#no coochie

[thesassysexualsatanist]

discord discussions make me creative smtms

[nmpositive]

The No Coochie Coffee Table

Is this anything..?

[backwzzds]

can we talk about how konig would be someone who’s quiet when he gets jealous…then when y’all get home he js absolutely goes HAMMMM….

the way i got so excited to write this…it’s actually way longer than i intended but idgaf! part 2 soon 😏

NO BC YOU LITERALLY WOULDNT GET HOW HE’D BE SO QUIET LIKE ???

“papa, i don’t understand what i did wrong,” you’d frown at your man with an annoyed whine. könig, who was a whooping 6’10 would only give you a heavy grunt in response. you’d be on the way back to his car from the mall, dozens of your victoria’s secret and H&M bags held in his visibly large hand. the moment könig reached before you (with help of his tree-like long legs anyway), he opened the door for you, the balaclava on his face making his features ten times harder.

no matter how mad the big bear was at you—or more so, what you happened to get yourself involved in—he’d never disrespect you. anything other than sexually, at least. stepping on the custom made step for your smaller figure, you slide into the huge seat of his completely blacked out bmw suv, allowing him to shut the door behind you. you nearly jump at the visible shake of the car beneath your bottom.

you play with your curls as könig carefully sets your bags on the floor behind your seat. because his was set all the way back to accommodate for his long legs, your seat had the better amount of space for your things. when könig finally got back in the car, he immediately started it, causing the monsterous growl of his deleted muffler to come alive.

and he wouldn’t even break a sweat at you !!! you’re over here going over all your actions for the day, step by step, and all könig could think through his mind was what positions he was gonna force you in when you two got back home.

the sound of könig’s car matched the energy that was coursing through his veins. he know you didn’t do anything wrong; not intentionally at least. but the selfish ass part of him wanted nothing more than for your pretty little ass to sit in the passenger’s seat, overthinking on what the fuck you possibly could have done to rile him up this much.

the ride home is everlastingly silent as the small of your voice breaks the thick tension, “baby,” you don’t know how to further articulate your words. “i know you’re mad at me. i wanna fix it, but i can’t it you won’t talk to me. and you’ve been dead ass silent since we been in the mall.”

könig keeps his cool, though. he knew his silence was practically eating at you alive, shaming you with guilt for something you didn’t even intentionally mean to do. but with the way your pretty body sits in the black skims dress you’re in, accompanied by your black and white dunks—his eyes could practically frame your nipples right through the see through fabric, and he was sure that fucking doorman at victoria’s secret could have as well.

you keep talking. “was it the dude at VS? i swear, i made it very known that you were my man and—“ your words are endless blabber to him as the disgusting and pervasive thoughts cloud könig’s mind.

he looks so sexy in his balaclava, protecting his face from the harsh upcoming winter temperatures. he’s sported in an all black outfit, helplessly matching yours. anyone who saw you two together would automatically know that was your man. i mean duh, he walks around with his hand on your ass protectively 99% of the time.

when you get the sense that the brute isn’t listening to a fucking word you’re saying, you let out a frustrated sigh and turn your body away from him. but the sudden placement of a large hand on your knee takes you by surprise as you eye the man who’s ice blue eyes refuse to falter from the darkening road before you.

the moment könig pulls up in the driveway of your shared home, you can’t help but twiddle with the polish on your acrylics. anxiousness is bouncing off you, and könig could tell. you turn your head and open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off for the first time that night.

“go inside.” könig’s voice is very low, but you don’t miss the command in it. there’s no emotion behind the dark eyes of his balaclava. usually you could decipher exactly what and how he was feeling, but in the moment—

“kö—“ your boyfriend’s snow blue eyes harden at your talk back. with softer features, you whisper, “will you be inside?”

“soon. need to make a call first,” you watch him pull out a fresh cigar pack. “be ready for me when i get in.” you open your mouth to talk back again, but wire it shut when könig lovingly grabs your face. leaning in so the pink of his lips ghost over your full brown ones, he whispers, “now, mama. i won’t ask again. can you listen to that one thing for me?”

with a small gulp, you give him pretty doe eyes, feeling between your legs tingle at his masculinity radiating onto you. in the most confident voice you could muster up, you nod your pretty head at him. “yes daddy.”

könig gives you a nod of approval and runs his hand along the curve of your ass. “good girl. go on, liebling.”

you exit the huge car, already getting idea of what was to come when könig came back inside. with a heavy heart, you head upstairs to your room and slowly begin undressing, hoping that the slower you went, the more your punishment would be delayed.

your hopes were proven to be false the minute you were completely naked and turned around to see könig leaning against the threshold of the door, silently watching you.

you jump in fear at the sudden sight in front of you, but feel your heart beat calm down when könig strolled over to you. naturally, your head tilted backward as a way to get a full view of his face. his balaclava remained on, so you knew he was still upset about the events from earlier.

könig takes his large hand and rests it on your cheek, giving it a comforting rub. “you know i love you and respect you more than anything on this earth, right?” the brown of your skin instantly heat up at his words as you slowly nod your head at his sudden expression, unsure of where he was going with his words. könig’s lips can’t help but lightly turn upward into a small smile. you had no idea what was gonna come.

“good. because for today, libeling, i’m gonna fuck you like you mean absolutely nothing to me.”

[ozzgin]

What’s the biggest toy the streamer has ever taken either on or off stream? How did her monster fans react?

How absurd do you want to get?

[Monster Streaming Series]

[supersappho]

A smitten butch doing whatever the hell their femme wizard wants

[m1lky-joe]

Picard had to hang up the sign after word got out about Tasha

[galaxychaos78]

imagine getting fucked doggystyle by kafka hibino.

he's so much bigger than you. he practically towers over you as he has his arms wrapped gently around your waist, his big hands gently squeezing at your breasts. his moans are soft and a little whiny and he's muttering about how good your pussy feels and how he's sorry if he's hurting you.

he's so gentle, unlink his thrusts. fat breeder balls smack against your soaked pussy, hitting your swollen clit so good that it makes your head spin. you can feel his fat dick bulging slightly against your stomach, making you cry out into the pillows. he pulls out slightly before pushing his dick back in to the hilt, pressing your thighs together to have your pussy squeeze him so deliciously.

your words are slurred as he pounds away at you, his voice apologizing sweetly again and again as his dick fills out every inch of your pussy. he doesn't even warn you when he's cumming, pulling your ass tightly against his hips to fill you up with the fat globs of warm cum that pump out of him.

[starlitselkie]

WIP for now, but I wanna share. First time drawing Ghost.

[correctopinionhaver]

god forbid women do anything

[pixiatn]

The Genshin vs Wuthering Waves drama on Tiktok could literally be solved if people opened their hearts and tiny little brains and just had this thought process:

[lisholoz]

[castielsprostate]

chuck, writing a very angry email: worst greetings dean, i hope this email finds you terribly. absolutely pathetically. disgustingly even. i hope this email spits in your face and kicks you in the balls and murders your first born. stop praying to me when fucking my son. i can hear a few seconds every time you say my name and i don't need to know about the balls he stuffs in your mouth or the gun he shoves up your kewchur. die die die die die die die

sam, receiving the email because chuck accidentally cc'd him:

chuck, p.s.: i did not give him 7 balls. he did that himself. i have a normal amount of balls

[onlywombs]

[dykehaus]

[thompaaa]

[firelise]

immediately saved for future use, lmaoo