I Open Tumblr After Awhile And See This.... Unapologetically I'm Hard.

i open tumblr after awhile and see this.... Unapologetically i'm hard.

A massive Konig 👑 art dump

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GIRL GIRL GIRL I'M SQUEALING. 😍😍😍

when are we getting perv!reader who really just needs a good pounding and nerd!Konig who couldnt care less about pussy and just wants to talk about his silly little guns :(

canonically accurate nerd!könig… being so excited about getting the invite to his house, under the assumption that you’re finally going to be railed into the mattress until you can’t walk by the behemoth of a man you’ve been fantasizing about every night. to be pinned down by the biceps you’ve creamed around your fingers thinking about at long last.

you’re about to pull your top off, only for him to cut you off by opening the latch to the display case for his guns, ready to walk you through his impressive collection in way too much detail. he’s just happy to have a willing audience to pour all his lonely years of stored up knowledge into, oblivious to the way you aren’t soaking any of it up, fidgeting helplessly from your place on his bed as frustration and white-hot need fuzzes around your nerves. you’ve long since stopped contributing to the conversation; pretending that your eyes aren’t honed in on the way his large hands work expertly around the weapon, and the sizable bulge between his hairy, thick thighs was a mission that was quickly abandoned. he isn’t even hard, yet he’s probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, and the fact that he isn’t letting you put it to use is infuriating :(

you’re too cock starved to do anything but blurt out the truth when he asks why you’re being so touchy, trying to convince him that you’d be a much more attentive listener if you had a stuffed mouth. and he reluctantly obliges once the faux tears start flowing from your pretty eyes, too polite to turn down such a distressed girl in need. he takes pity on you, ridding himself of his belt and feeding you his soft dick as an apology. if you’re nice and quiet, he’ll let you fuck yourself to exhaustion on his length just so he can go back to his rambling while you’re too sated to do anything but listen… it’s not the most appropriate teaching strategy, but he has to get you to pay attention somehow!

daddy please stare at me like this.

"Have you seen that bigboy with a skullface??"

i need this..... now..

Ghost complaining about his back and how he struggles to pop it so it hurts

Soap offering to walk on his back to help

Ghost asking, incredulous and very alarmed, “do I want you to WHAT??”

Soap just cackles because he and his siblings used to do it all the time as kids, so he shows Ghost how to lay down and steps into the middle of his back, just between his shoulders, and feels more than hears Ghost’s entire spine pop

Ghost lets out the most pornographic moan because he’s been trying to pop his back for weeks

It becomes their thing, a weekly ritual when their schedules allow it

They don’t do it on missions because they’d never be able to explain it to anyone who wandered in on Soap walking in socked feet down his commanding officer’s spine like a tightrope

please i'm strokin' it. JERKING IT. WHIMPERING. CUMMING. OVERSTIMULATING AND SLAPPING MY DICK.

something something the squad blindfolding you for that typical sex game that is popular right now which is: they’ll fuck you and you have to guess which cock is whose, and they’ll only stop when you finally get all four of them right.

you thought it was going to be easy—you’re all so familiar with each other’s bodies, both because of missions but also because of the way you all paw at each other, trying to smother the nightmares through sex, but then they’re fucking you in the dark and you can’t glean who it is.

not just because you’re blindfolded, but you’re also bound to deter you from cheating. and the pleasure is also just too much that you don’t have the ability to feel every different ridge or curl of their cocks or how the bulbed head feels different—johnny’s the only one cut between all of them, and even then you don’t know which one is his.

you’re crying by the end of it, exhausted and spent, but another cock is fucking into you, and then john’s voice croons from somewhere behind you, “c’mon pretty bird. we don’t have all night.”

the game continues on or something something.

Y'ALL I CAME SO HARD I SHUDDERD. MY BED IS QUIVERING. NO MY DICK IS QUIVERING.

TOMER CAPONE & ELLIOT KNIGHT "We'll Keep the Red Flag Flying Here" — The Boys (4.03)