#sickos.

[rennarita]

[animesickos]

We're on a new platform with a totally different audience...we have to prove ourselves all over again...convince a totally new group of people to think we're funny and worth your attention....so allow me to drop some of my "A" material....the funniest thing I got.......here goes....... jeef berky

[cryptocism]

that half-blank, half-apocalyptic look

"i can b ur angle or yuor devil" etc etc "get a man who can do both" etc etc

obsessed with this vamp i think he should get to do whatever he wants forever

[beebfreeb]

Louisiana Meshi!!!! Thistle will be at the crawfish boil.

[pxrfqct]

gf that's into heavy smut 🤝 bf that'll reenact all the scenes as she reads them

[nutscentedalien]

the prince of all sickos!!!

[crazysodomite]

🍯🐝 ^_^

[erythaia]

☆ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕕 ☆

[djfebrezee]

[You've got mail!]

That goose be cooking. Infodump about him NOW!!!

@gooseworx

[cainternn]

BLUE

[rennarita]

[nartothelar]

flu season is upon us! remember to check safety!

[onesnoopyaday]

snoopy.exe 💻⌨🖱

Snoopy #10

11/10/2024

[kesopan]

hii, can i ask for mobei jun brushing shang qinghua's hair and looking at him lovingly? ur art is amazing btw(ᐡ⸝⸝𖦹 ̫ 𖦹⸝⸝ᐡ)

thank you for the kind words!! (^^ゞ

[konigsblog]

How Loser!König behaves once he gets his grimey hands on Bimbo!Reader.💄 (🌽 link)

König had reached his wit's end. He was pushed beyond his limits, sick and tired of your constant teasing and mocking. He despised the way you'd taunt him, calling him pathetic for not losing his virginity, for being so prudish and socially anxious. You took pity on the freakish loser who clearly fawned over you. He'd generously help you study with the promise that you'd jerk him off. I mean, König would accept anything. But, from a girl like you? How can he reject your kind offer? You were practically doing charity work.

You'd promise to make out with him afterwards, to suck him off and wrap those pretty, glossy lips around his meaty, girthy cock. You'd show him a great time, reapplying your lip gloss before skipping off with a playful grin on your face, leaving König with a growing, leaking, and straining boner and a creamy and sticky mess left along his t-shirt. He couldn't resist you. You were a temptation, an irresistible one at that. He'd catch himself fantasising about losing his virginity to you, distracting himself from his work. Fuck, look what you've done to him, Maus.

He attempted to hold himself back. But, it wouldn't take long for König to break, to lose control. He'd plead with you for hours on his knees in front of you, his face buried in your plush, soft thighs. He begged to lose his virginity to you, to feel your slick cunt around his inexperienced cock. He was tired of catching you toying with other men, losers similar to himself. He wanted you. He just wanted you to love him.

“Bitte, Mein herz,” König began, his eyebrows downturned and furrowed together, a frown visible on his face, “You know what you’re doing to me. Just one time, I need it.”

And how could you ignore the sight of König's gleaming and shining eyes, the way they glimmered in the dim light? You sighed, pushing his head from your lap to slide your panties off, rolling your eyes at his depravity. You wore a thin lace thong, stuffing König's mouth with the worn underwear while he rolled and rubbed his creamy head against your dripping slit. Collecting your sweet juices, he used it as lube, allowing himself to slowly ease inside while breathing in your expensive perfume — the one he'd purchased for you, an attempt to win you over.

König couldn't control himself. Each deep thrust sent a wave of euphoria through the sick pervert. He growled and grumbled, an animalistic and depraved noise emitting from him. He worked until his legs were trembling, until he could feel his core tightening and his shaft pulsating inside your wet, warm heat. He'd fill you, leave an ache on your rear from the impact of his heavy balls colliding with your supple ass. He'd work until his thick load was spilling from you and you were unable to catch your breath, ‘til mascara was running down your cheeks, and you were moaning his name through breathlessness and helplessness.