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*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

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One of my co-workers has a standing desk that he uses sitting down. It looks like this

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I saw pill bugs on here a few weeks ago and really wanted to make my own! The pattern is a bit rough but I hope it works (I tried to get it perfect for like a week before calling it good enough).

Just print out (or copy from a screen) the first page and cut out the pattern pieces. Hopefully the pictures on page two will help but if not I will do my best to answer any questions!

Hope you enjoy and make your own lil isopod friend!

If anyone makes this, I would love to see pictures 💕

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me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

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König + You 🤭

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Happy New Year’s Eve!!!

🤭🤭🤭

PATREON | TWITTER

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"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete

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our rest time

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WHEN IS IT MY TURN

eat me whole

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Size kink with König. (🌽)

CW: READER IS DESCRIBED AS SHORT AND SLENDER. STOMACH BULGE, SIZE DIFFERENCE/KINK. MDNI 18+

König fantasies pretty often about your very obvious and ridiculous size difference. He enjoys the fantasy of throwing you over his shoulder and taking you wherever and whenever he pleases, it feeds right into his free use fantasy.

Considering König's intimidatingly tall height, he can rub his stiff, swollen cock against your stomach while standing up beside you. He'll push his wet, slick dick against your stomach, while his other hand toys with your hardened nipples. You're so sensitive and hiss out when he tugs at your nipples, with your nubs becoming stiff and perky at the slightest touch.

“That’s it, little one. You just sit back, let me have you..” König growls out through a stained, gruff voice while grinding his pearly teeth together as he works his throbbing, leaking dick into your soft folds. He slowly pumps himself into your tight hole, admiring the stomach bulge formed because of his length, the way it disappears when he pulls away from your sticky cunt and the strings of whines that flow from your lips when he attempts to force himself fully inside your wet warmth. His heavy and musky balls rub against your rear, with his pubes scratching against your soft, supple skin.

His deep and hard thrusts become painfully ruthless. He pushes one large hand against your abdomen, holding you down while he pumps his calloused, thick digits into your wet mouth to mock and coo at you while you're forced to submit to him, through the tightness in your core and the desperation. You gag and gaze up at him almost drunkenly, intoxicated off of the agonising but heavenly sensation between your plush thighs.

Thigh fucking with König drives him completely crazy. Just push your thighs together, let him play with that pretty cunt while he's distracting himself.

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This is beautiful

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I’m foaming

König's eyes ♡

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No one talk to me I’m imaging König

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Fr fr

You really think she’s your girl. My brother in Christ she’s up in here every night twirling her hair and kicking her feet to the raunchiest “x reader” COD smut on the planet.

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Imagining König leave me alone

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hiding könig's glasses whilst riding him... 📚

nerd!könig is addicted to the gummy, tight sensation of your walls clamping down around his achingly hard, lengthy dick. his sturdy and muscular chest rises and falls rapidly as he attempts to catch his breath, his breathing laboured as you bounce up and down repetitively, mixing your sweet, slick juices and his creamy, hot arousal.

you giggle softly as he grunts hoarsely, his breathless and desperate reaction causing your tight cunt to throb and pulse, coating his veiny shaft in a glimmer of your juices. his eyes are half-lidded and full of delirium and pleasure, rolling to the back of his head the deeper he goes, his milky tip prodding against your womb when he jerks and roll his broad hips skywards into you. könig's large, calloused hands grasp at your soft hips, his fingertips leaving indents along your body, bound to bruise eventually. he heaves, huffing and puffing at the sweet scent on your nape, the perfume he breathes in every single day.

you remove his glasses as they sit crookedly on his face, your hands nestled in his wavy, long, ginger locks as you grind yourself down against him. the thickness and girth of his sloppy cock causes needy whimpers to flow from your soft lips, muffled and hushed by his lips pressed against yours, your tongues intertwined, and your eyes shut tightly as you feel your core tighten and your pussy drool.

könig looks around dizzily, his wet tip oozing out milky, potent arousal into your sopping wet cunny, his head thrown back, and his body twitching and jerking with his orgasm, breathing heavily as he gazes up at you dizzily, his jaw slack and allowing german curses and guttural growls to emit from deep in his chest, with his scarred hand caressing your face tenderly, leaving greedy kisses all over your face, desperate for your attention and affection.