#i'm so 🥹

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[magnusedom]

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[vole-mon-amour]

here

bonus:

[whogirl42]

Grover being all sweet innocent cinnamon roll reasurring Percy and Annabeth that he'll be okay staying behind with Ares like he isn't planning 5D chess psychological warfare on the god of war be like

[chubbychiquita]

how i fit in the drivers seat, 2023 vs 2024

[starcatching]

Weverse Live: Message from Jin ~ I'm finally back home, which I missed so dearly!

[softiedingo]

neck + chest appreciation post ✨️

[chrisbangz]

looks like he could kill you…is a cinnamon roll 🥰

[dsrtrose]

@pistolism said: ❝ i’m not a good man. not usually. ❞ for dsrtrose from arthur. / MEME.

maybe  it  should  give  her  pause  -  the  sincerity  with  which  arthur  says  it,  the  amount  of  times  he's  rattled  it  off  before  now  ...  it  doesn't.  eliza  could  fill  days  with  contradictory  evidence  to  the  claim  that  arthur  makes  of  his  own  character  -  what  she  really  wants  to  tell  him  is  that  bullshit  &  self-pity  cloud  the  view  that  he  has  of  himself.  now,  she  would  be  half  a  fool  to  believe  that  she  runs  with  a  gang  of  entirely  altruistic  folk  -  they  all  do  bad  things  to  keep  the  people  they  love  safe.  to  keep  in  touch  with  one's  humanity  in  a  world  that  sees  them  as  less-than-such  is  an  inimitable  task;  arthur  morgan  still  has  a  beating  heart,  unlike  some.  'criminal'  is  just  a  word  used  to  label  the  will  and  action  of  things  that  the  civilized  world  can't  understand  -  he  may  not  always  be  a  good  man,  but  he's  got  a  good  heart.

so  ...  she  doesn't  fight  him;  eliza's  fingertips  trace  down  arthur's  forearm  until  their  palms  meet,  squeezing  his  hand  tightly  in  her  own.  "i  know  that."  her  action  implores  him  to  look  at  her,  to  see  himself  through  her  eyes;  if  only  he  could  do  that,  he'd  see  that  he  was  the  greatest  &  grandest  of  all  of  them.  "but  that  isn't  what  matters  -"  eliza  pauses,  lifting  both  their  held  hands  to  touch  at  his  chest  -  right  over  his  heart.  "-  this  is.  you  got  a  good  heart,  arthur.  tha's  what  counts,  more  than  anythin'  else."

[konigsblog]

as my favorite könig smut writer you’re the only one i trust to do dbf!neighbor!könig x early 20s!reader with the dirtiest, sloppiest, most toe curling age gap smut 💗💗

dbf!neighbour!könig?! sign me the fuck up, i could write a whole series for that filthy man!

synopsis; your father's best friend, könig, has been struggling to get himself into a stable, loyal relationship lately. luckily for him, you offer him some sort of release.

tw/cw; age gap/difference, early 20s! reader x late forties!könig, weed use, blowjob, mutual masturbation, PinV, tell me if i missed anything. MDNI 18+ 🍃

photo credits; @ave661

You've had the hots for your father's best friend for quite a while.

He doesn't live very far from you at all. In fact, he lives next door and visits your father pretty often to smoke together and talk about whatever is bothering him, which usually includes topics like König's failed relationships and inability to hold a woman for longer than a week.

Aside from wanting to rant about his horrible, fucked-up love life and to smoke weed with your old man, he wants to see you as well—maybe even more than speak with your father.

When your father is busy doing something else, like washing the dishes or cleaning his car outside, König will excuse himself to the bathroom and will sneak into your bedroom to admire the place. You have plans to move out soon, but currently, you stay with your father inside of your childhood home. König's hand "mysteriously" sneaks into your clothing hamper and begins looking for a pair of panties.

It's alright, you won't notice surely...

And you can't deny your attraction to him. The sound of his familiar, accented voice leaves your knees weak and your panties damp and soaked with the thoughts running through your dirty mind at the moment. You smile at König and talk to him about your plans for college, watching as his eyes flicker from your chest to your eyes, your nipples turning into little stiff buds at the cold breeze in the living room.

Today was like any other saturday; your father was away down the road for some beers with his other friends in the afternoon while König had just arrived home from another fucked-up date, ending like the rest of his dates have. He looks dishevelled and in dire need of some sort of release. He's visibly and clearly pent up and exhausted, rolling himself a joint to relax, leaning against his porch and closing his eyes tightly. He's deep in thought and doesn't realise that you've sneaked up on him, practically jumping out of his skin at your sudden presence.

“Shit, Mäusi— I didn’t see you there... What’s wrong, dear?” He smiles forcefully. He doesn't want to bother you with his shitty life since you're probably all worked up from college and stressed out, but you insist that he tells you what's bothering him. It doesn't take a lot of convincing since it's hard to deny you, especially when you say that you can help him if he explains.

He invites you inside and offers you a joint, in which you gratefully accept and seat yourself beside him, ready to act as a therapist for him.

“Another fucked date with another woman who seems interested in me, but actually isn’t. It seems like I can’t please any women.” He admits through gritted teeth. At the sight of his frustration, you place your hand on his thigh teasingly. “Do you think there is anything I can do to help?” You ask quietly with a mischievous and playful smile plastered on your face. Your voice is seductive and sultry, eyes half-lidded and lustful. God, You really are a tease, huh?

“And what are you hinting at, Liebling?”

König always thought he'd be the one to initiate, but right now, he was struggling to keep his composure and quickly found himself falling for your acts of seduction. You lowered yourself onto your knees and began to unzip his jeans, cocking your head to the side at the sight of his aching cock springing out in your face. You giggled while König pulled his large hands into fists, throwing his head back at the wet sensation of your lips wrapped around his swollen, weeping cock. He'd been dreaming of this moment for months, Liebe.

The things you do to König fucked-up head, Good Lord. He couldn't help the sounds of pleasure running through his lips, his dick painful at your tight grip and pleasure.

His sounds came out pained and guttural, pleased but so on edge and anxious of what your father would think about him after being so touchy-feely with his best friend's daughter. He curses himself out for agreeing to this, feeling like such a pervert despite yearning for more of your addictive, sweet touch. “Feel good?” You question him, knowing he'll get frustrated and will force your head down onto his leaking boner. He huffs and puffs, gripping your hair in a tight fist and pushes your head down with a loud moan leaving his mouth, choking on his groans and grunts.

You coat König's lengthy shaft in your spit to get him slick enough, before seating yourself onto his big lap, your hand stroking and fisting his dick. He slides his fingers into your hole with his eyes wide at the sensation and texture of your gummy walls. He chokes on his pleased sounds as you tease his tip by rolling your soft thumb over his uncut, creamy tip and feel as your folds are stuffed with his thick digits. He pumps them into your soaking cunt and admires the sticky mess left between your fingers, curling his fingers deep inside your gummy cunt.

“C’mere, Taube—Kiss me, please.” He grumbles out, getting obsessive with the pleasure you offer him. He places his lips against yours, making out with you messily and sloppy, the effects of the marijuana leaving him relaxed and at ease with all his concerns and worries forgotten about. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip while you squeeze his dick, whimpering into the sweet kiss. König's fingers begin to pump into you even faster, pulling away to beg you to sit on his cock. You're on edge and shaking pathetically, nearing your orgasm but not quite fully there.

“Sit on it, dear. Don’t be so shy, not now you can’t.” The smell of nicotine sticks to his skin, your thighs shaking as you begin to ease down onto his weeping, veiny dick. König doesn't hold back the sounds of his arousal and euphoria as it burns through his large body, bucking his broad and sturdy hips into your body while cursing you out for being such a dirty tease. You leave König totally obsessed after finally receiving some action after so long.

You bounce on his lap while he fucks his bulbous cock deep into your drooling slit. You gasp and roll your eyes to the back of your head at the ache andd pleasure between your thighs, unable to stop letting out the most perverted and pleased noises. You can feel as König hits your cervix with each thrust and his heavy balls slap against your rear as he drives his hips against your tight rear. Your eyes fill with tears at the pain and stretch, his girthy dick leaving you breathless as you admire the state he leaves your pussy in; raw and sensitive.

König can't hold himself back when you begin to lose control. Sweet, pearly droplets of your sweet arousal run down his boner and coat his length, allowing him to fuck you even harder and deeper with ease as he uses your sweet juices as lube.

“That’s it, little one—God, look how well you’re taking’ me, princess. You’re a mess, such an addictive mess, huh? You’re gonna be an obsession of mine, that’s for sure.” König grits his teeth as he bucks his hips into you even harder, his eyes shut tightly as your walls clamp down around him one last time, filled with ropes of his white creaminess. You pant and heave at the stomach bulge caused by his loads and ropes of his hot release. You grip his jaw to make out with him, your body sweaty and hot with König's cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

You have to sneak back home before your father comes back and asks what you were doing over at his best friend's house. König would be slaughtered if he found out the truth.

You just have to act all innocent, as if König's milky and potent load is oozing out of your hole and dampening your panties at the dinner table.

[homkamiro]

im so NORMAL about your tf2 mlp au i love it so much im yelling about it forever please please more OMNOMNOM

Winter wrap up, winter wrap up,

Let's finish our holiday cheer!

Winter wrap up, winter wrap up,

'Cause tomorrow spring is here!

[gojostan-doodles]

🩷 *Talks a lot*

💜 *Likes to listen*

[hualian]

Good morning to Hualian holding each other's minidolls 😭🦋

[seashawnty]

Symbol of hope

[circusballoon]

During late evening and early morning, I've been working on ... yet more In Stars and Time fanart. This time with lyrics from Inertia by AJR because I keep running into it around the internet and was like ... you know what? Siffrin.

Now I need to find the motivation to do stuff like this for my own characters

[mimimar]

i've been completely charmed by witch hat atelier♡

(art prints)