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this post is a blanket fort!

please retreat underneath for warmth and safety

i am having a bad time dealing with physical and mental sickness lately and want to feel connected to people here

hold my hand if you're comfortable. if you're struggling too

please hold on tight

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Cutey cutey romantic moment because I need the serotonin. And a hands insert shot because I apparently hate myself.

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(Part 1? lol)This got more ridiculous than I intended but here we are, a little rujinu aquarium date shenanigan inspired by @galaxyspeaking ‘s great aquarium date concept! I have a part 2 sketched out that’s more romantic and sappy but we’ll see if and when I get to it 🐠

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i feel like he would be a thumbs up in photo kind of guy

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konig’s the type of guy who keeps your panties tucked in his plate carrier like a talisman, just so he can feel like he’s carrying a part of you into every fight. the type of guy who picks you up with one arm like it’s nothing. the type who fucks you slow cause he’s afraid he might break you if he lets go. the type of guy who kisses your forehead through the balaclava and doesn’t care if anyone sees. the type with big hands and a even bigger praise kink. konig’s the type of guy who presses you up against the wall, huge body caging you in, voice low when he murmurs “Look at you… so small.” the type of guy who doesn’t stop until you’re crying his name, then kisses your temple like an apology.

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i need more subby konig actually... if you will

just for you anon ;)

“bitte, liebling, bitte,” könig begs, kissing your thigh.

“no, bear. you have to wait.”

you’re torturing him again, forcing him to wait between your legs, to smell the scent of your soaked pussy, and not touch.

he’s a drooling, whimpering mess as he squeezes your ankle, tears in his eyes.

“please,” he tries in english. “please, i have been a very good boy, please.”

“a little longer, baby. you can keep being good for me,” you coo, a hand in his messy hair.

he sobs, forehead against your thigh.

“bitte, schatz, it hurts… i-it aches so badly, please-”

“okay,” you tell him, snapping your fingers like he’s a dog.

könig wastes no time, instantly buried in your pussy, his nose pressing against your clit. he whines against you and you pull his hair.

“fuck, bear… 

one of his hands slips from its spot at your knee to palm himself over his boxers, making him groan. 

“so süß, schatzi,” he puffs out, nose and mouth wet. “you are so pretty when you make a mess of me,” he manages to say, two of his fingers stretching you.

“it was good to wait, wasn’t it?”

but könig doesn’t answer, he’s too busy wrapping his lips around your clit to suck it and lick it like you’re a lollipop. his tongue swirls around it. he pulls back, a strand of spit connecting him to your pussy.

“deine muschi ist so lecker, liebling… i will do this all night,” he tells you.

“i know you will, bear, because you’re my good boy.”

könig whimpers at that and fights the urge to cum in his boxers. 

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SUPERMAN (2025) dir. by James Gunn

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nsfw!!!

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p i c k y o u r b o y

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Why’s he holding his hands like that!!!!!!

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here's this fanart once more

ref.: @xwx_ww @Cyberpunk_Life @dwisesz @Glutt_r @samgakdu123

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"good girl," könig coos, his voice thick with praise as he watches your drool-slick lips struggle to form words. your thighs tremble around his waist, his cock so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your guts with every brutal thrust. "so full, huh? can’t even think straight with me stuffing you like this."

your answer is a broken, high-pitched whine, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked chest. he’s huge—stretching you obscenely, the thick drag of him punching out little gasps and moans you didn’t even know you could make.

"shhh, i know," he murmurs, leaning down to lick a stripe up your throat. "just take it. gonna fill you up so good, make sure you remember who owns this pretty cunt."

your brain whites out when his hips snap forward, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. könig groans, his hand fisting in your hair to tilt your head back. "look at you—fuck, made for this. made to take my cock, my cum. gonna breed you so deep you’ll feel it for days."

you babble something incoherent, tears pricking your eyes as he fucks you through the oversensitivity. his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, smearing spit. "such a dumb little thing now, aren’t you? just a hole for me to use."

he’s not wrong. your thoughts are liquid, your body his to ruin. and when he finally spills inside you with a guttural groan, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, you can only sob—overwhelmed, owned, perfectly fucked stupid.

"that’s it," he purrs, nuzzling your hair as his cock twitches inside you. "good girl."

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König being absolutely drained and miserable while he’s sick. his nose is too stuffy, eyes too teary, throat raw and dry. he’s convinced being shot would be less agonizing than rotting in bed because getting up makes him dizzy. sweating too much, uncomfortably sticky until he’s suddenly too cold. delirious as he talks to you, mumbling to himself about how he’s dying. the common cold really kicking his ass, pitifully shambling around corners with all the lights off and drapes closed. loud, ungodly sniffles that leave him coughing afterwards, his stomach that can usually handle anything suddenly too sensitive for anything more than soup and crackers. he knows he should take medicine, but why is it so bitter?