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the minecraft movie couldnt possibly recreate even a shred of the humor found in these screenshots

I could get punch in the face repeatedly and it would hurt less than this book

welcome to my beautiful mind where nanami is always slightly unbuttoned if not entirely shirtless

Could you do Daddy kink König x fem reader pls 🙏👉👈

König w/ a Daddy Kink

Warnings: 18+, Daddy Kink, Dominant König, Breeding Kink, Forced Breeding Kink, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con Kink (König would never force himself on you; he loves you very much and everything you do together is explicitly consensual), Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Submissive Reader, Fem Reader, Spanking, Discipline, Punishment, Petnames, Pussy Slapping, Plugging, Sadism, König’s dick is H U G E, Profanity, Fluff, etc.

DADDY KONIG AAAAAAAHHHHHH

Okay, Dom König absolutely has a daddy kink.

And you realised it by accident when you screamed “Daddy!” as he made you cum.

Body riddled with the ebbing of your orgasm, heaving chest flush against König’s, you lolled against him, perfectly oblivious to what you’d unearthed in König.

“What was that, Engel?” König said, panting, twitching, head tilting as he looked down at you.

You could barely talk, nevermind move.

When you didn’t answer, still panting heavily, König took your face in his hand, gripping your jaw, making you wince.

“Don’t test my patience, Engel.” His voice was low and rasping with lust. “I’m sure you don’t want me to pound you again. Not while you’re so…” He pressed his fingers against the bruised, sensitive skin of your lips.

You yelped, back arching, pushing you further into König’s chest.

“I…I called you…” Your gaze fell from his sharp eyes, drifting off to the side, shame obscuring your confidence and rendering you incapable of facing him.

“Go on,” König encouraged. “Say it.”

“Daddy…”

König shivered, his skin breaking out into goosebumps. He sucked in a hiss between his teeth, and, slowly, ground his half-hard cock against your aching flower. You whined. König growled.

“Mmmh, Darling,” his breath shuttered, “such a good girl.”

König rubbed against your clit, making you moan - cry - against him.

“M’gonna fuck you so hard ‘til–”

He groaned, his tip catching your lips. God, so tempting - so inviting.

“‘Til you make me a daddy.”

Expect many thorough breeding sessions after this.

Literally just König filling you until you look and feel like you’re about to burst, only for him to plug you and make you keep his seed inside you.

“Pull it out and I’ll keep going until you actually pop.”

Definitely into somnophilia.

Will wake up at an odd hour of the morning with a raging hard-on and will just feed his length into your pussy, feeling you squeeze him while you sleep.

“Gonna fill you up, Baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, giving a low moan when you shift in your sleep and invite him deeper.

If you wake up during this and tell König to: “Nnng, stop - please, don’t–”

You’re just gonna make him cum harder, draw him to his end quicker.

That being said, he has a slight (massive) dub-con kink.

Also, consensual forced breeding kink.

“N-no! Please, Daddy, I don’t wanna get pregnant–”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” König hissed, his cock bulging in your stomach, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“I’ll breed you as much as I like; m’gonna make sure you never leave this house again–” he moaned as he felt himself succumbing to his release, his member twitching. “So beautiful – you’re gonna look so pretty, swollen with my offspring.”

Well, given you actually want to bring a child into the world, of course.

If not, you and König can simply pretend, still indulging König’s daddy kink at every given opportunity.

König refuses to let you refer to him by anything other than ‘Daddy’ when he’s in the mood - failure to do so results in some serious pussy slapping.

Doesn’t matter how sensitive you are; he’s going to make sure you remember to call him Daddy next time.

The same goes for if you start being bratty.

König’s kink is not an invitation for you to start acting fussy.

“Oh, it’s too big?” he said, his eyes wide – mirroring and mocking your expression – inching his cock inside you, stretching you over him.

You whined, scowling, eyes doe and glistening.

“Daddy, it hurts!” you squealed. “Take it out, please–”

“Shh, Princess. Don’t make me angry.” König said, his eyes darkening. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”

Definitely into discipline and spanking.

Will sometimes do it even if you haven’t warranted it.

Slaps your backside and thighs with his belt, breath quivering when he hears the sound of leather against skin, sees the red marks across your body.

And when a wide-eyed, confused expression crosses your face, he just smiles cruelly down at you.

“Shouldn’t be walking around with that tight little ass if you didn’t want me to hit it.”

In more ways than one *wink*.

Outside of the bedroom, calling König ‘Daddy’ is a proven way to get him to do anything for you.

Just bat your eyelashes at him and say in your softest voice: “Daddyyy, the cookie jar’s too far away; will you get it for me?”

And he’s DONE.

“Of course, Princess. Anything for you.”

He’s just so whipped for you.

Looks at you like you’re the Universe and all its celestial creations.

Tends to your every need, without question or hesitation.

Literally will not rest until all your needs are met and surpassed.

Sit in his lap, PLEASE.

He’ll literally just die in his seat if you do. Regardless of how dominant König’s feeling, he’s still vulnerable to your gentle advances.

And just vulnerable to you, to be honest.

But love will do that to a person, and König, a man whose profession made him think he was forced never to feel love himself, has never wanted to protect something - or someone - more.

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Being a bi guy quite possibly the funniest sexuality like dammmnnnn I know who John Waters is and jerk it to twinks in panties but I got a coffee date with Hetero Jessica from work at 3 thats her name heteroooo jessica thats her name folks thats what we call her hertero jessica

My Dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “hale house fire” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw Laura hales body in the middle of a summoning circle

Derek: my wholw family is dead

I devote this to @bluntilda and this

Chilchuck Northern Boys amv

it’s ween

Bro I might start posting about my little AUs for my favorite games like an insane person

SHE’S BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER AMAZING PIECE OF ARTWORK. THIS IS SO GOOD UGHHHFHFHFJ. made me want to cry at the end what the fuck😭😭 i CANNOT wait for the next chapter to see what happens!!! though i am kind of scared to see where their relationship will go😭

rain. | four of wands chapter four

pairing: witch!hyunjin x f!reader | wc: 40.4k | genre: adult/dark romance | warnings: mutual pining ; angst ; occult sciences + depiction of sex magick ; explicit sexual content ; mentions of heavy use of drugs ; this story and chapter contain adult themes as well as very dark themes. reader discretion advised ; more warnings here. This work is for adult audiences.

A match was harmless until something came along to ignite it. But sometimes a match is just a match. Sometimes, the right moment never comes.

The storm, it seemed, washed away any cloud from the sky, leaving it clear and limpid for days. The weather warmed up fast—afternoons were heavy, the air thick with humidity, the song of cicadas and birds, and the loud buzzing of dragonflies zooming around ponds. The sun was unforgivable, and it was best to avoid it for those few hours.

Mornings, however, were different.

Your dreams morphed into something else, something more tame. No more elaborate fantasies or sequences. What remained were flashes, images, seemingly meaningless scenes unrelated to one another. Like dreaming you woke up and went downstairs only to see Ali and Michelle on their daily walk and noticing that your mother was with them. Dreaming that you were on your way to meet Felix at Parker’s but not seeing the bar once you made it there. Dreaming of finding your old prom dress in your closet and calling Renee over so she could try it on. 

The man with the crimson hair had been painfully absent from your nighttime mental adventures. It was in itself an ironic form of torture—as much as the intense dreams you had of him before had troubled you, you couldn’t help but want them back. You found yourself wishing for it on a couple of occasions as you drifted to sleep, going as far as using visualization techniques to improve the odds of it happening. 

It did not happen. 

Mornings were pale blue and soft yellow, with the threat of scorching heat looming over but not yet tangible. You woke up early after a restful sleep, which was a brand new thing in your life and something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to should it keep happening. You woke up and stayed in bed for a long time, long enough to see the world shift from grayscale to color, long enough to hear it go from quiet to lively. 

It was from your bed that you heard for the first time the peculiar song of a bird. At first, you weren’t sure it was a bird at all and lay on your stomach to watch the world through the large corner windows of your bedroom in the hopes of catching sight of the owner of this voice. 

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author's note: Hello guys! How have you been?

I couldn't help but stay in Heron Lake a little longer before maybe visiting another place... Maybe it's because of the weather warming up and the strong scent of flowers and spring. In any case, I had fun writing this chapter, and I hope it will not disappoint.

I would like to give a huge thank you to @cb97percent for helping me with this one. And thank you @binstitsweat for being so supportive always.

Thank you to my readers, always, who take the time to read between the lines, to ponder over the stories, thank you to my readers who let them live in their heart. I am, always, so grateful. 🤍

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just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

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