Poly!maddy And Cassie X Sick!fem!reader

oh okay wow my followers doubled since the last time I looked at them I was not expecting that,,, TYSM 😻😻😻

iim... back?

okay the whole time i was watching the curve i was like hm. if euphoria was made in the nineties matthew actually could've played nate amazingly 😭 and then i sat and reflected on my taste and opinions 😭😭😭

wait

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wait a minute.....

amy I think ur on to something

I honestly hate nate cause he is a dick and I dont think he's attractive but...

if matthew played him I would be all over that dick im not even gonna lie I wouldn't care if he's a bitch 😭😭

Question do you write for male readers? I know you write gn readers just wondering because i mostly read gn or male readers, wanted to know before i send request!

ahhh I dont :( I only write for GN and fem readers cause I'm a female & I've never really experienced life as a dude ya know??? I dont wanna write something and get something completely wrong and upset people lol

I can however write masc-coded GN which is basically adding hints of masculinity in the readers description yk?

Homecoming - König x Reader

Content - Short smut, fingering, orgasm, praise. Koing x reader, size kink. No meantion of y/n. Google translated german.

Summary - After coming back from being deployed on a mission, Koing has finally come home to you.

Minors DNI.

König entered the house silently, taking off his gear, hood and helmet. He looked down at you, he was used to coming home at odd hours after each mission. He enjoyed it actually, it gave him the rare opportunity to see you sleep and to wake you. He leaned over you, his breath against your neck causing you to stir from you sleep. You blinked lazily up at him and a small smile played across your lips, "König?" You whispered, a hand reaching up to touch him. He smiled, "I'm here schatz."

He grinned at you and kissed your hand, slowly trailing down your body and your back arched. You hummed sleepily as he moved the blanket off you, pushing up your night gown. "Mmm." He hummed, seeing the wet pool on your underwear. "So nass für mich," He whispered, god you loved it when he whispered german to you. He pulled your underwear down, taking in the scent of your soaked cunt. He hummed and pushed finger inside, "You take me so well schatz," He whispered, admiring how your cunt swallowed his large finger. You moaned, fingers gripping the bedsheets as he moved his finger in and out of you. "König." You moaned out.

"You're doing so well, taking it so well baby." He whispered, pushing in another finger as you gasped at the stretching sensation. He leaned up from your pussy and captured your lips, swallowing the moan you produced. König never had a hard time making you feel good, his pure size compared you was nothing to laugh at. König groaned into the kiss as your cunt clenched around him when he hit that spot. Your back arched off the bed and you broke the kiss, "God, yes König." You moaned out, hands grabbing at his back. Scratching his back as the coil wrapped itself tighter in your stomach. He groaned, his head between your neck and shoulder. A shudder ran through your body as the orgasm racked your body. "Yes, yes, yes!" You screamed, clawing at his back. He let you ride out your high. He watched you panted, falling onto your back while looking up at him expectantly.

"No, no schatz," He whispered, pushing a strand of hair back away from you sweat glistening face, "Later." You smiled at him, pulling him down onto the bed. Not asking any questions, just happy he's back.

oh yeah btw everyone who can give birth should have a right to terminate the pregnancy at any time for any reason.

dont you dare value the lives of a stupid infant over a whole full grown human.

ps. if you send hate to this, ill do another donation to a pro choice fund! :)

Hey there! If your request are still open, can I ask something about König being married to a very caring and lovely civilian wife and having a one year's old little girl?

I love this big boy very much and I think he deserves having a family like this!

Thank you!

Ordinary Things Like Love

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

König has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

or: König is a husband and a father.

an: i like this big boy with mommy issues, also their kid isn't one-year-old but everything else should follow the request!

i. König finds love in the shape of your hands, oozing with care and ready to cradle he who has done nothing but harm. Arms spread, prepared to catch him as he crashes back into the stratosphere of home with the trailblaze of war still shadowing his silhouette.

He finds love in your hands, the lined mosaic that time has made of your flesh. Fingers laced, your thumb brushing over the junction of his index and thumb as the warm light of morning washes its golden kiss across your skin.

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

He has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

"G'morning, love," your voice cracks with a yawn, light against the expanse of your back. Your spine arches, dips like a flowing river in the garden of Eden.

Your eyes swim calmly, safe, content, and best of all, happy.

A hand reaches towards his chest, pressing it against where his heart hammers to the beat of yours. When you near him, he presses a kiss to your nose and revels in the laugh that it earns him.

Whispering, he mouths against the fragility of peace in your bedroom. "Sit up, sunflower. I have your breakfast."

—

ii. König finds traces of godhood in the mundane fancies that grace the four walls of home. In the coffee as he waits for it to cool, in the tender ache of his thighs from a night of loving, in the gentle roll of the creek— in the magic love has done to this wretched house.

These are the walls that birthed him, where his parents screamed till their throats bled hurt.

These are the floorboards that raised him, scarred brittle child bones, the very same that crumbled his boyhood and made it a story for the news.

The front page headline burnt in the back of his eyelids read: 29-year-old woman taken into custody for charges of abuse against 8-year-old son.

Now, mortality is not so much a sin as it is a fact of normalcy. He does not have to plead to every atom that composes the holy breath of god to help him when the door creaks open and his mother's footsteps sound from the entrance.

"Vati!" A voice calls, all young and warm. König looks over to see his daughter's mudded feet by the doorway, hair tousled, grin wide and spirit alive.

He feels a little guilty for the envy that aches in his chest but, most of all, he is relieved that he and his daughter do not have matching wounds.

The ones he bears are enough.

If he'd been crucified with his mother's rage to spare his own child the burden then it'd all been well and worth it.

(He'd do it all over again. A thousand times.)

"Look what I found, Vati! Look! Look!" She holds up a green cat eye marble, a speck of sun running across the jade sphere.

He covers a chuckle, pools of blue creasing as he rises from his seat with a quiet grunt. "I'll be right there, petal."

She frowns up at him, strands of hair the same shade as yours covering a portion of her soft face, a crease in her brow that König has half the thought to smooth a finger over. "Where's Mutter?"

"Mama is sleeping, darling."

"But Mama is always awake to cook me breakfast!" There's a pout in her voice, as if a fundamental part of life has been pulled from her feet without warning.

"Not when I'm home, petal." His answering smile makes the argument dwindle down, as if he's just instilled another law of physics as true as the sun rising with angel wings across the horizon.

"But I wanna show her what I found.." she mumbles as he lifts her up to sit on the wide planes of his shoulders.

"We'll show her later, darling," he says, thinking of your bare skin hidden under soft bed sheets. "Now, tell papa what you've been busying yourself with all morning."

—

iii. König finds peace at the sight of you peeling clementines, bathed in the warm slanted light of afternoon gold as it floods the house through the windows.

"Welcome back, you two." Your voice leads him like spring, pulling him in through the vines you've rooted in his heart.

Through the cracks of his ribs, flowers bloom. Rosemary, lavender, bluebells, sunflowers.

Your kisses ruin him, mortal hands coming to cup his cheeks, running your palms across his stubble to hold the curve of his jaw.

And then finally, finally, you kiss him. Molding your lips to rest against his, the taste of citrus on your tongue and the smell of clementine on your breath. His soul blooms, and König is half-convinced he had never truly lived before you.

That he had unknowingly been starving before you fed him with the ripe harvest of spring.

"Blegh!" Your daughter breaks the moment, hands slapped across her eyes and the two of you part brimming with laughter.

König thinks, holding his daughter and his wife, that this must be what love feels like.

Ordinary things that you long will never end.

—

iv. An unsent letter hidden under a drawer reads:

Hello, mother

You have not raised me with love.

But know that I have made something of your violence, of the boy you left at grandmother's doorstep.

You will not be invited to my wedding. But know that it'll be beautiful. It'll be beautiful because it is her who I will be waiting at the altar for.

It'll be beautiful because she is nothing like you.

Truly, your son.

the way im so tempted to start writng for bam margera.... i have an idea for a long ass angst fic for him but idk..

SHOULD I!??!?!

new ask game for anyone who write fics: anonymously or not send an ask with one line from something I’ve written that really stood out to you or lingered with you

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