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I hate the last two bits (I think Iâm definitely going to redraw them when I have more energy) but i LOVE good siblings raven and Charles. They are the ultimate duo. đ
Here are my absolute favorite Ao3 Cherik fics that I highly recommend to everyone! Most are set within canon, but there are a few brilliant AUs sprinkled throughout. Listed in alphabetical order by title. (Will update this as I find more.)
again and again and again and again by Salty_Sam. Set post-First Class / pre-Days of Future Past. Charles beach divorce angst. (Also features Hank/Raven.)
All Our Stolen Summertimes by @sinspirefly (ongoing). Multi-chapter. Set post-First Class. (Also features prominent Hank/Raven.)
Beautiful Dreamer by WaxRhapsodic. Multi-chapter AU in which Nina Gurzsky survives. Set during, and then diverges from, Apocalypse. (Also features prominent Dadneto, sibling bonding, mama Raven & son Kurt, brief Erik/Magda, brief Charles/Moira, background Hank/Raven, background Ororo/Peter, alternate origin story for David Haller.)
Blood Runs Thicker by @swordsandsadness. Multi-chapter. Set post-Apocalypse. (Also features Dadneto.)
But for you Iâd leave it all by Pangea. Explicit. Multi-chapter no-powers AU where Charles is a member of nobility about to enter an arranged marriage and Erik is the jeweler hired to create the wedding rings for his childhood friend who heâs still in love with.
francis forever by cowboy_like_me12. Set Set post-First Class / pre-Days of Future Past. More Charles beach divorce angst.
Have Some Faith by @roseghoul26 . Multi-chapter. Set during the First Class Gay Mutant Road Trip.
Isnât It Extraordinary? by frau_kali. Explicit. Set during the First Class Gay Mutant Road Trip.
The King of Second Chances by @luninosity . Set during the First Class Gay Mutant Road Trip.
Looking Forwards (Backwards) by @allourheroes. Set post-Days of Future Past in the new future. (Also features Jean as Cherikâs âdaughter.â)
Love by @apolesen . Set post-First Class. More Charles beach divorce angst.
Plaid shirt days (A Cherik Gilmore Girls AU) by @star-lights-up . Multi-chapter no-powers Gilmore Girls AU. (Also features Jean/Scott, Hank/Raven.)
sailor song by @penmarks (ongoing). Multi-chapter. Explicit. Set during First Class.
savor every second together by pyroallerdyce. Explicit. 5-part series set post-Days of Future Past. (Also features prominent Dadneto, mama Raven & son Kurt, Cherik being parental figures to young Jean & Ororo, and all the juicy rich characterization for Peter that he shouldâve been given in the films.)
Show Me Yours and Iâll Show You Mine by frau_kali. Set during the First Class Gay Mutant Road Trip.
Steal Some Time and Start Again by @nathanbellamy. Multi-chapter AU in which Peter takes some of Hankâs serum during the Pentagon breakout. Set during, and then diverges from, Days of Future Past. (Dadneto-centric.)
Turtlenecks and Promises by @charlesxavierthetelepath . Set post-First Class / pre-Days of Future Past. More Charles beach divorce angst.
What died didnât stay dead, youâre alive in my head. by @star-lights-up (ongoing). Multi-chapter First Class/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D./Loki crossover in which Charles and Shawâs consciousnesses merge after the coin scene and the team seeks out the TVA for multiversal help to save Charles. (Also features Hank/Raven.)
Wrap You In Dreams Of Me by askaniblue (ongoing). Multi-chapter. Set post-The Last Stand.
you can hear it in the silence (on the way home, with the lights out) by @ch3rry (ongoing). Multi-chapter no-powers The Sound of Music AU.
once again saying thank you for adding me! also everyone else needs to check out all of these other fics I've read a good portion of them and they're AMAZING.
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I usually never message on here but had to message bc !!!!!!
So Iâve been reading Ivy for a WHILE now, I literally save reading each chapter for a good day (I only do this with fics I absolutely ADORE and do not want to finish too quickly bc I know Iâll never get them back again..sigh đ) and a good day only. Finally got around to reading Chapter 12 and the way you wrote that was CRAZYYYYYY. The build up, the way you carried it all out? Obsessed!!! Also I generally steer away from fics that feature TB!Arthur because Iâm too much of an emotional wreck to read those and I actively avoid that part of the game when I replay, it just brings up too much in me that Iâd rather just block it all out and keep my healthy Arthur. So when you dropped that in the Chapter? Sobbed. SOBBBEDDDDDDDD. Bawled my eyes out so hard it had me biting down on my hand in fear that I was going to WAILLLLLLL if I didnât đyou wrote that part SO WELL.đđ Fic was too good I had to keep reading and oh my, you did not disappoint. Still am yet to read the rest but myyyyyyyyy gosh, really do NOT want to get to the end of this fic. đ„č I hope you know that your writing goes CRAZY, evokes so much emotion in people and has it living rent free on a daily in my brain
oh. wow.
you've actually left me speechless, anon.
it's been a bit since i've finished that fic, and i am still so incredibly proud of it, but i haven't thought about it much in recent weeks (new projects and such). but reading this just brought back all that excitement and love i had for writing that fic (can i feel nostalgic for something that ended only a couple of months ago?)
honestly, chapter 12 was the one i was most worried about writing because of just how many plot points there were, how many things i had to tie up and incorporate. so THANK YOU.
as for TB!Arthur, i, too, tend to steer away from those fics unless I'm in the mood for emotional devastation. but damn the angst is really fun to write
I have no idea if you've finished the fic by the time I posted this, but I really, sincerely hope you enjoyed it. i say i write for myself, which is mostly true, but it is so gratifying to get this like this, to see other people enjoy the story that i came up with while listening to taylor swift alone in my room (lmao). thank you so much for this, for your wonderful praise, much love <33
maybe once i've finsihed the fic i'm working on right now, i might dust off the old reader insert shoes. how I've missed arthur morgan...
open tag to anyone, but adding a few in case people missed it earlier on their tl: @mikichko @ohlawdthebirds @sentientcave @femalefemur @madstronaut @pricegouge @dwarvenales
thank you both mads and griss for the tags <3 put blonde-ish hair for me because thatâs what i wanna dye my hair đ
no pressure tagging, apologies for anyone that may have already been tagged or already participated: @vgilantee @secretsynthetic @mikichko @eowynstwin @fulltacs @pfhwrittes @syoddeye @waves-against-a-cliff @cas-backwards-tie @vampirekilmer @tojisun @rememberwren @wraithdance @kyletogaz @dwarvenales @gemmahale @sentientcave @femalefemur @sqeedledob @charliemwrites and anyone else who wants to do this or sees this <3
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Synopsis: After a long day, König offers some much-needed âstress reliefâ.
Tags: Title From A Sabrina Carpenter Song, Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter, Edging, Not Beta Read, Fem Pronouns For Reader, Bit Of A Size Kink, Porn No Plot, Vibrators, Fingering, Cunnilingus, König Lifts His Mask The Tiniest Amount To Eat You Out, Scar Kink(?), Is That Even A Thing, Doggystyle, Safe Sex, German Is A Fun Language, Kissing, Cuddling
Author's Note: My four-and-a-half years of German classes are finally coming into use (but Iâm nowhere near fluent, so correct my mistakes lol). Also contains descriptions of what I imagine König to look like. Everyone is free to their own interpretation.
Also I'm like a year too late for this but whatever lol
and this one is just pure porn guys, so... do with that what you will
Explicit content, minors DNI
You felt ridiculous.Â
Desperate. Anxious. Ridiculous.
Pacing across your small room didnât help, your frenzied state unending. Anxiety hammered your heart, your stomach twisted in knots, and your hands ached from tensing them so much. Your breathing wasnât much better, coming and going in quick huffs of air; you felt like you were going to pass out.Â
You were a goddamn soldier, a ruthless mercenary; you shouldnât be acting this way. Youâd faced down the worst of humanity and came out victorious; the idea of König coming to your room shouldnât render you so⊠timid.Â
Youâre not sure why you took König up on his offer for âstress reliefâ. Heâd seen how tense you were all day around the base, the reason for that feeling long since forgotten, your words clipped, muscles tensed. It wasnât an unusual emotion for you, but heâd never offered his assistance.Â
Until today. You werenât quite sure what changed.
A shiver went down your spine when you remembered his voice as he whispered, large frame pressed up close against yours, but not close enough to touch. âLet me help you, Schatz,â heâd said, and you were certain if you could see his face, thereâd be a smirk on his lips. You wondered if he knew how you felt about him.Â
Desperate to be rid of the tension in your body, and desperate for him, youâd agreed. It wasnât until youâd reached your room that it sunk in, what youâd agreed to. It wasnât that you regretted it, far from it, but now your stress levels were even higher than they were before.Â
You wouldnât lie and say that you hadnât hoped that something like this would happen. Youâd had the biggest crush, which sounded so juvenile for someone like you, on him since the moment youâd signed on with KorTac a few years ago.Â
And how could you not? He was tall, almost intimidatingly so, with a broad build to match. And the muscles werenât all for show, just as deadly with his body as he was with his weapons out on the field. You remember the first time youâd watched him take down someone with his hands, a memory that had ingrained itself into your dirtiest dreams.Â
As for the rest of his appearance, you werenât quite sure. Heâd never taken off his âmaskâ (a shirt, youâd later come to find out) in front of you, even when on jobs together. You never pried, though, respecting his need for privacy. And besides, you didnât have to see his face to know that he was the most stunning person youâd ever met. His eyes, baby blue, yet torturously haunted, were all that you needed to see to confirm that. After years of only seeing them, youâd gotten good at reading them like you would facial expressions.Â
Too caught up in your thoughts, you nearly tripped as your foot caught on the edge of your bed, a small, dingy thing. A mix of a sigh and groan left you, as well as a soft curse as you shook your hurt foot. Glancing at the small LED clock beside your bed, the time read 9:26.
König hadnât given you a time when you asked, only a teasing, âTonight.â Which meant, that at any moment, youâd hear him knocking on your door.
Or maybe he wouldnât. Maybe this was all a joke, a cruel one at that. Maybe he knew about your infatuation with him, and this was his response. Deep down, you knew König enough to know that he wouldnât do something like that, but your anxiety-riddled brain couldnât think rationally right now.Â
Before disappointment could set in, there was a surprisingly gentle knock on the door. But to you, it sounded like two gunshots had just gone off in the room, your ears now ringing in response.Â
A soft gasp left you, and you swore your heart stopped. Taking a second to take a deep breath, you fixed your hair as you walked to the door, suddenly worried about your appearance. Your hand shook as you grabbed the handle, time seemingly slowing as you opened the door.
There, just like he said he would be, was König, his body damn near filling the entire doorframe, the tiniest bits of light from the hallway sneaking in. He was dressed down, which made sense for the time of day, so it shouldnât have come as such a shock to you to see his bare arms. He mustâve been feeling particularly cruel, to be wearing a tight, black short-sleeve shirt instead of his usual loose long-sleeves. His hands were shoved into the pockets of some black sweatpants, and it almost felt wrong to see him like this.Â
And as his eyes widened the tiniest amount, you realized that he, too, had never seen you in loungewear. Wearing a tank top and some sleep shorts, you might as well have been naked with the way his gaze roamed over your body, setting your body alight. A part of you wondered if this was the first time heâd looked at you like this, or if your attraction hadnât been as one-sided as you believed.Â
You werenât quite sure what to say; you both knew why he was here. So instead of making a fool of yourself by attempting to talk, you took a step back, wordlessly inviting König into your room.Â
As he stepped in, you watched as his head moved around, taking in his surroundings. Your room wasnât much, but it was a step up from the shared room you had when you first joined. There was a bed, a full size at most, the headboard pressed up against the wall, with standard-issue grey sheets. A nightstand sat beside it, with the LED clock, and a lamp that currently struggled to fight against the darkness of the night as it poured through the lame excuse of a window that resided at the top of the wall. A few other pieces of furniture, a dresser, a desk, and a shelf, were each in their respective spots, leaving not a lot of free room.
So, as König walked in, your room felt incredibly small, nearly suffocating. It didnât help that every time you saw König your breathing turned labored, which wasnât the best thing to happen to you out on the field. But your years of suppressing your desires had trained you well, able to put on an impression that you were unaffected.Â
âDo you want this?â
Youâd barely heard König, your heart thudding too loudly. He had turned to face you, hands still in his pockets, a casual stance. But his eyes told a different story, hooded with lust, and boring into you.Â
Swallowing, you failed to notice the way his eyes zeroed in on the action. Nodding your head was the only thing you could do, never feeling so certain bout something in your life. But you were nervous. What if you disappointed him? What if this wrecked what relationship the two of you had? What if this was all still a joke?
You hadn't expected König to have moved so that he was right in front of you. Was he always this tall? Towering over you, you felt his fingers, free from their usual gloves, grasp your chin, forcing your eyes onto him. A strangled noise died in your throat at the action, but he felt it, and you watched his eyes crinkle in the corners. He was grinning.Â
âUse your words, Schatz.â The endearment, although in a foreign language, made you melt. You werenât entirely sure what it meant, even after hearing it before, but he said it so sweetly that you didnât need to know what it meant to feel its effects.Â
Your heart was fluttering now, your brain fighting between feeling anxious and exhilarated. König mustâve detected this inner battle of yours, something softening in his gaze. The hand holding your chin moved to your wrist, grabbing it loosely enough so that you could pull away if you wanted to, and he slowly pulled your hand up until it rested on his chest, palm flat against his left pec.Â
Once the shock of touching him subsided, you were confused as he watched you expectantly. You went to try to speak but were subsequently silenced by König as he shook his head, pressing your hand down harder. It was then you could finally feel beneath your fingertips his heartbeat, much too fast for the casual stance he had earlier.Â
He was just as nervous about this as you were.
He let go of your wrist once he saw you felt it, but you didnât pull your hand away, quickly gaining confidence knowing you werenât alone in your nerves. âI want this, König.â You were pleasantly surprised to find that your voice was steady, not even the tiniest bit hoarse. Iâve wanted this for a long time.
Pleased, you could also detect the tiniest bit of relief from him, uncertainty playing a part in his nervous behavior. But that was quickly washed away when his authoritative demeanor returned; youâre not sure why you expected anything else. In every room he walked into, he demanded respect, to be listened to. Followed. Obeyed. You just never thought that it carried into more intimate moments.Â
You certainly werenât complaining. Not when you could feel arousal pool in your gut, a pleasant warmth that flowed through your entire body. Not when every word he spoke made you shiver, his accent thick, voice pitched lower. And now that your nerves had died down, all that was left was excitement, which nearly made you just as jumpy. As he brought his masked face close to yours, you swore your breathing stopped; it almost felt like the anticipation youâd feel before a kiss.
But his destination wasnât your lips, although his eyes did flick down to them momentarily. No, he stopped before they could connect, mask and all. Resting his head against yours, which took a bit of bending on his part, you felt two warm hands begin to trail down your body, starting right at your collarbones.Â
You watched as his eyes trailed over your face, gauging your reaction. When he was met with nothing but desire and want, his touch grew more certain, yet he didnât pick up the pace. His fingers continued to drag down your body until you wanted to push them down to where you wanted. Something told you that that wouldnât go over well, but you had to admit you were curious to see what his reaction would be.Â
You chose to just shift in his grasp instead of trying to force his touch lower, hoping heâd get the message. You knew he did when you heard him chuckle, a sound that always made you weak in the knees, now especially. âPatience.âÂ
You could detect the warning well enough, but you couldnât bring yourself to listen to it. âPlease, König.â You didnât care if you were begging. All you could think about was how close he was to giving you what you wanted.Â
Another chuckle left the Austrian, but this one sounded more cruel. âYou are going to have a long night.â
Before you could even think about his words, he was effortlessly sweeping you off your feet, hands having found their way to the back of your thighs. Insticinvly, your legs wrapped around his body, but you knew he didnât need the extra help, and you also knew that he wouldnât drop you. With a surprised laugh, you hung on as König carried you over to the bed, eyes never once leaving your face like he was enraptured by it.Â
Unfortunately, the walk to the bed was brief, and before you could get comfortable in his arms, he was depositing you onto the bed. So much for not dropping you. It didnât hurt, no, more surprising than anything, the breath briefly getting knocked out of you. The cheaper bed groaned under the weight, rusty springs a godawful symphony of noises, but you paid them no mind.Â
Hungry eyes watched you from the foot of the bed as you moved up towards the headboard, back resting against it. Once you were settled, König stalked over to the side of the bed, his movements nothing but predatory. Yet oddly enough, you felt safe. You both trusted each other enough to watch over the other while out on the field and so you felt that same trust here. Deep down, you knew that if you were to tell him to stop, he would, no questions asked. Yet you knew you probably wouldnât need him to.Â
But he didnât sit down, rather moving to the nightstand beside you. Your dazed state quickly dissipated once he started rummaging inside of it, but you were too late to do anything. With burning cheeks, you watched as he pulled out a pink device, which looked comically small in his hands.Â
You wanted nothing more than to bury your face in your hands and pray for your demise, yet you were stuck in place once his attention returned to you. You just knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face, and if you werenât so mortified about him finding the toy, then you wouldâve made some comment to wipe it right off.Â
Finally, König sat beside you, the vibrator still in his hand. With his other, you felt his touch return to your calf, featherlight, and leisurely making its way to the waistband of your shorts. âYou use this a lot?â
âKönigâŠâ Your voice wasnât as assertive as youâd have liked, coming out more as a breathy whine.Â
âAnswer my question.â His hand stopped moving, stopping right at your knee. No matter how you shifted or squirmed, he didnât move.
With a deep sigh, you tried to ignore the embarrassment you felt when you nodded your head. You then remembered his words from earlier. âYes,â was all you said, but that seemed to be enough for him, as he continued his ascent with his fingers.
But his tormenting wasnât done there, as after a few seconds you heard him speak again. âWhat do you think about?â This question came quieter than the first like he was sharing a piece of gossip, not asking you to reveal your deepest fantasies.Â
You.Â
The word was on the tip of your tongue, yet you couldnât bring yourself to say them, to admit to him. How youâd dreamed of moments like this. How youâd imagined him touching you, fucking you, devouring you. So much information was on the verge of being spilled, and you were scared of it happening, too many what-ifs floating in your brain to keep track.Â
But any attempt of holding back your words disappeared when Königâs hand retracted, and you found the words stuttering out of you, desperate to feel him again. âI think about you, KönigâŠâ You nearly felt out of breath after, your chest heaving for air, your cheeks now on fire.Â
König, much to your surprise, didnât seem taken aback by your words. Instead, you watched as his eyes darkened even more, which seemed like an impossible feat. âI thought as much,â his voice sounded more like a growl, and you fought the urge to press your thighs together. âAnd what do I do, when you think of me?â
Now that the cat was out of the bag, you felt less embarrassed about speaking. You were further encouraged when his hand settled on your thigh, pulling lightly at the hem of your shorts. âI⊠Iâve thought of you using toys,â you glanced at his other hand briefly, âyour fingers. Your mouth.â The last one came out more like a whisper; heâd have to take his mask off in order for the last one to be true, and you both knew he wasnât doing that.Â
By the time you had finished speaking, he had reached your waistband, fingers dipping beneath it to brush against your skin. He hummed like he was truly thinking deeply over your words. âIn that order?â If it was meant to be teasing, you couldnât tell.Â
Words died in your throat as you struggled to speak, your newfound confidence nonexistent. König, thankfully, took some pity on you, realizing that this was all a bit much. âWould you like me to take care of you?â
That you were able to respond to. âPlease.â
An appreciative groan reverberated through his broad chest. âSehr gut.â You werenât certain what he was saying, but the infliction sounded like a praise, and your body responded as it would if it had been spoken in a language you knew.
You expected him to continue speaking, so imagine your surprise when in one strong tug, he tore your shorts off your body, before throwing them somewhere in the room. You heard an audible gasp from him when he saw you were completely bare underneath, completely exposed to him. You watched his hands flex from where they hung in the air, momentarily taken aback, his restraint pulled tight.Â
He recovered quickly, blue eyes obscured by black irises now staring at you. âNo underwear?â It was a redundant question, yet he asked anyway, wanting you to admit to it. Sheepishly, you nodded, your reward being a low chuckle. âGott, you are trying to kill me.â
That was the last thing he said before he was settling at the end of your bed, right where your feet sat. His unoccupied hand grabbed your ankle, pulling your legs apart so that he could settle between them. With both thighs resting on his shoulders, you could no longer close your legs, unless you wanted to suffocate the man between them. You doubt he would complain, though.Â
His face was inches from your center, and you could feel the heat radiating from him with each breath he took. His eyes had left your face, now drinking in the sight before him, and you could tell he was pleased with what he saw. Quite pleased, if the groan he let out told you anything.Â
âSo wet already,â he murmured as if he was surprised. You had little time to feel any sort of embarrassment, before two wide fingers ran through your folds, collecting the arousal there. You watched, then, as he brought his fingers below his mask, and you were able to fill in the details as his eyes fell shut with a hum of appreciation.Â
Very much distracted, youâd momentarily forgotten about the device in his other hand until the unmistakable buzzing noise filled the air. Your breathing was labored as you waited for his next move, where he would touch you next. You, luckily, did not have to wait long to find out, as those two fingers returned, this time working to spread you open. His eyes finally shot up to yours, his desire evident, and there was an unspoken question in the gesture. More?
You would take all that he could give you, greedily. If he gave you scraps, you would take scraps with a thankful smile. If he gave you a goddamn meal, then you would savor every moment, every drop. With a shaky smile, you gave him a nod, not needing to use your words this time.Â
The first graze of the toy over your clit made you jump, eliciting an amused shake of Königâs head. âRelax, Schatz.â
And you tried. Taking a deep breath, you went through the breathing exercises you were taught when you first enlisted. Either it was thinking about the breathing exercises, or the exercises themselves, but you found yourself relaxing a bit, your muscles not as wound up as they once were.Â
So when König once again pressed the vibrator against the bundle of nerves, you still jolted. Not out of shock, but because of the pleasure that action brought. And instead of pulling away like last time, he kept his hand in place, making you squirm.Â
Soft whines and gasps of air were heard from you, hands fisting the sheets beside you. You wanted to hold on to him, but you were worried that once you grabbed on, you wouldnât want to let go. âKönigâŠâ you moaned, trying to express just how good he was making you feel. Every nerve in your body tingled, that unmistakable tightness growing in your abdomen. You werenât close, but you didnât think it would take long with how worked up youâd been waiting for him.Â
The hand holding you open ascended, your back arching into his touch as he dragged his fingers over your stomach, your ribs, before encapsulating one of your breasts in a large, warm hand. âDu bist so schön,â he murmured, a glint of something in his eye. It quickly turned mischievous, though, when you just nodded along, his words meaning nothing to you. âDu hast keine Idee, was ich sage.â
When you neither confirmed nor denied his observation, he laughed, much to your confusion, but you were too caught up in your pleasure to care much. âOh, Schatz.â It almost sounded patronizing, something that shouldnât have gotten you as worked up as it did. Another plea of his name tore from your lips, the pressure in you building and building.Â
Glancing down between your legs, you were surprised to find his eyes already on you. A squeeze of his hand had you keening, König making a noise that almost seemed proud. âSo responsive. Nur fĂŒr mich.â
What could you do besides nod? Even if you could understand him, you doubted youâd be able to process his words. And besides, hearing him speak his native tongue was always a treat, so hearing him like this was melting you, another thing setting your body alight. Your thighs were beginning to shake, something that did not go unnoticed by the man between them.Â
âKönig⊠fuck, just a lilâ moreâŠâ You failed to see the plan he was formulating, your eyes screwed shut as pleasure overtook you. That tension was becoming unbearable now, and just on the verge of snapping. Your hips rocked and twisted, your fingers cramping with how hard you were gripping the sheets. You were on the edge, just teetering. All you needed was a little push, and-
The sound of silence was deafening as König turned the toy off, setting it on the bed beside you. Your eyes flew open, nowhere near expecting him to pull away just as you were about to cum. It wouldâve been embarrassing, the frustrated noise you let out, but all you could think and feel was your waning orgasm. You went to try and finish yourself, but a strong hand caught your wrist before you could move.Â
âKönigâŠâ you warned, pleaded. Like sand, you could feel your release escaping through your fingers. âY-You said you would help me relax.â
âYou are distracted, nein?âÂ
It was true, your mind was far from the stresses of the day. But a new stress was building, one that was being caused by him. âKönig-â
âLay back down.â
You hadnât even realized youâd sat up, and with a sigh, you sunk back against the pillows, hoping he didnât see the way your cheeks darkened at the way he commanded you. You could feel yourself continue to come down from that delicious high, body still strung tight like a string on a violin. König played you so well, that you doubted it would take long for you to reach that precipice again. But would he give you what you wanted, or continue to dangle it above your head, just out of reach? You both loved and hated the game he was playing, but your patience was bound to run out eventually.Â
He settled in between your legs again, both hands empty this time. A few minutes passed, König lazily tracing his fingers across your bare legs and stomach, truly letting the embers of your previous orgasm burn out.
After what felt like an eternity, he began to drag his touch inward, making you gasp lightly. Like he did before, you felt him pass his fingers through you. The stimulation was almost too much, but it was the best thing youâd ever felt, a soft whine leaving you. That whine turned into a moan when he pressed a digit into you, aided by your arousal.Â
He wasted no time in working his finger in and out of you, setting a slow yet intense pace. Your previous decision to not hold on to him quickly fell apart, desperately reaching down to him. There was a second of surprise before he gave you his other hand, your fingers immediately locking with his. It was a startling difference, the innocent gesture of handholding versus the way he was making you see stars with every crook of his fingers.Â
His fingers were wide, much wider than yours, so the stretch burned when he added a second. He gave you a moment to adjust before moving, murmuring soft words of praise. âGutes MĂ€dchen,â he purred. âGott, look at you, taking me so well.â Each word was enunciated with a thrust of his fingers, pulling noises from you you didnât even know were possible.Â
As amazing as his fingers felt, you need more. Wanted more. Glancing down at König, you gave him as wide eyes as you could, and he seemed to get the message. âYou want more?â Upon your fervent nodding, he shook his head teasingly. âSo greedy.â
For a moment, you were convinced that he wasnât going to fulfill your request. That was until he pulled his hand away from yours, reaching for the base of his mask. Your heart damn near stopped when you realized what he was doing, and with a shocked gasp, you shut your eyes, unsure if he wanted you to see.Â
You felt him pause, the rustling of fabric ceasing, before his voice rang out. âLook at me.â For the first time since youâd met him, youâd heard his voice clearly, not muffled by his mask.Â
Cautiously, you opened your eyes, still partially convinced that this was a test of sorts. All of those worries disappeared when your eyes landed on him. His mask wasnât fully off, not like you expected, and a part of you was relieved. You donât think you were ready for that.Â
Instead, it was pulled up just past his mouth, revealing most of his lower face, and any image youâd created of him in your mind was immediately forgotten, replaced with the sight in front of you. He had a wider jaw, with a decent amount of stubble adorning his cheeks. His lips were full, the top smaller than the bottom, and pulled into a small smile that made your stomach erupt into butterflies. He was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men youâd ever laid eyes on, and this was only a part of his face.
But what stuck out to you the most, and would stick out to anyone who saw him, was the large scar that cut upwards on the right side of his upper lip, disappearing under the mask as it continued. The rest of the skin had healed together, except for on his lip, where, similar to a cleft lip but smaller, there was a gap, exposing a sharp canine. It was like his lip was turned up in a constant sneer.
You had no idea how he got that scar, and knowing the job you both did, it was probably quite traumatic. But the scar, alongside the rest of him, had desire churning so strongly in your gut that you nearly felt ill. It felt almost too good to be true, yet here he was, in between your legs, staring at you like you were the best thing on this forsaken planet, his hips grinding against the bed as he pleasured you.Â
âHallo, Schatz.â You were entranced by the way his lips moved as he spoke, and he noticed it, a cocky grin now on display. God, the effect that smirk had on you was immediate, his smugness immeasurable when he felt your body react on his fingers. âYou know how to make a man feel good.â
You managed to roll your eyes, not wanting to bolster his ego that much, making König laugh in response. But his playful mood was quickly replaced by one of pure desire, moving forward until you could feel his warm breath hit your center. His fingers had resumed their motions, that tension once again building in your abdomen. It felt stronger this time like your body was punishing you for not allowing the tension to release last time.Â
Not once did his eyes break away from yours, not even as his tongue flicked out to taste you, and you could feel his smile, never once dropping. He did it again, this time nudging your over-sensitive clit, making your hips buck. Letting his mask fall on your body to keep it held up, his now free hand splayed across your lower abdomen, keeping you in place, unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure.Â
Even quicker than before, you found yourself careening toward that edge, your nails digging into Königâs arm, likely leaving marks. His name replayed like a chant on your lips with each crook of his fingers, each flick of his tongue, every suck from his lips. You couldnât see him any longer, your head thrown back against the pillows.
âKönig⊠please.â You almost didnât want to tell him you were close, afraid of him taking your release away from you again. But you figured he didnât need you to tell him to know, with the way your thighs shook and walls fluttered around his fingers. You felt him smirk again, a sense of dread washing over you at its implication. âPlease, König⊠let me cum.â
Forcing your head back down, you watched as he considered your plea, and for a second, you thought you were in the clear. That was until he pulled his mouth away, his lower face glistening, that smirk still there, before the mask fell back down. His fingers pulled away next, groaning when he watched you clench around nothing.
Frustrated was nowhere close to how you felt, tears now prickling your eyes as yet another orgasm was withheld. The torture was delicious, yes, but you were going to lose it if you didnât get to cum soon. Youâd wanted this for so long, to fall apart under his ministrations, and you were tired of waiting. Your voice wavered as you whined his name, but there wasnât anything either of you could do now, as you felt that almost high fade away again.Â
With a defeated sigh, you let your head hit the pillows again, your legs sliding off Königâs shoulders. You didnât get to relax long, though, before his accented voice hit your ears again, unfortunately muffled. âRoll over.â
Without trying to hide your displeasure, you complied, glaring at him as you turned. You hoped he couldnât tell how excited you actually were, fighting back an eager smile. He chuckled from behind you as you settled on your hands and knees, trailing off when he took in the sight before him. âI will ignore that attitude. This time.â
As you thought over the implications of this time, you felt König stand, followed by the sound of rustling fabric, as well as the crinkle of plastic. Something stirred in you at the fact that he came prepared, meaning he wanted this as much as you did. Youâre not sure why you still believed he didnât, but the reassurance was nice, to say the least.Â
Glancing over your shoulder, you managed to catch a glimpse of him, the sight making you nearly snap your head back around. Nearly. He had shed his pants, his black shirt rising enough to reveal a pale, muscular abdomen, created from years of intense labor and exercise. He radiated power, and a part of you wondered if that translated into more intimate aspects like his authoritativeness had. Would he be rough with you? Or would he be more ginger, like his touch had been for most of the night; not gentle, but not on the verge of hurting?
You would take either way, as long as it was him doing it.Â
âIt is rude to stare.â
His tone was teasing, yet it still pulled you out of your shameless ogling. Caught red-handed, an almost sheepish smile appeared on your face. âYou canât blame me when you look like that. Youâre a sight, König.â
For the first time that night, König seemed at a loss for words, staring at you like youâd grown a second head. If his mask was still pulled up, you figured you would see his lips struggling to form words, and, if you were lucky, a blush creeping up his face. It was a beautiful image in your mind, one that made you smile harder.Â
Clearing his throat, König shook himself out of whatever daze he had been in, and you pocketed his weakness away for later. Checking you for any last-second hesitations, he let the rest of the clothing on his lower body fall away, effectively shifting the power back into his hands. And despite yourself, a small noise left you at the sight, further stroking his already massive ego.Â
As to be expected for someone of his size, he was large, and painfully hard, if the hiss he let out told you anything. He was proportional to his hand as he took himself in it, stroking himself a few times, but you knew youâd struggle to hold him in yours. Just like the rest of his body, he was pale, with an almost purple tip that leaked precum.Â
Turning your head back around before you lost your nerve, a few seconds passed before you felt the bed creak again, assumedly to put on the condom. One hand pressed between your shoulders, wordlessly pressing your face and chest into the bed. His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling your ass against him, another small noise leaving you when his cock pressed into you. You let him maneuver you as he wished, surprised with how much you were enjoying him taking the lead during this.Â
âReady?â His voice sounded relaxed, but the fingers digging into your hips told a different story. Still, the sincerity of his gesture made your heart thrum happily.
âYes.â Youâd never been more ready for something.Â
A strangled moan tore from your lips as he pressed in, obscured by the mattresses your face was currently being pressed into. Tangling your fingers into the sheets around you, you could do nothing but take him as he sheathed his length into you, inch by inch. Time seemed to slow, your breathing ragged, when it wasnât interrupted by noises of pleasure.Â
The pain wasnât as bad as you initially thought it would be, and for a moment you were thankful that König had worked you up so much. But that tension returned again, König still not fully in you yet. A whimper of his name had him stilling, an almost painful-sounding breath leaving him as he steadied himself, using every ounce of restraint to keep going slowly.Â
The words tumbled out of you then, unable to stop yourself. âI-I can take it⊠please.â
âScheiĂe.â The expletive was not unknown to you, nearly turning smug with the fact you made him lose control again. And just like before, he was quick to put you in your place, any comment dying on your lips when he bottomed out with a sharp thrust of his hips.
You swore you saw stars, unable to make any noise besides a soft oh. König, trusting that you were telling the truth, didnât wait to give you time to adjust. He set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping against yours with a slick noise. You could cum just from this alone, still so worked up, and König knew this.
The hands on your body shifted, wrapping around the front of your body and lifting you effortlessly until your back was pressed against his chest. He wasted no time tearing off your shirt, groping and toying with your breasts as he continued to thrust up into you. His voice was like gravel as he spoke, his covered mouth speaking right in your ear. âDu fĂŒhlst- Gott, mein Schatz.â
Even though your brain was hazed with lust, there was one thing that stuck out to you when he spoke. Never before had he added the word âmeinâ before calling you Schatz. You had no idea what it meant, but it certainly sounded like an English word youâd been dying to hear from his lips. Mine.
âYours?â You knew you were probably connecting dots that didnât exist, but the idea of being Königâs was too appealing.Â
König stuttered in his movements, an absolutely sinful moan being pulled from him, a sound that nearly pushed you over that edge. âSmart girl,â he spoke while regaining his breath. âCum for me, mein MĂ€dchen.â
That was all you needed, reaching your release the hardest youâd ever had in your life, the relief you felt immeasurable. Your head threw back to his shoulder, and because your eyes were screwed shut you couldnât see the way he stared at you with awe. Every muscle tensed and then released, causing you to go slack in his arms, your nerves buzzing with pleasure.Â
Your ears rang too loudly to hear him groan your name as he felt you cum, and a few more thrusts of his hips was all it took to reach his own end. The sensation of him spasming inside of you rode out your waves of pleasure until it became too much. König, thankfully, seemed to realize this, and he pulled out of you, then easing your limp body to the bed carefully.Â
Completely blissed out, you didnât feel as König got off the bed, nor know how much time passed before he returned. All you knew was that suddenly the blanket was torn out from under you, before covering your bare body.
Even though every muscle in your body didnât want to work, you forced yourself to sit upright and watch the large man, who was currently in the process of getting redressed. âYouâre not staying?â You didnât try to hide the obvious disappointment in your words.Â
König stilled at that, turning to face you slowly. âDo you want me to stay?â
âOf course.â The words came out so easily, so honestly, that you nearly startled yourself with your honesty.Â
Something like relief sagged his broad shoulders, and before long he was back beside your bed. You let him lay down first, as he did take up more space, before settling yourself in the crook of his arm. Well, it was more like you were half lying on top of him to keep from falling off the bed, but neither of you were complaining. König certainly wasnât, his eyes crinkling in a poorly concealed smile.Â
A few moments passed in silence, simply savoring the afterglow and the feeling of being in each otherâs arms. Then, âAre you relaxed now?â
You snorted at that, lifting your head to look at him, shaking your head lightly. Fondly. âI suppose I am,â you agreed. âThough I am gonna be sore tomorrow for⊠other reasons.â
It was Königâs turn to laugh now, the sound lighter than you expected. âI hope you are not expecting me to apologize. You were the one who asked for it.â You merely shrugged your shoulders in response, knowing he was right, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of verbally admitting it.Â
Every part of your body wanted to lay back down, but you had a different idea as you continued to observe König. He tracked every movement of your eyes, and you could see his brow furrow in confusion. Before he could say anything, though, you were speaking, so quietly you wondered if you had merely thought the words.
âCan I kiss you?â
And for the second time that night, König was at a loss, blinking at you like a deer in the headlights. But it seemed heâd already made up his mind, nodding lightly, the mask creasing with every movement of his head.Â
Letting the blanket fall off you, you were quick to straddle his abdomen, eliciting a gasp from the Austrian. Tentatively, you let your fingers reach for the hem of the mask, scanning his eyes for any hesitations. When you were met with none, you flashed him a gracious smile, before pulling the cloth up right to his nose, not going further than he had before.Â
His hands, which had fallen to his side, now ran up your thighs, before settling on your waist. Blue eyes danced across your face and your body, not able to decide which sight he liked better. You were quick to keep his attention on your mouth, though, as you planted one of your hands on his chest and leaned forward.
Taking your other hand, you let it trail up his neck before settling on his lower jaw, his stubble tickling your hand. He shuddered under your touch, lips parting in a soft gasp. Even with everything the two of you had done tonight, this felt the most intimate.Â
When you pressed your lips against his, you couldnât help the smile that tugged yours when he made another audible noise. A part of you wondered how long it had been since heâd been kissed, been touched this softly. If heâd let you, youâd remedy that. Gladly.
You kept the kiss short, but it promised more to come. Setting the mask back down, you pressed one last peck to his covered lips, unable to help yourself, before laying your head on his chest, keeping any comment about his fast heartbeat to yourself. âI hope you know Iâll be getting my revenge,â you said instead, hoping he didnât realize it was just another way of saying you wanted this again.Â
âI am looking forward to it, Schatz.â
Translations:
Schatz - treasure (term of endearment)
Sehr gut - very good
Gott - God
Du bist so schön - you are so beautiful
Du hast keine Idee, was ich sage - you have no idea what I am saying
Nur fĂŒr mich - only for me
Nein - no
Gutes MĂ€dchen - good girl
ScheiĂe - shit, fuck
Du fĂŒhlst- Gott, mein Schatz - you feel- God, my treasure