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die french

“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”

- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré

Call his hole Little Caesar’s the way it’s always hot and ready

Maybe all the things you thought made you you aren’t really…you. Barbie (2023) / Fight Club (1999)

hmm

when i was a kid my grandpa was a great depression survivor and he wouldn't waste ANY amount of food so he taught me i had to eat the apple core and i started eating the whole apple in grade school and the kids called me horse boy

· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

MDNI, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Please do note this was just to poke and have fun, it’s not gonna be perfect so don’t expect it. Anyways, hope you all enjoy my 35 min writing and yes I know this troupe and idea been used a thousands times, act like it hasn’t 😭 Nanami ass may be ooc here, idk.

Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

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I love leather and I love fur and I don’t mind arguing about it.

Thinking about how when my oldest brother took Japanese classes his professor was like your pronunciation is really good 😊 but you need to watch movies that aren't about the Yakuza because you sound like a criminal

A bomb threat (And how it got you a boyfriend) special forces!Konig x fem!college!Reader

Konig saves you from a bomb threat when you get stuck at your Uni. Based on his bio - presumably, Konig was a part of the Austrian Special Forces before joining KorTac. He is also a bit of a dork and we have a bit of an obsessive episode.

Tags: Fluff, Reader is a cringefailure, Konig is overstepping his authority, hurt(not really)/comfort Warnings: Bomb threats, mentions of terrorism Word count: 2450

Someone called a bomb threat in your college. 

Well, at least, this is what the automatic email is telling you. The email that was sent to you, about especially avoiding the library on the second floor because the anonymous(not for long, since they have a knack for exposing who the hell is calling those threats each time) caller said that there is a huge chance of the bomb being placed here. 

You know, the same library that you were sitting in, right now, reading this exact email on your laptop. You thought no one was around because it wasn’t a busy day, just after the major finals, with most people staying on campus only if they failed first tests or just wanted to get extra credits for some extra curriculum. Even if you were staying here just because you wanted to work on campus’s newspaper – the library is a good place to scoop for some rumors about the dean of the uni being three raccoons in a trench coat, or the lunch staff posing as Polish mafia. 

The thing is – it seemed like you were the last fucking person to receive the email. The thing is, there are only a few weeks left before summer break, and the campus already started to turn off major announcement equipment since no sports or other events are planned. Are you going to die? Probably, there is a huge chance of you dying, as you can feel directly in your bones – god, there are probably some terrorists or uni shooters or that weird Christian suprematist who are going hysterical at the mere sight of religion other than theirs. You are going to die, you are going to die, you are going to…

— Scheisse! There is a civilian! 

You were never particularly religious, maybe only at the time of finals and work submissions – and in situations like this, where you are already mentally preparing yourself to get blown up with unfinished articles and forgotten hopes and dreams and everything and…

You were never particularly religious – so you have no idea why your pre-death auditory hallucinations suddenly included an angel’s voice with devil's timbre and some huge, tree-trunk-like hands wrapping around your waist, checking you for possible injuries or explosive device. 

These hands are really huge – and muscular, you can see how tense they are even through your black uniform, and they are roaming over your body in a way that would make you scream bloody murder and file sexual harassment if it didn’t belong to an obvious angel. Angelm in special forces uniform, an angel with a really nice boyish voice and warm hands that are sliding to your thighs, groping and checking for every possible outcome – for weapons, probably, because you are literally the only person in the room that was deemed as a bomb threat, and if you were this guy, you’d also think that you were the culprit. 

His fingers linger on your hips perhaps a bit too long – you can him patting you down like you were heading to a club – and then he lets you go reluctantly, not finding anything except for your phone which he also checked for possible timers. The interaction lasted…a minute or so, but you are already hot and bothered, getting off the strong hands holding you, even though he already let you go. 

— Are you alright? 

He must have noticed your worried face and international student badge – his English is a bit accented but nonetheless confident. You never thought that small traces of German in a speech can sound so fucking hot but, perhaps, you are just traumatized and high on adrenaline and weren't getting laid for too fucking long. 

He wears a badge – something something long German words, huge design construction that made you think he must be pretty high-rank – knowledge that you only had because of the movies and games you were playing, trying not to get off the military kink too much. Something in the situation told you that you’d spend the whole evening searching for porn with guys dressed in all black today. Maybe, a touch of cargo. 

— Y…yeah. Fuck, sorry. I’m fine, fine. Yeah. 

You are rambling and he tilts his head to the side. This large, looming hand goes to your face – you wait for either a harsh slap to return you back to reality, or a passionate and deep kiss from your fantasies and dirty novels. He slowly traces his fingers on your face, getting up, in the hairline, searching for something – perhaps, a nasty head parasite that got you acting so weird around this random guy. Random guy who is just doing his job, securing that you’re safe, sound, and not going to explode in the next few minutes. 

— No head injuries. Gut. 

You want him to touch your face some more. You want him to check for mouth injuries, to evaluate the status of your lips. Maybe do some chemical tests with that gloss you were using today. Check the reaction with his tongue. 

He twirls you in place and you almost want him to press you against the wall. Search you some more, maybe get his hands a bit deeper, pass the oh-so-modest pants that made you look like a little bitch boy – his hand goes to cup your waist again, checking for anything that might catch his interest. Nothing – and you were never this sad about Hot wearing a concealed weapon that might force him to pin you down or get you into a chokehold with those massive biceps of his. 

— What were you doing here, ma’am? 

Studying in Vienna, you never found an Austrian accent this sexy. Never knew that you might like being handled like this before – it’s not romantic, not even in the slightest, but you smile a bit shyly, a bit awkwardly, and look at him from under your lashes, trying to look as innocent as possible. You are innocent – you weren’t doing anything, you were just trying to study and write in the last few weeks. Concentrated enough, so you never even noticed a fucking bomb threat. Didn’t hear soldiers running through the building, securing each room. 

— I…study here? 

You gulp loudly, taking a few steps away from the soldier. Allowing him to examine the room, deem it safe – the bomb threat called on your university was probably fake. Maybe a call from a paranoid individual, maybe someone with nothing better to do than pranking colleges. You seriously doubt anyone would try to blow up this place while almost none of the students are actually inside – especially the library during the low season. Even you almost decided to ditch the traditional writing atmosphere and just do something in the cafeteria. 

— Oh. 

His voice actually sounds…nice. Funny even, that small remark also makes him cough and look at you more seriously. He has a mask concealing his face, some weird hood or net on top of it – you try to see his eyes, but you can only occasionally catch glimpses of ice staring at you. Mysterious, you like it. Too mysterious, that little journalist club member inside of you is itching to get a look at his face better – you tilt your head to the side, contemplating just yanking it upwards and praying that he won’t kill you. 

Although you wouldn’t mind being crushed in his hold. 

— Let’s get you out of here, ja? 

You don’t question him when he suddenly picks you up – when the world starts to spin and you are pressed against his chest, his hands are supporting you under your knees and back. Securing you in place, making sure you are nice and comfy in his hold. You don’t ask questions when he slightly adjusts your hold so he can touch more of your thighs – you think he is just getting you comfortable, and you appreciate just how thoughtful he is. 

You don’t ask questions when he holds you almost like a bridal carry, even though you are certain you aren’t injured, and someone like him probably has more interesting things to do than saving poor college students who decided to ignore bomb threats. 

His hands are warm, his chest is even warmer, and his muscles aren’t even slightly trembling. You don’t know what sort of training those guys are coming through, but it must work – his steps are light and decided even when he can’t press you firmly against him, vest standing in the way. You don’t know what to do with your hands and you don’t want to mess with the government property – you think there is a law against fidgeting with special forces soldiers on duty – so you just get them on your knees. Like a good girl. Polite girl. Girl who isn't drooling over the guy who is just doing his job. 

— Thank you. For saving me. 

You whisper it in his headset – you are worried about someone else also hearing you, but there is something intimate about tilting your head upwards and getting right into his face, your lips millimeters away from the edge of his mask. You don’t want to sound suggestive, so you sound weak instead. You don’t to sound ungrateful, so you sound pleading instead. 

His hold on your thighs gets stronger. You lick your lips nervously, chuckling to ease the atmosphere a little bit. 

Your leg brushes above his waist – and you swear that you can hear his breath hitching. It’s impossible, you think, he must be a tough and content little soldier, perfect to save damsels in distress just like you – but something in his posture, in the way his fingers twitch slightly at the edges of your body, makes you think otherwise. Maybe, you’re just dreaming. Maybe, you know nothing. 

Someone slams into the room. Another man – shorter than the one who holds you, by a large margin, but none less intimidating. Burly, muscular, dressed up in full uniform which is expected – and with his face covered up by a similar veil or mask or whatever this is – which is unexpected. You thought that special forces would have something less eye-obscuring, but what do you know? You would be dead if the bomb threat was real. 

— Other sectors secured. No bomb in sight. Commander. 

He almost hisses, the similar accent in his voice makes your cheeks heat up even more. You feel weird, dirty even, thinking of those two large, intimidating men in such an intimate setting while they are just trying to save your life – but you try to silence that little annoying voice, to convince yourself that this is probably just adrenaline, ovulation and sudden urge to procreate before you would die. 

You feel your entire body stir when the man takes a step closer, looking at you. You can’t see his face, not even the outline of it – but you feel the burning gaze on your scared expression and obediently folded hands. 

— Gut. Other civillians? — 20 civilians in the building in total. University workers, some students. Already evacuated. — Any casualties? You hear a cruel chuckle from a shorter man. — If they were, you’d hear about it, sir. No, the sector is clear. — Gut. Dismissed – we’re finishing here. — What are you doing with the civi…

— Kruger, dismissed. 

The man who holds you is surprisingly stern when he isn’t talking to you. He used a much softer, quieter tone when he was talking to you, observing if you were hurt or in danger – and he is much, much different now. A cold voice, serious tone, the image of the ruthless commander flying in your head – well, at least you were right about his patches meaning something important. 

A shorter man leaves, and the door behind him swings open. To your surprise, the man who holds you – a mysterious stranger, you can’t even seem to find a name on his uniform – doesn’t let you go. His touches feel like you’re burning alive, he is igniting and brilliant and fucking perfect and…

He lets you down to the care of the local police department and some of the uni workers. His hand brushes over your face again – you think he was checking for the injuries but, then again, why would he touch your hair ever so gently only to move it out of your face to take a good look at your lips before letting you go? You’re imagining things, you probably must be – the man is just doing his job, he isn’t trying to fuck you in the nearest hallway even if you wanted him to. 

— Sir. I…thank you, really. For the help. 

— I didn’t do anything, Schatz. Someone must been playing a joke on everyone. 

You are going to find the guy – or a girl, or someone else, you don’t discriminate, everyone is equally capable of calling on the false bomb threats – who informed the special forces about the bomb in the building, and then you are going to kiss them. 

— What kind of joke is this? 

— A dumb one. 

He looks over to his unit – a group of tall, burly men, with weapons and uniforms and everything a girl could ask for – already packing in the vehicles to move out. You brace yourself to ask for his number – for his contact, anything, everything, maybe the favorite tree in the park under which you could meet again. You know that those guys aren’t supposed to reveal their identities, that he is probably out of town anyway, special forces aren’t usually called off to false threats, you know that your attempts are futile and yet, you lick your lips for added confidence and…

— Goodbye, Scahtzen. Stay safe, ja? Don’t want to save you from a real bomb one day. 

— I…I…um, you mean you wouldn’t save me from a real bomb? 

He was already halfway to the armored car before you could say anything. You aren’t nearly confident enough to yell across the whole fucking campus territory to get a number of this hot special forces guy, and something in his hunched shoulders, twitching fingers, and slightly less social and more abrasive manners tells you that he would hate the gesture as much as you would. 

Just like this, your first even real-life military crush is driving away, leaving you bombless, hoeless, and, most certainly, more depressed than ever. Summer is going to be great, right?

*** — What do you mean calling a fucking bomb threat?! 

Your friend wasn’t happy about the pick-up strategy you wanted to use.

*** — Of course, sir, let’s raid a fucking college dorm room. 

Sergeant Sebastian Josed Krueger wasn’t happy about his commander’s newfound love for college girls. 

Mostly because König refused to fucking share. 

My favourite thing about Netflix mobile is that every so often it glitches and—

Oh nooooooo my boobs are soo soft and squishy haha it would be such a shame if someone gently massaged them and left kisses all over them haha and sucked them and left hickeys all over that would be soooo bad

werewolf!konig x human!fem!reader pt2

part 1/masterlist

18+ minors dni!!!

second part guys! hope y'all like this :))) this one is 4.8k!!!

-he goes to the pack elders that night, asking if they still have clothes he can use, or money possibly? the pack has a variety of human items and such that they use for rare outings into town, and quite a bit of money stashed away from trading and doing odd jobs and such, in case something happens or they need to to live as humans

-while he receives a lot of judgemental looks, alpha price gives him clothes and a significant portion of their money with a warm smile, clapping him on the back and chuckling about how he remembers finding his mate for the first time, that feeling and the need to please

-konig goes into the town the next day, keeping a hopeful eye out for you but sadly not seeing you, and purchases all the supplies he thinks he'll need for the cottage

-he also walks past a clothing shop and pauses, debating it for a few seconds before remembering the shock on your face at his naked state and walking inside

-he gets a few looks, a man of his stature not often seen in this town, and with his scar he stands out even more, but he grabs some random shirts and manages to get some soft comfy bottoms that just fit him

-over the next week, he fixes the wobbly stairs and the cracked windows, he fixes the warped doors and the pipes, makes sure the electricity works (that takes longer than everything else, because he has to refer to a library book about all those fancy wires and plugs)

-but he does it eventually, it needs some makeup and some love, but everything works and is in order, so he figures you guys can do the rest together

-he sleeps there each night as well, curling up in the garden in wolf form because it make him feel closer to you, being there

-the night before he'll see you again, price turns up at the cottage and shifts into his human form, eyeing up everything konig has done with an appreciative gaze

-he talks to konig about being mated, about providing for his mate and making sure she's happy and content, and then he talks about human courting rituals

-this upsets konig a little, who's surprised to learn you do not in fact think of him as your mate, considering humans don't have those, and that it will likely take you a little while to even want to live with konig, if you want to try and 'date' him anyway

-his spirits are dampened for a minute before he realises he'll just have to show you what a good mate he can be, he'll just have to show you what your life will be like, how well you'll be cared for 

-when you arrive at the clearing the next day, konig is sitting on the floor in quite tight black briefs, waiting for you to approach before standing up and watching your expression when he towers over you

-he honestly forgot how much taller he was than you after being in wolf form around you consistently, but he quite likes this. he can protect you and if you wanted him to he could embrace you just right, press your face into his chest, he could lay over you and bracket your head with his thick arms, he could have you lie on him and he would barely even feel it-

-he can see you seem a little apprehensive this time again, perusing his body and making him puff his chest out a little, before muttering that "well those are pants i guess"

-his confused look makes you chuckle, and he preens at having made you do that, and then you explain that, well, it's not like they hide much

-konig flushes at your words and your gaze, hoping to god you like what you see, begging anyone looking out for him that he's suitable for you

-as you walk, absentmindedly toward the cottage, you ask him if he's german, and he blinks in surprise, often forgetting he doesn't have the same accent as many other wolves do when they're in human form

-he tells you about a vague memory of some older wolves when he was a pup, ones who told him about a place called Austria and that he's pretty sure he somehow came from there

-while happy you asked a question about him, konig is desperately trying to contain himself so he doesn't spill out all of the questions he's dying to ask you

-after a little bit of comfortable silence, with konig watching you as you walk, you turn to face him and he blushes at being caught, step faltering for a second

-then you sigh, and quietly ask what he wants. what's he trying to do here? what does he want from you?

-konig is confused, not sure why you seem to think he's got some other motive

-he remembers something price said about humans having more than one partner, possibly many in their life, and that 'dating' is very different. sometimes they aren't faithful or they do horrible things to their partners

-he stops walking then, cautiously moving closer to show you how serious he is, and he assures you that he doesn't want anything from you

-he takes your hands as well, hoping it calms you somewhat and also selfishly desperate to feel you again, and sincerely tells you that "I-I would just like to-for you to be happy-"

-he watches you look away shyly at that, hands squeezing his minutely and making his body warm at the contact, before you drop them to keep walking

-konig rubs his palm against his chest as he watches you walk on, feeling cold for the first time in years without your touch, and a little empty without it as well

-after a bit more time you guys reach the cottage again, and he watches intently as you take in the new door, the fixed gate in the front garden, the sealed wall, the new window panes, desperately hoping you like it

-he's even more nervous in human form, and not used to hiding his emotions, so his tail starts swishing randomly, curling up around him and flicking back and forth

-when you turn back to say something (his heart leaps in his chest) he sees your eyes widen at the sight of his tail, which automatically curls around his thigh in nervousness

-that's when you tell him you didn't even realise he still had his tail like this, but it's-it's kind of...cute?

-konig can't stop himself from grinning widely at that, not caring that the scar is pulling his lip down still, eyes crinkling and heart beating double time because yes! you do seem to like his human form! or think it's cute at least!!! he can work with this, it's more than he ever hoped for anyway!!

-he looks a little like a kid at christmas, hands clasped behind his back as he grins happily and watches you peruse the cottage

-the wolf inside him preens and purrs, rolling around and yipping at the fact you keep smiling at little things like the flower baskets by the window, though they are long dead, and the pleasing creak of the door as it swings open

-konig stays where he is in the front garden as you explore, wanting nothing more than stay at your back whenever he can, but remembering you will probably want your space, and you most likely want to be courted

-when you come back out of the cottage, you look apprehensive again and konig straightens up, worried that you've seen something inside that he missed, maybe there's something dangerous in there, is there another animal? are you hurt?

-but no, you send him a quick smile and hesitantly ask what he meant last week when he said it was 'ours'. you do a funny thing with your fingers in the air as you say that, bending your first two and bobbing them around the word, thoroughly confusing konig, but he ignores that for now, tucking it away in his mind to ask price about later-or maybe to ask you about if you'd be willing to teach him about humans

-he smiles tentatively at you then, telling you he didn't mean to make you upset, he knows he was on strong when he told you that-to which you interrupt and go 'coming on strong', making him smile sheepishly-and that if you'd like, the cottage, it's all yours, you can paint it and decorate and do what you would like with it

-your face goes slack at that (a free house?? in this economy????) and you're fully prepared to refuse whatever he wants in return, you're not going to be some sex slave for this stupidly attractive mountain of a man-no, werewolf, that suddenly appears naked in front of you and tells you that you're 'mates'

-but then konig takes an aborted step forward, stopping almost as soon as he starts, looking down at the ground and quietly asking "could I-may I just...see you? again? sometimes? I would very much like to visit you if-if that is good, liebling?"

-maybe it's not the smartest move you've ever made, but he genuinely doesn't seem to care about anything apart from you being okay, apart from making sure he hasn't displeased you in any way, so you nod and smile, telling him shyly that yes, you'd actually like that

-after all, this man has just given you a HOUSE! if you weren't in your right mind, you might be looking over his chiselled 6"10 body and thinking of all the ways you could thank him-but of course you are in your right mind so you totally don't think any of these things, you just agree and look back at the cottage to explore more

-konig isn't quite sure what else might be going through your mind, but he's so overjoyed that you're going to let him visit that he doesn't even care-not until a sharp, tangy and musky scent hits him

-his jaw goes a little slack as he inhales deeply, nostrils flaring and eyes darkening as he watches you. surely that can't be what he thinks it is, surely he must be mistaken-

-either way, konig refuses to scare or intimidate you in any way, so he takes a small step back while you quietly talk about different parts of the cottage. your back is to him so he can't bring himself to stop flicking his tongue out over his lips a few times, tasting just a little bit of that delicious scent in the air

-against his own wishes, a whine bubbles out of his throat, hungry to taste more of that divinity straight from the source. konig realises he's salivating at this point, and that if you turned around you would definitely be able to tell what effect you're having on him

-konig finds himself incredibly thankful that your back is to him once again because jesus he doesn't know he would hide this if you were looking at him, and then at the thought of you looking at him, konig gets even harder

-when you slip round the corner of the house, he shifts quickly into his wolf form so that you won't see anything

-he wishes he was stronger, but he's not and he also likes this form a lot right now because you won't question it if he lets his tongue loll out while he pants and huffs, doing anything he can to taste more of you in the air, or just fill his nose with that gorgeous scent

-when you come back round the other side of the house you startle a little at the side of the huge werewolf again, before relaxing and trotting over to him

-konig whimpers at having startled you again, before seeing you smile and he shakes himself, fluffing out his fur and wagging his tail to look as pretty as he can for you-after all, you called him gorgeous last week!

-when you reach him and your hand goes to scratch his ears immediately, he pants at it and pushes his head into your hand, looking up when you go "you're back! oh-well, I suppose you're actually gone now? which way round is it?"

-he nods at you, attempting to get across that it's whatever you want he does not care as long as you're happy, but you pause, watching him nod with a surprised look

-"you can understand me like that?!?"

-konig freezes, worried at your shocked tone. he hadn't even meant to trick you or anything, he hadn't even known you didn't know that werewolves exist he'd just figured transforming in front of you might not be the most pleasant sight

-he hadn't realised you wouldn't have known he could understand you, and he hopes this won't taint your opinion of him

-happily, you resume scratching his ears again, mumbling "guess i shouldn't have been calling you a good boy so much then huh?"

-but the thought of you never calling him that again is not a nice thought at all, so konig wags his tail violently, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing at your pulse point (he can't resist, you just smell so fucking good) until you laugh and push him back, going "okay okay i can keep calling you that-does that mean you like this as well?"

-and fuck, he doesn't know how he could live without your touch ever again, the way you scratch at his neck and chin gently, tilting his head up towards yours

-he wants so badly to touch you, to please you and make you feel comfortable and desired and loved like he does when he looks at you, but right now his mind is foggy and he smiles as much as he can in wolf form, tipping his head up further and folding his ears back as his eyes slip closed, completely vulnerable with you

-when you start telling him what a pretty wolf he is, he's pretty sure his tail is about to fly off. it's wagging so hard that his entire back end is swaying with the force of it

-eventually he lays down next to you, nosing at your hip until you're lying as well, and he can't stop just staring at you

-he doesn't think he's ever seen something or someone so pretty, not even the full moon on a clear night could hold a candle to his mate, and he rests his head on his paws to watch you

-your head turns to look at the cottage again and then you're talking quietly to him, telling him about this thing called a 'lease' that you have, and for some reason it means you can't leave your place right away, but to be honest, where you live isn't very nice anyway and this cottage is lovely

-he growls when you talk about some man who keeps being annoying about where you live, how he'll show up at random times and try and find excuses to charge you more money, but then your hand strokes his head gently and he whimpers instead, already forgetting what he was so mad about

-you also tell him that maybe you shouldn't so quick to jump at this, given you don't even know him, you don't even know his name-konig lets out a soft 'woof' at that to tell you, before remembering you can't understand him-but for some reason you trust him, for some reason, you feel safe with him and like this, and even though you still don't really know why he's apparently given you a cottage, you're not going to turn it down

-though he whines at you not being able to live there right away, he takes comfort in the fact that you say you'll still come here every week and that you might do parts of the cottage up if that's alright? to which konig jumps up and barks softly, happily, overjoyed his mate wants to work on the home he's chosen

-after that, you only lie with him for a few more minutes before announcing you have to go again, you have stuff to get back to, but you had a very lovely time today

-konig leans back on his front legs and leaves his tail high in the air, trying to show how happy is you spent this time with him and that you said you enjoyed it

-as you start dusting yourself off and walking away, you turn back to him and scratch his ears again, telling him while he is adorable like this (he rolls over for you at that, body warm at your praise), if it's okay you'd quite like to see him in his human form more often? so you can talk to him as well?

-konig nods and nuzzles your stomach in agreement, thinking he's maybe pushing it too far with how much touch he can get away with, but you're so close and still smell so amazing he can't help it

-the next week, konig waits for you by the cottage, this time wearing some of those comfy bottoms he bought in town. it feels a little odd to be covered like this, especially when he's just in the woods, but then you walk over and look him up and down, with what he thinks is an appreciative look, and he suddenly decides he'd wear these every day of the year no problem

-(seriously? he's barely in human form but he buys grey sweatpants?!?)

-this time, you both sit in the front garden and he tells you his name before he asks about you, unable to stop himself after this long waiting and pining

-while he'd been hoping that by now you'd be mated and living together and happily in love, he is happy. he likes learning about you and honestly just watching you. he loves being in your space and being able to smell you, to watch how your face lights up when you talk about a book you read or a show you watched

-while you're there you tell him about how you had some ideas for stuff in the cottage if he's alright with that, and konig can't help interrupting to say you can do whatever you want, it's yours, as long as you like it then he's happy-and fuck, the way you smile shyly has his mind begging him to lurch forward and kiss you, but he's determined to be patient with you so he doesn't

-before you leave this time, he risks stretching a hand out to brush some hair behind your ear

-konig's pulse picks up significantly at that and he's sure you must be able to hear it, or see his heart beating in his chest, he feels so warm and fuzzy and your hair is so soft he never wants to take his hand away

-he trails his fingers over the piece of hair tucked behind your ear again just because he's not ready to stop touching you, but eventually you stand up to leave him

-the next week waiting for you isnt so bad in terms of wondering whether he’ll see you again, because he knows he will and he’s so proud at the fact you want to do stuff to the cottage to make it a home, but he feels bereft anyway at being apart from you, like something is missing from inside him

-however. there is one particularly difficult day, when a few men show up, poking around the cottage

-konig happened to be sleeping in the back garden that night so he’s woken up by then kicking around some of the rubble of the front garden wall, muttering about stability and foundations or something as they inspect various parts of it

-konig wastes no time in rounding the side of the house, stalking quietly but snarling and growling all the while until he’s metres away from the men, baring his teeth when they freeze at the sight of him

-how dare they come here? how dare they touch your cottage? how fucking dare they trespass on his mates territory?

-if they don’t leave in a minute konig knows he’ll tear them apart with his teeth, so he barks at them loudly, startling them enough into movement and watching them fall on their asses before turning and running from the woods

-konig practically struts around the next few days, so happy that he protected your property, so goddamn pleased with himself for taking care of his mate and her things, making sure your nest stays undisturbed

-so he’s really fucking excited to see you a couple of days later, sitting on the front wall waiting for you, sweatpant-clad legs swinging back and forth as he smiles at the thought of you thanking him, you realising how good a mate he is, inviting him into the cottage, into your space and letting him dote on you-

-but you come storming into the little glade, right up to him and pointing a finger in his face and he wilts under your glare, a whine already building in the back of his throat because fuck he upset his mate somehow he did something bad really really bad and he’s such a horrible mate to have displeased you so much-

-then you let it rip, telling him exactly what he did, that those men were trying to survey the house to make sure it was fucking safe and now they’ll probably never come back! konig has probably scared them off for good! he got all territorial and possessive and over protective and now you don’t know if you can convince the men to come back out here!!!!

-his wolf is equally mad and upset with him, torn between snarling at him in fury and whining at you in apology

-he watches you take a deep breath and step back, dropping your hands as his eyes flit over you and he licks his lips, trying desperately to think of something to say

-he doesn't like you moving away either, taking yourself out of reach and moving your scent further from him, so he slides off the wall and takes your hands, his own are shaking a little in fear that you'll leave him, and he tries to explain what happened, that some men came to the cottage and were poking around and it's not theirs! they shouldn't have been here! konig just wanted to protect you, he only wanted to make sure your nest was okay!

-you repeat 'nest' questioningly at him, and he winces as he remembers price telling him humans don't have those, so he shakes his head and replaces it with 'house', hoping you think it's because of the language barrier

-after a couple of minutes with konig trying to brokenly explain the he really thought he was doing the right thing, he's so sorry he just thought he was protecting you but he won't do it again

-you smile eventually, and he feels warm all over once again, grinning sheepishly when you mutter "just don't keep scaring off any more labourers alright?" through a laugh

-it's still a pretty surreal situation for you, but if you can accept that a wolf turned into a man, fell in love with you and then gave you a house while only asking to see you every week, then you can let this slide, you suppose

-konig asks you about what they were here for after that, about what you want to do to the cottage, not doubting for a second that whatever you do will be exactly what the place needs

-so you spend the next few hours just talking to him, telling him about your plans, how it might be slow going because hell, renting has eaten up your savings a little but it'll be a good project to have! and besides, it's mostly cosmetic you think, it seems pretty sound otherwise

-konig's tail wags hard at that, making you jump when you see it, still not used to it in his human form

-and then

-and then tentatively, you ask to touch it, or if that's a no-go with wolves?

-konig is speechless at that-it's not really a no-go or anything, it's just not really a thing. wolves don't tend to fuss much with their tails and konig has never really focused too much on his apart from grooming himself, but jesus christ the thought of you touching him is enough to render his jaw slack and he nods so fucking fast at you

-he uses it as an excuse to shift closer where you're both sitting on the floor, knees nudging against yours as he curls his tail around his hip to brush against you

-and holy hell when you get your hand on it, when you gently stroke the end of it-it feels like fucking lightening

-he whimpers and shifts even closer, almost toppling you into his lap in his haste, and your hand strokes a long line all the way down his tail, cradling it in your lap as you smile at the softness

-konig lets his eyes fall closed at it, soaking in the sensation of his mate touching him and taking such care and being so gentle with his tail and it's almost too much, but he wouldn't be able to move away if the world was burning around him

-after a few minutes your hand pauses and he hears you choke down a cough quietly, like you're trying not to disturb him, but his hearing is much better than a humans and he flicks his eyes open to look at you inquisitively, wondering what's wrong

-he feels almost drowsy, like he's been asleep for a while as he looks at you, his body is relaxed and boneless because of your ministrations, so it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up with your eyes darting from his face, down, and back up again as a hint

-when he does look down, he's greeted by the sight of his heavily tented sweatpants, and he blushes, mouth going dry

-it's as if now that he's seen it he can suddenly feel the arousal pulsing through him, the throbbing need he feels at your touch, and he whimpers deep in his throat, worried you might think he's angling for something

-the thought of 'something' with you makes him lick his lips, and his breath hitches because fuck, he can taste that tangy kind of musk on his tongue, sitting heavy in his mouth again

-his mind is full of images for a split second, making his cock jerk as he imagines him laying you back on the large bed in the cottage, on sheets you've chosen for your nest, of him gently spreading your legs, watching you open up just so he can drink from you to sate his hunger

-and then he remembers that he's being a good mate, that he's not going to pressure you into anything, and as you're not making any move or acknowledging your arousal, you must not want to pursue anything, so he shuffles back awkwardly, sucking in a breath when the head of his dick chafes against his briefs

-this is why he hates clothes, he remembers, bitterly, at the feeling-though his wolf rears up again at that, telling him that if he's a good enough mate and he courts you well enough, maybe he can convince you to stop wearing clothes altogether as well and-

-he has to bite his lip to stop a small moan spilling out at that mental image, already way too pent up to be thinking like that

-clearing your throat, you stroke his tail gently one more time before letting it go and a spurt of precum leaves his cock, making him stand up before it soaks into the material covering it and it becomes even more obvious what your touch is doing to him-as if you couldn't see already

-when you stand up with him, you brush your hands together and stick them in your pockets, telling him you'll see him next week, and to not scare off any more surveyors alright?

-konig wants to kick himself for standing up, for accidentally prompting you to leave-his wolf whines and flops down, bemoaning the fact that your hands had been all over him and touching him and stroking him and telling him how soft his tail is, and he'd made it stop! what kind of an idiot is he!!

-but konig silences his wolf for the time being, reminding it that it's better for you to go and come back next week, rather than to see him come in his briefs because of a simple touch and be so repulsed that you won't come back at all-because he was dangerously close to that happening...

plz comment or reblog or send an ask if u happen to like how my little werewolf thing is going! i'm having some fun writing it so i hope you guys are having fun reading it!

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You're in her dms well i'm in my jammies. goodnight

sorry my bulge is so squeezable and fat it's literally not my fault *runs away crying, jiggle physics activating*

this is how act 1 happened right. right.

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

The fact that there is an alive and well community shipping characters from the awful Hobbit movies together is proof that yaoi can prosper in even the darkest places

the hobbit movies were great because peter jackson was like "i want to adapt the hobbit into a movie" and warner brothers was like "no you're gonna make it a trilogy for no reason and make us a billion dollars" and richard armitage was like "the studio has tricked me, classically trained richard armitage, into being here so i'm going to portray a closeted homosexual" and martin freeman was like "i'm in a new zealand commercial!!"

"I could fix him" well DON'T, I'm trying to breed a new generation of trembling pursedog freakboys and I need his cringefail loser genes.