#ily 💕💕💕💕

[userlaylivia]

Hi Sara!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to wish you Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!! I love you so much and I hope you had a wonderful, beautiful day just like you are <3333333 Also, I hope your Mother's Day is incredible, if you're doing anything today! Thank you for being my friend and for being such an amazing, lovely person and making this world such a beautiful place with your presence! 🥰💞💐🩷😘❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🖤🤎🩶🤍💕💗💓💝💘💖

CLOUD OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CRY THIS MESSAGE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 😭😭😭 YOU'RE SUCH A SWEETHEART AND YOU BRIGHTEN UP MY LIFE AND I'M SO HONORED WE'RE MUTUALS AND SUCH GOOD FRIENDS ILYSM!!!!!! 💙❤️💛💚💜🖤🤍🤎🧡💗💕💞🥰💖 and I had such a great birthday thank you for asking and also ty for the mother's day wishes!!! I'm taking my mom out for dinner tonight <3

[jdotsodomite]

i hope you write (i hope we both write)

[pedrropascal]

HUGH JACKMAN as THE WOLVERINE aka James 'Logan' Howlett (2000-2024)

X-Men (2000) X2: X-Men United (2003) X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009) X-Men: First Class (2011) The Wolverine (2013) X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) X-Men: Apocalypse (2016) Logan (2017) Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

[atompalace-official]

January the 20th is Atomian Sylveon Day! ⚜️🩵🎀💐✨

why today? because this is the date I first designed her on a whim in 2022, and exactly a year later I happened to finish her most iconic (so far!) illustration. I thought the coincidence was so fateful! 🌟 Atomian Sylveon has been my gorgeous and inspirational Pokésona for 3 years now, and I think that’s well worth celebrating 💝✨

[uhohdad]

hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*

(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊ ‧୨୧ ‧₊˚

“What do you think of this one?”

Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.

Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.

Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.

Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.

Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.

Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.

Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.

Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.

“Äh, it didn’t fit.”

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅^ྀི ⋅˚₊ ‧୨୧ ‧₊˚

Loser!König

[herrinarte]

Blah blah blah Tamlin is toxic…blah blah blah Eris can’t be trusted….blah blah blah Nesta is a bitch…

Ok hater, then explain;

Why Tamlin have big voluptuous breasts????

Why Eris cunty cunty slay slay????

Why Nesta mother so hard????

🙄 exactly, you can’t.

Checkmate loser x

[g0blinsprout]

♪‧₊˚."Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of ✨personality✨".♬⋆.˚

Everyone's favorite straight edge zaddy CM Punk!!! Got carried away with what was just gonna be a sketch but then I put him in his hot pink ring gear and lost control shjshsjs

[1driedpersimmon]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SESAME CAKE RIGHT NOW!!!! 🎉🥳🎊🎉🎂🍰‼️‼️‼️‼️

HE IS NOW 2 WHOLE YEARS OLD ILY BBYGIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOOOOOOOO

[nachosncheezies]

You GUYS!!!!!

X-files Lego!!!!!!!!! :D

[jaerockyaoi]

happy birthday jun ily always and forever 🫶

[chubbychiquita]

self proclaimed simps, white knights, and the "she's not going to fuck you" receivers, please form an orderly line so i can fuck you

[jkvjimin]

he moves his shoulders while laughing 😸 | for @yooboobies cr. @jung-koook

[drawthething]

Commission for my queen @jimmyjrsmusoems ❤❤❤❤

[elvensorceress]

Saturday snippet/Fuck it Friday

more omegaverse fun for beloved @chismosoeddie Eddie being homesick and Buck trying to make it better 🥰

@tizniz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @chaosandwolves @xjeanmoreaux @mangonadaeddie @dangerpronebuddie @sergeantchenford @bekkachaos @glorious-spoon @sofa-king-lame @spotsandsocks @livinginsunnyhell @sazanahashi @damnikindaship @rainbow-nerdss @youreavicioustrollop @kejfeblintz @keynb @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove 💕

There’s a package on Eddie's doorstep when he gets home late. He can smell it even before he gets out of his car. Even before he opens it. The scent is sweet, vanilla-y, rich and golden. 

Like Buck. It smells like Buck. 

The box holds two batches of cookies, a loaf of beautiful sourdough, a soft fuzzy blanket, and an LAFD hoodie that has BUCKLEY embroidered on the sleeve. 

The cookies are amazing. He eats three immediately and it also miraculously helps his stomach. Then he puts on the hoodie, Texas heat be damned, and it’s so big. Hugely too big on him. Yeah, he’s smaller than Buck but not this much. Even Buck would be swimming in this. Maybe that’s why he passed it along? He had to have just worn it for the scent of him to be this strong. 

The scent is so strong. It’s so sweet and rich and it almost, almost feels like Buck hugging him. 

Why does wearing something Buck just wore (but gifted to him because he wore it?) feel so intimate? Why does it feel like love and magic wrapped around him? 

It is something mates do. People who choose to be chemically, emotionally, physically bonded to each other. They share scent marked items for closeness and comfort. But it is also something family members do when they have to be apart, and Buck is absolutely Eddie’s family. That’s all this is. Family intimacy. 

Eddie wraps his arms around himself and might like the overly large size of the hoodie. All the soft familiar material covering him so he’s enveloped everywhere in something that smells like Buck. He holds the baggy collar to his face and breathes in deeply.

Pleasant radiant soothing sweetness floods through his whole body. It makes shivers coast all over his skin and deep warmth pool in his belly. He might actually be able to sleep soundly like this. It’s such a relief. It’s so— he doesn’t have a word for it except soothing. 

He picks up the blanket and holds it to his face. It’s thin but a soft, fleecy material. Not too thick or heavy. Good for hot desert climates, maybe even during the summer. The smell on it is also so strong. As if Buck slept with it tangled around his body— maybe tangled around his naked body? For it to smell this heady? Before he stuck it in the mail for Eddie. 

An ache of homesickness hits him right through his chest. 

How could he leave everything? How is he going to make a home for himself and his son when all he wants is what he had to leave behind? 

He will. He did it before. It will happen. For now, he can breathe in sweetness and comfort. He can’t help but imagine— remember Buck’s arms around him. Buck melting all over him, draped around him, holding him so long and so tightly. 

No one has ever held Eddie that way. Like they can hardly bear to let go. He’s never been held the way Buck holds him. 

Eddie squeezes his arms around his own body and suddenly wants to cry. He’s fine though. He’s fine.

But. The thing is. 

This— the hoodie, the blanket, the taste of chocolate and cinnamon, the smell of spicy sweet vanilla-y Buck— it quiets the emptiness that’s been gnawing at Eddie’s insides. The haunting, absent nothingness when he tries to nest and make a new home for himself? It isn’t present anymore. Not when he can smell and feel Buck. Not when he can almost trick himself into believing that Buck is holding him. That Buck is with him. 

His phone lights up and Eddie quickly wipes at his eyes just so Buck doesn’t worry. He’s fine. Just— just missing his best friend. He misses having a home. And a family. 

Eddie still gives him a smile when he answers, “Hey, Buck.” 

“Hey! Did you get your care package? I got a notification that it was delivered. I tried to ship it to you as quick as it could get there. Figured you needed it.” 

Of course that’s what Buck did. Eddie bites his lip, and doesn’t want to cry right now. He so easily could. He wishes Buck were here. Actually, if he’s wishing for things, he wishes he and his son were back home and with their Buck and none of them ever had to be separated. 

Eddie tips his phone down so the camera will show his torso already swathed in Buck’s giant hoodie.

“Oh,” Buck says like he’s stunned. Or full of awe as if Eddie is a mythical, spectacular thing to behold. He’s not. He actually looks worn out and tired when he looks at himself. He doesn’t remember the last time he got even three hours of sleep in a row. But he is wearing Buck’s hoodie. And Buck looks at him like he can’t believe Eddie’s actually wearing the clothing that was sent to him. 

Is it such a weird thing? They’ve accidentally switched clothes before. Happens when you always do laundry together. 

God, Eddie even misses doing laundry now. What the hell is in the El Paso water these days? 

[gentlenotes-moved]

idk call me a conspiracy theorist but this whole "i don't deserve a good life" thing kinda seems like a lie. a trick pushed by Big Trauma.

[uhohdad]

I'm not too sure if requests are on at the moment (feel free to ignore this if they aren't, if you're uncomfortable with the request, or if you're simply uninterested, my sweet! 🫂)

What are your thoughts on Loser!König with a cuckold fetish? Who loves being humiliated? Who loves watching his girlfriend get fucked by another man? I'm not too sure if this crosses your boundaries or anything, so don't feel pressured to respond! (⁠T⁠T⁠) ♡

After all, König is a useless virgin, or at least he lacks experience in the bedroom. He can't properly please you or drag an orgasm out of you, because he comes embarrassingly quickly, practically huffing and puffing through his second orgasm while you're wincing at the sheer size of König and the splitting pain between your soft, warm thighs. He barely lasts two minutes – if that at all. He's been deprived of pussy and sex, please understand him, Mauschen!

He gets off knowing that his girlfriend is satisfied, despite the envy and jealousy burning within him, as well as the shame and disgust that follows that he can't properly please you, mainly due to his size and lack of experience. As long as you let him eat you out afterwards and clean up that man's filth using his tongue, then it's alright. Just run your fingers through his tangled hair and let him fall asleep with his throbbing, swollen boner leaking all over you. 🌷

orla i love your beautiful mind also i am SO sorry this took so long <3

(18+) Loser!König x Reader x Ghost - Cuckholding

Even though he’s straining against his boxers, you still have to tie König down to the chair in the corner of the room to prevent him from losing his cool. His fists clenched on the arms of the chair, teeth grit and grinding as he watches Simon bury his cock into you like he owns it.

He might as well, because König certainly isn’t pleasuring you. Hasn’t managed to give you an orgasm once. Skipping crucial warm-up to shove his eager, thick cock into a cunt that’s far too tight and unprepared. Burying his finish into you before the first tear can even well in your eyeline. Maybe the apology he mutters into your skin afterwards is genuine, but it certainly doesn’t lend to correcting his behavior the next time.

“Fuck, that’s it, love.”

Simon’s grunts are restrained and ravenous, deep and gravelly in your ear.

“Just needed someone who knows what they’re doing, yeah?”

Through the blur of each degrading slam into your cunt from behind, you catch sight of König, his half-lidded eyes projecting pure loathing as he watches you bounce on his rival’s cock. Jaw tight at your pathetic, squeaky moans and his thighs rubbing together to release the aching throb in his cock.

“You’re dripping, love. Soaking this fucking cock.”

Simon ends his praise on a grunt, an extra rough series of slams into your plush ass. König is gifted the intoxicating image of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands clawing at the sheet in pleasure for once, a feat he’s yet to achieve.

König’s flushed with jealously, skin burning with envy, watching Simon one-up him with his girlfriend’s pleasure. The stuttered moans that leave you are desperate, entirely succumb to his skilled cock. Rough and brute in the right way. His balls are slapping against your clit at the perfect angle, coaxing whines from your raw throat with each bottom out.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes - yes!”

Simon gives a pleased hum, rubbing it in by shooting König a smug stare and cocky grin.

“Your girl is so tight and wet f’me.”

König’s eyes flare, his muscles tight and shaking in rage, teeth threatening to crumble under the pressure.

“Simon - Close! So close!”

“That’s a good girl, love, cum on this cock.”

The cry that leaves you is deafening and stuttered by Simon’s abusive cock bullying your g-spot. Limp and pliant to the strong hands on your hips as the pleasure swallows you whole, a white heat that sends jolts of euphoria from your core to the rest of your useless body.

“Such a good girl,” He coos softly, a sharp contrast to the cruel cock that pounds your sensitive cunt.

“I know it’s been too long.”

You can’t even respond, cock-drunk and strung-out on your bliss. Simon leans down, pressing his firm, warm chest to your back, his lips in your ear.

“Gonna’ fill that pretty cunt.”

His ruthless cock bottoms out with each thrust, his hips a blur and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room until he presses himself flush to your ass, cock entirely buried in you with a finish deep into your cunt, filling you with his messy, greedy finish.

He gives three final thrusts to stuff his cum in you, his nails digging into your hips when he finally wavers. His cock is pulsing and twitching, pulling out of your overstimulated cunt before slapping his arousal and cum-soaked cock against your thighs and leaving you with a handprint on your ass cheek.

Simon wipes off his sweat with a towel, tossing it in König’s lap as he heads for the door.

“Better get to cleaning, Lover Boy.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics