig x reader #cod mwf2 #cod könig #mw2 #call of duty

[sunnflowyyr]

Hello there! Is it alright if I ask for rottmnt donnie and leo with a reader that speaks a different language? (And if I may be specific, could that language be german?)

Sorry if this is of any inconvenience :>

hello anon! thank you so much for this request; not an inconvenience at all! i don't know german myself, but i've always wanted to learn! it's a really interesting language (as they all are), i just have no initiative or patience to teach myself. oops.

i wasn't sure what to write (platonic or romantic), so i hope you don't mind that i made these headcanons with an s/o reader.

i hope you enjoy!

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Disaster Twins With An S/O Who Speaks German

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Donnie

when he first hears you speak german, he falls in love HARDER

he loves hearing your voice as it is, but in another language?

even if he doesn't know it at first, he will listen to you when you speak all the time

because, as we all know, donnie consumes all kinds of knowledge in his genius little turtle brain

so he'll start learning the language in his spare time

within a month, he has a lot of words memorized

add a couple and you could say he's pretty fluent for a beginner in the language

he learns all of this without really telling you, of course, because he has this perfect idea in mind

and one day, as the two of you are hanging out in his lab, he stops tinkering on his tech and watches you watch something on your phone

he sits up, catching your attention before asking you out in german

you're eyes almost pop out of your head; you're totally stunned!

and also extremely flustered by how good his german is

his grammar is excellent, though his accent/tone is a little off

you do answer with a yes, and he grins smugly at your embarassed state

when you realize how invested he is into learning your language, it makes you really happy

so you help him practice by having full conversations in german

if he's annoyed with his brothers, he'll start mumbling about them under his breath and hiss german insults (about leo mostly tbh)

Leo

stares at you with wide eyes, confusion visible on the turtle's face

it made you laugh, and he swears his heart banged against his plastron

"...you speak english? thank you, for saving me."

you seemed a little lost in your tone, and he could sense you were hesitant because english wasn't your first language

but he just grins, all but flirtatious as he swoons leans closer to you

"any time, stranger ... so what's your name?"

he makes sure to speak clearly and refrain from using too much slang when he's talking to you so you can understand

like donnie, he could literally listen to you speak for hours

he learns the language over a longer period of time compared to donnie

at least a year into knowing you, he probably knows a good amount of vocabulary and some sentences

mainly learns how to flirt with you and insult his enemies

despite his flirtatious personality, he has his heart set on you and only you

so he'll learn a lot more and practice how to confess/ask you out in german

but his first mistake was looking up how to say the full phrase online

though when the time comes, he messes up and says something way off from what he meant to say

you could tell because of the date he set up and that charming expression on his face when he said it; clearly obvious he was gonna confess to you, just didn't say what he meant to

probably something like "i eat toenails"

he got trolled by the internet

when you start laughing out loud, his heart aches and he is mortified did you really have to laugh at his confession?!

probably the first time you saw his confidence fall

"(name), please don't laugh, i .. i want to be with you and-"

"leo, i want to be with you too; i love you, but that's not what you said!"

you both now laugh at that moment

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt fans #leonardo hamato #raphael hamato #michelangelo hamato #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt disaster twins

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Not what you think

Masterlist

A/N: Lately, I've been in a sour mood - apparently - and I got into a nasty habit to continuously hurt my boys. Then, @geralts-yenn sent me this fun little prompt - and it just had to be Mike because I've been putting that boy through it, lately, holy shit. So here! Have some more (even more) Mikey fluff...

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (Specifically German!reader, I guess)

Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

Word count: 656

Warnings: None. A little angst. Some German...

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. Your entire vacation together hinged on what was going to come out of Mike’s mouth in response to the question you were terrified to ask. In fact, you had been scared to death to even breach the subject for weeks now, but you knew you had to. If he was the lying, cheating bastard you thought he was, he could forget about coming with you on your trip to visit your family. And he could forget about your fantastic home cooking and your fabulous ass. And about you in general. In fact... He could fuck all the way off and never return.  

“What the fuck is going on with you, Mike? You haven’t been yourself lately. And the sneaking around... Are you cheating on me?” Fuck. Too many words... And did you have to sound so desperate? What happened to 'staying strong' and ‘getting to the bottom of this’ and several other girlboss power phrases your friends had thrown at you when you had discussed the situation.  

“No,” Mike said, his voice lacking any emotion. “How can you even think that?”  

Guilt hit you right in the gut. Hard. How could you? Mike would never do that... Would he? You had your reasons to be suspicious... Exhibit A: he had been very distant lately. Exhibit B: regular, unexplained cash withdrawals. Exhibit C: for weeks now, he had been feeding you bullshit about working late, when you knew for a fact that he hadn’t been working any of the nights he said he had been. What the fuck else were you supposed to think? 

“Alright,” Mike said after listening to you ramble on and on about your proof that he had been up to something shady, “I see how that looks bad, and I didn’t think this all the way through... You obviously weren’t supposed to find out and...” 

“Mike!” you yelled, grabbing a pillow off the couch and lobbing it at his stupid head. “Why the fuck does it matter that I wasn’t supposed to find out? What the fuck are you doing, Mike, if you’re not two-timing me with some skank from god knows where? Which, by the way, I’m still not convinced you aren’t!”  

“Babe,” he said, while trying to wrap you up in a hug. No way you were going to let him, so you took a swing at his arms each time they came closer. Eventually, he caught your hands. “Babe, listen. Babe! Ehh… Es ist nicht was du denkst.” 

You looked at him in disbelief for a few moments. “Come again?” 

“It’s not what you think,” he said hastily, eyes on the floor. Yeah, that’s what you thought he’d said. But… Had he been speaking German? That was impossible. Mike didn’t speak German. “I’ve been taking German classes a few nights a week. I… For when we visit your family this summer. I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Can you say that in German?” you blurted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, never happier about having been wrong than you were right now.  

“Hm? Dass ich dich überraschen wollte?” He seemed hesitant, clearly not comfortable speaking your native language, but it was the sweetest thing ever. And he wasn’t half bad, either. He had the cutest American accent. (= 'that I wanted to surprise you?')

“Well, it worked,” you laughed before kissing him. “Sorry I ever doubted you.” 

“Nah,” he shrugged, “I can see that it looked real fishy…” 

“All of this because we will be visiting my family? My parents are going to love this!” you said. “You won’t be able to understand my grandmother, either way.”  

“Not just because we’re visiting your family,” he admitted. As he said it, he sounded so guilty that you almost instantly panicked again. The only thing that kept you from spiraling was the tight hug he gave you. “Ich wollte dich eigentlich auch noch fragen, ob du mich heiraten willst.”  (= I actually also wanted to ask you if you want to marry me.')

#mike x ofc #mike hellraiser fic #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser) #hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fanfiction #mike hellraiser fluff #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction

[crplpunkklavier]

do you have any advice for writing klavier? your characterization of him is so strong and interesting and I have an idea for a fic I want to write but I can't quite figure out his like.. voice? if that makes sense?

OOOHOHOOHOHOH

putting everything under a cut because i wrote like 1.6k LOL

thank you, first of all!! im happy you like the way i write him :] and i had some trouble getting into his voice at first too! i think its because hes Not Like Other Prosecutors, within the feeling of the games, since he is immediately in your corner with no downsides and almost consistently nice to you.

one important thing about his characterization/voice i think is that "almost," though. approximately once per trial, klavier says something balls to the wall insane, rude, and tactless.

transcript from turnabout corner:

Klavier: ...How ironic that you would kill the one man capable of helping you. You're almost as careless as he was! ...Ah ha ha ha. Wocky: …… Apollo: …… Klavier: Well, now that the place is hopping… Let's get this gig started!

turnabout serenade:

Ema: You... You jerk! Just what was I in here for? Comic relief!? Trucy: Yeah! Apologize! Klavier: Ah ha ha. Oh, sorry!

turnabout succession:

Brushel: Actually, I did notice something when I visited the studio. I'd heard of poison that "takes its sweet time", see! Klavier: ...But not what I've been saying for the last few minutes, apparently.

those are just some favorites off the top of my head. my point is that it's important to not get caught up in the nice guy thing klavier has going on. i actually think he veers more toward "kind but not nice"! he absolutely is a good guy, he's there with you to find the truth and he will weather any storm his fucked up social circle brings him if that means finding the right killer, but he is also very frequently kind of a bitch.

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his speaking voice specifically gave me grief at first. writing miles and phoenix into scenes together is easier, because phoenix talks like a normal guy who was born in the 90s, while miles is a lot more posh (although miles is also plenty rude, but that's a rant for another time). klavier is a prosecutor, famous, and evidently rich, but he doesn't necessarily sound like that. a lot of his Cool Rock Star Lingo however sounds stilted, too. he's kind of suspended between two worlds and doesn't seem to neatly fit into either of them. i don't think that's a problem that needs solving when writing him though! i think in essence klavier attempts to bring the cool, chill vibe of rock'n'roll into the seriousness of law to loosen things up, and he also brings the pedantic perfectionism of law into music to shape it to his will.

the german gimmick is part of that too, for me. this isn't supported by canon since we never see him off work there, but i just like to headcanon that his go-to german phrases (ie herr/fräulein, achtung, etc) are very much part of a deliberately constructed persona. if he isnt on a stage (and a courtroom counts as one) he has no need for those, so i leave them out. since i personally still write him as a native german speaker, occasionally he'll still slip into real german or struggle with translations for things, but all those little pleasantries he throws around for show fall away when it's just him alone.

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back to his character, i know we all lament how little screentime he got and how the writers seem to have forgotten about him. and so maybe this was entirely by accident, but just from the way he is presented in aa4, i think klavier presents a very rich character with a lot of seeming contradictions, which of course just serves to make him more complex. here's some facts i just think say a lot about him.

his shoes look like biker boots, so he's wearing proper footwear to ride his literal harley davidson, but he is also wearing the suit he wears to court.

the glimpse we catch of his music sounds like classic hard rock to me, with his and daryan's looks supporting a glam rock edge to it. he says he likes poetry, which makes sense given the fact that he writes lyrics (this is also something the brothers have in common, so it's likely that they grew up with it).

when romein letouse's body goes missing and they have to go look for it, klavier says that he is having fun.

lamiroir's music is nothing like his own, yet klavier clearly appreciates her to the point where he felt it was an honor to perform with her.

when his trial against phoenix comes closer and closer to the point of no return, klavier repeatedly tries to give him an out. i guess this could be construed instead as him baiting phoenix into presenting the diary page, but i dont really know about that. klavier was cheeky with him and kept talking about the old versus the young, but that still implies a knowledge of just who phoenix wright is, who he was up against, and what phoenix stood for. klavier, assuming that phoenix knew that the evidence was forged, told him that he does not have to present it, that now is the time to give up and back out, and then he would have let him get away with it. it's only when the page was actually in the open that he fully succumbed to the belief that phoenix wright was crooked beyond repair, and that he had to be removed from the courts.

he personally comes to the wright anything agency the morning after the turnabout serenade concert, to give apollo the news that machi requests him as his counsel. why did he do this?? phoenix could have been there. klavier didn't have to deliver this message himself. he apologizes for how that evening went, while also fearlessly standing in the lion's den of the guy whose life he (ARGUABLY.) ruined

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i think one of the most important things for writing klavier is that whatever facet of his life youre writing, he is feeling everything very deeply. he fits right into the artist trope for that. only his art goes further than music, and extends into law.

whatever klavier gavin does, he wants to do it perfectly, and he makes it his very personal responsibility if that doesn't work out. he took it upon himself to register daryan as a witness before apollo could request it. when apollo starts accusing kristoph in succession, he says he wants concrete proof, or he is "off this case." why would he stay on the case with concrete proof? that's his brother. he doesn't have to prosecute his brother. if being "off the case" is an option, then he can and should walk, but he doesn't. klavier sticks things out until the very, very bitter end, because he feels that no one else can, and that makes it his responsibility. and he does not run away from responsibility.

and he's genuine. that's one point i feel like people tend to forget when writing him. the whole rock star thing and the shiny smile can lead you into thinking that everything he does is an act, but i don't think it is. klavier cares very deeply and he shows you this openly. he doesn't fully break down while he's at work, but that only means that he is an adult with a good grasp on his self-control.

which brings me to one more point, and that is the fact that he was a professional at age 17. and not just in law, but also in music. i'm sure we've all heard music industry horror stories, now imagine you're 17 years old and deep in there through over-night fame. klavier was then already a lawyer, already had his band together, stood tall with his degree and his creativity and knew exactly where he wanted to go. but he was fucking seventeen. somewhere out there, klavier grew up really, really fast.

he evidently knows a lot about music, he is fully in charge of that concert, he writes his own songs, he potentially even mixes it himself instead of having staff to do that. he is an extremely good investigator and prosecutor, figuring out cases before anyone else does and then playing his cards so meticulously correct that he essentially puts work into his own loss. once he realizes that apollo's clients are innocent, klavier has to figure out moves to convince the entire court that he's wrong, all while keeping up appearances, and he manages.

klavier is extremely good at everything he does, because he has to be. because he was seventeen.

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and after all that.... bro....... i think it's important to let him be happy.

i put him through a lot in exorcism. canon already puts him through a lot, and then i put him through more. i think he's complex and tragic, but he can't be only that. he plays air guitar in court! there's a still of his concert in canon where he passionately dips his microphone stand like they're dancing. he loves what he does!!! hes having fun!

he clearly has hobbies and interests and it's important to give them space between all the angst. doesn't he even say something about it being time to bury the teenage angst in the past? i think klavier actively wants to be good. he's had a turbulent life with fabulous ups and devastating downs, but he deliberately wants to come out okay.

and i think he puts in the work. because it's what he does.

so you're writing a young adult who has been a young adult for a little too long, who faces hardships with grim determination because he knows that he's strong enough to come out on top, and who makes morbid jokes and laughs about them while everybody else stares on in horror. hope this.... helps :')

#anonymous #I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! #my advice for writing anyone is to remember that youre writing a person #its like shrek said. theres layers. #imco

[nerves-nebula]

Sorry for the uh. Incoming word vomit.

I think your au has rotted my brain a tiny little bit. While i was reorganizing my closet yesterday (which also included taking the doors off) literally all i could think about was write neglected fic in german you know you want to you know you could do some things there you know you should write neglected fanfiction and integrate all these phrases popping into your head. No we’re not letting you work on any of your other stuff but how about you write neglected - and on and on and on. All this from like. One pm to midnight when i finally went to sleep after all. I am very surprised i didn‘t dream about it (because i think that may have happened before! I sometimes get moments of my brain not remembering the annoying noise waking me up is my alarm on my phone and instead making up wild shit it is instead. Like i remember hearing that noise and Just being like, oh shit, the lesbian horse commune! I have literally no idea what this meant, but anyway one of those turned into a weird thing where i thought it was a timer and i remember the thought “it’s fine, they’re just teen boys, they just need therapy quickly” (or something along those lines. Just much less coherent) and i am reasonably certain that was about that just from what i remember from my dream beforehand) and yeah. Successfully infected me :D

this is hilarious, thanks for sharing with me hah. sometimes this is what its like with me too, i'll wake up and go to class and all i wanna do is draw my damn turtles.

the lesbian horse commune!

man, I'm always saying this tbh. I get it.

also if you wrote a fic i would read it, even if i had to put it through google translate or something i WILL consume fanart/fic like my life depends on it.

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #teenage mutant neglected turtles

[idridian]

listen when i was approximately fifteen (scratch that "approximately", i can actually carbon date this because i found a bookmark with a date written on it in the book lmao. thanks, past me!) i got really into phantom of the opera and, like any impressionable teen with a musical obsession, bought and read susan kay's bestseller (i assume) novel "phantom." a book which contains many, many normal things, such as

"his voice is a sin. a mortal sin. no woman who hears it will ever die in a state of grace"

the Scene with javert. you know the one. the one when he catches erik about to run away

literally what do you think is happening in persia, mrs kay

something is very wrong with the way this book describes sexual desire but i honestly don't even fuckin know

opium addiction my beloved

sorry the erik/christine in this is so problematic and i love it SO much

raoul my beloved i'm so sorry this happened to you but HSDGJFSHGH

and that's just the english version. because here's by far the FUNNIEST thing about susan kay's "phantom":

inexplicably, the german translation has been edited in certain sections. like, entire paragraphs or pages worth of text are just. gone. which let me tell you, reading it in german first was a very strange experience because the editing had left the text slightly incoherent in places. like, you'd read a sentence and there was something mentioned off-handedly that just didn't quite make sense. a phrasing that sounded odd. and it was only when i bought the english version that i realised there were parts missing from the gd book

it's weird, too. like... i really have no idea why they did any of that - the unhinged sexual energy hasn't been toned down, none of the brushes with rape or the drugs or what have you. the orientalism is still there, problematic as ever (though nadir's section was hit the hardest by the edits iirc. don't quote me on that tho, i haven't read it in a while). it's like they just went at the book with scissors and trimmed wherever, from what i can tell

anyway, this book shaped my writing style back when i was just getting started and i don't even know whether to be mad or grateful because what in the fuck was any of that

#ramblings o' mine

[sleepy-achilles]

Hey we teeth rotten fluff the kids and the Undertaker?

The Family of Destruction- A week alone

Sorry Shawn. This is a daddy and kids week only

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-Monday-

Taker stares at shawn in horror. "Its only a week, taker honestly you will be fine" Shawn sighs. "Why can't we come?" Taker asks. "Because you're supposed to be laid up in a hosptial bed somewhere. Vince doesn't want to risk people seeing you." Shawn explains. Taker frowns. "You will be fine. I promise" Shawn chuckles kissing takers pouting lips. "Ill miss you" Taker mutters. "Ill miss you too. I said goodbye to the kids already when I put them to bed. Ill call you when we land, alright?" Shawn asks. Taker nods and kisses his husband one last time before he leaves.

Taker sighs and looks at their German shepherd. Charlie huffs at him before plopping down onto the sofa. Taker turns towards the stairs and immediately jumps at the two pairs of eyes staring at him around the corner. "You two are supposed to be in bed!" Taker yelps, holding his chest. Cassie giggles. 'We wanted to see papa leave' Leon signs. Taker doesn't like how that's phrased. "Why?" Taker asks slowly. "Doctors!" Cassie yells before running at the man. "NO!" Taker yelps before he's booking it.

Takers lucky its a big house and he's quick. "Daddy! DOCTORS!" Cassie yells running after him. Taker bolts towards his office with a smirk. He's in arms reach when the door slams shut. Taker grunts as he slams into it. "Leon" he groans rubbing his temple and turning his gaze down the hall to where Leon's stood with a smirk. Leon waves at him before teleporting away. Taker sighs as cassie grabs his leg. He looks down at the small girl. She looks at him with big pleading green eyes. "Doctors?" She asks. "Of course." Tsker huffs with a slight smile. Of course he knows she roped Leon into this. Probably threatened Doctors on him.

He's probably gone and tucked himself back into bed.

Leon had infact gone back to bed as his father gets mummified and given illnesses that could never possible exist.

----Tuesday-----

Taker yawns as he stares at the oven. Ah..he has to cook breakfast. Charlie barks. Taker turns to see Leon stood behind him. His oversized diesel shirt and some black shorts on making him look tiny. Leon rubs his eyes with a balled up fist and lets out a quiet yawn. Moments like this make Leon seem adorable and human. But taker is also sporting a bruise from that slammed door last night.

'You can't cook' Leon signs to him. "I know that, but what am I supposed to do? Papa is gone for a week" taker sighs rubbing his jaw. He watches Leon teleport away. "Of course." Taker mutters. He turns around and jumps as Leon is say on the counter holding a box of cereals. "Alright, I'll give you that, but what about lunch?" Taker asks. 'Sandwiches' Leon signs. Yeah that was obvious. "Okay, dinner? Ha got you there" taker smirks. Leon just holds up a takeaway menu. "You really have an answer for everything" taker mutters taking the menu. Leon just smiles. Taker shakes his head and lifts Leon off the counter. "Go get your sister. And walk, not teleport" taker orders. Leon hands him the box before walking off.

He had a feeling this was going to be a long week.

--Wednesday----

Taker is sat on the sofa when he hears the crash from Leon's room. "Out of sight. Out of mind." Taker mutters to himself. He glances at the doorway to see his little firey redhead. "What did you do?" He immediately asks. Her eyes widen and she looks down. "You know what, if I don't know I can't get the blame. Is he okay? Does he need help?" Taker asks. "No.." csssie answers. "Perfect. Come here and watch TV with me" Taker smiles holding his arms out. The girl smiles and rushes over, sitting in her fathers lap. "Papas match?" She asks. "Which one?" Taker asks.

He immediately groans as something hits his head. He looks to see Leon stood in the doorway, his hair stuck up as if he was a cartoon in a explosion. 'First hell in a cell' Leon signs. "Why? Because he won and I lost?" Taker asks. "Ooo, is he on about hell in a cell?! I love that match! Please daddy! Please!" Cassie pleads. Taker groans tilting his head back. "Alright! Come sit down" Taker sighs lowering his head to look at the tv. Leon smiles and rushes over, planting himself against takers side.

-

Goldust promised he'd check up on taker and the kids when Shawn was away. And he's glad he did.

He smiles softly at the scene. Takers head tilted down, resting against red hair, snoring softly. Cassie curled up in his lap, one hand grasping Leon's shirt the other rested against takers arm. Leon is snoring against takers shoulder with his arm thrown over cassidy. Goldust chuckles softly as one of shawns old matches play on the tv. He quickly takes a photo before moving to the kitchen. Take out? Goldust sighs, he's glad he brought some actual food over.

--Thursday--

"Go fish" Taker smirks. Leon glares at him and cassie looks at the pair nervously. Leon slams his cards down on the table, showing a royal flush. Takers eyes widen. Cassie leans over and slaps her 10 on Leon's. "Snap!" She smiles. Taker sits back confused. "How the hell did we all end up playing different games?" Taker asks. Charlie yips at them. Taker looks to see the dog playing his own game of black jack. "Are we not playing snap?" Cassie asks confused. "You said you wanted to play go fish" Taker tells her. "Yeah but I changed my mind and wanted to play snap" she shrugs. "And you didn't think to share?" Taker asks. "I forgot..it makes sense now why you kept saying go fish" cassie frowns.

Taker looks back at Leon. "Who taught you poker?" Taker asks. 'Who needs to know?' Leon asks. "Me, who taught you poker?" Taker asks again. 'Uncle kane and goldust' Leon shrugs. "Of course" Taker huffs leaning back, dropping his cards onto the table. He glances at Charlie. "Im not even asking" he states. Cassie looks at Leon. "Whats poker?" She asks. Leon looks at her and shrugs. "Of course. Knows how to play but doesn't even know what it is" Taker mutters rubbing his face. Cassie looks back at taker. "Can we get pizza?" She asks causing Leon to immediately smile. "No..because goldust left us food to eat and we will eat it" Taker tells her. Leon frowns. "Why?" Cassie asks. "Because what else will we do with it?" Taker asks. 'Bin' Leon signs. "Keep that up and you'll be in the bin" Taker retorts. Leon wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk.

"Can we atleast have ice cream?" Cassie asks resting her elbows on the table and her face in her hands. "Yeah, we got sprinkles and sauce aswell" Taker smiles. "Result!" Cassie cheers high-fiving Leon. Leon smiles. "Already, clean the cards and set the table, I'll heat up whatever goldust gave us" Taker yawns as he stands. He smiles slightly as both rush to do as their told.

Yeah, shawn was right.

--Friday---

Cassie tilts her head as Leon adjusts his grip on the stick. "What is it?" Cassie asks. Leon shrugs and pokes the figure harder. "Hey I was thin-what the actual fuck?" Taker pauses on the porch steps. "We found it when coming to get Charlie." Cassie states. "What is it?" Cassie asks looking up at taker. "Leon stop poking him with a stick" Taker sighs. Leon frowns at taker before jabbing him extra hard. "Ow!" He yelps. "What are you doing here, mick?" Taker asks pulling the stick from Leon's hand. Leon glares at his father. "Looking for goldust. And it's mankind now." Mankind mumbles. "So what are you doing on the floor infront of my house?" Taker asks picking cassidy up.

Leon tilts his head. "I knew you lived here and would know where I could find goldust. Something hit me, knocking me out" mankind whimpers sitting up. Taker immediately looks at Leon who just smiles at taker. "Ah right. Well, if you head towards the town you'll see a very bedazzled house. You can't miss it, its quite literally the only one like it" Taker tells him. "Thank you" mankind smiles before hobbling away.

Taker glances back at Leon. "We do not tell your papa about this" Taker tells him. Leon just nods. "Was it Leon?" Cassie asks. Taker glances at her. "But if papa asks we didn't even see him?" She asks. "Good girl" Taker smiles before clipping the back of Leon's head. Leon grunts and glares at him. "Never do that again. Especially outside." Taker scolds. Leon huffs but nods. Cassie pauses for a second before looking at her father. "What did you want to ask us?" She questions. "If you wanted to goto the park." Taker answers. 'Hell yeah!' Leon signs. "We can get more frogs!" Cassie cheers wiggling out of takers grasp and running inside with Leon to get ready.

"More...more frogs?" Taker asks quietly turning back to the house.

---Saturday-----

The trio only had today left. Taker glances at the house. "We should clean up" Taker states. "Papa will be home tomorrow" csssie points out, head buried in her colouring book. Taker glances at the kids before fully turning to them. "Leon?" Taker asks. 'Yes?' Leon signs without looking up. "What are you doing?" He asks. Leon looks up confused. 'Colouring. You?' Taker moves over and looks down at the page. "And that is definitely coming with me" Taker sighs picking the book up and closing the plans for a bank heist. Leon frowns and crosses his arms. Its not the first heist he's planned and if Taker knows his son, it's definitely fool proof.

Taker pauses and glances at cassidy. The girl sighs and closes the book, holding it out. "Start tidying." Taker tells them as he takes the book. "We can do it before he gets back tomorrow. He won't be back till nighttime." Cassie states. "You promise you'll both help?" Taker asks. Both kids nod with massive grins. "Alright fine. What do yall want to do?" Taker asks. Cassie looks at Leon. Leon tilts his head and smirks at her. Taker stares at them confused. Cassie looks back at taker. "We were wondering if we could just go on a walk with you?" She asks. Taker doesn't say anything. Just stares. "Uh..daddy?" She asks. "Seriously? No tricks or anything. Just a walk?" Taker asks. "Yeah" cassie nods. "Alright. Grab your shoes and I'll f-" "no. We get to pick the location." Cassie states as both kids jump down and walk off.

Taker furrows his brows and looks at Charlie. Charlie snorts at him before moving too his water dish.

-

Taker doesn't say anything as he follows his kids. Cassie is just ramblings about frogs and bugs and Leon is watching her intently. It's moments like this taker will miss when they grow up. He smiles softly and slips his hands into his pockets. Leon suddenly stops causing the other two to stop. 'Here' Leon signs. Taker looks around. Nothing but a few trees and and dead grass. "What?" Taker asks. He watches as the blonde kneels and rubs something in the dirt. Takers eyes widen as a old shed appears. "Wow! Kane was right the hex would work!" Cassie claps. Leon smiles as he stands. "Whats going on?" Taker asks as Leon moves to the doors. Cassie grabs takers hand and pulls him to stand infront of the doors.

"We didn't steal this. We have actually been doing favours around the valley to get it" cassie tells him. Taker raises an eyebrow in confusion. Confusion quickly gets replaced by a pulling feeling at his heart as Leon pulls the doors open.

A bike sits in the shed with a side cart on it. "You said you wish we could ride with you. With that we can! Safely as well!" Cassie cheers letting him go to move into the shed. Taker doesn't know what to say. Abunch of emotions run through him as his kids pull the safety gear out of the shed with small smiles on their faces.

He kneels down and smiles at them. "Come here" he whispers feeling tears build. Leon hesitates and grumbles as cassie pulls him towards taker. Taker pulls them both into a tight hug. "Thank you both. So much" he whispers kissing both their heads. "Um papa doesn't know yet..." cassie whispers. "Who cares? I'll deal with it" Taker chuckles squeezing them tighter. His heart skips when Leon, the no affection child, holds the back of his neck and gives it a slight squeeze. Taker pulls back with a smile. "Lets go for a ride" Taker tells them. Both kids smile and rush to get their gears on.

Taker wishes he had his phone on him because its honestly adorable seeing them in their mini gear and helmets.

---Sunday---

Taker doesn't know how the house became more of a state. What he did know is they only had a few hours to clean it. "Leon!" Cassie yelps. Taker rushes into the kitchen to see Leon drenched and stood in a puddle of milk. "And we've gotta go shopping..shit alright. Leon, go clean yourself up, cassie start picking up any toys. We clean the house and then go shopping. Move it!" Taker claps. All three rush off to their respected jobs.

It was going to be a long and unfun day.

-

Shawn yawns as he walks into the house. He stops as the first sight is a clean hallway. "Alright then.. " Shawn hums, stepping over the sleeping dog and making his way into the living room. He smiles at the sight. Cleaning products spewed out on the table, empty shopping bags stacked on the floor. He looks to his family and smiles. Taker is laid on his front, one arm hanging off the sofa, his head facing that arm. He looks so handsome Shawn can't help but move closer. Cassie is laid on his back, blanket huddled around her. Leon is laid squashed between the sofa and takers body, his head rested against takers butt with one of cassies legs drapped over his shoulders.

Shawn pulls a blanket off the back of the sofa and over Leon, kissing his head gently. He then plants a kiss to cassie temple before kneeling infront of taker. He gently kisses his lips. Taker mumbles before slowly opening his eyes. He smiles as he sees Shawn. "Hey.." Taker yawns. "Shh..go back to sleep, just wanted to say hi" Shawn whispers running his fingers through takers hair. "The kids.." Taker mumbles. "Fast asleep. Go back to sleep baby" Shawn smiles. Taker just nods slightly and closes his eyes. Shawn chuckles as Taker falls back quickly. Shawn turns to the mess they made trying to clean. He's not mad, not that he could be, he's just glad to be home with them.

He cleans up before taking a photo of the trio that would later be hung on the wall and stay there for the rest of time.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #cassidy michaels #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction #charlie doggo #this was longer than i planned lol

[lavenoon]

Hey! Bilingual with English as the second language high five! :D I just wanted to say, omg I know what you mean! Like, I can still read stuff in Spanish without it feeling weird if it was by a known classic author from Latin America or Spain, but it's hard to get into more recent stuff and god I feel so clumsy trying to write fiction in Spanish! It's such a weird feeling where you know good stuff can exist in your language but kind of prefering English because that's where your main entertainment is most of the time. And the struggle of always double checking something that sounds right to you but then you realize something is off and you gotta go google it to make sure you’re not gonna raise any eyebrows when you post it. But it’s very interesting as well, how we interpret everything based on our own languages! How we can apply our native phrases to situations that take place in other languages! (Sorry for rambling, my area of study just has to do a lot with the study of the structure and evolution of languages so this stuff is super inter to me dfgjfhfdgdshg)

DON'T BE SORRY I AM SHAKING YOUR HAND SO HARD

This quote by Yiyun Li, I feel it so hard:

It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.

I feel like with classic works there's still a certain distance, but with contemporary anything? It's so close, it feels too close, too vulnerable to even try to express yourself and to such a degree that sometimes it's unthinkable that other people can

I sometimes just talk (or, well, write) anything that at some point, I just translated for myself without checking anything official, and the confusion I get in return makes me actually look things up :|

And the interpretations too!! Like, super clumsy/ blunt example, but bread. In the states, it's the ultra soft white bread ppl usually go for and talk about, meanwhile here we call it toast bread bc that's the only thing it's good for /hj /lh. All the jokes about the crust of german bread being capable of killing someone have a grain of truth <3

But I just. I just love thinking about languages like it's all so so fascinating to me, like I mentioned before I love puns, n part of the reason is just that how language works just so so cool! How often puns aren't translatable because of missing cultural context, and how people still try - I love it so so much!

I wish I'd have learned more languages - I learned Spanish for a year and a half in middle school, and tried my hand at Dutch while I was living in the Netherlands, and I did get my latinum certificate in middle school too, which makes reading romance languages at least somewhat possible. But besides English I'm not fluent in any other non German language, and it's a shame, because there's just so much cultural context hidden behind languages!

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #like. sad example but 'surviving family' (bc of the ramble) sounds very wrong to me #like surviving implies they went thru the same situation and survived it?? kinda?? #in german we have a word that's just 'people left behind' #and bereaved in english; a translation my go to dictionary gave me; didnt seem prevalent enough #n everything online is so very english! so it kind of just. happens #gfdhsj #*gestures vaguely* language

[lfcrobbo]

omg the love actually au ahhh!! i absolutely see seb/charles as jamie/aurelia (seb as jamie and charles as aurelia in my mind).

seb’s partner cheats on him and he plans to spend his vacation alone in a town along the france/monaco border to work on a novel. charles is his house keeper for the summer trying to save up some money for tuition or to open his own business or something of the like.

in this au we can assume charles only speaks french and seb speaks very very little french, but they end up warming to each other over their shared passion for the arts - seb draws and writes and charles plays the piano in the house and they bond of literature and film because they both love the stories even if they know them in different languages.

on the drives back to charles’ family home in monaco, seb starts to share more facts about his life with charles even though charles can’t understand what he’s saying and seb starts to try and slip in his limited french which is mostly sloppy and kind of embarrassing but charles thinks it’s cute.

when charles accidentally destroys part of seb’s manuscript in the lake he’s devastated, but seb assures him it’s okay and everything happens for a reason. they curl up on the couch in blankets and warm up by the fire and watch la bella vita (they’re pleased to know they can both understand some italian too).

they end up spending their days trading words in french and german for different household items and different every day phrases. seb learns “ce thé est excellent” because charles makes the best coffee seb’s ever had and charles learns “willst du einen pullover?” because seb always looks cold and never wears enough layers.

when they part for christmas and seb has to go back to germany to be with his family, charles kisses him and whispers “thank you, you made this summer amazing and i love you for that,” in french before rushing off.

seb can’t get charles out of his head and takes classes to learn french, unbeknownst to him charles is also taking classes to learn german.

of course it all ends with the infamous scene of seb going to charles’ family home and he walks with the leclerc family to the restaurant chalres is working at and proposes in broken french where chalres accepts in broken german.

sorry for rambling love actually is one of my fave films and i just love this au for sebchal and wanted to share my thoughts ahh <3

EXACTLYYYYYYY THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!! seb is a great jamie. maybe it's just bc he har curly hair like colin firth.... it's PERFECT

#ask #meadowpool

[threadsun]

JDA Asks: "OH FUN FACT !! Completely off topic ask btw just random convo—

-JDA here sorry for the random conv LMFOA-

Spanish is actually one of the fastest languages alongside Japanese I think, apparently it’s words can have many syllables it makes the whole language sound fast, ok idk if that makes sense—

Also THIRD language??? Fancy oooo, I’m also learning my third language (the other two being English and Spanish obv) it’s French and I have very basic knowledge of how to speak but it’s fun and sounds nice !!

I thought it would be easier tbh, cuz I was understanding pretty well how to connect words and how to mush them into a sentence,,, then I decided to look a mini movie in French to practice my listening and never understood what it was about—"

Oooooh that's really cool!! And yeah, it's always so much harder to understand shows and movies in a new language for some reason. Something about the way actors talk make it much harder than language learning apps and stuff. I guess it's more natural to how native speakers talk though?

French is a fun one! The spelling is a lot to process at first, but once you figure out what sounds things make, it becomes more intuitive from what I've heard.

My first language is uhhhh... Yinglish, which is a mix of English and Yiddish. I grew up in an immigrant community that included a lot of Jewish USSR refugees who only spoke Yiddish (and sometimes Russian) as a common language, so a lot of their kids generally spoke Yiddish and English interchangeably until it meshed into one language and that a lot of us speak now. My grandparents and their whole families were fluent in Yiddish, but my immediate family only know Yinglish now.

So like my primary language is probably about... 90% English? But then a solid 5% is Yiddish words thrown into English sentences and another 5% is direct translations of Yiddish phrases into English in a way native English speakers don't usually do. And no one ever taught me which words weren't English, so I can't separate the two languages from my speech now. So Yinglish it is! Though I make a conscious effort to keep my writing as fully English as possible.

Then I've also been speaking/learning Hebrew (ancient and modern :3c) since kindergarten, so that's my second language. I can speak and understand it pretty fluently, but my reading and writing isn't great. If you've ever seen the Hebrew alphabet, especially the script, you'll see why lmao

My mum is fluent in French and German, so I have a very basic knowledge of both of those. As I said, I grew up around lots of Russian speakers, so I've got a bit of that... But nothing really fluently. It's fun though, knowing bits and pieces of different languages!

I'm trying very hard to learn Spanish so I can talk to my partner's family in their native language, but I've got dyslexia and aphasia so... yeah, the Spanish learning ain't going great, unfortunately 😔 But we stay silly! I'm gonna keep trying!

#sunshine #asks #jda #heeheehoohoo more secret Sun lore #ngl more people should use Yinglish I think. Yiddish words are so fun and expressive!! #but yeah languages are so mixed up in my head I feel like verbally I'm basically incomprehensible #writing is easier for me (other than like... the spelling bit) #but yeah I'm endlessly swapping words in one language for words in another #or completely losing words in various languages entirely #aphasia is a bitch and a half tbh #anyway language talk is fun!!! I hope your French studying goes well!!! #secret sun lore

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Oh my god I want all of it! If any of these take your fancy:

- does daniel have his tattoos by the time they reconnect? If so would love a snippet of max discovering these and where they reach 👀

- a snippet of a different time where Pierre is really drunk and Charles isn’t and Charles looks after him…Pierre says a lot and Charles says stuff back but knows Pierre won’t remember

- daniel revealing he found out what du felst m…I can’t remember it sorry but that phrase!

So, I'll answer 1 & 3 and save 2 because I want to post the end of Piarles and then send me another ask and I'll swing back around to it.

Daniel does not have tattoos by the time they reconnect, but it's like A Thing he wants to do and he mentions it a couple times to Max and Max is like, yeah whatever you want babe. It's your body.

And like, healing is NOT linear and a couple months after they get back to San Diego, Max is feeling really just off and Daniel is like, we're going to get a tattoo! and Max is like WE wtf do you mean WE?

Daniel gets what he wants though and he gets Max wrestled down in a tattoo chair and Max refuses to tell Daniel what he's getting and Daniel refuses to tell Max what he's getting and they wrap them up at the studio. Max can see that Daniel's hand is bandaged and Daniel can't see where Max's bandage is and he's giving him so much shit thinking he chickened out.

But, then they get back to Daniel's apartment and Max is like, you first and Daniel KNOWS Max chickened out. He KNOWS it, so he's ribbing the shit out of him, and Max just drops his pants on the floor. Daniel is shocked and goes to pull the little bandage off his thigh and there's a tiny little state of Texas high enough on his thigh that no one else would ever know it's there and Max says, "It's a pretty important place," and Daniel takes the bandage off his hand to show Max the rose and Max says, "like the ones outside your house that summer."

And Daniel says, "the yellow rose of Texas" and somehow Daniel can't stop getting tattoos and Max holds his hand through all of them, but never gets another one.

And also anytime Daniel gets asked about the rose, he makes up a different story and the only person who ever knows is Max - and probably Grace, but she keeps her mouth shut.

Du fehlst mir.

Daniel doesn't know what it means for a really long time - like their first Christmas together. They're laying on the couch at Daniel's parents house and the Leclerc's are there (minus one brother who will be home for New Years' Eve) and it's chaos and Arthur is shouting at Enzo in French and Daniel sighs and says, "just like home" and Max - who has been drinking mulled wine with Grace all day - starts laughing.

He whispers to Daniel in German something low and filthy and some little lightbulb goes off in Danny's brain and he says, "Hey! You never told me that thing you used to say to me! Before we got together? Du - Dul - Du something me."

Max laughs and kisses his neck. "Du fehlst mir?"

Daniel nods. "Yeah, that one!"

Max shifts them around so he can put his wine glass down on the table and he pushes a hand through Daniel's hair and he says, "It means that you are missing from me. That the thing I was missing was you all along."

And Daniel intends on kissing him, but Arthur flings himself down on top of them, demanding that they tell him all about the trip they're going on next summer.

But, later that night after gifts are done and everyone is tucked away in their beds, Daniel insists Max teach him how to say it so he can remember to someday get that phrase engraved on something highly sentimental and entirely too soppy to ever let anyone else see.

#tiredtiredsharl #the blue neighbourhood #maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #f1 rpf

[sylusheart]

king of it all ft. könig

word count. 2,924 words

cw. oral sex, vaginal sex, masturbation, dry humping, inappropriate use of boots/shoes, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, teasing, jealousy, angry sex, tabletop sex, swearing

a/n. au where you and könig are life-long friends who work alongside one another, helping with not only each other's needs but desires too.

ao3 version

“general!” könig says urgently as he tries his best to catch up with the long strides of the brigadier general, ansgar meyer, who was trailing his way up ahead.

“if you give me a chance,” könig continued, “you will not regret it.”

“i’ve seen enough,” the general spoke, coming to a halt as he turned towards könig to assess him, “with constant movement like that do you seriously expect i’d award you into fifth platoon?” the general scoffed. könig shifted on his feet, not saying a word. not just because talking back to a general was completely unethical but because he physically couldn't.

the general gave him another look.

“you can’t seriously propose the idea to me that you’ll be an excellent sniper when i’d be able to see you from a mile away, hell, hear you even,” the general said as he shook his head. he didn't bother to wait for a response, he twisted around and walked away - leaving könig on his own.

you heard könig mumble something under his breath in german. you’ve heard him speak it multiple times, picking up a few phrases into your own vocabulary every time he’d slip a word or two out, which was generally when he was overwhelmed.

but unfortunately, you couldn’t quite pinpoint what he was saying this time.

you’d known könig since the both of you were very young. he didn’t exactly fit in, deemed to be ‘odd’ and ‘strange’ to the point that he was bullied for it. although he managed to form a somewhat stable friendship with you because of your interest in him, he would purposefully make sure he wasn’t ever spotted with you - simply to make sure that you wouldn’t fall victim to what he had to go through from his peers. and also because he always had a hunch that you’d feel embarrassed to be seen with him.

but the two of you weren’t kids anymore and you’d both learnt to do things together. he had told you about his wishes to join the german army, and to your own surprise you tagged along too. you had formed an indescribable form of attachment to him so joining him felt like the right thing to do.

you enjoyed it. although you didn’t know the first thing about combat…

you were placed in a unit specialised in training women and had caught a glimpse of him speaking to the general when you were on break.

you watched his large form retreat towards a safe house and decided to follow him in.

when you were inside you found him in a corner, slouches into a chair, holding what looked like a sniper hood in his hands. his legs were spread, elbows resting on his knees as he looked down at the hood in his hands.

he was too dazed to notice your presence as you walked over to him.

“könig,” you begin, “hey.”

he looked up at you almost immediately, as if your voice was the only thing that could manage to bring him out of his reverie. you noticed the way his muscles seemed to tense a bit.

“y/n,” he says, trying to push excitement into his voice. he lets out a little laugh, brushing himself off as he leans back in the chair and drops the hood on his lap, “sorry, didn’t see you there, flower.”

you had no idea where that nickname of his came from but you couldn’t ever deny the blush that rose to your cheeks every time he would use it on you.

“i saw you speaking with the general…” you trail off. not knowing if you should even bring it up.

“ah,” he says as his eyes instantly dim just a fragment. “so you saw that,” he confirms, to himself more or less. looking down at the hood in his hands, his fingers begin to tremble a little and you feel the urge to hold them until they stopped shaking but decided to go against it.

“i just wanted to know if… you’re okay?” you asked, this time it was you shifting on your feet. it was a stupid question because you knew he wasn’t, yet you weren’t sure of what you were meant to say, of what he wanted and needed to hear. you felt awkward and you didn’t know why. things weren’t usually like this between you and him so what changed?

“yes of course, i will be just fine,” he says, his smile overtaking his features. you could tell he enjoys your concern.

“i want you to know that i think you’ll be able to prove the general wrong, and you’ll show him exactly what you’re capable of,” you told him, not knowing what else to say.

he raised a brow a bit, not expecting you to continue on with the subject seeing as he didn’t know you heard the entirety of the conversation - he had assumed you just witnessed it passing by.

“i appreciate your faith in me,” he says, quietly and carefully avoiding eye contact. you watch how he flexes his fingers around as if not knowing what to do with them.

going against yourself you decide to give in. you kneel in front of him and clasp his hands in yours. he looks down at you - at your sunken height beside his feet, shock filled in his wide eyes.

you hadn’t held each other's hands in years. his hands were much rougher than you remember, but for some reason you liked it that way. but besides that, you didn’t even realise he had slipped his gloves off in the first place. he was typically found only ever having them on.

“you- what-,” he starts, blinking rapidly.

“listen to me, könig. no one’s words can determine who you are, you know you are worthy of what you claim to be and i’ve seen that for myself as well. it’ll only be a matter of time before everyone else realises that too. i truly do believe in you,” you tell him.

he stares at you a while, taking the time to soak you and your words in.

“i don’t know. perhaps that man is correct. he is not usually wrong about anything,” he tells you, averting his gaze by twisting his face away from yours. you watch how his ears start to redden due to the proximity between the two of you.

you sigh, not knowing how to make that man believe in himself more. it pains you to see him like this.

“no, könig, you have so much potential but people only underestimate you because they haven’t seen what you have to offer. i know you can all prove them all wrong, you’re a literal minesweeper out there.”

he seems to delve into your words with a little more thought this time.

“i guess you are right,” he says, his fingers brush yours and you are reminded that the two of your are still clasped onto one another.

satisfied, you give him a big smile, “that’s it. you’re a king, remember?”

he tries to smile but fails, his eyes divert to your intertwined hands.

“i think sometimes, that i am not worthy to be tied onto that name,” he tells you.

you frown, unsure of why he feels like this. you thought your encouraging words had helped him but it seems it did quite the opposite.

“then perhaps i’ll just have to remind you,” you say, not knowing where the sudden boldness has emerged from. you were starting to run out of options.

he parts his mouth a little, a brow raised in surprise as you let go of his hands and grab his sniper hood - throwing it to the side before fumbling with his zipper.

“ach du lieber gott!” he exclaims, “who are you and what have you done with-“

“i’m trying to make a point,” you tell him flatly, “can i?”

he pauses for a moment before looking away with his eyes closed, slowly nodding at your request. with his head turned away you take it as an opportunity to strip yourself of your clothes, leaving yourself completely naked in front of him. you knew the way he reacted to your body, you assumed that with him seeing you like this - all vulnerable and bare to him - would get him worked up.

“we always do things together, don't we?” you remind him. you had a habit to say that to him since he has always forced himself to fend for himself because of his past.

“yes, we do,” he manages as he watches you take himself out of his cargos. your lips part at seeing his length spring out, sticking up with a bead of pre-cum dripping off of the head. he twitches in his seat as if embarrassed by his biological reaction to you.

you’ve done similar things like this with him before in the past, but not ever since you joined the army with him. the two of you simply got too busy.

some people say that going intimate will mess up the years' worth of friendship used to create the platonic bond between two people. it makes it complicated, a full-blown situation even. but you on the other hand had speculated it would make you and him stronger, give each other that closure. and it did.

“so eager?” you tease, looking up at his flushed face.

“it has been a long time since…” he starts but gets cut off when you take him into your mouth.

he lets out a groan and immediately throws his head back, one of his rough hands hold the back of your head, a thumb strokes your hair up and down, comforting you as you take him further down.

his cock hits the back of your throat, you gag a little and your hands press against his thighs in response.

your core throbs as you adjust positions, taking him in and out of your mouth.

"my," he pants, "never knew you were so talented with that mouth. maybe your true area of expertise lies somewhere beyond these compounds. what on earth are you doing here with me?"

it was the longest sentence you've heard him say in one go. you playfully rolled your eyes at his incessant rambling and licked up his shaft, causing him to shiver. your eyes never stray away from his as you watch his breath hitch when your mouth leaves his cock.

“all of that training,” he grunts, before letting out an exasperated laugh, “has taught you to become very confident.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you away from his cock, before he slams you back down on it - earning a muffled noise from you.

"you are perfect," he praises, "my perfect girl."

he brings his free hand to rest on-top of yours on his thigh. his fingers curl around and fist your hand in his. könig's eyes flutter closed as you bob again and again. you graze your teeth along the length of his cock in a teasing manner, which gains you a hiss.

"heilige scheiße, you are too good at this, flower," he lets go of your hand and brings it to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. he rubs a thumb across your cheek to feel his cock pulsing in and out inside you. he groans, tightening the grip he has with his other hand in your hair.

you retreat backwards a bit to catch your breath, wasting little to no time before you're attached to him again, your tongue swirling around his tip before you take him whole again.

"how do you know how to do such dirty things? tell me," he commands, but all he gains in response is the naughty noises coming out of your mouth as you pump his cock deeper.

"tell me, flower. have you done this with the other operators? do you stuff their cocks in your mouth and tell them how great they are, too?" he says, his voice sounding menacing, as if truly taunting you.

you don't respond, instead you swirl your tongue around his length once more.

"i asked you a question," he says, pulling you away from his cock once again, holding you so delicately yet so forcefully by the hair. you catch him staring straight at your lips which are no doubt excessively plump and red from all the sucking and fucking you've been doing with your mouth.

"no, no one else, just you," you manage as you lick your lips, and you swear you see his cock twitch a little, begging to be touched again. you grin but that soon fades as you see the look on his face. 

he's not amused.

not convinced.

"seriously, könig. i haven't," you reassure him. 

he scoffs and shifts positions in the chair, outstretching his legs in front of him. you take that as an initiative for you to move too.

and so you do, by pulling yourself up to his lap to straddle his thigh.

he quirks a brow in amusement as you rub yourself against him. ignoring his cock completely as a very sensual moan escapes you as you tilt your head to the side, feeling your wetness growing more and more slick as you watch something in his eyes flicker when watching you please yourself on his lap without the use of his cock.

you rub your pussy against his thigh making sure to leave a wet spot. he watches you with astonishment as he brings a hand to his own cock, thrusting it in his hand at a reasonable pace as he watches you make yourself come.

you both pick up the pace, and you get louder which seems to get him more excited. nearing your climax you squeeze your eyes shut but before you can come you're being pushed off.

"könig? what are you-"

he got up from his seat and walked over to you and inspected your form on the floor - all laid out with your knees bent in the air, exposing your leaking cunt to him. a sudden wave of humiliation washes over you as he watches you lying there with an inscrutable gaze.

before you can even muster out a word, the bottom of his boot presses onto your pussy. 

his mood changes as easily as british weather.

"you're enjoying this too much," is all he says before he starts rubbing his boot up and down your pussy in slow motions.

"fuck. don't, don't do that..." you pant, but despite your words your back arches - craving more of this odd sensation.

"i will do whatever i want. i am king after all, remember?" he muses, applying a little more pressure.

god, this feels wrong. so, so wrong.

"könig, please," you whine, but then he comes to a stop. denying you once again. before you can have a go at him, he carefully sweeps you up from the floor, curling his arms around your naked form. his big, rough hands on your warm and flushed body makes you feel even wetter.

"careful, flower. we can't have you dripping. you've already made my boots so dirty. what a mess." he tuts, walking over to a table. with one arm he swipes the contents of the table to the floor, making space for you.

he rests you on the table, holding your legs up so that they can curl around his waist.

you whimper as his cock brushes your entrance; in response he lets out a groan that has your hips hiking up. you don't even have time to beg him before he's already buried inside you. the feeling of him ignites you. if he wouldn't stop denying you at the worst of times you would've came a hundred times over already.

he grunts as he grabs your hips, pushing into you deeper and deeper. he doesn't thrust - not yet. he tries to maintain as still as he can so that you can adjust to his length. when your pussy clenches around him completely he groans again and starts pacing in and out of you.

his fingers dig into your hips with each thrust like his life depends on it. he starts going faster and faster making you move your hand to absentmindedly reach over and touch your clit, your other hand makes its way to grip his forearm which seemed to be tensing rather vigorously with the number of veins popping out.

"you will come with me, won't you?" he questions, his voice strained. you could tell he was about to come soon.

"yes, yes," you manage, "i'm going to-"

he spills inside of you, still thrusting as he does. in fact, he goes even harder, urging you to finish with him. you shiver as you screw your eyes shut, letting your climax take the best of you. after a few moments of panting, he pulls out gently, and you stare at his come-coated cock, an immediate feel of thrill and heat zips up the entirety of you body just from the sight.

he chuckles, pulls you up so that you are vertical with him, and cradles your body to his.

"ah, so this is how it feels to be a king," he says, moving backwards a bit so that he can crane his neck towards your collar bone. he starts nipping little kisses up your neck, "perhaps you would have to remind me of this feeling more often, don't you think?"

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Not sure why I am bothering to reply at this point but I mentioned that I was a German teacher it in the very first message I sent you and I never said you were stupid or any of that other stuff. I also never questioned what you wrote about Infinite Jest or said that your positions weren't valid. At all. I literally said that I would generally agree with your take/ am interested in your opinions and thoughts - I simply pointed out that, so far, I hadn't come to any exciting conculsions by myself but was open to changing my mind. Guess that wasn't appreciated. Still, I don't really understand where you're coming from or why you're so uncharacteristically hostile and you feel the need to go as far as low key insinuating that I am a bad teacher/ my arguments lack logic while going "how dare you" on me. And no, I do not feel threatened, I just don't think it's very nice/ productive to automatically assume everybody knows less than you and/ or is out to get you. Nevertheless, I can tell that I clearly upset you somehow which wasn't my intention. So apologies. And happy writing.

Idk bestie. I ran your messages by others on here because I was so confused as to why what I perceived as perfectly cordial conversation suddenly escalated like that. I wasn’t sure if maybe I missed a step or phrased something weirdly that might have come off aggressive when I didn’t meant it to. and those people agreed with me that it was weird of you to be offended. So, idk what to say anymore.

I’m following your logic. I agree with all that you’ve said here. Hence my confusion about your “biting your head off” or whatever. I thought we were on the same page? But clearly I’ve done something that you perceive as an attack. Even when I mentioned the Goethe thing. I wasn’t trying to like correct or educate you or anything. I was just thinking about a way that the book could be relevant to the show. You know , like consumption? But idk even that seemed to upset you.

For what it’s worth since we’ve here now I might as well. I didn’t even mean those books. I was looking at whatever was behind matty in that clip of the birthday party that I linked before. Because, like I said, those were books of Matty’s personal collection. And the playboy magazine in the basket next to him and stuff. Like those are intentional. Because of the sex/ porn/ excessive conception of media and isolation and all of that. But I felt like going into detail about it when you were just trying to help by providing a close up with high def images would just be pretentious and weird so I figured “alright everyone has a different interpretation” was polite enough. Again, clearly not lmao.

Maybe you’re having some kind of bad day, maybe I am having a bad day and all my friends whom I’ve shown your messages to are just lying to me to make me feel better about myself. Who knows. But I promise you none of what you perceive as offensive to your opinion or your profession or your taste in books or whatever was meant as such. I was simply saying I think those books have meaning. Idk what you were saying because I’ve clearly failed in understanding your point or communicating with you but I promise you even if what you have to say is different from me I didn’t meant to nor would I ever like attack you over it. That’s all that’s going on (from my side of things ) anyway. Yeah. Not sure what’s going on but I’m sorry and I hope you’re not upset. Genuinely I’m not being ironic cuz maybe I’m bad at tone? Idk anyways all the

Love 💗